#luke alvez comfort

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Puppy Kisses

Summary: Penelope had a hard day, so she goes to Roxy (and Luke) to make it better.

Request: Penelope is having a bad day so she goes over to Luke's for puppy kisses and ends up getting Luke kisses as well - @darcyfangirlsfrequently A/N: This is my first Garvez request! I'm trying to branch out into other characters to supplement the Spencer 🥰 I hope you enjoy! Couple: Penelope Garcia/Luke Alvez Category: Comfort Content Warning: Crying, kissing, cuddling Word Count: 1.5k

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Penelope Garcia was many things, but she was nothing if not unpredictable. From her quick, clever quips and her ever-changing closet of brightly colored skirts and shoes, one could never really know which version of Penelope they would get each day.

Luke knew that better than anyone. In fact, it was one of the many reasons he loved her.

As he walked into his apartment, he realized that she’d given him the first surprise of an unexpected visit. He’d known before he’d even seen her heels perched perfectly on his shoe rack because the first thing that he’d seen was Roxy’s cage, wide open and with one dog less.

Luke smiled because that was the natural reaction to her presence.  But that day, he would come to realize that the bright woman he loved would not keep up with the idealistic image of her.

He had only just turned the corner of his room with his own silly little greeting to give before he’d realized the state of his two favorite girls. Penelope was curled up under so many covers that he almost couldn’t make out her outline. Her face was buried into Roxy’s thick coat, but he could still see half of her pouted, downturned lips. From that glimpse of her, he could tell that she had stripped off the decadent paint from her cheeks.

It was there, in the quiet display of vulnerability, that Luke found her the most heartbreaking kind of beautiful.

Penelope had been through enough to break anyone; he thought nothing less of her on the days where she was more raincloud than rainbow. He simply looked at those days as a challenge to find a new way to love her harder.

He knew that she was aware of his existence, even though Penelope didn’t turn to greet him. Even when Roxy’s tail started beating hard against the blankets, she just clutched tighter to the gentle giant beside her. Soon, there would be two.

Luke didn’t try to pressure the woman in his bed to perform for him. Instead, his hand ghosted over her shoulder to test the waters. They were still as warm and inviting as ever.

“Hey, you,” he whispered.

“Hey yourself,” she sniffled back.

She would steadfastly hide her tears until he sat on the bed beside her. She did turn ever so slightly, though, peeking up at him from below the blankets. From there, he felt free to run two fingers across her cheek. He caught a couple errant tears before they could weigh her down anymore. He gently pulled loose, damp hair from her cheeks until he had an unobstructed view of at least half her face.

Penelope rewarded his efforts by turning onto her back. She kept the covers up to her nose, but any part of her would always be enough for him.

“There’s my favorite face,” he said with a smile. “Or at least part of it.”

She tried to return her own as she lowered the blankets a little bit further. Although her lips were lopsided and trembling, Luke loved it all the same.

“Here she is!” Penelope sighed.

His hand continued to lovingly stroke golden curls. His mind conjured up jokes about Goldilocks and her quest to find true happiness in another’s home.

Luke knew he couldn’t fix everything—and he was positive he would make a terrible bowl of porridge—but he was willing to try his hardest to make her smile.

But first, he needed to know what was weighing down pretty pink lips.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?” he asked.

Penelope sighed again. This time, she turned to rest her cheek against his palm. He held her up with an overwhelming fondness.

Immediately, she felt the burden beginning to lift enough to speak.

“You know… everything,” she muttered.

“Everything?” he replied with a feigned surprise and a scoff. “Well, that’s just unacceptable.”

“It is!” she squeaked. At the same time, she threw her hands down in protest.

Luke glanced down at the implicit invitation to join her. He didn’t take it just yet. He did scoot closer, though.

“It is so unacceptable, in fact, that I think you should do something to change it,” Penelope suggested kindly. She then issued a less patient order of, “… Now. Please.”

A smile crept over Luke’s face.

“How can I do that?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

Penelope rolled her eyes at the false modesty.

“Uh? I am right here. In your bed.”

Luke stayed stubborn.

“What am I supposed to do with that?”

“Ugh!” she groaned. She crossed her arms over her chest and started to turn away again.

A delighted Roxy sat up at the hint of more affection. Normally, Luke would be happy to let the two spoil each other.

But he wasn’t done with his fun just yet.

That time when he touched her, Luke’s hand insisted that she stay where she was.

“What? Am I supposed to… do this?”

The last two words tumbled quickly from his lips just before he pressed them to her cheek. The action caused her to make the sweetest little giggle, so he continued.

“Or this?” he asked before kissing her forehead.

Penelope’s nose crinkled with laughter. She squirmed beneath the blankets enough that Roxy jumped to her feet on the bed.

In that chaos, Luke’s heart soared. He kissed all over her face and neck until she threw her arms around his shoulders and pleaded with him for mercy.

“It tickles!” she squealed.

“Does that mean I got it right?”

Penelope, now smiling and radiating joy instead of sadness, still shook her head.

Her golden retriever of a boyfriend dropped his head back in defeat.

“Really? That wasn’t it?” he sighed.

“Nope,” she giggled.

“You’re gonna have to help me out, here,” he begged, “Because I am clueless.”

Having decided that he’d tried hard enough, Penelope gave him all the help he’d ever need. Soft hands held his face with a tenderness rivaled only by the kiss that followed.

She tasted like taffy; sticky, sweetened saltwater that lingered. At first, he was happily powerless to her. He let her set the pace and intensity. But after a couple quick, chaste kisses, he was hungry for me. He craved her like freshwater after a month at sea.

Luke climbed atop her without hesitation. She offered nothing resembling a protest. If anything, she ushered him closer.

Things began escalating the same way they always did. He never could say no to her.

Roxy, however, had a few objections. They came in the form of wet kisses to the side of her father’s face.

Luke groaned with an amused distaste.

“Smooth, Roxy,” he laughed.

To his joy, so did Penelope.

“I think she’s jealous,” she whispered.

Right on cue, Roxy nudged her way between the two bodies. She plopped her head down on Penelope’s chest with a huff.

Luke understood. It was his favorite place to nap, too.

“Yeah? She should be jealous,” he whispered back, “She’s been dethroned.”

The softness with which he spoke still wasn’t hidden enough for Penelope. She gasped and gently cupped her hands over half of Roxy’s ears.

The pup remained at peace.

“Don’t say that in front of her!” she scolded.

“It’s true,” Luke persisted. Then, with a wave of his hand, he explained, “Besides, it looks like I’ve also been dethroned in her list of favorites.”

Penelope tried her hardest to remain serious, but she couldn’t help but snicker as she said, “Well, you can’t blame her for that. I’m delightful.”

“Yes, you are,” he agreed enthusiastically. He thought he ought to get on her good side before he worked up the courage to ask, “So… can I join in this pile of cuddles?”

His queen pondered the request with narrowed eyes and an adorable pout.

“Hm. I suppose you’ve done enough to justify a third of the bed,” she ruled.

“I’m honored,” he beamed with a knightly nod.

Luke wasted no more time without her. When she pulled the blankets down for him, he shimmied under and wrapped himself around her. He pulled her as close as he could without risking her discomfort. He offered shelter from the monsters, whether they be literal or figurative.

With soft hands and strong arms, he cherished her without ever trying to take away any part of the moment. He just listened to the sniffles that stuck around long after the tears had left.

He didn’t try to fix her. She was already perfect, exactly as she was.

Penelope felt the love radiating from him and returned it all the same. She hummed happily. So happy that Luke couldn’t help but try to hold her tighter. He nuzzled his face against her neck and savored the quiet moments at home with his favorite girls in the world.

He gave her a couple more lazy kisses, with lips lingering against her jaw.

“So, how did I do?” he asked as he started to doze off. “Did I make the everything a little less terrible?”

“Yes, you did,” that beautiful, stubborn woman conceded. “In fact, you made it perfect.”

