𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

Unlikely Trio - Criminal Minds

🏳️‍🌈🌈Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Spencer Reid x Male!Reader x Derek Morgan
Summary: As you sleep on the jet, your boys talk about how lucky they are with you.
A/n from me the NancyWheelersPartner: I love this too much and I- I can't deal with this, my gay heart is literally exploding.

Credits to:@malereader-inserts

"Can you stop staring, I'm trying to sleep."

JJ snorted as she hears your very tired voice from one of the corners of the jets, you leaned against the wall as your two significant others sat across you. You had your eyes closed, but you were getting conscious as their eyes harden their stare. You sighed as you opened your eyes, looking to your left to Emily.

"Don't look at me, I don't have control over them."

Hotch chuckles, hearing the conversation, "Alright, boys, let (Y/n) sleep."

"Thank you, at least someone comes to my rescue," You exclaimed, shifting yourself and leaning against the wall.

"You can pester him later when we're off the jet," Hotch finished as you let out an exasperated sigh, making everyone on the jet chuckle.

It's not your fault you got injured in the latest case, it was supposed to be an easy investigate house and leave kind of job, and yet, the unsub had trapped the house. So, whilst you opened one of the doors, you had triggered one of the wires - shooting an arrow right into your shoulder. You wear a bulletproof vest to avoid getting critically harm if shot. They don't prepare you when you get shot with an arrow, then again you don't know what the odds are on getting shot with an arrow in your daily life.

And, you rather not ask Spencer on that statistic.

So, here you were in the jet on the way home, trying to sleep. You've tried to say to your boyfriends that it wasn't that much of a deal. It wasn't that deep of a wound and the doctors said you'll be healed two weeks tops and in that time, you're on desk work - not that you were complaining.

But, they refused to take your word for it. They are way too observant, they saw you wince when you accidentally moved it, groaned when a police officer had patted you against the shoulder. They had noticed that you were losing concentration quicker than usual because you were too distracted with the throbbing pain in your shoulder.

You get it, they were concerned for you and you would be too. But, they're your boyfriends, not your mother. You just wanted to sleep before your boyfriends overwhelm you with excessive worry. You let out a sigh of content when you feel both their stares divert somewhere else.

Emily had suggested that they play poker, she had felt that you were uncomfortable and tense under their stares, and whilst she found the whole situation amusing - you really did need your rest. After five minutes of their game, they see you visibly relax and your breathing even out signalling that you were out cold.

"You know," Emily hummed, "You two getting together, predicable, but then adding (Y/n)? Unpredictable."

"Why do you say that?" Spencer asked, tilting his head, "We're very lucky to be with him..."

"Is that so?" Emily wondered, eyebrow raising as a soft snore could be heard from your end, "Bless him, he seems tired out."

"I don't blame him," Rossi mentions, also listening to their conversation, "I don't think he could sleep well after getting hit by an arrow. I heard him muttering about if he hadn't moved that was straight to his throat - I wouldn't be so surprised if he's been dreaming a different outcome."

Emily cooed as your boyfriends looked over to you, your arms wrapped around your stomach as you had one of those neck pillows around you, your head against the wall. It seems like they get baffled on how quickly you fall asleep, you could be the most talkative person and yet fall asleep mid-sentence.

"I don't doubt your love for him," Emily continues, "I like you three happy together. You guys seem so lucky."

"Of course, we are," Spencer nodded, a smile creeping on his lips as his eyes light up.

"I mean, there are so many great things about (Y/n), what's not to love about him?" Derek continues, laughing and shaking his head as he remembers your little quirks and such, "I mean he's already great at work, but off-work, you see a different part to him."

"I heard he teaches baseball for little league," JJ speaks up, looking up from her book, "I was considering to send Henry for it."

"That'll be adorable," Spencer gushed, "And yes, (Y/n) does do little league, you should see him and Derek play, I always get concerned that one of them will get hurt."

"Yeah, I always forget how fast (Y/n) is," Derek shakes his head, "I mean who would have thought this man could play the piano blindfolded? Or when he was younger, was that type of kid you hated in high school because he was all about sports."

"God, I hated them," Emily rolls her eyes as she exclaims her opinion, "I mean, they were always rude, and our sweet (Y/n) being a jock, it just doesn't add up."

Derek nods, agreeing, he might like sports as he grew up but you were more a sports fanatic than him, "You should come by his apartment and you'll see his high school photo album, he looks good in a varsity jacket."

"Also, on top of that, he has a passion for piano and has a great vinyl collection," Spencer continues, "He's a horrible dancer, but there's never a day in his apartment where there isn't music playing. He's adorable when he tries to dance, but without a fail, he always seems to get both of us to join him."

The game of poker was abandoned as they continued to talk about you and their relationship with them, they didn't know how long they were even talking - could be half an hour, could have been an hour. The three of you was an unlikely trio. Everyone remembers how you guys got together, it wasn't Spencer and Derek asking you out - in fact, they had been pitifully pining over you at work. They just didn't know how to invite you into their relationship without getting rejected.

But, unexpectedly, you had come bouncing into work with the brightest smile on your face. Holding up three tickets to a shared love for musical theatre, inviting them two with you, as they agreed. You smile turned into a charming smirk, everyone witness how quickly your aura changing.

The soft sunshine boy switching to a smug charming lad as you exclaimed it was a date with a wink, before heading to Hotch's office with your files. Since then, whilst Spencer and Derek was a great pair, with you, it was perfect as if you were the glue between them, the middle of their personality, their sunshine.

"He can get cocky, it's in his nature..." Spencer complains as Emily chuckled, shaking your head.

"Shut up," You mumbled, "You like it."

The three of them turned to look at you, as you slowly opened your eyes. Blinking awake before stretching yourself into regret as you whine in pain when you awkwardly shifted your shoulder. Derek and Spencer cringed because they didn't want to see you in pain.

"How long have you been awake?" Derek asked as he could feel Spencer tense up next to him, Spencer's awkwardness emitting to everyone as his cheeks blushed red as you catch them talking about you.

"Dunno, five minutes?" You shrugged, then moaning, "I mean, you guys get excited when you talk about me so you started to get louder..."

"Oh, we apologise," Spencer looks at you sheepishly as you shake your head.

"No, please continue, I would love to know the story of how you know you were in love with me..."

There was a smirk on your face as Derek's and Spencer's smile fall flat, causing JJ and Emily to burst out into laughter.

"You're a dick," Derek mutters as you give him a look, "Yeah, yeah, don't say it. We already know. We like it."

"Like?" You teased, licking you lip then biting it, "I think you mean love it, sweetheart."

Derek and Spencer looked at you, you cheekily raised an eyebrow, you might be untouchable now, but you were so going to get it later back at home. You might as well have your fun with it.

A/n: REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE