Some of us are looking at the stars

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i just wanted to say i really enjoyed reading your forgotten series, and am excited to read more of it in the future!

Thanks so much lovely ❤️ Your kind words mean an awful lot! I’m hoping to have some more time over the Christmas holidays to do some writing.

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Things that take time & many tries to get right:

learning to be a good friend/partner

healing from depression, failures or heartbreak

becoming amazing at an art or skill

overcoming anxiety, insecurities and low body image

overcoming the need to isolate yourself

changing self-hating thoughts to kinder ones

making a real connection with someone

overcoming self-defeating and self-sabotaging thoughts

learning how to study effectively

finding a sense of stability and calmness at your core

quitting habits or addictions

leaving people and behaviours that turn you into the worst version of yourself

getting used to healthier coping mechanisms & mindsets that feel fake

treating yourself like you truly care about yourself

becoming the person you always wanted to be

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Benjamin Franklin: "To follow by faith alone is to follow blindly.“ Minimal Loss, 4.03

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Forgotten: Part 3

During one of the BAU’s most difficult cases, Luke meets a dedicated journalist who is committed to fighting for the underdog. Reluctant to trust the authorities at first, she finds a friend in the compassionate FBI agent. But as they draw closer, the challenges only grow with fear, hostility and a relentless unsub whose attention turns to her…

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AN/ FINALLY here’s Part 3! I hope you enjoy reading it. Apologies for the long wait and for the terrible writing (I’m so out of practice!). But we’re starting to get to the good stuff, so please do let me know what you think. What are you most excited for? Is there anything you’re dreading? x 

“Thanks for the welcome.” Prentiss said, her eyes scanning the board pinned against the wall. “It’s good that we can get started as soon as possible.” She flashed the local police chief a reassuring smile as he nodded in acknowledgment.

The BAU were well adapted to setting up quickly and in this particular case it had been stressed, by Linda Barnes herself, that time was of the essence. With the media frenzy outside the station, it was clear why the FBI brass wanted it resolving sooner rather than later too.

But, of course, the BAU would be paying it the same due diligence they did all their cases.

“Reid, if you could get started at the ME’s office?” Emily asked. “Tara and Matt, if you could take a look at the crime scene?” Her colleagues nodded in agreement.

“I’ll get one of my detectives to take you out there.” The police chief told them, gesturing to an officer stationed outside the window. “We’ve had a presence at the scene since the body was discovered in an effort to keep prying eyes away.”

“Thanks Chief. I’m sure that it will be helpful to get the insight from your officers too.” Matt replied, a small smile on his face as he and Tara left the room, closely followed by Reid. All were keen to get started on the investigation.

Emily watched them depart before turning back to the chief. “Myself and Agent Rossi are eager to speak to Lara’s family. Would it be possible to arrange a meeting?” The chief grimaced, her name clearly a reminder of the pressured situation he was facing.  

“Sure. It might be better for us to go to them though. They’re not big fans of the media circus outside.” He explained. “Can’t say I blame them…”

Prentiss nodded in agreement. “Thank you for your cooperation chief.”

He cleared his throat and stood up a little straighter. “Of course. If there’s anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to ask me.”

“Do you have any information about the other cases that have been reported recently?” Luke asked, one hand resting on the back of his chair and the other skimming the pages of the report Garcia had sent across.

With gruesome details of five other bodies found along the same stretch of highway, it certainly hadn’t been light reading. And, even with Garcia’s superb sleuthing abilities, she still hadn’t managed to track down much information about the victims themselves. Hopefully the local PD would be able to shed more light on the situation.

However, as soon as Luke glanced up to see the tense posture of the chief, he realised he’d made a mistake.

“Other cases?”

JJ frowned at the defensive tone of the chief. Hostile police forces were something she definitely didn’t miss having to deal with as Communications Liaison. “The other women who were found dead in the same area. Our technical analysist found striking similarities between-”

“Similarities?” The Chief scoffed, his unkind expression promoting Luke’s back to stiffen. “We have the body of the most influential woman in the city on our hands Agent Jareau. If you think that’s a comparison-”

Thankfully Emily decided to intervene, cutting his undoubtedly offensive comment short. “We believe these cases may be relevant Chief.” She turned to JJ and Luke, skilfully avoiding further confrontation. “I want you two to head to the local newspaper office to interview Y/N Y/L/N. See what you can find out from her.”

“Y/N Y/L/N?” The Chief asked incredulously, shaking his head. “The journalist?”

