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A Reid Christmas
Summary: A few Christmas prompts mashed up from this link !!
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Category: holidays, fluff
Warnings/Includes: a kiss maybe..., this is sooo chesy
Word count: 4.4k
a/n: i am in a christmas mood and i want to spend it with Spencer Reid
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The first time you stepped into the Behavioral Analysis Unit, you werenât entirely sure what to expect. Despite your experience in Human Resources, this assignment was a significant departure from the typical office conflicts you mediated. Erin Strauss herself had requested your assistance in an internal investigation involving the BAUâs Unit Chief, Aaron Hotchner. Apparently, accusations had surfaced suggesting Hotchner had bent a few rules, presumably in an effort to protect his team.
You walked into the bullpen wearing your usual crisp blazer and pencil skirt, clipboard in hand, determined to remain impartial and professional. You could feel the tension in the air, a mix of curiosity and apprehension from the team as they watched you approach Hotchner's office. They were used to being scrutinized by external forces, but having HR conduct an investigation in their workspace was a new one.
Hotch, as they called him, was calm, collected, and unwaveringly professional throughout the entire process. You conducted your interviews meticulously, documenting every detail while observing the dynamics of the team. You spoke with Morgan, whose easy charm and casual demeanor couldnât completely mask his wariness; with JJ, whose warmth was tinged with protectiveness for her team; and with Rossi, whose years of experience made him sharp and insightful. Emily Prentiss was direct but guarded, and Penelope Garcia was her colorful, effervescent self, despite clearly disliking your presence in their sanctum.
And then there was Spencer Reid.
Your first meeting with him was brief, almost rushed. Heâd walked into the conference room where you were working, a stack of files in hand, his tie slightly askew. He apologized for interrupting, his voice quick and soft, as though he was already analyzing you and your purpose there.Â
âDr. Spencer Reid,â he said, extending a hand. You shook it, surprised by the firm but gentle grip. âI, um, wasnât aware we had a guest this week. Are you working with the team?â
âNot exactly,â you replied with a polite smile, offering your name. âIâm here conducting an internal investigation on behalf of Erin Strauss.â
His eyebrows raised in recognition of the name, but he didnât say anything further. Instead, he nodded, offered a fleeting smile, and excused himself. It was brief, yet something about his presence lingered in your mind.
Over the course of the week, you caught glimpses of Spencer in action. He moved like his mind was always three steps ahead of everyone else, which, based on his IQ and eidetic memory, it probably was. You couldnât help but admire his passion for his work, his encyclopedic knowledge of nearly everything, and the quiet, almost awkward way he interacted with his colleagues.Â
By the end of your investigation, youâd gathered enough evidence to conclude that Hotch was innocent of the accusations. It was clear that his actions, while unconventional at times, were always in the best interest of his team and the cases they pursued. You presented your findings to Strauss, ensuring that your report was thorough and unbiased.
On your last day in the BAU, Spencer stopped by your temporary desk. He held a book in his hands, a slim volume with a worn cover.
âI noticed you reading during your breaks,â he began, his voice soft but clear. âYou, uh, seemed to favor non-fiction, so I thought you might like this. Itâs one of my favorites.â He handed the book to you, his fingers brushing yours for the briefest moment.
You looked at the cover and smiled. âThank you, Dr. Reid. Thatâs very thoughtful of you.â
âJust Spencer,â he corrected quickly, his ears tinged pink. âAnd, um, thank you. For, you know⊠being fair. To Hotch. To all of us.â
âItâs my job,â you replied warmly. âBut youâre welcome.â
As you left the BAU that evening, book in hand, you couldnât shake the feeling that your week there had been more than just another assignment. Meeting Spencer Reid had been⊠unexpected. You didnât yet know how much that brief encounter would change things, but something about it made you smile all the way home.
The next Monday started like any other. Your morning coffee sat steaming on your desk as you sifted through a stack of paperwork, preparing for a meeting. Everything was perfectly routine until you noticed an envelope that hadnât been there earlier. It was plain white, slightly creased, and unmarked except for your name, written in a careful, slightly curled scrawl that instantly brought a smile to your lips.
You picked it up, already curious, and slid a nail under the seal to open it. Inside was a neatly folded piece of stationery. The handwriting, now familiar after that week in the BAU, made your heart skip just a little. It was undeniably Spencer Reidâs.
You unfolded the paper, eager to see what heâd written.
Dear Y/N,
I hope this letter doesnât come across as strange. Iâve never been particularly skilled at expressing myself in person, especially when it comes to matters that make me nervous, so I thought writing might be a better option.
I wanted to thank you again for the work you did with the BAU last week. You were fair, professional, and kindâqualities that are sometimes hard to come by in situations like that. Itâs clear that youâre exceptional at what you do, and it was genuinely nice to have you around.
That brings me to the reason for this letter. Iâve been debating whether to write it all weekend, and if youâre reading this, it means I finally worked up the courage. I was wondering if you might like to join me for dinner sometime. Thereâs a little Italian restaurant near the Smithsonian that I think youâd enjoy. Of course, if Italian isnât your preference, Iâm more than happy to go somewhere else.
If this isnât something youâre interested in, I completely understand, and I hope this doesnât make you uncomfortable. Either way, I wanted to let you know that I enjoyed meeting you and hope our paths cross again.
Sincerely, Â
Spencer Reid
You finished reading the letter, your cheeks warm and a soft smile tugging at your lips. The fact that heâd taken the time to write a letterâso formal, so earnestâtouched you deeply. It wasnât every day that someone asked you on a date in such a thoughtful way.Â
You glanced at the clock, debating how to respond. After a moment, you pulled out a piece of your own stationery and began writing back. Â
Spencer, Â
Thank you for your letterâit was a lovely surprise to find it on my desk this morning. Iâd be delighted to join you for dinner. Italian sounds perfect, and I trust your recommendation. Â
Let me know what day works best for you. Iâm looking forward to it. Â
Y/N
(xxx) xxx-xxxx
As you finished the note, a small thrill ran through you. You had no idea where this might lead, but one thing was certain: you couldnât wait to see him again. You tucked your response into an envelope, sealed it, and headed toward the BAU to deliver it personally.
The bullpen was bustling with activity when you arrived, the second you stepped through the doors, though, the atmosphere shifted. A few heads turned, and you could feel the curious glances of Derek and Emily as you offered them a polite smile and a quick âGood morning.â Â
You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you approached Spencerâs desk, your heart pounding against your ribs. He was seated, deeply engrossed in a stack of case files, his long fingers flipping through pages with a precision that somehow made you more nervous. The moment he looked up and his gaze locked with yours, you saw itâa flash of uncertainty in his eyes, as if bracing himself for rejection.
For a split second, you wondered if this was a mistake, if he would regret asking you out or if youâd misread the sweetness in his letter. But then you reminded yourself why you were here and smiled, a warm, sweet smile you hoped would ease his worry. Â
âHi, Spencer,â you said softly, your voice carrying just enough to reach him. He blinked at you, his lips parting slightly as if he couldnât quite believe you were standing there.
âH-hi,â he managed, his voice just as soft, laced with nervous energy. His hands fidgeted with the papers in front of him, then quickly stilled when he realized he was doing it.
You held out the envelope, the edges of your smile turning playful as you added a wink. âI think this belongs to you,â you said lightly. The moment he reached out and his fingers brushed yours to take the note, you turned, leaving before the heat of his gaze and your own nerves could make you second-guess yourself.
As you walked away, you could feel his eyes on you, a sensation that made your stomach flutter in the best way. You glanced back briefly, catching the way his expression had shiftedâhis brows slightly raised, his lips parted in surprise, and the smallest hint of a smile beginning to tug at the corners of his mouth.
Spencer sat frozen for a moment, still staring at the envelope in his hands. Slowly, he opened it, his fingers trembling slightly as he unfolded the note inside. He recognized your handwriting instantly, and his eyes scanned the words with a growing sense of disbelief and elation.
By the time he finished reading, Spencer was grinningâan unrestrained, joyful smile that lit up his whole face. Â
âYo, Reid,â Derek called out from his desk, his voice breaking through Spencerâs trance. âYou okay, man? You look like you just won the lottery.â Â
Spencer quickly folded the note and slipped it into his pocket, a faint blush creeping up his neck. âIâIâm fine,â he stammered, his tone betraying just how far from fine he really was. Â
But Derek wasnât buying it, and neither was Emily, who leaned over with an amused smirk. âSpill, Boy Wonder. What did she give you?â Â
Spencer shook his head, a soft laugh escaping him as he stood, smoothing down his tie. âItâs nothing,â he said, but the way his smile lingered betrayed just how much it wasnât nothing. Â
As he turned back to his desk, his mind was already racingâplanning, anticipating, and counting down the minutes until he could see you again.
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The air was crisp, with just the right hint of winterâs chill, as you walked alongside Spencer toward the town square. The streets were lined with twinkling lights and festive decorations, a soft buzz of excitement filling the air as families, couples, and friends gathered for the annual tree lighting celebration. You had been looking forward to this for days, the idea of experiencing a classic Christmas event stirring a childlike giddiness in you.
Spencer, on the other hand, had been skeptical. When youâd first suggested the tree lighting for your date, heâd tilted his head, his brow furrowed slightly. âIt sounds⊠kind of cheesy,â he had admitted, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
âThatâs the point,â youâd replied with a laugh. âItâs supposed to be cheesy. I never got to celebrate Christmas growing up. My parents didnât believe in it, so⊠I want to see what the buzz is about. Please, Spencer?â
And how could he say no to that? The way your eyes lit up at the mere suggestion of the event made it impossible for him to resist. So here you were, bundled up in scarves and gloves, your breath visible in the frosty air as you made your way through the growing crowd.
The square was alive with activity, a large tree standing proudly in the center, its bare branches waiting to be illuminated. A choir sang carols near the base of the tree, their voices weaving through the laughter and chatter of the crowd. Vendors lined the sidewalks, selling hot cocoa, roasted chestnuts, and handmade ornaments.
âLetâs get some cocoa,â you suggested, tugging him toward one of the stands. Spencer let himself be pulled along, his long legs easily keeping pace with yours.
As you waited in line, he turned to you, his expression curious. âSo, no Christmas growing up? Not even a tree?â
You shook your head, your breath puffing in the cold air. âNot a single ornament or candy cane. My parents thought it was frivolous. But I always loved the idea of itâthe lights, the warmth, the magic. Iâd watch Christmas movies and dream about what it would be like.â
Spencerâs face softened, and he reached out, his gloved hand brushing against yours. âThen Iâm glad weâre here tonight. You deserve to experience all of it.â
You smiled up at him, grateful for his understanding. After getting your cocoa, the two of you found a spot near the tree, the anticipation in the crowd growing as the time for the lighting drew near.
When the countdown began, you turned to Spencer, your excitement bubbling over. âThis is it!â you whispered, your eyes sparkling with joy.
He couldnât help but smile at your enthusiasm, his heart squeezing in a way he wasnât entirely prepared for. As the crowd shouted, âThree⊠two⊠one!â the tree came to life, thousands of lights twinkling in vibrant colors, casting a warm glow over the square.
You gasped, your face lighting up in awe as you took it all in. âItâs beautiful,â you said softly, your voice almost drowned out by the cheers around you.
Spencer wasnât looking at the tree. He was looking at you, your expression radiant in the glow of the lights. âYeah,â he murmured. âIt is.â
When you turned back to him, catching his gaze, you felt a blush rise to your cheeks. The moment was perfect, the air between you filled with something unspoken but undeniable.
âThank you for coming with me,â you said, your voice warm. âEven if itâs a little cheesy.â
Spencer smiled, his hand finding yours. âCheesy isnât so bad,â he admitted. âEspecially if it makes you this happy.â
The two of you strolled through the square, your hands brushing occasionally as you walked. The festive lights cast a warm glow on the cobblestone paths, and the air was filled with the sound of carolers and the gentle hum of happy conversations. Your cocoa had cooled by now, but neither of you seemed to mind, too caught up in the magic of the evening.
Spencer pointed out the intricacies of the hand-carved ornaments displayed at one of the vendor stalls, his voice soft but animated as he explained the origins of some of the designs. You listened intently, charmed by the passion in his words, the way his eyes lit up when he shared something he found fascinating.
And then, as if the universe itself decided to add its own touch of perfection to the night, a soft flurry of snow began to fall. You looked up in surprise, a delighted laugh escaping your lips as the delicate flakes drifted down from the sky. The crowd around you buzzed with excitement, children darting through the snow and couples huddling closer together.
âThe first snow of the season,â you murmured, holding your hand out to catch a flake. It melted instantly against your glove, but the chill lingered, making you shiver slightly.
Spencer tilted his head back, his gaze following the snowflakes as they fell. âItâs beautiful,â he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. His breath clouded the air in front of him, and when he looked back at you, his expression softened.
You stood there for a moment, the world around you fading into the background. The square, the lights, the musicâall of it seemed to blur into a quiet hum as your eyes locked with his. The snow gathered lightly on his hair, and you couldnât help but smile at how endearing he looked, standing there with a kind of wonder in his eyes.
âI thinkâŠâ Spencer began, his voice tentative as he took a small step closer. âI think Iâve wanted to do this all night.â
You felt your breath hitch, your heart pounding as he reached out, his gloved hand brushing a stray snowflake from your cheek. The touch was gentle, his fingers lingering for just a moment before he let them drop.
âThen maybe you should,â you whispered, your voice trembling slightly, but not from the cold.
Spencerâs lips curved into a small, shy smile, and he leaned in slowly, giving you every opportunity to pull away. But you didnât. You stood on your toes to meet him halfway, your eyes fluttering closed as his lips brushed against yours.
The kiss was warm, tender, and filled with a kind of sweetness that made your chest ache. It wasnât rushed or practicedâit was soft and genuine, as though neither of you wanted to break the spell the moment had cast.
The snow fell gently around you, dusting your shoulders and hair, but you barely noticed. All you could feel was Spencerâs hand coming to rest lightly on your waist, anchoring you to him as the world seemed to stand still.
When you finally pulled back, the tips of your noses brushing, you opened your eyes to find Spencer gazing at you with an expression that made your heart skip. His cheeks were pink, whether from the cold or the kiss, you couldnât be sure, but his smile was unmistakable.
âThat wasâŠâ He paused, searching for the right word. âThat was perfect.â
You couldnât help but laugh softly, the sound carrying in the crisp winter air. âIt really was.â
Spencer reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering for just a moment longer. âYou, um⊠youâve made tonight unforgettable.â
âSo have you,â you replied, your voice warm. And as the snow continued to fall, you found yourself thinking that maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something truly magical.
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As the days turned into weeks and the holiday season picked up pace, you and Spencer began spending more and more time together. It started with casual dinners and coffee dates but quickly grew into a comfortable rhythm of late-night conversations, spontaneous plans, and shared moments that brought a new kind of warmth to both your lives.Â
Spencer, ever observant and thoughtful, seemed to remember every little thing youâd said about wanting to experience Christmas the way youâd always dreamed. He took it upon himself to make this season unforgettable for you, and the results were nothing short of magical.
One evening, he showed up at your apartment with a small stack of DVDs in hand, a proud but slightly sheepish smile on his face. "I thought maybe we could have a Christmas movie night," he said, holding up the collection like a peace offering. "You mentioned you didnât get to watch a lot of them growing up, so I picked out a few classics."
You couldnât help but grin, already charmed by the effort heâd put into it. "That sounds perfect. What did you bring?"
As you flipped through the stack, your smile widened. There was Itâs a Wonderful Life, Home Alone, Elf, and A Christmas Story, among others. But when you got to Die Hard, you raised an eyebrow and held it up with a laugh. "Seriously? Die Hard?"
Spencer adjusted his glasses, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Itâs set during Christmas. That technically makes it a Christmas movie."
"Oh, youâre one of those people," you teased, poking his side as he squirmed slightly under your touch. "Iâm not sure I can agree with you on that."
He shrugged, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Itâs a classic. Youâll see."
The evening was spent curled up on the couch under a cozy blanket, a bowl of popcorn balanced precariously between the two of you. Spencer had insisted on starting with Itâs a Wonderful Life, claiming it was the quintessential Christmas movie. You had agreed, though not without playfully poking fun at his almost academic defense of its merits.
By the time Elf rolled around, the bickering had reached a friendly crescendo. "Will Ferrell as a grown man in an elf costume? Really?" Spencer asked, his tone skeptical but his eyes betraying his amusement.
"Yes, really," you shot back, grinning. "Itâs hilarious and heartwarming, and if you donât laugh at the âangry elfâ scene, I might have to reevaluate this relationship."
"Fair warning," he replied with a small chuckle, "I donât laugh easily at slapstick humor."
But when the scene came, and Buddy the Elf called Miles Finch an "angry elf," Spencer let out a laugh so unexpected and genuine that it made you laugh harder just from hearing it.
"See?" you said triumphantly, nudging his shoulder. "I told you itâs funny."
Spencer shook his head, still chuckling. "Fine, you win this round."
The debates over Christmas movies became a running theme for the season. He swore by the timeless elegance of White Christmas, while you couldnât get enough of the chaotic hilarity of National Lampoonâs Christmas Vacation. You both agreed, however, that Love Actually had its moments but was wildly overrated.
