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The way I’ve been trying to find a SPECIFIC fic for a week now. And when I finally find the name- it’s doesn’t exist anymore. Its GONE
#I’m truly heartbroken#I’ve tried to find it for so long#it’s gone#I even have the authors user#they don’t exist anymore#hopelesslover789 if you see this please I beg#i beg i plead#i’m on my knees#I need the fic uploaded again I’m going crazy
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Hold You To That
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Prompt - ‘A person could hold a longing in them all their life, but every now and again it broke the surface and breathed.’
Sometimes it was easier to distance yourself from a situation, when you could see it playing out in front of you, could see that you were only setting yourself up for heartbreak, setting yourself up to fail, it was easier to take a step back and reevaluate the situation.
It was the smart thing to do, taking yourself away from the situation would save you a world of pain, of hurt, of wasting your nights away thinking about the what if’s. And you were smart, you usually put yourself first and could deal with things not going your way.
But when it came to him…god you felt like you were the dumbest person alive. You’d tried at the beginning, you really had tried to step back, to put some distance between the growing friendship when you realised your eyes gazed at his smile for too long, when you realised you were doing anything to hear his laugh, you really had taken a step back and thought of the pros and cons.
There hadn’t been too many cons but there was one major one that stopped you telling him how you felt.
Penelope Garcia also liked him.
You could see it a mile away, could see it in the way she insulted him and complained about him behind his back. You could see it in the stolen glances both of them risked and the smiles that pulled at their faces when the other looked away.
You knew letting your feelings develop would only hurt you but by the time you had realised they were there it was too late.
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Sum of y’all gotta stop lookin like them damn bots 😭 It’s getting hard to tell the difference there’s SO MANY BOTS
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Hi hi bestie! I’m so excited to be able to catch a theme night!
How about prompt 16 “I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing,” + Mutual pining?
Reader and Luke have a lot of sexual tension and everyone sees it (not like they try to hide it anyway). Maybe the team has a little betting situation going on?
I can’t wait to see what you come up with!
YAY OH MY GOD WELCOME!!! I haven't written for Luke in a while, I'm so excited :D
"You guys need to share a room when we touch down- you're insufferable." Emily mutters, breaking the heated staring contest between Luke and I as a shiver runs down my spine watching a bashful smile spread across Luke's lips at Emily's innuendo.
"I am not insufferable, he is." I huff, leaning back into the cushions of the couch, deciding to look out the window of the small plane as Luke chuckles, reaching out to shove me playfully.
"I'm playing chess with Spence here- right?" Luke looks to Spencer with wide, pleading eyes but Spencer just smirks and gives me a simple look and a shrug.
"I'm playing chest, you're giving them bedroom eyes." My jaw drops as a shameless giggle escapes me, looking to a very guilty Luke who rubs at the back of his neck, allowing Spencer to take his king in one fail swoop.
"I'm surprised Spencer knows what bedroom eyes are." Hotch chuckles from the other side of the plane and my stomach drops at the fact that he's listening in on our 'work related' conversation.
"You all suck."
"I think you're the only one sucking." All heads whip to look at Emily, silence sweeping across the plane cabin like a plague as she giggles to herself, covering her grin with her hand. Luke looks to me and shrugs, almost backing up Emily's vulgar statement and if I listen hard, I can hear Hotch chuckling to himself.
"Emily!" She holds her hands up in surrender and I wince, burying my face in my hands. "This is hell- Pilot, right now would be a really good opportunity to plunge us into the ground!"
"I don't know why you guys don't just kiss." Penelope's sudden voice makes me scoff, knowing that it was probably Emily who summoned her into this conversation, especially since we all know that Penelope is personally driven to drive Luke and I together in whatever way she can.
She keeps telling me how much she wants to be my maid of honor and the godmother of our children.
"I keep trying, they're a tough cookie!" Luke scoffs, pointing a finger in my direction and my brows pull together, knowing that all of the times I've tried to initiate a drink after work or a stolen kiss in the elevator, he's turned me down, claiming he's just being chivalrous.
"Oh come on, you're all bark no bite, Alvez." I fold my arms over my chest as the rest of the plain 'ooo's, looking back and forth between Luke and I as we resume our heated stare, smirks on both of our faces.
"I don't bite, unless your into that sorta thing, sweetcheeks." I roll my eyes at his comment but I can't ignore the butterflies fluttering around in my tummy at his insinuation and, though it's crude, his words entice me more.
"Oh my lord." Hotch mutters, slapping our case files down on the table in front of me as Spencer snickers.
