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[junkyardsangel]

𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊  𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢 :  ch.  study

w.eb  w.eaving  ( 1 / ? )

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[writer-in-theory]

👄 💀 ☕️ 🔥 idkkk if this is weird but I thought it’d be interesting ahh

to know you (spencer reid x unsub!reader)

prompts: I'm also combining it with this anon request since they ended up being super similar: 👄sharing their first kiss, 🗣️ having an argument, ☁️ enemies to lovers and 🔥 slow burn

summary: when spencer needs to work with reader to catch the real unsub, he finds she may be more than just a criminal.

category: angst with happy ending

pairing:reid x fem!unsub!reader

content warnings: language, allusions to past trauma (kept vague), a bit anti-police in the middle there, violence, brief character death, questionable medical happenings

word count: 2.7k

a/n: sorry this took so long, i hope it was worth the wait!! it wasn't weird at all, the combo made me really think but i really like how it turned out

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•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

There was never anyone more infuriating than you, of that Spencer was sure. If it weren’t for the consequences looming over the entire team, he’d be more than happy to let you be arrested for the vigilante-ism you’d taken to.

There was also no way to catch this unsub without you, so for now he was stuck unlocking the cuffs from around your wrists.

“Don’t look so upset, sour puss,” you told him with a smirk, causing Spencer to roll his eyes. He’d dealt with unsubs like you before, he knew exactly how to handle you. People like this thought they were so brilliant—so mysterious and tough—when really they were the easiest to read. Vigilantes were often hurt by the same kind of person they often hunted down. They were emotional criminals, easy to trap. “Who knows, maybe you’ll actually like me by the end of this.”

“I wouldn’t hold your breath,” Spencer shot back easily.

“You don’t have to keep acting, Spencer, I know you’re at least a little interested.”

“It’s Dr. Reid,” he corrected as he guided you through the halls of the BAU. It felt wrong to have you here without cuffs, as though you were just like any other woman; as if you didn’t have red-stained hands.

“I forgot how touchy people with their doctorate can be about titles,” you laughed and at this point, Spencer wasn’t sure if he could last through the case if it would be like this the entire time. He couldn’t even pinpoint what it was exactly about you that infuriated him, just that his blood boiled whenever you were around.

“Are you capable of not talking for more than two minutes?” Spencer snapped, wishing that any other agent was able to go undercover with you.

“I don’t know, I’ve never tried.”

“Maybe you should.”

The club was far too loud for Spencer’s liking. The two of you were dressed for a night out, his hair styled back off of his face. Eventually, both of you would have to speak to one of the unsubs to see if he’d give up his partner. For now, though, the two of you were told to enjoy the club.

While you were ready to bolt to the dance floor after retrieving your drink, Spencer was quick to wrap his hand around your wrist and guide you over to one of the few empty tables, in the back with plenty of space to watch the crowd for your targets.

“Who goes to a club and doesn’t dance?” you complained, still having no problems sipping on your drink.

“I don’t dance.”

“Have you ever tried?”

“I don’t need to. It’s not part of this.” Why wouldn’t you just leave it alone? Spencer didn’t understand you sometimes. It didn’t even seem like you were trying to antagonize him on purpose, but rather were genuinely interested in finding the answer. He wasn’t sure he liked that any better, though.

“Do you always think about the job? Is any part of your life separate from it?”

“I’m not going to talk about me,” Spencer tried to shut down the conversation. The quicker they could get to Rogers, their target, the sooner he could get far from you. The feeling that built up in his chest when you were around was so unfamiliar and a little scary, it wasn’t something Spencer was ready to think about yet.

“Okay, we’ll talk about me. I used to be just like you, all uptight and desperate to please my bosses. Then I realized they were all using me, and they’d use me until I was nothing. It’s much more freeing this way.”

“You’re killing people,” Spencer hissed back, unable to accept that choosing to be a rogue vigilante was really the best option for you.

“So are you. You just get paid to do it.”

“It’s different. We’re different.” How could his job be anything like what you do? Spencer saved lives, not take them. He only took lives when he needed to, when the villains were so bad they refused to live without hurting and taking. They were different, Spencer was sure of it.

“Are we? You don’t know anything about me other than what I do on weekends.”

“I don’t need to know anything else.”

“No, you’re scared to humanize me. You’re scared you might actually see something you like,” you pushed, smirking at the way Spencer’s cheeks flushed hot with frustration.

“I’m not scared of you.”

“So ask me something personal.”

“What’s your favorite color?” he sighed.

“That’s not personal. Try again, champ.”

