“Society wants to believe it can identify evil people or bad or harmful people but it’s not practical. There are no stereotypes.” - serial killer Ted Bundy


Alright since some of you asked I decided to make a list of all the murderers I have included in this collage

(from the top left)

FIRST ROW: Myra Hindley, Barry Loukaitis, Charles Manson, James Holmes, Jake Bird, Jared Lee Loughner, Virpi Butt, Pedro Lopez

SECOND ROW: Anthony Sowell, Alexander Bychkov, Berkeley Allitt, Ed Gein, Dylan Klebold, Paul John Knowles, Charles Starkweather, Anders Breivik

THIRD ROW: Robert Hansen, Andrei Chikatilo, Ian Brady, Ottis Toole, Harold Shipman, Aileen Wuornos, Matthew Heikkila, Mikhail Popkov

FOURTH ROW: John Wayne Gacy, Richard Chase, Jesse Osbourne, Carl Panzram, Ted Bundy, Andrew Conley, Paul Bernando, Fritz Haarmann

FIFTH ROW: Eric Harris, Nannie Doss, Alexander Pichushkin, Brenda Spencer, Luis Garavito, Anton Lundin Pettersson

SIXTH ROW: Michael Eric Ballard, Timothy McVeigh, Sean Vincent Gillis, Elliot Rodger, Stephen Paddock, Pekka-Eric Auvinen

SEVENTH ROW: Andre Crawford, Patrick Wayne Kearney, Jodi Arias, Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, Randy Stair, Richard Ramirez

EIGHTH ROW: Dylann Roof, Rosemary West, Dennis Rader, Anthony Kirkland, Ed Kemper, Matti Saari, Paul Durousseau, Jeffrey Dahmer

NINTH ROW: Albert Fish, Kip Kinkel, Mohammed Bijeh, Charles Whitman, Tehi Tervashonka, David Berkowitz, Westley Allan Dodd, Edward Charles Allaway

TENTH ROW: Gordon Northcott, Henry Lee Lucas, Dennis Nilsen, William Bonin, Omar Mateen, Steven Grieveson, Vera Renczi, Seung-Hui Cho

ELEVENTH ROW: Gary Ridgway, TJ Lane, Karla Homolka, Colin Ireland, H.H. Holmes, Lonnie David Franklin Jr., Adam Lanza, Larry Eyler

Alexander Spencer Reid

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader who’s heavily pregnant with their baby, an unsub captures her and when she’s found, Spencer has to deliver their baby because there’s no time to get to a hospital. @coveofmemories


Cabin fever. 

So much cabin fever.

You’d been on bedrest for the past two weeks and the team, per Spencer’s instructions, wouldn’t even let you get involved with the case. They said you needed rest. No, you needed to be occupied. You still had about a week to go before your due date and you were losing your fucking mind. 

Well, you weren’t going to work. Weren’t allowed. So you decided to get dressed, with hopefully matching shoes (couldn’t see your feet anymore and frankly didn’t care) and go for a walk down the street to the diner.

Once you got outside the building, you made your way to the diner. They had pancakes. The baby wanted pancakes. As you made your way down the street, you saw the smiling faces of the random people that you lived near; they were probably laughing at the fact that at this stage in your pregnancy you were waddling like a penguin. “Pick a name yet?” the old man asked. Giuseppe Aguanno was always going down to the diner, so whenever you went yourself, you’d run into him. He’d been a neighbor of Spencer’s for years, so you both knew him very well.

“No, not yet,” you replied, turning into the ATM to grab some cash. “Gonna wait until the birth. Then we’ll make a decision.” You placed your hand on your stomach and felt the baby kick. “I’ll see you down at the diner in a few. Save me and the baby a seat.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” he smiled, turning away and walking down the street and out of your line of vision. After taking your cash and placing it in your wallet, you walked out of the vestibule and back toward the diner, when all of a sudden, you felt someone come out of the alleyway and grab you around the stomach. The barrel of a gun was at your back.

“Come quietly or your baby dies.”


“Giuseppe?” Spencer said, walking out to the hallway where Penelope said he had a visitor. “Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know,” he said shakily. “I ran into your lovely wife this morning. She was getting money from the ATM on Washington and we were going to meet at the diner. She said to save her a seat.”

“And she didn’t show?” Spencer asked worriedly. That wasn’t like her. She never passed up an opportunity to spend time with the little old man that lived in the building next to them. Giuseppe shook his head. “Okay, stay here for a second. I need to tell my team, but I’d like you to take me back to the last place you saw her.”

Spencer turned around and sprinted toward the conference room, breathless. “Something wrong?” Hotch asked, noticing Spencer’s concerned look.

“One of my neighbors is out in the hallway, he said he ran into Y/N this morning and she said she’d meet him at the diner, but she never showed.” She was one week from delivering their baby. He could be overreacting, but he had to make sure. “I asked him to stay so he could take us to where he last saw her.”

“Let’s go,” Hotch said. Everyone ran toward the elevators like their lives depended on it.


