#cm imagine | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

imaginesfordifferentfandoms · 1 year

Text

Hold You To That

Click here for my masterlist.

Click here to add yourself to my taglist.

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.

Luke and you had been fast friends, it hadn’t taken more than a conversation or two for you to feel comfortable around him; to start smiling naturally around him. The two of you worked well together, easily able to read each other without a word and moving together silently to catch whatever unsub you were dealing with. It hadn’t taken long for Hotch to notice and the two of you were paired together more often than not nowadays.

The close bond you’d developed at work bled into your personal lives and it wasn’t long before you were spending as much time at the other's house as you were your own. Luke had a draw of your things in his place, clothing and toiletries swapped from your to go bag into his draw and bathroom, his hoodies had found their way into your closest as his own spare sets of clothes lay in their own draw and a collection of Roxy’s toys and spare bowls occupied a corner of your living room like they’d always been there.

By the time you realised you liked Luke it was too late, you and Luke’s lives were so connected, the daily routines you had made around each other were too developed. You tried putting some distance between the two of you, tried keeping it professional and only seeing him at work but Luke hadn’t let that last for more than a few days before he called you out on why you were avoiding him. Obviously you hadn’t been able to tell him the real reason and that had left you standing in front of him like an idiot as your mouth opened and closed before you were saved by Hotch calling you all into brief on the newest case.

Distance hadn’t worked, so instead you tried just shoving your feelings down. Naturally that also didn’t work but there wasn’t much else you could do. It was hard to hide how you felt, watching as Penelope and Luke went back and forth with each other and having to hide how much it hurt you was difficult at the best of times but when you were surrounded by some of the best profilers in the country…well it was nearly impossible. Thankfully though most of the team hadn’t noticed, you were pretty sure Rossi knew from the sympathetic looks he shot you but he had never called you out on it so you didn’t mind you hadn’t completely been able to hide it.

It had been years since Luke had joined the team and not much had changed, Luke and Penelope had only gotten more comfortable around each other, you had continued to fall harder and harder for Luke as each day passed and kept on shoving it so far down until it hurt.

“Y’know,” Rossi said from your side, causing you to startle as you hadn’t heard him. You had been too busy watching Luke lean against the counter, giving Penelope a soft smile as she had her back turned to him, their words not loud enough for you to hear from your desk. “Sometimes we put other people’s happiness above our own too much.”

You turned away from the break area and looked at Rossi who was leaning against your desk, looking at you with a soft look of concern.

“Rossi,” you began with a sigh, “I’m not about to ruin my friendship with Penelope just to get rejected.”

“Who said anything about rejection?” Rossi shot back, his lips twitching upwards as you rolled your eyes and gestured discreetly over to the pair.

“Seriously, Rossi? Aren’t you meant to be one of the best profilers? They like each other, I’ve known that for years now so any hurt I’m feeling is on me.” You told him, trying to keep your voice firm but it shook a little, betraying you, not that you could hide much from Rossi.

“Y/N,” Rossi sighed, bringing his hand up to rest on yours but you shook your head and pulled away from him as you stood from your seat.

“Please just drop it, Rossi.” You pleaded softly and Rossi just nodded at you sadly, watching as you walked away.

Luke’s attention was pulled away from Penelope and over to you, his smile softening as he watched you and Rossi talking amongst yourselves. It only took a moment before his eyebrows knitted together as he watched you swallow hard, your jaw tensing as you listened to whatever Rossi was saying. It was when you stood up that he took a step forward without meaning to, noticing how shaky your hands were even as you clenched them in a fist to hide it.

He watched as you left the room and missed the way Rossi’s eyes followed him as he left after you.

“Hey,” he called and watched as you tensed before seemingly forcing yourself to relax as you stopped and waited for him to catch up to you with a few quick strides. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” you told him as you looked past his shoulder rather than at him. “Rossi and I were just, it doesn’t matter, everything’s fine.”

“Y/N,” he murmured softly and watched as your jaw tightened slightly, “c’mon talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you told him, keeping your voice as even as you could before taking a steadying breath. “Listen, if there was something to talk about I’d tell you, ok?” You lied and watched as Luke looked over you once more before nodding.

“Alright,” he said with a smile and you felt yourself relax, sure maybe you and Luke would never be a thing and you would spend so much time longing over what could have been but Luke was still here, he was still smiling at you, he was still your friend and that was enough.

It had to be.

“You wanna get some lunch?” He asked you, keeping his tone light and smile in place. “My hands cramping from all this paperwork.”

You laughed and suddenly Luke felt his smile become more real, of course he was still worried over whatever you and Rossi had been talking about but if you wouldn’t talk to him then the least he could do was take your mind off it.

“Sure, I could use a break.” You answered and mirrored his expression back to him even if it did carry a hint of sadness in it, you would savour any moment you had with Luke, dating or not.

“Good, my treat.” He insisted and when you went to open your mouth he shushed you before he broke out into a grin and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him as he led you to the elevator.

And so it passed like that for a long time, you forcing yourself to be content just being Luke’s friend, watching as him and Penelope settled into whatever kind of relationship they had going and your feelings for Luke just never letting up, never giving you a break.

You thought it might have been easier when Penelope left, much as you hated the thought because you loved Penelope, she was one of your best and closest friends, but not having to watch her and Luke every day at work made it easier to ignore your feelings, ignore the hurt you hated feeling when you saw them together.

It had been easier for a while until covid hit and the team was pulled apart, you and Luke were pulled apart. Where Luke, JJ and Rossi got to stay with the BAU, Spencer and Matt had been sent on secret missions that only Emily, with her promotion, and the other FBI higher ups were allowed to know about, Tara had been sent well honestly you were even sure where she was now but you hadn’t seen here in too long and then there was you.

You had been requested back with the FBI’s Undercover and Sensitive Operation Unit, a job you had worked for years prior to transferring to the BAU. You hadn’t minded at first, honestly you hardly protested at all, Emily promised it was a three month assignment and then everyone would be back together and as much as the thought of not seeing Luke for three months ached another part of you needed it.

But now it had been three years, the undercover mission you had originally been assigned to long since complete, along with four others and here you were in California deep undercover as you worked a drug case. You and Luke hadn’t seen each other for more than a few minutes in nearly two years and now here you were on opposite ends of the country, not even able to call each other for fear of blowing the operation.

Thankfully you were nearing the end of this operation, waiting on one last bit of evidence that would find all the big names in jail before the week was over. It only took two more days before you were in a hotel room, dreading the call where you’d have to decline another operation because…honestly you were drained. You missed your team, you’d done three years of back to back undercover work and you just wanted to go home.

You missed your friends, missed your own bed, your own identity. You missed Luke. God, you missed him so bad. You didn’t know what was happening with him anymore, three years ago the two of you couldn’t have imagined going a day without seeing each other yet alone nearly two years.

You used to love your position with the undercover unit but after spending so much time with the BAU you knew that was where you were meant to be. Just as you sat on the bed and picked your phone up to call Emily and plead with her to get you back it lit up with a call from Luke.

You felt some of the tension leave you just seeing his name before your eyes went wide and you quickly answered it. Luke never called, he knew it was dangerous to call you and you hadn’t let him know your operation was over.

Something was wrong.

“Hey, can you talk?” He asked, a smile on his face as the video call connected but he kept his voice hushed.

“Luke,” You breathed out, cursing yourself as you felt your eyes sting at hearing him for the first time in months, you took a shaky breath before nodding. “I finished my op today, I was just about to call Emily and then you.”

“Oh thank God!” Luke breathed a sigh of relief as his smile broke out into a grin, “I’ve missed you, Y/N/N.”

“I miss you too.” You choked out, feeling the tears you’d tried to blink away well up and you shook your head as you let out a shaky laugh. “I miss you so much.”

You didn’t care if Luke pieced it together, didn’t care that right now you were just too tired to push down your feelings, didn’t care that they had been dragged up to the surface so abruptly and it was too much. You didn’t know if Luke and Penelope were together, you knew they had gone on a date before everything had been ripped apart so you hadn’t exactly been able to keep up to date with how it had gone but right now you didn’t care.

You just wanted Luke.

“Hey, hey, you’re alright.” Luke murmured softly, his own eyes tearing up as he swallowed around the lump in his throat.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffed as you wiped at your eyes, “I’m sorry, I’m just so tired, Luke. I just want to come home, I miss everyone so much, I miss you. I’m gonna call Emily and see if she can arrange for me to come back because I can’t do another six months away.”

“Well then I’m glad I called,” Luke smiled and your eyebrows knitted together as you looked at him but before you could say anything Luke spoke, “we’ve got a situation down here and we need you back.”

You let out a laugh that sounded more like a sob causing Luke to grin at you through the phone and you grinned back even as more tears slid down your cheeks.

“Thank you.” You managed to choke out and Luke’s smile widened even more.

Luke had briefed you on what they had so far which, admittedly, wasn’t much. He gave you the rundown and had one of the new tech analysts send you over whatever else they had so once you boarded the plane you filled the five hour flight with getting up to speed with the case.

By the time you landed it was already midday so you got an uber to your apartment, took a quick shower and only spared half of a longing glance towards your bed before changing into some work clothes and heading over to join everyone else.

You felt a wave of relief hit you once you were in the elevator and nearly cried with happiness as the door opened and you could see your desk. You walked in and saw through the window that everyone had gathered in the round table room so made your way up the stairs and stood in the doorway.

It only took a moment for Emily to glance over at you before her face lit up and she made her way over to you, her arms already open and you easily went into them wrapping your arms around her and forcing yourself not to cry.

“Oh it is so good to see you.” She said and you could only nod into her shoulder and grip her a little bit tighter. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t get you back sooner.”

You nodded again into her shoulder and pulled away from her, giving her a shaky smile. You opened your mouth to tell her it was ok but you were stopped when you saw movement behind her, glancing over her shoulder to see Luke standing up and staring at you with wide, also watery, eyes.

“Y/N.” Luke said softly, so softly you almost didn’t hear him, especially over the sound of your heart pounding in your chest.

Emily looked between the two of you as she stepped aside but you hardly noticed her any more as you took two steps forward, Luke moved forward to and pulled you into his arms, you practically melted into them, unable to stop the tears as you buried your head in Luke’s chest and he gripped the back of your jacket tightly in his fists.

“I missed you so much.” He whispered into your hair and you nodded against him, letting out a shaky breath before you were able to speak.

“I missed you too, every day, every single day.” You told him, the words muffled against his shirt but he heard them clearly and you squeezed your eyes shut tightly when you felt him press a gentle, lingering kiss to the top of your head.

The two of you didn’t move, content to stay in each other’s arms after going so long without seeing each other, needing to feel the other against you, hear them breathing and feel them in your arms to reassure yourself that they were here. You probably would have stayed like that all day if you were interrupted.

“Alright, alright we get it, you two missed each other.” Rossi said, causing you to jump slightly and feel more than hear Luke’s chuckle. “But other people missed you too, kid.”

You grinned into Luke’s chest even as your cheeks were stained with tears before pulling away, looking up at him and feeling your cheeks heat up to see him smiling so softly at you. You finally glanced away and looked over to Rossi who winked at you causing you to laugh softly before you let him pull you into a tight hug.

“I missed you too, Rossi.” You murmured, brushing one hand up and down his back as you lowered your voice slightly, knowing that everyone else in the room could still hear but it didn’t matter. “And I’m really sorry I couldn’t be here for you-”

“Hey now, none of that.” Rossi interrupted and pulled you away from him before placing his hands on your cheeks and gently brushing the tears away causing you to smile sadly at him. “I’m okay and you’re back now, nothing else matters.”

Your heart ached as you looked at Rossi, losing Krystall had taken its toll on him but he was right you were back and he was ok, things would be ok. Rossi patted your cheeks gently before he pulled you close and placed a kiss on your forehead causing your smile to brighten.

“It’s really good to have you back, kid.”

And you were back, immediately thrown into work with no more catching up with anyone. It was impossible to crack anything without Penelope and your heart ached something fierce when Luke offered to go and try to get her back. You’d forgotten how much this bit hurt, for three years you hadn’t had time to dwell on it, too wrapped up in your undercover work to even think about your actual life but now it was like you never left.

You shook your head and focused back on the case at hand, working away until Luke walked back into the room and handed a hot mug which you took gratefully.

“How’d it go with Penelope?” You asked and watched as he shook his head with a frown.

“I get it, you know?” He said and your eyebrows knitted together as you waited for him to carry on. “This job takes its toll on all of us but her, it took everything she had and she never complained. I hate that we’re trying to drag her back into this.”

“If there was another option you’d take it, even if it took longer to crack the case, you’d take it to protect Penelope. This isn’t on you, Luke, whatever happens in this case, if Penelope comes back and it’s too much, that’s not on you.” You assumed they were together, they had to be, it had been years since their first date and there was no denying their chemistry, so you’d sit back like you always had and not get it in the way of that, no matter how much you selfishly wanted to after being away for so long.