“Okay, um...what do you do to relax?”

“You mean after drinking the blood of my victims?” Spencer scoffed, eyes widening as if he couldn’t truly believe what you were saying. Just when he thought you could be normal, you were off saying things like that. “I’m joking, c’mon, Dr. Reid. I’d say my favorite thing to do is put on some comfy clothes and curl up on the couch with a good book.”

“You read?”

“I used to be an English teacher, what did you expect? And don’t say you didn’t know, that was definitely in my fancy FBI criminal file somewhere.” It was in your file. Spencer remembered reading it and wondering how a teacher with so many awards turned into a killer. For so long, he couldn’t imagine you as anything other than the woman who held knives to mens’ throats. Now, it was far too easy to picture you cuddled up with a fuzzy blanket, reading one of his favorite books that he had memorized by now.

“I didn’t think you kept reading.”

“I didn’t become a different person when I started doing this,” you told him. “I’m still me, I just...I refuse to let men like that continue to hurt other women like me.”

Spencer knew what happened to you. He’d read it and found himself momentarily rooting for the wrong team. You didn’t deserve what happened to you, and the men you were killing were certainly horrible people, but Spencer just couldn’t reason out the way you were going about finding justice. “Why didn’t you just go to the police when you found out what those men were doing?”

“They didn’t believe me when it actually happened to me, why would they trust my word now?”

“I would’ve,” Spencer reassured you softly, hoping you understood now that the people who had abandoned you did not represent everyone. He wished his team had been around to take your case, that they could have stopped all of this hurt in its tracks. He wished you were believed from the start.

“Well, then for a cop you’re not so bad, Pretty Boy.”

“Don’t call me that,” Spencer snapped, the nickname enough to snap the moment in two and spark hurt deep in his chest. Though he still saw Derek often, it wasn’t the same now that his friend was no longer working at the BAU.

“Yikes, okay. Didn’t take you for someone with toxic masculinity syndrome.”

Spencer sighed, knowing he didn’t have to explain anything to you but for some reason feeling as though he wanted to. It didn’t sit right with him that you would think that way of him. “I’m not,” he answered, “It’s...you wouldn’t get it.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because you don’t—you’re not capable.”

“Not capable of what, Dr. Reid?” you asked, voice sharper than he was used to hearing it. Clearly, you were expecting what was about to come from him next. “What am I not capable of?” you dared him again, pressing until he finally blurted the words out.

“You’re not capable of caring about anyone.”

As soon as he said it, regret flashed through Spencer’s core. He watched as your entire face crumpled for half a second before it hardened stronger than it had been before. “Let’s get this over with, I want to go home,” you spoke, voice numb which was more frightening than any sort of anger Spencer had been expecting.

So he stood, only barely wincing as you looped your arm through his as if he hadn’t just been cruel to you. The pair of you walked back over to the bar, and Spencer let you take charge for now. You knew how to get to the back room of the club, knew how to request a meeting with the owner of it. It was why they’d allowed you to become a CI in the first place, knowing you were their best shot at taking down a major unsub.

This was important, so all Spencer could do was follow you to the back of the club and hope what happened between you two got better when the job actually started.

It didn’t get much better when the undercover mission started, either. In fact, it was almost worse. The backroom of the club smelled heavily of old tobacco and weed, and there were enough bodyguards to make every muscle in Spencer’s body tense from where he sat. It wasn’t often the team had to take cases like these. If it weren’t for the high-profile victims, the BAU likely wouldn’t have been handed the case at all. The initial thought was that you were the unsub, but already the case was unraveling into a far more dangerous answer. With one wrong move, the both of you were dead, simple as that.

Yet despite all of that, you were completely relaxed perched on Spencer’s lap. His arms were snaked around you, holding on around your waist. The dress you were wearing was gorgeous, though the revealing cut of it meant he could feel the heat of your thighs through his pants.

“I don’t know why you’re pressing so much, Y/N,” the man in front of you spoke, hand around his glass of whiskey tightening. Spencer slipped his right hand a little further back on your body, trying to position it as close to his concealed weapon as he could without being obvious.

He wasn’t liking where this was going at all.

“I told you, Rogers, I don’t like where this is headed. They’re asking around, and you know whose names they have? Ours. We’re gonna take the fall for this if it all goes to shit,” you pressed, and Spencer fought to keep down a smile. It was impressive, the way you were able to work the situation without any proper training. He knew actual agents who couldn’t do what you were doing.

“So make sure it doesn’t go to shit,” Rogers pushed back, scoffing and rolling his eyes as if that were a worthy answer.

