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to-thelakes · 2 months

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Reader and Luke not being together yet (even tho theyre both stupidly in love with the other (duh)) and reader falls asleep on Luke in the jet after a rough case!!

statistical anomaly

pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader

summary; after a case drags you to the jet late at night, you fall asleep on luke's shoulder but not before overhearing him talk about you

warnings; fluff, tired reader, team being absolute chaotic little gremlins, spencer reid (my beloved <3)

notes; i saw this and despite how ill i feel (nothing is new there, literally been dying for six months straight(not actually, just feels that way)), i was kicking my feet and giggling because STOP, i need this and want this in my life. so, i may have written a little drabble hehe, is it edited? no. is there mistakes? probably, i'm tired. but the thoughts of luke alvez never stop so enjoy

(also i made this before a case instead of after bc i just honestly, idk, i just did, so whoops but same vibes)

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It was late when you were called in for a case. You had just got home, texting Luke that you were home safe (like you always did) when Garcia called. She profusely apologised for calling you in so late but then asked you to come back. You did, without question. It wasn’t Garcia’s fault and there were lives to save; even if you were exhausted.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you settled into the jet. You were sat around the table. Luke was next to you and Emily and Reid were sat across from you. You all had the case files out, the laptop with Garcia on it was on the table too. Emily began to run you all through the case, preliminary discussions passing quickly without much of a word from you.

You were exhausted and your brain was lagging behind so you knew it was better to stay quiet for now. Once you were done, everyone slipped away into their own little group. Reid and Emily were discussing the case while you simply closed the case file. Luke glanced down at you.

“Everything okay?” He asked softly. You ran your hand across your face before you nodded your head but you weren’t convincing him or anyone. He gently took a hold of your wrist, resting it against the table, “Do you want a coffee?” He added after a moment. You shook your head.

“I’m fine, really,” You attempted to convince him but he wasn’t. He glanced around before his gaze returned to you, “Talk me through the background,” You requested. Luke looked at you for a moment and he eventually gave in to you. You were giving him the eyes and he couldn’t ever resist that. So, he began to read through the background that Garcia had managed to compile.

You really tried to listen but listening to Luke’s voice was calming you down. You felt the exhaustion seeping back in and you let your head rest against Luke’s arm. He - obviously - didn’t have a problem with it. Any excuse to have you close was good enough for him. He loved holding you, touching you, keeping you close.

“Did you get any of that?” He teased softly, noticing how your eyes had fallen closed. You mumbled something but he didn’t catch any of it. You were clearly exhausted and so he shuffled so that you could rest more comfortably against his shoulder, “I’ll wake you when the flight lands,” He whispered softly into your ear. You hummed happily in response before you let sleep take you.

It was hard for Emily and Reid not to notice. Reid was the first to suspect that there was something going on between the two of you but whenever he brought it up, he was shut down. But the rest of the team were catching on now.

“You know, a friendship, on average, takes 21.9 months to turn romantic,” Reid stated and Luke lifted his gaze up, cocking an eyebrow, “But you’ve been friends for nearly three years, so you’re both a statistical anomaly,” He added. Luke tried his best not to shift but it was clear that he was baffled by Reid’s sudden statistics.

“Reid,” Emily warned. It wasn’t that she didn’t want Reid to talk because she did enjoy hearing him but she didn’t want to make a situation out of this right now. They had other things to worry about.

“Nothing is going on between us,” Luke responded. A scoff escaped Emily’s lips involuntarily and Luke’s head snapped towards her, “I’m letting her sleep,” He defended. Emily tried to distract herself from this conversation by looking at the case file but she was still gonna be nosy.

“You let her touch you more than anyone else on the team. You also regularly watch her while she’s working and you’re much more engaged when she speaks and you’re more likely to defend her when one of us fights against her theories. You might not have something going on but you clearly love her and she loves you,” Reid stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Luke’s eyes widened and he glanced down at you before he looked back at Reid.

“How do you know that?” Luke asked, the emotions warring in his chest as he tilted his head to the side slightly.

