#criminalmindsfluff

[spicycrispychicken]

Spencer Reid x Reader -- Sweatshirt

Class: Fluff, Romance, Slight 18+ Includes: Fluff, minimal 18+, cuddling, Spencer’s favorite sweatshirt, sappiness Plot: Reader gets cold during a movie night and wants to wear Spencer’s sweatshirt. He refuses-- let the games begin. A/N: My first Spencer Reid x Reader oneshot! Let me know what you think, and if you have any requests! -------------------

"I've got the popcorn! Start it!" Spencer jumped onto the couch beside you, grinning ear and causing you to squeak in surprise as you almost fell into him.

An easy laugh slipped from your lips as your eager boyfriend nestled in beside you, resting the blue plastic bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. He pulled you into him, trapping you against his chest with deceivingly strong arms. You laughed again, squirming a bit to get more comfortable before starting the movie-- Pet Sematary. Spencer had convinced you to watch a horror movie with him, as his favorite Holiday was quickly approaching and it would help set the mood for it. He didn't actually own a television, so your house was the only option.

"Did you know," the doctor began, a common introduction to another info dump session, "Pet Sematary--the book-- was actually so unsettling to Stephen King that he wasn't even planning on publishing it in the first place? He only did so to fulfill a publishing contract he wanted to get out of. It was also inspired by a real life situation, too. Back when he was a resident of..." and he rambled on, and on, and on. You usually didn't stop him, because you couldn't. You found your heart swelling with affection every time he did this, and you hung onto every word he uttered. However, he was still info dumping when the first scene rolled around.

You placed a gentle kiss on his lips to silence him, and you felt his body tighten then relax as a result. He looked dazed when you pulled away, and you couldn't help but chuckle. "The movie is starting, Spence." "O-Oh. Sorry," he responded sheepishly. "Don't apologize," you smiled warmly before snuggling back into him. He placed a kiss on top of your head and settled in. 

This was bliss. You couldn’t think of anywhere you would rather be than here with him-- granted, you weren’t thrilled that he insisted on a horror movie, but the way his face lit up when you agreed to it made it worth it. You really couldn’t express how much you adored him... well, actually, you could. You wanted so badly to finally tell him that you loved him, but you didn’t want to overwhelm him. He was easily spooked, and was relatively new to the dating game. You hesitated because you didn’t want to scare him off. Saying it too soon would do that, no doubt. It had been five months, but there was no guaranteeing that Spencer was ready yet.

It was getting harder and harder with every passing day.

You hadn’t realized how distracted you’d been until you felt a shiver run through you. It was colder in the house than you realized. Spencer was warm, but not warm enough to keep a chill from nipping at you. You squirmed a bit more in his arms, which he loosened a bit to give you more free range. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you assured him, “just cold...” you eyed his baggy sweatshirt, one of his favorites to lounge around in. You knew it to be very fuzzy on the inside because he once made you feel the inside of his sleeve. He squinted at you, and it didn’t take him more than a beat to realize what you were looking at and why. You wanted to wear his sweatshirt.

“No... no, this one is my favorite one!” “Please!” You begged. He shook his head and moved his arms off of you to cross them over his chest, as if protecting the sweatshirt. “No! I won’t see it again for a month!” “Don’t be such a drama queen. Give,” you grabbed at the fabric of his sleeves. He laughed and remained stubborn, even sticking his tongue out at you mockingly. You gasped. Spencer managed to wiggle himself free from under you and bolted into the kitchen. You scrambled to your feet and chased after him, leaving the movie playing for an empty couch and untouched popcorn. 

When you made it to the kitchen, your boyfriend was standing at the far end, his arms still crossed. He narrowed his eyes at you. “Why can’t you get one of your own? You have six of them... and that purple snuggy,” he tried to reason.  “Four of them are in the dirty laundry, actually.” “Fine. Two sweatshirts and a purple snuggy. Why does it have to be mine?” He tensed up as you neared him. When you lunged to wrap your arms around him, he swerved quickly (though not gracefully) around you. You narrowly missed, stumbling and whirling around to see that he was already backing towards the other end of the kitchen.

