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Handle Yourself // Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: Reader is shy and timid but amazing in the field. She protects Spencer from an unsub, confessing her love before falling unconscious and being rushed to the hospital.

Requested by: Anonymous 

A/N: A little throwback with the characters. Safe to say I’ve been missing Elle and thought I’d throw her in!


The BAU was comfortingly quiet that morning. The only sounds to be heard were the clicks of the keyboard as agents typed away and the low hum of the coffee machine. Everyone was consumed in their work, only ever saying a word or two to each other.

You had never been much of a conversationalist. Your timid nature limited you to short answers whenever anyone directed a question towards you, but the shy smile you wore melted away any assumptions that you were pretentious for not speaking.

Spencer had taken quite a bit of liking to you. He found the way you moved so daintily to be mesmerizing and your kind smile always seemed to put him at ease when he wasn’t even aware he was feeling stressed in the first place. He saw a bit of himself in you with the way you seemed to struggle with socialization. Your friendship had worked well with the two of you. Spencer never pushed you to speak when you didn’t want to and in turn your avid listening skills made him feel like he finally had someone who didn’t mind his rambling. And you didn’t. You enjoyed the way he grew excited when he spoke.

You had taken a liking to him as well. Lately you found yourself taken with every little thing he did. Every ramdom fact, every hand gesture, that cute nose thing he did when he was deep in thought. It had taken you a while of staring at him when he wasn’t looking before you realized that what you felt for him was love.

The rest of the team saw you as this small fragile flower among them that they all felt a need to protect. Hotch was like a father, the mere presence of him around you gave you a sense of safety. You had mentioned this to him once and he had smiled, actually smiled, and said he was glad you felt that way. Morgan saw you as an equivalent to Reid, another kid to protect. The fact you were a girl made that instinct even greater as he came to love you like he did his biological sisters. Gideon thought you were a sweet kid and questioned whether you could handle the job. After a few deep conversations with you, quite possibly the longest you’d held with anyone on the team besides Reid, he concluded that you were an excellent colleague to have. Both JJ and Penelope hadn’t expected for such a soft girl to join the BAU but they were happy to have you around. Even Elle Greenaway, the team’s hardest member with her “no fucks given” attitude held a soft spot for you. She found your shyness endearing. The thought of putting you out into the field among serial killers was nearly blasphemous. They would all scramble to throw themselves into danger before ever letting it fall on you.

So of course, three days later while on a case, there had been an uproar from them all.

“You’re sending Y/N to the killer?!” Morgan nearly yelled as he drove. Elle sat in the seat next to him, holding the phone on speaker.

“She’s going with Reid,” Hotch replied simply.

“Oh yes, send the two kids to catch the bad guy,” Morgan spat incredulously.

“They’re the ones closest to the location and we can’t afford to wait any longer. You and Elle are nearly an hour away. JJ, Gideon and I are already on our way. We shouldn’t arrive that much later than they have,” Hotch replied in frustration. He knew none of them were happy with the situation but he had no choice but to trust the skills of his agents.

“I swear Hotch, if something happens to Y/N-” Elle started in aggravation.

“I know.”


Spencer’s body hit the wall with force before slumping down to the floor. Both of your guns were strewn across the floor, having been knocked away by the enormous unsub. He watched in amazement as you successfully landed blows to the man, your body agile and limber as you avoided his wild swings.

He cringed as he tried to move, his body aching from the hard throw he had been given. The unsub continued to swing wildly with large knives in each hand. You managed to punch him square in the jaw, causing him to drop one as he stumbled back. You quickly grabbed it as he charged at you with rage in his eyes.

“Y/N!” Spencer yelled in warning as he finally stood. His eyes widened as he watched the unsub stumble back from you, his own knife struck through his chest before falling dead on the wooden floors.

“Spence,” you cried quietly as your body turned, revealing the second knife the unsub had carried now embedded into your side. Blood was flowing from the wound as you pulled it out, falling to the floor as you tried to put pressure on it.