"I love these little talks we have." Luke reaches across the table to whack Spencer upside the head as he giggles mercilessly and Emily takes out her wallet, tossing a twenty dollar bill onto the files in front of me.
"I'd give it two more days before she finally jumps his bones." Emily sends Luke a wink which he returns right back to her and he looks to me with soft eyes and a soft smile that makes my head spin. But the softness doesn't last long because Penelope pipes up against through the screen.
"I say eight hours, put $20 down for me on the table, Prentiss!"
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y’all don’t understand how much i’m starving for tara lewis x reader and luke alvez x reader fanfiction
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My dad and I once had a disagreement over him using the adage "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
I said, "That's just not true. Sometimes what doesn't kill you leaves you brittle and injured or traumatized."
He stopped and thought about that for a while. He came back later, and said, "It's like wood glue."
He pointed to my bookshelf, which he helped me salvage a while ago. He said, "Do you remember how I explained that, once we used the wood glue on them, the shelves would actually be stronger than they were before they broke?"
I did.
"But before we used the wood glue, those shelves were broken. They couldn't hold up shit. If you had put books on them, they would have collapsed. And that wood glue had to set awhile. If we put anything on them too early, they would have collapsed just the same as if we'd never fixed them at all. You've got to give these things time to set."
It sounded like a pretty good metaphor to me, but one thing I did pick up on was that whatever broke those shelves, that's not the thing that made them stronger. That just broke them. It was being fixed that made them stronger. It was the glue.
So my dad and I agreed, what doesn't kill you doesn't actually make you stronger, but healing does. And if you feel like healing hasn't made you stronger than you were before, you're probably not done healing. You've got to give these things time to set.
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Comment a prompt number!
List of fluff prompts
1. “I gave you one hundred and one reasons to walk away, yet you never did. Why?” “Because I love you. It’s really that simple.”
2. “Remember when we first met here?” “Yeah, of course. That was the day when you spilled coffee on me and apologised profusely but all I could think about was how gorgeous you are and how great it would have been to get your number.”
3. “It’s always been you, and it will always be you. Please never forget that.”
4. “You make me feel all soft and mushy inside.” “That is a good thing, right?” “Of course! You melt me, love.”
5. “You’re an idiot.” “Well, at least I’m your idiot, right?”
6. “You’re the reason why I believe in love, you know?”
7. “Stop back-hugging me while I’m trying to cook! You’re distracting me,” Character A whines, cheeks becoming a delicate shade of rosy pink as Character B nuzzles their neck and mumbles sleepily into their neck, arms only serving to tighten around their waist at their flustered protests.
8. “C’mere and rest next to me. You’ve worked hard enough today.”
9. “You feeling any better?” Character A asks, stroking their fingers through Character B’s hair. “So much better now that you’re here. I love you,” Character B mumbles, snuggling close to them.
10. “You always manage to make me feel like I’m worth it.” “That’s because you are worth it. You’ll always be worth it in my eyes.”
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Luke Alvez headcannons | part 1/?
Living with Luke, Roxy, and a new feline companion.
- would hate the thought of a cat being in the house. Even though he’d agree with you having a pet to call your own.
- Quote “The saying is a man’s best friend, no one ever said anything about a cat”.
- Would eventually give in after seeing you fawn over the shelter kittens.
- Makes his distaste known.
- He’d full on resent the cat for a week or so. Mean mugging them at every chance.
- Secretly jealous the cat started getting more of your attention than him.
- After a bit of warming up, it’d seem like it was his idea to get the cat in the first place.
- You’d always catch him cuddling them while watching tv, given that Roxy was to big to properly hold.
- Would never admit that he likes the cat.
- Even Roxy adores the cat, acting as a nanny for them.
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#criminal minds#luke alvez#luke Alvez headcannons#he would never admit the love for that cat#criminal minds headcanons#taking requests
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Finally getting back my motivation to write. Request for prompts are much appreciated.
Also, final season of criminal minds is airing soon ! Not sure if this hyper fixation will ever end.