“It already is!” you yelled, standing from your spot on Spencer’s lap. Before he could stop you, you were surging forward into the unsubs space, staring him down with such intensity Spencer was sure he himself would have folded under your gaze.

The criminal did no such thing. Instead, he reached out and his hand connected with your cheek so strongly you stumbled backward. It would bruise, of that Spencer was sure.

He was also sure that for once, he was seeing red not because of you, but for you. And before he could consider the repercussions, Spencer was pulling out his gun and training it on Rogers.

The calm demeanor on the other man should have sent warning signals through Spencer, but for now, he was only focused on the way you were getting to your feet, hand still cradling your hurt cheek.

“You cheeky little traitor bitch,” Roger spit toward you, “you brought an undercover in here, didn’t you?”

“What, you thought I’d talk to you alone?” you refused to back down, even when Spencer was practically begging with his eyes for you to.

“Put your hands up, Rogers,” Spencer ordered, “You’re under arrest for assault.”

“I’ll be under arrest for a lot more than that when I’m finished with you two,” the other man threatened, and Spencer could only hope that the wire was working well enough that the rest of the team would come in as backup soon.

Spencer heard the shot before he felt anything. The man just to the outside of his vision had lifted a gun and he didn’t even notice. His body tensed up, waiting for the all-too-familiar burn of a bullet wound to surge through his body.

It didn’t happen, however. Instead, Spencer heard a small whimper from just in front of him.

“Good riddance, bitch,” Rogers spat before taking off with his henchmen, leaving Spencer alone in this far-too overstimulating room with you on the ground.

How had it hit you? The gun had been obviously leveled at his chest, the bullet should have killed him. It should have hit him, unless—

“You took a bullet for me,” Spencer gasped, dropping to his knees beside you. There was so much blood, too much of it leaking out of the wound in your shoulder. It must have nicked a dangerously important blood vessel, reducing your chances to a scary number.

Keeping in fashion with surprising him, you let out a breathy laugh. “How’s that for not caring about anyone?”

Were you already in shock? The words didn’t make sense in Spencer’s brain, didn’t connect with what he already knew to be true. “You care about me?” he asked, voice shaking as he applied pressure to the wound. He could hear the footsteps of his team rushing through the building, likely having taken off as soon as the sound of a gunshot went off.

“What, you think I flirt with just anyone? Actually, don’t answer that,” you winced, letting out a sharp cry as he applied more pressure to the injury. Spencer felt guilt claw deep in his chest, but there was no way to slow the bleeding without the pressure. “I wanna die thinking you saw something good in me.”

“You’re not dying, Y/N,” Spencer spoke, never sounding more sure of anything else in his life, “and don’t try to prove me wrong just because you can.”

“You know me so well, Doc.”

“I don’t, I don’t know anything about you but I want to,” Spencer was practically begging now, tears coming to his eyes at the thought that this would be the end of their story. It wasn’t even clear if this would work out—you two were so different—but he couldn’t let you die without knowing. “You’re so infuriating. Since I met you, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. There’s something about you.”

“I’m guessing it’s not my career choice.”

“How can you still be joking like this?” Spencer laughed through the tears, shaking his head. You didn’t even seem upset at the very real chance of this being the end.

“Hey, Spencer, can I ask you for a favor?”

“Anything,” and he meant it, because his team was there now but the paramedics were still making their way back to the room after the danger was cleared.

“Can you kiss me?” So he did, bending down over you and pressing tear-stained lips to yours. Spencer tried not to think about the fact that yours felt a little colder than what they should, but instead on the way that this felt more right than a kiss ever had before. He kissed you until the paramedics were pushing him out of the way.

Until the paramedics were performing chest compressions. Until they were trying everything they could to resuscitate you. It felt like every breath they were pumping into you came directly from Spencer’s chest, leaving him gasping around nothing. It wasn’t until you were strapped to a board and carried out, heart pumping again, that Spencer came to life again.

And it wasn’t until he was sitting beside your hospital bed, knowing with certainty that you’d make it out of this alive, that he felt truly okay again.

And when you woke up again, Spencer took your hand in his and asked, “Hey, Y/N, can you do me a favor?”

“Uh, I’m a little limited on options here but yeah.”

“Never take a bullet for me again,” he spoke, causing you to laugh around the fog of painkillers pumping through you.

