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i’m currently writing a wednesday x reader chapter but after that 👀

Someone should write a fanfic about Enid fighting Tyler and as she is fighting him Tyler's dad shoots her in the shoulder with a silver bullet and then Wednesday hears this a goes to find Enid. (And Enid stays alive) Pretty Please someone do this?!?! 🥺

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parallels

i cannot believe that THIS ^ exists and netflix tried to tell us this⌄ wasn't about heartbreak

as if she isn't all alone in a dark, chill attic in a thunderstorm

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Leverage, Leverage: Redemption, Goncharov (1973) dir. Martin Scorsese - beelzeebub Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Sophie Devereaux (Leverage), Breanna Casey, Harry Wilson (Leverage), Parker (Leverage), Eliot Spencer (Leverage), Alec Hardison Additional Tags: It’s Gonchin’ Time, Leverage Crew Co-opts Meme Culture, Genderqueer Parker, con fic, Breanna harnesses the power of the internet, Age Of The Geek Baby, background harry/sophie Series: Part 5 of Our Home: Extended Universe Summary:

When the crew gets asked to take on a predatory movie producer, what more of a plan do they need than to gaslight, girlboss, and Goncharov their way to his downfall?

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In case anyone is having a bad night:

Here is the fudgiest brownie in a mug recipe I’ve found

Here are some fun sites

Here is a master post of Adventure Time episodes and comics

Here is a master post of movies including Disney and Studio Ghibli

Here is a master post of other master posts to TV shows and movies

*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*

You’ll be okay, friend <3

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ashes in my wake - Katya/Sofia Fic - "my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake" - Arsonist's Lullaby (Hozier)"

"Sofia was her scarlet letter, and in this business, some sins weren't easily forgiven."

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Garoloble

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Coffee// Spencer Reid One Shot

Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: ~1k?

Requested? Yes! By @waddiwasi44​ “Can I get a one shot about a early 20s computer science girl joining the team as a second Garcia, and Reid cant help but fall for her? You know, pretty and full of life, but a nerd that likes robotics and star trek tng etc”

A/N: I understand that this took months to get back to, and I can’t promise that I’m trying or that I will in the future. The whole JJ and Reid thing threw me off and I stopped watching even though I wasn’t caught up. I still like the show and writing. This is probably the pique quality of things I write, and especially in quarantine I SHOULD get back to it, but this was nearly completed and I felt bad for the asker and that’s primarily why this is happening. I implore y’all to continue to send asks, but I can’t say that I’m back. 

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“Garcia, we’ll introduce her to the rest of the team tomorrow, it’s been a long case. You think you can get Y/L/N set up?” 

“Oh, gosh, of course! When is she-”

Penelope was cut off by the soft ding of the elevator, the new arrival stepping out. 

“Oh my god! You are gorgeous and I love your cardigan.” 

The girl laughed, “Penelope Garcia I assume,” She shifted the boxes in her arms, leaving her hand open for a hand shake, “Y/N Y/L/N” 

“You assume correct, lovely person, follow me!” The blonde turned on her heels. 

Hotch nodded kindly as Y/N followed Garcia down the hall. 

The door creaked open as Penelope presented the room, one half full of glowing bobbles and gadgets, the other half empty and ready to be decorated.

“So, as you can tell, I cleared this part of the room so that you can make it your own.” Garcia turned quickly to her, “Not that you need to, it’s just, it gets dark, I find that the toys help.”

“Thanks, Penelope.” 

“Of course, of course.” She smiled, obviously giddy, “You can set up tonight, or tomorrow, it’s late you don’t have to stay here. The rest of the team will meet you tomorrow.” 

“I think I’ll stay here for a bit.” 

“Well you have fun, girlfriend!” She smiled, making her way out of the room.

“Garcia,” Y/N turned to the blonde, “Thanks so much.” 

“Anytime.”

The door creaked closed once more, leaving the new girl to unpack her things. A small lamp in the corner glowed throughout the room. Y/N sunk into the cheap arm chair at the empty desk. She reached into the box, pulling out a light-up initial, a couple polaroids from old friends, and a yet-to-be-filled candy bowl. It wasn’t much, but she was way more interested in setting up her computer. She browsed through the system, learning the ins and outs, the back doors, changing her screensaver. Minutes flew by, and turned into hours, and soon enough Y/N was slumped over the table, asleep. 