“Chief, you called us in to help. Let us do that.” Prentiss replied firmly “At the BAU we study criminal behaviour and have to investigate all of the evidence we find.”

“Do what you like…but, if you ask me you’re wasting your time, time we don’t have to spare.” He declared, his eyes narrowing slightly before he stood up. “If you’ll excuse me Agent Prentiss, I’ll arrange that meeting with the Hughes family.”

The team exchanged knowing glances as the Chief stormed from the room.

“It looks like we’ll have our work cut out for us here.” Rossi murmured quietly. “Lucky us.” His sarcastic comment prompted a few wry smiles from the group, but all knew the implications were serious. Working with a reluctant local police force was less than ideal, especially when trying to stop a serial killer.

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Forgotten: Part 3

During one of the BAU’s most difficult cases, Luke meets a dedicated journalist who is committed to fighting for the underdog. Reluctant to trust the authorities at first, she finds a friend in the compassionate FBI agent. But as they draw closer, the challenges only grow with fear, hostility and a relentless unsub whose attention turns to her…

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AN/ FINALLY here’s Part 3! I hope you enjoy reading it. Apologies for the long wait and for the terrible writing (I’m so out of practice!). But we’re starting to get to the good stuff, so please do let me know what you think. What are you most excited for? Is there anything you’re dreading? x 

“Thanks for the welcome.” Prentiss said, her eyes scanning the board pinned against the wall. “It’s good that we can get started as soon as possible.” She flashed the local police chief a reassuring smile as he nodded in acknowledgment.

The BAU were well adapted to setting up quickly and in this particular case it had been stressed, by Linda Barnes herself, that time was of the essence. With the media frenzy outside the station, it was clear why the FBI brass wanted it resolving sooner rather than later too.

But, of course, the BAU would be paying it the same due diligence they did all their cases.

“Reid, if you could get started at the ME’s office?” Emily asked. “Tara and Matt, if you could take a look at the crime scene?” Her colleagues nodded in agreement.

“I’ll get one of my detectives to take you out there.” The police chief told them, gesturing to an officer stationed outside the window. “We’ve had a presence at the scene since the body was discovered in an effort to keep prying eyes away.”

“Thanks Chief. I’m sure that it will be helpful to get the insight from your officers too.” Matt replied, a small smile on his face as he and Tara left the room, closely followed by Reid. All were keen to get started on the investigation.

Emily watched them depart before turning back to the chief. “Myself and Agent Rossi are eager to speak to Lara’s family. Would it be possible to arrange a meeting?” The chief grimaced, her name clearly a reminder of the pressured situation he was facing.  

“Sure. It might be better for us to go to them though. They’re not big fans of the media circus outside.” He explained. “Can’t say I blame them…”

Prentiss nodded in agreement. “Thank you for your cooperation chief.”

He cleared his throat and stood up a little straighter. “Of course. If there’s anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to ask me.”

“Do you have any information about the other cases that have been reported recently?” Luke asked, one hand resting on the back of his chair and the other skimming the pages of the report Garcia had sent across.

With gruesome details of five other bodies found along the same stretch of highway, it certainly hadn’t been light reading. And, even with Garcia’s superb sleuthing abilities, she still hadn’t managed to track down much information about the victims themselves. Hopefully the local PD would be able to shed more light on the situation.

However, as soon as Luke glanced up to see the tense posture of the chief, he realised he’d made a mistake.

“Other cases?”

JJ frowned at the defensive tone of the chief. Hostile police forces were something she definitely didn’t miss having to deal with as Communications Liaison. “The other women who were found dead in the same area. Our technical analysist found striking similarities between-”

“Similarities?” The Chief scoffed, his unkind expression promoting Luke’s back to stiffen. “We have the body of the most influential woman in the city on our hands Agent Jareau. If you think that’s a comparison-”

Thankfully Emily decided to intervene, cutting his undoubtedly offensive comment short. “We believe these cases may be relevant Chief.” She turned to JJ and Luke, skilfully avoiding further confrontation. “I want you two to head to the local newspaper office to interview Y/N Y/L/N. See what you can find out from her.”

“Y/N Y/L/N?” The Chief asked incredulously, shaking his head. “The journalist?”

“Chief, you called us in to help. Let us do that.” Prentiss replied firmly “At the BAU we study criminal behaviour and have to investigate all of the evidence we find.”

“Do what you like…but, if you ask me you’re wasting your time, time we don’t have to spare.” He declared, his eyes narrowing slightly before he stood up. “If you’ll excuse me Agent Prentiss, I’ll arrange that meeting with the Hughes family.”