“This is where I saw her last,” Giuseppe said, pointing toward the vestibule. Morgan looked inside while the rest of the team looked around in other areas. 

“Over here!” Spencer screamed, crouching down in the alleyway a block before the diner. When everyone came over, they saw something shining in Spencer’s hand. “Her wedding ring,” he said, now convinced that something had happened to her. “She dropped it on purpose. For me to find.”

“How do you know?” Emily asked, searching around for another clue. “How can you tell?”

“Because,” he started, “she normally had a ring fitter inside the band because it was slightly too big, but with the pregnancy weight it started to fit perfectly. She could literally shake her hands around and it wouldn’t fly off. The only reason it came off is because she took it off. We need to look and see if she’s dropped anything else.”

Frantically, they searched around for clues. It didn’t look like she’d dropped anything else, so they contacted Garcia and told her to locate her cell phone. They had to hope the unsub that had her was naive enough to not have disposed of her cell phone.

They had to find her. He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t lose his baby before he even had a chance for them to meet.


When you woke up, you immediately looked down to see your hands and legs were tied to a chair.

A kick. You felt a kick. The baby was okay.

Your head snapped back as a hand cracked across your face. “Where is the bomb?” he screamed. The man couldn’t have been older than 30. Buzz cut. Tall stance. He looked like a military man. Recently discharged? 

“I don’t have one!” you screamed. “I don’t know!” Again, he cracked you across the face and looked like he was going to go for your stomach. “Please! Don’t hurt my baby!” You had no way out of this. None of your limbs were free. All you could do was beg. 

“Then tell me where the bomb is!” He stormed around the room. Given his outbursts and seeming loss of reality, you could only guess that he was a former military man in charge of interrogations overseas. Somehow a pregnant woman had imprinted on him and now that he was back, he had PTSD and thought he was back there. You could feel your cell phone underneath you - the only hope of being found was right beneath you. 

When you looked down, you saw a rip in your jeans. That’s right. You passed out from the pain after he cut you. “Please,” you sobbed, trying in vain to reach out for the baby. “Don’t hurt my baby.”

A third crack across the face brought the metallic taste of blood. “Step away from the woman!” you heard Hotch scream. As the man lifted his hand yet again, a shot rang out. He was on the floor - a bullet between the eyes. 

“Y/N!” Spencer cried, pushing past Hotch to get to you. He collapsed in front of you on his knees and caressed your cheeks. “Are you okay? Is the baby okay?”

“I can still feel it kicking,” you cried, as Emily, JJ and Morgan cut you out of your restraints. “Where are we? It looks like we’re outside the city.”

“We are,” Rossi said. “He drove you 40 miles out. It’s dead out here.” Testing your legs, you stood up and felt your legs turn to jelly. “We have to get you to a hospital,” he said. 

With Spencer’s help, you stood up again only to feel a warm liquid leak down your leg. “Oh no,” you muttered, your knees giving out from underneath you. “Not now. Please not now.”

Immediately, Spencer’s eyes turned from relieved to concerned. “Your water broke?” he cracked. “How far out is the ambulance?”

Hotch checked his watch. “At least 20 minutes. We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“Ahhhhh!!!” you screamed, clutching your stomach as you felt what had to be an intense contraction. Again, Spencer’s demeanor did a 180. Months ago, he’d joked that he memorized a birthing manual just in case you went into labor in the field. Little did you know that he was actually going to need that information. 

Spencer combed his hands through his hair and turned toward the rest of the team. “Morgan I saw a stream outside. Find something and get water.” Morgan turned around to look for something. “Coat first.” Confused, Morgan pulled off his coat and then found a couple of buckets and ran outside for water. “Everyone else, I need your coats.” 

As the tremors of another contraction ripped through your body, Spencer laid the coats on the floor. With Hotch’s help, the two of them lifted you onto the coats. “We’re going to be doing this here,” he said, undoing your jeans and pulling them down your body as Emily draped Spencer’s coat over your legs. 

“Fuck!” you screamed, another contraction cresting. He looked underneath the coat. Apparently, you were fully dilated. Finally, Morgan returned with water. You had no idea what it was actually for, but fuck it, it didn’t matter. 

“JJ,” Spence said, pointing towards your head, “Prop her head up and most importantly let her grab your hand as she screams bloody murder.” If you weren’t internally panicking, you would’ve laughed. JJ moved underneath you, grabbing your hand and cradling your head. 

“You can do this,” she said, somewhat unconvincingly. Everyone else was staring at you in a panic. God, this was not what you imagined for the birth of your first child.

Spencer took a deep breath and you looked down. “Y/N, you are fully dilated. The next contraction I need you to push. Okay?” 

“Oh fuck,” you said, closing your eyes and letting the tears fall onto JJ’s jeans. “I’m scared. I can’t do this out here. What if something happens to the baby? What if…”

“You can do it,” he said. “You are the strongest woman I know. Next contraction, push.” 