"Okay, but Die Hard is still the best Christmas movie," Spencer would insist every time, earning a dramatic groan from you.
"Youâre impossible," youâd reply with mock exasperation, though the smile on your face gave away just how much you loved these little arguments.
Between the movie nights, the impromptu snowball fights, and the endless discussions over which holiday tradition to try next, Spencer was determined to give you the perfect Christmas season. And with every laugh, every shared glance, and every stolen kiss under the mistletoe, you couldnât help but think he was succeeding.
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The evening began with Spencer showing up at your door, his arms overflowing with bags of oddly-shaped gifts and rolls of colorful wrapping paper. His sheepish grin was enough to make your heart melt before the night even started.
âI may have overestimated my ability to wrap these on my own,â he admitted as he stepped inside, carefully setting everything down on your living room floor.
You arched an eyebrow at the assortment of gifts spilling out of the bags. âSpencer, how many people are you shopping for?â
âNot many,â he replied defensively. âJust my mom, the team, Henry⊠and you.â
Your face warmed at the last part, but you decided to tease him instead of letting it show. âWell, letâs see what weâre working with. But just so you know, if youâre terrible at this, I reserve the right to laugh.â
âI expected nothing less,â he quipped, his grin widening.
It didnât take long for the chaos to unfold. Spencerâs approach to wrapping gifts was as meticulous as his research, but unfortunately, precision didnât translate to skill. By the time heâd managed to tape one corner of a box, you were already stifling a laugh, your hand pressed to your mouth.
âWhat?â he asked, looking genuinely perplexed as he held up his first attempt. The paper was unevenly cut, the tape crisscrossed in random directions, and the edges bulged where they shouldnât.
âItâs⊠itâs beautiful,â you said between giggles, your eyes sparkling with amusement. âA true work of art.â
Spencer rolled his eyes but smiled despite himself. âI donât think art is supposed to be this lopsided.â
âOkay, okay,â you said, sitting down beside him and taking the gift gently from his hands. âLet me help you. Watch and learn.â
You walked him through the process, showing him how to fold the edges neatly and tape them discreetly. He tried to mimic your movements, but somehow his wrapping attempts still ended up slightly crooked. You didnât mind, thoughâit was endearing, watching him try so hard.
âYouâre too nice to laugh at me again,â he said after his third attempt, glancing at you with mock suspicion.
âOh, Iâm laughing on the inside,â you teased, nudging him playfully. âBut youâre improving. Kind of.â
When the gifts were finally wrapped (with a mix of your expertise and his earnest efforts), you moved on to building a gingerbread house for Henry. Spencer was uncharacteristically quiet as he carefully held up the walls of the tiny structure, his brow furrowed in concentration.
âYouâre doing great,â you said encouragingly, but when one of the walls started to tilt, you couldnât resist stepping in. You walked over and gently placed your hands over his, steadying the gingerbread walls.
Spencer froze at your touch, his heart skipping a beat. He glanced at you, his eyes softening as he took in the patience and warmth in your expression. âThank you,â he said quietly, his voice tinged with something that made your own heart flutter.
âTeamwork,â you said with a small smile. âThatâs what Christmas is all about, right?â
âSomething like that,â he murmured, still looking at you.
Once the house was haphazardly assembledâcomplete with a slightly leaning roof and more icing than structurally necessaryâSpencer produced a box of ornaments and tinsel for your tree. âI thought we could decorate your tree, too,â he said, his tone hopeful.
The idea was sweet, but execution? Not Spencerâs strong suit. Within minutes, there was tinsel tangled in his hair, a rogue strand of lights coiled around his wrist, and more glitter on the floor than on the ornaments.
âThere is tinsel. Everywhere,â you said, dissolving into laughter as you surveyed the chaotic scene. âI think you got more of it on yourself than the tree.â
Spencer pouted, brushing a strand of tinsel off his shoulder. âI guess Iâm not very good at Christmas.â
âAw, donât be such a Scrooge,â you teased, nudging him playfully.
âI knew you were going to say that,â he shot back, but his faux irritation was betrayed by the smile tugging at his lips.
By the time the night ended, the gifts were wrapped, the gingerbread house was (miraculously) intact, and the tree was decoratedâalbeit slightly crooked and glitter-covered. But to you, it was perfect, because it was filled with moments like these: Spencerâs quiet laughter, his shy smiles, and the way his eyes softened whenever he looked at you.Â
âYouâre not bad at Christmas, Spencer,â you said as the two of you stood by the tree, admiring your work. âYouâre just⊠uniquely festive.â
âI think Iâll take that as a compliment,â he said with a chuckle, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
And as you leaned into him, the glow of the tree casting a warm light over the room, you realized this was the kind of Christmas youâd always dreamed ofâand it was all thanks to Spencer.
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summary: since a few days ago, you have been distracted. Something about the holidays and Christmas is triggering to you. Apparently, the team doesn't notice this, but your boss, of course, does. He is troubled, but when you say that you are sick on Christmas Eve, right before dinner, he is ready to go with you and keep you company. He also appears with a small gift that can cheer you up.
genre: angst, hurt, comfort.
pairing: Aaron Hotchner x bau!gn!reader
warning: holidays and Christmas being a nostalgic/sad holiday to reader, mention of reader not being from Virginia, family issues (reader), reader is new member of the team, allusion of an age gap (not specific), reader being called "kid" two or three times.
a/n: so... maybe I projected myself a bit into this fic. I hope whoever feels like the main character feels some comfort and understanding here. I'm sorry if there's anything wrong with the writing, I haven't edited yet, but I wanted it posted before Christmas (it's 11pm in my country). English isn't my first language, please be kind <3. Merry Christmas reader, thank you for being here one more year! I'm proud of you.
Masterlist Spanish ver. On Wattpad (coming soon)

Christmas isn't what it was a few years ago, but neither was your family. When you decided to move to Virginia, far from home, it was hard for you because despite having a broken family, the feeling of wanting to fix everything for everyone was still there. The holidays, especially Christmas, brought back memories of when everything was fine âor so it seemedâ.
The dynamic of the team was like a family, but as the newest member âand one of the youngestâ it was hard to feel completely into it. However, you didn't feel as isolated as you did at first. So, they didn't notice how nostalgic and sad your aura was the days before.
Oh, but Aaron, your boss, did.
It started the day that some workmates decorated the office with a mini Christmas tree, lights and bows. Everyone was heading home, except him, as usual. The paper work ended so the stoic man was closing the door of his office when he noticed the way you were standing in front of the tree, almost giving him your back. He could see half of the profile he caught himself admiring often. The lights were reflected in the sad look similar to that of a child hoping to obtain something impossible.
âWhy are you still here?â He asked, not scolding, but rather with curiosity.
âOh, good night Hotch. I was finishing some paperwork.â Your expression showed that you had come out of a trance.
âAre you done?â
âYes, sir.â
âGood. Maybe we can walk to our cars together.â
âSure.â
He didn't try to make small talk. The feeling of tiredness was in the air, but he also felt that he shouldn't try to break down any kind of personal barrier that you had at that moment. Because despite showing a friendly smile, it was obvious that your mind was somewhere else.
Then, a few days later, you were distracted by something peculiar.
âHey, are you okay?â Derek asked when he noticed that you weren't listening to his theories. Hotch was talking to a police officer, but he was looking at the way your workmate and you were analyzing the crime scene. âAre you cold?â His teasing smile made you chuckle slightly.
âYeah. I still haven't gotten used to the weather, sorry.â The lie went unnoticed by your colleague. They were profilers, but you were one too, so it was kind of easy to fake certain things. It wasn't right, but at that time of the year you just wanted to survive. Besides, you couldn't tell them anything, not because you didn't trust them, but because it was too much to handle.
Across the street, Aaron looked in the direction you were looking before Derek spoke to you. It was a park a few blocks away. There was an ice rink, giant decorations, and lots of families gathered around. What could that place have to distract you so much?
There were many other occasions like that. The last time was on Christmas Eve. Months ago, Penelope had decided to buy an instant camera to take photos of the team inside and outside of work, when they had days off.
âHere it is, my beautiful fellas!â The blonde said excitedly. âYour handmade Christmas gift!â
She made all of you sit around the table, so she could put in the center the sparkling red notebook, with silver letters. 'Memories at the BAU' could be read.
âGarcia! It's so beautiful!â Emily said, smiling. Derek hugged his friend in appreciation and JJ got closer to Emily so she could see better.
âLook at that. Always a great time for pasta.â Rossi joked looking at one of the pictures where he could be seen making pasta for dinner after a heavy case.
âAlways looking good.â Derek said pointing at a picture of him posing with one of the plushies GarcĂa had at her office.
âLook at us! But why do you look so sad?â JJ joked looking at a group photo. You could be seen at the back with a forced smile.
âI was a little tired, sorry.â You answered, but the reality was that you had received some messages from your family minutes before that photo was taken.
âHey, why did you take a photo of me taking a nap?â The confused tone in Spencer's voice made you laugh a little, but Aaron noticed the way your eyes didn't light up.
âDoes anyone know where our newest member is?â Derek asked, smiling. He can't help but remember the way Emily, JJ and he teased you before. You started to get late to a few compromises âit happened at work once or twiceâ, but your boss didn't scold you like he would scold anyone else on the team. âHe has a soft spot for someone.â Derek playfully twitched that time, thinking the bags under your eyes weren't caused by anything but work âhe was wrongâ.
âThe kid just sent a message to the group chat.â Rossi announced.
âSick?â Penelope showed her worry, reading your message.
Aaron felt a weird pinch on the chest. He immediately got even more worried than everyone in Rossi's house, even if his face just tensed a little bit more than usual. In his mind he debated whether to go with you to make sure you were okay, even though it might be intrusive.
Maybe you needed spaceâŠ.
Or maybe there was something else you weren't telling them, just like he noticed before.
âAm⊠I think I'm a little bit sick too.â He whispered after a while.
âWhat? We are about to eat dinner.â Emily said a little sad. She was worried about the team's health now that Aaron and you were sick.
âI'll be fine. I'm going to take some food with me in case I get hungry later." His movements were a little fast, as if in a hurry.
âAre you sure you don't need a medic, Aaron?â His old friend said and the boss could sense a little teasing in his tone.
âI'm good, I just need to go right now. I'll see you tomorrow. Everyone, please be safe.â The team could sense sincerity in those words when he gave them one last look, after he took the food, his jacket and his keys, and before stepping out of the house.
âKid is gonna have some company.â Derek teased and everyone, including Reid, smiled knowing what was going on.
Both of you were surprised when you opened the door. He didn't expect to see you with red puffy eyes and nose, and you didn't expect him there, in front of your house, holding some tuppers with food and something else tangled in his arms.
âHotch?â Your furrowed eyebrows and tilted head made his chest feel warm. You looked confused and also cute. He felt a little bad to think like that when something was wrong with you.
âI needed to make sure you were okay.â That's all he said.
âOh⊠Am⊠I'm just a littleâŠâ
âSick? I don't think so. You have been acting weird, and Christmas has something to do with that. I know because apparently it triggers something that makes you⊠sad.â His voice was soft. It felt like he didn't want to expose you, but he needed to show how much he knew about the situation. âI don't think you actually fool them. At least, not now. Maybe in the beginning, but that wasn't my case.â But you did feel exposed, even a little ashamed. The lack of movement told Hotch that you were uncomfortable. âI'm sorryâŠâ
âIt's okay. I guess it's impossible to fool S.S.A. Aaron Hotchner.â You showed a sad smile, it was more like a grin. âWait, what about Jack?â
âHe's with his aunt. They were on a trip I couldn't join because of obvious reasons. I guess we can keep each other company.â Little by little he had begun to show a smile that was contagious to you.
âSure.â
When he walked in he noticed the lack of decorations on the surroundings. There was just a small tree at the back of a hall. It had a start at the top and had some lights and spheres. That was it.
âI'm sorry if I'm being intrusive, but can I ask what's wrong?â he asked when you started to help him to put the food on two plates.
You sighted thinking about all the things you needed to explain so you could give him an answer. âIt's complicated. I don't know if I wanna talk about that.â
âThat's okay. Then, can you tell me how you are feeling?â
You smiled, knowing he changed the question so as not to make you feel uncomfortable, while still keeping in mind the fact that he needed to know how you were feeling. âEverything brings memories. I'm supposed to be with my family, but what family?â I asked, sitting next to him in the kitchen. âSometimes I wish things were like before, like having a time machine and just going there: where everyone was. Now I know how heavy the family issues were, but I was a kid so at least I was living in a lie⊠a good lie.â
âI know family is complicated. There's people who hurt other people, and that's not right, but there's too much.â
âExactlyâŠâ
âBut you have a family here too, now.â He whispered. And the way he looked at you made you feel like you weren't alone, at least not how you have thought.
âThat's why I bring Rossi's lasagna with me. He's gonna be sad if you don't get to try it.â
Dinner was good. Of course you loved Rossi's cooking, but you came to the conclusion that it was because of the company of your boss. He helped a lot by distracting you, chatting about Jack, some plans outside of work and various things. After a few hours you couldn't handle your curiosity anymore.
âHotch, can I ask you something?â
âSure, what is it?â Apparently, your question took him by surprise, perhaps it was the tone in which you spoke to him, almost tenderly.
âWhat is that?â You pointed at what he left coiled up on the armrest of one of the sofas in your living room. It looked like a silver wire with transparent stuff on it.
âThese are Jack's favorite lights. We bought it a few years ago. He loved them until we bought a set of identical, larger lights. Do you want to see?â
âYes!â Your childish tone made him smile.
He untangled the lights and plugged them into the nearest socket, quickly his hands and the place where the lights rested shone brightly.
âWowâŠâ It was almost a whisper, but Aaron enjoyed the answer as if it was a shout of joy. âThese are beautiful.â
âI knew you liked the lights.â
âHuh? Oh! You mean the night when you caught me staring at theâŠâ
âYeah.â
âWell, yeah, I liked lights. I think I've always liked them, but at some point the feeling became sad."
âThey are for you.â
âNo, but, JackâŠâ
âLike I said, he has new ones, so, there's no problem. He will love that you have them.â
âCan you help me toâŠâ You hesitated.
âSure. Let's go, where do you want them?â
A fun playlist invaded your house. While Hotch held a ladder and watched your back to see if you lost your balance, you placed the string of lights in the living room window.
âCan you turn them on?â You asked him gently. The decorated window came to life as did your eyes and Aaron couldn't feel calmer as he admired your excited countenance.
âI'm glad you liked them.â
Suddenly, cries of excitement were heard from neighboring houses and some Christmas songs began to play from the speakers of nearby restaurants even louder.
âMerry Christmas, Hotch.â You said when you came down from the ladder. The man who came to brighten your night didn't think that seeing your expression would fill his chest with warmth.
âMerry Christmas, kid.â
You definitely didn't know or would have imagined that the man who watched your back at work was what you needed to feel better. He brought the light you needed for days.
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overheard at the bau
Penelope and JJ singing: "all I want for Christmas, is youuuuuuuuu"
Emily: "IT'S NOVEMBER YOU FUCKERS"
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Hotch: i think you have PTSD
Y/n: yeah i have PTSD
Y/n: Proficient Talent for Sucking Di-
Hotch: we ALSO need to talk about your use of humor as a coping mechanism
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Garcia: i canât believe you lied to us!Â
Derek: what are you-Â
Reid: we were just in town and guess who we saw?!Â
Garcia: Santa Claus
Reid: Santa. just a myth?
Garcia: who totally exists- by the way.
Reid: then explain how we have this!Â
*Reid yanks out picture of him and Penelope standing next to Santa*
Derek: you⊠*exhales* my apologies. clearly, i was mistaken.Â
*everyone walking away*Â
Garcia: ha. he tried to argue with two geniuses. get it line.Â
Reid: the odds of him winning that was colossal.Â
Garcia: get. in. line.Â
Derek: guys, we have to start the whole Santa thing again.Â
*JJ, Hotch, Emily, & Rossi all sigh and grunt*
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Wrapped In You
Pairing: Spencer Reid x f!reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Request: Hii I was wondering if you could do Spencer Reid x fem reader and itâs his first Christmas with you and your family thanksđ
Warnings: SFW, established!relationship, domestic fluff, no use of (y/n), mentions of social anxiety and related feelings, nervous Spencer, soft Spencer, found family trope if u squint, f!reader but can also be read as gn!reader
A/N: Merry Christmas @celineloves2dmen !!!! Here's my gift to you this season of joy :)))) I hope the wait wasn't too bad haha, I had a Situation at home ;-; Anyways, I was so happy to write for you, and I'm absolutely melting at the thought of Spencer having a family Christmas. Lord knows that boy has been through enough. I hope you like it!! Enjoy reading <3
PS. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and consider this my gift to you <3 Sending all of you all my love.
Requests are open :) Send me stuff!
