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NERD PHD SPENCER DATING NERD MD READER this is giving my feelings in my chest that i’ve never felt before oh my god DOCTOR PRETTY GIRL

spencer reid you CAN be my donut dealer btw i love u

arya and i have a very beautiful relationship in which i get to tell her my every doctor!reader thought because i know eventually one will work in her gorgeous brain AND IM SO GLAD THIS ONE DID 😭😭😭😭

plush, interrupted | s.r.

A/N: everyone say thank you margot for providing me with the doctor!reader idea to get me out of my writer’s block (this felt very rusty to write still so pls take with a grain of salt)

summary: in which dr. reid attempts to find the perfect birthday gift for you

cw: doctor!reader, fluff, mild suggestive content if you squint but not really honestly

wc: 1.9k

It’s a balancing act to juggle the gift bag, bouquet of flowers, and the box of your favorite donuts as he bends precariously to press the doorbell. The real act is controlling the beads of sweat forming on his brow bone—he’s real nervous about tonight going well, hinging on proving the voices in his head wrong that you won’t hate your gift.

The door swings open, he smells you before he sees you, wafts of gourmand calming his nerves immediately. “Hi baby, happy birthday.”

You melt visibly, “Spence, what is all of this?”

“For you, obviously.” he steps in, handing you the box of donuts and flowers so he can remove his shoes, “I got your favorites.”

After placing his shoes on the rack he meets your face again to see you mid bite, already devouring a chocolate sprinkled donut. An easy grin splits his face wide open in pure adoration for how content you look with a stray sprinkle on your lip.

“Sorry, I’ve been craving these for literally ever. The hospital admin said it was too far to get it catered for the break room, and ugh I’m sure you could hear my heart shattering.” you pout.

Spencer reaches a thumb to your face and swipes the stray sprinkle, letting it land between your lips as you gently part around it. “Good thing I can be your donut dealer then.”

You giggle, “Donut dealer! And how would I pay you adequately for your services?”

“I can think of a few ways.” he curls a hand around your waist, sinking and imprinting down to tug you closer to him.

“Sounds like a threat,” you breathlessly laugh.

His head dips down to press a kiss behind your ear, a spot he’s discovered to be a tender one, where he relishes in the shivers and preening he can induce from a simple touch. “It’s more of a promise.”

He hasn’t dropped the L-word yet, surprisingly, since you make it so easy to want to say it every waking moment he spends with you. It’s only been a few months since you started dating and Spencer really believes he would have said it on the second date if he had no filter.

You walk towards the kitchen in search of a vase for the beautiful flowers he’d brought, “I’m really happy you’re here, I was so sure a serial killer would have whisked you away this week and I was fully prepared to spend the day all by my lonesome.”

Spencer follows you, “Couldn’t have that now, could we? I think I’m more surprised you got the week off.”

“It was all Arlene,” you chuckle, “she insisted I switch shifts with her to quote ‘Spend my birthday doing hot illegal things with my hot federal boyfriend.’ end quote.”

“Hot illegal things?” Spencer grins, leaning against the kitchen island with a brow raised. “Like what?”

Your eyes flit to the abandoned gift bag from your colleague in the corner. “You can’t laugh.”

The amusement overfills his eyes, “I won’t, I promise.”

You continue trimming the flower stems in a poor attempt to avoid confrontation with him. “She got me a slave Leia costume.”

A loud laugh rumbles from his chest, “Like from the movie?”

“Yes, like from Return of the Jedi. Don’t laugh.” you fail to hide your smile as you point your scissors threateningly at him.

Spencer rounds the kitchen island to stand next to you, hands coming to your shoulders to smooth down the figure of your body. He chuckles, “I’m more of a Star Trek person personally, but I’m sure we can make it work.” he leans down to press another kiss to the base of your neck, reaching for your hands holding the scissors, “Will you let me do this? Don’t want you doing anything today.”

“It’s okay Spence, I’m almost done.” you say softly, plucking a petal off.

His hands encompass yours, “I bought them for you so you could enjoy how almost as pretty as you they are, let me do it.”

“Aw, you think I’m pretty?” you bat your lashes.

“Always.”

You resign with flutters in your stomach, “Fine, does this mean I can look at what’s inside that bag you brought?”

He freezes, ironically, because being around you makes him feel like he’s braving the surface of the sun. The glow, the light, the warmth of it all encompassing his entire being, all just by you existing. Entirely the point in why he freezes, because you questioning about the contents of the bag means he has to come to terms that this is the pivotal moment in which you decide if this is all worth it.

Okay, he’s being very dramatic.

Truth be told, he had thought long and hard about what to get you. This wasn’t a simple holiday like an anniversary or Christmas, this was your birthday. A day where you deserved to feel special. You deserve to feel special everyday of your life, and Spencer makes sure of it as best as he can to make you feel that way. But finding the perfect gift for someone who deserved the world was a feat in itself.