“Ooooooh! Fuck!” you cried out, bearing down with all of your might. You felt the baby move. Oh my god, this was the most painful thing in the entire fucking world. Spencer counted 10 and told you to stop, instructing you on how to breath. The panic made everything you knew about birthing a baby fly out the window.

About 20 seconds passed before the next contraction hit. As you pushed and screamed, Emily and Hotch kneeled down next to you, doing their best to comfort you. When you stopped screaming, Morgan piped up, his finger in his ear. “Man, you sure have a set of lungs, Y/N.”

Your head snapped in his direction. Reaching out, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “I have a full grown person tearing its way out of my vagina right now and from what I can tell it’s halfway in and halfway out! WHAT DO YOU EXPECT FROM ME!? AHHHHHH!”

“Push!” Spencer screamed. “Keep going! The baby’s almost out!” You bore down as much as you possibly could, feeling the baby exit your body and into Spencer’s waiting arms. “It’s a boy,” he cried, placing him on your stomach.

You started sobbing as your baby boy was placed in your arms. He was so beautiful. You barely even noticed when Spencer sterilized his pocket knife to cut the cord. As Spencer came to your side and kissed your forehead, you saw the flashing blue and red lights. “You okay?” he asked, looking down at your son. 

“In pain, but I’m great. Look at him,” you smiled. “What should we name him?”

“Alexander?” he proposed. “Defender of men?”

“Just like his daddy,” you smiled, kissing him before the EMT’s came to put you on a stretcher. “Alexander Spencer Reid.”

Alexander and Olivia had been texting back and forth, saying hi to each other in the hallways at school, calling each other at night. Sometimes they studied together. That day, though, Olivia had asked him if he wanted to go see a movie with her.

“Like, just to hang out?” He asked.

“Actually, no.” Olivia said, shyly. It was the first time Alexander had seen her like that. It gave him some confidence. “Like, as a date.”

OH.” He replied.

Breaking... Ch. 16


Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

A/N: This chapter was gonna be much longer but I relaized I should make it two parts because there is a lot going on. I hope you like it!

Wordcount: 3510

Warnings: Uh cursing I think is the only one…wow maybe bad french since I don’t speak it, I just take it sooooo

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Breaking Pace

You poked at the fire, it’s just as cold this winter as it had been the last. But that only meant one things for you, Philip Hamilton’s coming home. The Christmas season has come upon everyone, this is actually the first Christmas you’ll spend with them and you’re realizing how different things are with the holiday in this era. However, some things are still the same, like the singing. You Eliza walked through town together, which was the first time you’d actually walked through the city. You didn’t do much, just picked up some things for the upcoming dinner. While you were out you saw countless numbers of people singing and you were honestly amazed at the sheer amount. New York City was still New York City, no matter what time period. You missed it, the kids kept you busy sure but you never did get used to how quiet it was so far from the hustle and bustle of city life. If you closed your eyes and listened to everything around you, you felt like you were back home. Sitting by your window sill in your third floor apartment that you shared with Anna. You always felt conflicted over whether you wanted to go back to that or not. All of your friends and family were back in the twenty-first century but…the love of your life was here. Not only him but all the new friends you’d made. There was no win, no matter what happened you’d lose something and every time you thought about that you’d stop and listen. In the city you had the best of both worlds. You liked it up there and the singing wasn’t the only thing you noticed. Presents. Oh, the bane of this world, giving people gifts. It’s always fun to do it but the process of finding them is extremely frustrating most of the time. And you were in a different position than most. Alex and Eliza always asked if you’d like compensation for working but you always turned them down. They were already giving you more than enough so there was never a need for that. Now though, you were starting to see the appeal of it. You had nothing to give, at least physically you didn’t. Which is why you made a little deal with Eliza and Angie, but that comes in to play later. You heard a stampede of footsteps trot down the stairs and looked up to find all the children rushing down them. You quickly got up and went over to them.

“Hey, hey, hey now! No running down the stairs! You guys could get hurt!” AJ had a huge grin on his face.

“I’ll go get Father and Mother! They’ll be so happy!” AJ turned to run down the hall toward the study. What the hell’s going on? Johnny noticed your confused expression and explained.

“There’s a carriage…Philip is here early!” He said joyfully. WHAT?! He’s here! He wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow morning! Oh God, do I look okay? Do I have ashes on my apron? Oh, why do I fucking care?! I’m a maid! You smoothed out your dress and saw Eliza and Alex rushing into the main room, AJ close behind.

“My son is back from working hard! I’m so excited!” Alex chimed in while Eliza simply jumped around happily. Everyone crowded around the door as the sound of carriage wheels got louder and louder until they stopped out front. Ugh, I love that sound! You stayed in the middle of the room. I’ll write a letter to Philip every day. I’ve kept his room clean while he was away. Wait for him. The door finally opened, you hear him but you couldn’t see him, everyone was standing in the way but you heard it, among all the words buzzing around you heard it.