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Wheels up [S. R]

word count: 4k

summary: Spencer has just been released from prison and things seem to get complicated when Mr. Scratch attacks again. You want to know what's going on with your boyfriend, but when you confront him, you don't expect him to yell at you like he does.

contents: spoilers for season 12-13, directly based on the episode of the same name, established relationship, hurt/comfort, spencer being mean for a moment, mentions of migraines and schizophrenia, apologies, crying and I think that's it.

To say that you were worried was an understatement, because to cut all the tension around the team you would no longer even need a knife but a sword.

You had just gotten over the bitter pill of the fact that your boyfriend had been unjustifiably imprisoned when now Scratch had done this: the ambush, Walker's death, Emily's kidnapping… he just couldn't seem to get enough of this sick game.

“We also never stopped to ask why Scratch was in Honduras in the first place,” Simmons murmured next to you.

García, he and you were trying to review as best as possible the existing research on Peter Lewis that you found in your deceased friend's office to see if you could discover any other details, even if it were the slightest thing that could reveal the whereabouts of your unit leader. 

“Reid'll figure this out. “He's really amazing at this kind of thing.”

Garcia had barely finished saying this when a roar made her jump in her place and look back. Spencer Reid had just furiously thrown a book against the glass windows. You exchanged a worried look with your friend and the three of you silently agreed to go to the meeting room to investigate what was happening.

When the doctor arrived, he began to rant about what he had managed to discover. He talked about hallucinogenic plants found in Honduras and how this was related to Scratch, but you honestly couldn't pay attention to anything he was saying. You could only focus on the purple spots around his eyes, his messy hair jumping every time he said something, the sweat that glistened on his forehead, the erratic and rushed tone of his words and how he constantly rubbed his face or neck. 

Spencer wasn't well. 

You had seen him like this when he had feared he was developing an outbreak of schizophrenia and you had hated every second you had accompanied him to get tested, every second of uncertainty, every time you knew his vision was blurring. And now this was a thousand times worse, because you didn't even know how to help him. Shit, you didn't even know if he wanted your help.

While he was in prison he had refused to see you many times and it had broken your heart every time. He claimed that he didn’t want other prisoners to see you talking to him because they would try to use you to threaten him or that he didn’t want you to see the state he was in because he feared that after seeing the bruises and wounds you would no longer love him.

You respected him, but at the same time you felt that he was building a barrier between you so that in case he couldn't get out of there you wouldn't be tied to a prisoner and could live your life normally. That was why when Emily managed to build a solid case to prove his innocence you felt like you were going to die of joy, and when you saw him leave the prison the first thing you did was run into his arms to make sure he was safe.

But Spencer wasn't, because you knew he had only left there so he could help look for his mother: Diana Reid. During the course of everything you had barely seen him, you two were too busy with your own affairs to have a moment as a couple, but even so when you solved everything you let him go with her; after all they deserved it and you were happy that he had a quiet moment.

But Peter Lewis seemed to have other plans.

“What?” Spencer asked, noticing the way Penelope was looking at him. She looked like she was about to cry behind her blue glasses and you felt sorry for her.

“You threw a book at a window. It was jarring”

“Took me 60 minutes to deduce what should have taken me 60 seconds,” he muttered, clearly sounding furious with himself, “and if Emily dies because I was too slow, I'll be throwing a lot more than books.”

“Spencer” you tried to stop him, but he had already started on his way to the exit.

You always wanted to believe that you were his weak point, he had told you that on more than one occasion. When the team couldn't reason with him, they sent you instead.

Reid will do anything you tell him, Morgan used to say, whether it's convincing him about something silly between friends or something more serious. 

And so it was, because every time he was upset all it took was for you to make flirtatious eyes at him and steal a kiss for him to forget about it.

One day you're going to be my downfall, did you know that? he used to laugh. You're going to ask me to bring the stars down from the sky and I'll have to figure out a way to do it because I don't know how to say you no.

However, this time he didn't seem to understand any reason. He was just walking towards the exit and you were stumbling after him to catch up with his quick pace.

“Spencer,” you insisted, reaching out to grab his arm in an attempt to stop him. You didn't expect him to stop abruptly to the point where you collided with his chest, in the middle of the desolate hallway you had arrived at.

“What?”

The sharp tone and angry look he gave you unnerved you slightly, but you managed to clear your throat in search of your voice.

“Honey, it's obvious that you're not fine. You need to rest"

"Rest?" he spat, incredulous. “Do you think I can think of resting when we have a situation like this?”

“That's not what I meant. I'm just saying that no one expects you to be here after what happened, you can at least take a break” 

The sigh he let out was enough for you to know that whatever was coming was surely not good.

“Huh yeah? And what is that break I'm going to take going to cost us? Emily’s life?”

“You know I'm as worried as you are.”

“I'm not worried, I'm sick. I'm sick of this damn case, I'm sick of one thing after another happening to us and I'm sick of failing." 

"I know but…"

“No,” he interrupted you, leaning back when you tried to lay a hand on him. “There's no but. Today I don't need you to tell me what I have to do” 

“I'm not telling you what to do, I'm asking you to take care of yourself. How much sleep have you even had? When was the last time you ate?"

Your tone of voice had come out more recriminating than you intended and if you were already tense, this exchange was not helping at all.

Hearing no response, you continued.

“If you're not going to rest, at least let me help you.”

You wanted him to have the confidence to tell you anything, to be able to explain why he was acting so strange or to at least take two minutes to admit that things weren't right. But Spencer had changed a lot in that prison, because if before it was difficult for him to talk about his feelings, now it seemed practically impossible. You were the only one he dared to do it with and you didn't even think you were that exception to the rule anymore.

If you had known what was to come you would have preferred to stay for the moment he took to take a deep breath.

“Do you know how you can help me? Stepping aside”

“Spencer”

“I'm sick of this too! I'm tired of everyone coming and offering me their faces of compassion and their words of encouragement as if they really understood me. They don't do it, nobody does it, not even you. This is... it is a huge and heavy accumulation that has accumulated for years and years and when I think that it can't be worse, life surprises me by saying that yes, it can be worse. So just shut up, let me do my job, let me catch Scratch and for the love of God stop treating me like I'm a child because on top of all the stress of the case I have to deal with that too and honestly it's killing me” 

Your boyfriend turned around without waiting for a response and a part of you was grateful that was the case, or else he would have seen the tears that had already gathered in your eyes.

You were shocked and felt your face burning with shame, with a hole in your stomach that wouldn't be easy to fill. You were no longer even worried about the man, nor sad, but you felt very different; it was as if Reid had infected you with his anger.

Still with wet cheeks you hurried to walk in the opposite direction, finding yourself at the end of the hallway to meet a very worried Penelope García. Without letting her tell you anything, you asked her to continue with the investigation and the entire time you swallowed your pain.

You knew that Peter Lewis' desperate face when he was hanging from that building and the way you and Luke left him to die would haunt you for a lifetime, but you didn't feel even the slightest bit sorry for it. Even a part of you wished that man had died a slower and perhaps even painful death. Whatever the case, he was gone and you could feel a second of peace at night.

Spencer was right, the most important thing now was to save Emily. Later there would be time to attend to marital discussions.

When you got home you were sweaty, tired, and had a headache that you knew a shower could probably solve, adding a glass of good wine just to be safe. However, clinging to that peace of mind that solving the case had provided you was only a mechanism to postpone confronting the problem that was still latent. You hadn't spoken to Spencer for the rest of the day since your fight in the hallway and although your heart ached you knew this was the prudent thing to do.

Fighting had never had a place in your relationship because both of you were too rational to be carried away by impulse. You had disagreements and arguments, but you had tried to resolve them like adults or you had let the matter rest until you were cool-headed enough to speak calmly. You suspected that right now you were doing the latter, but you knew for a fact that you wouldn't be the one who would look for your boyfriend to talk to.

You were hurt by the way he had reacted to your advice, but a part of you also understood that Spencer had been going through too much and that, in some ways, he had some right to want his own space. Or maybe both of you were partly to blame; you for demanding something that didn't belong to you and him for not having said things tactfully enough.