“No, no no,” Spencer cried as he ran over to you, quickly replacing your hands with his as he tried to stop the blood flow. He watched as your head hit the floor, your body struggling to stay conscious.

“Stay with me Y/N,” he pleaded as he heard sirens in the distance. The team would arrive any moment now.

“Spence,” you said quietly as you struggled to keep your eyes open. “Spencer, I love you so much,” you confessed softly, a look of complete adoration in your eyes before you fell unconscious.

“I love you too,” he sobbed as he saw your eyes close. The door was thrown open by Morgan who immediately called for an ambulance before taking over. He pressed against the bleeding wound as Spencer cried desperately, looking at your blood in his hands. 


The smell of chlorine. Beeping coming from machines. Bedsheets, but not the soft ones from your own bed at home.

Hospital. You were in a hospital.

You blinked from the harsh brightness of the white walls. There was a sharp pain in your side as you tried to move where stitches had sewn your wound shut. It took you a second to adjust and only one more to realize there was someone asleep next to you, curled up into the empty space of your bed.

You smiled softly as your hand reached out to stroke the soft brown locks that framed his face. He woke, startled at the sudden movement.

“Sorry,” you quickly apologized as you pulled your hand away. He let out a sigh of relief at seeing you awake before abruptly placing his lips onto yours. Your eyes widened in surprise before you finally reacted, your lips pressing back on his. He smiled, kissing you with eagerness as his tongue found its way into your mouth. You hummed in delight, those fantasies of kissing the man now fulfilled.

“That’s a hell of a hello,” you breathed when you finally pulled away from each other. He chuckled, his hand reaching out to stroke your cheek.

“I love you too,” he replied. A bright smile spread on your face at his own confession.

“You were pretty impressive out on the field,” he added with an impressed lift of his eyebrows.

“So what you’re saying is that you didn’t know I could kick ass?” You replied with a smug grin. Spencer laughed and nodded.

“I guess we all underestimated you,” he admitted sheepishly. “Morgan was impressed when he found out it was you who killed the unsub.”

“It’s like you all forget I went through the same FBI training as you,” you laughed with a shake of your head. “I was actually top of my class when it came to the physical aspects of it.”

“After what I saw, I believe it,” he smiled. You looked up as the door swung open, the team crowding in happy to see you.

“You’re up!” Elle exclaimed happily. You smiled brightly as they placed flowers by your bedside, giving the white room a pop of color with the arrangement.

Morgan pushed his way through, coming to stop at the foot of your bed.

“Alright babygirl, explain to me how you managed to take down an unsub twice your size,” he demanded to know with a smile. The team simply laughed at his question.

“You’re not the only muscle on the team, Morgan,” you replied with a smug smile. Elle laughed loudly, ruffling your hair affectionately.

“I guess there’s more to Y/N than we knew.”

Hotch smiled as he watched the rest of the team crowd you, asking you to recount your battle story even though they had already heard it from Reid. The room was buzzing with happy energy and it reminded him of the way a family would come together, carefree and loving.

part (II/∞) good seventeen concepts to consider thinking about on a bad day:

  • making woozi smile so hard after a stressful day at pledis working on songs and you can see the way his mouth curls up at the sides and how his face starts to regain a glow all because you told him you were really proud of him and that whatever he has in store for seventeen is going to be mesmerizing - you’re sure of it!

  • passing by a stray cat and agreeing with joshua that you two should buy some food for it from a nearby convenience store and when you hurry back to feed the cat you notice how gently joshua speaks to it and how sincerely he hopes that one day it’ll find a warm home. the pureness of a person couldn’t be more evident in that moment.

  • drinking a really tall, cold glass of lemonade with s.coups after he’s been practicing and praising him on how well he’s leading everyone and when you least expect it he leans over, unfortunately knocking his lemonade over, but still pressing a soft kiss of gratitude against your lips