“God, I’ve missed having you around.” Luke breathed out and you smiled over at him. “When this case is over I’m taking you out for dinner, it’s my turn to buy.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” You laughed and shifted closer to him, close enough that your arms brushed against each other and you hesitated for a moment before letting yourself have one selfish moment, Luke wouldn’t think too much of it, you’d been gone for so long it made sense you’d be a bit more clingy.

You let your head rest against his shoulder and felt Luke relax into the touch as he gently rested his head on top of yours, tilting slightly so he could press a kiss into your hair as he did. Neither of you spoke, both of you were content where you were.

That brief moment of peace was all you were able to steal before you were separated again, Luke working with JJ on finding a connection as you stayed with Penelope, who had thankfully come back because you seriously didn’t know how you were going to finish this case without her.

You desperately wanted to ask Penelope about her and Luke, wanted to know as badly as you didn’t want to know but you couldn’t ask her yet. Now wasn’t the time, right now you had to focus on the case.

“I’m telling you I hate this guy, hate him! I mean first he brings me back to this job and I love you people, Y/N, you know I love you with my whole heart but I was out! And then he refuses to work with me, like I’m the problem, me! And now, now Rossi and Emily are teaming up and making me work with him.” Penelope ranted as the two of you walked to the ballpen, a smile on your face as you listened to her.

God, you really had missed being back.

“Good luck.” You grinned as you made your way over to your desk, Luke already leaning against it, as Penelope turned to glare at you before disappearing into the room with Tyler Green.

“Think Rossi will be able to get anywhere with him?” You heard JJ ask as you joined them, leaning against the desk next to Luke who was looking towards the briefing room with a fond grin.

“I think the real question is, will he survive Garcia? It looks like Tyler Green is Garcia's Most Hated." Luke said, amusement clear in his tone and you smiled even as you felt a pang of hurt at the affection in his voice.

“Sounds like you miss it, buddy.” Tara said with a grin and Luke chuckled warmly as he turned back to you all.

“No. He can have that title.” Luke said, the fondness in his expression staying even as you got to work on the case, pointedly ignoring every time you and Luke brushed against each other.

The case seemed to lead to more dead ends than anything else, victims and witnesses refusing to help and share their story, share who their attacker was, it was driving you crazy.

“Here,” Luke said, handing you a warm to go cup and a sandwich from the coffee shop down the road. “You look like you can use a break.”

“God you’re the best, Luke Alvez.” You grinned as you took the items from him and both sat at your desk. “I feel like I can’t complain though, I mean this case is rough but I’ve missed being here.”

“We never did get a chance to talk about your undercover ops.” Luke prompted after swallowing a bite of his own sandwich. “I know you can’t say much but are you ok? I mean from what little you told me and what I was able to piece together from Emily, it seems like it was just back to back assignments with no chance to breathe.”

“I don’t know, I mean, it’s the unit I worked with before the BAU so I already knew how hard it was but…I don’t know, Luke. I mean I’m tired, I’m exhausted but I also haven’t had a moment to think about adjusting back from that to this. It’ll hit me at some point, it always does, but I guess we’ve been so busy here it just hasn’t yet.” You told him, wishing you could go into detail but even if you were allowed to you wouldn’t share it with anyone, especially Luke, he didn’t need to know the horrors you’d seen out there.

Luke reached over and cupped his hand on your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting it rest there as he spoke.

“You call me, the second it hits you, you call me and I’ll be there.” Luke promised and gave you a stern look that caused you to smile before you nodded.

“I promise.” You swore and Luke nodded once seriously before a smile broke out on his face and he switched the conversation to a lighter topic and if your gaze stayed locked on his smile for longer than necessary, well you were allowed to be a little bit selfish sometimes.

“Give me a minute,” you interrupted Luke as you watched Penelope leave the briefing room looking shaken. Luke turned to follow your gaze and frowned in concern but watched the two of you leave together and he knew Penelope was in good hands.

“Hey, what happened?” You asked softly as the two of you entered Penelope’s office.

“I don’t want to talk about it but that guy, Tyler Green, is a jerk and he infuriates me.” Penelope fumed and you nodded at her, knowing her well enough to see she’d shut down even more if you carried on questioning her.

“Alright, so we won’t talk about it.” You agreed easily and she turned to face you with a grateful look. “We’re still waiting for leads to be verified so I’m free until they call me away.”

“How are you?” Penelope suddenly asked and you frowned at her, did you really look so bad that both Luke and Penelope were concerned? “Sorry, I just meant, this whole Sicarius thing has been constant since we both came back, I missed you like crazy and we’re together again and haven’t spoken about anything but this stupid case.”

“I’m okay,” you told her, unsure why you were lying so easily to her but hadn’t been able to tell Luke the same thing. “Once this case is over we’ll have a girls night but for now, I really just want to focus on this case.”

“You’ll tell me if you need anything, won’t you? Even just a hug.” Penelope asked and you couldn’t help but chuckle warmly at her as you nodded, a surge of love filling you as you looked at your best friend.

This is why you stayed silent all those years, why you let yourself fall in love with Luke Alvez without a word. It was because you loved Penelope Garcia, she was your best friend and if Luke made her happy then you would never get between that.

“What’s going on?” You asked Luke as you slipped back into the bullpen a while later and Luke shifted closer to you as he filled you in on the new lead, telling you that there was something connected to Sicarius in Georgia.

“JJ, Luke, I want the two of you in Georgia by nightfall.” Emily commanded and you couldn’t help but frown slightly, watching as Luke’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he glanced between you and Emily, even JJ looked slightly surprised you and Luke weren’t being paired together.

“Um, yeah sure, on it.” JJ murmured as she tapped Luke’s arm and gestured for him to follow her.

“Be safe.” You told him softly and he took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze before nodding and turning to follow JJ and you could only watch him leave before turning to Emily who spoke before you could.

“I need you in with Tyler Green, Garcia refuses to work with him, see if he knows anything about Benjamin Reeves and get him and Garcia on the case together.” She said, passing a file to you before turning on her heel and walking away.

You sighed before heading into the briefing room and placing the file down.

“You’re new.” Tyler said as he lifted his gaze to you and you nodded at him.

“Agent Y/L/N.” You told him before jumping right into why you were here. “Benjamin Reeves, does that name ring a bell to you?”

“Well hello to you too,” he muttered but you just sat down next to him and pulled the tablet close to you. “Reeves, no, never heard of him. Should I have?”

“Maybe, he’s a possible Sicarius connection we’re looking into, could be nothing, could be something.” You explained, turning to face Tyler. “ Reeves had a thing for biting people, a wannabe cannibal.”

“Now that rings a bell.” Tyler told you and you raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to continue. “Look up the term ‘overbite’, you should get something.”

It took you a few minutes to pull the servers up, you weren’t bad with technology but you were no Penelope Garcia and all of this looked like a different language to you. Eventually you had overbite searched up and results appeared. You and Tyler went through the chats together, him explaining the private chats to you as you searched for something.

“I don’t get it.” You murmured to yourself causing Tyler to raise an eyebrow at you.

“Get what?” He asked when you didn’t say anything else and just continued to stare at the screen.

“A rich kid like him, he has everything, there’s no way Sicarius found a way to convince Reeves to kill himself when things got bad. This Sicarius, much as I hate the bastard, is smart, he’s planned for every version of events, every contingency, so why bring Reeves in?” You questioned, not so much directing them to Tyler but needing to work through it aloud.

“Think about it,” Tyler said and you turned to look at him expectantly. “Sicarius has this whole operation, something like this costs money. Your Reeves guy, he’s the funding, I’d bet Reeves knows all about Sicarius’ operation and he has special privileges.”

“But soon enough Reeves’ will just be a loose end.” You realised, standing up to go and tell Emily they needed to find Benjamin Reeves.

You didn’t have a good feeling about this.

Before you left the room you turned to Tyler, you needed Penelope on this case and Tyler seemed to be proving useful.

“Listen, we need to know everything Reeves and Sicarius are talking about. We need to find out what their plans are. This could be our shot at Sicarius. Now I can’t do it, you don’t know where this private forum is but…” You said watching the man sigh before he interrupted you to finish your sentence.

“Penelope can. Fine, bring her back in.” He told you and you laughed at him before shaking your head.

“I have a serial killer to help catch, you’re gonna have to grovel and get her back yourself.” You grinned at him and watched him put his head in his hands. “Talk to Rossi, he’s good at messing up with women and winning them back.”

“Emily!” You called as you watched her enter the room, jogging down to meet her half way. “Tell me you still have Reeves’ here.”

“No, he was let go.” She told you and you cursed softly causing her to frown. “What is it?”

“We need to get to him. Now.” You told her and you were already moving past her, nearly knocking into the Deputy Director.

Both of them followed you out and into one of the SUV’s as you filled Emily in on your theory that Reeves’ was a lot closer to Sicarius than any of you had originally thought, that Reeves could be the one to lead you to the head of the network.

“Fuck!” You cursed as you all entered the house and saw the Senator dead on the floor, bite marks clear on her face and body and you turned away from her, not able to feel anything but anger at the thought of your best lead slipping away.

The ride back to the office was quiet and you prayed Penelope had managed to find something, no doubt that Tyler would have listened to you and convinced her back to the case. You checked your phone before getting out of the car and forced yourself to breathe when you saw Luke hadn’t texted you back.

As you and Emily walked in Tara was already making her way over to you with a tablet in hand.

“Benjamin Reeves' jet just touched down at the Municipal Airport in Whitfield County, Georgia." She told you both urgently.

“What?” You said, frowning as you snatched the tablet of her and read over it.

“That's where he said the ‘buried treasure’ was.” Emily murmured as she looked over your shoulder and down at the tablet.

“Something's not right.” You said as you pushed the tablet into Emily’s hands and pulled your phone out, already pulling up Luke’s contact.

“What...he should be flying to Brazil. Why would he lead us to more evidence?” Emily asked in confusion as she thought back to their conversation.

“You think it's a trap?” Tara asked her but Emily shook her head.

“No. I think Benjamin Reeves is a patsy and he's too dumb to know it.” She said.

“I’m calling Luke, I’ll let him know him and JJ have company.” You said, phone already against your ear as you spoke.

“Hey Y/N/N, we’ve just got here, how’s everything back there?” He asked and you felt a shiver of fear run through you, something really wasn’t right with this case and it had you on edge. Every part of you wanted to tell Luke to fall back, that it was a dead end and to come home, part of you wanted to scream at Emily for not letting you go with Luke.

“Reeves is coming to you.” You said instead and pushed everything down into the same space you kept your feelings for Luke. “His jet just landed there, be careful Luke.”

“Hey, I’ll be fine.” Luke assured but something in you wasn’t letting you relax.

“Luke,” you breathed into the phone and you heard him tell JJ to wait a second, there was some rustling and you assumed he was taking the phone off speaker and moving a few steps away from JJ.

“Talk to me, what’s wrong?” He asked and you shook your head, seeing Tara and Emily looking over at you and you followed Luke’s lead as you moved into the hallway.

“I don’t know, ok? I just-Luke, I have a really bad feeling about this one.” You told him, not wanting to worry him but you always trusted your instincts, you’d rather Luke be overly aware of his surroundings and nothing happening than have him let his guard down and Reeves get the upper hand.

“Alright, okay, I trust you, Y/N. We take this one seriously, careful every step of the way. I’ve got JJ watching my back.” Luke assured and you took a shaky breath that he picked up on. “Hey, I promise you I am going to be back with you soon.”

“God, I hate Emily for not letting me go with you.” You mumbled into the phone and let Luke’s laugh wash over you.

“Yeah, right now I’m pretty glad she kept you there if you think something bad is going down out here.” He told you and you couldn’t help the fond eye roll that escaped you. “Rather have you worrying back there than risk anything happening to you out here.”

“Just be careful, ok?” You asked softly and you heard his voice soften too when he spoke.

“I promise.” He told you seriously, causing you to nod even though he couldn’t see you. “We’re gonna head out now, satellite found a hidden door, our body cams and radios are gonna be on the whole time, alright?”

“Alright. Just…I’ll see you soon, yeah?” You asked and you could hear the smile in his voice when he replied.

“Yeah Y/N/N, I’ll be home soon.” He said and the two of you let the silence wash over you before you finally pulled the phone away and hung up, heading to the briefing room where everyone else was already set up.

“We’re live.” Penelope said as the screen showed both body cameras and she pointed out which was which.

You moved over to stand at the table, the radio in front of you and you felt like you couldn’t breathe, hardly let yourself blink as you scanned the screens in search for anything.

You really didn’t like this.

The team around you spoke but you paid them no mind, only listening when Luke’s voice came through the radio.

“We’re going in.” He announced as you watched him pull the bunker door open and you stood straighter at his words, dread filling you as they entered.

Luke walked in first and JJ followed after him, giving you perfect sight of both Luke and the bunker. At first it just looked like the other shipping containers that had been found but then you saw something, something the others hadn’t clocked yet.