But you couldn't help but miss him. You had spent so many months away from him that you longed to be in his arms, shower him with kisses and hear the soft beat of his heart just to make sure he was real.

Still lost in your thoughts you searched the living room for your briefcase to grab your cell phone, hoping to find something to distract yourself, and upon unlocking it you discovered that you had several missed calls from Spencer. It wasn't like you were ignoring him on purpose, rather it had been an oversight on your part, but when you were about to dial his number a new call was announced on the screen. It was him.

"Hello?"

“There you are,” he murmured, sounding tremendously relieved “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, I just left the phone in my briefcase and that's why I didn't hear your calls. I'm sorry"

There was silence for an awkward moment and then he spoke again.

“You went home early.”

"I was tired. I told Emily.”

“Yes, she… he told me, but… Do you think I can see you? I would like to talk to you about something and I don't think it is appropriate to do so on the phone.”

You evaluated your options, looking at everything around you. Spencer was welcome whenever he wanted in your house and you knew a mess wouldn't matter to him, but you were more worried about him noticing the emotional mess, not the physical one.

“Y/N?”

“Yes,” you responded when you heard your name, without thinking too much. “You can come”

Spencer responded with a monosyllable and then he hung up. You were about to get up from the couch to look for something more decent than colorful pajamas when a knock on the door startled you. When there was no response, the person knocked again and when you tiptoed until you reached the peephole, you met a familiar silhouette who was visibly nervous. Apparently the look of confusion on your face when you opened it was enough to express a silent question to Spencer.

“I was in the hallway,” he explained to you. “I didn't want to take long if you said yes.”

You knew you shouldn't give in so easily, but it was hard when Spencer said things like that and he came to your house looking completely disoriented, sad, and regretful.

"Can I come in?" he asked. Although your silences were not with that intention, the truth was that you were making him even more nervous.

"Yeah, you can”

You turned around only when you heard the click of the door closing and leaned against it, waiting for him to say something. You took a moment to observe him and noticed that his clothes were slightly disarrayed, while his hands played with the leather strap that was still across his chest. When he noticed that you were looking at his hands he interpreted it as a sign to get rid of the garment, and so he did.

“Wine?”

“Rossi gave it to me,” you responded, following his gaze to the bottle on the coffee table along with the crystal glass.

Spencer opened his mouth slightly in understanding and then there was silence again.

“I think it's obvious why I'm here, right?” he murmured in a low, cautious voice. You looked at him with sealed lips. “I want to apologize.”

“Yeah?”

"Yes. I know I shouldn't have talked to you like that in the office”

“No, you shouldn't have done it,” you responded sternly “And I accept if you don't want me around, but…”

“No,” he interrupted you, lunging forward to take your hands. You didn't refuse. “It's not that. I want you close, I don't want you to go away”

“I want you close too, Spencer. And I care about you. That's why I tell you things, not because I want to bother you."

“I know not. I was wrong, okay? I was wrong and I had no right to yell at you just because I was upset. And I wasn't upset with you, I was upset about the case and… it was just too much. This is all too much” by this point Spencer’s voice had already broken and your arms were already open for him.

It didn't take much for your boyfriend to start sobbing.

"I'm sorry"

“I know, Spencer.”

"I was an idiot"

“Yes, you certainly were,” you responded, speaking barely above a whisper. You couldn't stop feeling empathy for your boyfriend, but you couldn't ignore your own pain either. “You made me feel so hurt.”

“Forgive me, you know that was not my intention.”

“I just want to see you well. I want you to be safe and help you, but you won't let me do it. And it's okay if you don't want my help, but you can't deny that you need help. We need help. Do you think I wasn't stressed too? Do you think I could care less about finding Emily?”

“I know not. I know…” he sobbed.

“And I understand that we were both going through a hard time but you had no right to treat me like that.”

"You hate me?"

“Of course I don't hate you. I love you very much and I always will, but when something bad happens we don't yell at each other. And I'm not hating you for this, did you hate me that time in Georgia when I went into negotiating in that hostage situation without consulting anyone?

"No. I was very angry and worried about you, but I would never have hated you.”

"You see it? It's the same” you said softly.

You weren't going to torture him with this and you didn't want him to kneel and ask for forgiveness, the message you wanted to give him was already more than clear. And you knew that the simple act of accepting his mistake was something that showed you that he cared about you.

“It won't happen again, I promise.”

“Oh, it may happen again. We are both dumb sometimes and the older we get the grumpier we become” you tried to joke. Although you didn't hear him laugh, you knew that it had lightened the atmosphere. “But talking about it makes him feel better, right? Just like now”

He nodded at your question and then your hand went up to his head to stroke his hair. The contact seemed to melt him against you, as if with this you had also given free rein to his crying. You knew he probably wasn't going to tell you about the horrors he'd experienced in prison yet, but maybe this moment could be a start; you were being honest with each other and after all that was what was important.

Spencer calmed down after a long while and when you separated you made sure to get him some napkins so he could wipe his tears and blow his nose.

“You're seriously not upset at me?”

“No,” you assured him, shaking your head at the same time. You approached him and raised your hands to his cheeks to hold him gently. “It's okay, Spencer. I would be upset if you hadn't apologized."

“I wanted to do it sooner, but I knew that maybe you needed time to… you know, not want to strangle me”

“You're always so smart,” you complimented him and this time he did laugh.

The man's hands were experimentally placed on your waist and upon noticing your approving smile he pulled you a little closer to him until you collided against his chest. The puffiness in his eyes didn't stop him from giving you a sweet look.

“I haven't kissed you since I came back,” he observed absently and after thinking about it for a second you realized it was true.

You hadn't even kissed him. You had gone three months without seeing him and you still hadn't had time to kiss him.

You opened your mouth slightly, but before you could say anything he had already leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. With the help of your hand sliding to the back of his neck you deepened the contact and Spencer wasted no time, wrapping his thin arms around your torso.

Even if you didn't want to admit it, you had already forgotten how good it felt to kiss him and amid everything you thought that you wished you could capture that moment in a jar to turn to it when necessary. Because after everything that had happened that day you really needed that moment of peace with him.

His lips were slightly parted, but your gentle tongue took care of moistening them and when the air began to fail you just let him go for a second, kissing him again when you breathed enough. Your kisses were sweet and soft enough to dissipate the rest of the guilt that remained in your lover's body.

"Better?" you asked once you two were satisfied. It took him a moment to compose himself from the intoxication of your kiss to be able to answer you.

"Yes, I feel better"

“How is Diana, by the way?” you said quietly, leaning back a little to look him in the eyes.

“She is fine, I managed to admit her to a sanatorium before García called me. It will only be for tonight, tomorrow I will look for where she can stay permanently” he answered you, rubbing his tired face with a hand “I think it would be best for us to return to Las Vegas”

“You should go to her now” it hurt you to give him that advice, but you knew that he must have other priorities now. One of your hands kindly caressed his bicep, feeling how he had lost considerably in weight.

“You don't want me to stay here?”

“I don't want you to feel obligated. I know Diana needs you more than me."

“She'll be fine today,” he murmured. Apparently he wanted to be with you more than you thought. “I left my number and she'll be asleep right now. As much as he wants to deny it, I think… that she is better off with professionals”

“So you want to stay here?”

You had sounded more excited than you intended and just because of the sparkle in your eyes he felt the urge to steal another kiss from you.

"Of course I want to. I missed you so much, I just want to feel you close to me."

“I can stay only if you promise me two things.”

“What is it?”

“We’re going to try to sleep,” you asked him, passing the tip of your index fingers under his eyes. “I don't like that look at all and I think you could use some rest. I have a comfortable bed waiting just for you.”

“I'd love that,” he smiled weakly. “What's the second thing?”

“Tomorrow you will let me cook you something delicious before we go to your mother.”

The thought of you spoiling him so much made him smile.

"Done deal"

You carefully guided him to your room and once there you kissed him again. Spencer felt like he was going to cry again when he noticed that you still had the change of clothes that he had left in your closet over three months ago and the soft fabric along with the familiar scent filled his chest with joy.

