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[relaxedstyles]

[thena0315]

When you just can't stand what writers & producers come up with

[simplymanuela]

How are you? I don't know.

FBI 7.14 | Hitched

[luckyscauldron]

autumn at the fbi

[bullet-prooflove]

The OG Masterlist

Movies Masterlist

TV Series Masterlist

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[sgtbradfords]

Maggie Bell & OA Zidan in Startup [7x20]

[zillace]

6 years of FBI

2018 —

[scottstiles]

FBI 7x19 Partner

[cannonqueerbait]

jj doesn’t cry often.

but when she does, it’s into emily’s neck.

like muscle memory, but far closer than protocol allows.

[sun-ni-day]

FBI 7x01 Abandoned

yes, OA, we also made that face:

[sabrinajenre96]

Wes Mitchell x FBI!Reader:

WARNING:Please be aware that this story contains depictions of violence and injury, including a character being shot and undergoing surgery. It also deals with emotional themes of love, loss, and regret. If these topics are sensitive for you, please consider this a warning before reading.

The air crackled with tension. Greg Csonka’s conviction hung in the balance, and the fly team was tasked with ensuring his secure transport. You, an FBI agent with a history intertwined with Wes Mitchell, felt the weight of the situation. You and Wes shared a deep connection, a silent understanding that shimmered beneath the surface of your friendship. But life, in the form of his previous relationship and your own reticence, had kept you apart. Neither of you dared to risk the comfortable camaraderie for something more, something potentially explosive.

Alongside Wes and your best friend and colleague, Cameron, you were part of the escort detail. Chaos erupted when an ambush shattered the carefully laid plans. Bullets flew, adrenaline surged, and the hunt for Csonka began. You three took the lead, determined to recapture the fugitive. Cornering him in what you thought was a secure location, you never saw the sniper’s nest. The crack of the rifle echoed, followed by a searing pain. You crumpled to the ground, the world tilting on its axis. Csonka escaped.

The world narrowed to the frantic shouts of your teammates and the rising panic in your own chest. You were vaguely aware of being rushed to the hospital, the urgency in their voices a stark contrast to the fading light in your eyes.

The team’s world stopped. Everyone was at the hospital, a silent vigil for your life hanging heavy in the air. Raines stayed by your side, while Cameron, Smitty, Mitchell, and Booth relentlessly pursued Csonka. Wes was a man possessed, his usual jovial demeanor replaced by a grim determination. He pushed himself to the limit, but his thoughts were only with you, his mind replaying every shared laugh, every stolen glance.

They found Csonka, but the confrontation ended in his death. The case, though closed, felt hollow. Their victory was overshadowed by the fear that gripped them all. They rushed back to the hospital, desperate for news.

Raines met them with a weary but relieved smile. You were stable, but in the ICU. Complications during surgery had necessitated close monitoring. One by one, they were allowed to see you.

Wes was the last to enter your room. He sat beside your bed, his hand gently resting on yours. He thought you were unconscious, lost in the medicated haze. The dam of his emotions broke.

"Y/N," he began, his voice thick with unshed tears, "I… I have to tell you something. Something I should have said a long time ago. I’ve been in love with you since… well, since forever. But I was an idiot. I let things get in the way. I was afraid of ruining our friendship, afraid of… everything. Remember that time we went to that concert, and it rained? We were soaked, but we just laughed. That was the moment I knew. But I was with someone else, and… I messed up. I’ve been messing up ever since. Please, Y/N, come back to me."

You lay there, perfectly still, listening to his heartfelt confession. Every word resonated deep within you. You had felt the same way, the same unspoken longing. The concert, the rain, his laughter… those memories were etched in your heart, too. A tear escaped from the corner of your eye, but you kept your eyes closed, wanting to hear every word.

When he finished, a soft sigh escaped your lips. You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze, which was filled with a mixture of hope and despair.

"I love you too, Wes," you whispered, your voice weak but clear.

His eyes widened in disbelief, then filled with a radiant joy that chased away the shadows. He leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a tender, tentative kiss.

"I love you," he repeated, his voice husky.

"I love you too," you replied, a smile gracing your lips.

The road ahead wouldn't be easy. Navigating the complexities of your careers, the aftermath of the shooting, and the delicate dance of a new relationship would be challenging. But you faced it together, two souls who had finally found their way to each other, their love a beacon in the midst of the storm.

[lover-of-mine]

OA and the thought of losing Maggie.

[eclips3dawn]

missy peregrym, 2019

[bullet-prooflove]

'But there's a light that leads you home' for OA please 🥺

Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @rosaliedepp @daydreaming-belle @district447

On the nights that Omar works late you always leave the lamp on for him in the hall. When you first got together he’d told you how the worst part of being alone is coming home to that darkness, especially on the hellish days. Now when he steps over the threshold, he sees that beacon and he knows that there’s someone waiting for him, someone that loves him.

You’re asleep when he lets himself into the bedroom, dressed in one of his old t-shirts. Your face is pressed into his pillow, the same way it always is when he’s away.

He undresses in the muted light, dropping his clothes into the hamper before he slips underneath the sheets, wrapping his arms around you, gathering you up close. You mumble in your sleep, your palm coming to rest over the space where his heart resides as you nestle into the shelter of his chest. Already Omar feels himself starting to settle. His muscles unfurl, his entire body starting to relax. His lips ghost over your hairline and he whispers.

“Sweet dreams light of my life.”

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[sgtbradfords]

How much time do we have? Max, 25 seconds.

[zillace]

Tiffany Wallace & Stuart Scola

FBI — 7.01 Abandoned