“I missed you all so much!” He still sounded as chipper as ever, it made your heart skip a beat. I’m willing to wait for him… The kids parted from him, Eliza and Alex moved to stand by his side. There he was.  My Philip Hamilton… He was wearing an extra jacket because of the cold and he was wearing a hat, that was new at least. What is up with that feather though?! He stopped in his tracks when he saw you and you could almost swear time itself stopped with him. He didn’t move but a smile creeped up onto his face. You weren’t ashamed to admit that a few stray tears escaped your eyes. You took a cautious step forward, your hand reaching out, he did the same. You shook your hesitation away and busted out into a full sprint towards him. He met you halfway. You slammed into him and hugged him with all your strength.

“Come on Star, I’ve only been gone for a few months!” He joked.

“Shut up, Sunny. Let me have this!” He laid his hand on the back of your head and the other on the middle of your back.

“I’ve missed you…so much.” He whispered, you nodded into his shoulder.

“How do you think I feel?” You laughed. The two of you stood there for a moment, not moving, just taking in the pleasure of being close, which you haven’t been for almost five months. When you did pull away you looked up at his ridiculous hat and plucked it off his head.

“Are we in France now? Why on Earth would you wear this?” You tried to joke to stop yourself from crying so much, he looked at you with the same fake offense that you loved.

“Excuse you, I look wonderful in this hat! What? Do you have a thing against France now?”

“I’m not against France, I’m just no Thomas Jefferson. I swear Philly, if you do that thing we are-“

“Ah, mais Mademoiselle! Te yeux, elles avaient faire mal moi! Mon coeur, il vais te amour! Ma petite chou, s’il vous plait, qu’est que je dois te dire?”

“Philip, I have no idea what you just said to me but I think you called me a cabbage at some point and I am honestly very offended by this!”

“Your lack of culture offends me! I’ll have you know that my uncle gave this to me, so yes it is from France!”

“You have an uncle in France?” You asked.

“Well, he’s a kind of uncle. Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette…we just call him uncle Laf!” OMG I’M TAKING THIS HORSE BY THE REINS! MAKING REDCOATS REDDER WITH BLOOD STAINS LAFAYETTE!! Alexander laughed at the name.

“His name is too long; the children call him ‘Laf’ because when Philip was a toddler he couldn’t even pronounce Lafayette!” Eliza smiled nostalgically.

“Aww, I remember that!” Philip shook his head disapprovingly.

“Anyways, I look great in this hat.”

“I think it’s a little too big; you need a few more months!” You handed it back to him. Your face is too nice to hide it under a hat, how else am I supposed to count your freckles? Philip raised an eyebrow to match his sly smile.

“Oh? So I have a nice face? And what was that? You count my freckles?” Damn it! I need to stop saying my thoughts out loud!

“Um, no?” You tried to deny.

“Uh huh, sure you don’t.” He chuckled.

“Ugh, I have to help prepare for dinner!”

“You can deny it all you want but I’m not the only one who sees it!” He jabbed, you rolled your eyes and started to walk towards the kitchen. You always felt weird around the other maids since none of them lived on the property, since they had their own families, and they were all much older than you. The oldest one looked like she was in her mid to late fifties but you thought it would be rude to ask.  Just as you approached the door, Alex called out to you. You turned to see him jogging over to you, holding some sort of envelope in his hand. He stopped and held it to you. You took it and realized it was a letter it looked off to you, most likely because you couldn’t tell who it was from.

“I just checked the mail, it might from Philip before he left.” He chuckled before leaving to back and talk with his son. You looked back at it and you were sure it wasn’t from Philip. You popped off the seal and looked at the letter inside.

Dear Y/N,

             Hello, it’s been a while. I haven’t been able to send letters due to how busy I have been. If you could not tell already, this is Rachel. Cato and I are doing wonderful, busy but wonderful nonetheless. We have set ourselves up a home close to New Jersey, I hope to see you soon but as I said I have been far too busy to do much of anything. But with that in mind, I have good news! I’ve recently given birth to two wonderful little boys. John Hercules Spencer and Alexander Titan Spencer. My surname is Sky because of my being a bastard but I went by Spencer for years to hide that. My children will have to do the same in order to thrive in this judgmental world but I am hopeful. Someday, things will be easier for them. Cato has lovingly dubbed them Herc and Titan, they’ll be wonderful no matter who the end up being. Did you catch the name? Titan, it’s you my dear friend! Titania, Titan, sounds quite nice don’t you think? I believe so. They are truly beautiful; they have their father’s skin but my eyes. Actually, oddly enough they both have a mess of freckles across their faces. They remind me very much of Philip and Angie because of that. I remember Alexander, Mr. Hamilton, told me that my father had those freckles. I do not remember him much but that I do. I’m glad my children share something with him because I know my father would be very proud of me. Not a single time did Alexander talk about my father and not mention his thoughts on me. He truly did love my mother; he was married because of his family. Even though my father only knew me for a short time, he adored me. I feel as though somehow he knew; he knew I would be the one to carry out his legacy. And I shall, I plan to speak out against slavery, for the sake of my love and my children. I will do anything for them and these atrocities need to be put to rest. I’d prefer it done peacefully but that does not seem to be an option, although I will try. I wish you could write back to me, do not fear though, I will try to see you as soon as I can. That probably will not be for some time though with how troublesome my children already seem to be. They don’t seem to cry but they never sleep and like to keep their poor mother up all night. They are so happy to be in this world; I shall always be here for them. My mother couldn’t be around so I swear I shall be for them. I’ll do whatever it takes, probably make a million mistakes. But I’ll make the world safe and sound for them. They will come of age with this young nation. I’ll bleed and fight for them, make it right for them. I will lay a strong enough foundation, I’ll pass it onto them and give the world to them. And let me tell you now, they will blow us all away someday. I cannot wait for you to meet them. Until time allows us to meet once more.