Dividers by @/prettygirl-gabi
Spencer had spent the better half of the last hour struggling to wrap presents. It was the first Christmas he would spend with your family, and the mix of excitement and nervousness in his chest felt like a strange but pleasant ball of tension. Spencer was used to spending Christmas alone, trudging through paperwork, or playing board games with his mother, who was never too big on festivals. But now, surrounded by twinkling lights and the scent of cinnamon, Spencer felt like he was in the right place. Which is why he desperately needed all of them to be pristine. All these gifts were meant for you and your family.
You had reassured him countless times that everything would go well.Â
âYouâre part of the family now, Spence,â youâd said with a soft smile, planting a soft kiss on his cheek and shoving a cup of eggnog in his hands. But Spencer couldnât shake the feeling of being an outsider, unsure how to blend in with your traditions. As he struggled with the wrapping paper, you appeared in the room, wearing a sweater decorated with obnoxiously coloured baubles.Â
âSpence, you ok over there? Need any help?â You called out. He looked up from the stack of gifts, eyes softening as they landed on you. The sight of youâso effortlessly beautiful and warmâsettled his nerves like nothing else could. âIâm doing alright, I think,â he said with a small smile. âBut I could use some guidance on this... wrapping paper. Itâs... a little... rebellious.â
You cracked a smile and took the paper from him, fingers brushing over his in a way that made his heart skip a beat. As you slid the scissors through it, you tried to explain it in terms that your book-smart but not street-smart boyfriend could understand.Â
âYou just have to think of it like an equation. Each present is a different variable, and you just have to figure out how to get them to fit.â You winked playfully, and Spencer couldnât help but laugh. If it was anyone else, he wouldâve corrected them. But the way you tried to speak his language warmed his soul and for you, he would overlook everything.Â
âThatâs one way to put it. I was thinking of a more radical approach, like shoving it all in a bag,â he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. You gave him a Look as you finished wrapping the gifts with precision, tying a bow more elegant than anything he could have managed.Â
âAlright, alright, youâre the wrapping expert. Iâll leave the tough stuff to you,â Spencer grumbled. As you stepped back, admiring your work, Spencer felt a wave of appreciation wash over him. There were moments like this, small but significant, when the reality of being with you truly sank inâwhen he could just be himself without any masks, without any need for the careful control he usually kept over his emotions.
âCan you bring these over to the car? I think itâs time we leave or we wonât make it to my parentsâ in time. Iâm going to put my shoes on meanwhile,â you reminded him, moving towards the shoe rack. With a quick nod, Spencer loaded everything into the boot of the car, and within fifteen minutes, you both had set off.Â
When you pulled into your parentsâ driveway, the warm glow of Christmas lights greeted you both. The house looked alive with festive energy. Music played softly and the sound of your cousins squabbling over dessert could be heard from outside.Â
Spencer swallowed nervously as you parked. âDo you think theyâll... I mean, Iâm not great with small talk and I donât really know how toâŠâ he began nervously.Â
âSpencer, stop overthinking it. Theyâre excited to meet you. Besides, itâs Christmas. Theyâre probably too drunk on toddies to worry about your social skills,â you laughed, resting a palm on his chest. He exhaled, but his hands still gripped the door handle as if it were a lifeline.
âIâll be right by your side, I promise. Just... be yourself. That's all they really want."
He glanced at you. Be yourself. Simple advice, but he was never used to things being simple.
The moment you both stepped into the house, you were overrun by hugs from your parents and younger cousins begging for presents. Your mother hugged you tightly as your father shook hands with a very awkward Spencer.Â
âSweetheart! Iâm so glad youâre here. Youâre just in time; we were going to begin dinner in ten minutes. And this must be Dr. Reid!â Your mother beamed at him. She pulled him into a hug before he could react, and he stiffened slightly at the sudden contact. But then, he felt your gentle hand on his back, and he relaxed, hugging her back.
His voice sounded almost too formal in his ears. âItâs a pleasure to finally meet you.â
Your mom pulled back and gave him a smile that radiated kindness. âWeâre so happy you could join us, Spencer. Come on in, make yourself comfortable. Dinner is almost ready!â
âWeâre happy youâre here, Dr. Reid. Welcome to our home,â your dad added. You could feel Spencerâs nervousness slowly easing.
âThank you, sir,â Spencer replied, his voice soft but sincere.
âSpencer, please,â you whispered as you set down your coat, âTheyâre not big on formalities. Theyâll appreciate you just being you.â
He nodded, feeling a little more grounded. You were right. It was still overwhelming, but the warmth of the home, the smell of Christmas dinner in the air, and the sound of laughter from your family filled him with a sense of belonging.
The evening unfolded slowly. Spencer, at first a little stiff, soon found himself laughing at your dadâs corny jokes, though he did try to hide his amusement behind his hand a few times. Your mom showed him pictures of your childhood, telling him embarrassing stories about you, while you hid your face in your hands. He had never realised how funny and alive a family could be during the holidays. It was chaotic in a way that felt so full of love.
During dinner, your aunt handed Spencer a plate piled high with food. âTry the mashed potatoes! My secret ingredient is a little bit of lemon zest!â
âThis is incredible,â he said, genuinely impressed. âIâve never had anything quite like this before.â Your aunt glowed with pride as she skipped off to hand out more potatoes.
At one point, one of your uncles snuck up on the both of you with a mistletoe sprig in hand. He had dangled it over your heads and your whole family cheered him on. Spencer, overcome with a sudden burst of bravery, pulled you into his arms and planted a kiss square on your mouth. You were giggling too hard to say anything, and Spencer took the opportunity to dip you for another kiss. Your whole family hooted in delight. A warm feeling spread through your bodies and you realised that you never wanted to let this moment go. It was perfect. Spencer was perfect. Your heart was fit to burst with love and contentment.
After dinner, your family settled into the living room to exchange gifts. Spencer felt his stomach twist with nerves again. What if he picked the wrong gift? What if it wasnât good enough? He knew he was overthinking itâhe often didâbut it didnât stop the anxiety.
Finally, it was your turn to open the gift Spencer gave you. He had spent hours figuring out what to get you, and then he had braved the crowds to fight off several older women for it. He watched with bated breath as you opened the lid of the box, your eyes widening as you realised what it was.
âSpencerâŠâ you whispered, your voice shaky. Your fingers trace the delicate details. It was an exact replica of a vintage music box, one that your grandmother had given you many years ago before she had passed. You had broken it accidentally when you were ten and it was something you had always regretted. You remembered telling Spencer about it briefly, but of course, heâd remember. That memory of his.Â
âSpencer, this is... this is amazing,â you exclaimed as you threw your arms around his neck. Spencer felt a blush crawl up his neck, as he whispered in your ear, âI thought youâd like it. I know how much you loved the music box.â
âOh, darling, thank you,â you whisper in his ear, âItâs perfect!â
As the night drew to a close and everyone retired to their respective rooms, Spencer lingered by the tree with you, the soft hum of the fridge filling the background.
âIâve never really experienced Christmas like this before,â he admitted quietly, almost shyly. âItâs... itâs nice.â
You smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. âIâm glad youâre here,â you said, your voice low and intimate, just for him. "It wouldnât be the same without you."
Spencer's eyes softened. âI think Iâll remember this Christmas for a long time.â
And you knew, in that moment, that this Christmasâthe one where Spencer found his place in your world, among your familyâwas just the beginning of so many more to come. It was perfect in its imperfection, and in its quiet, tender moments, it felt like the start of something beautiful.
Thank you for reading. Likes, reblogs, comments and follows are appreciated! Constructive criticism is welcome :) Do not plagiarise my content and/or post it anywhere without crediting me.
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Flashback


Pairing: dad!Spencer Reid x gn!Reader
Summary: spencer discusses his thoughts around having kids with his spouse after putting their daughter Diana to bed.
Warnings: mentions of drug abuse/addiction, mentions of cannon typical violence, discussions of having kids(obviously), poor insecure Spencer đ„șđ„ș
A/N : this was written for the @cmgiftexchange!! I wrote this for @omgbigfluffwriting, I hope you enjoy it and that I did your prompt well!! Merry Christmas <33
wc: 1.7k

The sound of giggling filled the Reid household as you chased the mini-Reid through the kitchen and into the living area. When you finally caught Diana you slipped your hands under her arms and swung her up onto your hip with a cheer. When you both finally caught your breaths you made eye contact with your husband who had a scolding look on his face, but there was still a smile twitching at lips at the scene he had just witnessed. âYou know she has to be in bed in- 15 minutes!â Spencer paused and looked down at his watch to emphasize his point about how close it was to Diana's bed time. You just sighed dramatically and addressed your daughter âWell, I think your dads right- we gotta get you to bed- it's a school night!â.
After much kid wrangling and only one bedtime story bribe, Diana was sound asleep and safe- leaving you and your husband for some alone time together. After so many years of being together, you and Spencer dont find there's a need to fill the silence you're often draped in.Â
But that night the silence got Spencer thinking. Thinking about you, thinking about Diana, thinking about the life he's built for himself. If he was being honest with himself he never thought he would be here. A spouse and a child, a house. It was more than 23 years old Dr. Spencer Reid, new BAU agent could have possibly imagined. A spouse, let alone a child.Â
Those thoughts were even more discouraged when he was kidnapped by Tobias Hankle. Spencer considered that one of his lowest points, he had been tortured and drugged- how could it not be. That's not even to mention the addiction that followed. He was in pieces, mentally and physically. Even after he got clean, Spencer often told himself that he wasn't worthy of children. That he would be worse than his own dad. And without you there to reassure him as you often did after you met, these beliefs solidified in his mind.Â
âY/n?â You looked over at Spencer from where you were lying across from him on the couch. Your questioning look was enough of an answer for Spencer so he continued, âdid you always want kids? I used to think I didn't deserve kidsâ. You gave Spencer a look of pity, you hated when he had thoughts at his own expense. And he knew that. But Spencer couldn't help himself.Â
âFirst of all, Diana loves you and you're the best father for her- full stop. Second of all, I always wanted kids, I think you did tooâ. Spencer nodded, he had always wanted kids- it was his mind that told him not to.Â
âI didn't really start believing that kids were a possibility when I met youâ. Spencer smiled warmly when he spoke, his eidetic memory not failing to remember any details from when you first met.
ââ
Spencer was sat his car that he rarely drove, going to the supermarket, which he rarely did. But it wasn't often that he spiraled into a depressive episode after seeing his girlfriend murdered in front of him, so he thought a change of pace might do him some good. Or more like penelope garcia thought it would do him some goo
Thatâs how he ended up strolling through the public park on a Tuesday afternoon in april. It was sunny and warm, a stark contrast to the sunken purple bags under Spencer's eyes and the wrinkly shirt that probably shouldâve been washed before leaving the house.Â
But you- in spencers eyes you were a beauty unto yourself, regardless of what you were wearing. That was one thing that hadnât changed since he met you, and he swore never would.
To be honest, it was by luck that Spencer had run into you; you were with your nephew as babysitter for the day when he started bothering spencer. Needless to say you were very apologetic.
âTom, no! leave that man alone! i'm so sorry sir, he doesn't mean itâ
You were extremely apologetic, ushering your nephew away from the stranger. Spencer was flustered but understanding, red evident on his cheeks.
Skip to a few hours later and Spencer had spent the entire time with you. It was the best Spencer had felt in weeks, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.Â
That night he couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened; walking around with you, talking with you, meeting your nephew and sister. Spending time with your nephew, it got him thinking. Spencer had tucked away the idea of having kids far into a little nook into his mind, and spending time with Tom dredged it up from the depths of his brain.Â
Despite still reeling with the death of his girlfriend, Spencer still couldn't get the thought of having kids and being a dad out of his head. It nagged at him all the time, and the thoughts got loud when he was with you. Picturing you as a parent during your coffee dates.Â
Although Spencer Reid has an IQ of 187, and an eidetic memory, it still took him weeks to realize why he couldnât get the thought of children out of his head; because he wanted to be a dad. He wanted to care for someone, knowing that they rely on him.Â
ââ
âSpencer? Spence?âÂ
Spencer is pulled from his thoughts of when the couple first met by your soft voice. You had a small look of concern on your face at your husband's lack of awareness of the current reality. Spencer hummed in response to ease your worries. âWhat's got you with that Spencer Reid Far Off Look âą in your eyes huh?â you asked. Spencer chuckles, and responds, âJust thinking about when we first met⊠after Maeve died- it's what got me thinking about having kids you know-â. it's your turn to chuckle now, remembering the embarrassment of having to usher away your nephew. Though your eyes held a sympathetic look at the mention of maeve, it would always be a bit of a sensitive subject.Â
âYa, we have tom to thank for that. But I didn't know that's when you started thinking of kids- I thought it was later, when you first talked to me about itâ.
ââ
It was 1:03 am, and Spencer was still awake, to be fair he had just gotten back from a bad case. It was always bad when it involved kids, Spencer couldn't get the face of the little girl they couldn't save in time out of his head. Thoughts raced through his head, but he would never tell you about them- after all you had only been together for a couple months. Spencer couldn't risk being that vulnerable with you.
So here he was, tossing and turning at one am over a case he couldn't get out of his head- trying not to wake up the sleeping figure beside him. He couldn't stop thinking about if that little girl had been his little girl. What would he do then? Spencer didnât know if he could handle having another human rely on him so heavily- what if he let them down. What if he became like his own father, something he swore he would never do.Â
In all of Spencer's spiraling thoughts he hadnât noticed that you had woken up from the constant shifting of the bed, which was caused by his incessant tossing and turning in bed. You noticed the look in Spencer's eyes was one you knew well, it was a look that said the gears were turning a little too fast in that big beautiful brain of his.Â
But before you could say anything, Spencer got to it first. âWould I- would I be a good dad?â You were caught off guard by Spencer's question, not expecting him to bring that up. But you could tell Spencer had been thinking about it for a while, if the worry crease between his eyebrows was anything to go by.
âI think youâd be a great dad spence- your kind, your caring, you have an amazing compacitĂ© to be there for other people, i think especially if it was your kid..â
You speak in a quiet, comforting tone in order to release at least some of the anxiety your boyfriend is harboring. In an effort to punctuate your point you give Spencer a small squeeze on the arm, hoping it would provide at least a little bit of comfort.
Spencer offered a nod in response not quite knowing what to say to his partner's kindness. Instead of speaking Spencer just rolled from the other side of the bed into your warm embrace, which contrasted the cool breeze from the open window.
ââ
Spencer comes back from his thoughts by the sound of small feet pitter pattering on the hardwood floors. you don't comment on your husband's spacey-ness that evening, instead opting to sit up and find the source of the sound.Â
Which you find out to be the small feet of Diana Reid, who had woken up from a bad dream and sought out the comfort of her parents. Her small frame struggled to climb onto the large bed, so Spencer lifted her up by her armpits and placed her between him and you.
âCant sleep?â
You ask though the dark, soothingly running your fingers through her curly hair.
âya.. i had a bad dream and couldnât fall back asleepâ
Her voice is small, the six year old still a bit embarrassed at needing to sleep in her parents bedroom, but Spencer's calming hand running up and down her back helped ease some of the embarrassment and helped her sink into her loving parents arms.
âThatâs okay, you can always sleep in here with us if you wantâ
Spencer says as he kisses Diana's head, and the little girl is already falling asleep in the couple's arms. Both Spencer and you look down at your daughter, now fast asleep in between you, and it puts a smile on your faces. And you can't help but lean over and place a haste kiss on spencers lips and say;
âYou know I told you youâd be a good dadâ
you had a bit of a sly smirk on your face as Spencer chuckled, and he responded âI guess you were right huhâ. And that's how the Reid family fell asleep, contented in each other's arms.
The End

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A joyous occasion in the Afton Household
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how does our team celebrate Christmas?
penelope: the whole goddamn shabang. she goes caroling, she bakes gingerbread and then builds her own gingerbread house, complete with people and a little gingerbread cat. she goes overboard with the decorations.
hotch: uses his time off and the Christmas season to do as many activities as he can with Jack. they go ice skating, watch Christmas movies, Christmas shopping, they go and see santa and watch parades. they visit haleys grave. he spends Christmas morning with Jack and then drops him with haleys parents for Christmas Dinner, making his way to rossis for adult Christmas which he's always a little sad about even though he has fun.
rossi: buys everyone really expensive gifts. hosts Christmas Dinner- doesn't cook, though. hires catering staff, whom he also buys expensive presents for (usually wine)
emily: takes pride in being the drunkest across the holiday season. Christmas eve, Christmas day, new years eve, new years day and every day in between. also buys everyone really expensive gifts. two years into working at the bau penelope finds out Emily doesn't put a tree up - something to do with her childhood hm - and buys her one, forcing the whole team round to Emily's apartment to decorate. it becomes a tradition.
morgan: decorates his house TO THE NINES in the weeks leading up to Christmas only for the lights to go dark over Christmas eve and Christmas day because he's in Chicago with his family. comes back to Virginia and spends new year with the team though.
reid: also misses out on Christmas day with the team because he spends it with his mom (once he moves Diana to Virginia, there are two extra seats at rossis table) spends new years with the team though, same as Morgan. penelope puts his tree up for him - he always claims he's too busy, and he pretends to be a little annoyed but really he's grateful. she doesn't make the team help with his because she knows how he values his space.
jj: santa, stockings and last minute holiday shopping. jj is The Worst - she's always roped one or more of them into Christmas eve shopping with her because she's not had the time. jj, will and the boys alternate spending Christmas with the team and with jjs family. they have Christmas morning at home, let the boys open gifts, then they go for a big family walk after breakfast and head either across the border or to the Rossi mansion for a feast.