The team exchanged knowing glances as the Chief stormed from the room.

“It looks like we’ll have our work cut out for us here.” Rossi murmured quietly. “Lucky us.” His sarcastic comment prompted a few wry smiles from the group, but all knew the implications were serious. Working with a reluctant local police force was less than ideal, especially when trying to stop a serial killer.

 You drummed your fingers against the wooden desk, the repetitive thud offering a little comfort as your heart thudded nervously. In your years reporting, you had experienced many adrenaline-fuelled moments – both ones you’d rather forget and the ones you savoured. It was the excitement and frustration that pushed you on and made you determined to continue the pursuit.

But the possibility that something might finally go right? That things could change for the better? That seemed to be the most nerve-wracking of all. Hope was dangerous.

As you sat waiting for the FBI to appear, all you could think of was each of the families you had come to know over the years. Each one carrying an agonising burden of loss. Their lives had been forever changed by the actions of another. Their futures stolen.

Did the FBI agents know about their stories? What would they be like? Would they even care? Or, did they just have to be here to alleviate concern about the most recent high-profile victim?

You felt terrible thinking of Lara Hughes that way. Of course, you didn’t begrudge her case receiving attention. Every single victim of crime deserved their story to be told and justice to be served. However, the intense media and police attention on her case alone, just seemed to serve as a painful reminder of the disparity ‘different’ victims received.

Behind every case that crossed your desk were loved ones left behind in desperation and sadness. A pain that no one else seemed to recognise or even cared to listen to. Sometimes families would even confess that the isolation and sense of neglect could feel as terrible as the murder itself. Almost as if their loved one had been killed for a second time when police explained there were ‘no credible leads’ and that the cold investigation was a ‘stretch on resources’.

A frown crossed your face as you glanced at the pile of case folders stacked neatly on your desk.  You saw every victim as a person and it was difficult to understand why others couldn’t afford them the same courtesy.

Despite all your dealings with the local PD, you still couldn’t decide why they seemed so reluctant to cooperate with the investigations. Was it simply a misunderstanding? Or was there a deliberate refusal from some to help those deemed ‘beneath them’?

Fortunately, you were snapped out of your gloomy thoughts by your boss’s sudden announcement.

“Y/N, there’s a call for you. They arrived.”

 “Why’s it this difficult?”

JJ frowned in confusion as she glanced over at Luke. The two of them had arrived at the newspaper offices and were waiting in a quiet room for the local journalist to arrive. However, it seemed like her colleague had a few questions of his own on his mind.

Luke sighed quietly, his gaze dropping on the file clutched in his hands. “Why don’t local police want to investigate these cases? Or at least be open to the possibility there’s something bigger at play here?”

JJ flashed him a reassuring smile. “Trust me Luke, I’ve had my fair share of reluctant PDs. They’ll come around eventually. It’s just fear that holds them back.”

Luke gave her a small nod. “I hope so.” He shrugged his shoulders as he leant back in his seat. “At least we’re here now.”

His thoughts were interrupted as the door opened to reveal a young woman stood outside, files balanced carefully on top of what appeared to be a very well-used laptop in her arms.

“I was told that the FBI wanted to speak to me? I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

 You silently cursed yourself for the nervousness that had crept into your tone, your voice unusually high as you stared at the two agents sat at the table. Despite your dealings with law enforcement in the past, this time with the FBI’s involvement it felt incredibly serious and you couldn’t help but find their presence imposing.

What if the local police had already cast doubts upon your investigation? What if they were just here to box tick? How could you let the families down again?

Your heart thudded uncomfortably and your hand drifted towards the strap of your bag, twisting it in an effort to distract yourself from your nerves. The man’s eyes narrowed slightly as they followed your movement. Of course, they were profilers after all.

“Ms Y/L/N? It’s nice to meet you. I’m Agent Jennifer Jareau, otherwise known as JJ.” The blonde women explained. She gestured to her colleague sat beside her. “This is Agent Luke Alvez.”

You nodded in acknowledgment, finding yourself taken aback by how normal they both seemed. It wasn’t the straight-laced government officials you had been expecting. Agent Jareau appeared younger than you would have imagined. Her eyes kind and expression relaxed.

“Thanks for making the time to see us.” Agent Alvez said, his voice deep and oddly soothing. His dark curls framed his face and his brown eyes seemed to radiate warmth as he flashed you a small smile. “Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee?”