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Light filtered into the FBI Headquarters Building as the sun rose. Hotch settled at his desk and waited for his team to arrive, sifting through case files. Morgan arrived next, then Emily, then JJ, then Garcia, who got busy talking with the team. Finally Rossi and Spencer walked through the elevator, seven coffees in hand. Spencer had everyone’s order, but since they hadn’t met he had to grab all the sugar, creamer, and flavor shots he could bring for the new addition. But she was nowhere to be found. 

“Hey, Garcia?” Reid finally spoke after setting all the drinks down.

“Mhmm?” 

“Do you still have those organic sugars in your office?” He realized that the coffee shop didn’t carry any.

“Oh yeah, yeah, it’s next to the thing. The- uh, jelly- the blue jellyfish.” She thought, waving her hands a little as she did. 

“Alright, got it.” Spencer said. 

He walked down the hall, opening the door and moving towards the ‘blue jellyfish’ totally oblivious to the desk with a sleeping girl at it across the room. He grabbed five sugars, turning around and stopped dead in his tracks. In front of him sat the figure of a girl, one he quickly assumed had to be the very girl he was trying to make coffee for. His eyes darted around the room, trying to piece together exactly why she was here. The boxes, the almost empty cup of cold coffee, she slept at her desk last night. 

He took a shaky breath stepping towards her, and quickly turning the other way and walking out. Spencer nearly ran down the hall, technically a very fast speed-walk, but nonetheless. He dropped the sugars next to the small mountain of creamers, and pivoted towards Garcia, pale. 

“What? Oh my god was I hacked?” She reached out to him. 

“No- Uh, girl. She- slept- um-.” 

“You mean Y/N?” Garcia asked. 

“Uh, yes.” 

“oh, OH.” Garcia took down the hall, leaving the rest of the team to examine the blushing mess that was Spencer Reid. 

Penelope gently shook the new techie.      “Y/N? Y/N!” 

She jolted awake, her face immediately turning the color of a tomato. “I- I am so sorry.”

“Oh no sweetie it’s fine, you’re fine.” Penelope laughed. 

Y/N shuffled up from her seat, smoothing out her clothes and pushing hair from her face. 

“What time is it?”

Garcia looked down at her bright purple watch, “About 8:30 am.”

“Wow I really crashed huh.” Y/N laughed 

“Yeah but you woke up just in time, we’ve got a case!” Garcia went for a high five, thought better of it, and gently patted Y/N on the head. 

She promptly strolled out of the room, the new girl following her. They walked into the bullpen to find Spencer Reid at a desk with his head in his hands and JJ clearly teasing him. He looked up at the sound of Penelope’s heels clicking on the floor. 

He stood and made his way over to the new hire, his face still red, “Hello, I’m Spencer Reid.” He held his hand out, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Uh, hi, Y/N Y/L/N.” She smiled taking his hand, she had no idea of the interaction he had with her earlier. 

For some reason Spencer seemed startled by the reciprocation. “Right yes, nice to meet….” he trailed off as JJ nudged him slightly with her elbow. 

“You already said that Spence.”

Y/N laughed slightly at the interaction, causing Reid to redden further. “It’s fine.” she turned to Garcia, “So we have a case?” she asked, trying to pull attention away from the boy genius. 

“Yes!” Penelope responded giving case files to the others and starting the briefing.

It was typical, simple and straightforward, but Spencer couldn’t focus for the life of him. Seeing how basic the case was, they were “wheels up in ten” just a few minutes later. Y/N stood up, going to make her way back to her joint office. 

“Uh.. Y/N!” Spencer panicked slightly as the girl turned back to him. “I… I like your pin.” he smiled pointing out the Starfleet Insignia on her cardigan. 

“Thanks.” she smiled gently, turning back to the hall. Spencer watched her walk away, silently kicking himself. But he knew this wasn’t his last chance, and he knew where to find her. 

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You alive?

uhhhhhh

no

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New format?

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“All the shine of a thousand spotlights, all the stars that we steal from the night sky,

will never be enough”

Look what I did! The second one didn’t work out quite how I wanted, and I only edited the gifs, I didn’t make them. But I really liked this and I wanted to share it.