You two snuggled under the warmth of the sheets and you made sure to kiss your lover's face countless times while your hands touched every piece of skin you had within reach, trying to show him that he didn't have to worry about anything; you wanted him to know that you loved him and that he was somewhere safe.

"Are you okay?"

You spoke in the middle of the darkness, while Spencer had his full weight on top of yours. His nose rubbed slightly against your bare skin and he found it necessary to leave another kiss there.

“I am now.”

And even if it only lasted for a brief moment, Spencer knew that nothing compared to the peace and tranquility of being with you.

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she's a 10, but she'll drop everything to watch a criminal minds episode that she's already seen hundreds of times before

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me and who?

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two mugs, half empty — luke alvez

pairing : luke alvez x bau!gn!reader (can be read as platonic or romantic) ➖⟢ genre : hurt/comfort ➖⟢ cw : feelings of guilt and shame, nightmare mentions, talk of canon typical violence, crying ➖⟢ wc : 2.8K

“you look like hell.”

“wow, thank you, luke. way to compliment somebody,” you deadpan, even though he said it with a voice full of empathy. he gives you a good-natured roll of his eyes before his face returns to that concerned look you opened your apartment door to.

“but seriously, did you sleep at all over the weekend?” you want to hate how much he cares about you, but the sincerity of his voice has you nearly ready to cave. 

“come in,” you offer, completely ignoring his question because the answer is “no, not really.” he raises his eyebrows at your lack of response, but steps in after you anyways. he can guess the answer well enough from the exhaustion evident in your whole figure.

you sit down with him in the kitchen, grabbing him a glass of water before he can say no to it. his gaze on you is heavy, but you ignore it in favor of examining the wood of the table in front of you. since you won’t say anything, he goes first.

“i came to check on you,” he states the obvious, “i’m– we’re kinda worried about you, you know? like, you haven’t responded to any of my texts all day and you never call in sick, even when you probably should, so i figured you’d probably be bedridden for you to make the choice to stay home.” he pauses for a long moment, as if inviting for you to explain why you’re, in fact, not bedridden, and not really physically sick at all. you don’t say a word. “so,” he prompts, “what’s up? why’d you turn down drinks with the rest of the team on saturday? kinda feels like you’re avoiding us.”

“i am avoiding you guys,” your voice comes out far quieter than you intended. you had wanted to sound nonchalant, and all you got was exhaustion. you sigh before continuing, “because you’re profilers and i don’t want to talk about it.” he sighs too.

“if it’s so bad that you went to the lengths to call off sick from work to avoid talking about it, it seems to me like it’s something you should talk about.”

you turn your head even further from him because you know he’s right. you’ve been holed up in your apartment, agonizing over what happened three nights ago, desperate to scream and cry about it to someone else. god knows you’ve done enough of that with yourself, but you’re reverting to old habits and it feels like you’re back to only knowing how to avoid, avoid, and keep avoiding.

“listen, i don’t want to push you, but i need you to know that i’m here for you.” his hand hovers over yours for a moment, silently asking permission before gently wrapping his fingers around yours. you clench your jaw and bite the inside of your cheek to keep tears from forming in your eyes. honestly, you didn’t think you could produce anymore, but here you are, trying not to cry in front of your coworker turned close friend whom you’ve probably upset by ignoring him.

luke gains a little bit of hope when you squeeze his hand. he squeezes back, hoping you feel the love and care that he puts into it. you do, and it doesn’t help your case with the whole crying ordeal.

“thanks,” you whisper. the thickness in your voice completely gives you away. tilting your head up to try to stop the flow of tears is plain old silly at this point, and he watches with a weight heavy on his heart as they overflow and fall down your cheeks. the tears catch in the light of the only lamp that’s turned on in the room. “fuck. goddammit,” you curse through the tears, well aware they won’t stop anytime soon. “luke,” you cry.

“i’m here,” he replies so earnestly without missing a beat that you begin to cry harder. that’s the last straw for him. quickly, he stands and wraps you up in his arms without a second thought. with you sitting, your face barely reaches his chest, and your arms reach around his lower torso. he’s got one hand rubbing up and down your back, the other cradling the back of your head into him. the way you hold onto him is desperate and breaks his heart, but he’s glad to give you something that you so clearly need. comfort.

“i–,” you try to explain, but you can’t get anywhere before choking on your own sobs.

“shhh, it’s okay. just let it out. i’m not going anywhere.” and he sticks to that promise, standing strong and unwavering, even after your tears run out and you can’t find it in yourself to pull away from him just yet. he doesn’t force a thing, just strokes the back of your head gently as a silent reminder that he’s there.

when you finally pull away, it’s only by a few inches, and he keeps his hands right where they are. he looks down at your face as you stare at the maroon fabric of his shirt and the tear stain you left behind. slowly, as if to not startle you, he bends down to be closer to your level. at first, you avoid meeting his eyes, but when the hand on your shoulder shifts up to your cheek and he gently wipes at the leftover tears, you let your gaze meet his. he gives you a smile, small and comforting, before speaking softly.

“i’m gonna make you some tea, alright?”

when you nod, his hands slide away from you, hesitant to let you go. your gaze follows his form as he turns and walks to the counter behind you, first grabbing your favorite mug from the cabinet and taking the liberty to grab one for himself too. then he’s at the pantry for the tea bags and he can feel your eyes on him. once the tea bags are on the counter, he’s by your side again. he gives you another soft smile as he grips the sides of your chair and turns it and you to face the counter. somehow luke just knows that him staying in your line of sight is a comfort to you, proof that he’s right there. he doesn’t want you to have to strain your neck in order to feel safe.

his silence as he fills and turns on the kettle, then sits back down beside you to wait for it to boil is a comfort too. it makes a difference that he’s not making you explain anything.

with him, the passage of time isn’t so horrible, and it’s easy to wait for the tea to be ready. when he sets the mug down in front of you, he tells you to be careful since it’s hot, even though you already know it. that’s when you make the decision that you will tell him what’s kept you holed up in your apartment for three days straight, what made you cry into his arms and skip work today.

it takes you four minutes of failed attempts to open your mouth and force a sound out of your throat before you finally get any words out. four minutes of sipping tea and thinking about how to start or how grateful you are that he’s here.

first comes a big, deep breath and another long moment of quiet. and then you realize you can’t just get into you, so you do your best and start by skirting around the actual problem.

“i know this job–” you have to clear your throat, “i know this job is really hard.” that sentence is kind of stupid purely because of how obvious it is, but you’ve at least started to tell him what this is all about. “and we’ve all learned ways to cope with that. i just– the way that, uh,” you pause to try and collect yourself a bit, but it does nothing to keep your voice from getting quiet, “the way that this last case ended? it, um, it…” suddenly you’re unsure what to even say. luke places his hand over your own, easing its shaking. you take another deep breath.”i can’t– i can’t get it out of my head. i can’t get her dead body out of my head and i can’t shake the feeling that it’s my fault.” 

he’s about to say something, assure you that it absolutely was not your fault, but then everything comes tumbling out.