“Oh, she told me,” A smile appeared on his face and you bit your lip as you still rested against Luke’s shoulder. You had been asleep for a little bit but Reid and Luke speaking had roused you from the brink. You had been silently listening but Reid noticed you begin to smirk slightly.

“Stop talking about me, please,” You mumbled, your tone thick was exhaustion. Luke’s eyes widened and Reid chuckled softly, “I’m trying to get some sleep.” Luke looked down at you and then back at Reid and he seemed completely dumb-founded. He was at a loss for words. It was cute and that is why you just let yourself settle back down and go back to sleep. You needed it.

#luke alvez x you #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez fluff #criminal minds #criminal minds fluff #luke alvez drabble #drabble #fluff #reader-insert

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tommyspeakycap · 2 years

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bad terms

you and derek didn’t end on good terms, so when he returns for a shock case, he’s wracked with guilt at everything he’s missed

luke alvez x reader with canon typical violence can u tell i’m rewatching criminal minds lol

It’s a simple diamond, resting flush against your ring finger on your left hand. It still catches your eye every so often, almost amazing you that it actually exists each time.

Amazing you that he exists.

Pen was hesitant about the new boy at first, having spent a few months being a man down without her very beloved Derek Morgan when Luke came into the team. She didn’t like him because he replaced Morgan and you felt the opposite, you liked him because he replaced Morgan.

You two did not end on good terms.

“Some of us actually have people that we care about outside of this team, (y/l/n)!”

“Derek!” Penelope tried to cut in. “Some of us have a life outside of this job, I have a kid and a wife, you will never understand that.”

“Morgan!” Hotch boomed, “Outside, now.”

A yawn stretches your lips, awaiting the coffee machine to finish dropping into your “worlds best mom” mug imprinted with a picture of Roxy and Spencer that Luke had gifted you last Christmas. “Morning my precious.” Garcia beams, heels clinking across the floor of the kitchenette in the BAU office. “Morning Penny G,” you try to jest back with the same amount of joy she somehow has at 8:45am, though your attempt is futile.

“How was your holiday, you need to tell me absolutely every single little detail right now and oh- OH!!! Oh my god is this the ring! (y/n) it’s gorgeous, who knew Alvez could actually pull it off.” She holds your hand, admiring the glistening diamond that was beautiful enough to strike you speechless and yet subtle enough to be comfortable and sweet. “It was so good,” you hum, a subconscious glint of happiness beaming out of your eyes at the thought of the week you spent off sunning in the Caribbean on sun loungers by the pool with Luke teaching you to surf on secluded beaches and eating fruit under the sunlight. On the second last night at the end of a candle lit diner on the beach, Luke took to one knee and asked you to marry him after nearly three years of knowing each other and two of dating. “He’s just perfect, I-“

“Well hello there,” JJ mewls as she sways over, “Someone best get the paperwork in for a credential name change.” She sings her voice teasing before she hugs you tightly and offers you her kind congratulations.

“I hate to break up the celebrations you guys,” Emily’s voice appears as she lingers in the doorway apologetically, “But we’ve got a case, and it’s a nasty one.”

Nasty indeed it was, incredibly violent and volatile. A family annihilator killing families of five, two parents three kids and even their pets were being wiped out. It was taxing on everyone, draining everything out of each and every one of you until the unsub was brought down. Your have bags under your eyes, grease in your hair and a little bloody stained under your shirt nails from scraping with the unsub in what would have been his latest victims master bedroom, You’d washed your hands, but hadn’t had a minute to scrub underneath your nails before you all loaded silently onto the jet, immediately taking respective seats and sat, again, in silence.

You curled up on the edge of the couch, case files spread next to you so no one could occupy that space with your case report on the arm of that couch, pen in hand with the top between your teeth as you stared absently as the harrowing photographs. “(y/n),” Luke coos softly, “We landed fifteen minute ago, baby.” He’s crouched down in front of you, gently closing the report file on your lap, sliding it onto the couch where the other files had also been closed without you even so much as noticing. How the hell you hasn’t realised that the plane had landed and each of the team had up and left with sympathetic looks in your direction. Each had held their tongue despite wanting to ask if you were alright, knowing it was better to leave you to the man who had picked up your broken pieces and instead of jamming them all back together, he nursed them carefully with his own splintered fingers so he could hand them back to you to help you tape them all together haphazardly. He made you whole again after your heart was left cracked and leaking by the abandonment of Derek Morgan, your honorary big brother and subsequently the man who hurt you the most with words that still haunt you.