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Haha so... funny story

So I wish I could say I was lying but I’m not.

My dad grew up I the same town as a pretty popular actress. He knew her for a good while he thought she was hot all that. Once in high school they were both at this car wash thing, and for some reason or another she wrote/painted on his car. Again he thought she was hot so he wasn’t really that upset and they ended up kissing a lot but he never asked her out and stuff even though he apparently had a huge crush on her. He went on to join the Navy and last time he saw her she was moving to go to an art school for Acting.

Growing up I heard this story a lot, I never knew who the actress was, she was on a tv show I didn’t watch. Then I started watching the show.

Criminal Minds.

Both my parents had already watched most of it so I mentioned that a certain character had shown up. My dad goes “oh yeah I knew her’

Of corse I’m like ‘oh not the one that wrote on your car?’

But yes. It was her.

One Paget Brewster.

My dad made out with Paget Brewster

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Can I get a one shot about a early 20s computer science girl joining the team as a second Garcia, and Reid cant help but fall for her? You know, pretty and full of life, but a nerd that likes robotics and star trek tng etc

This was asked for a while ago, and I’ve started it I just forgot to post this. Love it!

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Out There // Spencer Reid One Shot

Spencer Reid x Reader (mostly platonically) 

Word Count : 1,360 (ish)

Requested: Yes. “Oh! Well, can I ask for a oneshot for Ried, based from season one when Gideon sent his 6 agents into the bomb? Maybe The reader was one of them and really didn't die and it was a cover so she could go into witnesses protection, same as with Emily? But she stayed there like Hotch, but she sent the team a letter after Ried got out of prison and they (Mostly Derek and Ried) are super juiced to hear/see her again? It just ends with a lot of fluff? (Also maybe reader has a thing with animals?)”

Warnings: Lot’s of swearing, explosion, threats, lying, Gideon. SOME SPOLIERS

A/N: I wish I could say that this was long and that’s why it took so long, but I’m not a liar. There were some weird plot holes I had to fix w/ this one, I don’t like challenges, but here we are. I wrote this all tonight so, probably has some errors, but I’m ok with that because I finally figured out and I haven’t stopped since I did. Probably still some big plot holes, for that I- just- oops? Please enjoy. 

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Light filtered in through the curtains in the small New Hampshire home. Spaghetti sauce simmered on the small stove. And the television in the next room over was playing just loud enough so that Y/N could hear it.

“Today FBI agent Spencer Reid was released from prison after being wrongfully convicted-”

The girl’s head perked up at the name. She had been following the case, now it was finally over. He was free.

2003

“Spencer! Give it back!” Y/N jumped, trying to reach the sociology book in her classmate’s hand, extended too far above his head for her to possibly reach.

“Are you sure? I think it’s more fun like this.” He laughed bringing his arm back down.

“Hardy har- how funny.” She glared at him, hiding a smile while looking down at her textbook, “You know you’re gonna make me late to class.”

“You’re right, you’re right. Get going then.” Reid reached up to adjust his shoulder bag.

“See you tonight?” Y/N quickly turned, looking back at him.

“Yeah, definitely.” Spencer smiled, “See you then.”

2004

“Welcome to the BAU.” Jason Gideon extended a hand to the two, “youngest profilers we’ve had to this date.”

“Only the best and the brightest right?” Morgan smirked.

“Uh, what should I call you?” the blond press liaison asked.

“Spencer Reid, and uh Y/N Y/L/N.” the young girl said.

“We have a case.” Unit chief Aaron Hotchner walked through the bullpen and straight into the conference room.

2005

“Gideon, what’s going on?” Y/N looked up from the file she had been reading.

“The Boston Shrapnel Bomber, he’s at a warehouse, and he’s got a hostage.”

“Strauss wants us down there, running operations.” Hotch looked at the team. “There will be several FBI task forces there, and they want us to take charge.”

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“Hotch I’m sending in a team,” Gideon talked into his earpiece. “Tucker, Harris, Richards, Cunningham, Blaise, and Y/L/N, you go in.”

Y/N strapped her bulletproof vest on, pulling her hair up tightly. Removing gun from her holster.