“i know, logically, technically, that it’s not. i know that, i’ve rationalized this whole thing in my head, even out loud, over and over and over again for the past three days. i know, we didn’t profile him to be so paranoid. i played into his narcissism like i was supposed to, like anyone of us would have, but fuck! it was still my words that set him off, the shit i said got a bullet through her brain.” he squeezes your hand in support. “and when i wake up from the nightmares, i can still hear her whimpers as he held her at gunpoint, even worse, arguably, is her mom begging me to bring her home alive that same morning. you know what i told her? that we were doing everything we could to find her and bring her back, i promised.” the tears start up again. “i told her not to give up hope because the people i work with are incredibly good at their jobs. then i see her sobbing in the corner of the police station after rossi told her that her daughter was fucking dead. and you know what i fucking did? i put my head down and walked in the opposite direction with the excuse that reid could use some help taking down the evidence board.” 

your voice gets even shakier and the furrow in his worried brow deepens as you continue talking. “and i’m so ashamed, i’m so fucking ashamed, luke. i got her daughter killed and i couldn’t even tell her that–” a sob cuts you off, “that i’m sorry,” you cry. “i couldn’t face her. i couldn’t bear to see her crying about it or try and comfort her about it because i was too goddamn guilty to even look her in the eye. and now i see her and her dead daughter everytime i close my eyes.”

the silence after that is colossally heavy. to hear his softest voice calling your name as you stare into your half empty mug is enough to send more tears rushing down your cheeks. he sounds so heartbroken for you, like even he’s choked up by hearing your longwinded confession.

the way he moves is both careful and purposeful as he stands and urges you back into his embrace. this time your crying is quiet, just tears without sobs because you don’t have that left in you. it’s more short lived because it seems like your body’s finally run out of tears to give too. with one side of your face pressed against his shirt and his hands holding you there, it does feel a bit easier to breathe.

when he starts to talk, his voice is as soft as it has been all night. “i don’t want to tell you to just not feel ashamed or guilty. i wish you wouldn’t have to feel that way, really. but i want you to know that i understand. i don’t want to invalidate those things because they are real and they hurt and i understand why you’re feeling them. but it is not your fault. not for one second is it your fault. i’m sure you’ve reminded yourself this already, but we can never forget that it is only ever the fault of the people who pull the trigger on innocent lives.” 

you nod because he’s right, you’ve told yourself that many times. but you realize it makes a difference to hear these things out of his mouth, not just from your mind that was only desperate to ease your guilt. you suppose that’s what he wants too, but it’s somehow better.

he pulls away from you, and positions the chairs so that you’re sitting knee to knee as he holds both of your hands in his. he looks you in the eye as he speaks, every ounce of sincerity visible in his face and easy to hear in his voice.

“and we just can’t be perfect, we can’t be expected to be everything for everyone every time. dealing with family members who have lost their loved ones is one of, if not the, hardest thing that we have to do for this job. rossi was there for her this time, and it’s okay if it was too hard for you. what you did is completely understandable and completely okay. throughout this whole case, you followed procedure and you followed the profile. we all did. so if any of us stood where you did, with the mother and with the unsub, the same exact same thing could have happened. would you blame me for it if i were in your place?” he gently wipes a stray tear from your cheek. 

slowly, with his hand still cupping your face, you shake your head. “and would you forgive me for it?” it takes you a long moment of holding back more cries to answer, silently and slowly again. up and down, just once, you nod your head.

“there’s your answer. you’re allowed to not blame yourself and you’re allowed to forgive yourself. you are allowed to feel okay because we can’t fix this world, but we are making it better and we certainly deserve our own happiness. there will always be people who die and the people they leave behind. we just have to keep going because we are still saving lives. even more, our lives deserve to be protected as much as anyone else’s. we do that by allowing ourselves happiness, a life outside of all of the pain and gore and monsters of the world we work in. i’m sorry, and the things i say can’t make this all just go away. but i’m here for you and i think that being reminded of these things is a must for all of us. today’s one of those days where you deserve to be reminded.”

you don’t even think you could really cry again, even if you wanted to, but you certainly feel like it. only this time, it’s out of relief. your guilty conscience still tries to fight with his words, but the part of you that knows he’s right is holding onto his comfort with all it’s got and it’s making you want to burst into tears again. being reminded of your right to let it go is something you’ve needed, not just for this case, but for months. you didn’t even realize, but you’ve holding onto little things here and there and letting it build up until it all blew up in your face last friday night. so to let that all out and feel comforted is a relief far stronger than anything you’ve felt before.

“thank you.” your voice is back at a whisper, but you hope he can hear how much you mean it. you think he does when he smiles.

“of course. you’ll always have me, and you have everyone else on the team too, you know that.”

you nod and do your best to smile back. “thank you,” you repeat. you don’t even know what else to say. “and um, i’m always here for you too, luke. you know, just when i’m not a complete hot mess.” the lighter tone in your voice as you attempt a joke is luke’s relief, the relief that you’re on the way to feeling better.

“thanks,” he chuckles lightly. the sound makes you glad.

“hey luke?”

“yeah?” he replied in earnest, eager to give.

“can we order some thai food and watch movies until we fall asleep on the couch?”

that really makes him happy, and he grins like he always does to show it. “you know it.” so, he buys you food and tells you to pick all the movies. he lets you lean on him when you get tired, then carries you to bed and tucks you in when you fall asleep halfway through the first film. he stalls in your room by fixing the hair the falls onto your face and pressing a light kiss to your forehead. then he leaves the door cracked, just in case, and takes a while to fall asleep on your couch after putting the leftovers in the fridge. he cries a little, because he hates that it’s so hard for you, and it’s hard for him too. 

at the end of the day though, he’s just glad you’ll be okay.

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[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Ooo hiii what about teen!reader who refuses to cry Infront of people who randomly either just bursts into tears or someone notices that they have tears in their eyes. If possible with Luke Alvez or Matt Simmons cause I do t think there's enough content for them 😅

Luke Alvez X Teen Reader

Request: what about teen!reader who refuses to cry Infront of people who randomly either just bursts into tears or someone notices that they have tears in their eyes. If possible with Luke Alvez or Matt Simmons cause I do t think there's enough content for them

so sorry for not updating for ages its been busy getting ready to back to collage, i start next week so i wont be able to update as much as i want anymore but i will update when i can!

Third person pov...

15 year old Y/N L/N watch as detectives and forensics walk in and out the door of their crime scene ridden house, only hours before the teen was surrounded by their family hzppy and smiling, now nothing but a mask as they sit covered in blood.

The detectives have tried many times to get the teen to move, get cleaned up and checked over but have long given up they weren’t going to leave their house, the detectives knew that now.

The 15 year old sits on the sofa where he hadn’t moved since it happened tears threatening to fall but they didn’t let them they wouldn’t cry.

Flashback…

The L/N house was filled with laughter as they all sat in the living room laughing at the game show they all sat down to watch, it was the chase as usual they all worked to answer the questions right.

Even the usually quiet Y/N was yelling out answers if they knew it. Suddenly their laughter was cut short when a knock sounded on the door, for the past couple weeks the whole town has been on lock down.

There was a suspected serial killer on the loose killing happy families but only leaving one witness not just alive but traumatised. So Y/Ns dad took a gun with him as he when to open the door.

The rest of the family went back to the game show, minutes pass and Y/Ns dad still hadn’t returned. The teen stood from their seat “im going to see what dad is doing” they say making their way through the living room.

Once the teen was in the hallway they turned towards the door where their dad was, the teen eyes widened they saw a strange man dressed in black pointing a gun at their dads head.

10 minutes later Y/N and their family were tied up by the unsub who was finishing tying up Y/Ns younger brother. “its going to be okay Y/B/N” whispers the teen, the 10 year old looks at his sibling and nods.

Hours later the Unsub had killed each and everyone of Y/Ns family, only the teen was left surrounded by the bodies of their family, they refused to cry which made the unsub angry.

The man had hit and kicked Y/N trying to get a reaction out of them but the teen wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction. “this is no fun now come on cry even a little you robot!” yells the unsub smashing a nearby vase but Y/N stayed stoic they would survive.

They had too, their locked with his little brothers cold dead ones, he had too this bastard had to pay for killing their family.

As the teen continues to stare down the unsub who smirked and took out his gun and pointed it the teen head, Y/Ns eyes widened slightly and held his shaking hands tightly, the gun was still pointed at their head, the unsub pulled the safety but the shot never came.

A knock came from the door, Y/N sighs softly saved by a neighbour, the unsub tsk and puts the gun away, he glares at the door but turns to the back door and leaves Y/N alone. “ill be back for you ill make you cry” he promises Y/N hears the door shut and begin frantically trying to get loose.

Instead they begin shouting for help.

End of flashback…

Suddenly the teen was back in their house still surrounded by officers the bodies long been taken away the blood was cleaned away but the scene wasn’t disturbed. The sheriff was one the officers there he was a close friend of the L/N family.