Your friend, R.S

             You were incredibly happy; you were so glad that she was well. And she has children now! The idea that those kids will face hardship made you sad but you knew it would work out for the best. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and you couldn’t have asked for a better gift than that. You wondered what these next few days will bring.

             This is it! Oh god I’m nervous! Alex and Eliza called you all down on Christmas morning. You, Eliza and Angie have been practicing for a whole month, you were so glad that they wanted to help you with this. All the children ran into the main room, holding cushions and using them to sit on the floor. Eliza decided to have all the children be given their presents first. Your favorite reaction was Johnny’s when he got new sheet music. He literally cried. You thought you should go next but Alex stopped you.

“Actually Titania, Eliza and I have something for you, the children do as well. Do you mind if we all go first?” He asked.

“Oh, you all didn’t have to get me anything! Oh that’s so sweet!” You couldn’t help but give a sheepish smile. They really didn’t have to do that! Johnny was the first to stand up. He hid his face in his cravat and made his words muffled.

“I…um, mama told me what your gift is so I have an idea for that…” He sat back down and you were already intrigued, so was everyone else. Before you could question him about what that meant Jamie stood and handed a large sheet of paper.

“Turn it around.” He instructed and you did so, you couldn’t believe your eyes. You saw a black and white sketch, your own face staring back at you. It was a beautifully done portrait, it must’ve taken him days to do.

“Oh, Jamie! I love it! It’s beautiful! I’m so proud of you!” You pulled him into a hug and ruffled his hair. He snorted and once you pulled away, AJ was standing with a proud smile on his face.

“I have to go grab mine! I’ll be right back!” He ran out of the room and into the dining room. You raised an eyebrow and you could Eliza holding back a giggle. He soon came running back into the room, holding some kind of tray. He approached you and you finally saw what it was. It was a small cake; you’ve only seen it once or twice in this era but not had it. Although Alex did say that John Adams probably won the election with cake bribery. “Cooking is science so I thought it would be the best decision to make this for you! I’m proud of the whipped cream myself!” He smiled widely.

“You…you used your talents for good instead of evil! AJ this is the best gift you could ever give me! I love it!” He handed you the tray and told you to try it later. Angie walked over to her parents and put her hands on her hips.

“I helped with this last year! So I hope you like it!” Both her and Eliza went over to you and locked arms with you.

“What’s going?” You asked nervously.

“You’ll have to come with us to get it! We’ll be right back boys!” Eliza cooed. They lead you down the hallway and into Alex and Eliza’s room, they closed the door behind you. Eliza walked over to her wardrobe and opened the door, quickly pulling some things out of it. Your eyes widened. “Mulligan said he took your measurements last year and decided to make something for you. Alexander, Angie and I all helped with the design. We think you’ll like it!”

“Put it on, put it on!” Angie jumped excitedly.

“Yes, undress please. I am very eager to see how this looks! I shall help you put it on.”

“Eliza, you don’t have to do that! I’m the maid here!” You interjected, she waved your comment off.

“Nonsense! You are a very dear friend and I consider you my own daughter so I will help you with this!” She insisted, you eventually gave in and undressed, allowing Eliza to help you with an actual corset.

‘Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!” You let out as she tightened the laces to the back.

“You haven’t gotten the chance to wear a proper dress in a long time, don’t worry you’ll get used to it again.” I’ve never actually worn a real corset Eliza! She finished putting all the garments on you and helped you step into the cover. You pulled your arms through the sleeves and Eliza buttoned the back for you. You could feel the weight from the ruffling gathered up around your lower back.

“Okay, are you ready to see it?” Angie asked sweetly. You nodded and the led you over to Eliza’s full length mirror, once you saw yourself, you froze.

“Originally, it was meant to be a ball gown, but Alexander said that it might suit you better to wear something more casual.” Eliza informed. The dress was, as Eliza said, very casual. You could see someone wearing this to go visit a friend or to have tea, but it was nothing short of beautiful.

“I picked out the color! It’s the same color I wore when we first met!” Angie said proudly. It was a soothing lavender color with black and dark purple floral patterns along the trim, fading out into the actual skirt and bodice. The dress stopped at your ankles so you could see your old, dark boots peeking out from under it. The sleeves stopped at your elbows and the neckline was a little low but not so much that you felt uncomfortable. The actual heavy ruffles were the most intricate part, the fabric started at your stomach but draped down to your knees and came up to sit on your lower back, a waterfall of purple falling out of it.