#how do they spend christmas?#criminal minds#criminal minds gone wrong#incorrect criminal minds quotes#emily prentiss#aaron hotchner#ba-queue#jennifer jareau#spencer reid#derek morgan#david rossi#penelope garcia#bau
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âźâË Secret Santa
Day 5 of 12 days of Christmas
A cute Drabble of what every criminal minds character (I could think of) would get each other for Christmas
y/n - Garcia
You get Garcia an oodie !! One of them super massive ones, covered in cupcakes and lollipops and itâs bright piink with lots of fluff inside.
Garcia - Elle
Garcia gets Elle a photo of her, Elle and JJ together - the original BAU girlies.
Elle - Hotch
Elle gets Hotch a âlessons on sexismâ book as a dig to his meanness.
Hotch - Emily
Hotch gets Emily a cook book, tailored to her terrible cooking skills.
Emily - Matt
A âhow to assemble a cribâ book and the first page is a guide on finding the perfect one for your wife. Emilyâs stuck a photo of the red one with an arrow saying ânot this!â
Matt - Kate
Matching pjâs and family night hamper full of snacks, movies, hot chocolate mugs etc aand then also offers her the bright red cribïżœïżœ
Kate - Alex
A bumper, super crossword puzzle book, tailored for geniuses.
Alex - Luke
A designer aftershave, heâs had his eye on for a while but not been able to afford (something she always wanted to buy Ethan when he got older).
Luke - Derek
A new set of boxing gloves as he used his so much theyâre ruined.
Derek - Gideon
A photo of the entire team photoshopped into birds which Gideon is overjoyed with.
Gideon - Reid
A first copy edition of his favourite set of poetry, fully annotated by himself.
Reid - Tara
Tickers to a lecture with a world famous criminal pyschologist who is now retired from practice but who Tara looks up to massively.
Tara - Rossi
A book of italian puns - trying to give him some humour.
Rossi - JJ
Expensive, vintage wine and chocolates - he also adds in tickets to a hockey game for her and her whole family.
JJ - y/n
A coffee shop hamper - vouchers, cups, coffee, snacks, etc.
#criminal minds#criminal minds evolution#jennifer jareau#emily prentiss#derek morgan#Spencer Reid#matt simmons#david rossi#jason gideon#kate callahan#alex blake#luke alvez#tara lewis#penelope garcia#bau#12 days of christmas#christmas#emily prentiss head canons#emily#jennifer jareau head canons#jennifer jareau imagine#jennifer jareau x reader
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Red is Your Color | Spencer Reid
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!bau!reader
Category: smut 18+ MDNI
Summary: You just committed perhaps the most atrocious wrongly sent message ever. By some trick of nature, your coworker is more than willing to play along. (This is from @imagining-in-the-margins Wrong Recipient prompt list. Character receives scandalous selfies from a coworker; check out her prompts, they're really fun!)
Content: softdom!spencer, fingering, multiple orgasms (female receiving), p in v, creampie, reader is on the pill, Spencer calls reader a naughty girl and pretty girl, tenderness and lots of checking in, vaguely Christmas themed.Â
Word count:Â 3.1k
A/N: I read something really poetic and profound yesterday and it inspired me to write, but my mind was in the gutter, so this happened. lmfao happy holidays. UNEDITED, I wrote this at 2 in the morning T.T
Do you think Santa would bend me over and punish me?
Spencer Reid was almost too scared to even open the following messagesâheâd already made the mistake of opening this one. And there was a barrage of them, sent a few minutes after the very first one, in quick succession, one right after the other. His phone buzzed and buzzed, matching the distracting hum in his brain at the moment. He should probably read the next messages, because surely, surely those contain the explanation to this one.
Unfortunately, his eyes were glued on this first oneâit seemed like it was the only one that contained a picture, after all, and what was that they said about a picture saying a thousand words?
What could it mean then, this picture his coworker had sent to him? What did it mean that he canât seem to tear his eyes away from it? (What did it imply if he didnât want to? That he liked the picture? That it made his pants uncomfortably tighter?)
He stared at the picture, his eyes greedily taking every inch of smooth skin exposed by the short, strapless sexy Santa dress his coworker was wearing. It wasnât explicitâshe was fully dressed, after all, but the caption, paired with the way she had been posed⊠Sitting on what he presumed was her bathroom counter, her legs artfully crossed, the fabric of the dress hiked up to reveal long, luscious thighs. With her pursed lips painted crimson, it was obvious what the message was meant to imply and Spencer felt his mouth grow dry. He shifted on his seat, both hands gripping his phone because he didnât trust them not to wander down, to give himself relief.
No, he should not be jerking off to his coworker. He shouldnât even be fucking looking at this photo. He should delete it, call Penelope and ask her to rewire his cloud or memory or data or whatever it was called. Just to get rid of it from his phone. That would be the decent thing to do, and Spencer had always prided himself on being a gentleman.Â
He knew that would be futile; knew his mind would be treacherous and have the image of her with those supple thighs, and red mouth in his dreams, his nightmares, in every fantasyâ
His phone was ringing.
He stared at it, wondering how she was sending so many messages so quickly, before he realized that she wasnât texting anymore.
She was calling.
His thumb found the answer button without his consent. The next thing he knew, her voice was pouring from his phoneâs speaker. Soft. Contrite. Embarrassed. He frowned. What on earth was she embarrassed about, he wondered. She, who looked stunning, who looked good enough to be worshippedâ
ââPlease say something, Spence.â she was saying, pleading, and something in his gut clenched. That nickname, coming from her lips. That nickname, coming from her lips, while she was wearing that dress.
âSpenceââ
âItâs all right,â his voice was strangled. He cleared his throat, âItâs all right. Iâve deleted it.â Lie, what a liar, she deserved better than hastily told lies.
âOkay,â she sighed, relief palpable even without seeing her face to face, âI just didnât want to get in trouble with HR, on top of everything.â
HR. He almost laughed. They wouldnât care (unless someone blabbed, like what happened with Derek and Penelope, but he would never do that to her, not in a million years.)
âYou wouldnât, I promise⊠it wasnât even that explicit, if Iâm being honest.â he heard himself say. He rubbed his eyes in frustrationâwhy did he have to add that?
Her laughter floats from the phone, nervous and low. âI guess not. I wasnât about to send a complete nude to my friends.â
He straightened up, confused. âYour friends?â
âYeah,â she replied, her voice still wavering nervously, âLike I said in my texts, it was wrongly sent to you, I was talking to my friends.â
In other words, it wasnât for him. He would have known that, had he opened her texts, had he not been too busy ogling the picture she had mistakenly sent, the picture that wasnât even for him. Something unpleasant burned in his chest, but he ignored it in favor of the curiosity that lingered.
âYou send explicit pictures to your friends?â
âI thought you said it wasnât that explicit,â she chuckled, âBut, uh, yeah I do⊠I dunno, maybe thatâs weird, but we were joking around.â
That was something new he learned today. That friends could casually send sexually charged photos to each other. The words flew out of his mouth before he could stop them. âSo you donât actually want to be bent over and punished?â
Dear heavens, sometimes he understood why his teammates gave him weird looks. If he had a mirror, he would give himself a weird look. Still, he held his breath for her answer, surprised by the wave of disappointment at the thought of her saying no, it was just a silly text.
The pause grew between them, and Spencer was almost about to apologize, when she spoke again.
âI mean, if someone were willing to do itâŠâ
He swallowed. His pants felt tight once again, and he had to force himself to take deep breaths. This was not an invitation, he thought, she had not asked him, she was not saying if you wanted to do it (which, he does, desperately so.)
âRight.â he managed to croak. Another pause, as if she was contemplating.Â
âSpencer,â she was whispering now, âDo you want to?â
âYes.â
âHow fast can you get here?â
âGive me fifteen minutes.â
Youâre not sure what possessed you into inviting your coworker over, but you did. And now, youâre sitting in your living room, in that blasted sexy Santa dress, panic texting your friends about it. He had said fifteen minutes. Eight minutes had gone by, and you knew he would fulfill his promise. He would be here in seven minutes.
Perhaps you werenât expecting him to agree. Your perception of Spencer Reid has always been of a sweet genius, wholly brilliant and too preoccupied with academics to even give a second thought to sex and romance. He was a germaphobe, for crying out loud, you had thought it would make him have some sort of aversion to the inevitable sticky, sweaty mess of two bodies coming together.Â
But youâd heard it in his voice. Strained, low, and riddled with desire.Â
So you had mustered enough courage to ask. And nowâ
Your doorbell cut through your thoughts. Taking a deep breath, you shoved your phone into a drawer, not wanting to see the offensive piece of technology for the rest of the night. You looked out through the peephole, and there he was, still in his office clothes. Tall, and slender, and dishevelled and yours for the night.
You pulled the door open, ignoring the heavy thump in your chest.Â
He smiled. âHi.â
âYouâre early.â You teased, standing aside to let him in. His eyes were glued to you, pupils dilating as he took you in.
âYouâre still wearing the dress.â
Right. Once you had realized you sent the text to Spencer instead of your friends, you had spent the next several minutes in agonizing anxiety, sending text after text to Spencer in an effort to explain. In your utter mortification, you had forgotten to change out of it.
He seemed to like that. It gave you enough confidence to surge forward, blindly, recklessly.
âI am.â You said, red lips tugging into a smile you reserved for handsome strangers at a bar. You lowered your voice, just enough for the next words to come out breathless, âHonestly, itâs a little itchy.âÂ
âIs it?â He stepped forward, crowding you into the door. It creaks as it moves with your weight, the knob clicking in place. He reached forward, and you held your breath, anticipating his hands on you, gently running over your skin, but instead they closed over the doorknob, locking it. He didnât miss your reaction, though, his eyes a glittering night sky of sweet, utter want. âMaybe I can help you with it.â
You nodded, mouth parted in silence, whatever words you wanted to say have died in your throat.
He brought his hand up, caressing your jaw, and you marvelled at how large his hands are, long fingers reaching the nape of your neck. âRed is your color.â he murmured, before leaning in to capture your lips.
His lips were cold and chapped, and you returned his kiss eagerly in an attempt to warm them. Your mouth opens at one swipe of his tongue, moaning as he leans his whole body into you, pushing you harder against the door. Tonight, you learned that Spencer Reid, the sweet, unassuming genius, kisses like he wants to crawl into you. Itâs a sloppy mess of tongue and teeth, and a whimper escaped your mouth as he bit your lower lip.
âToo much?â he asked, pulling away for a moment.Â
As an answer, you wrapped your hands around his neck, and returned the fervor of his kisses. You heard him chuckle, felt it on your own tongue as it happened and it made your knees buckle from sheer want.Â
His arms wrapped around your waist, hoisting you up into his embrace. You felt him move, stumbling across your apartment before setting you down again. The blunt edge of a drawer hit your lower back, just as he pulled away.Â
A whine left your lips. You didnât know if it was from the pain, or the loss of his kiss.
âTurn around, darling.â he murmured, but your brain was so damn distracted you just stared at him blankly. He grinned, hands at your hips gently maneuvering you to face away from him. âYou said you wanted to be bent over.âÂ
Chills went down your spine as he pushed you forward, elbows landing on the smooth, wooden desk.Â
âY-yeah, I did say that.â you managed to reply. This time, the breathless quality in your voice was not an affectation. You felt his nose on your neck, pushing away the stray locks of hair, before his mouth landed over the skin, open and wet, traversing the expanse of your flesh with reckless ardor. You moaned, craning your head back in a wordless plea for more.
You felt teeth, the sting of it clamping over your flesh. You didnât even realize youâd yelped until he stopped.
âSorry,â he whispered, soothing the bite with his kisses.
âItâs okay,â You replied, one hand reaching up, running through his hair. âDo it again.â
The rumble of his laughter made your stomach warm. He sunk his teeth into your neck again, sucked at the spot he bit, and you would have face planted into the desk had it not been for his hands holding you up.Â
âYouâre a naughty girl,â he purred against your skin, âArenât you? Sending that picture to me, I bet it wasnât even an accident.â
âIt was,â you protested, but then he grinds his crotch into your ass and any indignation was stifled by the feeling of how damn hard he was. âIt was - I didnât mean toââ
âYou didnât mean to make me this hard?â he asked, rolling his hips against you, âI think you knew exactly what you were doing, naughty girl.â Before you could answer, you felt something digging into your ass. He was tugging at your panties. To the side, as if he couldnât even be bothered to strip it off of you.Â
It was hot as all hell.
âMy god, youâre absolutely soaked for me.â he groaned into your ear, and you gasped as the rough pads of his fingers ran through your cunt. Somehow, his fingers have remained cold, and the sensation sent a shudder down your spine.
âS-Spencer,â you whined, knuckles finding leverage at the edge of the desk youâve been sprawled over.
âMhm? What is it, darling?â
âM-more.â
His laughter filled the room once again, âAnd I thought I was being needy.â he said, but he obliged your request easily, slipping two fingers into your pussy. His breath fanned over the overheated skin of your neck as he buried his face against your shoulder, âIs this okay?â
âYes,â you moved your hips against his hand, chasing the rhythm of his fingers. Youâd never enjoyed this by yourself; your own fingers were thin, too short to cause any sort of pleasure when you touched yourself. But Spencerâs hands were large, his fingers long and elegant and perfect. They curled inside you, hitting a spot youâve never been able to with your own hands, and you cried âOh, fuck yes!â
It was everything. Quite literally. His arm was holding you against him, his body a solid, lean mass behind you, pressing into the slopes of your own, digging in wherever your softness yields to his hard angles. You moaned and moaned again, as his fingers quickened, as his thumb found your clit and rubbed fast circles until your arms gave out and your entire upper half was splayed on the desk.Â
He didnât stop, cooing soft words into your ear, his tongue and lips and teeth a whole other dangerous territory of its own. You knew you would have hickeys tomorrow. You knew the team would ask questions. You didnât particularly care.
âCan you take more?â he asked, and you nodded, eager to take whatever he was going to give. A third finger slid into your dripping cunt, stretching you in ways you havenât felt in a long time and you groaned, head buried in your arms. He paused, his other hand rubbing circles on your hip, âAre you all right, darling?â
âYes.â you sobbed, and you knew he wouldnât believe you because you sounded sad, and everything that Spencer has done up until this point proved that, despite it all, he cared.Â
âYou can tell me if itâs too much, you know.â he murmured. His lips laved featherlight kisses along your shoulder.
âIâm fine,â you insisted, bucking your hips. The idea of being slightly incoherent from the pleasure heâs been giving you was a little too enticing, and you were in no mood to stop, âPlease.â
âOkay,â he resumed his ministrations, slower this time, dragging his fingers in and out of you with a precise rhythm, now that heâs figured out your weak spots. âYou are so pretty like this, darling. Dress hiked up, your lipstick smudged.â
A mewl came out of your throat, and you would have been embarrassed if you still had the presence of mind to feel an ounce of shame. He coaxed a second orgasm from you, and you marveled at the fact that he could elicit responses like these with just his fingers. It seemed unfair, but a large part of you reveled in it.
âThatâs it,â he whispered, slowly pulling his fingers out, âThatâs my pretty girl.â
You lifted your head from your arms. The sight that welcomes you is a blurry one, impeded by the clumpy eyelashes and messy tears that had gathered in your eyes. You knew you looked a mess, far from the pretty girl he kept repeating, but you ate up the praise all the same.
As if by their own accord, your hips move back, grinding into his erection. You wanted more. You wanted him to be in the same daze you were in right now, wanted to be one. âSpencer,â you whined, and he laughed, and you wondered if it was possible to get drunk off of a sound.
âYouâre insatiable, arenât you?â he replied, playfully chastising, but the sound of his belt buckle reached your ears and you grinned.
âJust wanna make sure you get something too.â you mumbled.
âIs this a bad time to tell you that I had forgotten a condom?â
Now it was your turn to laugh, bracing yourself on your elbows again, and looking over his shoulder.
âWow, isnât your whole thing the complete opposite of forgetting?â
âI was a little distracted.â he said, his smile sheepish.
âI donât mind,â you replied, âIâm on the pill.âÂ
âYouâre sure?â
âMhm-hmm.â You nodded, one arm moving and blindly grasping for the zipper of your Santa dress. His hand gently encircled your wrist, placing it back on the desk.
âIt stays on,â he said, as the blunt tip of his cock pushed past your pussy, âI told you, red is your color.â
Your mouth dropped open as he sheathed himself inside you in one thrust, and wordless expression of pleasure. He had spent a large chunk of time fucking you with his fingers, and the necessity of it dawned upon you now.
He was big.
The stretch made you groan, eyes squeezing shut as your pussy fluttered around him. He pressed his body over yours, pushing you into the desk as he began to rock, in and out of you. Involuntarily, you clenched around him, earning a sharp hiss.