Soon two black SUVs arrive and out comes 6 people three woman and 3 men all had sunglasses on. The sheriff walks over to them “you must be the BAU, thank you for coming im really out of my league here, this is the L/N house the most react victims” he explained, “im SSA Emily Prentiss, these are Agents Lewis, Alvez, Jareau, Rossi and Dr Reid” says Emily.

The team are then shown to the crime scene

But they were met with something completely unexpected. A teen, no more than 15 years old, sat in the living room surrounded by crime scene detectives, and although tears were notoriously difficult to stop, they refused to cry in front of anyone, instead forcing their face into a stoic mask.

Luke Alves looked at the traumatized teen, who had been a victim to the Unsub. Only their entire family had perished, but yet still the teen refused to cry. Luke did his best to stay professional, but the sight of such a brave and resilient young person in the face of such heartbreaking tragedy made Luke's heart heavy. He slowly approached the teen, sitting beside them on the sofa and introducing himself. The teen still refused to speak, yet Luke patiently waited, giving the teen time to process their emotions and build up the courage to talk. After several awkward moments, the teen finally opened up, telling Luke their heartbreaking story. The teen went on to tell Luke how the Unsub had taken away their family one by one, with the teen being the only one who managed to escape. As the teen began to become overwhelmed again, Luke simply placed a comforting hand on their shoulder and tried his best to remain as non-judgemental as possible.

It was clear to Luke that the teen had experienced enough harsh judgement and criticism in their life already, and so he simply listened and gave the teen the time and space they needed to express themselves. The conversation became a bit easier for the teen as they moved on to talk about their hobbies and dreams for the future. It was the first time Luke had seen the teen show any emotion other than sadness and grief in the wake of their family’s death. It was through Luke's gentle encouragement and compassion that the teen was finally able to begin the healing process. By the end of the conversation, the teen was even showing small signs of smiling and laughing.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot for Luke sorry for the wait. Sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes.

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word count: 1150

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[spencermyangel]

Prompt: Spencer is worried about talking too long when Hotch leaves. Maybe with him talking to Luke about it.

CW - Ableism

“Hey are you okay?”

Spencer glanced up from putting his files and books in his bag and gave Luke a questioning look, “Yeah… Why wouldn’t I be?”

Luke paused, “you seem nervous, on edge, at times.” Luke had noticed Spencer being hyper-aware of when he was talking, and he would look around the room as if he were searching for something.

Spencer gave Luke a questioning glance, causing Luke too elaborate, “when you talk, you seem anxious.” 

Spencer stilled and after a moment slowly lowered himself into his seat. Luke pulled up his own chair and waited for Spencer to speak. 

“It’s just,” Spencer paused and shook out his hands, “Hotch.” 

“Hotch?” Luke questioned, brows furrowed. Hotch had left the team a few cases ago, so how could he be bugging Spencer? Or maybe it was the fact he had left. Though no one told him, Luke was almost certain Spencer was autistic. Maybe the change was hard for him. 

“He would help me.”

“Help you how?” 

“He would always help me to know when I start to rambe to much. Uh, people, even the team,” Spencer muttered the last part, “can sometimes get annoyed if I talk too much. Hotch always helped me with that, even if just by giving me a little tap or signal.” 

Spencer began to rock and his fidgeting with his hands increased, “I’m not good at knowing when I’ve shared enough, I have to pay extra attention. That’s why I’m nervous, I don’t want to annoy anyone. I feel lost without him.” 

Though Spencer tried to hide it by ducking his head, Luke saw the tear that had escaped his eye. “I just wish I could be normal,” Spencer finally confessed, a defeated tone to his voice. “It’s so easy for everyone else, why is it so hard for me?” 

Luke watched the insecure man with sad eyes. “Spencer, you’re not like everyone else. No one is. You’re amazing and it doesn’t matter if you struggle with certain things.”

“It annoys people. And It embarrasses the team,” Spencer simply stated. 

Luke bit his lip. He wished he could assure Spencer that wasn’t the case, but he couldn’t. They would both know it to be a lie. Luke had witnessed the frustrated huffs from the team when Spencer rambled, or stimmed to obviously, even when he didn’t understand something.

“It doesn’t annoy me,” Luke offered as comfort instead, “I like hearing you talk. You’re so smart, it’s interesting to hear what you have to say.” 

Spencer looked up with watery eyes, “really?” 

“Really” Luke told him, “I want you to know you don’t have to worry about those things around me. But if it would make you feel more comfortable, when we are around other people I could give you a signal. Like a little tap or something?” 

Spencer smiled, “I’d like that a lot. Thank you, Luke.” 

Luke returned Spencer’s smile. He was happy to be able to help, but he hoped one day the team would be understanding enough that he wouldn’t have too.

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[captainstressed]

im back with another quickie! this is based on a generated prompt about pg having a nightmare/waking up in the night and luke being there to comfort her.

this one is just shy of 500 words but i like it and i hope you do too.

quick a|n: bebita is baby/babygirl in spanish, a friend from the fandom gave me the idea for one of my previous garvez fics and i just love it so the nickname makes another appearance.

It took Luke a few moments to realise the sounds he was hearing weren’t part of some dream he was having, he reached a hand behind him and softly patted the space beside him whilst the sleepy mist cleared his head. It was empty and the sheet was cool but the noise continued; Pulling his hand back, he scrubbed it over his face in hope of waking himself more and turned over.

Penelope was cocooned beneath the sheets, as far across her side of the bed she could be without falling over the edge. An ache filled Luke’s chest when he realised the noise was coming from her, shuffling across the space between them he gently pulled down one of the sheets covering her face and his heart broke at the sight before him.

“Bebita..”

His voice was hardly above a whisper; Penelope’s cheeks were stained with tears, a small wet patch forming on the pillow beneath her head. Her eyes were closed and it looked as though she was still sleeping, not that it ever stopped her mind from spinning a mile a minute.

He slipped an arm across her waist, bringing his front flush with her back. His other hand drifted to her hair, tucking a section behind her ear so he could whisper reassurances in her ear. She shifted beneath him, a shuddered breath passing her lips as he held her impossibly closer.

“I’m here, it’s ok, you’re ok.”

His words were strengthened by a kiss to the side of her head; it was a handful of moments before he heard her wake up, a quiet gasp followed by a sob she couldn’t hold back.

“Luke?”

Penelope knew he was with her, could feel his arm around her and tried to draw strength from his presence. But she needed to hear his voice, the visions from her nightmare were already fading from her memory but the feelings remained.

“I’m here, it’s ok, you’re ok.”

Luke repeated his words from before, following them with another kiss to her head whilst his other hand smoothed down her hair in hopes of providing the comfort she needed.

She took a moment to revel in his embrace, allowing the feeling of safety to envelope her and clear away some of the haze left over from her nightmare.

They both shifted then, Luke loosened his hold on her and shuffled back a touch and Penelope turned so she could bury her face in Luke’s chest. His arms were around her once more as soon as she was settled, holding her close whilst he dropped kisses to the top of her head.

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[prentissluvr]

anything for you — luke alvez

pairing : luke alvez x gn!bau!reader ➖⟢ genre : hurt/comfort, fluff ➖⟢ cw : crying, kissing, only light editing ➖⟢ wc : 2.5K summary : luke admits he'd do anything for you after you open up about a rough case.

crying in a public bathroom is the worst. and yet, for most, it is unavoidable at some point or another. this evening, it’s your turn to cry in a public bathroom. sloped pathetically against the stall door, you thank the lord that you’ve mastered the art of crying silently, because the last thing you want is a coworker to walk in and hear you. 

however, you do curse the fact that you couldn’t just wait to cry until you got home. of course, that’s what you had planned to do, but the volatility of human emotions wholly foiled said plans when your tired feet found their way to your desk in the half empty bullpen. you had collapsed into your chair, dropping your go-bag to the floor without a second thought when the inevitable sting of tears that come with a rough case decided to show up early. swallowing hard, you realized the tears weren’t going to go anywhere but your cheeks to drip off your chin and land on your white dress shirt.

that’s why you’re crying in the public bathroom of a federal building, hoping you aren’t gone long enough to arouse suspicion among any fellow bau agents who haven’t yet gone home.

with a final deep breath, you wipe your fingers over your eyes and straighten up your shirt before walking out of the stall. at the sink, you dab some cold water right under your eyes to reduce the puffiness just long enough for you to get past your far too intuitive coworkers and head home. gently drying away any remaining wetness or glaringly obvious signs of your bathroom activities from your face, you take in your appearance in the mirror and decide that this is the best that you’ll get. your eyes are still red, but not too much that they can’t be explained away with excuses of a long flight, or maybe early-spring allergies.

the issue is that you assumed you’d have a good minute to pull yourself together a bit more if you walk a little slow. as you exit the bathroom with a loud, defeated huff of breath leaving your lips, you look up to see luke alvez headed in your direction, seemingly on the way to the bathrooms himself.

you curse to yourself because you can tell that he saw you first, which means he caught you uncomposed.

