I know I have a whole update about thanking you guys but GUHHHH! I am so touched by the wonderful responses! I just want to give you all a head's up that I will do my best to do most of them, I will get to the personal ones, and I have a few ideas that I just might bunch together. I will tag those that gave me the ideas (credit, as little as it may be must ALWAYS be due where it is deserved). I have a couple of OC one shots I will try out just for the sake of trying haha so sit back and get ready for some stories sparked all thanks to you guys ;)

This one is a collective idea that I figured you'd enjoy since it's winter time now haha (if you do not like toast...predent it's something simple to prepare that you DO like haha)

You breathed warmth into your hands and rubbed them together, your body shaking as you stood out in the late November air. You don't usually go out at ten pm and go knocking on your colleague's door but Spencer had your toaster and you were really in the mood for some toast.

You knocked again which felt like the millionth time as you switched from foot to foot, bouncing on the balls of your feet to keep from freezing over. You desperately wished you had worn your heavy coat instead of a jacket and a thin (Hogwarts house) scarf. You tucked your chin into your scarf as you let out a breath and closed your eyes. You reached up to knock on the door one more time but this time your hand came into contact with something warm and soft.

"Can I help you, (Y/n)?" Came Spencer's voice laced with laughter and sleep.

You looked up quickly, your eyes wide. "OH! Uh," of course your teeth started to chatter as you tried to get your thoughts together. Seeing Dr. Spencer Reid in a robe with mussed hair and a half-asleep smile wasn't something you'd think would catch you off guard but here you were. "I Uh, I came for, for my toaster."

Spencer's brows pinched as he looked at his watch. "At ten pm?"

Your breath came out in little puff clouds as you nodded your head. "Yes. I know. But I'm craving toast and didn't feel like waiting, as is the definition of 'craving'." Your teeth chattered again as you rubbed your arms up and down.

Spencer scratched his head as he looked at you with an endearing smile. He took a step forward, showing really soft looking slippers, and gently took ahold of your arm to pull you into his warm apartment.

The first thing you noticed was, of course, how warm it was. Looking around you found his little fireplace glowing softly with the remains of his last burn. Books were strewn about the living room, a throw blanket haphazardly tossed over the top of the couch, a pillow still imprinted with the depression of where Spencer was laying down. He must have fallen asleep while reading. You almost felt bad about waking him up but your stomach growled and you didn't feel bad any more.

Shutting the front door behind you, Spencer then guided you to his living room where your wet shoes squeaked on his clean floor. He looked down at his hand on your arm as you looked at him, your body slowly warming up from where he was touching you.

Spencer cleared his throat as he let go of your arm and nodded to the toaster in the kitchen. "Do you have something to tell me."

You looked at him with a slightly puzzled smile. "Tell you what? That I love food?  You already know that."

Spencer chuckled. "You are just behaving a loke like a woman who's pregnant. Cravings make pregnant women do some pretty interesting things, like come knocking at her friend's door for her toaster after dark and while it's seven degrees outside."

You let out a snort, shaking your head as you slowly made your way closer to your glorious toaster. "Craving food is essential to survival. Just like warmth."

Spencer looked down at your shoes and pants, his eyes widening slightly. He reached out and grabbed your arm for the second time making you stop and look at him with slight worry. He nodded to your sopping pants and squishing shoes.

"You walked here?" Your heart warmed at the concern in his voice.

You shrugged a shoulder. "You don't live that far from me. And," you lowered our voice to a playful whisper, leaning closer to him, "I am really REALLy craving toast. If you can't tell already."

Spencer shook his head, his grip on your arm tightening slightly as he pulled you away from the kitchen and to a bathroom. "Don't move." He gave you a pointed but kind look before he disappeared into his room.

You raised a brow as you hugged your frame, your body feeling the full effects of your ill-planned outing outfit. Spencer didn't leave you long. He pressed a bundle of clothes into your arms and nodded to the bathroom behind you.

"They might be on the long side but at least they will keep you warmer than what you have on. I'd hate for you to get hypothermia."

You smiled, shaking your body with exaggeration. "Oh no, Spence. This is it. Ten minutes in the snow has done it. I'm fading. Take good care of Toasty. Feed him lots of bread. Don't cry for me."

Spencer gently pushed you into the bathroom, a smile on his face. "Oh don't worry. I don't cry over women who name their toasters "Toasty"." He shook his head, shutting the door. "Let alone name their toasters at all," he mumbled under his breath.

"Hey, I heard that!" You called after him as you tried to stop your body from actually shaking.

You looked at the clothes he handed you and you nearly melted. You held the very shirt you saw him wear just a few days ago at work to which you commented saying it looked "very comfortable and really cozy". His response was to tell you that you just repeated yourself just with different words. You threw a napkin ball at his smirking face.

So as quickly as you could, all things considered with a shivering body, numb fingers, and wet clothes, you stripped down to your undergarments. You breathed fast, mumbling things to yourself to keep yourself distracted by the prick of the cold around you. But as soon as you threw on his sweats and the shirt you felt and smelled like you were in heaven.

