a thing I will probably never be over: in the 12 steps job the way eliot’s hand shakes when he reaches into the car to yank the wires out of the bomb
like this is a guy who went up against an entire room of mooks with guns armed with nothing more than a cup of tea and he finished the teafirst like………….very little shakes eliot spencer. he has Seen Some Shit and been though seven kinds of hell. he does what needs to be done, and if he goes out in the course of what’s right, then so be it.
but it’s hardison sitting on the bomb. and that’s a whole different story.
liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike. let’s talk about their reactions here? because i 100% believe in my filthy trash bin of a heart that this episode was the point of no return for parker and eliot both, the point at which they both realised holy shit i am in way over my head.
look at those reactions. like, it’s not simple relief, it’s relief and *total fucking whelm*. and neither eliot nor parker has–allowed themselves, maybe, the relative luxury of just thinking about what someone means to them. because it’s always been a liability. for eliot, caring too much about people would just be something that someone could use against him; for parker, it’s what archie’s cautioned her against a million times: we don’t get involved.
and worse for both of them, really, is that they’re not–not too caught up in a job, not too wrapped up in their own reputations or…or things that could be forgivable, really. things that they could realise and chide themselves for and then pull back from, do better. no, instead they’re both of them way overinvested in another person, in a person who could be hurt, who could be taken from them because they weren’t good enough or fast enough or–or just because sometimes you lose.
parker and eliot have always been aware of when they should cut their losses and get out. but this–this isn’t an acceptable loss. maybe neither of them can say the word love just yet, even to themselves, but this is where they realise it.
hardison doesn’t die, but he comes back to life anyhow, and when he does, the whole world changes.
whisper babe..i’m as good as it gets in this town. whisper babe..i’m a fever you can’t sweat out. these are my deepest thoughts and secrets under a microscope or under a spotlight. forgive me if i’m not quite ready to give them to you. it’s just such a different feeling..when i see you smiling and singing back to me, i’m still playing different pictures in my head that aren’t so pleasant. i’m doing my best now to live in the song and not just the meaning
Could u pls do a follow ok to pen lines?? Where the rest of the team find out???
The follow-up to Pen Lines (x) as requested by a couple of people. Enjoy <3
Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Luke Alvez x Reader Prompt: Request
Description: The rest of the team finds out about the two very special females in Luke’s life, other than Roxy.
It had been a tough week for the entire team. The BAU had been called out to a particularly disturbing case in Michigan on Monday and had only returned back to Quantico late Friday night. Luke had narrowly escaped a potentially fatal confrontation with the unsub thanks to the team’s swift arrival at their location. Everyone was physically exhausted and emotionally drained as they packed up their things, no doubt looking forward to a well-deserved rest that weekend.
But, Luke had an important question to ask his teammates.
“Is anyone free this weekend?” He asked curiously, glancing up at them as he balanced his go-bag on his shoulder, nervously adjusting the strap.
“Trust me Newbie, I see enough of you at-”
Garcia’s witty reply was interrupted by JJ gently placing a hand on her shoulder, laughing softly as she prevented the inevitable bickering session before it even had the chance to begin.
“I’m free.” JJ offered kindly, smiling at him from her desk. “I’m pretty sure everyone else is as well…unless you count Spence’s plans to reread his entire book collection.”
A small murmur of laughter filled the bullpen as Spencer grinned proudly at his weekend plans.
“Well, I’m sure that can wait until next week Reid.” Rossi clapped his hands together, playfully nudging the younger agent’s shoulder in jest. “What are you thinking of Luke?”
Luke grinned to himself as he reached into his bag to pull out a small bundle of bright pink envelopes. Tara, who was stood closest to him, raised her eyebrows at the sight of the former ranger clutching the glitter-covered paper. It was definitely an odd thing for him to carry around.
Luke glanced up to Prentiss who smiled encouragingly, nodding her head as she instantly realised what it was he wanted to ask the group. He bit his lip to conceal his teasing grin as he carefully handed each of them an envelope. They all exchanged looks of confusion as they curiously opened them to reveal their contents.
“I didn’t realise you were such a big fan of sparkles Alvez.” Rossi muttered as glitter spilled from his envelope, coating his hands with pink shimmer. Luke chuckled softly, his daughter had obviously been left without supervision as she made Rossi’s invite. She was crazy about glitter at the moment – Luke had only just managed to get the remnants of her latest art creation out of his hair yesterday.