“You look gorgeous, TT!” Angie exclaimed.

“I might want to keep this dress under lock and key, don’t want any boys trying to pester you now do we? Oh, what am I saying? You’re always beautiful! This dress just shows you what we all see!” Eliza commented. Beautiful? You certainly felt it, you felt like you could dazzle a room full of people. “Oh! Let me take that head cloth, that will really complete this!” She untied the cloth keeping your hair out of your face and handed it to Angie.  There was a collective silence for a moment as Eliza and Angie nodded in approval.

“Come on! We have to show everyone!” Angie tugged on your arms, before you could even get a word in, they were already pushing out of the room.

“Alright, I shall go out first and introduce the two of you!” Eliza skipped down the hall and into the main you room while Angie and yourself stopped at the archway, hiding behind the wall so no one would see you. From in the room you heard Eliza. “Everyone! I have something I would like all of you to see!”

“What exactly is going on here mother?” You heard Philip ask. Angie held in a squeal.

“Patience Philip! Now everyone, give it up for the Hamilton girls! Titania and Angie!” You heard Alex and give a short ‘woohoo!’ and some applause. The Hamilton girls? Before you could think about that any more, Angie was leading you out, strutting into the room. You saw everyone look at the two of you and they cheered, everyone except Philip. For a second you worried that he might not like the dress but as got closer to him, you saw the look in his eyes. He was star-struck. By the time you made it back to where you were in the group originally, Philip was staring up at you from his seat, eyes wide and mouth open slightly. “These girls are the most beautiful roses this family could ever hope to see!” Eliza smiled.

“Yeah! We’re beautiful but if anyone tries to mess with us, they get the thorns!” Angie stuck out her tongue. You couldn’t help but giggle at the statement paired with her enthusiasm. AJ leaned over toward Philip and snapped his fingers in his face, brining Philip out of his dreamlike state. He shook his head and blinked a few times.

“What happened? Where am I? What year is it?” Philip joked, a blush spreading across his face. He stood up stepped in front of you, scratching his cheek nervously. “You…you um, you look really…Wow…” He said passionately.

“Wow? Is that the proper adjective?” You asked, trying to ignore how hot your face felt with him staring at you. Why does he have to be so adorable?

“It is now…Because wow, you look incredible… Although I do have a complaint.” He crossed his arms and you raised an eyebrow

“Oh you do now?” You asked sarcastically.

“Yes, I don’t like your hair in your face. It makes it hard to see your eyes!”

Baby Genius

Anonymous: Hey can you do an imagine with Spencer x Reader where y/n is part of the BAU with three PhDs in psychology, sociology and anthropology- and is married to Spencer but is on maternity leave but gets a call from Penelope to come in to keep her company as it’s a tough case, so y/n brings along baby Alexander and afterwards when the team comes back, Boy Genius is reunited with his Girl Genius & Baby Genius

Originally posted by toyboxboy

The night sky twinkled, scattered in illuminating stars as she pulling up outside the familiar building. The biting wind whispered through the crack in her car window, speaking to Y/N while she leaned over to the passenger seat, carefully lifting Alexander from his baby seat.

As she made her way into the tall building she was quickly greeted by Penelope, whose eyes shone at the sight of her godson.

“Oh my goodness! I knew baby genius would make everything feel better.” She squealed, extending her arms to cuddle the fragile bundle of joy.

“Nice to see you too,” Y/N joked as she handed Alex over to Penelope while they made their way to the elevator and through to Penelope’s brightly coloured office. When Y/N entered her office she was met by numerous baby toys and play mats scattered across the floor.

“Wow, Pen! I hope you realise he isn’t even 2 months old yet,” Y/N grinned, inspecting the large smile on Penelope’s face as she cuddled Alexander.

“That doesn’t stop me from having fun,” Penelope joked, her glowing eyes fixated on the small baby. Y/N smiled sweetly, inching towards the joyful pair. Her slender fingers gently stroked his, already, curly hair while Penelope kissed his tiny fingers.

“How can something so small make me so happy,” Penelope gushed, sitting in her office chair as he fingers danced across Alexander’s.

“I have no idea, I still can’t wrap my head around it.” Y/N replied, perching against Penelope’s desk. Penelope smiled, glancing up at Y/N with radiant eyes.

“How’s Spencer?” She asked, inspecting Y/N’s wide eyes as they lit up at the sound of his name.

“He’s perfect with him, I’ve never seen him so content. He can’t wait until he can show Alex magic tricks but for now he reads him a lot of quantum physics to get him to sleep.” Y/N laughed but her heart fluttering at the thought of her boy genius.

“Quantum physics? No wonder the little man goes to sleep.” The two giggled, beaming at the blissful boy.

“When are they getting home?” Y/N questioned, cradling her baby boy with on arm while warming her other hand on the coffee mug in front of her.

