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| Day25: Christmas Spirit Drought |

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WARNINGS: Hatred of Christmas, mention of depression, mention of death of mother and father, Reid tries to make reader feel better

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WORDS: 587

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PAIRING: Spencer Reid x m!reader

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All of my previous fanfics could fuck me up the ass, kill off my family, force me to detransition, and then make me live for all of eternity and I'd still hate this more.

You and the team managed to get called out for a case on Christmas. Thankfully, for JJ and Matt, it wasn't until around 6pm that the call came in so they got to spend most of Christmas Day with their families. You, however, had just drowned in depression all day.

You hate Christmas. Some of team, the ones without kids, as in Prentiss, Rossi, and Reid aren't so.. out there, about it either, but they don't share a hatred of the holiday like you do. It's awful and only reminds you just how much you miss your family, back when they called, back when most of them were at least alive. You lost your dad when you were a young boy, right around the holidays. You lost your mom just a few years back, specifically on Christmas Eve. You hate this cursed holiday. With every fucking bone in your body.

You lay curled up on the couch in the back, trying to get some sleep before having to go into the world of terror to find a killer. Reid, who could tell something was off the second you boarded the jet and ignored him, walks up to the couch, turns you around, and lays down next to you. Usually, you wouldn't mind him being close, but you don't really even want to be here right now. “..Sorry about your experience with Christmas being shitty, but, it won't always end up bad.” He says, a frown forming on your face. You just wanted to finish this holiday off like you have since your mom passed. Sleeping through the most part, crying through the rest. “It's always gonna be shit. It's cursed, I swear!” You argue, a light laugh sounding from the man snuggled against you.

You pout, glaring at him as he just starts running his finger along your jawline. “It won't be bad. We'll spend it together. I could take you out to dinner, and it'll be in a town where nobody knows us, so you don't have to deal with the unnecessary fear of running into somebody that hates you.” He says, the mention of the fact that nobody knows you in the town of the case being a bit soothing, helping ease your slight fear of being in the prying eyes of the public. You let your head lean forward to rest against his chest, taking a second to inhale his scent, using the familiar smell of him to soothe you.

Reid smiles down at you, his hand sliding back to gently rest against the back of your head, fingers lightly twirling the hair. He knows that seasonal depression kicks ass, and with the history of Christmas in your family, you're Santa's biggest threat with your lack of holly and jollyness, Christmas spirit more rare than a day off. He places a gentle kiss to the top of your head before snuggling in even more, grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch and pulling it over both of you. “You tryna take a nap?” He asks, though knowing the answer before you even nod your head with a sleepy hum.

Your arm moves to rest over his side, hand tugging his suit shirt out of his pants so it can rest on the warm skin of his lower back. Reid doesn't mind it, enjoying the small bit of skin-to-skin contact. He gives you one last kiss on the head before resting his own back, eyes fluttering shut at the same time yours do.