“I can do that, Spencer.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

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[gusubun]

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[junkyardsangel]

𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊  𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢 :   ch.  study

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[mrburnsnuclearpussy]

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[mrburnsnuclearpussy]

❗️NEW RELIGION 🙀😱💒 guys🤷‍♂️...🔥🙌🙌👀.....It’s called🤔💅........MR ARROW-ISM 😛😖👄👏💙👀🤷‍♂️🙀🙀🙀🤔💯👁👏😱!!! The 🦔☁️⛄️only 💞👏🤫 one! (1) 🤔rule is 🙌🥳🤗....ALL 👏👀👁💯HANDS💞🤷‍♂️😂😂😂TO🥰🔥💞🙀STATIONS!!!!!!!!😱🤲🙌🥳🔥💯💯💅🤫🤔💞📚💞💞🔥💟🔥😅🤣🌞😂😂!!!!😋🥰😍💘💝❤️☄️I’m sorry if you can’t 🤙😔handle the power 🙌🔥 of 💯Mr Arrow. 👌👌👏💕Maybe you should 🙊🍞have a slice of🤔😩🤷‍♂️ALL HANDS TO STATIONS!!!!💋🙊😩 and you’ll 👀🤷‍♂️calm down ...😔💯💯💕🤙👀🙌🔥🔥💯💕👀😛🙀🪐📀💅💅🤷‍♂️👏💯I’m sorry 🤨...not to be 🙊🤷‍♂️💅....controversial🤔💋👀 but 😔😎 no offense 😳 but, 😍😖...🙊ALL 👏🙀❤️ HANDS 💯🙊😩 TO 😍👌 STATIONS 🙌👏💙💯🔥🤷‍♂️ !!!! 😔💯💅😛💕 like 💋👁and RETWEET 🤙👀💯💯💯 if you 🤔🤷‍♂️ want your 🔥 followers 🙌🙌 to man 🔥💅👌 their 👏 stations! 💯😛🔥👏👏💕DONT IGNORE MR ARROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!🤔🙌⛄️👀🙀💟💯💅🥰🥰🥰🌞🤲🥳🤷‍♂️😐🙏💄🎅👚🧤🐠🍳🤹‍♂️📺📜🅱️🔣‼️💯🍖✅🚲🥖🐟🔱🇫🇮🐟🚝🚝🦀👗📈❌⚠️👩‍👦‍👦❤️🔥🤷‍♂️‼️🤩💅🅱️💠

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[mrburnsnuclearpussy]

❗️NEW RELIGION 🙀😱💒 guys🤷‍♂️...🔥🙌🙌👀.....It’s called🤔💅........MR ARROW-ISM 😛😖👄👏💙👀🤷‍♂️🙀🙀🙀🤔💯👁👏😱!!! The 🦔☁️⛄️only 💞👏🤫 one! (1) 🤔rule is 🙌🥳🤗....ALL 👏👀👁💯HANDS💞🤷‍♂️😂😂😂TO🥰🔥💞🙀STATIONS!!!!!!!!😱🤲🙌🥳🔥💯💯💅🤫🤔💞📚💞💞🔥💟🔥😅🤣🌞😂😂!!!!😋🥰😍💘💝❤️☄️I’m sorry if you can’t 🤙😔handle the power 🙌🔥 of 💯Mr Arrow. 👌👌👏💕Maybe you should 🙊🍞have a slice of🤔😩🤷‍♂️ALL HANDS TO STATIONS!!!!💋🙊😩 and you’ll 👀🤷‍♂️calm down ...😔💯💯💕🤙👀🙌🔥🔥💯💕👀😛🙀🪐📀💅💅🤷‍♂️👏💯I’m sorry 🤨...not to be 🙊🤷‍♂️💅....controversial🤔💋👀 but 😔😎 no offense 😳 but, 😍😖...🙊ALL 👏🙀❤️ HANDS 💯🙊😩 TO 😍👌 STATIONS 🙌👏💙💯🔥🤷‍♂️ !!!! 😔💯💅😛💕 like 💋👁and RETWEET 🤙👀💯💯💯 if you 🤔🤷‍♂️ want your 🔥 followers 🙌🙌 to man 🔥💅👌 their 👏 stations! 💯😛🔥👏👏💕DONT IGNORE MR ARROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!🤔🙌⛄️👀🙀💟💯💅🥰🥰🥰🌞🤲🥳🤷‍♂️😐🙏💄🎅👚🧤🐠🍳🤹‍♂️📺📜🅱️🔣‼️💯🍖✅🚲🥖🐟🔱🇫🇮🐟🚝🚝🦀👗📈❌⚠️👩‍👦‍👦❤️🔥🤷‍♂️‼️🤩💅🅱️💠

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