“Oh my god.” You whispered and startled when a cell phone rang in the container.

“What the hell is that?” You heard JJ ask but your hand pressed the button on the radio before anyone could register what was happening.

“Luke, get the hell out, it’s a bomb!” You yelled into the radio and watched as Luke shouted at JJ to get out.

Then the cameras went out and you could only stare at them in horror.

“Luke, Luke, come in.” You said into the radio but there was no answer. “Luke, please.”

The team around you spoke but you couldn’t hear them, you continued to plead into the radio, begging for Luke to answer you until you were pulled away and only then did you snap back to reality to see Rossi looking at you in concern but before he could say anything Penelope called your attention to the screen.

“Oh! Oh! One of the camera’s is back online.” Your head shot around, tears falling harder down your cheeks when you realised it was JJ…Luke’s was still out. “Where’s Luke? I take back every mean thing I ever said about him. Please let him be ok.” Penelope said before excusing herself to see if she could get communications working from her office.

You didn’t have it in you to be hurt by the blatant reminder that him and Penelope were a thing, you didn’t care, you just needed him to be ok.

You turned to leave the room but Rossi caught you by the arm and gently spun you around to face them, Emily raised an eyebrow at you as Rossi spoke.

“Where are you going?” He asked and you shook your head as you tugged your arm free from his light grip.

“Georgia.” Was all you said before turning to leave again but Emily stopped you this time.

“Y/N, wait-”

“I’m going, Emily!” You snapped as the tears fell harder down your face. “You already stopped me going once, you’re not stopping me again.”

“Douglas,” she said after giving you a hard look, “it’s time.”

The Deputy Director didn’t say anything, just looked from Emily to you before nodding and gesturing for her to go. You didn’t know what they were talking about and honestly you didn’t care, you were going to Georgia.

You pressed the button for the elevator and shot Emily, Tara and Rossi a confused look as they stood with you but before you could ask what they were doing Garcia came up to them just as they stepped into the elevator.

“Where are you- you’re going to Georgia. Driving or…oh,” Penelope managed a smile as she nodded at you all, piecing together something you hadn’t. “Return it filled up and not just with fuel. Bring them home.”

“We will,” Emily said confidently enough that you believed her and you just hoped she was right. “Wheels up.”

Your eyes widened as you turned to look at her, you hadn’t asked but with all the politics and budget cuts it made sense why the jet hadn’t been mentioned. You didn’t think too much about it though, just thankful you had a quicker way of getting to Luke.

The hour-long flight felt like forever. Rossi sat next to you on the plane but other than holding your hand and letting you squeeze it tightly in yours he didn’t try and comfort you. You hadn’t stopped crying, you needed to see Luke with your own eyes, praying to God he was alright.

“Oh, thank God.” Emily said as you arrived on the scene and JJ and Luke made their way over to you.

You had frozen a few steps behind Emily, Tara and Rossi when you saw Luke. He looked fine, a bit beat up but considering what had just happened he looked fine. Your eyes filled with tears again and Luke’s gaze immediately drifted past the other three to land on you, making his way over to you just in time to catch you in his arms as you wrapped him in a tight hug.

Luke hugged you back just as tightly, burying his face in your hair and struggling to hold back his own set of tears as he heard you sob into his chest as your fingers dug into his back with how tightly you held him.

The others watched on as they spoke quietly among themselves about what had happened but Luke shut them out and focused solely on you. He knew he loved you, hell he’d known that for years now, but he never realised just how much until he’d nearly been taken away from you. Before he passed out, not even registering if he was ok or not, his thoughts had been consumed with you, regret from not telling you how he felt, guilt that you were watching him die through the body cam, sadness that he’d never felt your lips against his.

He swore to himself he was going to tell you.

“I’m alright, cariño, I’m alright.” He murmured into your hair and you shook your head, shifting into the hug like you could bury yourself further in his chest. “Yes baby, I’m ok, I promise.”

It took a few more minutes until you were able to pull away from each other and even then you didn’t go far, your hands coming up to cup Luke’s face, his hands covering yours as he ran his thumb across your knuckles.

“Next time I’m coming with you.” You told him shakily as tears continued to slide down your face and Luke chuckled as a tear slid down his cheek.

“Not a chance.” He answered and you just shook your head. “But the next time you have a bad feeling about something I’m listening.”

Luke leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead, murmuring once more that he was fine, before he wiped at your tear stained cheeks.

To nobody’s surprise Reeves turned up dead and Sicarius was missing again. With all the evidence from the container turned to ashes there wasn’t much you could do but head back to Quantico.

You were exhausted by the time you got onto the jet and were asleep against Luke in seconds of being up in the air. Luke wasn’t complaining though, he just wrapped his arm around you and pulled you even closer.

“So does your brush with death mean you’re finally ready to tell her how you feel?” Rossi asked once he was sure the girls were distracted and you were asleep.

“You’ve been pushing this for years now, Rossi.” Luke sighed, looking down at you in his arms and thinking about how right it felt. “Every time I told you no, I couldn’t risk our friendship, couldn’t risk losing her.”

“And now what are you telling me?” Rossi asked with a smile, knowing full well what the answer was but wanting to hear the younger man say it.

“I’m telling you that I nearly died today.” Luke said steadily and paused for a moment, Rossi didn’t say anything, knowing he needed to sort through his thoughts. “I nearly died today and the last thing I thought was I really hated that Y/N was watching this. I didn’t want her to see that, Rossi.”

“I know you didn’t, kid.” Rossi told him, thinking back to your reaction back in the briefing room, watching you shut down, plead with a dead radio and snap at Emily.

“I’m telling you I love her.” Luke finally confessed out loud. “I love her and I have for longer than I know and I already lost so much time with her when she was sent back to the undercover unit and I nearly lost the rest of my life with her today. I can’t risk having another day where she doesn’t know, even if she doesn’t feel the same, I don’t care anymore, I need her to know how I feel.”

Rossi sat back in his seat with a smug look of satisfaction that had Luke rolling his eyes and suppressing a smile. For years now Rossi had been hounding him over when he was going to make his move, he knew if this worked out for the two of you he’d never heard the end of it from the man.

“Attaboy.” Was all Rossi murmured before the two of them settled into silence and Luke let himself savour the feeling of you in his arm.

By the time you were walking back in the building Tyler Green had been released without charges for his cooperation, another lead came up and Luke and Tara were being assigned to it and before you could say anything Penelope rushed over and took JJ and Luke into her arms.

As Luke, Emily and Tara worked on the death row inmate lead you and Rossi sat in the briefing room with Penelope in an attempt to pull up anything about what Sicarius’ next plan was. Like most of this case though it seemed impossible to find a solid lead even after the hours you'd spent reading through the forums.

It was when you had moved to comparing the victims that Penelope’s phone rang and you glanced at her questioningly as she excused herself in a hurry, turning to look at Rossi who just shrugged and turned back to the boards in front of you.

“Here,” You said as you handed Luke a mug of coffee before pulling a chair up next to him at his desk, “you look like you need it.”

“Thanks.” Luke sighed tiredly as he brought the mug up to his lips, you were able to catch a soft smile before it was hidden by the mug. “This case is exhausting.”

“No luck with the death row inmate then?” You asked and he sighed again, a deep and tired one that you felt deeply, you were all running on even less sleep than usual as this case took up every moment of your time.

“We have a guy who’s prepared to die to keep the man he loves safe. The boyfriend just came in and gave us evidence that Herrera couldn’t have committed the murder because they were together. Now Tara and her girlfriend are fighting but at least we got the guy off death row.” Luke filled you in between sips of coffee and you watched him lean back in his chair and let his eyes fall closed.

“And I thought me and Rossi were having fun scrolling through post after post of wannabe serial killers.” You chuckled tiredly causing him to turn his head and smile softly over at you. “How are you holding up anyway? I feel like we’ve barely had a minute after coming back from Georgia.”

Luke let out a chuckle as he nodded, bringing his hand up to rub at his face before letting it fall, he seemed to hesitate for a moment before reaching across and taking your hand in his, his thumb brushing across your knuckles as he locked eyes with you.

“Y/N, I heard that bomb go off and I didn’t know what was gonna happen.” Luke sighed and you squeezed his hand softly, trying to offer some comfort without interrupting him. “I figured I could have died, now I know Sicarius timed it perfectly and warned us but then, I didn’t know if I was gonna live or die and my only regret, the only thought in my head was-”

“Y/N, Luke!” Penelope exclaimed loudly, her heels clicking against the floor as she ran into the bullpen and just like that whatever peaceful, hopeful moment that had settled between you and Luke vanished as you jumped, his hand pulling away from yours as he turned to Penelope, your gaze staying on him a second longer before you turned and faced her too. “Meeting room, now!”

Luke turned to glance at you and you shrugged before following the other woman into the room where JJ, Emily and Rossi were already gathered. You took a seat next to Luke, desperately trying to ignore the way your knees brushed together and forced yourself to focus on Penelope informing everybody about her theory on how Sicarius hunted.

It felt like there had been a shift in the case with the new information and you wanted to be happy over it, hell you were happy, for the first time since you’d been called in it actually felt like you could catch the unsub. But then there was the Luke of it all. You had been so close, Luke’s hushed words felt like the confession you’d wanted for so long and you were so close.

“Y/N, I need to talk to you. Now.” Penelope said as when everyone but you and Luke left the room. You glanced at Luke who just shrugged at you before Penelope pushed him out of the room, Luke letting her with a laugh.

“Penelope, are you alright?” You asked as she paced in front of you, her hands fidgeting with each other before she stopped in her tracks to look at you.

“I kissed him.” Penelope rushed out and you stared at her in confusion as you waited for her to continue only for her to stay silent as she looked back at you with wide eyes.

“You kissed who?” You prompted, eyebrows frowning as you glanced out of the window, your gaze falling on Luke but not sure why Penelope would seem so flustered over kissing her partner.

“I kissed Tyler.” She clarified and your head shot around to face her as your eyes widened in shock.

“You kissed Tyler Green?” You exclaimed and she shushed you even as she nodded, confused as she watched your frown deepen. “What the hell, Penelope?”

“I know, I know I said I couldn’t stand him and that he was a jerk but you know…and he ended up not being so bad and I kissed him.” Penelope rambled but when she saw you shake your head she paused. “Are you ok?”

“What about Luke?” You finally asked, keeping your tone even despite being furious with her. For years you’d pined after Luke but kept it to yourself so she could be happy with him and now she was here, quite casually telling you she had kissed another guy whilst her boyfriend was sat in the next room.

“Luke? What does Luke have to do with this?” She asked, seeming genuinely confused causing your eyebrows to knit together. Neither of you said anything for a long moment before Penelope broke the silence. “Oh my god, you think me and Luke are dating.”

“You’re not?” You asked in confusion, head spinning at the new information.

“We went on one date three years ago.” She told you with a slightly panicked laugh and you could only stand there and stare at her wide eyed. When you continued to stay silent Penelope’s eyes widened and she stared at you in shock. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!”

“Penelope!” You hissed stepping closer to her and risking a glance out of the corner of your eye to see the team had turned to look up to the window at her raised voice.

“You like Luke!” She exclaimed and you could do nothing but collapse into one of the seats, unable to deny the statement but still reeling from learning that the one date you knew about was all that had happened between them. “Oh my gosh, you like Luke and you didn’t tell me! I mean I know he’s y’know,” she said and pulled a face, “Luke, but you two would seriously be so cute together!”

“Wait, you’re not mad at me?” You asked, feeling like you were drowning with how confused you were. “I thought you liked Luke. I thought you were together this whole time.”

“Y/N, me and Luke had one date, it didn’t go anywhere. Did I like him? Sure but I wasn’t heartbroken that we were better off not dating. Wait, is that why you never said how you felt about him? How long have you been keeping this a secret?” Penelope asked and she seemed genuinely upset for you.

You felt way too overwhelmed right now and leaned your elbows on the table, resting your head in your hands as you took a shaky breath before looking back at her to see her sit in the seat next to you.

“You always had this love-hate thing from the beginning,” You stared, knowing you wouldn’t be able to leave without answering her questions. “You didn’t need to be a profiler to see the chemistry between the two of you, everyone knew something would happen between you and him. So I kept my mouth shut.”

“Wait, you’ve liked him since he joined?” Penelope asked sadly and you just shrugged.

“I don’t know, I wouldn’t say straight away. I mean we hung out together outside of work after he’d been here for a month or two, I spend as much time at his place as I do my own, you know? At some point I started, I don’t know, I wanted to be with him.” You told her, looking down at your hands as you messed with them to avoid her eyes. “But I, I saw the way you looked at him when he looked away, I saw the way he smiled at you when you called him names. I didn’t want to mess with anything between you two and then when I came back, I just assumed the two of you had finally gotten together.”

“There was never anything between us. I mean sure we flirted but it wasn’t serious. Maybe it could have been years ago but too much time passed and nothing happened.” Penelope sighed and you glanced up to see her frowning. “You should have told me.”