âYou feel so good,â he groaned, holding you tightly around the waist with one arm. The other went to the desk, steadying himself as he found a rhythm that made you writhe beneath him, âOh god, yes.â
You couldnât even respond, your body moving on autopilot, meeting his every thrust with your hips. The sounds your bodies made were obscene, wet, sloppy noises of flesh meeting flesh. It filled your head, made you dizzy with pleasure.Â
âSpencer,â at this point, youâve lost count of how many times youâve repeated his name. The world has anchored all meaning to that one sound, and you said it, over and over again, âSpencer.â
âMhm,â he responded by snapping his hips, pushing his cock so deep into your toes curl, âThatâs it, darling, say my name.â
âSpencer,â you said in your broken voice, every repetition turning higher and higher in pitch, and it seemed like the higher your voice went, the harder he fucked you. Your desk banged against the wall from his rough thrusts, joining the cacophony of sounds from your coupling.Â
His pace grew rougher, faster, his grip on you reaching the point of painful and bruising, but it made your head spin in the most delicious way possible. You clenched around him, squeezing his cock in an attempt to find your peak, and instead initiating his.
âFuckââ he groaned, as his load exploded inside you, somehow filling you even more, and you dropped your head to the desk again as your own body shuddered with release.Â
Panting, and exhausted, you both stayed there, bent over the desk half upright, like a tower about to topple. He kissed the back of your neck as you fought to catch your breath. Looking over your shoulder, the sight of him fills your vision, hair tousled and sticking to his forehead, his lips smudged with your lipstick, and you couldnât help but think that red is his color too.
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Call Me Dad
Summary: You take Spencer home for Christmas.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Category: fluff, comfort
Warnings/Includes: use of Y/N, you have a mom and a dad, airplane
Word count: 8.7k
a/n: i literally wrote this dinner the summer and just remembered it lmaooo NOT PROOF READ
Spencer and you have been dating for six blissful months. You are his first girlfriend at 25 years old, and while he is still anxious he could do something wrong, you prove time and time again that he has nothing to worry about. You've already told him you love him, and he treasures the way you feel. He hasn't returned the sentiment yet, but you're not upset about it. You understand that he needs his time, and you're more than willing to give it to him.Â
With Christmas approaching, you ask him to come home with you for the holidays. His mom is on a Caribbean cruise with her residents and caretakers, and you can't stand the idea of him being alone during this special time of year. Spencer hesitates at first. Memories of his dad leaving him when he was young, combined with his mom not often being in a state to parent, have left him unsure of how to navigate familial interactions.Â
Despite his nerves, Spencer accepts your invitation, knowing how much this means to you and wanting to be a part of your world. He's never been good around parents, but he knows this is a chance to experience something he's always wanted: a warm, loving holiday with someone who truly cares for him.
Spencer's anxiety was at an all-time high as the two of you made your way through the bustling airport. You could feel the tension radiating off him, his shoulders hunched and eyes darting around as if he were expecting something catastrophic to happen at any moment. His usual calm demeanor had all but disappeared, replaced by a bundle of nerves that made him appear more like a skittish cat than the brilliant profiler he was.
Recognizing his unease, you took the lead, gently guiding him through the labyrinthine halls and throngs of people. Your hand wrapped securely around his, you navigated the chaos of the airport with practiced ease. Spencer was content to let you take charge, grateful for your steady presence beside him. Â
Once you reached security, Spencer fumbled with his belongings, his fingers trembling slightly as he removed his shoes and placed them into the plastic bins. The noise and commotion seemed to blur together, creating a cacophony that only heightened his nerves.Â
"It's okay," you whispered reassuringly, brushing your thumb over the back of his hand. "Just breathe. We'll be through this in no time."
He nodded, taking a deep breath and doing his best to focus on your calming words rather than the endless line of travelers. With you by his side, he managed to get through security and baggage checks without too much trouble, though he was visibly relieved when the ordeal was over.
As you settled into your seats on the plane, Spencer finally seemed to relax, even if just a little. The roar of the engines and the hum of people boarding around you faded into the background as he focused on the comfort of your presence. He clasped your hand tightly, resting it in his lap as if it were a security blanket.Â
Despite his well-documented aversion to germs, Spencer was willing to overlook the potential contamination of the airplane seat if it meant keeping you close. In truth, he needed something tangible to hold ontoâsomething that reminded him he wasn't alone in this unfamiliar and slightly terrifying journey.Â
"I'll definitely need a hot shower once we arrive at the hotel," Spencer muttered with a half-smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.Â
You chuckled softly, leaning your head against his shoulder. "Well, if thatâs the price of getting to spend Christmas together, I think it's worth it. Besides, the hotel has great water pressure."
Spencer managed a genuine smile at that, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as the plane began to taxi down the runway. The steady thrum of the engines provided a soothing background noise, and he found himself focusing on the rhythmic sound of your breathing instead of the clamorous thoughts still circling in his mind.
As the plane ascended into the sky, Spencer gave your hand a gentle squeeze. He felt a warmth spreading through his chest, grateful for your unwavering support and the way you always seemed to know exactly what he needed.Â
The steady hum of the airplane engine and the gentle warmth of the cabin worked their magic on Spencer, lulling him into a deep sleep shortly after takeoff. The tension that had gripped him so tightly began to ebb away as his eyelids grew heavy, and soon he was slipping into a much-needed rest. His head rested comfortably against your shoulder, a soft snore escaping his lips as his breathing evened out. You watched him with a fond smile, glad to see him finally relax.
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The flight seemed to pass in the blink of an eye as Spencer remained blissfully unaware of the turbulence or the occasional announcements crackling over the intercom. When the plane finally touched down, the jolt barely registered in his sleepy daze.Â
You gently nudged him awake, whispering, "Hey, sleepyhead. We've landed." He blinked groggily, trying to shake off the remnants of his nap as he stretched and rubbed his eyes under his glasses.
"Mmm," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. "We're here already?"
You chuckled softly, helping him gather his belongings. "Yes, we are. Come on, let's get through the airport."
In his post-nap haze, Spencer moved almost on autopilot, following your lead as you navigated the bustling terminal. The world around him felt surreal, the bustling crowds and overhead announcements fading into a distant hum. He kept a firm hold on your hand, trusting you to guide him through the maze of travelers and luggage carts.
Picking up the rental car was a blur. Spencer watched as you handled the paperwork, his mind still foggy from sleep. He leaned against the counter, blinking slowly as if trying to process everything happening around him. Once the keys were in hand, you led him to the car, and he gratefully sank into the passenger seat.
"Why donât you close your eyes for a bit while I drive us to the hotel?" you suggested, glancing over at him with a smile.
Spencer nodded, resting his head against the window. The rhythmic motion of the car soon lulled him back into a state of semi-consciousness, where he drifted in and out of sleep, vaguely aware of the passing scenery.
When you finally arrived at the hotel, Spencer was roused once more, his sleepy daze still clinging to him as you checked in and made your way to your room. He stretched as he stood in the elevator, trying to shake off the last vestiges of slumber.
Once inside the hotel room, Spencer looked around with bleary eyes, taking in the cozy atmosphere. "This looks nice," he mumbled, a hint of appreciation in his voice.
"It does," you agreed, dropping your bags and heading toward the bathroom. "Why don't you take that shower you were looking forward to? I'll unpack while you do."
Spencer nodded, grateful for the suggestion. The promise of a hot shower was too enticing to resist, and he quickly gathered his toiletries and a fresh change of clothes. As he stepped into the bathroom, the sound of the rushing water immediately filled the space, creating a soothing ambiance.
He let out a sigh of relief as he stepped under the showerhead, the water smoothing over him with an invigorating force that seemed to wash away the last remnants of travel fatigue. The hotel, as promised, had excellent water pressure, and Spencer couldn't help but revel in the sensation. He closed his eyes, letting the steam envelop him as he began to feel truly awake for the first time since they boarded the plane.
With a renewed sense of calm, Spencer finished his shower and emerged from the bathroom, feeling refreshed and ready to embrace whatever came next. He found you unpacking and couldnât help but smile, appreciating the small but significant act of settling into this new space together.
"All clean?" you asked, glancing up from the suitcase with a knowing grin.
"Yes," Spencer replied, running a towel through his hair. "And you were right. The water pressure is fantastic."
You chuckled, walking over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Told you so. Now, are you ready to explore? I figured we could take a walk, get some fresh air, and maybe grab something to eat."
Spencer nodded, feeling more at ease than he had all day. "That sounds perfect," he said, slipping his hand into yours as you both headed out into the world beyond the hotel, eager to make the most of this special time together.
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That night, Spencer found himself lying wide awake in the darkened hotel room, his mind racing with thoughts that refused to quiet down. The shadows danced across the ceiling, and the gentle hum of the air conditioning did little to soothe the anxious thrum of his heart. His anxieties swirled relentlessly, fueled by the thought of meeting your family for the first time.Â
He couldn't help but wonder what they would think of him. The prospect of meeting your parents was daunting enough, but what about your siblings? Did they have partners? How many people would he have to interact with? Spencer's mind spun with hypothetical scenarios, each one more nerve-wracking than the last. He feared making a poor impression or saying something that would betray his social awkwardness. Would they see him as the socially awkward genius he often felt like, or would they recognize the man you loved?
He turned slightly, glancing over at your sleeping form beside him. The moonlight filtering through the curtains cast a soft glow on your peaceful face, and Spencer felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. You looked so serene, so completely at ease, and he envied your ability to find rest so effortlessly. He couldn't help but feel a deep appreciation for your invitation to join him for the holidays. It was a significant gesture, a sign of trust and affection that meant more to him than he could easily express.
As he watched you sleep, he couldn't shake the guilt that crept in alongside his fears. You had been nothing but supportive and understanding since the day you met, always knowing how to ease his worries with a kind word or a gentle touch. And yet, here he was, plagued by doubts and insecurities. It felt unfair, especially when he knew how excited you were to introduce him to your family.
"If this family raised you," he mused to himself, "they couldn't be all bad." The thought lingered, providing a small comfort amid the turmoil of his mind. After all, if they were responsible for shaping the incredible person you had become, surely they possessed qualities worth admiring.
Spencer let out a soft sigh, rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling once more. He tried to focus on the positivesâthe fact that you wanted him there with you, that you believed in him enough to introduce him to the people who mattered most. It was a gesture of acceptance, a sign that he had become an integral part of your life, and that alone was enough to make him feel a little braver.
In the quiet stillness of the room, he closed his eyes and tried to calm his racing thoughts. He reminded himself that he was not alone in this. You were there, right beside him, and that was more reassuring than anything else. As he listened to the gentle rhythm of your breathing, he slowly began to relax, the warmth of your presence wrapping around him like a comforting blanket.
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The next morning, Spencer awoke to one of his favorite sights: you, comfortably nestled against the pillows, your hair tousled from sleep. The sun filtered gently through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You were sitting up with a book in your hands, your glasses slightly askew, an endearing nod to your dedication to the story that had captured your attention even this early in the day.
He watched you quietly for a moment, a soft smile spreading across his face as he took in the familiar scene. There was something immensely comforting about the way you immersed yourself in your book, completely absorbed in the world the author had crafted (he doesnât know youâre reading smut). It was a reflection of the curiosity and passion that he admired so much in you, a trait that you both shared and often bonded over.
âGood morning,â he finally murmured, his voice still a bit husky from sleep.
You looked up from your book, your eyes brightening as they met his. âMorning, sunshine,â you replied with a playful grin. âI didnât want to wake you. You seemed like you needed the rest.â
Spencer stretched, feeling the remnants of sleep ease out of his muscles. âI appreciate that,â he said, propping himself up on one elbow. âDidnât sleep much at first, but I feel better now.â
You set your book aside, giving him your full attention. âWere you up worrying about today?â
He nodded, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. âA little bit,â he admitted. âI couldnât stop thinking about meeting your family. Itâs kind of a big deal.â
You reached over, gently adjusting his hair, which had gone a bit wild during the night. âI get it. It is a big deal, but I promise itâs not as scary as it seems. Theyâre just people who love me, and theyâll love you too because of that.â
Spencer felt his heart swell at your words. Your unwavering confidence in him was like a balm to his nerves, calming the storm of anxiety that had plagued him. âThank you,â he said sincerely. âI donât know what Iâd do without you.â
âProbably stay home and read all day,â you teased, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. âBut youâre here with me, and thatâs what matters.â
Spencer chuckled, feeling some of the tension lift from his shoulders. âTrue. Iâd much rather be here with you than anywhere else.â
âOh, just a little fantasy novel,â you replied, holding the book to your chest with a private smile. âFaeries, creatures, magic, the lot.â
Spencer raised an eyebrow, a look of genuine curiosity crossing his face. âReally? I didnât know you were into fantasy.â
You shrugged playfully, a mischievous glint in your eye. âThereâs a lot you donât know about me, Doctor Reid. I have a soft spot for worlds where the impossible becomes possible.â
He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. âI suppose that makes sense. Youâve always had a knack for finding magic in the mundane.â
You leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. âI think youâre the one who does that, Spencer. You make even the most ordinary things seem extraordinary.â
He felt a flush of warmth spread across his cheeks at your words. It was moments like these that reminded him of how lucky he was to have you in his life. Despite his initial hesitations, you had shown him a world full of wonder and possibility, much like the stories you loved to read.
As you both settled into the morning, Spencer felt a renewed sense of hope for the day ahead. He knew that with you by his side, he could face whatever challenges awaited him, including meeting your family. Your presence was a reminder that he was not alone in this journey, and that thought brought him more comfort than any reassurance ever could.
With a deep breath, Spencer pulled himself up to sit beside you, the two of you leaning against each other as you shared the quiet morning together. The world outside might have been bustling with holiday cheer, but inside this little bubble, it was just the two of you, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and understanding.
âReady to start the day?â you asked, glancing over at him with a smile that made his heart flutter.
âReady as Iâll ever be,â Spencer replied, feeling more confident than he had the night before. He was ready to embrace whatever the day had in store, knowing that he had you to guide him through it all.
And so, with a sense of excitement and a touch of nerves, Spencer prepared to meet your family, his heart full of hope and gratitude for the love that had brought him here.
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As you turned onto your family's street, Spencer's fingers fidgeted nervously in his lap. The drive had been filled with light chatter and music from the radio, but now that you were only moments away from the meeting he had been anxiously anticipating, the familiar weight of worry began to settle back into his chest. He watched the rows of houses pass by, each one decorated with festive lights and wreaths that hinted at the warmth within.
When you pulled into the driveway of your childhood home, you noticed Spencer take a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the cozy-looking house adorned with strings of colorful Christmas lights. You could feel the slight tremor in his hand as you reached over to give it a reassuring squeeze.
Turning to him, you offered a soft smile, trying to ease his apprehension. "Spencer," you said gently, "are you sure you're ready for this? We can always take a few more minutes if you need to."
He met your gaze, the earnestness in your eyes helping to ground him. "I think so," he replied, though the edge of uncertainty in his voice was still present. "I mean, I've faced serial killers and the most dangerous criminals, but this... this is a different kind of pressure."
You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "I promise my family isn't as scary as a room full of unsubs."
He laughed softly, the sound easing some of the tension from his frame. "I know, but meeting the people who raised you... it's important. I just want to make a good impression."
"You will," you assured him, leaning over to brush a gentle kiss across his lips. "They'll love you just as much as I do. Besides, you've already made an amazing impression on me, and that's not an easy feat."
Spencer's smile widened, the warmth of your words settling comfortably around him. He took a moment to look at the house again, imagining the family inside who had shaped the person he cherished so deeply. The thought was daunting but also exciting in a way he hadnât expected.
"Okay," he said with a renewed sense of determination, "letâs get inside."
"That's the spirit," you said, giving his hand one last squeeze before opening your door. Spencer followed suit, stepping out into the crisp morning air and taking in the sight of your family home, with its inviting front porch and the faint aroma of pine and cinnamon wafting from within.
Together, you made your way up the front steps, your fingers intertwined with his, a tangible reminder that he wasn't facing this moment alone. As you reached the door, you gave him a reassuring nod before ringing the bell, signaling the start of a holiday filled with new memories and possibilities.
The door swung open with a dramatic flair, revealing your sibling, Charlie, standing there with an expression of gleeful mischief painted across their face. "Y/N!" they exclaimed with a sing-song voice, their eyes gleaming with the thrill of having caught you red-handed. "I saw you kissing in the driveway!"
You sighed, rolling your eyes but unable to suppress a small smile at Charlie's antics. "Charlie! You had sex in Mom and Dad's bed! Are we even?"
Charlie feigned shock, clutching their chest with mock indignation. "Lips are sealed," they said with a smirk, clearly amused by the little exchange. Then, their gaze shifted past you to the man standing beside you. "Who is this beautiful man?"
You couldn't help but chuckle at Charlie's dramatic introduction to Spencer. "This is Doctor Spencer Reid," you said, gesturing to him with a flourish as if presenting a prize. "I found him on the corner. Only $20 an hour, can you believe that?"
Spencer, who had been standing there looking slightly bewildered by the sibling banter, let out a nervous laugh. He adjusted his glasses, clearly unsure how to respond to the unexpected introduction. "Well, technically, itâs a little more than that, considering inflation and all," he said with a small smile, his awkward charm instantly endearing.