“hey, luke,” you greet him as normal, throwing him a casual smile and praying he doesn’t think anything of your slightly disheveled state. “see you tomorrow!” you plan to brush past him as he heads your way, but he stops in front of you, rather than proceeding to the restroom.

“actually, i was looking for you,” he says, his own voice casual. 

“mm, aren’t you always,” you tease, easily slipping into your normal mode of conversation with him despite your slightly unstable emotional state.

“i just can’t help myself,” he grins at you, shrugging and raising his eyebrows like he can’t deny it before his expression turns a bit more serious, earnest in the way it gets when he really means something. “i wanted to check up on you though, you seemed really exhausted on the jet.” it’s easy for you to tell that your tiredness on the way back home is not the only thing that he’s noticed, but you try to play along like it is.

“i appreciate that, and yeah, i’m honestly exhausted, but that’s nothing new, is it? it was a long case,” you try to word it like you’re conceding a bit, rather than full on denying him so you don’t come across as defensive.

“right, of course,” he smiles kindly, and you know he’s only saying that because he’s respecting the fact that you don’t want to talk about it. he doesn’t really believe you. “well either way, even if you’re just tired, you’ll tell me if there’s anything i can do for you, yeah? i just wanted to remind you that i’m always willing to lend an ear, treat you to takeout or a movie, or really anything at all. i don’t want you to feel like you can’t open up to me about a hard case, or anything like that.” he drops plenty of obvious hints, but his voice is sweet through and through, without a hint of accusation or prying. he makes it so easy to tell that he means what he says, that he wants to help, and that he cares about you. the way he looks at you has you craving to cave for him, his eyes all soft and earnest and full of respect.

“thank you, luke,” you smile half-heartedly, voice softer and more truthful than before. you wonder if your not-so-little crush on him makes it dangerous for you to take him up on any of those offers, but you also think maybe you just don’t care. why pass up a perfect opportunity to spend time with just him and his sweet self. “maybe… maybe we can just talk a little on the way to my car if you’re ready to go home?” the smile he gives you has your knees feeling just a bit weak. does he have to look at you like he’d do anything for you?

“i’d love that,” he says, all soft in a way that makes you crazy. he walks with you, side by side on the way to grab your things from the bullpen, and you wonder what it’d feel like if he were to sling his arm over your shoulders and pull you in close. not that you haven’t felt his arms around you before, but something about him makes you crave after any sort of casual intimacy with him. but instead, he grabs your bag for you, and you have to walk even farther apart from him. you thank him, of course, for carrying it for you, and you wonder how to tell him that he has a beautiful smile. as you wait for the elevator, he asks what you wanted to talk about.

clearing your throat, you feel awkward and unsure how to start. you haven’t even decided if you want to tell him just how bad this case was, if you want to gloss over it, or if you want to talk about something else entirely to take your mind off of things. 

“i, um–” the ding of the elevator interrupts you before you can really begin. inside, you press the button to the garage floor and lean against the cool metal of the back wall. he settles next to you for the short ride. you sigh deeply, and you can feel luke’s eyes on you, likely curious and concerned, but not so much that it reads as pity.

in the small time frame of a moment, you think about the way luke has always jumped to take care of you, even when you first started out. sometimes it’s as subtle as a small smile when he’s passing you by, a genuine, casual praise when you contribute something to the profile, or a cup of coffee or tea just the way you like it. other times it’s a hug he needs just as much as you after a close call in the field, or a steady hand, gentle touch, and furrowed brow when you get even slightly injured. he always has the right words for you and he always makes it known that he is as fiercely loyal to you as he is to the rest of the team.

“i know you know it already,” you finally start, “but this case was hard for me.” he nods, understanding and compassion filling up his features in an instant. “honestly not sure if i really want to get into it right now, but– but maybe later. it just…hit a sore spot and i’m still grappling with the aftermath of that. you know this, but when the case is active it’s kind of hard to deal with anything else. so when we got back it kind of really hit me, y’know, the fact that i haven’t been able to process it yet. now i just want to go to bed,” you chuckle half-heartedly, feeling a new level of exhaustion sinking in.

“believe me, i get that,” he mirrors your tired laugh, always so observant to the way you want a conversation to go. this time, he knows you don’t want it to be heavy or highly emotional. “i’m sorry this case struck close to home like that, that always sucks,” he says empathetically. “nights like this i always fall asleep to one of my favorite movies,” he keeps talking as the elevator doors open and you walk out and towards the parking garage, “don’t have to think about what’s bothering you yet and you don’t have to worry about missing something when you fall asleep. not sure if that’s your kind of thing, but it might not hurt to give it a try.”

you smile at his genuine advice. “it certainly wouldn’t,” you agree, infinitely grateful for the way luke treats you almost too good. the two of you stall at the edge of the parking garage before heading in, not quite sure where the other has parked their car. an idea sparks in your mind, and you think it’s the exhaustion that makes you say it out loud. “listen, uh, not sure if this is too much to ask for tonight, but… any chance i can take you up on that offer for take out and a movie? not sure if a movie all by myself would do the trick.”

the bright smile on luke’s face might be a bit inappropriate for the context, but you couldn’t care less, because your own thoughts about how handsome he looks like this aren’t any better.

“of course, you could never ask for anything that would be too much. anything to help, anything for you,” he drops that bomb like it’s so easy to say, so easy to feel that way about you. earlier you had cursed the look in his eyes that seemed to say that, and now you have no idea what to do once he’s said those words aloud, confirmed them without a single doubt. “we’ll take my car, c’mon.” he gestures with his head in the general direction, casually leading you along as if he hadn’t just made your heart race so fast you begin to forget that you cried today at all. “plus, there’s nothing better than roxy to make you feel better. she’ll be excited to see you.”

you try to regain any semblance of your composure as you follow him along. “i’m excited to see her, too,” you smile, “thank you, luke,” you say once again.

“it’s my pleasure, seriously.” he uses that same voice he always uses for you, full of conviction and with at least the hint of a smile. he’s always smiling around you, and you wonder if it could be because it makes you smile back. he told you last week after work one day, casual and soft, that he likes your smile. 

once you reach his car, he tosses your bags in the back seat before turning to open the passenger side door for you. but you’re already there, hand on the handle and his fingers curl right over yours.

“sorry,” he laughs out quietly, but he doesn’t move away. you’re far more relaxed than you were earlier than night, but with you so close, he can still see the hurt swimming around in your pink-rimmed eyes. you see his features soften into something akin to maybe love, and his voice is quiet with care. “can i hug you?” he asks, like this time it would be different, because he’s certainly hugged you before. you take in the sweet gaze of his eyes, and you nod readily.