Garcia on the other hand was thrilled by the bedazzled paper, grinning brightly as she admired the shine. “Is it Roxy’s birthday or something? Why didn’t you tell me sooner Newbie? I had the best present in mind.”
Luke laughed softly as he shook his head, clearing his throat before he explained himself. “It was my daughter’s birthday on Wednesday.”
He glanced up to see shocked faces staring at him and decided to continue whilst they were rendered temporarily silent with surprise.
“I obviously couldn’t be there, and pre-empting that we organised a party for this weekend.” He told them, twisting his hands anxiously as he awaited a response. Prentiss met his gaze and flashed him a supportive smile.
There was a moment of stunned silence as they absorbed the news.
“You have a daughter?” JJ asked, a small grin playing on her lips as she looked up at him.
“Yeah, Mia. She’s five…actually, six now.” Luke told her quietly, the thought of his daughter causing his lips to curve upwards into a gentle smile. He had been looking forward to getting home all week, praying he would make it back in time for her party.
“Well, congratulations!” Rossi exclaimed, clapping him on the shoulder as he pulled Luke into a warm embrace. “Enjoy these years Alvez because, before you know it, she’ll be all grown-up.” He smiled kindly at Luke, knowing how truly precious being a father to a daughter was – Joy had only entered his life relatively recently, but she had quickly become one of his greatest sources of happiness.
The others murmured their compliments to him, smiling brightly as they pulled him into kind embraces. JJ and Tara kissed him on the cheek as they told him they would be delighted to go to the party. Then, there was just one person left to respond.
Garcia appeared to be frozen in shock, her eyes darting between the team and Luke as she tried to make sense of the revelation.
“Why am I the only one who find this really surprising?” She cried, gesturing desperately towards Luke.
The rest of the team tried to contain their knowing-smiles as Rossi’s soft chuckle echoed around the room. Truth be told, they had all had their suspicions. After all, they were profilers.
Rossi in particular had noticed how moved the agent had been when working on cases involving children. JJ, as a parent herself, had also noticed Luke’s sympathetic nature towards mothers and fathers of victims during interviews – surprised by his intuitiveness. Tara had also found it touching when she had watched him comfort a victim’s children at the hospital, holding them in his arms as they sobbed. Reid, ever observant, had consistently noted how Luke seemed to be comfortable around family homes when examining crime scenes – he had been the one to point out that a child’s favourite teddy bear had been taken during an abduction, just by looking at the otherwise tidy line-up of stuffed toys at the foot of her bed.
“God, you guys all suck! I hate not being a profiler.” Garcia whined exasperatedly, folding her arms across her chest. A heavy sigh fell from her lips as she realised that she, as usual, was the last to know about something. She couldn’t help being interested in her colleagues’ personal lives – after all, it was part of her job to do investigative digging.
Luke chuckled softly. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you all sooner…” He sighed quietly, trying to convey his reasoning behind his actions. “It was just a little difficult adjusting to life in the BAU and trust has never really come easily to me.”
He looked up and was encouraged to see their kind eyes and supportive smiles, even from Garcia. He had been worried about them being upset or even angry that he had kept his personal life from them, but they weren’t. They really did understand him.
“But I’ve realised, especially after this case, that we’re family too.” He smiled at them kindly, his hand drifting towards the chain he wore around his neck. “I’d love for you to meet mine.”
Bright grins shone on all their faces as they nodded in agreement. They were extremely touched by his trust and proud that he had finally confided in them.
“Besides, I knew you all wouldn’t want to pass up the chance to dress up as your favourite princesses.” A wide grin spread across his face at their slightly startled reaction. “That’s the theme Mia decided on.” He laughed as he thought about the fluffy crown his daughter had made him try on last weekend in preparation.
“She already sounds awesome.” Garcia squealed excitedly, clapping her hands together at the prospect of being able to dress up. “How is she your daughter?” She quipped playfully, winking at Luke.
He just chuckled, shaking his head at the bubbly blonde’s teasing. “Well, I hope you can make it. My wife has been nagging me for a long time about meeting you all.” He should have expected the response he received.
