Emily: How do you keep your pants up when
you're running? It's incredible.
*silence*
Derek: Belt.
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ur definitely not wrong 😭
all these criminal minds yet the most criminally out of their minds were the writers.
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THIS IS SO CUTE AHH
tired eyes - spencer reid x reader
request: "Hi! I was wondering if you could pretty please make me a spencer reid x reader using the phrase "when was the last time you slept?" and if you can, in a college/university AU??? if not that's fine, you can just make it in the regular cm universe :) tysmmmmmm" - anon
pairing: spencer reid x reader
genre: fluff
prompt(s): #26: “When was the last time you slept?” from this list
warnings: none i think! just fluff!
A/N: hi i haven't written fics in forever so i'm a bit rusty! please bear with me! the more reqs i get, the better I'll become! pls send an ask, comment, or dm to be added to the permanent tag list!!
The only sounds in the room were the quick turning of pages and the occasional sound of discarding a book upon a hard surface. A desk lamp was the only light in an otherwise completely dark room, illuminating the wooden desk and the pages sprawled across it. Spencer sat, hunched over, his eyes scanning page after page, taking in every bit of information he could- which was a lot. Genius was a bit of an understatement. Sure, a 187 I.Q. was impressive, but combine that with an eidetic memory and the ability to read 20,000 words per minute, and you've got someone extraordinary on your hands- and he was.
The light from the desk lamp, as mentioned earlier, cast shadows upon his already slender face and further enhanced the dark circles underneath his eyes. His hair fell disheveled, signifying stress and chaos. As if the dozens of books strewn across the cluttered desk didn't portray that enough. It wasn't until a loud, frustrated groan that I woke up.
I grabbed my phone to check the time, the brightness being far too bright for my eyes at that moment—4:37 a.m. the clock read. When I glanced over to the desk, I noticed Spencer, still reading away as he had been for God knows how long. "How long has he been up?" I thought to myself.
He hardly noticed the shuffling of my feet across the floor as I made my way to him, "Spence?" I asked softly.
A tired, "Hm?', was all Spencer was able to muster as he slowly looked up toward me, his under eyes dark and sunken.
"Spence- when was the last time you slept? It is currently four-thirty in the morning; what are you still doing up, love?"
"It has been about 36 hours and 14 minutes since I last went to bed," Spencer sighed, "I've been busy studying," his voice slow with the sound of pure exhaustion dripping from every word.
"Spence-" I started. But before I could finish, he stopped me.
"I have to study and make sure I know everything I need to know for my finals; I cannot risk failing." His tone was sharp and stressed.
"Spencer," I said firmly, "Look at me." He dropped his head for a moment before setting the book aside and turning toward me. "Please, you need to get at least a little bit of sleep. Your first final isn't until Monday, and it is currently Saturday. I can't stand seeing you so stressed; you're going to make yourself sick working like this. Please, come lie down."
Spencer stayed quiet, his eyes still trained on my face, seemingly studying all of it. "Spence," I said as I moved behind him, draping my arms over his shoulders and leaning down to place my head on his shoulder so that I could whisper to him, "You are going to do great on this final. You are quite literally the most intelligent person I have ever had the pleasure of not only meeting but falling in love with; the final is going to be a breeze." I cemented my words with a loving kiss on his cheek.
A tired smile spread across his face as his eyes started to droop, "Thank you, (Y/N)." Spencer slowly stood and stretched before turning toward me. He'd been sitting so long I'd almost forgotten how tall he was. Spencer leaned down, cupping my face in his hands, and placed a kiss upon my head and nose before finally giving me a tired yet loving kiss upon my lips.
"I love you," he whispered before silently taking my hand, leading me to the bed, plopping down, and pulling me on top of him. Wrapping his arms tightly around me, he gave me one last kiss upon my head before he was sound asleep. Looking back, I don't recall ever seeing him fall asleep that quickly. The sound of his heartbeat and the rhythm of his breathing lulled me back to sleep before I even realized I was still tired.
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