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Jun 29, 2025

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・love shot |ongoing|: streamer!jeong yunho × streamer!fem!reader "I thought you already learned not to piss of your healer, asshole." "But what else is there to do when my healer is so cute when she's mad?" prologue | part 1. | part 2. (in progress)

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Apr 20

enigma | part 11.

ꕥ part 01. | part 02. | part 03. | part 04. | part 05.| part 06. | part 07.| part 08. | part 09. | part 10. ꕥ pair: Spencer Reid × BAU!fem!reader ꕥ warnings/tags: canon-typical violence, kinda graphic description of the crime, swearing, somewhat oblivious Reid and reader, age gap, moderately jealous Spencer, slow-burn, mutual pining, rivals to lovers, english isn't my first language so bear with me pls, if there are other warnings or tags i should add let me know ꕥ word count: ~3.7k ꕥ summary: Spencer can't quite figure you, his rival out and this annoys him more than it should [this fanfic is also available on AO3 with the same title and username]

saturday, sunday

Since that rather awkward and impulsive conversation in the conference room, you tried to avoid Reid like the plague. Which was exceptionally easy on Friday, given that it was already the end of your shift when all went down, so you simply excused yourself, clocked out, grabbed some quick dinner, took a shower and hit the bed. JJ and Emily wanted to ask you so many questions, you know they did. However, one good look at you was more than enough of an indicator of how worn out you were, so they decided to leave this conversation for better times.

Which, turns out, meant the next morning, right away. “So, a kiss, huh?” asked Emily while she applied her mascara, which made her beautiful, deep brown eyes even more expressive. A groan left you as you were buttoning up your burgundy flannel blouse, accidentally matching your friend.

“Come on, don’t leave us hanging! We’re dying to know what happened. Especially Ga-” as if Penelope sensed being mentioned, your ringtone cut JJ off.

“I hope you all have a wonderful morning, my sweet babies!” greeted all of you from the other end of the line your residential tech wizard. Even though it was the weekend, your team was working an active case, which meant she also had to use her powers in her FBI funded cave. That day her platinum blonde hair was ironed bone straight and spiced it up with some magenta clip-on locks. Her flamboyant outfit turned heads left and right, as usual. You really loved this part of her, that she wasn’t afraid to express her truest self. “Now out with it. I’ve been dying to know every teensy tiny bit of detail.”

After a tired sigh, you asked, “How do you know I didn’t simply just… bluff?”

“Oh, cut it.” Jennifer, who was already in her work attire and complete makeup, playfully rolled her eyes. “You can’t fake a reaction like that.”

“I knew I was right! What did I say, Y/N? You two just needed to get laid, preferably by each other.” your eyes snapped to the screen of your phone, where you could see Garcia with a full grin on her face.

“Jesus, Pen!” Warm embarrassment sneaked to your cheeks, your voice was loud and quiet at the same time, like a muffled scream. “It was just a kiss, nothing more. We were nowhere near to getting… laid.”

“Oh, but you will be, trust me.”

“Penelope.”

“I mean, she may be right. There's been definitely something going on between the two of you recently.” JJ did not help you out. Deep down you hoped that maybe she’d hold the two other women back, saying that they should leave this topic to rest, but she was obviously enjoying the gossip. You couldn’t blame her, not when this case was devouring all your remaining nerves. This short period of time, filled with some innocent banter was special, to all of you.

“Hah, more like since forever.” Emily let out a short snort, completely betraying you.

“I feel like I’m being ganged up on, and I’d appreciate it a bit more if it was in a different scenario.”

“Always the big words, still nothing ever happens.” Prentiss made a clicking sound with her tongue, dismissing your unserious flirting.

“Sugarplum, I know when you’re stalling. Your big mouth won’t get you out of this.”

After a low, defeated huff, you decided it’s no use to beat around the bush longer. For one, you considered the others your friends, even though you were closed off in ways. For two, they would never let this go, and you’d much rather discuss things privately like this, instead of surrounded by unknown and unwanted people. “Okay, it was nothing important, it’s useless to even talk about this, but we did kiss on Thursday, after we left the bar.”

“And? How was it? Who initiated? Was it with full tongue or just your lips? How did you feel during it? Y/N, I don’t think you understand. I need. To know. Everything.” the platinum blonde diva was hyperactive, probably induced by an ungodly amount of caffeine, and she didn’t feel like granting you mercy.

