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HIATUS NOTICE

This was due a long time ago ( sorry for the neglect ) -- but just an official hiatus notice, so that you all don’t think I just dropped my handsome genius boy!

It’s become increasingly difficult for me to keep up with two roleplay blogs. I tend to lean more toward one or another at different times, so I decided to take a break from Spencer for a while and focus on my original blog, @lcbsterboy. 

Don’t fret, I’ll be back soon! In the meantime, go give some love to my Jimmy Darling if you’d still like to interact and RP with me! <3 

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I learned to read in the oddest places. Under my bed. In the closet. I missed meals because I was lost in pages and ink.

(via bookeworm94)

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“I haven’t heard Anthony yelling that he’s hungry or Theo calling for you to play with him, so I think it’s safe to say they’re not awake yet.” she confirms with a quiet giggle. She loved her children with all her heart, but she liked having quiet moments like this with her husband. Her hands slide underneath his t-shirt to caress his skin. 

Spencer closes his eyes happily, feeling her hands slide along his bare chest. It was rare that the two parents had alone time -- with a six year old and a ten year old, their hands were usually pretty full. But now, as they lay in bed, not a stir from either child; pleasantly, and surprisingly.

He’ll roll on top of his wife with a soft smile, burying his face in her neck; pressing light kisses to her jawline. He was going to take this chance while he could -- the last time they’d gotten to fool around was too long ago to recall. ( Thirty-four days, to be exact, but who’s counting? )

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Amelia reaches over to playfully pinch Eleanor’s cheek. “We’ll sign you up for classes then, sweetie. But you have to be good and listen to Anthony when he teaches you.” She reminds the young girl with a smile. Her attention goes over to Spencer and she smiles at him. She had never imagined that she would have a life like this; she was married to her best friend, they had three wonderful children together, and they had a good life. She couldn’t imagine anything better even if she tried.

“ I promise, ” Eleanor says as her attention is quickly diverted to the plate of food in front of her, and she picks up a fork with her fist, feeding herself happily. Spencer reaches over, using a hand to tuck a piece of her long blonde hair behind her ear, making sure it doesn’t go into her food. Not that it mattered, she needed a bath anyway.

Theodore swallows a bite of chicken before sitting up slightly, raising his eyebrows as he looks toward his mother. “ Mom, is it okay if I stay over at Hank’s tonight? He told me he’d drive me to school tomorrow. ”

Spencer looks at his oldest and smirks to himself. At only 15, his son was already halfway through his senior year in college, just like himself. Of course, that came with a few obstacles; not having a driver’s license being one of them.

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everythingelle:

Elle was trying to move as quickly as she could in her frazzled state. She wasn’t sure what it was about the situation but she was being ineffective at her job. Maybe that made things worse for the brunette as she knew she wasn’t doing as much as she could as officers and agents fell back from the gunfire - like trained personnel they were. Sitting there as she slammed her ammunition back into a chamber, and attempting to refocus her aim with a gun that wasn’t in it’s full action mode, stuck with the safety on as she attempted to fire more rounds into the building.

The young woman doesn’t even realize what is occurring until her body is propelled to the side, her head making a solid thud with the pavement as she lands. Finally coming to, she slowly sits up, ears ringing due to impact, the noises around her not helping at all, in a slight blur - until another thump comes from beside her. Letting her eyes focus, her hands release the weapon in her grasp, and move to get her body to the left of the other. A hand moves to push hair over her ear as she looks over the familiar face, quickly looking to the source of the deep color. 

“Spencer, look at me, please look at me.” 

She mutters words quickly, the pitch of them showing the emotion running through her body as a hand presses against the wound, another to the radio on her side. 

“Reid is down! Someone for fucks sake help me help him, please!”

He can feel himself slipping in and out of consciousness, each of his senses concentrating on something before he finds himself slowly fading out. He could hear the gunshots ringing above his head; a muffled voice sounding over him -- Elle’s. She was okay, he’d saved her. That was all that mattered.