“Be careful in there, Y/N.” Spencer looked towards her, she had always been better than him when it came to guns, but he still wished that he could go in there with her. 

 She only had time to nod before the group continued towards the warehouse.

It smelled like the feeling of copper in your mouth. The whole building creaked, as they charged their way up the the stairs. They stretched around the top floor, where they could each barely see the UNSUB.

“Mr. Bale!” Gideon called from the ground, “You don’t have to do this! We can reach an agreement, you and I. You let that hostage go and I can make sure you don’t end up on death row. Can’t do anything if you’re dead Adrian.”

Y/N took a deep breath, she could feel her heart pounding in her head. It was the only thing she could hear, and the bomber said nothing.

“A sign of good faith Mr. Bale? Show us your hostage, that’s all.”

The UNSUB began to move towards the window, only enough that man he held could be seen.

“Let him go, that’s all we ask.” Gideon raised the megaphone to his mouth once again.”You’re not going to get out of this alive, we have you surrounded on all sides, make your way out of the building and we can discuss your options.”

It all happened in slow motion, Bale dropped is hostage and the bomb. Leaving them behind as he made his way down the stairs and towards the exit. The hostage was too injured to get away, at least four of the six agents staying behind to carry him out. Y/N and Agent Harris followed Bale. They didn’t see the trigger in his hand, none of them. They were almost out when he was. When he locked eyes with Gideon, and he blew it all up.

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Sharp white lights pierced through Y/N’s eyelids. She woke up in a haze, and in pain. Extreme pain. Erin Strauss and Jason Gideon were the only ones present in the hospital room, both clearly stressed.

“Thank God you’re awake.” Stauss ran a hand through her hair.

“W-what happened?” Y/N, glanced at her eldest teammate. Begging for an answer.

“I failed, Bale, he -uh, he detonated.” Gideon didn’t even make eye contact.

“Wh-who got hurt?” silence. “Erin. Who didn’t make it?”

“The other five agents from the warehouse, a- and the hostage.”

The air was sucked from Y/N’s lungs. This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be possible. Six people dead, and she was the only one still alive. It couldn’t be real. She was the youngest agent in the field then, she had the least experience, she should be dead.

“Where’s the rest of the BAU, Gideon?” more silence “God fucking damnit, would someone tell me something. This silent act is doing nobody ANY good.”

“Adrian Bale is an extremely violent individual, and the trial is not over. We have limited idea as to whether he was working alone or not. If he wasn’t, you could be in serious danger. We have reason to believe that he might not have been, and because of this-”

“Strauss?” Y/N interrupted.

“The higher-ups of the Bureau have made the decision to place you into protective custody.” Erin finally brought herself to look the young agent in the eyes. “According to the news, and everyone not in this room, you died in the explosion as well.”

“N- no.” reality began to set in, the doom of the situation. She wasn’t going to see them again. She wasn’t going to see Spencer again. Or JJ. Or Garcia. Or Morgan. Or Hotch. None of them. Suddenly, this was worse. Y/N found herself wishing she had died in that explosion.

“I’m sorry, agent. The decision has already been made. It’s too late.” Strauss gently patted Gideon on the shoulder before walking out.

Present-

Y/N rushed towards her desk, pulling a sheet of paper from a notebook, and the first pen she could find. Years had passed. It was 2015 when the team finally got word that she wasn’t dead. She had made the decision to stay in witness protection after another convict was released, and had sworn vengeance on her. But after both Gideon and Strauss had died, she told what was left of her original team, but that was it.

Because of the BAU’s schedule, and the distance between her and most of their cases, they rarely made contact, but she had to now.

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“Guys? Guys!” Garcia ran through the halls of the Quantico office.

“Garcia, what’s this about?” JJ stepped in her path.

“It- It’s- woah ok, little dizzy, uh- Y/N! It’s Y/N! She sent a letter!” Penelope stumbled a little.

“She did?” JJ laughed, “Oh my god. Spence is in the conference room with Morgan, he came to visit after Spence, you know.”

“Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll get them.”

The door creaked open, neither of them looked good. Both were ridiculously tired, and it showed.

“Boys! Sorry to interrupt, but uh, big news.”