“Yeah, now I know that.” You murmured, your mind on all the time you could have potentially had with Luke. “You really don’t like him?”

“Y/N, if I wanted Luke Alvez I would have done something a long time ago to have him,” she told you, “plus I probably wouldn’t have kissed Tyler, who by the way is so hot.”

You let out a shaky laugh before nodding to yourself. Now things were looking up, the case seemed like it might actually be possible to solve and Luke words from before that you desperately wanted to believe were leading into a confession seemed like a more realistic outcome now.

“Sorry, I have to take this.” Penelope said apologetically but you just smiled at her as she answered it, standing up and gesturing for her to stay in the room as you left.

You kept your head down as you walked out of the room, thoughts racing a mile a minute as you made your way out of the bullpen area, missing movement from the corner of your eyes as Luke broke away from the rest of the group. You hadn’t realised he had followed you out until he jogged up beside you and caught your hand in his, stopping you in your tracks.

“Hey,” he said softly as he stood in front of you, his eyes filled with concern. “Is everything alright? Things looked pretty serious between you and Garcia.”

You hesitated a moment, it would be so easy to tell him now. There was nothing to stop you, no fear of losing two of your closest friendships lingering over you anymore.

“The thought in your head,” you said, causing him to frown slightly in confusion at the change in topic, “the thought in your head when the bomb went off, what was it?”

Luke’s face shifted to recognition as he looked back at you after glancing around at the people walking through the hallway. He shook his head before he gestured for you to follow him, not that he needed to as he kept his hand in yours as he pulled you into one of the empty meeting rooms.

“How much I regretted not telling you how I feel about you.” Luke said once the door was closed and he turned back to you. “How I’ve been in love with my best friend for years but I wasn’t brave enough to ever tell you.”

As he spoke he got closer to you, raising his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone and you felt frozen to the spot, scared to breathe in case you shattered the moment and he pulled away.

But Luke wasn’t going anywhere, not now that he had finally managed to force the words past his lips. He leaned down and rested his forehead gently against yours as he waited for you to say something.

“I thought you died,” you finally choked out, watching as his face softened and his other hand came to rest on your waist. “I thought you died and I hated myself for not telling you that I’ve been in love with you for as long back as I can remember.”

Your words were quiet, barely more than a whisper but with how close you were pressed against each other Luke heard them clearly. A grin broke out on his face, he tried to reign it in but it was impossible when the person he’d fallen so hard for was telling him his feelings were returned.

His eyes glanced down from your eyes to your lips and he watched as you smiled back at him. It was all the permission he needed to lean down and press his lips to yours. The kiss was nothing more than a brushing of lips first before it turned into something more. Luke’s hand on your cheek made its way up to your hair, fingers tangling in the strands, as he pulled you impossibly closer with the hand around your waist before pressing you against the wall. Your hands found themselves pressed against his chest as you let yourself explore it and the kiss…

The kiss was filled with a mix of emotions, so much passion, so much longing, so much desperation. This was a kiss that was years in the making, a kiss both of you had only let yourselves dream about, neither of you thinking it would ever become a reality.

You were forced apart when both of your phones chimed at the same time, Luke pulling away first and the pair of you breathing heavily as you caught your breath, Luke’s forehead coming back down to rest against yours as he grinned at you and you mirrored the expression back.

“I promise you, cariño, the second this case is done I am taking you out.” Luke promised and you couldn’t stop the breathless laugh that escaped you as you nodded and put his shirt back into place.

“I’ll hold you to that, Alvez.” His smile seemed to get even wider as he ran his hands through your hair, smoothing the strands he had held.

Your phone’s pinged again and Luke sighed before dipping his head down one more to press a rushed kiss against your lips. When he pulled away for a second time he pulled his phone out and showed you that you were both needed back in the briefing room.

As the two of you entered Luke held your chair out for you and you felt your cheeks heat up as you smiled at him before sitting down, glancing over at Luke as he rested his hand on your knee but he focused his attention on Emily though you could see the smile pulling at his lips.

When you finally looked away from him you caught Rossi and Penelope’s gaze. Rossi looked at you with a proud smile on his face, even if it was slightly smug and you couldn’t help but smile back at him as he winked at you. Penelope’s face had broken out into a full on grin that wasn’t entirely appropriate considering what Emily was saying but you let your smile widen as you looked at her, glad things had worked out and she wasn’t mad at you.

As Emily spoke you sat back in your seat. Luke liked you back, something you never thought would happen and wished like hell you had just spoken to Penelope about this years ago but it didn’t matter now. Now all you needed to do was solve the case, something that seemed possible now, especially with the motivation of a date with Luke at the end of it.

__________

Luke Alvez Taglist (Click the link in my bio to add yourself!) -

@averyhotchner, @sia2raw, @silverose365, @alexxavicry, @randomwriter1021, @catlynhoss05, @mrslizzyolsen, @xxchaotic, @dumb-fawkin-bitch, @pedritoswife, @navs-bhat, @jessicalee97, @darling-seraphina

#luke alvez #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez imagine #luke alvez imagines #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagines #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fic #cm x reader #cm imagine #cm imagines #luke alvez fic #luke alvez fanfic #luke alvez fanfiction

479 notes · View notes

spenceriswriting · 1 year

Text

a special gift

spencer reid x fem! reader

summary ;

a gift for the birthday boy!! happy 41 spence <3

warnings ;

smut

You were close, way too close. Clenching, heavy breathes, slowing movements, he knew this as well. “You gonna cum for me?” The soft traces of his lips danced delicately on your skin, peppered kisses wrapped around the neck, you bit your lip, eyes fluttered shut and your toes curled at the feeling that tranced your whole body.

A single gasp was all that you needed to let loose before you were collapsing against Spencer. Chest against chest, face buried into the warm flesh of his neck, you were burning. The churning in the depths of your stomach were ablaze, the last coil snapped and you were on fire. “Fuck! Oh — I’m cumming, I’m cu-“

Nails racked softly in his hair, grabbing onto the locks when small bursts of your orgasm hit. A gasp here and there, you breathed in his sweat in every sharp inhale, damp babyhairs stick to your flushed face, humidity hit you instantly and all you could feel was Spencer’s calloused fingertips feathering on your spine, coaxing you, overstimulating — And you loved every second of this bliss.

A few more mummers slipped from Spencer’s lips before he let go. A slight arch in his back with eyes fluttering shut. A sight to admire.

“Happy Birthday, Spence.”

#cm fic #cm imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds reid #gublernation #spencer reid x reader #spencer x you #spencer reid reader insert #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid smut #spencer reid imagine

514 notes · View notes

ivfrankenstein · 2 years

Text

— HOW I SEE YOU;

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Aaron Hotchner x fem!BAU!reader

— a collection of episodes that give us a glimpse of love growing over the years, from its different sides, from beginning to end — 1.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: “I cling to you like the tear clings to the eye, like the knife clings to the wound.” [based on 4x15]

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: slowburn, mentions of violence (typical cm stuff).

𝐀/𝐍: that’s maybe chaotic, but I hope u’ll like it <3 gif: @hotch-girl inspirations edit 📠

[2009, february]

Of what happened in those 20 minutes, she could only remember the feeling at the end — a relaxing inexplicable sense of relief; like after a grueling race, when you're at the finish line you don't care if you won or lost or how you did it, you're just grateful that it's over.

He was frightened away, and in his haste he must have thought she was dead. Perhaps, that's because she stared motionless for a while into the dark sky above them. She found it amusing, at the end of the hour — it was 5:20 when she left the station, seven minutes later she was walking here, 20 minutes it lasted, now about 5:47 — the park was beautiful, warm, the grass was a little long; she felt it with her left hand and touched the damp asphalt with her right.

Voices were heard distantly, she saw the red light from the ambulance, and Hotch's face was the first one she recognized among the others.

“Y/N, you’re safe now,” he looked anxious — the way she rarely saw him, “They’ll take you to the hospital, you’ll be all right.”

She knew Hotch needed to hear a word from her, but she could barely move her mouth, just stared at him and blinked. Blood from her nose got on her tongue.

“God,” Hotch wiped the trickle over her lip with his hand, “Don’t..” his own lips moved silently.

Y/N reached up to his forearm, hardly perceptible squeezing it — it wasn't that bad, she wanted to say.

She remembered him praying.

“Did he say why her?” Aaron was focused, keeping his eyes on the board; to keep so much in his head he had to constantly strain himself physically — the body movements served as a defense mechanism for him as much as anything else.

“He didn’t know Y/N’s one of us, he just met her on the street,” Rossi didn't want to tell everything he got from the guy: I have no idea why, I see a guy walking down the street with a stupid look on his face and I want to bush him over the head.

Hotch couldn’t get the river of blood on Y/N’s face out of his mind; he broke away from the photos of the victims and turned to Dave, “Her jaw is dislocated from hitting the ground, she goes with metal plates unable to speak for the next six weeks and will only eat liquid food. There’s a wire mark on her neck and I want to believe it won’t stay with her for the rest of her life.”

He blurted it out in the single breath, but never once called Y/N by name, “I know that, Aaron,” Rossi waited before continuing, “I also know that it might remind you of Kate–”

“She’s not Kate,” he cut him off.

“She is not,” Dave meets his gaze, “It was you who told me not to take this case personally this afternoon,” Rossi read it well — the fact that Hotchner's good friend died in his arms was still fresh, and the possibility of it happening again with Y/N was too much.

“What did he say?” back again, professional and collected, he wants to know.

“That he liked her, that she looked like his girlfriend, that’s all,” Rossi admitted after all, “Aaron, Y/N’s a strong agent, she hurt him just as much.”

“Could that even be enough?” at times he was overcome with rage toward all the scumbags they were dealing with — he know about that part of himself, but the rage had a tendency to escalate into something more when it affected his team, and felt so personal.

Hotch let Dave take a couple of steps toward the door before he stopped him, there was one single doubt about what had happened, beyond what he had no control over, there was something he could change.

“Rossi, Gideon once told me that I was doing wrong by always keeping Y/N out of the field,” Aaron said, “that as a mentor I should have stopped holding her long ago.” His frown didn't translate all the confidence in Gideon's comment, and that's why he needed an outsider's perspective.

Dave exhaled heavily, he really was sorry, at the realization that Hotchners post carries so much responsibility for people you already consider family, “As I remember, when Y/N first joined you, she didn't need to have field agent skills, right?” no answer was required, Rossi already knew about that, “You may not agree, but I think Jason is the one who should have taken care of this issue. If we're talking about a mentor.” Hotch remained in a waiting silence, and Dave went on, “I’ll explain only by asking, because maybe my eyes are failing me, but isn't Y/N your partner whenever we got a case?”

It wasn't something Aaron would normally think about, but it was true, “I suppose, yes, she is.”

“Then make this decision as her partner. If you think she could do more than she did, then send her to retraining,” he added in the end, “only after you discuss it with her.”

Aaron nodded briefly in response. What else could he say that hadn't been said before?

His silent panic, which had enveloped him at home, this evening turned into silent despair at the service. Now he was, once again, left alone struggling against himself with the necessity of going to family, and the inability to put all the emotions down. Ultimately, he knew in advance that he ended up staying at the hospital, with Y/N, because of an equally overwhelming need to be there, too.

#Aaron Hotch Hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch x y/n #aaron hotch hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner x female reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner angst #cm imagine #criminal minds imagine

640 notes · View notes

moonlitdesertdreams · 2 years

Text

Anything for you

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x F!Reader

Tags: hotch x oc, criminal Minds Imagine, aaron Hotchner x reader, hotch x reader, inter-office relationships, criminal minds, aaron hotchner x oc, penelope garcia, emily prentiss, jj, jennifer jareau, aaron hotchner, derek morgan, david rossi, spencer reid

WARNINGS: Kidnapping, mentions of murder, torture, general criminal minds lingo

Summary: You're kidnapped during a case. Post-rescue fluffiness ensues.

word count: 2.8k+

The first time you're kidnapped on the job, you feel like no training has prepared you.

It was a normal work day- the BAU had been sent to Saginaw, Michigan, and you had been working with Morgan to clear a hideout associated with a possible suspect. The unsub was targeting blonde females of short stature, and the team was aware that you and JJ both fit the victimology. Regardless, it wasn’t the first time someone on the team looked similar to their victims.

Girls are being lured out of their cars by a wounded animal on the road, and snatched in late evening or early morning hours. The unsub had been profiled as someone withdrawn and non-confrontational, so every inch of that theory is invalidated when you’re taken in broad daylight.

After clearing the house, you had made your way through a side gate in the backyard with intentions of talking to the neighbor while Morgan searched through personal items inside.

And your last recollection before the pain started was hopping down the back porch steps.

And fuck, did your head hurt when you slipped into awareness.

Once you regain some semblance of consciousness, you conclude the unsub must have fled into the neighbor’s yard from his hideout and panicked when you unknowingly followed.