Your mind instinctively wandered back to two days ago. You felt the tension that was already sitting heavy on your chest from what happened before in the bar. He was obviously teasing you, relishing how the atmosphere got gradually heated, but as if you weren’t doing the same. You enjoyed the reaction you were able to get out of him. You felt like you were winning your little game. Because all of this, the way he occasionally called you a good girl, making you go crazy; the way physical contact became much frequent between the two of you, even though both of you preferred to refrain from it if it was possible; the lingering glances were all just a little game, caused by your competitiveness, right? None of what happened was serious.

For a moment, you were back at that wooden counter, caged between his arms. You smelled the sour smell of mixed alcohols; you felt the sultry air’s weight on your flushed skin, you heard the overplayed pop song, played by a local radio station. You took a good look into Reid’s deep, unreadable irises. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. As his hungry gaze explored every inch of your face while he lowered himself to be closer to you, a familiar heat started to spread in your lower stomach. Did you like the effect that you were having on him, or did you like that it was him specifically that you were having this effect on?

In a blink of an eye, you found yourself at the memory of that dim hallway, just outside your hotel room’s door. The kiss was impulsive, intense, probably a bad decision on both of your parts, made in a rushed moment. The bodily reaction you had to his raspy voice, to the desperation in his acts, and to the way his pretty hand found its way around your neck scared you. You weren’t around the BAU, you weren’t working on the case, the kiss still happened. It wasn’t performative, it wasn’t for the purpose of making the other look less competent. That heated moment felt like everything but a game.

“Man, was it that good?” Emily’s teasing voice pulled you out of the corridor of your mind to where you accidentally wandered into.

“Wha- no. Sorry, I’m still… tired.” you shook your head, hoping to shake out all the unwelcome thoughts with it, to no avail. “Anyway, as I said yesterday. It was mediocre. He initiated it, for some unknown reasons. Probably thought he could mess with my head. That’s it. Anyway, I think it's time to head out." You didn't wait for the response of the others, you were way too flustered even though you were barely awake.

However, you were determined. Determined to finally wrap this case up, and more than ever, determined to create and keep as much distance between you and the genius as possible.

As soon as you set foot in the overheated and overcrowded building of the precinct, you got a 6'2", rather unwanted shadow. At first, you walked pass by him, not by choice but by chance. Your eyes were glued to your phone, going through the usual bunch of fresh pictures of your cats, sent by Garcia, yours truly. Nick was screaming in most of them—likely thing for him to do, his little nose scrunched with his fangs on display. Daisy was curled up in different places, each time finding the sunny spots, while Jordan sat on unconventional places, looking utterly unbothered and done with her siblings' shenanigans.

You were smiling from ear to ear, swiping and saving each picture. Your gallery was full of your cats but you didn't mind. You loved them wholeheartedly, their unique personalities and traits, how they were able to make you laugh, how they meowed back when you talked to them and how loved they made you feel. Of course, sometimes they could be tiring, but you would never trade them for anything else.

"Good morning." the all too familiar voice pulled you out of your inner world. The doctor may or may not have been waiting for you, carefully eyeing the automated doors, looking for signs of your arrival.

"Morning." you nodded at him, silently cursing your luck. You were hoping, praying that he was already occupied with something, or that Emily and JJ would catch up to you sooner, but none of these happened. The two women were caught up with something else, maybe each other, and Spencer was free.

"This is for you." he said, his tone as casual as if nothing weird has happened between the two of you. He handed you a white takeaway cup, it was still warm and sealed, wrapped in a paper napkin. When he saw your hesitation, he leaned closer. "Be good and take it."

Your breath hitched, a simple, instinctive reaction, still it held meaning. His words took your mind to a rather dangerous place. Reid took advantage of your stunned state, enjoying the reaction he was able to get out of you. He placed the cup into your hands, then hurried away, back to the Florida map, printed out just for him, since he refused to work on a tablet. He was trying to come up with the most precise geo-profile, now that there were three crime scenes with women in seal skin and another tree with dead and variously disposed husbands.

You entered the deserted conference room. The time was young, technically you were there half an hour earlier than you should have, but you had to get out of your hotel room, away from the girls and the appetite for the fresh, almost scandalous gossip that heavily featured you and Spencer.

As you gently placed the cup of beverage down on the hard, shiny table, the napkin fell off from around it, revealing a careful, precise and delicate, refined handwriting.

"I know matcha isn't your usual choice of drink, however after yesterdays caffeine intake, I wanted you to have something healthier. It will still keep you energized so don't even think about me, wanting to sabotage you this way. I want a proper competition."

