summary: spencer has been stressed lately, so y/n sees if a corny dad joke can somehow cheer him up
word count: 580 reading time aprox: 2 mins
a/n: did i write an entire imagine just so i can make a dad joke? yes, yes i did
Spencer dragged his hand over his face, massaging his temples in circular motions. A hefty sigh left his lips as he leaned his head back to stretch out the tendons. His eyes became a dull gray and the scruff that decorated his chin was unkempt and itchy. The purple bags under his eyes were more prominent than usual and his hair looked like a bird could lay its eggs on it.
Although I don’t blame the man since we’ve been working on cracking a kidnapping with no leads for 2 weeks now. Frustration and impatience had traveled through the office, even reaching Garcia’s den of serotonin. Despite the utter cesspool of negativity that had spread like the plague, I had my own beacon of reserved hope that I kept for myself.
We sat idly across each other, going over the case files in a tense silence. I noticed that every time a cog in Spencer’s head would halt, a self reproaching grimace would make its way to his lips.
I hate seeing him like this.
“Hey Spence?” I asked apprehensively.
He grumbled in response, not looking up from his tasks.
“Everything fine?” I questioned.
Another distant nod and hum escaped from his mouth, too engrossed in the implications of his studies rather than my attempt at small talk.
“Do you…do you wanna take a bre-”
“No–no Y/N, I don’t need a break” He cut me off mid-phrase, an underlying tinge of frustration evident in his enunciation.
“Um–oh–how about we get some coffe-”
“I said, I’m fine Y/N, PLEASE–” He began to raise his voice, but ultimately stopped himself before his anger elevated. “I’m….sorry, just, I need to finish this” He huffed out, isolating himself once again in his own mind space.
I internally cringed at his outburst, feeling guilt and shame rile me up. Rouge painted my cheeks as I stared at my twiddling thumbs.
After a few minutes of deliberation, I thought of my last attempt to cheer him up.
“Hey…Spence?” I meekly whispered, meeting his distressed eyes. He raised his eyebrows at me, setting his paperwork down, signaling for me to continue. “What do you call a man with a rubber toe?” I began, suppressing the oncoming smile on my face.
“What?” He questioned, flabbergasted at my random mention.
“Well…what do you call a man with a rubber toe?” I repeated.
He leaned back on his chair, giving it a second, but ultimately failed to find a fitting answer. “I don’t know. What?”
The corners of his lips began to turn upward, resisting against the frown that was once present a second ago. He shook his head in amusement, letting a fresh smile engulf his lips, as his entire demeanor lightened up. My face reciprocated his, proud that I was able to accomplish what I intended to do.
“God Y/N” He covered his face with his hands, processing the dad joke that was casually brought up. He scrunched up his nose, cringing at the recollection as an infectious chuckle filled the air.
“Hey! I got you to laugh” I pointed out, joining in on the wholesome moment.
“Yeah…yeah you did!” He grinned, gleaming at me with bright eyes. After things had calmed down, he let his shoulders rest at his sides, taking a long exhale before composing himself once again. “Thank you Y/N…I really needed that” He praised.
“Anytime Spence” I smiled back.
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