Wet clothes in hand, you draped your (Hogwarts House) scarf around your neck and stepped out of the bathroom. What greeted you was another testament to your thoughts of being in heaven. The fire crackled a little louder, a few more logs bringing it to life. Soft unrecognizable but enjoyable music played from a vinal filled the apartment. Spencer stood in the kitchen, his hair combed through (hardly) and. Two cups of steaming drink sat on the table next to some empty plates. The air smelled like burning wood and...toast! Suddenly you understood what JJ said to you a few missions back about how home was more of a feeling than an actual place.

There was a ding of the toaster and you were brought back to reality. You cleared your throat, lifting your wet clothes for Spencer to see. "Where may I put these?"

Spencer turned and his chocolate eyes crinkled with a small smile as he nodded to a closet to your left. "The laundry is in there. Just place it in the dryer and I'll take care of it."

You raised your brows and nodded your head, doing as he said. Then you walked up to him, your stomach growling.

"You are amazing." You looked at Spencer as he looked at you while placing dressed up toast [or leaving it plain] on the plates. "You know that right?"

Spencer smiled shyly, making your heart flip. "It doesn't hurt to hear it from time to time." He pulled out a chair for you. "I hope you like (favorite hot cocoa drink), it was all I had."

"Lucky for you it's my favorite." You took a bite of your toast and moaned, closing your eyes. "Spencer Reid you are such a wonderful man."

Spencer chuckled as he took his own seat, eating at his toast. "I had no idea it took toast and dry clothes to get you to warm up to me."

It took nearly everything in him not to stare at you at you ate. You looked good in his clothes. Too good. He was glad you were warmer though, your lips were nearly blue when he invited you in. He had always liked you as a coworker and partner. But as it turned out, he was warming up to you and the idea of exploring the feeling of excitement and nervousness he felt each time you were around.

You took your second piece of half-eaten toast and pointed it at him, speaking while you chewed. "Nuh, uh, don't play dumb with me Reid. You planned this out days ago when you asked for my toaster. Who asks people for toasters to borrow? You could very easily get your own, Mr. Ph.D."

"You're right. Who was I to think I could try anything with the best profiler on the team."

"You know it." You winked at him before finishing your food.

The two of you sat at the table and talked. You talked as you both cleaned up the kitchen, as Spencer started the dryer, as you both grabbed your warm drinks and stood in the kitchen. Then slowly, the two of you found yourselves on his couch in the living room. It was half past midnight and you couldn't remember the last time you ever felt so relaxed and at peace.

Your laughter died down as you looked at the cooling mug in your hand, your mind running wild with new things to talk about. Hotch had just messaged the both of you saying to stay home tomorrow with a snowstorm was on its way. But that didn't phase you as you both were lost in each other's conversation. Spencer would agree, seeing as how he was utterly enjoying the company.

Spencer placed his empty cup on his coffee table and turned to face you, his arm draped over the back of the couch. "Have you gone ice skating yet?"

You looked up at him, your brows pinched as you tried to remember. "No. Not this year at least. I have been far too busy getting used to this place to really scope out any good hangouts spots or attractions, let alone bookstores and coffee shops.

"Would you like to go skating with me tomorrow. Afternoonish?"

You stared at the brunette for a hand full of seconds before smiling shyly and placing your drink on the coffee table beside his. You scooted forward and reached up, moving a strand of hair that was bothering you. But you didn't back up again as you gave him your answer.

"I would love to. Though be prepared to be embarrassed. It's not a pretty sight skating next to someone with the walking abilities of a toddler."

Spencer smiled. "I'll be sure to ask for one of those walkers for you."

You snorted, letting your head drop so your forehead rested on his shoulder as the two of you snickered for a moment. But you didn't get back up. Instead, you got yourself a little more comfortable, scooting closer and moving your head to look sideways. The tow of you fell into a comfortable silence, the crackle of the fire now the only sound in the room.

"I'm glad you stole my toaster," you whispered as you felt your eyes get droopy.

Spencer readjusted himself, effectively pulling you closer to him so your head was nestled perfectly against his neck, your body leaning onto his. He grabbed the blanket he had tossed aside, bringing it over you, his slippers you were wearing peeking out from the other end. He brushed some hair from your face that quickly turned into him running the tips of his fingers in your hair from your temple to down behind your ear. You let out a content sigh and he smiled.

"Me too," he whispered as he looked down at you.

You slowly drifted off to sleep, everything about you feeling right at home. You reached over with your hand under the blanket and found his arm that was laying on your body, pulling his hand under the blanket so you could hold onto it. You couldn't think of anything better until right before you entered dreamland to the point you weren't sure if it was real or not.

Spencer placed a soft but lingering kiss on your hairline, his own eyes struggling to stay open. In no time at all, the two of you were fast asleep, dreams of ice skating while eating toast with your favorite person brought a smile to your faces.