Something awfully similar to a smile spread across your face, the cursively written sentences making your heart flutter. Asshole.

The whole day went by painfully slowly, and by the end of it, your body was aching and your mind was a mess. Now that the victims basically tripled since you joined the case, the number of people needed to be interviewed also drastically enlarged. However, turns out you still had some luck on your side, since you got paired up with JJ, which was a positive change.

The biggest problem was that you had no persons of interest. No potential UnSub under surveillance, nobody. The team wasn't even sure how many people you were looking for exactly. Two or possibly more?

Your opinions differentiated, there was seemingly no common denominator—except for their not so sunny marriage—between the victims, and the MOs were all over the place. This didn't really look good for you, nor the future. One thing was sure, the killers had no intention of stopping.

The day slowly stretched into night, your shift has already ended, still, none of you felt like leaving. Sure, you were tired, your eyelids felt heavier by the hour, but at the same time restlessness sat over your shoulders.

"So, we know that all the couples had problems. The close relatives told us that they had strained or loveless relationships. The Moore couple had a spark at the beginning but died after their first year together, the other two were never really okay, according to the wives' side of the families. So the selkie metaphor seems more than correct." Emily went through some of the main points while she walked up and down in the conference room.

"Seems like sometimes divorce is the right answer after all." mumbled Rossi under his nose, mostly to himself.

"So, according to the mythology, if the selkie manages to steal back her seal skin, then it earns back its freedom, right?" JJ continued, adding information to Prentiss' words.

Earns back…

You slightly furrowed your brows as an idea started to grow its roots in your mind. You looked up, just the moment when Spencer's eyes from across the room snapped at you, and you knew that both of you were thinking alike.

"I think…" you said.

"The wives…" he spoke at the exact same time.

There was a brief pause. Nobody knew what to say or do. Will there be another fight between the two of you? Where were you standing exactly with each other?

"The wives are killing their husbands." the identical sentence left your mouths, your voices determined and confident. Weirdly, knowing that both of you came to the same conclusion made you feel at ease.

"That's why the completely different MO in each men's case." the brunette woman snapped her fingers, seeming more energized than ever. This put everything into another perspective. You finally felt like you were making some development.

While the others started theorizing, Spencer's eyes found yours for a split second and a bleak but genuine smile appeared on his handsome face, to which you only nodded, and quickly joined the others in going through everything from the new viewpoint.

"So what, three random ladies from entirely different social, ethnic and financial backgrounds suddenly decide to kill their husbands and then… What? Get turned into a seal?" asked Derek, who was, admittedly, somewhat skeptic.

"Well, while the chance of all three of them being familiar with selkie's story is never impossible, it is highly doubtable. It is more likely that they were coerced into the murder of their husbands, which served as an act of taking back their freedom. To this, the UnSub rewards them with their seal skin, fulfilling their own fantasy." Reid quickly explained his thought process, which was a word-for-word match to yours.

"Okay but who is it then? The marriage counselor and the private therapist both checked out. And the latest victims were never near any kind of mental health institution in their lives. Their sons said that they were more the type who doesn't believe in talking about their problems." asked Hotchner, who up until now was a silent spectator, quietly assessing the team. He obviously noticed the gradual change between you and the genius. He would be a damn bad unit chief if he didn't, let's be honest. He wanted to see the current dynamic between the two of you, whether you're still able to function professionally or not. So far, he was convinced. On top of that, pleased. Not only you made things easier with Chief Miller, but now it seemed like the team will actually be able to finally wrap this case up.

"We missed someone. Someone who's present in all women's lives. I'll call Garcia." you said, and with these final words, left the room and the building for a while. The cold breeze of the late night was refreshing, making your mind sharper, work better.

By the next day, Penelope sent all the legally obtainable information out there and more about your very suspicious UnSub. She went by the name of Elizabeth Green, was a surgeon up until three years ago, when she got her medical license revoked due to medical malpractice. She had a tendency to decide what's best for her patients, even if the patients thought otherwise, which got to the point that she performed a surgery even though it wasn't consensual.

But how did she possibly became your UnSub? Well, this level of offense meant that she wasn't able to find work in any parts of the medical field, whether as a doctor, a nurse or an assistant. Meaning she had to pursue a completely different career path. This landed her in the cosmetology line, currently in a nail salon. This made sense. People tended to confide in beauty industry workers, often seeing them as free therapists. Sometimes they shared secrets they wouldn't admit to anyone else, treating it as some sort of gossip to fill the appointment.