Hence, the current predicament. Spread out on what you’re trying not to imagine as medieval torture device, the unsub has your arms bound high above your head. Your feet barely brush the ground, and the muscles in your shoulders scream with every move. You try to negotiate with your captor, though the words only exchange for a few moments before he plunges a needle into the thick muscles of your thigh.

A cool rush floods through your veins shortly thereafter, and your limbs feel heavier by the second. Your eyesight blurs without contacts or glasses and dry mouth creeps up from whatever drug is flaring in your system.

Thoughts of the team invade logical thought, trying to drown out the haunting images your brain is interpreting from your squinting eyes.

A hooded figure with an oddly deep voice comes into the room and photographs you at regular intervals . He takes more items of clothing each time, sometimes ripping and other times taking a whole article. If you were in your right mind, you would have caught on to the child-like nature and tantrums when your subdued body can’t coordinate with his movements.

“What’s your name?”

You blink slowly, awakening to a dark room. Your arms are sore, and your shoulders still ache. The toes of your boots brush what looks to be an old wood floor, though you are unsure due to the lack of visual acuity. An attempt to lift your head fails, and it instead droops until your chin hits your chest.

A limb shoots towards you, and instinct forces you to jerk. Rough fingers brush your reddened cheeks as the gag is taken from your mouth. “Sorry, did I scare you?”

“S-scare..?” You squint, but only the shadow cast by his hood is visible. “W-where am I?”

A childlike giggle.

“At my house. My Momma said we could have a sleepover.”

Even in a delusional and dazed, you’re able to feel the shiver down your spine.

“A sleepover?”

FLASH.

The sound of a camera shutter corrupted the functioning state you had started to develop, and you squeezed your eyes shut. You knew it was bad, but nothing in your brain could pull together enough info to react.

“You’re beautiful… just stay right there, I’m gonna take more.

- - -

“He’s not smart. In fact, disorganized to the point where he can’t even keep up.”

Aaron Hotchner sits across the table from Rossi, who is trying to explain their newest theory to the local police chief. With you taken, everyone’s nerves are on edge, and Hotch finds himself tasked with keeping his emotions under control.

It was exactly why workplace relationships- even those based in casual sex and physical comfort- were not allowed.

Additionally, it wasn’t as if members of the team hadn’t been kidnapped or put in danger before. Despite this, Hotch's mind is racing, trying to discern the best way to track an unsub who was so unorganized he didn’t even know what to do next. They got lucky discovering the first abandoned house Morgan and yourself had raided, but Hotch wasn’t sure they’d get that lucky again.

“We thought he was withdrawn, but maybe he’s escalating?” Reid suggested. It had been over twelve hours since the abduction of their teammate, and they were all pouring over case files in the station’s conference room.

Hotch stared down at crime scene photos, including the ones from where you were taken. Prentiss is doing the same, and lifts her head at Spencer’s remark.

“What if she scared him?” Emily offers, “There’s a chance he was just trying to flee and got cornered. It would maintain the withdrawn nature.”

“He took her in the middle of broad daylight.” Morgan contradicts, obviously feeling a bit guilty as he was your partner when the kidnapping occurred. “Into the woods, and away he went.”

Reid closes the folder in his hand. “Actually, it is a good theory. She has specialized training in hand-to-hand combat, it would be very hard to subdue her quietly. If the unsub is withdrawn and scared, he might have come from behind once he realized there was no way out.”

Chief Ballard of the local department speaks up. “She’s a fairly small woman, even with specialized combat it’s hard to fight back if you take a surprise blow to the head.”

Hotch looked up. He had sparred with you on many occasions in the gym, and knew firsthand the amount of tricks used to fend off larger attackers. However, an ambush and a good enough blow would render even himself unconscious.

“She could do it if given the opportunity. Between her hand-to-hand and her gun, there should have been some struggle. Though as Reid said, it doesn’t appear she had that chance.” Hotch concludes.

“That could be indicative of someone lying in wait, or someone scared to show their face.” JJ says, “It really doesn’t allow us a good lead either way.”

“Damn.” Hotch grinds his teeth, nerves getting the best of him once again. “You did a cognitive interview?”

“At the scene. I had-”

A knock from the room’s entrance makes them all jump, and an officer steps in the doorway. His eyes turn to Hotch. “Sir, there’s a woman on the phone for your team.”

Reid stands, moving towards the speaker setup in the corner of the room. “I called Garcia a little while ago, that’s probably her.”

The phone line crackles to life when Spencer picks up. “Hey, Garcia.”

“...S-Spence?”

Hotch’s blood runs cold, and he shoots to his feet. The team allows him the next move, murmuring your name as he approaches the receiver.

“Aaron… hey.” Your speech is slow and slurred, but it’s a clear sign of life.

“Where are you? Are you with the unsub?” Hotch feels the team’s eyes on him, but all that matters in the moment is the sound of your voice.

“N-No. I-I’m with my friend Jake. He wants to have a sleepover, is that okay with you?”

Rossi makes brief eye contact with Hotch, who nodded his head in silent agreement of how to play out the call.

Hotch takes it upon himself to answer and softens his tone. “You know honey, I just need to know what house Jake is in. Do you remember?”

A breathy laugh came through the background of the call, and Hotch assumed it was ‘Jake’ listening in. Your heavy breathing is the dominant noise, and it takes a minute for an answer.

“Y-yeah. Next door to the Youngs in a r-really pretty old house.”

Rossi taps the mute button in a flash of tanned fingers. “Our unsub has reverted to a childlike state. If he’s letting her make phone calls-”

“She’s gained his trust.” Hotch finishes, finally feeling like they’re on the same page.

“Smart girl. I’m calling Garcia to find a list of people with the last name Young in the area.” Morgan already had his phone to his ear.

“Those who live next door to old houses.” Hotch added.

“Did you notice the way she said ‘really pretty’?” Rossi rubbed his chin. “With the emphasis on ‘pretty’? Is she trying to appease him?”

“Morgan, narrow that down to Youngs who live next door to abandoned or condemned establishments.”

Hotch opens the line, your name sliding from his lips in that honey-soaked tone he usually reserves for early mornings and late nights in.

“Aaron?” Your words are still slow, though relatively coherent.

“I think a sleepover is a great idea.” He swallows the lump in his throat, “We’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

“T-Thanks, it’s gonna be fun.”

The line goes dead after, and Hotch drags in a deep breath.

“There’s only one place in the area with those parameters.” Morgan shoves his phone into his pocket as the team stands.

“Let’s go.”

You’ve been lowered to sit, but your hands are still suspended, fingers tingling with numbness. The unsub, or rather, Jake, as he told you to call him, is sitting with legs crossed underneath him a few feet away. There is a lop-sided grin on his face, and his child-like excitement is palpable.

“Do you wanna play a game?” He asks eagerly.

You manage to lift your head, filled with some hope after Jake’s strange allowance of a phone call a few minutes prior. While he might have killed two girls already, they were held for over 48 hours before Jake snapped. You are lucky enough to understand his mindset and play into it, even through whatever drug has been pushed into your system every few hours. The best guess you can muster was that the other girls were unable to deal with the strange kidnapper, and something they said or did broke his facade and led to murder. It was vague and unclear, but all you had.

“What kind of game?” You ask through a shiver. The tremors never seem to end.

“Tag.”

“I don’t know how I’m going to do that.”

Jake opens his mouth to answer, but is interrupted by the sound of stairs creaking. He freezes, turning towards the broken and sideways hanging bedroom door.

“Jake, hey.”

You pray the sounds are the rest of your team, but want to keep his attention away if it is.

“Yes?” His boyish gaze falls back to you.

“What about I Spy?”

Jake breaks out into a smile. “That’s a great idea! I just gotta do your medicine first.”

The man, who you now recognize as a white male in his late twenties with blonde hair and a pudgy face, drew another syringe out of his pocket and plunged it into your thigh. If your counting is still correct, it would be the sixth injection.

“Jake... “ You inhale as the freeze begins to spread, “I spy something… white.”

Eyes wide, they scour the room for your challenge. Your eyelids grow heavy, and you blink as the door moves ever so slightly. It’s slow, until a creak echoes through the empty room. Jake whirls around, coming face-to-face with Jennifer Jareau and Emily Prentiss holding him at gunpoint.

“Who are you?” He demands, scrambling to his feet. “Why are you at my sleepover?”

You sag with relief, shoulders hanging heavily on their bounds. “J-jake, they’re my friends.”

“Friends don’t point guns!”

Jake rockets towards the left, where your pistol, badge, and shoes are discarded, Prentiss sees his motivation, and a gunshot echoes through the room. The man cries out, and your pounding head flinches away from the noise.

“Stay on the ground!” Emily keeps her gun on him, and you druggedly take note of the wound in his leg as opposed to center mass.

JJ moves to kneel in front of you. “Can you hear me? Are you alright?”

You fight the new sedation as best you can. “J-J?”

“I’ve got you.”

The other blonde turns, yelling towards the door that they were clear and needed help. Morgan appears in the doorway, rushing in to assist JJ. He pulls a pocket knife from his pants pocket, slicing the rope and cable ties binding your arms. Your exhausted body slumps into his chest, clinging to his shirt. You notice the purple tint to her hands, and hope it isn’t a bad sign.

“You with me?” Morgan’s deep voice made you lift your head, unfocused eyes searching his face.

“You found me…”

“Yeah we did. You’re a smart cookie, gorgeous.”

You huff a laugh against his neck and suddenly take note of bright lights against your eyelids. Upon further inspection, you deduce it to be the sun. Morgan must have carried you all the way out.

“T-That’s bright.” You murmur, trying to shelter your eyes as Morgan lowers you to the grass.

“Medical is on their way. Where’s Hotch?”

The voices blend together for a few minutes, and you focus on breathing in. Another presence approaches and kneels down, surrounding you with a musky cologne and blanket of safety. A familiar hand rests on your cheek, and you blink up at his face.

Aaron Hotchner stares back at you, and a wave of emotion breaks through the drugs. “Aaron…”

“I’m right here. You did good work today.”

You take a moment to gaze at his familiar features. Dark hair, dark eyes. He’s kneeling beside you, but the size of his frame is still imposing. Against your will, you feel your throat tighten and eyes swell to accommodate tears. One hand extends towards him.

“I need…” You pause, trying to collect yourself. “Hotch- please.”

Hotchner doesn’t answer her, only draws you against his chest. Your arms lift to wrap around his neck, face hiding against the sun-warmed skin of his neck. Despite the ache it causes to rake across his shoulders, Aaron remains wrapped in your embrace as your body begins to shake. You smell of sweat and captivity, remnants of the ordeal you’d just been through. The clothes you wore were the same Aaron had seen you in last, though there were small holes scattered about your black trousers.

“I’m sorry this happened to you.” He murmurs against greasy hair, gripping the back of your skull with his hand. “I should have-”

You lift her head at his tone and point a wavering finger. “No, d-don’t blame yourself.”

The cloudy haze of pharmaceuticals is creeping into your eyes as you chastise him. “I know how you are… Aaron, y-you’ll beat yourself up.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Let’s just get you to the hospital, alright?”

Hotch picks you up with little effort, strolling towards the ambulance and stretcher where it was waiting. “...N-No. I’m alright.”

Once you’re placed on the stretcher, the arguing starts weakly and you’re swaying like a daisy in the wind. Hands still fisted in Hotch’s vest hold him in place beside you.

“We need to find out what you were given. Do the tests, and I’ll be satisfied.” Hotch orders, hand on your wrist rubbing gentle circles. “JJ can go with you.”

The blonde steps up beside their boss, soft smile on her face as she wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“No… I don’t-” You pause and swallow, panic rising as Hotchner attempts to step back

Your fingers tremble against Hotch’s torso where they’re wrapped in his shirt, and tears leak from the corners of your eyes. Of all the years Hotch had known you on the BAU, he has never seen you so upset. You’re all trained to deal with these types of things, but nothing prepares you for the actual thing. Especially when you’re being pumped full of illicit drugs to keep you sedate.

JJ rubbed your back, eyes lifting to Hotch. “You know boss, Morgan and I can handle the clean up and reports. You’re gonna have enough paperwork as it is.”

Thank God for Jennifer Jareau.

Hotchner stares at the two women before dipping his head in a nod. “Alright. We’ll meet you back at the station as soon as possible.”

“Sounds great.” JJ turns on her heel and bustles off towards a group of local detectives and beat cops.

The medics were prepping the gurney to go up, carefully arranging your loose limbs on the cushion. Hotch watches in amusement, as you’re looking more stoned by the second.

“Sir, are you coming?” One of the medics asks, motioning to the back of the rig.

“Yes, sorry.” Hotchner pulls himself into the back of the ambulance, accepting the hand you hold out to him.

“Thanks for comin’, boss.” You tug his hand close, lips brushing against his knuckles. His body was warm, and you stretched towards it.

Aaron leans in before the paramedics begin bustling to press a kiss against your forehead. “Anything for you.”

