#♘I didn't start the fire ( asks )

[sixofpomegranates]

omg, i had an idea but i can’t find anyone who wrote it 😭😭 could you do one where spence gets the reader a puppy (dashund, preferably) for christmas?! i love you so much xx

♞𝙰 𝙳𝚘𝚐 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊♘

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A/N: This title has many meanings. I want a puppy. + Love you too✨

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

CW: Tooth Rotting Fluff, Dogs, Christmas **********

*picture does not describe the looks of the reader* **********

☀︎ POV: Spencer ☀︎

Love makes us do strange things. I'd never believed that it would happen to me, however. Both falling in love and doing strange things. Yet, here I was, at a dog sanctuary, getting a dog for the love of my life.

I didn't really like dogs – I didn't hate them either, but they were everything that I wasn't. They were extroverted, liked to go outside, eager to be with people, and didn't mind getting dirty.

Literally, everything I wasn't. But they were everything my girlfriend was.

[y/n] and I were like fire and water, like cat and... Well, dog.

People, most of the time, couldn't believe that I was blessed with a woman like her. They didn't understand how she hadn't already dumped me and gotten a guy more like her. Hell, not even I understood it, to be honest.

But there she was. It was unbelievable to love her.

After two years of dating, we'd moved together, we'd never really spent a night apart since starting to date, anyway. We had gotten a house Derek had started to renovate and [y/n] had helped him finish it up, adding some additional built-in bookshelves for me.

The house was a do-it-yourself dream of [y/n], she painted the walls, made most of the décor, and had a vegetable patch.

I just lived there, going along with all of her plans.

Even if she would've painted everything pink, I wouldn't care.

I didn't care where and how I lived as long as it was with her.

And if I had to now also share my life with a four-legged fleabag, fine by me.

This sanctuary was a nice place, when ignoring the germs and dirty dogs jumping up your legs. It belonged to a lesbian couple solely adopting older dogs from shelters, also stray pregnant ones, making sure the mothers and puppies had the best options of finding a home.

I was not going to buy a puppy from a puppy mill or pet shop.

[y/n] would never forgive me for supporting those awful places while there were dogs that really needed somebody to love them.

A couple of weeks ago, I'd been here, having met some of the puppies from the last litters. Today, the day of Christmas, I would take one home.

*****

☁︎ POV: [y/n] ☁︎

I really didn't know what Spencer was planning. After having spent all day preparing for our little Christmas dinner for two, I had gotten an address sent by him, telling me to come immediately.

At least I knew it wasn't an emergency, we had a secret word for when something bad happened. Blake had given Spencer that idea.

Arriving at the address, I got out, looking at the large family home. Spencer stood there on the porch, smiling.

"Hey, Babes," he greeted me, kissing me. "What is going on?" I asked suspiciously, trying to look at whatever he was holding behind his back.

He revealed a little gift back, handing it to me. "Merry Christmas."

The content of this bag was a little red collar with a bow, I looked up at him and smiled. "That's not going to fit me, Spence."

He became as red as a tomato, shaking his head. "N-No, I- Uhm... Puppy."

Puppy.

PUPPY.

"Oh my god," I whispered. "But you said you don't like dogs." Spencer nodded. "But I love you, and if one makes you happy, I bet I could get along with it as well."

He lead me into the house, into a room where a woman, was waiting next to a litter of wild, happy dachshund puppies.

"You said they're your favorite," Spencer smiled, and I nodded, kneeling down and holding out my hand for the little puppies to smell on.

"I'm dead and have gone to heaven," I mumbled, making the woman laugh.

"They're twelve weeks, all have their shots, their papers, and are healthy," she explained, while I began playing with the little ones.

"And I just get to pick one?" I asked my boyfriend, making him nod. "That's the plan."

Choosing one when you want the whole dachshund army was going to be the toughest decision of the year. They were all adorable, their tiny, long bodies hopping around and playing with each other.

Between all the black and red furry babies, a sleeping chocolate brown pup caught my eyes. It had been sleeping the whole time, not even noticing that we were there.

I carefully crawled over to it, reaching out and softly stroking its head.

As it slowly opened its eyes, it stretched a little, making the same whining sound Spencer made when being woken up.