Charlie burst out laughing, their eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, he's a keeper, Y/N! I mean, you found a guy who's both handsome and economically savvy? What more could you ask for?"
You and Spencer both laughed, the tension easing from the room as Charlie's infectious energy lightened the mood. It was moments like these that made you grateful for having such a lively and supportive sibling, someone who could turn any situation into a moment of joy and laughter.
As you walked deeper into the house, the familiar warmth and coziness enveloped you both. The comforting scent of home, mixed with the aroma of freshly baked cookies, filled the air. Spencer hesitated slightly as he stepped inside, taking in the comforting chaos of your family home, and the subtle charm that only a loving household could offer.
Charlie led the way, beckoning you both into the living room where the sound of a football game played on the TV. The announcer's voice carried through the house, mingling with the occasional cheer from the fans in the stadium. The room was filled with soft, golden light from the fireplace, casting a warm glow over everything.
As you rounded the corner, you found your mom and other sibling, Finley, lounging on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in their lap. Their attention was momentarily focused on the game, but they quickly looked up as you entered, a wide grin spreading across their face.
"Hey! Look who finally decided to show up!" Finley called out, putting the popcorn aside and standing up to greet you. They wrapped you in a quick hug, squeezing you tightly as if to make up for lost time. You could feel the warmth of their embrace, the familiar scent of home that always brought a sense of comfort and belonging.
"It's so good to see you, Fin," you said, pulling back slightly to look at them. "I've missed this place."
Finley grinned, giving you a playful nudge. "Well, it's about time you came back. Weâve got a lot to catch up on."
Then, Finley turned their attention to Spencer, their expression friendly and curious. "And you must be Spencer," they said, smiling with genuine enthusiasm. "I've heard a lot about you. All good things, I promise."
Spencer returned the smile, trying to channel his best impression of confidence. âItâs nice to meet you, Finley,â he replied, feeling a little more at ease thanks to Finley's welcoming demeanor. âIâve heard quite a bit about you too.â
Finley chuckled, a twinkle of mischief in their eyes. âAll good things, I hope,â they teased, shooting a knowing glance at you.
You rolled your eyes playfully, feeling the warmth of the familial atmosphere settle around you. âMostly good,â you teased back, âbut I might have left out the parts about your questionable taste in movies.â
Finley gasped in mock offense, clutching their chest dramatically. âHey, my taste in movies is impeccable! Itâs just...unique.â
Your mom, who had been quietly observing the exchange with a smile, finally chimed in. âDonât mind Finley, Spencer. They love to exaggerate. Weâre just really glad you could join us for the holidays.â
Her voice was warm and welcoming, instantly putting Spencer at ease. He nodded, grateful for the kindness being extended to him. âThank you for having me, Mrs. L/N. Itâs nice to be here.â
âPlease, call me Sandy,â she insisted with a wave of her hand. âWeâre all family here, after all.â
Spencer nodded, feeling a small weight lift from his shoulders. Your motherâs acceptance was a reassuring start, and he couldnât help but feel grateful for how natural this all seemed.Â
As you settled into the living room, Coconut, your dog, padded over, sniffing curiously at the newcomer. The dogâs tail wagged enthusiastically, thumping against the floor with each swing.
Spencer knelt down to greet Coconut, his fingers gently scratching behind the dogâs ears. âHello, Coconut,â he said softly, his touch unsure at first but growing more confident as Coconut leaned into him, clearly enjoying the attention.
You smiled, watching the interaction with a fondness that only grew as Coconut plopped down at Spencerâs feet, making himself comfortable. âI think Coconut likes you,â you observed, giving Spencer an encouraging nod. âThatâs a pretty high honor.â
Spencer chuckled, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease further. âI suppose thatâs a good sign,â he replied, continuing to pet the dog as Coconut rolled over, demanding belly rubs.
Your mom settled back onto the couch, a cup of coffee in hand, her attention shifting between the game and the scene unfolding before her. âSo, Spencer, do you follow football?â she asked, glancing over with genuine interest.
âNot extensively,â Spencer admitted, âbut I know a bit about it. The strategies can be quite fascinating.â
Your mom nodded, pleased with his response. âFinley here is the real football fanatic. They make sure weâre watching all the big games.â
âGuilty as charged,â Finley said with a grin, tossing a popcorn kernel into their mouth. âBut donât worry, weâre not too intense about it. Itâs more about enjoying the day together.â
You reached over and gave Spencerâs hand a reassuring squeeze, sensing that he was beginning to relax. âWeâre just happy to have you here, Spence. Family is about spending time together, not about impressing anyone.â
Spencer nodded, the warmth of your words resonating with him. As he settled back into the couch, he realized that this was exactly what he had always imagined a family gathering to be: relaxed, full of laughter, and surrounded by people who cared for one another.
As the game continued, you and Spencer joined in the lighthearted banter and conversations that filled the room. It wasnât long before he found himself genuinely enjoying the company, the initial nerves giving way to a sense of belonging that he hadnât anticipated.
With Coconut snuggled at his feet and your hand in his, Spencer began to see that maybe, just maybe, this Christmas would be as magical as the ones heâd read about in stories.
âDid I hear my favorite child is back?â your dad teased as he walked in from the kitchen, a towel slung over his shoulder and a warm smile on his face. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and holiday spices trailed behind him, adding to the cozy atmosphere of the room. Â
"Dad!" you exclaimed, jumping up from the couch and hurrying over to give him a hug. "I've missed you!"Â Â
He enveloped you in a bear hug, squeezing tightly before holding you at armâs length to get a good look at you. âYou look great, kiddo. I was just thinking that the house feels complete now that youâre here.â Â
You laughed, feeling the genuine warmth of your dad's words. âItâs good to be home. And look, I even brought a guest!â You stepped aside to gesture toward Spencer, who was now standing a little uncertainly, unsure of what kind of greeting to expect. Â
Your dad turned his attention to Spencer, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. âAh, you must be Spencer,â he said, striding over to shake his hand. âWeâve heard a lot about you, son. Welcome to the family.â Â
Spencerâs nerves eased slightly at the friendliness in your dadâs tone. He returned the handshake with a grateful nod. âThank you, sir. Itâs a pleasure to meet you. And thank you for having me.â Â
Your dad waved off the formalities with a chuckle. âNone of that âsirâ business. You can call me Bruce.â He turned to the rest of the room, saying, âNow that everyoneâs here, we can finally get this holiday started right!â Â
"Already trying to win the Best Dad Award, huh?" Finley quipped, tossing a playful grin his way. Â
Your dad shrugged, feigning innocence. "Well, Iâm just trying to stay ahead in the rankings. Gotta keep you kids on your toes."Â Â
âDonât worry, Dad,â you said, shooting Finley a teasing glance. âYouâve got nothing to worry about. Youâve always been my favorite.â Â
Spencer watched the exchange with a small smile, feeling a sense of warmth at the easy banter. The rapport you had with your family was evident, and it was a relief to see how effortlessly you slipped back into the rhythm of home. Â
As your dad settled into the armchair by the fireplace, he picked up a steaming mug of coffee from the side table, taking a satisfied sip. âSo, Spencer, are you ready for the full holiday experience? Weâve got quite the lineup of activities planned.â
âOh, um, yes. Looking forward to it,â Spencer replied, attempting to match your dadâs enthusiasm while simultaneously scanning his memory for any relevant data on traditional holiday festivities.Â
âDonât worry, Spence. Heâs teasing,â you assured him, a playful smile spreading across your face. âWe donât do too much. A quick present exchange, some of Dadâs famous cooking, and a lot of drinking.â
Spencer chuckled, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. âThat sounds like something I can handle,â he said, relaxing further into the cozy atmosphere of the living room.
âJust be prepared,â Finley added, shooting your dad a mischievous grin. âDadâs cooking is legendary. Heâll try to send you home with a weekâs worth of leftovers if youâre not careful.â
Your dad feigned indignation, placing a hand over his heart. âHey, I take pride in my culinary skills. Besides, isnât that what the holidays are for? Making sure everyone leaves with full bellies and fond memories.â
âThat, and making sure we all drink enough eggnog to last us till next year,â you teased, giving your dad a playful nudge.
Your dad chuckled, raising his mug in a mock toast. âTo family traditions, then. May they never fade.â
Spencer smiled, feeling the warmth of your familyâs love and joy seep into his bones. He realized that the dynamics in this household were vastly different from the ones he had grown up with, but in the best possible way. Here, there was a sense of ease and openness that made him feel welcome, despite being the newcomer.
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You and Spencer walked back to the hotel room hand in hand, the crisp evening air wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. After a casual dinner with your family, filled with laughter and easy conversation around the football game, Spencer seemed more relaxed than he had been earlier in the day.Â
As you entered the room, you couldn't help but tease him, âSo, how do you feel? Were they as scary as you thought?â
Spencer chuckled, shaking his head as he slipped off his shoes and hung up his coat. âHonestly? Not at all. I was so worried for nothing. Your family is wonderful. They were so welcoming, and it made me feel at ease.â
You smiled, feeling a sense of pride in your family's hospitality. âI told you theyâd love you. But I understand why you were nervous; meeting a partnerâs family is always a big step.â
âYeah,â Spencer agreed, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking thoughtful. âI think it was the idea of making a good impression. I just wanted everything to go smoothly, and it did. Your dadâs humor really helped break the ice. And Finley... well, I wasnât expecting the football trivia quiz, but it was actually fun.â
You laughed, remembering the light-hearted trivia challenge Finley had orchestrated during halftime. âFinley does have a way of keeping things interesting. They were trying to see if youâd fit into our family banter, and it seems like you passed with flying colors.â
Spencer leaned back against the pillows, a content smile playing on his lips. âYour family dynamic is so different from what Iâm used to, but in a really good way. Thereâs so much love and warmth in your home.â
You joined him on the bed, resting your head on his shoulder. âIâm really glad youâre here to experience it with us. I know itâs not easy to put yourself out there, but you did great. I couldnât have asked for a better day.â
Spencer wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. âThank you for inviting me. Iâm happy I got to meet them, and itâs nice to be part of something so special. Plus, your dadâs cooking was definitely a highlight. Iâm still thinking about those garlic mashed potatoes.â
You smiled, pleased to see how comfortable and at home he felt. âDad does make a mean mashed potato. Iâm glad you enjoyed it all.â
After a moment of silence, Spencer turned to look at you, his expression thoughtful. âYou know, spending the day with your family made me realize something. Iâve always been a little afraid of getting too close to people, of letting them in. But being with you and your family... it feels different. It feels right.â
His words warmed your heart, and you met his gaze with a soft smile. âIâm glad to hear that, Spencer. Youâre a part of my life now, and I want you to feel like you belong here, with us.â
Spencer nodded, feeling the sincerity in your words. âI do. And itâs because of you. You make everything feel less daunting, and Iâm grateful for that.â
You leaned in to kiss him gently, feeling the connection between you deepen. âIâm grateful for you too, Spencer. This Christmas is already one of the best Iâve ever had, and itâs because youâre here.â
He returned the kiss, feeling a sense of peace and happiness that he hadnât felt in a long time. Being with you, experiencing the warmth and love of your family, had opened his eyes to the possibilities of what life could be when shared with someone who truly cared.
As the night wore on, you and Spencer talked about everything and nothing, wrapped in the comfort of each otherâs presence. The city outside was alive with the sounds of the holiday season, but inside the hotel room, it felt like time had slowed down, leaving just the two of you to savor the moment.
âGoodnight, Spencer. I love you,â you said softly, slipping under the covers and curling up beside him.
âGoodnight,â he replied, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. âThank you for today.â
As sleep began to take hold, Spencer realized that he was no longer plagued by the anxieties that had haunted him the night before. Instead, he felt a deep sense of contentment and belonging, knowing that he was exactly where he was meant to beâwith you.
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The holidays had been a whirlwind of joy and laughter, each day unfolding with new experiences and moments of bonding that brought Spencer closer to your family. From playing with Coconut in the backyard to cozy evenings by the fire, the week had been a beautiful blend of warmth and happiness that Spencer had never quite experienced before.
On your last night at your family home, your dad approached Spencer with an unexpected invitation. "Hey, Spencer," he said with a friendly nod, "how about joining me for a drink on the back porch? It's a bit of a family tradition."
Spencer blinked in surprise, feeling both honored and slightly apprehensive. He had learned throughout the week that your dad was a man of deep wisdom and care, and being invited for a private conversation felt significant. As he followed your dad out to the back porch, Spencer couldnât help but wonder if this was going to be the talk â the one where your dad would lay down the law about how he expected his daughter to be treated.
The night air was crisp and cool, stars twinkling overhead as Spencer and your dad settled into the comfortable chairs on the patio. Your dad handed Spencer a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light from the porch lamp.
"Thanks," Spencer said, taking the glass with a slight nod. He took a sip, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through him, doing little to ease the nerves bubbling in his stomach.
They sat in companionable silence for a few moments, the quiet hum of the neighborhood providing a peaceful backdrop. Spencer braced himself, expecting the shovel talk that heâd often seen dramatized in movies.
Finally, your dad turned to him, a gentle smile on his face. âSpencer, I wanted to talk to you about something,â he began, his tone thoughtful yet reassuring.
Spencer looked over, curious and slightly terrified. âOh?â he replied, unsure of what to expect.
Your dad chuckled softly, taking a sip from his glass. âIâve seen how you are with Y/N these past few days. The love and care you have for her is plain as day. And I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate that.â
Spencer blinked, taken aback by the unexpected compliment. He felt his heart swell with emotion, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over him.
âI know Y/N doesnât need anyone to take care of her,â your dad continued, his voice steady and sincere. âSheâs always been independent and strong, and Iâve never doubted her ability to stand on her own two feet. But it makes me happy to see that she has someone like you in her lifeâsomeone who clearly loves and respects her.â
Spencer was speechless, his mind racing to process the words. He had prepared himself for a stern lecture, but instead, he found himself enveloped in a warmth he hadnât expected.
âThank you,â Spencer finally managed to say, his voice thick with emotion. âThat means a lot to me. More than I can express.â
Your dad nodded, his gaze steady and kind. âI know you didnât have the best relationship with your own father,â he said, his tone gentle as he broached the sensitive subject. âBut if you ever need someone to talk to, for advice or anything else, know that you can always come to me. Youâre part of the family now.â
The offer left Spencer profoundly moved, a lump forming in his throat. He had never expected to find this kind of acceptance and support, especially from someone who barely knew him. The absence of a father figure in his life had always been a quiet ache, and here was an unexpected balm for that wound.
âI... I really appreciate that,â Spencer said, his voice barely above a whisper. âIâve never had someone I could go to for that kind of support. It means more than I can say.â
Your dad reached over, giving Spencerâs shoulder a reassuring pat. âWeâre glad to have you with us, Spencer. You make Y/N happy, and thatâs all a parent can really ask for.â
Spencer nodded, feeling a sense of belonging that he hadnât anticipated when he first arrived for the holidays. The conversation had taken a turn he hadnât expected, filling him with a profound gratitude for the connection he was forming with your family.
They sat together for a while longer, exchanging stories and insights about life, relationships, and everything in between. As the evening deepened and the stars twinkled above, Spencer felt an overwhelming sense of peace and contentment.
Later, when he returned to the warmth of the house, he found you waiting in the living room, curiosity dancing in your eyes. âHow was it?â you asked, a knowing smile tugging at your lips.
Spencer smiled, his heart full. âIt was... wonderful,â he said simply. âYour dad is amazing. I feel really lucky to have met all of you.â
You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. âI knew theyâd love you, Spence. And Iâm so glad youâre part of my life.â
He held you close, feeling the truth of your words settle deep in his heart. For the first time in a long while, he felt truly at home, surrounded by love and acceptance in a way that he hadnât thought possible.