“Spencer!” You laughed through his name. “Stay away!” He tried not to laugh, but the wide smile and bright look in his eyes gave away how amused he was by your failed attempt to grab him. Spencer ran, and you followed him, all the way into your room and around the rug in the middle of your floor. He nearly slipped in his socks on the hardwood, but he managed to steady himself. You closed some of the space between the two of you during his clumsy display, but his long legs carried him back out of your room and into the living room where it began. 

Your heart was racing, and you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face.  “Just give up and give me the sweatshirt,” you said lowly. You both stood still, trying to stare the other down.  “Never.” “Spence.” “It’s not happening! Sorry, you’ll just have to go get one of yours.” “Why don’t we trade? You can wear my green one with the blue sleeves, and I’ll wear yours?” “That-- literally makes no sense! You would be going to get the sweatshirt to give to me, so why not put it on?”

You pouted, but Spencer remained stubborn. You paused to think about what might get him to break. You began to formulate an idea, putting together a quick and easy plan.

You walked up to Spencer, slower this time. He backed up, about to make another run for it. You held up your hands in front of you. The nerdy agent squinted at you, testing the waters by staying still. 

“Fine, fine...” you said slowly. “You look really cute in it anyway.” “I-I do?” Spencer was hesitant. You felt your heart in your throat now, anxious about what you had planned. You tried to hide it though. You swallowed your heartbeat, and by the time you were close enough to reach out and touch him, he was turning red. Maybe it was the devilish smile that crept its way to your lips, or the way you looked his lanky figure up and down. In the few times that you slept with Spencer, you had learned that he was typically submissive in situations like the one you were creating. You were going to work that to your advantage.

“Mhm. What? Haven’t I told you that before?” you questioned him with a coyish glint in your eyes. You stepped closer to him, reaching up and tracing your fingers along his jawline. Your eyes met his before wandering to his mouth. You brushed your thumb against his bottom lip, causing his breath to catch in his throat. He swallowed hard. 

“I know what you’re trying to do.” Spencer’s words came out in an almost breathless rush. You grinned, meeting his hazel eyes again.  “Mm~hm, of course you do. You know everything... you and that big brain of yours. I mean, I can only think of one thing bigger,” you grinned cheekily and flashed a glance down, then let your eyes roam his face as your thigh pressed against him. Spencer let out a gasp, leaning into you involuntarily. You cupped his face, bringing it closer so you could kiss the bridge of his nose. 

“Your big heart.”

Spencer’s eyes narrowed. Clearly that wasn’t the answer he expected. You blinked at him with mockingly innocent eyes. “What? It’s the thing I love most about you, Spencer~”

And there it was.

You hoped he hadn’t caught it, but you knew you weren’t lucky enough for that. Spencer stared at you, wide eyed and slack jawed for a different reason now. You stepped away from him and threw your hands over your mouth.

“Did-- you just...?” Spencer stammered. You nodded slowly in response. He seemed thoughtful for a moment. You mustered up the will to tear your hands away from your burning face. 

“I... I’m sorry. It just slipped out! I wasn’t thinking and--” “Well... did you mean it?” He asked, looking at you with knitted brows.  You were silent, but you nodded sheepishly. “Well then say it,” he placed his hands behind your elbows. You met his longing gaze, one that gave away the beg in his request. Suddenly, you realized your hesitation had been unjustified all this time. Spencer had expressed his love for you in many ways, as you had for him. It was only a matter of saying it now.

“I love you,” You breathed with a growing smile.  Spencer grinned ear to ear. “I love you too!” Excitement dripped from every word of his proclamation. His hands moved slowly to cup your face. The smile didn’t leave his perfect lips, even as he pressed them against yours. You allowed your eyes to flutter closed on instinct, and everything began to melt away. As corny as this felt, you loved every bit of it. That was when the television roared, causing you to scream shortly and whirl around. Even Spencer jumped a little. But you both sighed in relief when you realized it was just the movie you’d left playing. 