---

Criminal Minds Masterlist || Send me ideas

477 notes · View notes

plus-size-reader · 2 years

Text

Like a Leaf

Luke Alvez x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2468 words

Warnings: angst (potential spoilers for S15E5)

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

—————————————————————————————————

You’d done it.

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

Finally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You couldn’t help yourself.

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

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

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

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

This was too much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you did.

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

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

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

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

That was an accident.

…and a big one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You weren’t going to lose him.

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

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

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

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

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

“You doing okay?”

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

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

That was all you could have ever wanted.

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

Whatever okay was in this situation.

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

It didn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

This wasn’t just a tough day.

It was a living nightmare.

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

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

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

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

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

Whatever page that was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was heavy.

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

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

It was just tricky.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not that that was going to stop him for long.

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

Today wasn’t any different.

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

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

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

It was true.

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

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

It was all he could have wanted.

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

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

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

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

This was important.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To really drive his point home.

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

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

You could wait your turn.

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

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

It was kind of a big moment.

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

About time.

“I would love nothing more”

344 notes · View notes

blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 6 months

Text

Reunite- Luke Alvez (1)

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Reader

Characters: Luke Alvez

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- I was wondering if you could do one for Luke Alvez. One where the reader used to be a part of the BAU but left because her and Garcia didn’t get along. (Garcia was being nosy about her abusive childhood)!So when she leaves she becomes a lawyer and takes Spencers case. When they’re working on his case Luke realizes how much he missed her and then comes to the conclusion that it’s because he loves her. Could you also make it so that Spencer doesn’t go to jail because the reader is a really good lawyer who has never lost a case.

Word Count: 581

Author: Charlotte

Your path had been winding and you hadn’t taken a straight line to becoming a lawyer. It had always been your goal to be a defence lawyer, but many other things took your interest and gave you something else to bring joy into your life before you returned back onto the path of your legal career. Your past career with the behavioural analysis unit in the FBI was what led to your current case. You worked with that team for five years and it became like your family, but you ended up having to move on and it had been nearly a decade since you last worked with them.

Over the years you had kept in contact with the team, so when they needed the best lawyer for one of their own, you were their first choice. You had met with your client and then headed over to the office to reunite with the rest of your team and discuss what you could. It felt weird having to get a visitors badge to enter the place you spent most of your life for half a decade, but you were glad to be back, even just as a friend. Everyone was in the meeting room, waiting for you.

“Y/N,” JJ smiled as soon as she saw you, even though you could see her eyes were tired and pained. She wrapped you into a warm hug.

You happily reunited with JJ, Emily, Rossi and Garcia before being introduced to Tara and Stephen, attention then falling upon the last person in the room.

“And this is-“ Emily started but you interrupted her.

“Luke Alvez,” you smiled warmly. “It’s been a long time.”

Emily cocked an eyebrow at you. “You know each other?”

You knew he would be there, but you still felt a flutter in your chest from seeing him. It had been so long since you had last seen each other and you were pretty sure none of your emotions had changed.

“We were in the army together,” you said, trying not to let how you felt appear upon your face. “He was my superior.”

JJ paused for a second, memories of previous conversations coming back quite quickly. “That superior?”

You nodded your head, before she gave Luke a knowing look. You had told her and Emily a lot about when you had previously known Luke, but as you never told them his name and you didn’t think they would ever meet, you never questioned it.

“You’ve changed a lot,” he said, looking you over.

“Says you, Alvez, you’ve aged like a fine wine.”

It didn’t take a genius to see the way that the two of you looked at each other, and even you weren’t blind to the man’s expression.

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” Emily smirked. “But how wow was Reid when you saw him this morning.”

You pried your eyes away from Luke to turn your attention back to the reason you were there.

“He’s holding in there. He’s always been strong, and I wish I could see him and the rest of you under different circumstances. This isn’t going to be easy, but I hope the prosecution’s case is as weak as it seems, and that his memories will come back in our favour,” you sighed. “He says he is innocent and I believe him, I just wish that would be enough.” “Thank you for coming back to help us,” Emily smiled. “Anything you need, just let me know.”

#Reunite #Part 1 #Request #Luke Alvez #Luke Alvez Imagine #Luke Alvez One Shot #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds Imagine #Criminal Minds One Shot #CM #CM Imagine #CM One Shot #Charlotte

29 notes · View notes

imagining-in-the-margins · 1 year

Text

CM Comfort Fic Challenge

The following are prompts including the genre of Comfort!

This event is over (Masterlist of Fics here), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!

Open Prompts

☁️Character who had to cut off their family is sad about holidays without them

☁️Character receives less than stellar grades in their school/training program

☁️Character misses a team member who isn’t around anymore

☁️Character needs to be comforted but is too proud to say it

☁️Everyone seemingly forgot about Character’s birthday

☁️Character uses mobility aids in public for the first time

☁️Character recovers after surviving a violent crime

☁️Character is insecure about a physical attribute

☁️Character worries after they relate to an unsub

☁️Character has to confront a phobia

☁️Character loses a caregiver/parent

☁️Character can’t afford a lot of gifts

☁️Character is having a flashback

☁️Character loses a pet

☁️Character comes out

☁️Character is sick

Anything else you can think of (keep reading for even more!)

Dialogue Prompts

☀️"Do you want to talk about it?"

☀️"I don't want you to be alone."

☀️"It's alright if you're not okay."

☀️"You deserved better than that."

☀️"I know it hurt. Of course it hurt."

☀️"Thank you. For being my friend."

☀️"That isn't love. Love doesn't hurt."

☀️"It isn't over until you want it to be."

☀️"There is more to your existence than that."

☀️"There will be a day it doesn't hurt anymore."

☀️"I'm sorry anyone ever let you feel anything less than love."

Character Specific Prompts

⛅️Tara wonders if she misses her husband or if she just misses vulnerability

⛅️Hotch is trying to hold it together on the anniversary of Haley’s death

⛅️Emily struggles with her self-identity after having to fake for so long

⛅️Luke struggles with feeling like the odd one out with the team

⛅️Spencer comes home after a bad meeting with his mother

⛅️JJ is worried about her abilities as a mother

⛅️Derek misses home for the holidays

⛅️Penelope has a bad sensory day

Rules

The fic can be a Reader insert, or a character/character ship. It can feature any Criminal Minds character.

Tag me in the fic, or send it to me in a Direct Message. It can be already written, or you can write it just for the challenge - I’m collecting both! You can also tag it “#mentioningmargins” which is a tag I track.

The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I DO NOT WANT smut written by minors. Ever. At all. I will check. Platonic ships and pure, fluffy fics are 100% allowed.

Please include Content Warnings and a one-sentence Summary of the fic in your post.

Have fun!

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds writing challenge #cm writing challenge #cm fandom #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fanfiction #writing prompts #cm prompts #cm imagine #criminal minds imagine #writing challenge #spencer reid fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfic #emily prentiss fanfic #tara lewis fanfic

144 notes · View notes

spexialvixtimxunit · 1 year

Text

How I think Criminal Minds characters would react to you eating too much candy on Halloween

Pairing: All CM Characters x Black!Afab!Female!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Length: Medium

Masterlist

*there are writing mistakes in my works, I don’t proofread!

A/n : I now write for Chicago Fire! So with that being said, you can dm me if you have a request for SVU, CM, Chicago Fire! 🫶🏾

。　♡ 。　　♡。　　♡. 。　♡ 。　　♡。　　♡ 。

|| Emily Prentiss ||

Emily would come back to her office just to see you slumped on the couch because if the candy coma you got into after passing out candy to everyone and then leaving a shit ton to yourself. She laughed at you that all the candy wrappers were mostly left in the bag of candy. She took the bag and locked it up in one of her drawers in her desk who that you couldn’t cause anymore destruction.

|| Jennifer Jareau ||

JJ found you in the kitchen at the island with your head down, groaning with all the candy wrappers around you on the table, along with all the open cases files and a bucket of candy almost empty. She laughed as you reached for one more, maybe using the candy for a rush was not the trick. JJ grabbed the bucket of candy and hid it from you and most definitely the boys too.

|| Penelope Garcia ||

You both wanted to have a contest to see who can eat the most candy in ten minutes, and for obvious reasons it wasn’t the smartest idea. You ended up needing to go home because you couldn’t sit up from your chair, your stomach hurt that bad. Penelope was laughing at you as you held your stomach, crunched over. She was still eating the candy.

。　♡ 。　　♡。　　♡. 。　♡ 。　　♡。　　♡ 。

100 notes · View notes

mybeautifulbeautifuleternal · 1 year

Text

You pulled down the sleeves of your shirt, the sight of the bruises ringing your wrists an unwelcome sight. You didn’t care that you got them, it was an unwritten part of the job, but the looks the rest of the team kept shooting you when they caught sight of them sent jolts of guilt through you. It had been an honest mistake to make, the call that led you right into the Unsub’s hands and you understood that it could have been anyone in your position — but you were the newest member of the team and younger then most, so they felt a sense of responsibility for you.

It had taken a few days after your capture for them to narrow down the secondary location the Unsub had taken you and each moment of those days had the team biting their nails to the quick. It truly hadn’t been too bad for you, the Unsub having been too panicked to do anything other than tie you down then forget about you. It had been a nerve racking wait but the worst thing was the thirst, not having had any water.

When Derek had ripped open the doors that led to the room you were bound up in, the relief would have melted from you — if you had had any slack to move. He had hurried to your side, JJ and Rossi right behind him, pulling out a knife to cut you from the bed then carefully cutting the ropes from your limbs before gently lifting you into his arms and carrying you out to the waiting ambulances. You had had to spend a few days in the hospital following the experience getting fluids pumped into and the team had hardly left your side, at least one or two at your bedside every time you opened your eyes.

When you finally got the okay to leave and to travel, you had an honor guard the entire way to the plane. It hadn’t gotten any better when you were finally back in DC with everyone ‘innocently’ checking in with you almost hourly on the dot. It would have annoyed you but you could see the guilt still residing in their eyes, so you let it go and allowed their silent sentry.

You figured that it would eventually end when they were satisfied that you weren’t a wilting flower but for the time being every time they saw your wrists, they flinched. The black bruises that they saw were a constant reminder that they had sent you directly into danger and the guilt weighed heavy on their minds.

As such you did everything you could to make sure they couldn’t see them. You knew they knew they were still there, but you figured out of sight out of mind, out of mind what is the best policy. It seems to work for the most part, but it made it all the more dramatic when they caught sight of them again.

There was nothing you could do however, but wait them out and hope for the best.

@whumpuary

#whumpuary #Whumpuary2023 #Whumpuaryno2 #tw tied down #tw restraints #tw bruises #tw captivity #cm imagine #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds drabble #cm drabble #criminal minds #derek morgan drabble #David rossi drabble #Jennifer jareau drabble #my stuff #m’s drabbles #m’s imagines #January Whump

50 notes · View notes

juqtier · 4 months

Text

☆◞: IM ALWAYS JUST A DOOR AWAY ✧ SPENCER REID

SUMMARY: after blowing up at your neighbor, you and your friend decide to have a night out to help you with stress. what could go wrong?

GENERAL WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol and alcohol, angsty, arguing, spencer is kind of (definitely) an asshole, kissing, cursing, somewhat darker plot points as story progresses

THIS CHAPTERS CONTAINS: alcohol and alcohol consumption, characters are drunk, cursing, spencer is an asshole, cursing. also if anything is wrong or said wrong ignore it and pretend it’s all correct thanks 💯🥰🫶🏽

GENRE: enemies to lovers, fluff, angst

⋆·˚ ༘ *

chapter 2 : it’s dr. reid

✎ It has been a couple weeks since you blew up at Spencer, and not much has changed. Well, except for your attitude towards him.

You never smiled or waved at him. In fact, if he even glanced at you, you’d quickly roll your eyes before he got the chance.

As you sat in the back at your work, counting tips, you couldn’t help but think about how much you hated him.

God, he’s so stuck up.

He doesn’t even know me.

Wearing a vest doesn’t make you any better than me or anyo-

"(Y/N), are you okay?”

Your coworker (and closest friend), Liv, interrupts your thoughts. She stared at you with a subtle hint of confusion. You hadn’t even realized you'd been zoned out or that you’d been slamming down the cash on the table.

You and Liv met when you first began working here. She was possibly the happiest person you know, and the kindest. She always listened to you ramble about anything, whether it was a stupid hobby, a rude customer, or even the most mundane story about your week.

“Um yeah. Just some problems..” You weren’t even sure how to answer her. Bringing up the situation made you even more furious.

However, Liv became a bit more concerned with this answer.

“Oh no! What’s wrong? Family troubles, a boy?”

You breathe in deeply, trying to suppress the anger building up again before you start talking.

“It’s just... my neighbor.”

Liv leans on the table you sat at, obviously interested in what you have to say. “Go on…”

Her saying that immediately gave your mind the confirmation it needed to go ahead with your rant.