#criminal minds#aaron hotch hotchner#luke alvez#matt simmons#spencer reid#emily prentiss#jennifer jareau#tara lewis#penelope garcia#david rossi#derek morgan#kate callahan#elle greenaway#request#jason gideon#alex blake
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The urge to write an hotch x reader inspired by glimpse of us but it’s all hurt no comfort
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I wanna be yours
Elle greenaway x bass player!reader
Requested? Yes/no
Word count: 989
Warnings: brief mention of drinking
The case had been closed up just a few hours ago, and normally the team would already be on the jet back. Although this time the team had a guest on said trip. Due to recent power outages in sunny Orlando, Florida Hotch made the decision to bring Garcia along. He figured having her on site would be easier than risking a random hang-up during a call. What he didn’t account for in this otherwise flawless plan was that she’d want to stay a day or longer. At first, everyone protested, wanting to get home to their beds and sleep until their body forced them awake. Despite Elle wanting to do the same, she had a better idea in mind. You see, Elle’s high school sweetheart y/n had a small concert in Orlando that was coming up this weekend. And to say Elle thought about them every day was an understatement. They didn’t end on bad terms, but they simply had different dreams. Elle wanted to conquer the evil in the world while y/n wanted to shield themselves from it with their bass guitar and a dream. After graduation they decided to go their separate ways, afraid that one would hold the other back from achieving their goals.
To Elle, Y/N was the one who got away. This show was the perfect opportunity to light the flames of two candles that never really melted.
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The venue was rather small, given as the band was still somewhat underground. There was enough room to make your way to the front, but once you were up there it was shoulder-to-shoulder. The team had their cups full, and although Elle stayed sober, she wanted to be in the right headspace for this.
READERS POV.
Excited would be an understatement, It wasn’t the first time you performed in front of this many people, but you always got the first day jitter before every concert. Continuously peaking out from the side of the stage. Although on what was your 3rd time looking out into the sea of people, it felt like a ghost appeared in front of your face. And in a way there was. The ghost of a lost lover. Giddiness turned into nervousness. Yet, a sense of relief clung to you like a toddler. Maybe it was the fact she took time out of her week to show up, Or her presence washing over you like the calm before the storm. The mixed emotions tied to you were cut with scissors when the venue owner called your band's name. Everyone making their way to the stage. Slinging your bass guitar around your body as you made your way to the second mic.
The announcer introduced you all, the rest of the band waving and smiling at the crowd, but your attention was strictly on Elle. Then the realization of your opening song crept in. ‘I Wanna be yours’ by Arctic Monkeys. Damn, the universe did have tonight planned out.
Your fingers practically moved on their own, eyes drifting to the guitar resting on your hips and then back to the woman in red that admired you. As if you two were the only ones there. Star halos align every time your eyes meet.
Secrets I have held in my heart
Are harder to hide than I thought
Your body held you back from jumping off the stage and into Elle. Normally when performing an opening act it’s just a filler as the crew preps the colored lights or a background; but this time, there was a meaning behind the song. At least to you, there was.
Maybe I just wanna be yours
I wanna be yours
The world around you felt like it was moving in slow motion.
I wanna be yours
A dream evolving into reality. As each song was sung, you felt yourself growing more and more ecstatic about the end of the show. Which was abnormal. Normally endings brought a solemn feeling along with them.
I wanna be yours
Although this time it only seemed to escort you to the beginning, the outcome depended on your decisions. Begging yourself not the pick the wrong choices.
I wanna be yours
The concert came you an end, your legs felt like jelly from standing so long. People made their way to the exit, some still loitering. You could hear people praising (band name) as you walked off stage. Small supportive comments that made everything worth it at the end of the day. But achieving fame was only your second goal, the first- Elle.
She had you at the top of her list as well.
The lounge room backstage was small but cozy. Open beer bottles scattered across the coffee table. Yet yours sat there practically untouched. Lost in your thought until a booming voice broke you out of it. “Oh, so you like like them!” Said a man in a childlike manner. “Morgan, I didn’t buy these passes for you to be telling everyone my business,” a familiar voice remarked. “Alright, I’ll back off. You got get 'em tiger” Morgan chuckled once more before throwing his hands up in surrender.
Elle cautiously made her way to you, she could have sworn that getting too close would make you disappear into the void of her unconscious mind; proceeding to wake up in her hotel room. Though that didn’t happen.
“Hi”
How could two letters make you blush so easily?
“Hi, it’s so nice to see you again. I missed you.”
And just like that, she was in your arms once more. A warm nostalgic feeling consumes you. An embrace that could heal century-old wounds. Doubt washing away like the sand underneath your feet when a wave comes crashing into the shore.
The same words that you had repeatedly sung earlier were the only thing that your mouth could allow you to say.