Garcia found out she regularly did all of the women's nails who then got murdered. If all of them felt trapped in their marriages with failed therapy attempts, they could have easily opened up to Elizabeth during their frequent visits to the salon, and Elizabeth might have gradually planted the idea of killing their husbands. Once it happened, she acted as well.

The team was getting ready in a rush. You had to cover more places, not just Elizabeth's home. If she stayed true to her schedule, another seal skinned body was expected in a day, which meant that a man was already probably dead.

You knew she was skinning and sewing the bodies into the high quality costumes in the victim's homes, so you had to figure out where she'd be. Garcia went through all of her regular appointments and tried to dig up as much as she could about them. Luckily, more than half of them were unmarried or already divorced, which was a huge help. At the end, Garcia managed to reduce the possibilities to three people. This way, the BAU only had to divide into three, the police covered the fourth location, which was the UnSub's address, just cover all bases.

Hotch and Rossi left first then Derek, JJ and Emily, both were a solid group, working together efficiently. This left Chief Miller, Reid and you as the third and final FBI team. Miller became so invested in your theory as the case unfolded that he wanted to personally join you on the field. He said he wanted to give an opportunity for one of his promising subordinates to take the lead at Green's house, but both you and Reid knew, he wanted to have some control.

Aaron and David were the headstrong, leader archetypes, so he wouldn't be able to get validation with them, similarly with the other trio. You and the other genius though, you were incredibly intelligent but none of you were the so called "alphas", so he had the highest chance of recognition with you.

"So, let's go over this again. According to your technical analyst, we're looking for a retired surgeon, who whispers murder into her clients' ears during their nail appointments? Isn't that a bit far fetched? At this point, it could be any esthetician." gave his unrequited two cents the still too skeptic Miller. But at least he wasn't actively sabotaging your work.

"Mhm." you hummed, lost in your own mind. You were in the midst of putting on the bulletproof vest, when a figure emerged from behind your back. The well known, agile fingers—which you've inspected with your eyes countless of times already—found their way to your waist. Without even a single word, the doctor tightened the straps, then, just as fast as he came, he left.

Half an hour later you arrived at the potential crime scene. It was a secluded villa on the edge of a forest. Low traffic, high privacy. Perfect breeding ground for violence.

"We split up. I take the front door, you, Agents should cover the back and the sides." without asking or leaving space for an argument, the Chief barked his orders. His superiority complex is gonna be the end of him one day. You rolled your eyes hard, impossible to miss, causing Reid to chuckle, which he tried to mask with a few weak coughs.

"Miller." you said. The man turned to face you, his brows furrowed. "If the UnSub is here, then we already have one dead person, but we still have a chance to save the other. Don't agitate her. I know you want to prove that you're worthy of your position, but be careful." After a long second, he silently nodded. Good, one less potential problem.

Garcia was actively in call with all four units, coordinating everyone to the best of her abilities. "Rossi and Hotchner found nothing, the placed the couple under protection and now they're on their way to you guys, but it'll take at least an hour."

"It's okay Garcia, we're heading in now." you replied while you absentmindedly rested your right hand on the cold, heavy gun in one of your tactical belt's slots.

Spencer stood on your side, his tall figure casting a calming shadow on you. He tilted his head towards your direction, his eyes fixed on the area in front of him. You knew he was already calculating the most effective infiltration and exit routes in that complicated, excellent mind of his. Then, in a low, barely audible voice he said, "Be careful."

You couldn't help it, a playful smirk spread across your face and you leaned closer to him and asked in a teasing tone, "What, you're not worried, are you, doctor?"

"I am." came the quick, emotionless reply. "Miller is liability. Try not to get caught in his ambition."

Irritation crept its way to your mind. "Aww, you still think so little of me. Promise, I'll be good." you patted his tense shoulders and left him there.

You entered the house through the back door, which led directly into the living room. Eerie silence filled the spacious, neat room. Just like previously, nothing was out of order. As if a home decoration catalog came into existence. No personal belongings, no everyday clutters.

Reid's—who was doing his job on the upper floor—low voice was filled with tension as he made a report via his earpiece. "I found the husband, we're in an active crime scene. The UnSub and the wife must be somewhere in the house. Garcia."

"Copy, I'm sending the units and letting everyone know. Be extra careful my babies."

A shrieking gunshot tore though the deafening silence, snapping your head towards its direction. It came from the cellar. Without a second thought, you rushed towards the white door that was already ajar, revealing the cold, minimalist limestone stairs.

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