“I don’t know,” Spencer mumbled, a smile possessing his buoyant face. In response, Y/N grinned widely, placing her coffee down and turning to face the doctor. As the two hugged, exchanging subtle kisses, the rest of the team shadowed Spencer, eye’s glistening at the young boy. Spencer gently took Alexander from his wife, stroking his cheeks as Alexander’s face shone at the sight of Spencer.

“Come on, pretty boy. When’s it my turn?” Derek jested, raising his eyebrows at the doctor. While the team took it in turns to embrace the baby genius, Spencer’s finger interlocked with Y/N’s as he kissed her forehead gently. Eventually, Alexander was returned to Spencer who held his son close to his chest.

“Let’s get you home, Al.”



Anonymous: Req where Spencer and y/n are married with a baby boy and a psychopath abducts them (reader and baby Alexander) and taunts Spencer and the BAU

Originally posted by i-kill-u-in-my-mind

Spencer hunched over the chair in Penelope’s office, silent tears rolling down his frozen face while the computer’s light enhanced the stress-induced dark circles around his eyes. Penelope glanced at the broken man, her eyes possessed with sadness.

“Spencer, they’ll be okay.” Penelope cooed, placing a comforting hand on Spencer’s arm but he didn’t even flinch, attention fixated on numerous possibilities of Y/N and Alexander. Suddenly, the change on the computer monitor drew Spencer from his agonising thoughts.

“Oh lord,” Penelope gasped, rushing to get the other agents. A live stream dominated the computer screen, revealing to Spencer his worst nightmare. Y/N was passed out in the background, bruised, bloody face pressed against the concrete floor. However, a masked man entered frame, Alexander flailing in his arms, gun pressed firmly into his curly hair.

“No, no, no.” Spencer sobbed, unable to remove his dispirited gaze from the torturing screen. Alexander’s muffled screams pierced through the speakers, the mans gloved hand placed tightly around his mouth before walking closer to the camera.

“You’re an easy one to hurt aren’t you?” The dark voice chuckled through Alexander’s screams. As soon as Aaron realised he could see them, he glared up at the CCTV camera in the corner of the room.

“Hotch. The man that took my family away from me, how nice to see you. It’s a shame on the circumstances.” The gruff voice blistered Spencer’s ears, tears drowning his angered face.

“Actually, Hotch. If I don’t see you at my door within the next 2 hours then, this little man will never see his father…or mother…anything ever again. As for her, well, she’s barely breathing already.” The masked man inquired, laughing hysterically while jumping up and down slightly at the sight of Spencer breaking down.

“Man, if I knew this would get to you all like this I would have done it sooner.” The man laughed, removing his hand from Alexander’s mouth so his screams would echo into their office.

“I’ll tune back in with you shortly.” And with that, the screen went black, the only sounds in the room were Spencer’s uncontrollable sobs escaping his throat but they were quickly halted when Penelope tried to comfort him once again.

“Fine? You said they would be fine!” Spencer roared, towering over the cowering woman. Derek was quick to stand it, pulling the discouraged man away from Penelope.

“Hey man, we will find them.” Derek assured firmly but Spencer pulled away from his strong grip.

“You said that two hours ago, she’s almost dead. He has my family.” Spencer yelled, loud voice over powered by loud sobs as his body’s strength gave up on him. Aaron knelt beside the fallen man, gesturing for the other’s to leave.

“I can’t do it, Aaron.”

When the screen was taken over again, the whole team was stood over the computer, taking in as much of the visual information as possible. However, Y/N’s body was weak in the corner, cradling her distraught toddler in her shaky arms.

“Peek a boo.” The man’s familiar voice growled, his broad body centred on the screen. Y/N glared up as he began talking, her eye’s drifting to the screen where she was met by the sight of her friends and broken husband. Y/N’s eyes grew wide at the sight as she looked down at Alexander, sitting him in the corner with a finger pressed against her lips, indicating for him to be quiet.

“Hotch, I don’t see you at my door yet.” The man chuckled, dark eyes burning into the virtual image of Aaron.

“We’re not scared are we? I mean, the girl’s taking it like a champ.” The man continued, turning his head to be met with the boy only.

“What the-” But before he could finish, Y/N jumped onto his back, making him fall to the ground. Without thought, Y/N reached for the fallen gun while the man threw her off of his back. He charged towards Alexander, however, his body fell to the floor with a loud gun shot before he could touch the baby genius. Y/N ran for her son, carrying him to the laptop on a wooden desk.

“Y/N,” Spencer whispered, pushing past his team members to see his wife clearly.

“Ally’s fine, please come get us.”


Part 2

Helpless ; Spencer Reid x Reader Song Fic

So I’ve decided to combine two of my favorite things: Hamilton and Spencer Reid. So here’s a song fic based off of “Helpless” 

A little Rundown: Reader is Eliza, Spencer is Alexander, and Penelope Garcia is Angelica but not actually your sister more like a best friend so close she’s like a sister.