“Well, when I moved in, I wanted to greet him. I don’t know, trying to be neighborly and whatnot, like one does. But.. like..”

You rub your face with your hands. It became clear to you that talking about this would anger you no matter what, so why not just get it over with?

“He’s such a jerk. Like, he interrupted me when I tried to say hello. He even slammed the door in my face.”

Your friend's eyes widen, leaning more towards you, showing her interest. Honestly, even if she wasn’t showing any care whatsoever, the words would’ve kept spewing out regardless. You needed to get this off your chest.

“Oh, and he showed up at my door, telling me to turn my music down. I have no problem with that, but in the same breath, he tells me how I have terrible taste. He said, 'Some of us have jobs and commitments', or whatever bullshit he said to me. Like oh I’m sorry, I never knew because I don’t also work my ass off!”

Your voice gradually became louder, yet you weren’t quite yelling. All Liv does is nod softly, almost as if she knew how much anger and frustration built up inside of you.

“And I live next to him, I can’t avoid him. He’s like the plague! Maybe during the apartment tour, the realtor could’ve been kind enough to give me a heads-up! Maybe like, ‘Oh, by the way, the neighbor is insanely rude and pretentious, so maybe avoid him if you can’, I dunno!”

“Jesus, (Y/N), I’m sorry.” Liv quickly says. Venting to your friend calmed you down a bit, but you were still visibly annoyed.

“It’s fine… It’s not... whatever.” Your body slumps into the chair, the tip money you were previously counting still spread in front of you.

“Let’s go out tonight. You and me!” Liv suggests happily.

The idea sounds nice, but you haven’t been out in what feels like forever. When you moved, you left all of your dresses and more risqué clothing behind to make the move easier. I mean, you didn’t even think you’d have a reason to go out of the house.

“Liv, thanks for the attempt at helping, but I haven’t gone out in so long. I don’t even have going-out clothes.”

"Well, you’re in luck, sweets! I have tons of going-out clothes, or whatever you call them. When I’m out in a couple hours. Finish counting your tips, go home, shower, and I’ll pick you up. No ifs, ands, or buts. See ya!"

With that, she smiles sweetly at you and hurries off, going to serve another table fast enough so you can’t say no to the plans she made. You let out a small huff, seeing no way out of this.

And Liv was nice; what harm could going out with her do?

You gather the cash and stuff it into an envelope, sliding it into your purse and gathering the rest of your belongings. Untying your apron and setting it down, you exit the restaurant through the back and make your way to your car.

Please let tonight be a good one.

-‘๑’-

“Choose an outfit, any outfit!”

Liv displayed all her dresses for you to choose from on her bed. She had picked you up a couple hours prior, and the two of you had been talking for a while before getting ready.

You straightened your hair and did a smokey makeup look, something you hadn’t done in a while.

The dress selection was quite impressive, but a simple short, sparkly black dress stood out to you the most. You pick it up and show Liv your choice.

“Ooooh, skimpy, yet simple. I like!” Liv said, smiling from ear to ear.

“Go put it on!”

She eagerly pushes you into the bathroom to change, shutting the door behind you.

Slipping the clothes on and staring at yourself in the mirror, you felt insanely confident. Since you hadn’t been out in so long, you forgot how fun it was to get dressed up.

Stepping out of the bathroom and into the room where Liv went to change, she audibly gasped upon seeing you.

“Jesus (Y/N), you look hot!”

A giggle escapes your lips as you look down at the yourself and smile at her.

“I might have to steal this dress, I like them too much.”

“I’d pay you to keep it, you look good.”

The comment made you blush slightly as your friend continued to compliment you.

“Alright, I'm ready. Let’s go!”

The two of you order a cab and head to the club. The thought of Spencer Reid is nowhere in your mind.

-‘๑’-

As you arrive at the club, you can already tell it’s quite full. Just upon entering, you see tons of people dancing and drinking—even a drunk girl spilling her drinks all over herself as her friends quickly try to clean her up.

Liv grabs your arm, dragging you up to the bar in a matter of seconds. It seemed so fast; you hadn’t even noticed she ordered you two drinks.

“Two tequila shots, two waters, and two limes, thank you!” Liv orders from the bartender. He nods and heads off to grab you guys your drinks.

“Starting off strong?” You say this, laughing softly.

“Of course! I want you to have a good night, (Y/N). It’ll be fun, trust me!"

Liv smiled softly at you as she grabbed the salt on the counter, seeing the bartender come back with the shots.

“Here you go. Enjoy, ladies.”

The both of you nod as the bartender steps away, helping others with their drinks. You lick the back of your hand and sprinkle salt on it before grabbing the shot and throwing it back.

It burned slightly, going down your throat, and you winced a bit. Quickly licking the salt off your hands and sucking on the lime, you can’t help but shake a little bit. It’s been so long since you’ve even consumed any sort of alcohol, so this shot felt incredibly strong to you.

"Jesus, I forgot how much I hate tequila.” You say, clearing your throat a bit. You grab your water and take a sip as Liv laughs, seemingly having had no reaction to the shot.

“Welcome back to drinking, huh?” She jokes, which makes you both laugh a little.

-‘๑’-

As the night goes on, the two of you dance and drink more, progressively becoming drunker. The shots began going down like water; a lime wasn’t needed to help anymore.

As you and Liv danced together, you decided to get more shots. Liv was clearly having too much fun to get off the dance floor right away, so you made the sacrifice to step off and grab them.

“I’ll go grab us some more shots; you just stay here.” You say to her, words slurring as you walk over to the bar. You lean on the bar to order more shots, hoping to make them your last ones as you get more and more tired.

The bar was full, so the bartender wasn’t going to tend to you right away. As you take a seat to help you have some sort of balance, you become aware of the presence of someone behind you. Assuming it was Liv, you snap your head to look at the person.

No fucking way

It seemed like you could never escape the nightmare that is Spencer Reid.

"Holy shit, Reid... are you stalking me?” You say this, looking up at the tall man. If your words didn’t indicate how drunk you were, your face did. Your eyes were heavy, and your face was slightly flushed red.

“Stalking you? I wouldn’t even if I was paid.” He states, making you roll your eyes.

“I don’t know what karmic debt I have to pay off, but it sure is hell seeing you everywhere I go.”

The words coming out of your mouth were so slurred, it made him chuckle. This made you roll your eyes again, annoyed at everything he did.

“I’m not particularly pleased to see you either." He answers, not even looking down at you as he scans the bar.

“And besides, you’re not the only one allowed to go out. I’m here with some work friends, not for you. They’re all just too drunk to hold a conversation…”

You laugh slightly as you tilt your head. “You don’t drink”

“No, not really. Can’t say the same can you? Try not to clear out the alcohol…”

Of course he had to throw in a snarky comment quickly. Even if it wasn’t normally seen as rude, coming from him was a different story.

“I’m leaving anyway.. have a.. nice night… or whatever.” You reply swiftly, forgetting the shots you planned to order and hopping out of your seat. You stagger a few steps away before feeling his hand wrap around your forearm, quickly stopping you.

“Wait, how are you getting home? You can’t drive like this.”

It almost felt like you couldn’t roll your eyes anymore than you have. You turn your head to look at him, your hair falling in front of your face.

“Don’t pretend to care.. where.. I’m going." Your words seemed to take forever to get out; you just wanted to get as far away as possible in that moment.

“Just because I don’t like you at all doesn’t mean I’m going to let you be in possibly dangerous situations. Especially in this state..." His eyes didn’t seem angry at that moment; they were just worried. It almost felt foreign to see him not roll his eyes back at you. It shocked you.

“How are you getting home?" Spencer’s voice is a lot more stern this time, startling you a bit. You never expected him, of all people, to care.

"Well, mister Reid…”

“It’s Dr.” He corrects you.

“Whatever.. me and my friend… Liv… will get a cab home. Any other questions?"

When he doesn’t respond right away, you think that’s the end of the interaction. When you attempt to slip your arm out of his grasp, he only tightens his grip a bit more. Not hurting you, but stopping you from walking away.

“I- I don’t think that’s very safe. I’ll give you guys a ride.”

Usually you’d argue and protest, but he seemed too serious to even try. And besides, you’d rather get a free ride than pay for one.

“Whatever..” You begrudgingly agree, pulling your arm away to go get your friend. Liv is easily pulled off the dance floor this time as you explain the situation. She holds onto your arms as you exit the club behind Spencer. It was obvious she had many more drinks than you; you could’ve looked a little sober next to her.

"Hello, sir, thank you for the ride.” She says to Spencer, her words are barely comprehensible. Spencer just nods, not really understanding what she said.

You walk to Spencer’s car with Liv on your arm, then softly help her into the backseat, buckling her up. She was laughing and giggling as you did so, not paying much attention to Spencer at all.

"Please, please, please don’t throw up in my car.” You hear him talk to himself as he walks to the driver's side door and gets in.

As you get in the front seat beside Spencer, you look around at the interior of the car. It was completely clean; there was not a speck of dirt in sight.

“Huh, is the car new?” You ask, turning your head to face him. He shook his head as he stuck the keys in the ignition, starting the vehicle.

“No. I just don’t drive much. I don’t like to, I usually take the train or have a coworker drive me. Can you give me your guys addresses?”

You nod, telling him both addresses, seeing as Liv was too inebriated to say much. The car begins to move, and you lay your head back to stare out the window. Watching the world pass by was calming; you even began to drift off a little.

Suddenly, the car stops.

“We’re at Livs.” He almost whispers. You lift your head up and look around before getting out of the car. You still had pretty bad balance, but better than Liv’s, who had passed out by now. Spencer gets out as well and helps you hoist Liv out of the backseat.

“How much did you guys drink?” He asks, referencing how drunk your friend was. The two of you begin walking to the door of her house.

“Not a lot, just... a lot..” You joke, laughing at your own stupidity.

“I wouldn’t do that. Alcohol causes 13 percent of deaths among-“

“Boooorinnng.” You interrupt. He presses his lips together as you two reach the door. You dig through the purse Liv had on her shoulder and fish her keys out, quickly unlocking the door and pushing it open.

“I’ll go put her to bed.” You say, dragging Liv off Spencer’s shoulders and to her room. She is easily carried, being quite light. As you reach her room, you set her down on the bed and take her purse off her shoulder, placing the keys beside it on her dresser. She didn’t really respond much, but you did hear her softly snoring as you laid her down.

As you shut the lights off and exit the house, you see Spencer waiting on the sidewalk for you.

“Come on, I’m tired.”

You walk to the car and get it again, buckling up quickly.

As you begin driving, he suddenly begins talking to you.

“I never took you as someone to go out at all.”

“Dr. Reid, you don’t know me at all.”

Saying this makes you realize, you don’t know him either. I mean, he was annoying, yes, but what did he do? What did he like? Were his interests as painstakingly pretentious as he was? You grew curious, then quickly grew confused as to why you were curious at all.

When he laughs at your comment, you immediately snap out of your head. “I do know you’re a pain in the ass.”

“You’re not exactly a dream either, believe me.”

You go back to staring out the window, waiting for the car to finally park in front of your apartment.

When it finally does, you get out as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, Spencer is right behind you.

“Stop following me, weirdo.” You comment as you walk in front of him, refusing to turn around.

"Sorry, princess, but in case you forgot, I’m your neighbor.”

You groan at this comment as you both reach your apartment doors. You were already so irritated and tired that you couldn’t bear another snarky comment or remark from him. Opening your door, you look at him and nod.

“Good night, Dr. Reid.” Your tone was sassy, yet jokey. He rolled his eyes and smiled at you, lifting his hand to wave goodbye. Before he can reply or say anything, you shut the door.

You made him smile.

He smiled cause of you?

Why did you care so much that he smiled? Shouldn’t that annoy you? Maybe you were just too drunk to function properly. You shake the thoughts off and slip into more comfortable clothes, quickly jumping into bed and falling asleep. Maybe tomorrow you’ll be thinking straight…

-‘๑’-

PT 1 | PT 3

tag list: @daisyridleyss @taygrls @yeonalie @peanutbelley @vivian-555 @ehedrick012110

a.n : this feels really long, and it is, so sorry ! but next chapter is a lil more eventful i hope! also, in my head liv is a blonde sweet sort of ditzy girl, but you can imagine her however you’d like! liv lover regardless 💪🏽💯

#spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid #cm imagine #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #juqtier writes… 🐈

265 notes · View notes

saiilorstars · 1 year

Text

Even in the Distance

Pairings: Spencer Reid x OFC

Summary: Aitana and Spencer are assigned separate cases, leaving no time to see each other despite living together. After what seems like eons, they get to talk over the phone while they're miles apart. Even their littlest companion gets to join in on the video call.

A/N: After watching CM: Evolution, I started to think about how Aitana and Spencer would be by season 16 so here we are. There’s no spoilers of the new season though!

[Aitana’s Masterlist]

Taglist: @ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @anotherunreadblog @maaaaarveeeeel @stareyedplanet @averyhotchner @foxesandmagic

[If you’d like to be part of this OC’s taglist, let me know!