“Baby girl, what is it?” Derek looked even more stressed than before, which, frankly, didn’t seem possible.

“A letter from Y/N.” And just like that the two lit up like Christmas trees, transported back fifteen years when she was still a part of the team.

JJ wasn’t far behind, the four of them crowded around to read the letter. It was basic, lots of apologizing for what had happened and how she wasn’t there, a lot of small talk about how her life was going. But what got to them, really, was her promise to come and visit in the fall. For Halloween.

She had always had the power to make people happy, even in the darkest of times. That was why they had all loved her, why her ‘death’ broke their hearts. Why nothing could make any of them feel sad in that moment, when she was out there, watching, still thinking about them.

And for them, fall couldn’t possibly come any sooner.   

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Stuck// Spencer Reid One Shot

Spencer Reid X PregnantReader

 Word Count: 1,300 ish

Requested: No but this one was half done when I got caught in the tumblr crusade. It’s been pretty difficult to get back into writing but I will. 

Warnings: Not really? There’s some swearing, a little violence. Angst?

A/N: I’m not really proud of this one, I don’t like it. But I want new content on my page and I didn’t know what else to do with this. I really like the concept of this one so if you read this and like the concept I encourage you guys to rewrite it in your own way! I won’t be offended and I’d be really excited to read them! Also if you made it this far in the a/n kudos to you, look for the H. H. Holmes easter egg in this. 

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“Edward Owens, once again, this is the FBI, we have you surrounded. Release your hostages.”

“This isn’t working, Hotch. I’m going in.” Spencer holstered his gun.

“Reid, you can’t.” Prentiss took a step towards him as we walked away.

“There’s a child in there,” He didn’t even look back.

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Rossi, JJ, Garcia, and Y/N sat in the Scottsdale Police Station, reviewing the profile, when Rossi’s phone rang.

The group quieted, “JJ and I will be right over.” Rossi stuffed his phone in his pocket, “There’s a hostage situation, they have the bank surrounded.”

“Who are the hostages?” JJ asked standing.

“Three women, five men, and a child.” He said.

“Why do they need backup?” JJ questioned Rossi once again.

“There have been, uh, complications.”

“Oh my god, Spencer went in there didn’t he?” Y/N stood, clutching her stomach slightly. Only silence followed, “Rossi?”

“Yes, he did.”

“Oh lord.” Penelope said in a hushed tone.

“Then I’m coming with you.” Y/N began to reach for her bag.

JJ immediately intervened, “No, Y/N, You are not cleared to be in the field.”

“No way I’m staying here!” She shook her head, “I’m not on maternity leave, I’m at work, which means I should be working. As in helping the father of my child while he’s inside a bank with a serial killer.” She continued past the other agents and out the door.

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“What is she doing here?” Morgan said as the arriving team climbed out of the SUV.

“You know we couldn’t stop her.” Rossi sighed, “Who’s the UNSUB?”

“Edward Xavier Owens, we had Garcia run a background check while you were driving.” Hotch answered, “Had lots of petty crimes, and exhibited possible signs of the MacDonald triad, in his teenage years, but he seemed to stop when he met his wife right out of high school. The stressor was about four months ago, she got in a car crash, it killed her and their unborn child.”

A gunshot rang out from inside the bank. The entire team flinched. Y/N Stared straight ahead, paralyzed.

“That’s a hell of a tough break,” Rossi continued the conversation, “Has he made any requests?”

“He just wants us to leave him alone.” Morgan finally looked away from Y/N, rejoining the conversation.

“Then what’s the plan?” JJ asked.

“As of right now, we don’t have one.” Hotch began to pass out wires to the remainder of his team.

“I-I could go in.” Y/N finally spoke.

“Absolutely not.” Morgan said immediately.

“No, no, this could work, Morgan.” She relaxed slightly, looking at him. “If he lost his pregnant wife, what are the chances you think he’d hurt one running in?”

The entire team stood in silence, they knew she was right, but none of them wanted a member in that bank. Let alone two. She looked around the group, quickly thrusting the earpiece back into Hotch’s hand.

“I have to try.” Y/N locked eyes with the unit chief, “This may be our best shot.”

Hotch turned to address Morgan specifically, “She’s right.”

