fluffy character x reader drabbles to read when you're sad

[Spencer Reid x Reader] in which pretty boy genius tries to make you smile

Yeah, I'm still in my Criminal Minds phase. What about it?

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The one of the worst things about working a job like yours was the toll it frequently took on your mental health. Everyone in the BAU, including you, had their own ways of compartmentalizing, of shutting out and dealing with the bad stuff. But sometimes your means of "dealing with it" didn't quite work out how you wanted, didn't quite leave you ready to continue on and work the next case that came across the roundtable.

Instead, it left you angry, irritable, mad at the world and humanity.

It left you with lots of how the hell's and what the fuck's.

It left you glaring at no one and nothing in particular on the jet rides home. You were unable to get the events of the past week off your mind, and so it had all culminated into an intense Resting Bitch Face.

Which also left you with a confused Spencer Reid.

And when Spencer Reid felt any kind of confused or uncomfortable, he usually tried to fix it with what he was best at. Rambling. Talking at you with the first thing that came to his mind.

"Hey," You heard Spencer call your name from the seat across from yours before you felt his foot shift to just barely tap your own.

Your harsh gazed turned on him, your frown set firm on your face and your brows pulled down, creating deep lines between them.

"Do you know what the, um, least interesting chemical element is?"

You squinted at him, not bothering to respond.

"It's, um... it's Bohrium." You noticed Spencer's lips twitch as his eyes went wide, waiting for you to react. His patented "awkward white boy" smile was out in full force.

Your expression immediately softened, "What are you doing?"

"Do you know what protons and life coaches have in common?"

Raising a brow, you tilted your head to the side and waited for his answer.

"They're, uh, really good at being positive." He said, and you could tell he was trying his best to keep an actual smile from growing on his face.

"Did you just look up bad science puns on Google so that you could bother me with them?" You asked. You weren't exactly irritated with him, but you definitely didn't understand why he was making any sort of effort right now.

There was no way he was going to get a laugh out of you, even a pity laugh, not in your current state, and not while your mood was so low.

Once again, instead of responding to you, Spencer kept going, "Um, actually, do you know why there are so many bad science jokes?"

Your eyes narrowed, "Because all the good ones argon." You answered, straight-faced and monotoned.

Spencer was silent for a moment as he stared at you. He clearly hadn't expected you to answer, yet you knew that was not the last joke he had stored up in that gigantic brain of his. He'd probably perused a couple pages online off his phone, easily memorizing every last joke, storing them all up just so he could throw them at you when ever he pleased like the fucking adorable nerd that he was.

Swallowing, Spencer's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, capturing your line of sight for a brief moment before he pulled his "awkward white boy" smile back under control.

But then he met your eyes again, forcing you to hold his gaze.

"If I was a nucleotide in an RNA strand I think I would want to be adenine." He paused, "Because then I could be paired with U."

You felt your eyes widen slightly and your back straighten in your seat.

Good lord, Spencer, You thought to yourself. But no, you wouldn't -couldn't- let even the dumb flirty ones get to you. He was doing this on purpose, and you weren't gonna let him win.

"Um, and even if the Earth didn't have a gravitational pull, I still would fall for you."

You felt your lips twitch. Damn it.

"Do you know why I'm not sitting next to you right now?" He asked, his tone more serious. His question seemingly came from the complete opposite direction of where he had been going, but you knew not to trust it.

"Why?" You asked slowly, preparing yourself for whatever dumb thing he had to say next.

"Well, if I was, I would be going through anaerobic respiration. Because every time I'm next to you, you take my breath away."

Letting out a long sigh, you let your head drop into your hand. But, you couldn't stop it this time. A smile stretched wide across your face as a few breathy chuckles escaped your lips, "Shut up."

You were glad everyone else was either asleep or had their headphones in because you knew for a fact that if they had witnessed this exchange, they would never have let you live down laughing over such a dumb joke. You knew Spencer was never going to let you live it down.

After gaining control over your demeanor, you raised your gaze once more to find Spencer smiling brightly, smugly, as he tried to catch your eyes.

"I hate you." You joked.

"No, you don't." He said, no wavering voice or questioning tone, just a statement of fact.

You bit down on your lips to try and contain the smile that was attempting to form once again because damn him.

He was right. You definitely didn't.

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