At first you worried that he might’ve been right. Maybe you would never have more than your job. Maybe you would never be capable of love. All of those worries you had confided in Morgan before only to have him use them against you in his moment of weakness for which you have never been able to forgive him.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, but Luke shakes his head, reaching for your hand to smooth his over. “You’re alright,” He hums, “Let’s get home huh?”

Your nod prompts him to nod, muttering an okay to himself as he straights up. Luke helps you to your feet, clearing the case files into your bag. Your new fiancé holds your hand, fingers intertwined as you walked to the car together. He has the knack for knowing when you don’t want to talk yet, not even attempting to push you until you were safely at home when he knew you’d be more willing to talk. “Wanna wait here while I run up and grab our stuff?” The tall, tanned agent offers, prompting another almost silent ‘yeah’ from you before you peck a kiss against the corner of his lip which makes his cheeks twitch in a gentle smile as he closes the passenger side door for you.

That small action, the little peck on his lip even when you’re run ragged by secondary grief of watching entire families ripped apart in mere moments. The grieving parents, grandparents, sisters and brothers who could never have imagined this happening to them…it was awful. Even in that, you would remind him in the smallest and most silent ways that you were still you in there, frozen beneath something you would work through together, but there. He has these cases too, ones that shake him to his core and he needs you to look after him like he is doing for you today. Next week, he may need that from you and it’ll be a cycle that’ll exist for as long as you do this job, one that neither of you would ever trade for the vindication of putting these bastards away before they can take anything from anywhere else.

The elevator dings open, doors sliding to let Luke Alvez into the bullpen to scrape up some files from his desk into his bag, straightening out his desk a little. He pushes his photographs back into line, smoothing his thumb over the one of you cuddled into Roxy grinning like a fool under the Christmas tree in that very bullpen where the team celebrated Christmas with their families in the middle of a case on the 25th last year. You all took pause for merely a few hours to have a meal, give some gifts and then get right back go work. He loves that picture of you more than anything in the world.

Derek still feels that twinge of unease that floods him whenever he walks into the 6th floor now, faced with his own reflection in the glass doors before he presses his hand to them. The former profiler crosses the bullpen to make his way towards the office of his Baby Girl. He had heard through the grapevine (that being JJ) that this case was absolutely harrowing on everyone, so he wanted to visit like he infrequently does when cases are extremely tough. Being able to give some outsider support is almost always helpful and welcome. Yet, he has never once encountered you whenever he’s come to visit. You hide from him, leaving before he can get there and get gone before he ever lays eyes on you.

“Baby girl?”

Garcia’s head perks up, eyes watering already but immediately flooding when she sees him, rushing into his open embrace. After moments of silence enjoying each other’s presence, they separate and Garcia knows what he’s going to say before he even says it. The look on her face tells him that.

“You think I might catch her?” Derek says, his tone the same one of guilt dusted over with hope that he might get to apologise to you in a way that you had to answer. Not like those texts that you ignore or the calls that you never answered until they eventually stopped. “Sweet man of chocolate,” she lulls, rethinking her words before she says them, and deciding on hope. “If we hurry, we might.”

Emily is still in her office, Rossi in his and Reid at his desk when they emerge onto the raised platform to look over the bullpen. Derek’s eyes fall on his replacement who is logging off his computer, just finished straightening out his photographs. They begin descending the stairs, hyper aware to the fact that you weren’t there.

Derek was about to speak when the dark haired agent moves from his desk to another, folding some brown folders shut and stuffing them into his bag the way he had his own, letting out a scuffed laugh beneath his breath at the sight of your unfinished Rubik’s cube by your keyboard, his fingers dancing over it as he lifts it up to stuff it into your bag. You just couldn’t quite manage to finish one for the life of you. Dots begin to join up in Derek Morgan’s head, why would another agent be picking up files and fidget bits from your desk?

“What’s the story with-”

“Luke your car alarm was blaring in the parking garage,” Matt storms in at a ferocious pace. Luke’s head immediately snaps up, “I checked, passenger side window was smashed, door wide open and (y/n)‘s gone.”

Emily emerges from her office, face paling in the doorway, Rossi already had his phone in hand ringing JJ to get back here and the only sound to be heard amongst the echoing silence is the heavy clatter of an unfinished Rubik’s cube hitting the carpeted floor beneath the feet of terrified agents as a truly petrifying thought rings loud through Luke Alvez’s mind

What if you never get to finish that stupid, multicoloured little square?

A similarly terrified one thumps violently into Derek Morgan’s. What if you never get to hear in person how sorry he is for the words he said, and just how false he knows them to be?

#luke alvez x reader #luke alvez imagine #luke alvez imagines #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fic #luke alvez fic #luke alvez x you

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jjtheresidentbaby · 1 year

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your work is so comforting!!! can i request a caregiver! reid x little!reader where reader throws a tea party at uncle rossis house with the rest of the team?

Parties at Rossi’s | Spencer Reid x Reader

a/n: anon I love you for this one, uncle rossi my beloved

warnings: references to the prison storyline/kinda angst (I just finished that so it’s fresh in my mind sry), pet names, slight baby talk

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“Can I have some more sweetheart, it’s just so good!” Penelope gives you a bright smile as you pour some more “tea” into her cup, it’s really pretend since Jj warned that the plastic tea pot would melt if you actually put boiling tea in it.

“Very good pouring skills baby.” A warm hand on your back alerts you that Reid’s back from the kitchen with Luke, a tray of cookies in Alvez’s hands being what they stepped away for.

“Thank you! Been practicing with uncle Rossi!” You beam towards your caregiver, watching with rapt attention how he reaches a hand to brush at your cheek before murmuring some more praises.

You know staying with Rossi more while Reid goes to his mandated therapy appointments after being released from jail has pained your caregivers heart. He’d love to spend every waking moment with you if he could, but you’re more than happy to be babysat by someone on the team so Reid can do what he has to.

And besides, Rossi keeps the best snacks around.

“Would you like to pass the cookies out? Emily’s looking a little thin over there.” You giggle at Luke, nodding and pulling away from Spencer to grab the tray, doing your best to ignore how suspiciously wet Spencer’s eyes look after the tender moment.

“Tara gets this one, and Luke, and Penny, and Rossi!” You pick the best four for them, you shamelessly play favorites since they’ve been around so much. Jj’s been spending time with Reid’s mom while Emily has handled all the things directly with Spencer, so that leaves the rest of the team to watch over you.

“And Em, and Jj, and Spence! You gots the best one!” Better than all the other cookies in your opinion.

“Wonderful choices Angel, always the best.” Spencer leans to press a kiss to your forehead, plucking another cookie off the tray to hand to you before he bites into his own.

He looks lively. You notice, more relaxed, at least since after he got out of jail, it brings warmness to your chest. He’s finally getting back to himself, and maybe this means more parties at Rossi’s.

#jj writes #criminal minds agere #little!reader #caregiver!spencer #spencer reid #spencer x reader #caregiver!bau team #they’re kinda all caregivers in this one

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emeryya · 1 year

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If I had any talent in video-making (or whatever you kids are calling it these days), I'd make a montage of Luke hearteyesing Penelope over the years set to 'I Really Like You' by Carly Rae Jepsen. Unironically.

#music #criminal minds #luke x penelope #garvez #luke alvez my beloved

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ralvezfanatic · 2 months

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gay ass mfs

#ralvez #my beloveds #luke alvez #spencer reid #criminal minds #𖤐 pics

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darcyfangirlsfrequently · 2 years

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We Have a Lot to Talk About

Based on/sequel to "The First Morning" by @snailsandpuppy-dogtails

Summary: Luke and Penelope talk about their next moves.

