Spencer x Mexican!Girlfriend (this is very nieche and self-indulgent, pay no mind to it!)
Many things had you accomplished since you started dating Spencer Reid, culturally speaking. Number one, he had become addicted to pozole. Number two, every once in a while he'd take you salsa dancing (yes, he absolutely sucked at it). Number three, he now knew Cancun was not the only interesting tourist place.
The one thing you hadn't been able to convince him of doing, though, was learning spanish. You hadn't brought him to your parents, his job hadn't expected it from him either, since you knew his friend spoke it pretty fluently, and overall he had limited time. Of course, he picked up on some words here and there. He dropped occasional 'te amo's, and knew every curse word you had let out that time you hit your toe against the foot of the couch.
Every once in a while he would call you 'amor', his sole nickname for you in your native language. You on the other hand, and honoring a long tradition from your culture, would change your term for him just about every week. He dressed up in a tux? That week he was 'guapo'. His hair had been specially messy? 'mi greñudo'. Put on some weight? 'Gordito' it was.
Even if he didn't understand, he knew they always came from a place of love, the utter adoration in your eyes giving you away every time you called him something new.
"Hey! What are you doing here?!" he exclaimed excitedly once he saw you enter the bullpen with a rectangular glass container on your hands, still covered with a colorful cloth. He made sure to take it from you carefully, you muttering 'it's hot' under your breath to tell him to be cautious. Once it was out of the way, he hugged you close and landed a kiss on your cheek, a gesture you gladly returned.
"Thought I would drop some lunch for you guys." the rest of the team had gathered around to say hello as well. Having dated him for two years everyone was already familiar with you, and you had had the honor to attend Rossi's parties more than once.
"Oh, hell yeah!" Morgan exclaimed, taking a look under the fabric that was protecting the heat from leaving. Prentiss leaned as well, curious as what was smelling so good.
"Enchiladas suizas?" she asked with excitement.
"Fresh from the oven." you bragged a little bit. "Had the day off and I was bored out of my mind, figured I could feed a couple hardworking FBI agents."
Morgan had grabbed a random fork from JJ's desk to dig in, and he was already munching down on the chicken-based dish. "Dear god." he exclaimed with a pleased face. After he swallowed, he turned to you and pointed with the fork "sweetheart, if in one year this man has not given you a ring, you hit me up, okay? I would marry you solely to have these every night."
Spencer chuckled a little, yet his arm wrapped around your shoulders with a slight hint of possessiveness. "It's in the works, Morgan, so get your own mexican." he smiled at you with certain shyness in his eyes. "Thank you so much. You should have called, I would have escorted you up."
"Oh no, I know you guys are swamped in work, I actually have an appointment I have to get to, just came to drop this off." you clarified, pulling away from his body. "JJ, you make sure Morgan and Prentiss don't eat this whole, and that Hotch and Rossi get at least some, got it?"
She nodded in agreement and reached to snatch Derek's fork away, to which he complained with a grumble. The people around you broke into a small laugh. Spencer turned to you once again to speak "No new case yet, so I'll probably be home around 5." he told you.
"Okay, I'll make us some dinner." you answered, then you kissed the tips of two of your fingers and pressed them against spencer's exposed forehead as a goodbye kiss. "I'll get going, love you, frentón" you smiled yet again before disappearing back through the doors you had come in.
The second you were gone, Emily wasn't able to contain her laughter any longer, and the sound echoed throughout the entire office. The odd expression startled Spencer, and he looked back at her perplexed. "What's so funny?" the young doctor inquired
"I just think her calling you frentón is adorable." she told him.
"Why? What does it mean?" his brows furrowed as he asked.
"I-" Emily stumbled with her words "person with a really big forehead" she said with a bit of embarrassment, since she had genuinely thought he knew.
"What? My forehead isn't even that big!" he yelled, mostly towards himself. He then started to recall some other nicknames you had given him, and the curiousity that was always present let itself free "Hold on, so then what does 'gordito' mean?"
"Fatty." she clarified "But it's a term of endearment in Mexico!" she tried to reassure him.
"And what about 'pitudo'?" he asked yet again and watched as Emily made a disgusted grimace.
"That one you'll have to find out yourself, Reid." she used the oppotunity to drif away from the scene.
Everyone else just giggled and stared at the exchange, and how his mouth was dropped open in utter surprise, brows furrowed as the gears of his mind turned over every term you had used for him. After a couple of seconds he took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Come on, Spence, don't call her to fight, I'm sure it's all in good faith." JJ mentioned as she observed her friend's movements.
"Not what I'm doing." he said as he waited for someone on the other side to pick up. Once the call connected, his attention drifted back to the phone. "Yes, MLK Memorial Library? Hi, my name is Dr. Spencer Reid with the FBI. I would like to check out every book you have on learning spanish. Yes, it's urgent."