Spencer doubled over laughing at your reaction. You crossed your arms and swatted playfully at his arm.  “Not funny!” “Uh, yeah it actually was,” he insisted when he finished laughing at you. “Don’t act like you didn’t get startled, too!” “No, I did! But at least I didn’t scream like a little kid,” he gave you a playful shove. You scoffed and buried into him again, muttering “Rude” lowly, but loud enough for him to hear. Spencer hugged you tightly, sighing happily and swaying side to side with you.

“Can I have the sweatshirt because you love me?” You blurted out. Spencer tilted his head back and laughed, then groaned in defeat. He let go of you to slip the sweatshirt over his head, revealing a white t-shirt that clung to him. He pulled the sweatshirt over your head, trapping your arms inside. You smiled broadly as you were pulled back into him like before, your arms still trapped inside. You hummed, satisfied with your victory and the total fluffy warmth that enveloped you.

You would be sure to express the depth of your gratitude to him later.

[audreyxmoon]

she’s the one

A little story I’m working on, you are Agent Monroe, and you think you might be catching feelings for a particular Doctor in the BAU.

A bit of a slow burner, part 1.

TW: Fluff, CM case talk, violence (in future chapters), and NOT cannon to the CM universe

I'd been working at Interpol for around two years, and just as I was about to get comfy, preparing for my first long term undercover mission, my boss Agent Perkins decided they needed me at the BAU, so a week later I walked into the open plan bullpen holding a cardboard box with my things. I stumbled down the short set of stairs trying not to drop the heavy box when a man approached me taking the box from my hands and tucking it easily under a toned bicep. 'You must be Agent Monroe?' He asked.

'Yeah!' I said brightly.

'I'm Agent Morgan.' He said with a cheeky grin. 'I'll introduce you to the team.' He lead me over the the group of desks in the centre of the room, dropping my box on the only empty one. Sitting at the desk beside mine was a woman with long dark hair, she was scribbling in a case file. I assumed the desk on the other side was Agent Morgan’s. Across from my desk a lanky guy sat in a swivel chair staring at me as he fiddled with a pen in his long fingers. I smiled raising my eyebrows and he quickly looked away, and I could see that he was blushing. At the desk beside the lanky guy's was another woman with blonde hair, she was talking furiously into a phone. Before Morgan could say anything Agent Hotchner beckoned me into his office up the stairs, and I quickly complied. 'Hello again Agent Hotchner.' I said politely.

'Nice to see you Agent Monroe.' Agent Hotchner began before reeling off a list of rules. He and Agent Rossi had picked me out of high school to work undercover for Interpol so I was used to his no-nonsense ways. 'And Hotch is fine.' His eyes sparkled with the closest resemblance of smile his stony face could muster before opening the door for me. 'Get to know the team a bit.' He ushered me out of his office so I was out on the landing. The huddle that had formed around Agent Morgans desk looked over at me guiltily and unceremoniously dispersed. 'For profilers they're not very inconspicuous.' Agent Rossi mused from behind me, making me smirk before entering Hotch's office. I walked down the stairs before I was intercepted by the blonde and the brunette. 'Hi, I'm JJ.' The blonde said with a grin.

'I'm Prentiss.' The brunette followed.

'As in, Emily Prentiss?' I asked surprised.

'Yeah, I heard you're from Interpol?' Prentiss replied.

'Yeah.'

'Is Perkin's still a hardass?' Prentiss asked.

'Yeah.'

We both laughed, as JJ lead us back to the desks. 'Agent Monroe these are Morgan and Dr Spencer Reid.'

Dr Reid was the lanky one, and he waved with a small smile that made me instinctively smile back.  'You can just call me Aud. Everyone does.'

'Okay Aud. Where are you from?' Morgan asked.

'I'm from a lot of places but my mum's Korean and my dad's white. I've lived virtually everywhere though.'

'You have a seemingly Australian accent which makes you part of the point zero, zero, zero three percent of the American population that have migrated from Australia.' Dr Reid randomly spouted.

I blinked. 'Do you just... have that information in your head.'

'He has an eidetic memory.' Morgan said rolling his eyes. 'Basically, he's a walking encyclopaedia.'