Word count: 725

Can also be read here on Ao3

Luke couldn’t believe she thought he had been trying to break up with her. As if he hadn’t been stupid, over-the-moon in love with her for the past two years. Long-distance or not, he loved her, and he knew he was going to continue loving her for a very long time. “You know,” he told her as they got into the car and began driving. “Unless you break up with me, I don’t see us ending any time soon.”

She let herself smile a little bit. “Well, I definitely don’t plan on breaking up with you in the near future… unless you do something really, really bad.”

“Well then I guess we’re stuck with each other,” he teased. They came to a red light, and he knew he had about a minute before the light turned green. “Hey, look at me for a sec?” She did, and he leaned over quickly and gave her a quick peck on the lips. “I love you, Penelope Garcia.”

She shoved him playfully. “Eyes on the road, dork.” She paused, then said. “And I love you too, Luke Alvez. I don’t think I’ve said that yet this morning.”

“So, are we going to tell the team?” Luke probed.

Penelope thought about this. “I mean… we probably should, at some point, but do we have to do it right when we get in? Can we just kind of… let it happen?”

“So like, not outright tell them, but also don’t go out of our way to keep it a secret either?”

“Exactly. We just do what we do and see how long it takes them to figure it out. They’re profilers, it shouldn’t be too long.”

“Alright, sounds good to me.”

They pulled into the parking garage and made their way to the elevator—their elevator, as he had taken to calling it—hand in hand. Luke thought the team might find out then and there, seeing them holding hands in the elevator, since he knew without a doubt that they would all be waiting on the other side of the door to see their beloved Penelope. Not that he could blame them, obviously. He had only gotten to see her in-person for the first time the night before and he had been dating her for the past two years.

What he hadn’t accounted for, however, was the lightning speed at which she would pull herself out of his grip to hug her friends—a speed so fast that he didn’t even have time to process it had happened until he saw her in JJ’s arms, so they definitely didn’t have time so see the two of them holding hands.

Greetings and hugs and promises to catch up as soon as possible, but the happy atmosphere they found themselves in couldn’t last. They had a job to do, a big one.

“As much as I’m sure we’d all like to catch up,” Emily said, having stepped back into her role as Unit Chief—one Rossi was secretly glad to be rid of for a while. “But we have a case. Debrief on the jet.”

“Farewell, my loves,” Penelope said. “Fly safe.” She gave them all one last hug, Luke last, and if she held onto him a little longer, who was to say?

* * *

“Alright, let’s get Penelope to run those names,” Emily said. “Luke, can you call her?”

“Yeah, sure thing.” He dialed the number and opened his mouth to tell her she was on speaker, but she never gave him the chance.

“Love of my life, what can I do for you?”

Luke could feel the heat rushing to his cheeks as the team stared at him wide-eyed. He just stared at his phone, silent. This was certainly a way for them to just “find out.” Was there a way he could explain this away?

“Luke?” Penelope called again. Nope. There certainly was not.

“Pen, love, you’re on speaker,” he told her.

He could practically hear her shocked expression. “Oh. Okay. And who else is with you?”

He winced as he said, “The entire team.” He could feel her mortification through the phone. They had agreed to just let it happen, but they had both been expecting to actually be in the same state when it did. “Oh. Okay. So, hi, guys, we have a lot to talk about…”

#Garvez #Garvez fanfiction #luke alvez #penelope garcia #Criminal Minds

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okimargarvez · 1 year

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MERRY GRINCHMAS

Original title: Merry Grinchmas.

Prompt: Penelope discovers her boyfriend is the Grinch.

Warning: none.

Genre: funny, romantic.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot, part 97 of 365 pills of Garvez canon life.

Legend: 💑. Song mentioned: none.

GARVEZ STORIES

MERRY GRINCHMAS

Penelope and Luke are in a mall. On the way they almost got into an accident due to a heated argument. He made the mistake of criticizing the Christmas lights they saw by the way, as well as all the theme songs played on the radio. She wanted to believe it was just a moment, but she soon had to change her mind, when the man didn't hesitate to criticize the line of children queuing to sit on Santa's lap. Now they are exactly in front of a Christmas tree much taller than her, but also than him. This is actually why they came here, when Penelope discovered that in their house there wasn't even a fir tree by the bedside table, an unforgivable thing for her, known for being the right person to ask about Christmas or other festive decorations. -How can you not like these things?- she asks him, admiring a bulletin board with really cute mini trees and so accurate in detail.