“I wanna be yours”
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Y’all give me some writing ideas, preferably x reader
Please and thank you
#emily prentiss#aaron hotch hotchner#spencer reid#luke alvez#penelope garcia#david rossi#matt simmons#tara lewis#elle greenaway#criminal minds#jennifer jareau
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Not the ideal first date
Luke Alvez x reader
Requested? Yes/no
Word count: 914
Warnings: light mentions of a knife, rest is fluff ;D
Matt Simmons try’s to play Cupid by tricking you and Luke into babysitting his kids together. Call it a win-win situation
You could hear the commotion coming from the other side of the door. Matt scurrying to get his things and Kristy yelling for the kids to behave before she appeared in the doorway. She wore a navy dress that complimented her ginger hair. It was a miracle that she got this far without a stain.
“Y/n, hey! - she said with a gracious smile - I can’t thank you enough for watching the kids. Matt and I have been pushing date night back for the longest time.” The women said looking over her shoulder, Matt now only a few feet behind her.
You could hear him mumble something, but his words were just out of earshot. Whatever he had said made the children erupt in giggles. The tall man swiftly got up from his crouched position, not before he ruffled David’s hair. The small boy quickly patted it back down.
The couple thanked you once more before heading out the door.
“Alright! Last time I promised you four we would paint, so guess what I brought!”. You pulled four 5x7 canvases out of your bag, which also had paint and brushes messily thrown in the mix. Their eyes lit up with joy, the two youngest, Lily and Chloe, clapping in victory. You sat them around the dining room table, paper tablecloth coving in case anyone spilled anything. You’d have to intervene a few times when one would attempt to consume the non-toxic liquid.
Around 20 minutes had passed when there was a knock on the door. It caught everyone’s attention. It had only been 8:00 o’clock, Matt and Kristy weren’t meant to be home until 9:30. Being in the fbi had given you many useful skills, but it also made you extremely cautious in certain situations. Especially when children were present. You shushed the 4 wide-eyed youngsters. Careful not to make any loud noises as you snuck into the kitchen, grabbing a steak knife from one of the drawers. There was another knock, but it was more of a banging this time. Your heart raced as you made your way to the door, knuckles turning white from the grip on the knife handle. You’d be damned if they thought they could get in this house without a fight.
The knife had been brought up to the man’s, now shocked, face as you opened the door. Your brain scrambling to process who was infront of you.
“Luke?!”
The name rang throughout the house. Causing the children to come running with Jake in the lead. He laughed as he watched your face turn from frightened, to surprised, and then confusion. The makeshift weapon was now lowered at your side, kids shuffling past you to hug the brown eyed man. Urging him to come to the dining room to show off the paintings. Your heart rate soon returned to normal, and the fight response died down.
“Did I scare you?” He chuckled. “Yeah, I thought I was the one watching these balls of energy. I assumed you were an intruder! What was I meant to do?! Let you in unarmed??” It was a rhetorical question. But for some reason your statement puzzled him. “Wait I thought I was the one babysitting… - his lips grew into a smirk when it hit him - Matt set us up.”
It was no secret Simmons shipped you two- hell the whole team did! Alvez’s flirty remarks and gestures would help either. It was a running joke that you two bickered like an old married couple. But no one actually expected someone to do something to push it. This was Matt’s attempt at playing Cupid; and so far his attempt almost got Luke killed and you charged with murder.
The rest of the job went smoothly. The little ones were successfully put to bed near the end of the night. Leaving you and Luke crashing down onto the couch with a sigh. “Tonight went well, besides you know- the whole knife to my throat thing”. You giggled, “yeah sorry about that. Maybe make your presence known next time.” You said looking over to him. Noticing features you usually paid no mind to. Like how his eyes would crinkle when he smiled, indicating that it was real. How soft his lips appeared to be.
“Like what you see?” He remarked in his usual flirtatious tone. A red pigment tainted your cheeks. It was painfully obvious that you had some sort of attraction to him. He would take note of that too. God you hate profilers, even though you were one.
“Oh give me a break Alvez”
The Hispanic continued to watch your movements and expressions until Kristy and Matt arrived. Trying to decide if he should ask you out or not. Thankfully confidence overtook doubt.
“Y/n wait up, I gotta question.” The man jogged over to you, resting his hand on the door of your car. “I was wondering if you’d let me take you out sometime? And I know it’s probably weird to ask you in our friends driveway but-” his body cut him off when you cupped his cheeks with both of your hands. Instantly melting into your touch. “Yes, Luke Alvez. I’d love that.” A smile washed over the two of you. Luke letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding onto.
“Really?! Uh- cool. - he was giddy with anticipation - because this, this was not the ideal first date”
“I agree, but I’m still glad it happened”
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