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Later that night, Spencer found himself lying awake in the hotel room. The day's events played over and over in his mind, the words from your dad echoing with a resonance he hadnât fully anticipated. Â
You were already asleep beside him, your breath slow and steady, a comforting rhythm that usually soothed his racing thoughts. But tonight, Spencer felt a wave of emotion rising within him, a tide of feelings that he could no longer keep at bay. Â
He had been holding it together all day, trying to process the overwhelming acceptance he had found in your family, the kind of love and support he had rarely experienced growing up. Now, in the quiet darkness of the room, the dam finally broke. Â
Silent tears began to slip down his cheeks, tears of joy mixed with a deep, profound sense of healing. For the first time, Spencer allowed himself to feel the full weight of what he had been missing all these yearsâthe absence of a father figure who cared, the lack of a family who embraced him fully and unconditionally. Â
His younger self, the boy who had longed for approval and a sense of belonging, seemed to stir within him. Memories of lonely holidays and awkward family gatherings resurfaced, but they were now met with the warm, soothing balm of the acceptance he had found with your family. Â
The tears continued to flow, and though they were born from happiness, they carried the weight of years of unspoken pain. Spencer turned slightly, trying to muffle his sobs against the pillow, not wanting to wake you. But the tears wouldnât stop, and soon, the quiet sounds of his crying filled the room. Â
You stirred beside him, sensing his distress even in your sleep. Blinking sleepily, you turned to him, concern immediately etching across your features as you registered the tears glistening in his eyes. Â
âSpencer?â you whispered, your voice gentle and soothing as you reached out to touch his arm. âWhatâs wrong? Why are you crying?â
He shook his head, trying to find the words to explain the cascade of emotions washing over him. âIâm sorry,â he choked out, his voice thick with emotion. âI didnât mean to wake you. Iâm just... overwhelmed, I guess.â
You shifted closer, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a comforting embrace. âHey, itâs okay,â you murmured, your voice soft and reassuring. âYou donât have to apologize. Just tell me whatâs going on.â
Spencer took a shaky breath, trying to compose himself enough to explain. âItâs just... your dad, your family, everything,â he said, struggling to articulate the depth of his feelings. âI never expected to feel so accepted, so welcomed. Itâs like... itâs like a part of me thatâs been missing is finally starting to heal.â
Understanding dawned on you, and you held him tighter, your heart aching with empathy for the man you loved. âOh, Spencer,â you whispered, feeling the weight of his words. âYou deserve all of that and so much more. Youâre part of our family now, and we love you for exactly who you are.â
He nodded, the tears flowing freely now as he allowed himself to fully embrace the reality of your words. The younger version of himself, the one who had always felt out of place, began to quiet, soothed by the knowledge that he was finally where he belonged.Â
As he held onto this newfound sense of peace, Spencer whispered something he hadnât quite had the courage to say before. âI love you,â he murmured, the words slipping out like a gentle exhalation of truth.Â
You froze for a moment, not sure if you heard correctly. The quiet intensity in his voice seemed to linger in the air between you. âWhat was that?â you asked softly, wanting to be sure you had heard him right, a gentle smile starting to form on your lips.
Spencer met your eyes, his expression both tender and vulnerable. âI love you,â he repeated, a little louder this time, the conviction in his voice clear and unwavering. It was as though saying the words aloud had finally solidified them in his heart.
A warmth spread through you, a feeling of joy and completeness that you hadnât realized you were longing for. You wrapped your arms around him tighter, your heart soaring at his heartfelt confession.Â
âI love you too, Spencer,â you replied, your voice filled with sincerity and happiness. âSo much.â
He let out a breath heâd been holding, relief and joy mingling with the last traces of his tears. The weight of his past fears seemed to dissolve, leaving behind only the certainty of the moment and the bond you shared.Â
âIâve wanted to tell you for so long,â Spencer admitted, his voice still a bit shaky from the emotional release. âBut I was scared I wouldnât be able to do it justice, to make you understand how much you mean to me.â
You reached up, gently cupping his face with your hand, your thumb brushing away the remnants of his tears. âYou didnât have to worry, Spencer. Iâve always known. Your actions speak louder than words, and Iâve felt your love in everything you do.â
He leaned into your touch, feeling a profound sense of gratitude and contentment. âYouâve changed my life in ways I never thought possible,â he said, his eyes locked onto yours with a sincerity that made your heart swell.
You smiled, feeling tears of your own threatening to spill over. âAnd youâve changed mine,â you replied, your voice filled with emotion. âI canât imagine my life without you in it.â
Spencer let out a soft, shaky laugh, feeling lighter and more at peace than he had in years. He pulled you closer, reveling in the warmth and comfort of your embrace, knowing that this was where he was meant to be.
As the two of you lay together, wrapped in each otherâs arms, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you and the love that bound you. Spencer realized that he was no longer defined by the loneliness of his past but by the connection and happiness he had found with you.
In that moment, he knew that the future was bright, filled with endless possibilities and the promise of shared adventures. With you by his side, Spencer felt ready to face whatever came next, secure in the knowledge that he was loved and accepted for exactly who he was.
As the night deepened and sleep finally began to claim you both, Spencer held onto the truth of his feelings, knowing that he had finally found the home he had always been searching forâin you.
â
The next morning dawned crisp and bright, with the sky painted in shades of soft pastels. As you packed up your belongings and prepared to head back home, there was a bittersweet feeling in the air. The holiday had been a whirlwind of joy and connection, and neither you nor Spencer was quite ready to say goodbye to the warmth of your family. Â
As you made your way through the house, exchanging hugs and well-wishes, Spencer felt a familiar tug of anxiety mixed with gratitude. This time, however, the anxiety wasnât accompanied by fear but by a deep appreciation for the acceptance he had found within your family. Â
When it came time to say goodbye to your dad, Spencer found himself standing on the front porch, the crisp winter air wrapping around him. Your dad approached with a warm smile, extending his hand for a farewell shake. Â
âIt was great having you here, Spencer,â your dad said, his voice filled with genuine warmth. âYouâre welcome back anytime.â
Spencer shook his hand, feeling the sincerity in your dadâs grip. âThank you for everything, Bruce,â Spencer replied, his voice a little rough with emotion. âItâs been wonderful to be part of your family for the holidays.â
Your dad paused for a moment, then gave Spencerâs shoulder a reassuring squeeze. âYou know,â he said thoughtfully, âyou donât have to call me Bruce anymore. Just call me Dad.â
Spencerâs eyes widened, a fresh wave of emotion washing over him. He felt the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, his heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and love. This simple gesture, this offer of familial connection, meant more to him than he could express.
âI... thank you, Dad,â Spencer managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper as he swallowed the lump in his throat. âGoodbye, Dad.â
Your dad gave him a nod, the look in his eyes filled with understanding and acceptance. âTake care of yourself, Spencer. And remember, if you ever need anything, Iâm just a phone call away.â
Spencer nodded, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over. âI will. Thank you.â
You watched the exchange with a full heart, knowing how much this meant to Spencer. As you wrapped up your goodbyes, you could see the mix of emotions playing across his faceâthe joy of being embraced by your family and the sadness of leaving it behind.
Once you were in the car, Spencer settled into the passenger seat, his mind still processing the weight of the morningâs farewell. He was quiet, lost in thought, and you could tell that he was holding back tears as he reflected on the kindness and acceptance he had been shown.
âHey,â you said softly, reaching over to give his hand a reassuring squeeze. âAre you okay?â
Spencer nodded, though his eyes were glassy with unshed tears. âYeah, I just... I never expected any of this. Itâs overwhelming, in a good way.â
You gave him a warm smile, understanding exactly what he meant. âTake your time. Iâll drive us to the airport.â
Spencer nodded gratefully, letting out a shaky breath as he tried to compose himself. You started the car and pulled out of the driveway, leaving the cozy warmth of your family home behind as you began the journey back to reality.
As you drove, Spencer gazed out the window, watching the landscape blur by. The silence in the car was comfortable, a space for him to gather his thoughts and emotions. He marveled at how much had changed in such a short time, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for the love and acceptance he had found.
He reached over, intertwining his fingers with yours, feeling the warmth of your touch grounding him. âI never knew I could feel so... at home. Youâve given me something I didnât even know I was missing.â
As you both made your way through the airport, ready to embark on the next chapter of your journey together, Spencer knew that whatever lay ahead, he was no longer alone. He had you by his side, a family that embraced him, and a heart full of love that would guide him every step of the way.
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It is really depressing that there isnât a Criminal Minds advent calendar.
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Okay okay so I was watching episode 6x6 (Devil's Night) and the beginning when Spencer was really excited to share the origin of Halloween and talk about his Halloween plans and everyone just went đ when he invited them mad me so sad - my poor baby just wanted someone to talk to :(
So is it alright if I please request fem!bau!reader just shyly being like "I'd love to come, if that's okay đ" and he's like đłđ„čđ„° "yeah"
I found a link to that scene if it helps (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WrBzi9VBIFw)
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pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: some facts abt halloween a/n: thank you so much for your request ( and the link !! ) <3 i hope you like this <3 also this healed something in me bc this scene always made me sad like i'd go with you pookie âčïž
You sat at the conference table, flipping through the file in front of you. Next to you, Rossi sipped his coffee, deep in thought, while Derek leaned back in his chair, absentmindedly twirling a pen between his fingers.
The silence was comfortable, broken only by the occasional rustle of paper.
Suppressing a yawn, you blinked tiredly at the text on the page.But thenâyour ears picked up on something, or rather, someone.
Spencer.
His voice carried through the open door and just like that, your mood shifted instantly, a small smile tugging at your lips before you could stop it.
Derek caught the change. From the corner of your eye, you noticed his amused smirk as he tilted his head slightly in your direction.
He didnât say anythingâhe didnât have to.
The look alone was enough to say busted. Still, he simply shook his head and returned his attention to his paperwork, letting you off the hook.
Moments later, Spencer and Emily entered the room. Spencer was mid-sentence, his voice animated, eyes bright.
ââit became a little more commercialized in the 1950âs with trick or treat and today it only rivals Christmas in terms of popularity.â
His words tumbled out effortlessly.
As he spoke, his gaze found yours, his expression softening just slightly as he smiled in greeting. You felt your heart stutter in response, but you quickly masked it with a small nod, returning the smile.
Emily, on the other hand, looked less than amused. With a sigh, she dropped into the chair beside Rossi, rubbing her temples.
âAll I asked was what he was doing this weekend,â she muttered, exasperation evident in her voice.
You glanced at Spencer, who remained standing, still lost in his Halloween tangent. Your eyes trailed down, taking in his outfitâa soft red cardigan over a crisp button-up.
It suited him, and you had to resist the urge to comment on how ridiculously cute he looked.
Across the table, Rossi, Derek, and you were all watching Spencer with varying degrees of amusement. His hands gestured slightly as he spoke.
âYou know, I'm toying with the notion of either going to the Edgar Allan Poe puppet theater or the reenactment of a 19th-century phantasmagoria,â he said, sounding excited when naming those two events.
As he talked, Garcia swept into the room in a burst of color, her outfit an explosion of orange hues. Your gaze flickered to her for a brief second, a smile forming at the sheer Garcia-ness of it all.
Rossi, however, had no interest in indulging Spencerâs train of thought. He raised a hand in protest, shaking his head. âI donât want to know.â
You frowned at his answer, turning back to Spencer with genuine curiosity. âI do,â you chimed in, tilting your head slightly as you watched him.
âPhantasmagorias are these amazing pre projected go shows invented in France where the showman attempted to spook the audience using science magic.â Spencer explained, his voice picking up excitement.
His eyes lit up as he emphasized the words science and magic, his enthusiasm practically infectious.
And if you werenât already hopelessly smitten, wellâyou were pretty sure you had actual heart eyes by now.
Spencer met your gaze, and for a fleeting moment, his confident rambling faltered. A faint blush crept up his neck, blooming across his cheeks as he registered the way you were looking at him. But, ever Spencer, he pressed on, his hands moving expressively as he spoke.
âAnd it just so happens that I have an extra ticket,â he said, nodding slightly, his voice just a touch more careful now.
You werenât obliviousâyou could practically feel the impending remark forming on Derekâs lips or the teasing smirk playing at Garciaâs expression. Rossi looked thoroughly unimpressed, as if this entire conversation was a waste of his time. The disinterest from the others was obvious, and you knew exactly where this was going.
So, before anyone could ruin the moment, you spoke up.
âIâd love to join you,â you said, your voice warm.
The roomâsomehow, impossiblyâgrew even quieter.
Spencerâs wide eyes locked onto yours, his lips parting slightly as though he wasnât sure heâd heard you correctly. âReally?â he practically whispered.
You nodded, offering him a warm smile. âSure. It sounds fun.â
For a second, Spencer just stared at you, as if trying to determine whether or not you were joking. When he realized you were serious, his lips curled into a small, almost shy smile. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his cardigan, and you could see the gears turning in his mindâhe hadnât expected this.
Garciaâs eyes flicked between the two of you, a knowing grin slowly spreading across her face. Derek, meanwhile, chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.
Spencer, still looking a little shocked but undeniably happy. âO-okay,â he stammered, clearing his throat. âUh, great. I meanâyeah, itâll be fun.â
âWell, pretty boy, looks like youâve got yourself a date,â Derek teased, his tone light but clearly pleased.
Spencerâs face went an even darker shade of red. âItâs not aââ He stopped himself, glancing at you quickly before deciding not to finish that sentence. Instead, he cleared his throat and adjusted his cardigan, trying to regain composure.
You just smiled to yourself, finding his flustered reaction entirely too adorable.
Maybe this Halloween was going to be more fun than you thought.
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under the mistletoe



note: happy first day of reidrumas! a nice little munch!spencer to keep you warm <3
summary: in which penelope uses a plant to get her friends together, or the time you find yourself under the mistletoe with spencer
cw: smut 18+ minors dni, munch!spencer, fingering, oral (f receiving), heavy kissing, idiots in love, friends to lovers, fem!reader, reader wears a dress and heels
wc: 2.8k
12 days of reidrumas
The annual BAU Christmas Party became an accord Penelope headed all on her own, and was a job she took very seriously. The amount of times the team had been called away on a case near or on a major holiday is too sad a number to count, so whenever there was certainty that there would be no case or bureau event, Penelope went all in.
That is, on David Rossiâs credit card, of course.
Light up sleighs and reindeers adorned the front lawn of Rossiâs mansion, of which was decorated with red ribbons and twinkle lights galore. The silhouette of the biggest Christmas tree you think youâd ever seen was illuminated in the window as you approached the front, rubbing clammy hands down the sides of your dress.
You donât even know why youâre so nervous, just that you are. While it had been some time since you had joined the team and you have definitely had some fun nights out with them, the nerves never get easier to deal with when you know a certain genius will be in your presence.
It seemed everyone knew of your crush on Spencer except the man himself. The way your face heats up when youâre near him, the words tripping over each other as you try to speak, somehow are not dead giveaways to him. If he notices your nerves, he doesnât mention it, and you donât know if thatâs a good or bad thing.
A call of your name from the bottom of the stairs grabs your attention, and you see none other than Spencer coming up the stairs to meet you. He straightens out his sweater and looks at all of you, âYou look nice.â
Suddenly you forget what words are, âUmâŠI.. thanks! I just got this, and I thought the antlers would be cute too.â you gesture to the light up headband.Â
âTheyâre really cute.â he smiles and gestures you to walk in, and youâre both ambushed by Penelope immediately.
âYouâre here! Oh, you look so cute with your little reindeer antlers,â she gushes, âAnd Spencer! Looking so dapper!â You both walk down the hallway with her, seemingly leading you to the kitchen when she abruptly stops halfway.
âYouâre too cheery. What did you do?â you squint.
âDonât hate me.â
Your eyebrows raise, âWhat did you do?â
âWhy would we hate you?â Spencer says at the same time.
Penelope pauses, and with a hint of mischief in her voice, âLook up.â
Your eyes trail upwards to the arch of the door youâre both stood in, and there hanging with its leaves and red and white berries tied in ribbon, is of course, mistletoe.
âPenny.â you mumble under your breath. If she heard you she paid no mind, only beaming at you both with her Cheshire cat grin. You look over at poor Spencer, whoâs sheepish smile and red cheeks are breaking through his stoic demeanor.Â
âDid you know mistletoe in nature is actually poisonous? Itâs a parasitic plant that has to grow on other trees in order to survive. But itâs holiday tradition comes from Norse mythology when the son of Odin is killed and his mother is so upset her tears turn into the berries on the plant, as a symbol of her love for him.â Spencer rambles out of nervousness.
âThat sounds nice Spence,â Penelope grabs both of your hands and positions you in front of each other in the doorway, âOkay great, Iâm sure you know the rules of mistletoe. Now kiss.â
âPenelope.â you lightly chide. Her persistence is a match for no one, thereâs no way of getting out.
âYou have to, thatâs the rule! If you donât, Christmas will be ruined!â she sighs dramatically.
You blink at her a few times hoping she understands that sheâs out of her mind and that itâs a little cruel to put you and Spencer in this situation. This is probably his worst nightmare. He has that thing with germs you remember and you both are merely friends so thereâs no way heâd see you like that, yet alone want to kiss you because a plant said you had to.
Spencer clears his throat in front of you, and says with a soft voice, âWell, if itâs going to ruin ChristmasâŠâ
Huh. Maybe not as cruel as you think.
You turn your head to meet his eyes, âYouâre okay with this?â
He nods sheepishly, âIâI mean I love holidays, and even though Iâd never done this part of Christmas, Iâd hate to break traditionâŠ.â
You look at him with disbelief, but Penelopeâs smile could not be wider and she squeals, âAmazing! Okay, Iâm ready.â
You both look at her knowingly, and she immediately puts her hands up. âAlright, fine! I can take a hint. But, I want details later, both of you.â she busies herself off in the kitchen.
Spencer turns his body to face you, hands tentatively reaching out to ghost the curve of your hips. His eyes look to you for permission, and with a slight nod he takes purchase, bringing you closer while resting his hands on your sides. You gingerly place your flat palms on his shoulders, and itâs then you realize just how close you both are. His breath fans softly against your face, and even in heels you find yourself rising a bit further to meet his lips.
Just mere milliseconds before your lips meet he whispers with the softest pitch youâve ever heard, âYou sure this is okay?â
You think you give him a nod and a word of approval, but itâs lost as soon as you press your lips onto his with no hesitancy. His hands pull you closer to him, leaning deeper into the kiss. The endorphins run loose before being corralled immediately as the kiss ends as quickly as it began.