“Yes, she is.” Y/N spoke again, beginning to take off her bulletproof vest.

Morgan and JJ looked at each other, Reid would never forgive any of them, not if she got hurt. Nonetheless, it seemed there was nothing they could do but watch. Hotch gave Y/N the rundown of what she could or couldn’t do in that bank. She was under strict instructions to act as if she didn’t know Spencer. They would give him exactly one minute’s notice that they were sending in an armed undercover agent, then it was up to her.

“Y/N, you ready?” Hotch asked. He was worried, they all were.

“Uh, yeah.” She straightened up.

She began to run, other officers ‘tried’ to stop her. They all knew she couldn’t just walk in unchallenged.

“Ma’am!”

“Where is he?” She burst through the door, “Wh-where..” She trailed, her eyes falling onto the group of hostages. She sprinted to the closest guy in there, he was her age, or at least looked it. They sent her in with a silver wedding band in case the most convenient hostage wasn’t married.

“Are you okay?” Y/N fell to her knees, hugging the hostage in front of her, she grasped his hand. “I’m FBI, I need you to play along.” She whispered, she gently slipped the ring on him.

“Who is this?” The UNSUB got angry fast, “Tell me who this bitch is!”

Y/N turned quickly, shielding her “husband”. She put her hands up in surrender, “I- I’m his wife.”

Edward froze, lowering his gun, “H-his wife, you two…”

Spencer finally realized exactly what was happening, fear rose throughout him, the love of his life stared straight into the eyes of a psychopath. “L-let them go!” Reid shouted pushing against his restraints.

“Shut up! Shut the hell up!” The UNSUB, turned pointing his gun at the agent.

“Please, please, I- I just want him home safe.” Y/N began to cry, the acting classes she took in high school were finally paying off.

The gun went off again, putting a small hole in the floor between Y/N and Reid. He rubbed his temple, turning back to the pregnant girl on the cold bank floor.

“How do I know- that you- you’re not an-” his eyes focused suddenly on the bump under her shirt, finally recognizing it. “How- how far along are you?

“Uh, twenty weeks.” Y/N looked up at him, seeing his slight confusion, “second trimester.”

“Boy or girl?” Owens froze, tears filling his eyes a little. He was clearly incapacitated by the suddenness of the situation.

This was good, but that didn’t stop Spencer from losing his mind as he sat silently watching his fiancé use herself as bait.

“Girl, they think, it’s uh not really clear but, the doctors said that they were pretty sure it’s gonna be a girl.” Y/N smiled at the hostage next to her, gently squeezing his hand, struggling, he managed a smile in return. And that was enough, the UNSUB began to question all of his motives.

“Get out,” He breathed, “You- you shouldn’t be here, so go.”

“I’m not leaving without my husband.” Y/N cried harder. Reid could feel his heart about to burst out of his chest, he could taste blood in his mouth from biting his tongue so hard that he didn’t scream.

Owens inched forward towards the bump, gently reaching his hand down. His eyes shut as the baby kicked just a little. As he did he began to disregard the gun. Which gave Y/N a split second, and she took it.

Reaching up quickly to grab the small handgun secured to the top of her thigh under her yellow floral dress. She slid to the side, kicking his gun out of reach. She rolled slightly to give her the momentum to stand.

“Edward Owens, you are under arrest for the murders of Clarence Mudgett, Webster Cunningham, and Vincent Herman.”  And just like that the police and agents alike flooded into the bank lobby, guns raised. Rossi’s first task was to cut the zip ties Spencer was restrained with. And in turn, Reid’s first task was to get to Y/N. Wrapping his arms around her as he possibly could without hurting her. Shooting a piercing glare at Hotch, because he was the only one who had the authority to let her in there.

“Wh-what? No. No!” Owens struggled against the officers leading him out of the building. “You’re a fed! You filthy bitch!”

“Shhhh, honey you’re okay, you did everything right.” Spencer smoothed her hair down, as she clung to him. “I’ve got you.”

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Let me explain

To all of my followers, I apologize for not having any new content. As you may have seen my blog had been marked as explicit and it took a while for it to get fixed. I will try now to get to all requests and get back into writing.

Thank you, my friends♥️