It got up, stretching again and waddling towards me, wagging its tail happily. After some more patting, it crawled into my lap, rolled into a ball, and started to sleep again.

"Spence," I whispered excitedly. Holding back the urge to giggle and say 'You're coming home with me' with the little puppy.

"Guess we have a winner," he chuckled, talking to the woman and finding out that this was a little girl.

They had called her Luna until now. That had to change though. Luna was the most cliche dog name I could think of.

While I stayed with soon-no-longer Luna, Spencer paid for her. I took my time to change her green collar to the red one with bow, Spencer had given me. She didn't even wake up, tired little baby.

Once Spencer came back with our papers, we said goodbye, walking to the car.

"I can't believe you bought me a puppy," I giggled, giving Spencer my keys so he could drive while I held Nameless.

"You always said you wanted one." I nodded. "And because you're the best boyfriend in the world, you got me one."

*****

After an expansive trip to a pet store, we had more toys than Spencer had books, some food, bowls, a leash, and so on.

I just finished up our dinner in the kitchen, rewatching an episode of WandaVision, as Spencer came in, holding little Nameless.

"Hey, my babies," I greeted them, kissing first Spencer and then the puppy.

"She still needs a name if you don't want to stick with Luna," he smiled, holding the puppy like a baby while she almost fell asleep. So much for him, not being a dog person.

"Luna definitely has to go," I snickered, looking back onto my phone as the studio audience laughed at Wanda turning the chicken back into eggs.

He chuckled, making the puppy look at him. "Как тебя зовут, Рыбка?

I loved when he spoke Russian, I didn't understand a word, but god was it hot.

"How about Wanda?" I asked without thinking.

"Wanda?" Spencer repeated, looking down at my phone. "Oh, Wanda Maximoff Reid. I like it. Do you like it?"

Spencer really didn't care as long as I was happy. It was a good thing we planned on staying together forever because I would never be able to find another man like him.

Spencer was the man other women could only dream of, and he was all mine.

"I like it too," I said, and he nodded happily, stroking over Wanda's fur before stopping and looking concerned.

"Huh," he said, making me frown. "What? What is it?" I asked worried, and he came closer.

"I don't know, she seems to have something at her neck," he mumbled. "Can you check? I hold her."

I nodded, guiding my hand along the collar. I stopped as my hand touched something cold. Looking closer, there was a diamond ring on Wanda's collar.

"Oh my God," I whispered, looking at Spencer, who handed me Wanda and got down on one knee.

"[y/n]?" He asked. "I've been thinking about how we could make our first Christmas in our forever home unforgettable, and I figured that having you become my wife would be the perfect way to do so. Will you marry me?"

Tears filled my eyes and I had to be careful not to accidentally drop Wanda. Sinking to my knees, I kissed Spencer with all the love I had to give.

"Of course, I'll marry you."

Giggling through his own tears, he whispered, "I love you so much." "I love you too," I whispered back, kissing him again.

Then he took the ring from Wanda's collar and placed it on my finger.

Smiling, I asked, "Since when have you planned this?"

Spencer shrugged, starting to blush, "Wanda's twelve weeks old, so I'd say four months, maybe five? But I already knew I wanted to marry you after our first date."

"Oh my god, I love you so much," I mumbled to myself, letting Wanda down and jumping to my feet, helping Spencer up and starting to serve our dinner.

"I don't think I can top your surprises with my gifts for you this year," I sighed a little, serving the mashed potatoes first.

He waved me off, "Every day you love me is the biggest surprise and greatest gift you could get me."

I softly hit his chest and he pulled me onto his lap.

"I guess you don't want your replica of the Star Trek light-and-sound communicator then," I shrugged with a smile. His eyes went wide, "What?"

"I bought you one because you said you'd like to start a little replica collection once we have the room for it." Looking to the ceiling, he exclaimed, "I have the best wife in the world."

"Fiancée," I corrected, making him chuckle. "Just a matter of time, [y/n]." He placed a kiss on my lips. "Just a matter of time."

The squeaking of a dog toy made us look at Wanda, battling a plush dog bone at least half her size. We laughed at the view and I rested my head on Spencer's shoulder.

Spencer was my forever home.

I was living the best life imaginable, and this Christmas would forever be unforgettable.