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Matthew Gray Gubler as Russell the Road Manager

Galaxy | Spencer Reid x Reader Platonic

WC: 1326 

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff.

A/N: In this house we love Spencer Reid and we love platonic soulmates even more. Enjoy!

Derek Morgan didn’t believe in soulmates until you joined the BAU. It was impossible to deny that your connection with the unit’s resident genius was nothing short of galactic, a product of the universe so complex Spencer himself didn’t even fully understand it.

You had been pulled straight from the Academy, hand picked by Rossi and Hotch. Your military background and instinctual street smarts made up for your still-developing profiling skills, for which you had a lot of potential. Hotch had bounced you around on your first field case to see who you would work best with, it surprised everyone when you and Reid fit together like a perfect pair of mismatched socks.

His logic and gangly awkwardness was harshly juxtaposed by your intuition and awareness, which was part of why you worked so well together. Hotch didn’t pair you up for every case, but everyone on the team benefitted when he put the two of you together.

Now, years later, Morgan could easily observe the way each of you cherished the presence of the other. You had just worked a long case, ending in a high speed car chase with you behind the wheel of the SUV and Spencer as your copilot. You apprehended the unsub without hesitation, Spencer right behind you. The unsub was handcuffed before the rest of the team had even arrived and not a single gunshot was fired.  

Clearly it had taken a lot out of both of you, who now shared a small pillow as you curled up on the jet, the tops of your heads barely touching. You had often told the team you didn’t like sleeping on planes, and most of the time you didn’t, but every time you lost consciousness while flying it was always because Spencer was by your side.

Otherwise you were reading (swapping books on particularly long flights) or playing chess. Derek personally liked the latter because you had no idea how to play chess at all. The jet always filled with your laughter when Spencer squirmed in frustration at your entirely random moves “it’s like you’re not even trying, (y/n)”. It was always a much needed brightness to their mostly dismal profession.

“Did you know?” Morgan asked Hotch quietly when the older man sat down next to him.

“That they’d work so well together when I hired (y/n)? No. I wish I could take credit for it, but I had no idea.”

At first, Morgan thought your friendship with Reid rivaled his with Garcia, but he soon realized that your relationship with the doctor was on a completely different level. There was nothing inherently romantic or sexual about your relationship at all. “Why are you talking about marriage?” Emily had asked when she sat down at her desk. You and Spencer looked at her innocently and deadpanned in unison, “tax benefits” Still, your friendship was built on mutual love and respect for the other.

You were the first one by his side when he got out of a particularly tough situation, and he was the first one by yours when you had a PTSD episode. He was the only one who knew about everything that had happened while you were in the military, even Garcia only had access to what had been printed about the years you spent overseas. You knew every detail about the time he was held captive in a shed by Tobias Hankel, as well as his relationship with his parents.

You were always the first to call dibs on Spencer when hotel rooms needed to be shared, as well as the first to reprimand him for taking his bulletproof vest off when he was in dangerous situations. He always called you first when he figured something out and you weren’t already by his side, and had you proofread every conference lecture he wrote.

You moved in sync with each other in a way the others tried so hard to figure out, both in the field and office. Refilling each other’s coffee was second nature, as was working on adjoining dry erase boards and tracking down unsubs. Your lives were intertwined, two inseparable souls.

Derek had only seen you argue once, after your yearly October Horror Movie weekend. You fought for two weeks over who would be the better villain, “I’d hide in the place with the lowest probability of being found-” “Sure, but in the time it took you to calculate the probability I’d already be fleeing the country with no less than three hostages.” Ultimately, you decided that if you were both villains in a horror film you would meet up and become an unstoppable team there too.

It was also no secret that you would always accept Spencer’s outing invitations, even if it meant going to movies in languages you didn’t understand “I don’t need to understand Korean to know that there were some big moral decisions happening on that train. Did they explain more about the zombies in the dialogue?” Likewise, one of the only lists you had memorized was that of all the 24-hour restaurants in the immediate area. It was the kind of friendship that only the two of you could have, as kids who had gone through too much turmoil and just needed some consistency for once.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” Morgan asked his mentor, his voice still hushed.

“Do you?”

“I didn’t, and yet here they are,” Hotch chuckled at his response.

Morgan watched as you shifted, blinking vigorously a few times to clear the drowsiness from your eyes. Still barely conscious, your gaze locked with Derek’s. You flipped him off subtly with a sleepy smile, adjusting where your head was on the pillow you were sharing with Reid.

“You ok?” Spencer’s eyes were still closed, his raspy voice the only indication that he was remotely close to being awake. Morgan suspected that the doctor didn’t even realize he had spoken, and instead checked in with you out of habit. Your response, a ‘mhmm’ as your eyes fluttered closed, confirmed that the exchange was something you and Spencer probably wouldn’t even remember.

Derek didn’t need to be a profiler to know you shared moments like these frequently with Reid. It was tradition for you and Spencer to watch as many episodes of Doctor Who as possible once you finished working on a case and had caught up on sleep, leaving you well rested and buzzing with energy when you next went into the office “the daleks are way scarier than the cybermen, I’d rather fight 100 cybermen than one dalek.” It would be dumb for anyone to assume the two of you went to your separate apartments after traveling.

It would be dumb for anyone to assume that you spent much time apart at all, the whole team knew you and Spencer spent more time together than anyone else. What Derek wasn’t privy to was the private moments shared between you, such as your frequent trips out of the city to lay on the hood of your car and watch the stars. “This is how people get murdered, (y/n).” “Any unsub that even thinks about harming us is an idiot. Attacking two armed agents is a federal crime.” “You brought your gun?” “You didn’t? Now you’re just asking for a serial killer to pop out of those bushes, Spence.”

You, much like many others that worked in the BAU, were living proof that people could still be good and do good even with more than a lifetime of trauma. Morgan loved you the way he loved the rest of the team. You fit in with them as well, becoming family in a way not many outsiders could. Mostly, though, Derek loved that you brought out the best in Spencer. In their many years of working together Derek had not seen Spencer as content with his life until you were in it, and that was most important.

yes🐸

No Grave ➳ S. Reid

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: mentions of blood, surgery, a gun wound, quite some angst, Spencer and Reader are next level whipped for each other

Is there truly nothing that can get in-between true love? Spencer and you are forced to find out in the most painful way. 

(A/N: I kind of let myself get away with this one, it’s dramatic af lmao. But I listened to Hozier’s Work Song while writing it, so can you really blame me?)

Derek Morgan normally prided himself in having fairly quick reflexes. He had played college football, his rifle scores had always been consistently good, he was able to take down an unsub in less than a minute. But none of that had helped him when a psychotic suspect had shot down his best friend. He had to watch it happen as if it was in slow motion, his voice failing him and not even allowing him to yell out a warning. Spencer had sunken to the floor with a surprised look, blood already beginning to seep through the fabric of his shirt. He coughed weakly and immediately all of Morgan’s attention was on him. Full of worry, he barely even noticed Hotch arriving on the scene and taking down the suspect. “(Y/N).” Spencer spluttered out; his voice hoarse. Now, all of a sudden, everything was happening way too quickly. Morgan frowned in confusion at his friend’s words. “Is that the Unsub’s accomplice? Come on, Reid, stay with me.”, he growled, applying pressure to the gun wound. But he could feel Reid’s body growing limp. “Call (Y/N).” Was the last thing Spencer weakly whispered before passing out.

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