Definitely not what you had been expecting…

  An hour later and the conversation was still in full flow. You had been hesitant at first in an effort to suss the agents out and determine their motives. But after the initial pleasantries it hadn’t taken long for you to realise that both seemed like dedicated agents that were deeply committed to their jobs…and justice. With that reassurance, you had been happy to review the details of each case, your own investigations and even discuss the cooperation (or rather lack of) from local police.

However, unfortunately JJ had been briefly pulled away by a phone call, calling a temporary halt to the interview. Luke gave you a small smile as he pointed towards the coffee clutched tightly in your hand. “Black? I’m impressed.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Trust me, in this job you need it. Before all of this I used to be a caramel latte girl.”

He chuckled quietly at your joke, folding his arms as he leant back in his chair. His eyes seemed to soften as he glanced at you in curiosity.

“Why do you do it?”

You froze for a moment, the question momentarily catching you off guard. It wasn’t something you had ever been asked before. As a journalist, you were so used to talking about others, it seemed strange to discuss yourself for a change. But judging by what you knew of Agent Alvez so far, you knew he’d understand your answer.

You bit your lip as your eyes lifted to meet his. “To show someone cares.” You gestured at the files littering the table and the photographs staring up at the two of you. “These women and their families deserve that as much as anyone else.”

He nodded slowly, his eyes surprisingly gentle as he stared at you. “I completely agree.”

For the first time in a long time, you found yourself believing that someone else cared too.

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I also changed my username! I was reidsstudies before!💛

Thanks so much for letting me know lovely! I’ve updated this for you x

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Literally me rn

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Are you gonna do a part 3 for forgotten?

I am! My plan to update frequently clearly went out of the window (thanks to life in general), but I am keen to continue writing as long as people enjoy reading it. 😊

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Hi love , I was wondering if you could do a part three for forgotten ???❤️😘

Hi lovely, of course! Sorry for the silence recently, life and work has been crazy but I’m looking forward to having a week off and time to pursue writing. Glad to hear you’re enjoying Forgotten!

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I LOVE LUKE ALVEZ,,,, KING OF TACKLING BAD GUYS, KING OF FITNESS AND ICE CREAM AND FRIENDSHIP AND DOGS,, KING OF MAKING LASAGNA!!! I LOVE HIM!!!!!

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Luke Alvez x Reader: Early Mornings

Request: Can you do one where Luke wakes his wife/gf up in the morning by staring at her? Maybe he’s tracing his fingers over her shoulders or something?

Tagged: @ssaic-jareau​ , @alvezstan​ , @saintd0lce​, @ogmilkis​ , @reidswords​ , @ssa-morgan​ , @garcias-batcave​ ,  @akimagies​, @zhangyixingxing1​ , @pinkdiamond1016​

Word count: 700

Warnings: none

A/N: ummm ok this was the cutest request ever, luke fluff is my favorite fluff so THANK YOU 

The moment the sun peeks through the bedroom curtains, Luke’s eyes open wide.  Every morning, he’s reminded of the day the two of you picked them out.  

“They’re so thin,” he’d groaned, running his fingers over the fabric. “What’s the point of even having curtains if they’re not going to keep the sun out?”

You’d rolled your eyes, ignoring his comment and continuing to marvel over the lacy, blue material. “Look how pretty they are, though.  Especially with the pattern here.”

Luke knew, the moment you declared how much you loved them, that he’d be buying the damn things.  He never could say no to you, even if he wanted to.  Consequently, because of the nearly invisible curtains, he now woke up every morning at the literal crack of dawn.  But, on the plus side, being awake before you meant he had a few minutes to watch you while you slept. 

Which is totally not as creepy as it sounds… Or, maybe it was.  But Luke didn’t care.  What mattered was the way your hair was splashed out messily over the pillow, contrasting with the white satin fabric, and the way your mouth was open just the slightest bit, your face totally relaxed.  

Some mornings, Luke would turn over to see that you’d somehow managed to hoard all the blankets on your side of the bed.  You’d be buried under the comforter, barely visible to him.  

But this morning, you’d kicked the blankets halfway down the bed, so that they were pooled around your waist.  You were on your side, facing him- you always faced Luke when you slept- with your fist tucked underneath your chin.  Luke marveled at how peaceful and calm you looked, your skin sparkling in the warm sunlight.  

He stayed still, careful not to wake you, and tried to fathom how someone so beautiful could be all his.  Getting to wake up next to you day after day was something he’d never take for granted.  