Luke mentally counts to twenty before opening his mouth and answering her, but that doesn't lessen the acidity of his tone. -They're just commercial tricks.- not even for her can he make such an effort. -Even Santa Claus is an invention of Coke.- he dismisses the issue with a shrug, declaring his disinterest in continuing this discussion. Neither of them always willing to change their minds.

Penelope almost covers her ears with hands, and she notices that fortunately there are no children around her. -What are you saying!- she barely holds back her scream rising in her throat. -This isn't the first Christmas we spend together, how could you keep your true nature hidden for so long?- she asks him then, scrutinizing him as if she were seeing him for the first time or she couldn't recognize him.

Man also has the solution to this dilemma. -Simple.- he replies, deliberately pausing to make her nervous. -Last year we had a case, do you remember that man who choked people with flashing lights?- he's enjoying making her rethink such an improper use of her beloved decorations. -We were away so long that I didn't have the strength to express my dissent. And you spent Christmas at Morgan's place.- he reminds her, not very happy with this last part.

However, she follows another direction. -You hate Christmas!- she accuses him, and he doesn't deny it. -You're the Grinch!-Luke smiles at the comparison, because, in fact, this is one of his favorite movies and also one of his favorite characters.

But he still wants to clarify. -I don't hate Christmas, I don't like how it has been transformed by consumerism.- he begins to explain. -There is almost nothing left of the true spirit of Christmas.- here comes the Catholic influence. -You know what that means, don't you? It is the memory of the birthday, of the birth of Jesus.- as expected. -Nowadays people only think about how to spend their money as possible to give totally impersonal and often useless gifts...-he just can't mitigate the disgust he feels, he doesn't even make an attempt. Penelope doesn't entirely disagree with what he said.

But she has to defend her position to the hilt. -It's not always like this!- she protests. -I put a lot of effort into choosing the gifts, I also think about it the months before, and I don't buy them all...- he nods, agreeing without problems.

He looks at her intensely. -But you are the exception among the crowd.- he strokes her cheek.

She closes her eyes enjoying his touch, then snaps out of the trance. -And what do you have against Christmas lights?- she moves on to the next point, as they walk precisely in that department of the shop. -Don't you think they're an art form?- she doesn't know where that last sentence came from either.

However Luke takes it seriously. -Well, maybe they could even be, the fact is that I see around a lot of lights on and people off, as Bukowski said.- damn, he improved his score again. Penelope racks her brain in search of the trump card.

Then she hears a not very innovative piece of music playing on the loudspeakers. -And the songs?- she gives herself a high-five. -Aren't those good either?- she challenges him with a look, and he naturally accepts.

-They are all the same, to say the least.- she opens her eyes wide and closes her mouth to reply, but he anticipates her. -And half are created for advertising purposes.- also in this case his arguments are more than reasonable. She's certainly not going to tell him.

She picks up a bauble decorated with a snowman and pretends to concentrate on it as she speaks. -Well, it's absurd that I have to say it, but the world can't go on with love alone!- silence from him. -Is there anything about Christmas that you like?- she asks then, tired, exhausted. -Do you think you can tolerate a tree?- she awaits hopefully.

-Let's say that, compared to all the rest… yes.- he gives her at least that joy, but it doesn't last long. -Even if its origins are uncertain, most likely pagan.- he explains.

-I know, I have a book that talks about all the legends about Christmas!- she gets excited right away.

Luke chuckles. -I should have known that.- and he shakes his head.

-Anyway, the choice of the tree is also important.- she begins, and he knows it's over. -It is a fir tree because, being evergreen, it was considered by the druids a symbol of the rebirth of life. And with the same sense it is inserted within the Christian narrative.- this time she sank him, she thinks. -Because it is added to the tree of Eden, which is both a symbol of humanity's fall into sin, and of its forgiveness.- she winks.

-Wow, you're really a freak of this party, aren't you?- it's not a question.