Dr Reid looked down bashfully, a half smirk on his face that made the pit of my stomach feel weird. I tried to settle the feeling by making myself a coffee in the small kitchenette, also because I hadn't been assigned anything to do yet. I wasn't sure why I was here. I wasn't a terrible Interpol agent. I'd help capture one of the most notorious drug lords in North America by posing as his girlfriend for a full month. I didn't have much longer to ponder as Morgan touched my arm, sidling in beside me. 'Wanna come to the bar after work You can get a lift with me and Reid, the whole team's coming.'

'Sure!' I said eagerly. I was always up for a drink. 'If I can back more drinks than you tonight you owe me 20 dollars.' I said bravely.

Morgan looked taken aback for a moment before a determined look settled on his face. 'Bet. I can just tell we're gonna be good friends.' We shook on it and I wandered back to my desk to sit and wait for a few more hours.

---

After about ten minutes I was bored again, and it was just me and Dr Reid left in the Bullpen. I strolled over and peered over his shoulder to see he was frowning at a hefty case file. 'What are you looking at?' I asked, bringing JJ's chair over and sitting down beside Reid.

'Nothing!' He said slamming the file closed and shoving it clumsily into a drawer, a photograph fluttering out and onto the floor. We both leant down to pick it up and our hands touched. I quickly pulled my hand away, and Reid shoved the photograph back into the drawer. 'S-sorry about that.' He stuttered, smoothing his hair behind his ears.

'S'allright. Confidentiality and that.'

He smiled up at me. 'How old are you?'

'23 this year.' I replied.

'Seriously! Im 24. You've beaten my record!' He said surprised. 'We're basically kids to everyone else.' He said leaning back in his chair.

'How long have you been here?'

'Not long, maybe a year or so.'

I nod. The conversation stills, and I have to stop myself from saying anything stupid to fill the sudden space. 'Can you help me with something?' Reid asked tentatively.

'Of course!' I said a little more eagerly than I would've liked. Reid removed a case file from the stack on his desk and rolled his chair over so I could bring mine in beside his at the desk. He opened it to reveal a series of pictures showing 6 different victims. There was no damage to the body but the glazed over eyes showed they were dead. 'There were high amounts of adrenaline in the toxicology report.' Reid nodded.

'What's suspicious? Could've been a heart attack.' I asked.

'That's what I thought...' We spent the next few hours theorising over the case until Morgan grabbed Reid from behind, scaring him. Morgan laughed as Reid batted him away annoyed. 'It's home time kids.' He said. Reid began shoving random things into his satchel and I grabbed my bag from my desk. 'Audrey!' I heard someone call. I turned around to see one of my friends from high school pull me into a tight hug. 'Penelope!' I gasped. 'Wha-'

'I'm the tech analyst here.' She said.

I hugged her again. 'Pen! Why didn't you say anything!'

'I wanted it to be a surprise!'

'Aww you silly chook.' I said warmly.

'C'mon guys!' Morgan called from the doorway. I got in the back of Morgan's car with Reid as Penelope got in the front and Morgan drove. Penelope and Morgan began to go on about some guy named Kevin as Reid picked at his argyle print woolen vest. 'So how did you find your first day at the BAU?'

'Pretty cruisy if I'm honest.'

'Trust me, it get's worse.' Reid said, but this smile wasn't joking, and it didn't quite reach his eyes.

'Well at least I've got some of the best to teach me.' I said with a smirk, nudging Reid's dress shoed foot with my own converse clad one. I nod at the book on his lap. 'Hemmingway?' I ask.

'Yeah.'

'You're planning on reading Hemmingway while you're at a bar?' I asked incredulously.

'Bars aren't really my thing...' Reid said raising his eyebrows and gesturing at himself.

'Aw sure they aren't, pretty girls and guys, drinks, dancing, there's something for everyone!'

Morgan laughed from the front. 'If you can get Reid to have one drink then I'll give you 10 dollars.'

'Added onto our original bet?' I asked.

'Of course because I'm going to win and there's no way you can get Reid to even have a sip of a drink.'

'Oh its on.' I responded.