Luke wasn’t sure how much time passed until he couldn’t resist the urge to reach across the mattress and close the distance between you any longer.  When he did, his touch was gentle- his fingertips barely ghosting over the soft skin of your exposed shoulder.  He let his touch graze down the length of your arm, smirking as he left a trail of goosebumps in his wake, before retracing the same pattern back up again.  

He finds an array of freckles on your shoulder that he begins playing connect the dots with when your eyes slowly flutter open.  Luke’s touch was sending shivers down your arm.  At first he doesn’t notice that you’re awake, he’s too focused on the sunspots littering your collarbone, but when a soft yawn escapes your lips, his gaze meets yours. 

You can’t help the smile that creeps across your face upon seeing Luke.  His hair is a mess, dark brown curls poking out in every direction.  You reach across the mattress and let your thumb trace across his cheek, just below the dark circles that are cradling his warm eyes. 

“You still look tired,” you observe, your voice still thick from sleep. Your hand falls to his strong, defined bicep.    

He chuckles, his arm trailing down your side until it lands on your waist.  “Maybe if we had some darker curtains-” 

“Oh my god,” you interrupt, poking his shoulder playfully. “Enough about the curtains.”

Luke laughs, he grips at the fleshy part of your hip before pulling your body into his chest.  You willingly oblige, letting his arms snake around your waist securely.  You rest your forehead against his bare chest.  God, he was always so warm- like your own personal heater.  

All you can see is Luke’s tan skin- all you can hear is Luke’s steady, rhythmic breathing- all you can smell is his crisp, comforting scent- and all you can feel is his warm, safe embrace.  In that moment, you decide that any day that begins completely encompassed by all things Luke, was going to be a good day. 

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Luke helping his girlfriend with stuff after she hurt her ankle.

Luke Alvez Headcanons, helping his girlfriend after she’s hurt her ankle:

On a practical level, Luke would be amazing.

He’d definitely assume all driving responsibilities.

And he’d also take charge in the kitchen. He loves cooking anyway, so he’d be more than happy to be her own personal chef.

But, she’d have to be prepared to eat a whole lot of lasagne.

He’d try to get home whenever he could, even if it was just to cuddle on the couch with her.

After so many television reruns of rubbish shows she’d naturally go a little bit stir crazy. So, he’d want to be around to provide a bit of company for her.

If he wasn’t able to get home, he’d substitute Roxy in his place.

He’d even teach Roxy how to fetch things for his girlfriend – e.g. slippers – to make her life a little easier.

Luke would definitely offer emotional support, giving her a shoulder to cry on.

But, he wouldn’t baby her. Plus, he wouldn’t want to undermine her sense of independence if it was important to her.

Being a major goofball, he’d do silly things all the time to try to make her laugh.

So, he’d constantly be picking her up and spinning her around because it made her giggle.

He’d also joke about how military rules applied to the situation as ‘no man (in her case girlfriend) got left behind’ as he swept her up to carry her into a different room.

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Harsh how much I need this atm 🥺🙈 My leg still isn’t back to normal haha!

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Luke Alvez x Reader: Without You

Request: “could you write something about Luke falling in love with his childhood best friend please 🥺”

Tagged: @ssaic-jareau , @alvezstan , @saintd0lce , @ogmilkis, @reidswords , @ssa-morgan , @garcias-batcave ,  @akimagies, @zhangyixingxing1​ , @sskhair

Word count: 11.3k

Warnings: PTSD, blood mention, gsw mention, smut

A/N: Wow, I really took this request and ran with it.  I really didn’t need to write an 11k fic but here we are!!!! 

You’re 8 years old and have never felt so happy before.

You’re riding your bike through the fields with Luke right beside you, the setting sun creating a thousands shades of orange, pink and purple in the sky up above.  And you’re going faster, faster, faster until your legs burn.

As you return to your house to eat ice cream, pistachio for you and chocolate for Luke, you think to yourself that you’re so glad the boy moved here.  You can’t imagine happiness without him. 

He came to your school at the beginning of the year.  At first he didn’t say much.  He was quiet and shy and always staring down at his shoes.  You stick up for him in the classroom when the mean boys start picking on him for the color of his skin, and again in the cafeteria when the bullies make jokes about the strange lunch his mom packed him.

“Thanks,” he had told you quietly, his gaze not meeting yours.

Luke has this big smile that makes your tummy feel all funny, and a pair of big, mocha eyes, so beautiful that you think you have a new favorite color. 

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