He pulls back and he stares at your puffy lips, lips that are puffy because of him and itâs enough to drive him insane. He needs to find a way to have you like that again, to feel your lips against his again fearless of a watchful eye, to show you that he really doesnât give a damn for tradition, but would do rituals and ceremonies on end if it meant getting to kiss you like that again.
Youâre about to say something when your name is called from the living room, the other girls now noticing your arrival and waving you over to grab a drink. You look between them and Spencer, âI should go,â you say reluctantly, âFind me later?â.
He smiles softly, âIâll find you later.â
You hesitate before moving, wondering if itâs even a good idea. But you realize youâre already this far deep, so what difference would it make? Your eyes dart between the girls and Spencer once more making sure theyâre not looking, and rise to your toes again to kiss his cheek, âSee you later, Spence.â
A blush rises to his cheek as he touches the spot with his fingers, watching you walk into the living room. You might be the death of him, he thinks.
â
The partyâs gone on, games of white elephant are played and countless wine bottles are scattered around the place. He finds himself in an aimless conversation with Matt and Luke, he thinks theyâre talking about some sport, but all Spencer can think about is you and your damn lips.
Youâre addictive, heâs come to find. Heâs had a taste of the forbidden fruit and now fully empathizes with Eve, thinking if something was as nectarious as you, heâd also have to go to great lengths to get it again.
He excuses himself from the conversation, not caring if they said anything, and goes off to find you. Youâre sat on the loveseat with JJ thatâs entirely too small for the two of you, but you certainly look comfy wedged into the seat. He circles around the back, resting a hand on your shoulder to let you know of his presence and bending down to whisper in your ear, âIs this a good time to find you?â
You startle a little at the voice, calming once you recognize it to be Spencer. Youâre surprised he actually came and found you like he said he would, and by the look of his face it seemed like a determined mission.
âIâd say it is,â you smile up at him, his body looming over you behind the couch. He holds a hand out for you, âIâll be back, J.â you tell her as you stand up. She looks between you and Spencer and a smug look rises to her face.
âOkayâŠbe safe.â she winks. You groan.
Spencer leads you away from the bustle of the living room and further into the depths of Rossiâs mansion. You both walk side by side, talking aimlessly about anything and everything, grateful to have moments just walking with each other. You push open on a fancy door, revealing a vastly large room but with the same crown modeling as the rest of the place. A three piece couch set rests in the middle, and bookshelves filled with antiques line the walls.
Youâre intrigued by the telescope pointed out the window, bending down to look through it. Spencer looks up from the book heâs holding on the other side of the room and watches you. Youâre ethereal, the moonlight casting a soft glow on your figure making you look like an angel from above. You gaze through the lens to look at the stars, and he canât help but wonder how lucky he is to have you in front of him and not in the sky with the rest of them.
âCan I confess something?â
You straighten your back and turn around, eyes widening, âUm, sure.â
âNothing scary, I promise,â he reassures.
âThatâs not concerning.â
He takes a deep breath, âI had an ulterior motive, when I came to find you.â
Your brows furrow nervously, âWhat do you mean?â
âNo no, I meant it, itâs nothing bad,â he confesses, âI just⊠really wanted to kiss you again.â
Oh. âMe?â
âYes, you. Who else?â he chuckles.
You stammer, âWâWell, I just wasnât sureâŠâ
He nods and slowly walks to you, âWould that be okay?â
You look up at him and see that heâs so close again. The waft of his cologne invades your senses. His hair is long again, you told him once he looked good with long hair and he hasnât so much as looked at some scissors since then. The ends of his curls tickle your forehead when his head dips, lips mere nanometers away.
âYeah.â you barely muster an audible whisper.
The corners of his lips twitch, âYeah?â he says in the same pitch, leaning even closer.
âPlease.â
His lips press to yours again for the second time this night, and he kisses you with a fervor you couldnât comprehend. He brings one hand up to cradle the back of your head, padding the impact as he uses the other to back you against the wall. Your hands come up to tangle in his hair, lightly tugging on the roots that makes him fold even more into you.
Kisses travel down the side of your neck to the nape, and he spends time littering the area with lovebites. The soft gasps that leave your mouth only spur him on, but itâs not nearly enough for him.
âSweetheart,â he pants between kisses, âNeed toâfuckâneed to taste you, please. Can I?
Your blown out eyes meet his, and it wasnât even an option to say no when he was begging you so desperately, âYeah, yes, please.â
His hand snakes through the slit on your dress, tracing the edges of your panties and grinning when he hears your breath hitch. He toys with the edge some more before dipping a finger below the band, never touching you where you really need him but getting awfully close.
âSpence..â you whine.
He groans, âFuck, you sound so pretty saying my name and I havenât even touched you yet.â He puts you out of your misery when he finally drags the pad of his index to the bundle of nerves at your center, tracing light circles that draw the prettiest moans heâs ever heard.
You grip his forearms for more stability, feeling your legs turn to jelly. Spencer sees your struggle and wraps an arm around your waist, âI got you, pretty girl itâs okay.â A few more minutes of teasing you and marking you relentlessly and he decides youâre okay enough for him to stand on your own, so he can sink to his knees in front of you.
He doesnât break eye contact as he crouches down, making sure youâre okay every step of the way. His finger is still tracing a line from your clit to your entrance, the wet line seeping through your panties. He bunches up your dress and silently gestures to you to hold it, and steadies his hands on either side of your hips. He presses chaste kisses up your thighs, your breath getting heavier with each one closer to your center. The delirium hits an all time high when he presses a firm kiss to your core.
Skilled fingers hook your panties to the side, revealing you in all your glistening glory, âLook at you,â he marvels hoarsely, âthat all for me?â
You nod fast, âYes, yes Spence please.â you whine out, youâd sound like you were in pain if it were anyone else.
âHey, hey itâs okay, donât do that. Iâm gonna take care of you, promise.â he coos, calming your pleas, âCome on, leg on my shoulder.â
The new angle opens you up beautifully for him and he canât help himself when he leans in and swipes a tentative tongue through your folds, satisfied when he hears the sound of a guttural moan leave you.
You immediately slam your hand over mouth as he taunts, âCareful sweetheart, canât be too loud or someoneâs gonna walk in.â
You try to keep your moans and whimpers to a minimum as he continues eating you out like a man depraved, like all he was meant for on this earth was to be between your legs. He prods a finger around your entrance and slowly slips it in, you whimper and clamp your fingers into his hair tugging tightly.
Spencer groans into you at the feeling, and adds another finger swiftly moving them in and out. Youâre getting close, he can feel it from the way you clench around his fingers, unable to stop himself from thinking about how youâd feel clenching around him.
âAhâIâmâŠ.Iâm close.â you whimper.
He speeds up ever so slightly, âYeah? Okay angel, you can let go, itâs okay.â
Soon your climax washes over you, with you gripping his hair tightly and his fingers never faltering as he rides you through it. He slows down his pace as you come down before gently taking them out and giving you one last lick through your folds before standing up.
You yelp but itâs quickly muffled by him kissing you again. He feels you smile into the kiss and matches you before you both start giggling and pull away.
He can hear the smile in your voice when you rest your forehead on his shoulder, âThat wasâŠâ
An arm wraps around you again to hold stable, âGood, I hope?â
You press a soft kiss at the base of his neck, âReally good. I guess we have to thank Penny now.â
âActuallyâŠâ
âWhat?â
âI may have been the one to tell her to put some mistletoe up.â He confesses sheepishly.
âYou told her? SâSo you couldâŠlikeâŠâ you ramble.
âSo I would have a chance to kiss you, yes.â
You get real shy in front of him as if he wasnât on his knees for you five minutes ago, âThatâs really sweetâŠyou couldâve told me.â
âI wanted to! But I thought you might not feel the same way because I notice how you are around me and I didnât want to overwhelm you, but then Penelope told me you felt the same and I just figured one of us had to pull the bandaid off.â
You smile shyly, âI get nervous around you, because I really really like you.â you quietly admit.
He pulls you close into his chest, kissing your forehead softly, âWell thatâs good then, because I really really like you too.â
Penelope is obviously over the moon when she finds out, giddy as can be knowing her two best friends are now together. What she doesnât tell you, is how she sends the mistletoe to a preservation company to be pressed and framed. Sheâs just preparing to have the best gift ever to bring to your wedding.
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Santa Doesn't Know You Like I Do
Spencer Reid x Reader
Summary: Your first Christmas with Spencer and you get his name for secret Santa.Â
WC: 1.8k
Tags: Fluff, Secret Santa, friends to lovers, one use of Y/N I think A/N: Sorry I went MIA :( I got busy with school. I hope to push out many ideas while Iâm on break tho. Hereâs something cheesy and festive for the holiday season I hope you enjoy! (not beta read don't kill me)
Nothing was right. Nothing you found was the right present.Â
This was your first secret Santa with the BAU and you picked Spencer's name out of penelopeâs mug. At first you thought it would be easy to buy a present for him because you knew him so well. In almost a year of being with the BAU you grew the closest with Spencer.Â
What you didnât expect was your present ideas to not live up to your own expectations. Nothing you came up with could live up to your own standards. Of course your âslightâ feelings for him definitely affected this, but you tried to tell yourself that wasnât true.Â
You ran through dozens of ideas. Clothing, a new scarf, tickets for a play, special edition of a book he loved. But nothing felt like the right present.Â
You almost gave up in your search for the perfect present for him. The gift exchange was in less than a week and you still had nothing. Sitting at your desk in the bullpen you considered settling with one of your first ideas.Â
While getting up to refill your coffee mug you noticed Spencerâs attention was focused on his computer. He sat there deep in thought with his brows furrowed and lips in a fine line. When you walked by his desk you saw he was playing an online chess game.Â
âWorking hard or hardly working?â you joked.Â
He popped out of his focus from your presence. âI finished my files a little early,â he responded bashfully.Â
âAre you at least winning?âÂ
He smirked, âIâve won four times. But thatâs not even the fun part. The fun is doing different plays every time and seeing what the computer comes up with as the best response.âÂ
Thatâs when it hit you. An idea for Spencerâs gift.Â
Finally something that felt like a good gift for him. At the end of the day you rushed out of work to go to the craft store and get your supplies. You worked on the gift everyday after work.Â
Soon the weekend rolled around and you found yourself at Rossiâs. His living room had the biggest Christmas tree youâd ever seen. Everyoneâs gifts sat there for the evening. After dinner you all sat down to exchange gifts.Â
âI want to go first!â Garcia exclaimed. She jumped up from the couch and hurried to the tree to grab her gift for JJ.Â
JJ excitedly opened the gift bag to find a small black and grey purse with a colorful crochet keychain. The idea that Garcia also handmade part of her gift gave you a sense of relief.Â
âOh this is so pretty. Thank you so much,â she beamed, admiring the bag and twirling the keychain. Garcia squealed in happiness before JJ offered a hug to her.Â
JJ then handed over her gift to Rossi, a bottle of scotch. He smiled and thanked her for the bottle saying how his collection needed a new addition.Â
He stood up and brought his hands together looking at the tree. âMy turn.â He grabbed a thin box wrapped in silver sparkly wrapping paper and walked over to you.Â
âFor you, my dear,â he handed you the box.Â
Your eyes widened and lips perked up at the gift. It may be a little silly but, part of you wished that you were Spencerâs secret santa. You reminded yourself that the possibility of you both picking each other's names was unlikely. The possibility of some things being the same between the two of you was ⊠unlikely.Â
You ripped back the paper to reveal a large eyeshadow pallet. Upon opening it, you saw an array of beautiful shades you couldnât wait to try out.Â
âRossi, this is so sweet. I love it,â You thanked with a bright smile.Â
Now it was your turn. Everyoneâs eyes only made the moment more stressful. You got up and grabbed the box with a nervous hand. What if he didnât like it? What if he thought it was too cheesy or corny? What if he thought it was useless as he already owned two of them?
You tried to quiet your thoughts as you handed him the box, but they had no intention of leaving.
âMerry Christmas Spence,â you said softly.
When you turned and walked back to your seat you neglected to see the rising blush on his face.Â
Spencer glanced down at the white and red striped paper. He carefully peeled it off and opened the lid to reveal a chess set nestled in between red tissue paper. The board spaces were off-white and royal purple with corresponding chess pieces the same colors. When he picked up the wooden pieces and saw small leaves and flowers painted on them. The King and Queen specifically had crowns in a shimmering gold.Â
âWow look at that,â Emily admired.
Upon further inspection he noticed the small human imperfections in the details. The way not one leaf or flower looked exactly the same. Or how the clear coating over the paint was slightly streaky in some spots.Â
âDid you paint this?â He asked.
You nodded your head and answered , âYeah I did.âÂ
A faint âaweâ could be heard across the room from Garcia.Â
âY/N,â Spencer started, his voice full of admiration. âThis is ⊠beautiful.âÂ
The butterflies in your stomach were getting restless.Â
âReally?â you asked, not able to hide the smile spreading on your face.Â
âYes! Itâs Perfect,â his eyes sparkled at you. âI love it. Nobodyâs ever given me something like this.â He beamed at you with a smile that made you love sick.Â
The realization that you both were not alone set in and Spencer cleared his throat before closing the box. The gift exchange continued as Spencer handed over a present to Morgan.Â
The rest of the night was filled with catching glances and far away looks between you and Spencer. He seemed to feel more relaxed in a way after receiving your gift. Not that he was acting any differently. He just seemed more open. With the group and with you.Â
You lived off that feeling the whole evening. The idea that you made him happy. You helped him see he was appreciated and loved.Â
Not that he had to know you loved him.Â
He didnât know that. Right?Â
As the hands on the clock passed you announced your departure and said your goodbyes. You stepped outside and felt a chill against your skin.Â
You held tight onto your keys as you walked to your car. The snow had just started to fall. Occasional little flurries fell down from the sky.Â
âWait!â Someone yelled from behind.Â
You turned to find Spencer trying his best to run but not slip on the icy parts of the driveway. When he got closer you noticed his cheeks and the tip of his nose were pink. Probably from the cold weather you thought.
âI wanted to formally say thank you for the chess set,â he explained.Â
âYouâre welcome,â you replied with a smile. You stuffed your hands in your pockets away from the cold. âIâm glad you like it. I was worried youâd find it cheesy.âÂ
He looked confused. âWhy would I find it cheesy?âÂ
You shrugged, âbecause I hand painted it.â
âBut thatâs what makes it perfect,â he reassured. His voice is sincere and soft. âItâs personal and shows you care.â
His eyes widened. âOh um-âÂ
He suddenly remembered why he rushed outside and scrambled for something in his jacket pocket. It was a small cube shaped box wrapped in paper covered in snowflakes. Quite fitting for the weather.
âI know I technically wasnât your secret Santa but I still wanted to get you something.â
You took the gift from him with a slack jaw. âSpence-â
âThis isnât because you were my secret Santa. I still wanted to get you a gift regardless,â he reassured.Â
âI- Thank you,â you started unwrapping the gift.Â
âItâs not homemade like yours but I hope you still like it.â
âIt doesnât have to be homemade for me to-â the wind was stolen out of your lungs. Â
The gift was a small gold and white music box you immediately recognized. You opened the lid to reveal a ballerina in a pink tutu spinning as Sleeping Beauty Waltz played. Your heart ached as you admired the tiny dancer.
âIs this the music box from that antique shop in Seattle?âÂ
While on a case in Seattle, you and Spencer went to an antique shop to ask the owner about evidence found at the crime scene that was purchased there. You fell in love with a beautiful music box in one of the aisles.Â
âIt is. I saw how you looked at it in the store and in the car you said it reminded you of when you used to do ballet. So before we left Seattle I went back to the store to get it for you. I thought it would make a great Christmas present.â
âBut, that was three months ago.â
He sheepishly smiled and his cheeks only got more red. âYeah, I had to keep it a secret for a while.â
Your heart rate started to pick up as the butterflies returned. âI can't believe you went back and bought this for me,â you muttered in disbelief.Â
âOf course I would. You mean a lot to me and I knew this was something that would make you happy.âÂ
You admired the music box before carefully placing it in your purse. âThank you so much. I love it.âÂ
His smile grew and reached his eyes. His eyes looked beautiful in this lighting. The Christmas lights from the house made them look practically golden. Even in the freezing cold you could melt from his eyes.
He shifted his weight and licked his lips. He seemed wrapped around the words in his head. âI also wanted to ask if maybe youâd want to go see The Nutcracker with me.âÂ
Your heart damn near stopped.Â
âItâs playing at the theater downtown. I was thinking if we donât get a case then we could go see the show on Friday. Maybe, if you want to, that is,â he rambled in nervousness.Â
âIâd love to,â you beamed.Â
His face brightened at your eagerness, but his nerves were still present. âBut not as friends. As a date?âÂ
You chuckled, âYes Spencer, I would love to go on a date with you. I think the nutcracker is a perfect first date.â
âGreat,â he said with relief. âAnd maybe afterwards we might have time for a game of chess with my new board.âÂ
God he was cute.Â
âThat sounds great.â
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