It was impossible for Aitana not to drag her feet coming home. She unlocked her door and stepped inside, immediately dropping her go-bag on the floor. All she did was kick it to the side, lock the door behind her and then walk forwards. She was beyond exhausted and she just wanted to see her—

"Mommy!" A little four year old girl came running into the foyer, throwing her arms around Aitana's legs.

"He-ey!" Aitana stumbled back with the sudden hug. For a four year old, her daughter had quite the strength. But that was Audrey — she was full of surprises.

"You're back!" Audrey exclaimed, squeezing her mother's legs tighter.

Aitana gave a tired laugh but a laugh nonetheless. How could she refuse such a hug? She detached Audrey's little fingers from her legs then picked the girl up into her arms. "Mi corazoncito!" She left a few exaggerated kisses over Audrey's head. "Aren't you supposed to be at grandma's and grandpa's right now?"

At that moment, Aitana's mother, Paulina, walked in from the living room. "Hola mija," she greeted Aitana with a kind smile. "We weren't expecting you today."

"I know, I managed to finish the case earlier," Aitana said, settling Audrey on her hip. "And you guys? Thought you were going to be en la panaderia?"

Paulina nodded. "The bakery was a little emptier than we thought so I figured your father could take care of it and I could bring Audrey by for some clothes to sleep over but I guess we won't need to do that anymore, huh?" She looked at her granddaughter who hadn't stopped grinning yet.

"Mommy's home now!" Audrey said happily, bringing her arms around Aitana's neck for another hug. "I want to stay with her now."

"Yes…" Aitana said, unable to stop smiling and unfortunately expressing how tired she was at the same time.

Paulina saw it as well. "Long case?"

"They're all long, mamá," Aitana said with a sigh, "Especially when you're doing them on your own now." Ever since the BAU was forced to split their agents to do individual cases, the Aitana felt like it took more out of her. She had it in good authority that the rest of the team felt the same.

"If you want, I can still take Audrey home with me," Paulina had barely begun to offer the idea when Audrey rejected it.

"No! I want to stay with Mommy!" Audrey looked at her mother then. "Is Daddy coming home today too?"

Aitana let out a small sigh at the question. "I'm sorry, baby. Daddy's still got his own case to do."

"Still?" Audrey pouted. "He's away forever."

Aitana chuckled. "It does feel like it's been forever, huh?" Audrey nodded disappointedly. Aitana kissed the top of her daughter's head. "I know, maybe we can call him tonight or tomorrow to see how he's doing."

The idea was enough for Audrey. Unfortunately, the conversation had brought Aitana's mood down a bit.

"Is Spencer still going to be away, then?" Paulina asked

Audrey squirmed to be put down on her feet so Aitana gently lowered her down. The four year old scurried into the living room.

"Yeah," Aitana answered her mother, "He and Matt were assigned some classified joint case that nobody can know about." Aitana laughed sourly. "Not even me."

"But that was weeks ago," Paulina said, "How long do these cases last?"

"There's no concrete number," Aitana shrugged lightly. "Just however long it needs to."

"Meanwhile you get to handle the rest, huh?" Paulina smiled sadly at her daughter.

"I can do it, I'm fine, I just…" Aitana produced what could only be described as a miserable smile, "I just really miss him. And so does Audrey."

Paulina agreed. "Do you want me to stick around and help you get settled in?"

Aitana shook her head, thanking her mother for the offer. "I've been away for days. My daughter's been away from both her parents for more than she should've."

"Okay, but you call me if you need anything, alright?" Paulina gave her daughter a nice tight hug.

"I will," Aitana promised. "Thanks."

The two went into the living room shortly after Paulina filled Aitana in on what happened with Audrey while she was gone. Then, Paulina said goodbye to Audrey. When she left, Aitana dropped on the couch for a bit of rest…until Audrey started bouncing on the cushion next to her excitedly wondering what they were going to do that afternoon.

Aitana drew in a breath and within the next minute, she snatched Audrey mid-jump and collected her into her arms. Audrey was a mess of giggles, crying to be let free from her mother's pepper-kisses. After that, Aitana succumbed to practically all of her daughter's wishes.

By night time, Aitana had no idea how she managed not to drop dead. Her feet dragged into her bedroom, barely taking her to the foot of the bed where she could let her body drop. She only got a few minutes from Audrey under the guise that she wanted to change into pajamas before tucking Audrey in for bed.

Audrey was smart enough to tell time which was impressive given her age but a challenge for a mother who just wanted to bargain for a little rest. She absolutely blamed Spencer for that one. A genius prodigy would of course inherit that to their child.

And speaking of, Aitana heard her phone vibrating as she was taking her shoes off. As soon as she saw the I.D. on her screen, she threw her shoe and grabbed her phone before the video call went to voice-mail.

"Hi!" She exclaimed with excited wide eyes, unknowingly the same way that Audrey had greeted her earlier. She passed on a couple things without realizing it. "Hi stranger…" She greeted again, feeling her face flush with how stupidly excited she must have sounded the first time.

Even if she had sounded like that, Spencer didn't notice a thing. "Hey stranger," he returned the greeting with his own smile. "I didn't wake you, did I? I-I wasn't sure if you were home or doing a case, uh…" It was strange not knowing of each other's locations for so long and yet for them it had become a usual thing.

"I got home earlier," Aitana told him, scooting back on the bed until she could lean against the headboard.

"Oh, you did?" Spencer said, briefly surprised until a smile took his face again. "I bet Audrey loved that."

"She did," Aitana nodded, chuckling, "We, um, had a whole afternoon together after not seeing her for days."

"That sounds so nice, you don't even…" Spencer said, his smile becoming strained. It had been weeks since he got to see his daughter in person, got to hold and kiss her.

Aitana felt for him because she knew exactly what he meant. "She misses you. We miss you."

"Me too," Spencer told her, nodding. "It's kind of lonely over here…"

"What, you and Matt aren't keeping each other company?" Aitana's question had them both chuckling. "Thought you guys would be besties by now."

"Um, yeah, we're good, but we both agree that we would much rather be at home with our wives and kids." Spencer couldn't look more miserable in that moment. "Aitana, I really miss you. I need you."

Aitana felt an ache in her heart hearing him say that. "Me too," she whispered. "A lot. I've been—"

"Mommy! Mommy!" Audrey's voice carried into the room seconds before she came running in. "I'm changed now! And so is Lana!" She was indeed changed into her pajamas and the teddy bear in her arms was also sporting a pajama set. "Who are you talking to?" She made a face. "You said you were changing too."

Aitana chuckled. "Why don't you come over and find out?"

Audrey made a little face with her brows knitting together like someone else Aitana knew. She dashed over to the bed, easily jumping on. She crawled up beside her mother to where she could finally see Spencer on the phone screen. She gasped so deeply, so shocked, that Aitana burst into laughter.

"It's Daddy! It's my Daddy!" Audrey snatched the phone right out of her mother's hand and brought it to her face. "Hi Daddy! It's me! It's Audrey!"

Spencer laughed hard, feeling like he was getting a dose of medicine he didn't even know he needed. He heard Aitana trying to get the phone back from Audrey and when she couldn't get the girl to give it up, she settled to at least bring the phone away from Audrey's face.

"There we go," Spencer said with a lingering chuckle. He could now see Audrey's perfect little face looking back at him. "Hi Audrey…"

"Hi Daddy," Audrey wiggled her fingers at him. "Are you coming back now?"

That forced the smile on Spencer's face to strain. "I'm sorry, not tonight. I'm going to be away for a bit longer."

Audrey pouted. "More?"

"Yeah…"

"I miss you, Daddy," Audrey said, her pout deepening even more. Spencer hated being the cause of it.

"I really miss you too," he promised her. "I'll try to call more, okay?"

"Okay…" Audrey nodded lightly.

Aitana finally managed to take the phone into her hand and position it so that they could both see Spencer and vice versa. "Audrey and I made something for you today."

"Oh, really?" Spencer said, beginning to smile more when he saw Audrey's face light up.

"It's a fish model! I made it look like Mercury in our fish tank!" Audrey explained then leaned forward, dropping her voice to a "whisper" that wasn't quite a whisper. "But Mommy got confused building it. I had to read the instructions to her again."

"Anyway," Aitana said sharply, pulling Audrey back beside her, ignoring the way the girl laughed at her. She did, however, notice the way that Spencer laughed. "Keep laughing and you'll find the locks changed when you get home. Local genius left outside of his own home."

"Ha, ha," Spencer rolled his eyes.

"The box said ages eight and up and your daughter is doing it better than I am!" Aitana let out an exasperated sigh.

It was really hard for Spencer not to laugh. He could picture it in his head. It was no secret, nor a surprise, that Audrey was very advanced academically which often meant he would work with her on things that most four year olds wouldn't comprehend. Aitana loved it, but she loved it even more when all she had to do was just watch.

"I can't wait to show it to you, Daddy," Audrey spoke up, still wearing a very proud grin on her face.

"I can't wait to see it," Spencer assured her, "I bet it looks great, but hey…" He leaned closer to the screen, whispering his next words, "You should still thank your Mommy because she's doing everything she can to help you."

Audrey nodded obediently then looked at her mother. "Thank you, Mommy!" She leaned up on her knees and kissed Aitana's cheek.

"Oh, thank you mi corazoncito," Aitana said, kissing Audrey's head and hugging her. Audrey hugged her mother back on the spot.

Spencer wished he could be a part of that hug. He never knew he could miss someone so much that it actually physically hurt him. He'd never read any facts backing that feeling up but he just knew that it was true.

"Okay, Audrey, why don't you say goodnight to Daddy now?" Aitana said, pushing back one of Audrey's curls from her face. "You have school tomorrow."

"Aw, but you said you would brush my hair first!"

"I will, I will, but you gotta wait for me in your room, okay?"

Audrey reluctantly agreed then turned to the phone. "Goodnight, Daddy."

"Goodnight, Audrey," Spencer waved a hand at her.

Audrey grabbed the phone from Aitana and brought it close to her. Both Aitana and Spencer chuckled when Audrey kissed the phone screen.

"Thank you for the goodnight kiss," Spencer said, patting his forehead where Audrey's kiss supposedly went. "Be a good girl for Mommy, okay?"

Audrey nodded. "Okay!" She grabbed her teddy bear beside her and hopped off the bed. "Mommy, you're going to brush my hair, right?"

"Yes, I promise I'll be in your room in a bit," Aitana said. Satisfied with the deal, Audrey skipped out of the room. Aitana chuckled. "She's got your unruly curls, you know."

Spencer laughed as well. "Yeah, I've noticed."

"Got everything from you, actually."

"Mm, I wouldn't say everything" Spencer said, shaking his head.

"Oh, c'mon. She's a carbon copy of you minus the freckles on her face. That's about the only thing I can claim that's mine."

"She's got my curls, yeah, and the whole prodigy thing but she's also got your laugh, quirkiness and the ability to make everyone love her. That's all yours. I would know — that's what I love about you."

A soft smile spread across Aitana's face. She felt the warmth in her chest spread quickly up to her face. Oh, how she missed that, missed this and —

"I miss you so much," she whispered. Her fingers gently grazed the screen of her phone, wishing desperately she could actually touch Spencer's face.

Unbeknownst to her, Spencer wished for the same thing. He was not a hugger, nor did he like to receive anything of the sort but everything was different when it came to Aitana — and Audrey of course. He found himself wishing for things that he used to genuinely fear.

"I want to hug you so badly," he admitted in the same whisper. "Hold you."

"It's actually safer to kiss, you know," Aitana said, giggling.

Spencer playfully rolled his eyes at her. "Well, I wouldn't mind doing that too."

"Mommy!" Audrey's voice called from the hallway.

"You've been summoned," Spencer said, chuckling, "I'll let you go. Audrey should go to bed."

"Yeah, I know," Aitana said with a sigh, "Call me again soon, okay?"

"I will," Spencer nodded.

"Even if it's 2 a.m and you've got a free moment — call me, okay?" Aitana wouldn't take no for an answer. "I need to know that you're okay and…I just need to talk to you."

"Me too," Spencer admitted, "A lot. I love you, Aitana."

"I love you," Aitana said, pressing a kiss to her fingers and bringing it to the screen. "Come home soon."

Spencer could only promise to try. He wanted nothing more than to go home and be with his family. He could just picture the kind of welcome he would get from Audrey — an exciting babbling four year old sounded just perfect to him. It was true what he said: Audrey inherited a lot more of Aitana than the latter realized. And Spencer couldn't be any more happy about it. He missed them so much, he would work twice as hard to finish his case already to get home.

#ocfairygodmother #fd: criminal minds #criminal minds #spencer reid #cm #spencer reid fics #spencer reid imagines #criminal minds fics #criminal minds imagines #cm fics #cm imagine #cm fic #spencer reid fic #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds fic #criminal minds imagine #oc: Aitana Serrano #fic: even in the distance

30 notes · View notes