She replies anyway. -You don't know how much.- she keeps talking serious. -And in any case Santa Claus also has non-consumerist origins, and I'm sure you know it, but you like to be the contrarian and spoil my holidays.- she pushes him affectionately.

He places her hand on her hip. -Just a little.- his fingers moving slowly.

-I was sure of it!- she exclaims. -Well, Luke Alvez, known as the Grinch, I bet that by December 25th I will be able to get you on my side, to convert you.- she says in a confident tone. -I have almost a month of time.- she recalls, to reassure herself even more.

-And what's up for grabs?- he whispers deep into her ear.

She swallows. -Nothing, this time, although I'm sure you'll give in.- she reiterates.

He caresses the skin of her neck with warm breath. -But, if you're so confident…- he continues.

Penelope gives in and tells him. -If I lose, next year I won't do anything related to commercial Christmas in your presence.- she gives him time to imagine the sacrifice.

And he savors it. -What if I lose?- he doesn't seem too concerned about her response.

-You will wear Santa costume that I already bought for you.- she winks.

-Well, it could have been worse.- he says. -But I offer you an alternative. You show me what's beautiful in your vision of Christmas and I do the same with mine.- he suggests. -Deal.-

Note: I have to admit, I'm the Grinch (actually daughter of Grinch, because that's my dad) while my husband is the one obsessed with Christmas, but we also both catholic, so we are a mix of Pen and Luke in this story.

#garvez #criminal minds #cm #penelope garcia #luke x penelope #penelope x luke #garcia x alvez #alvez x garcia #penelope garcia x luke alvez #luke alvez x penelope garcia

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ssa-inge · 1 year

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CRIMINAL MINDS EVOLUTION SPOILERS

My opinion on our beloved characters so far

Jennifer Jareau

I'm really loving it that we get to see more of Jennifer and Will. Of course it's normal that they're having a few relationship problems because of their jobs and I love seeing them both trying to fix it but I'm having a problem with the end of 16x04. Like don't try to save their marriage by making Will sick. Also I love her to death, she's such a badass and I'm loving seeing her at her house.

Emily Prentiss

Good for her for getting that promotion but hello? Give us more insight on her life, is she single? Is she still with Andrew? (my guess not) one thing is for sure, she's such a boss lady and I'm loving her outfits so fara

Tara Lewis

Holy hell I'm so happy for her and Rebecca, yass girl get it!!! I hope we get to see more of them together :) I also do hope we see her roasting Luke again

Penelope Garcia

My god, maybe the one character that has evolved and grown. Look at her!! She's living her best life and being an absolute queen! But why did she and Luke only went on one date?? Stop teasing us like that and they better get together when they catch the unsub.

Luke Alvez

Honestly Garcia might be the only one who knows what he has been up to cause the CM writers don't for sure. At least give us an update on roxxie for God's sake. GIVE THIS MAN MORE DEVELOPMENT AND STORY.

David Rossi

Am I the only person who is actually pissed off that they killed of Krystall? He had been married three times and now he had finally found happiness with her. Okay yeah they are the age that is more likely to get covid and I get that he's mourning her but good god seeing him in that hotel and being grumpy to everyone just annoyed me.

General opinion

I'm sorry but hearing them all swear is funny as fuck to me :')

Also seeing them deliver a profile at the bureau was so nice, it's bringing back old vibes

I wish the episode were an hour long

Zach Gilford is doing a great job playing the unsub and I love that his wife is playing his wife on the show! I also love seeing that the unsub has like a normal life and we get to see it.

Am still pissed off he killed moose the dog :((

#criminal minds #cm #cm reboot #criminal minds evolution #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #luke alvez #david rossi #tara lewis #penelope garcia #I love jemily to death but queer Tara is a win #16x04 #16x03 #16x02 #16x01

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What is Tea but Love in A Cup? Hope.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Excuses, he told himself.

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

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

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

The stroke of Luke’s fingers stop.

Penelope’s eyes pop open at the admission.

SHIT.

Shit.

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

Fuck.

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

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

But she just said it.

TO HIM

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Alexander Pope

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

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

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