“You have a wife?” Garcia’s voice was incredulous as she raised her eyebrows judgingly at him. “Gosh, what an unlucky lady.”
Everyone chuckled at her comment, the bullpen filling with the sound of warm laughter as they all promised to make it to Mia’s party tomorrow afternoon.
Reid grinned happily at Luke, thanking him for the invite and promising that he would show Mia all his special magic tricks. Apparently, Luke’s daughter had been thrilled at the chance to meet a real-life wizard – having been awed by her new favourite bedtime story about magic that Luke had introduced last week.
Spencer had probably been the least surprised of the entire group to discover that Luke had a family. He was too observant not to notice how, when his fellow agent was stressed, his hands would trail around a ring on his chest. Nor had he missed the longing glances Luke had flashed at his phone on Wednesday or his lingering gaze on the children’s birthday cards at the store.
He was just happy that Luke had finally divulged his secret to the team, they all were.
“Will and, of course, Henry and Michael are welcome to come as well JJ. As long as they don’t mind all the pink and sparkles.” Luke told her grinning as the blonde burst out laughing, nodding her head to indicate that her family would be more than happy to attend.
“Oh, they’ll love it!” She assured him, gently patting his arm as she stood up to grab her things.
The team followed suit, pulling on their jackets and bags as they moved towards the exit. A light-hearted and warm aura seemed to follow them, providing a great relief from the stress of their disturbing day.
“Good, because Mia’s been working on making fluffy tiaras all week.”
Okay, so Mona killed Charlotte. I have a lot of problems with how this was presented. Here’s a list:
1. The damn suitcase handle! That was such a huge issue in 6b, with Melissa acting all sketchy about it and someone nearly plowing down Emily in order to get it away from her. What the hell was that all about? Who would want it that badly unless it was the murder weapon?
2. The flowers that Mona had were bright purple. The flowers found with Charlotte’s body were pink and hadn’t bloomed yet. They don’t look marginally the same. And to add to that, why did Mona have those flowers in the first place? And why did they happen to be the same type of flowers that Alison had put out in her house that very evening?
3. Why was Mona trying to recreate the night she murdered Charlotte if she accomplished that the first time? She even says, “You’re not gonna trick me this time.” What does that mean? How did Charlotte trick her that night? That scene in the bell tower implied that Mona hadn’t actually succeeded in killing Charlotte and was trying to do it over.
4. This line makes no sense: “You needed me, just like you needed me to take care of Charlotte after all the terrible things she did. I’m sorry I messed that up. Nothing ever happens the way it’s supposed to with me.” What?! But Mona did kill Charlotte, so she did indeed “take care of her.” What is she talking about?
5. “Not only did you lose the game, but you lost the story,” Charlotte tells Mona. What does that mean? What story?
6. The timeline makes no sense. We know that at some point that night, before Charlotte died, Mona called her from the Two Crows, that was confirmed by Tanner and by a witness at the diner. So how did she know that Charlotte was going to be at the bell tower? Why did Charlotte even go to the bell tower? And what did Mona mean when she said that Charlotte met her there “because she had to”?
7. Charlotte’s body was wiped down before she was thrown from the bell tower, including any DNA under her fingernails. Where would Mona get the materials to do that? And what about that paper Spencer wrote about the woman who was murdered in exactly the same way that Charlotte was? Is that just supposed to be a really specific coincidence?
8. I find it absolutely unbelievable that Mona wouldn’t fess up and turn herself over for Charlotte’s murder in order to save Hanna in 7x01. That is completely uncharacteristic, especially considering she confessed to a murder she didn’t commit back in season four just so Hanna’s mom wouldn’t be convicted.
Spencer walks in on the reader pleasuring herself, and smut ensues.
Part 1 of SMUTmas!
It was the end of a case, and you and Reid had
been sharing a room for the last three nights in a lush Las Vegas hotel. Being
in the same room with the object of your affections was hard enough, let alone
having to share a bed with him (a booking “mistake” on the behalf of Penelope
Garcia who was desperate to see her OTP get together).
However, you had made it
to the final night, and tomorrow you could sleep easily, not spending your
nights lying awake staring at Spencer nestled into the pillow beside you.
‘Y/N?’ Spencer said, snapping you out of your
thoughts and holding the door of the room open for you.