Spencer isn’t exactly private about you to the rest of the team, but he definitely likes to keep you close to his heart. They knew about you for sure, after the first week of meeting you Spencer couldn’t hide his sudden change in mood and optimism for life. You were new, exciting, lovely to have around, and god forbid he wants to hold you secret for his eyes only.

He figured he had to outsource somewhere to get some help, and it was slightly helpful he recalls.

A few days ago…

Derek saunters into the bullpen and grins, “Pretty boy, I hear it’s Dr. Pretty Girl’s birthday soon.”

Spencer looks at him puzzled, “How do you know that?”

“Little birdie told me.”

Garcia, he deduces. Morgan continues, “You decide what to get her?”

“Not yet—well, I have something in mind. I'm just not sure if she’ll like it.”

JJ chimes in, “Ooh, is it heart shaped jewelry? Girls hate that.”

“I got my last girl a heart pendant necklace, said she loved it.” Morgan counters.

“And that’s why she was your last,” Emily snickers, earning a playful shove from him. “How long have you guys been dating now? Few months now, right?”

“2 months, 14 days, 21 hours.”

She rolls her eyes, trust Spencer to have the answer down to the minute. “Ah, so you can’t get her anything too big.”

Spencer furrows his brows, “Why not?”

Emily and JJ share a look, “If you get something too big then you set her expectations too high, if you get something too small then you make her think she’s not important to you.”

“But she is really important to me.”

Morgan reaches over from his perched position on Spencer’s desk to ruffle his hair and chuckle, “So then think, lover boy.”

He’d scour store after store for weeks looking for something that he thinks you’d like. He passed on necklaces and rings knowing you weren’t allowed to wear it during your shifts. You had enough stationary to last you the rest of your life, enough candles to light every inch of your apartment.

Then, as he’s scrolling on his phone through the New York Times Games—he’d got the notification you completed the crossword and went to go complete it himself.

A very, very, targeted ad that is so on point it might as well have a big red dot smack in the middle, pops up before he can click start puzzle.

It’s so silly, ridiculous, there’s no way you would think it’s a good gift. You had class, elegance. But it seems just whimsical enough to where you might actually like it.

You say his name softly again, waving a hand in front of his face to gain his attention. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he snips the last flower stem and finally arranges the bouquet in the vase, “You can open it, but if you hate it please don’t tell me. Or tell me because I kept the receipt in case you didn’t, and then I can return it and find a better gift for you. Or if you do like it that’s great, but I’m really nervous you won’t and I’m actually making myself more nervous because I think you’re going to pretend to like it so my feelings don’t get hurt. You don’t have to spare my feelings, I promise, I can take it. And—“

“Spencer,” you say sternly.

The death grip on the emotional support flower stems tightens, “Yeah?”

“I’m going to love it regardless, because it came from you. You didn’t even have to get me anything, I told you.”

“If I could give you everything, I would. I’m still figuring out how to bring the moon down for you.” he says with pure intent.

You peck his cheek, “How romantic.”

You place the bag on the island and start delicately pulling out the paper stuffing, revealing an oblong shaped item wrapped in tissue paper. You unwrap it completely and audibly giggle through bubbling happy tears as you stare down at the contents.

In the middle of the tissue paper lies a plushie, complete with the vessels and chambers to make an anatomical heart, adorned with two little beady eyes, sets of arms and legs, and a smile almost as endearing as Spencer’s.

“Oh my god. I love him, are you joking?” you squeal.

Spencer’s heart loosens its chain, “Really?”

“Yes!” you pick up the plush and hold it close to your chest, relieved and overwhelmed to find his cologne sprayed on it flooding your senses. “Oh my god, he’s so freakin’ cute I can’t.”

“JJ was so sure you’d think it was stupid.” he mumbles.

“Are you kidding me? This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

He can’t hide his surprise, “The best gift?”

“Yes, the best gift ever.” you hug the plush tighter, “I’ve never gotten something like this before and I can’t believe it’s taken this long for it to happen. He’s going straight to my desk, I hope you know that.”

The relief is visible on his face, complimented by the rosy blush of his cheeks at how enamored you look by your new friend. His hands circle your waist, “I’m glad you like it, pretty girl. Happy birthday.”

You turn to kiss him soundly on the lips, “Thank you, I really really love this, like, so much. More than the donuts.”

“I think that’s the best compliment you could’ve ever given me.” he mutters into your neck.

“This is my son now. His name is Artie.”, you proudly say, “Expect many pictures of us on the job and our day to day lives.”

He furrows his brows in amusement, “Artie…like arteries?”

“Maybe.” you say under your breath.

He opens his mouth to say it, the L-word, like it’s second nature and absolutely needed with how you’ve endeared him yet again by simply existing and being you. He wants to say it so bad, but he knows the moment in which he professes his love for you needs to be a special one. You deserve that much at least, not because you giving an anatomical heart plushie a cute name has made him realize why love incites wars and acts of passion and grandeur for a very good reason.

Spencer will however, remember this moment as the one where he realizes he is irrevocably, indisputably, entirely captivated and deeply, deeply, in love with you.

#fic recs <3 #🍴

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