“of course,” you whisper back, and you mean that. he can hug you whenever he likes.

it takes less than an instant for you to be folded up into his arms, his hands reaching around you like he’s been waiting to do this all night, one hand coming to rest securely on the back of your head and the other on your back. your own arms curl around his middle and you just melt into his embrace. you hadn’t even realized just how much you needed this, and now you have it, perfect and warm against the nighttime breeze that’s begun to filter into the open air of the lot.

he rubs up and down your back until the gentle silence of it all is broken up by the sounds of someone backing their car up to head home. luke pulls away slowly, soft as the feel of his arms around you and lingers there, looking at you under the flickering garage lights like you’re an angel.

you feel a little bashful under his gaze, torn between making a teasing quip about how he can’t get enough of you or kissing him right on the lips. instead, you pull him back to you without warning, smushing your face into his shoulder and sighing happily when you pull a surprised laugh from him. he returns the hug with equal force, squeezing you close before pressing a solid kiss to your hairline. you pull back just a bit to take him in, unable to control the smile spreading across your face. his arms don’t leave their place wrapped around you.

“you sure know how to turn someone’s night around,” you grin.

“i bet i could come up with one more thing that might help you out,” he says cheekily. 

you raise your eyebrows. “oh, really? and what might that be, luke alvez?” god, he loves the way you say his name, the way you run your hands up to loop around his neck.

“well,” he copies you by saying your full name back. you love the way he says it, too. “i could kiss you, if you wouldn’t mind.” you practically swoon at the way he always remains unfailingly respectful, even when he has that playful lilt to his voice.

you make an overexaggerated expression of contemplation as he shifts his hands to settle on your waist. “hmm, i might have to think about that.” in response, he tugs you even closer to him, that teasing smile you’ve come to seek out pulling at his pretty lips.

“do you? and how long will that take? because i’m not sure if i can wait for long,” he teases back. 

“i guess it’d be alright if you kissed me now,” you concede, still with that playful tone.

“just alright?” he questions, eyebrows raised.

deciding you’re done teasing, with that smile he finds to be just irresistible, you tell him, “luke, if you don’t kiss me right now, i swe–” then, without a second to spare, his lips are on yours, and every last worry of yours melts away to make way for his soft lips, his steady hands, and the fact that he’d do anything for you.

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[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

Cinderella Moment

@flufftober day 4 Cinderella Moment Garvez 1,317 words of wump and fluff *not the typical rags to riches Cinder moment* In which Penelope discovers what made Luke the man he is and realizes they may have more in common than she ever thought.

It wasn’t some big dramatic gesture, it wasn’t some obvious visual change, it wasn’t anything at all…but her. And him. And that. The story. 

The story that broke her heart. 

And tore down the canvas of his perfectly painted veneer, transforming him before her very eyes.

“Go on, I give you carte blanche. I know you haven’t done it, even after all this time. Look me up, find my secrets, Penelope.” It was an invitation, an opening. There were things in his past he…never brought up. Things that didn’t feel right, but things that explained so much and he wanted her to know, needed her to see him. See all of him. 

-15 years old, dad dead. Called to duty for Desert Shield. Not many deaths in the grand scheme of things, but a major one in the scheme of a teenage boy. Not a month later, sister kidnapped…tortured…murdered. The clipping stated she didn’t often walk home alone, but that this day she happened to be. Crime of opportunity-  

Penelope looked at him in crushed horror, unsure what to say. Luke wasn’t one for talking about his personal life, let alone his family, beyond a joke here or there. The closest anyone got was meeting Phil, her meeting Lisa… but even that wasn’t his choice. And now here he was giving her permission to see this painful thing. This horrible thing. To know it and understand. He was entrusting her with this very secret part of himself. 

Luke pulled out the extra chair she kept in her office, “It was me” he started weakly, “It was my fault. I was…so mad. Mad at him for leaving us. Mad at my mother, mad at my grandmother, mad at popi. I just lost my dad and they all expected me to suddenly take on this role. Be this big, strong, reserved, protector.

‘A Man’

I wasn’t allowed to…miss him. Express my feelings. I felt trapped and confused, frustrated, and angry. I was mad that I had to walk with her. That she got to cry, and miss him, and…that I couldn’t. 

“You are the man now, hijo,” like I was ready for that. Like I didn’t have the same feelings that needed worked through on top of everything else going on in my life. 

I couldn’t focus in class, I felt estranged from everyone, I wasn’t turning anything in…then one day I decided to skip. After lunch I walked out the doors of our high school without a word. It’s funny, even then, I knew if I acted like I was supposed to be doing it, no one would stope me. And I left. Went to the river. I threw rocks, and the rain fell and I cried, and yelled, letting my tears mix with the raindrops and my wails melt into the wind. 

I was gonna go back, I was going to wait for her when school ended, but I lost track of time… and when I got back to school, no one was there, so I went home thinking she left without me. But she wasn’t there either. 

But the police were. Not enough time had passed to make a report, but as far as my mother was concerned her husband was dead and her two kids were missing. Dad’s captain took her distress seriously, looking out for the widow of one of their own. 

Seeing the cops, I was panicked and scared. I thought I was going to be in so much trouble. For skipping, for not being with her. It was my fault. It was my duty.Iwas supposed to take care of her, look out for her…

The evening stretched into night, turned into day. Three days. They searched for for her for three days. 

My mother wouldn’t even look at me. 

The sound she made when the call came in…They asked her if there was anyone else who could identify the body. They knew. 

I needed to do right, I needed to make it up to her. To him. To all of them. I let everyone down, if I could tell them with confidence this wasn’t her, she was still out there, she was just lost, we would find her…

But it was her... As unrecognizable as she was… what he did to her. 

From that point on I made myself as agreeable as possible. I was early to school, I was home every day on time, I kept the house clean, and did my homework and didn’t make a fuss, and I tried to anticipate what everyone would need. I was strong. And I was stoic. I was a man. And when graduation came I joined the Army, and then I became what they needed. And when I got out, I joined the FBI and worked on tracking down criminals…and then I met the BAU 

I told Rossi I wasn’t his guy, I was a manhunter, I was no good in an office…but really, I wasn’t sure I was ready. To face the things I knew you all saw every day. If there was even one case that looked like her…I’d become obsessed finding him. I’d want to track him down, hurt him. I told Hotch I wanted to kill Cullen for what he did, and that was my partner. My brother. But not my blood. What would I do if the man who killed my sister came across my desk? I’d make it right. I wouldn’t be able to stop. I wouldn’t stop. I’d fix it… I couldn’t go back, but I could fix it.”

She watched as he blinked the tears away. Even now shoving those emotions down. And then it made sense. All of him. Every bit of Luke. His character, his behavior, how there was this dark streak, how there was this playful little boy that would pop out from time to time, how he took on everyone else’s problems and challenges and made himself as helpful as possible and needed to be everyone’s champion. 

He blamed himself, was told it was his fault. Was living a life of correcting that one moment, a moment he didn’t do. Mentally flogging himself for 30 years, but he was 15, a kid, he wasn’t responsible for the actions of some sick adult. 

Penelope rose, then stooped in front of him, stern, “Luke Alvez, don’t you dare blame that hurt boy for the actions of some twisted sick individual. It was not your fault. It is not your fault.” She understood. She understood better than anyone might. The guilt that kind of situation lays on you, even without someone blaming you outwardly, you blame yourself, and poor Luke, he was literally blamed. She was looking up at him, her hands holding his, his eyes tired, sad, sunken. So broken, so un-Luke-like.

“Penelope, I know, but if I had just been there, if I hadn’t-“

“No.” She cut him off firmly, hand letting go, softly framing his face, thumb tenderly soothing a cheek. “There is no ‘but’, you were a child. You were hurt. He did that. You cannot take on the weight of someone else’s actions. You know that. You can’t say what would or wouldn’t have happened. Luke Alvez, you’re too good for that.  You are a good man. You are a good person.” As she said it, Penelope stood, pulling him up with her, hugging him tightly, her face smooshing into his chest, lips just over heart. Her brow furrowed with her own bitter regret, regret that it took this to make her see, that it took this long. 

As tight as Penelope was hugging him, Luke squeezed back double, desperate to keep her close, that this admission wouldn’t send her running. And as he did, he could have sworn he felt the glide of her lips, the jump of her jaw, of Penelope whispering I love you.

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[creatingmoments]

Any words of wisdom for starting to write fanfic? If I am not getting Garvez on the screen then I want to make my own world.

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