Oh, I do I do I do I (Hey hey hey hey)
Dooo! Hey! (Hey hey hey hey)
Oh, I do I do I do I (Hey hey hey hey)
Dooo! Boy you got me (Hey hey hey)  

Look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit
I’m helpless!
Down for the count, and I’m drownin’ in ‘em

 You remembered the first time you met Spencer, you met his eyes across a bar’s dance floor, and the sky was the limit. Your cheeks immediately flushed and it felt like you were drowning and breathing for the first time all at once.

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[Timeless] is one of two dramas, along with Warner Bros. TV’s Blindspot, which find themselves in a similar position where they are hopeful though not certain to come back. With some DVR help, I hear both have done OK not great in the ratings but well enough for the network to not lose money on them. Both shows have strong lead casts — Sullivan Stapleton & Jaimie Alexander (Blindspot); Abigail Spencer, Matt Lanter & Malcolm Barrett (Timeless) — and have developed a following, creating a dilemma for NBC whether to stick with series that already have established (albeit modest) viewership or spend tens millions of dollars to market new shows that may or may not stick.

While this take is not as confident as EW’s, Deadline makes a good point about established viewership and it’s also good to hear it’s not losing money for NBC as that will be the ultimate decider for them!

And I think Blindspot’s recent steadiness in the ratings makes a good case that it could make a move to Fridays (which is where I think it’s most likely to be scheduled if it’s renewed).

Let’s keep showing NBC our support for our show! Keep spreading the word, encouraging people to watch LIVE on April 26. They wouldn’t want to miss out on what is sure to be EPIC Jeller!


Pro Wrestling but in real life

Defeated (Part 2).

Anonymous: Req where Spencer and y/n are married with a baby boy and a psychopath abducts them (reader and baby Alexander) and taunts Spencer and the BAU

@peytonnation:please do a part 2 of defeated where the unsub had a secret partner. and they were moved to a different location and stuff

Part 1

Originally posted by stayforeverlark

Spencer strolled through the abandoned basement, dirt clinging to the damp concrete, filthy water hugging Spencer’s trousers. The determined man scanning each darkening room for his small tortured family. Blackness possessed each corner, no sign of Y/N or Alexander anywhere causing Spencer to grow increasingly frantic.

“Spencer.” Derek’s voice bellowed through the empty basement, panicked voice causing Spencer to sprint towards him. A small hatch embedded in the eroding wall, moss escaping the open hatch. Without a thought, Spencer went to enter the mysterious hatch but Derek quickly halted his actions.

“You don’t know what could be in there.” Derek scolded, harsh eyes intensifying on Spencer’s determined form.

“My family could be dead in there.” Spencer growled, firmly pushing the muscular man and tearing though the weak, corroding opening. Spencer froze in his tracks, expecting to comfort his family but instead he was greeted by a candle-lit, uninhabited stone room. A small note was located in the middle of the desolated room, hauntingly illuminated by the candles. Spencer leapt towards the note, shaking fingers unfolding the blood-stained paper.

“She made a big mistake, worthless bitch. Catch us if you can.”

Spencer fell back, grip tightening around the crumpled note while tears cascaded down his panic-stricken face. His pessimistic body convulsed as his cries quickly turned into angered screams dominating his tight throat.

“Kid, let me see it.” Derek commanded, holding out his hand to the melancholic man. However, Spencer threw the flimsy note at Derek, his fingers moving to pull at his messy hair.

“I can’t do this.” Spencer cried, teeth nipping the inside of his lower lip. Derek frowned at Spencer, fury burning into his tongue. In effect, Derek thrust Spencer’s shoulders to face him.

“You’re giving up on them?” Derek challenged, tightening his grip on Spencer’s shoulders.

“I’m supposed to protect them.” Spencer croaked, guilt wrapping itself around his gravely throat. He bowed his head, tears flowing down his reddened face when Derek closed the space between them, wrapping his arms around Spencer to comfort him.

“You still can, kid.” Derek’s voice softened. Suddenly, a low vibration echoed from the shadows in the back of the room, revealing the original unsubs body. Spencer quickly broke away from Derek, kneeling beside the lifeless body.

“H-his phone.”



You walked alongside Spencer out of the theatre, giddy with excitement, “Wasn’t that awesome, Spence?” you laughed, delight in your eyes.

Spencer smiled, “It was pretty good. I didn’t think it would be quite my taste but it was very enjoyable.”
“High praise from the super genius,” you observed, bumping your shoulder against his. “Do you have a favourite song?”
Spencer pressed his lips together, considering the question, “I’m not sure. The reprise of Stay Alive was very creative for building emotion in the audience but The World Was Wide Enough had an intriguing dynamic between the two characters.”

“I didn’t think you’d be such a sucker for the sad songs.” you chuckled, hooking your arm through his.

“Well, when you think about it, Aaron Burr spent his entire life waiting for things and biding his time, while Alexander Hamilton was always charging ahead at every chance. And then Burr decides for the first time to do something reckless while Hamilton decides to think his decision through, and it ends horribly for both of them.”

“That’s what makes it so heartbreaking.”

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