He could taste it. Metallic, copper-like, overwhelming on his tongue. He tries to cough it out; he can’t. He can feel pressure on the side of his neck. He opens his eyes, trying to keep them from rolling back into his head long enough to see what was happening. Elle’s hand was around his throat, her face white as a ghost as she tries desperately to slow the bleeding -- bullets continue to fly over their heads. He couldn’t feel it anymore; the pain was gone, all he could feel was the hot wetness around his neck as he reaches up with a trembling hand to grab at his wound.

Blackness begins to close in around him; his throat closing, he can’t breathe. He’s lethargic, his eyes drooping shut, but he tries to stay awake -- focusing on Elle.

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everythingelle:

Elle beams at her co-worker with bright brown eyes, chestnut locks falling in front of her face as she reunites with him after the meeting. It was clear the young male was flustered by the conversation surrounding him, as it wasn’t typical that he was the talk of the office. The young woman was truly proud of the other for finally finding someone who seemed suitable for him - even with as little information as she had. The male had standards as any one would, and finding someone who met them was difficult - especially in their field of work. 

“I don’t know Spence, you’re pot calling kettle there, sweets.”

Her words are teasing, but clearly meaning of no sincere harm with them as she walks side by side with him before reaching the common area of the office. The warm smile returns to her face, and genuine interest is shown as she pushes hair over her shoulder.  

“Abigail, huh? Reid, that’s actually so awesome. What’s she like? I’m assuming this was one of those conventions where you dress up, right? What was she dressed as?” 

He slips his hands into his pockets, a nervous habit, as he walks quietly. He assumed more questions would follow from his fellow agent, her curiosity getting the better of her -- just like it always did. He wasn’t particularly fond of talking to any of his team members about his love interests, not that he had very many; but it always seemed to jinx his luck. Although Reid knew better, there was no such thing -- women just didn’t come easy to him.

He didn’t see the harm in giving Elle a bit of a backstory, though he knew it would undoubtedly spread throughout the office, and he’d never hear the end of it anyway. It was too late at this point. “ S-she was dressed as Rayna Kapec from Star Trek, Flint’s android from the episode ‘Requiem for Methuselah’ in season three. She’s beautiful and highly intelligent. She was essentially a robotic attempt of the creation of a perfect woman, ” he explains, words rattling off his tongue. Maybe if he talked on long enough about the character she cosplayed, Elle would get bored enough and disregard any other curiosity she had. “ I-In the episode, Rayna falls in love with both Captain Kirk and Flint, causing her emotions to overpower her and shut down all functions when she has to choose between the two, basically killing her. It’s actually a really emotional episode. Well, actually, a lot of episodes of Star Trek are particularly moving -- ”

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everythingelle:

She would be lying if she said she wasn’t greatly let down. She’d spent a lot of money on the preparations for the trip, and she was sure there wasn’t any easy way to get the money back. It was going to be the first time she’d seen her parents since Christmas, when the family decided they were going to initially take the trip in the first place. 

Standing up straighter, she shrugs softly before pressing on the fabric of her dress to adjust it to lay correctly. “Things happen. I understand. You know, us of all people understand when other people need a hand.” Elle offers the words to console the male’s clear concern, yet she can’t help but feel as though they do neither him nor herself any good. “Not that I know of. I’m not about to make Garcia drop that trip for this one, Reid.” She offers a giggle, only for a playful eyeroll to result from his words. “Yes, that’s definitely a plan I would fall through with, Einstein.” She teases, moving to get coffee on the opposite side of the room. 

He’ll stand from his chair, tucking a stubborn strand of hair behind his ear as he watches her move to the break area. Her words were assuring, but her tone certainly wasn’t. To plan a trip for so long and have it cancelled with barely a warning was certainly something to be upset about -- there was no reason to hide it, but Spencer knew that Elle wasn’t one to complain about much. He chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment, following in her steps after grabbing the empty coffee mug from beside his keyboard.

Reid couldn’t even remember the last time he went on a vacation. Well, technically he could, but that was beside the point. He didn’t have anything to do for two weeks. The office would be closed; or, at least empty, as most of the team members were away anyway. Sure, he’d miss a chess tournament or two, but that was hardly a sacrifice. Elle was genuinely disappointed -- the least he could do was offer his company.

Approaching her with his mug, he clears his throat, patiently waiting for his turn to pour himself a hot cup of coffee. “ You know, if you’re looking for someone to go with, I don’t mind going, ” he shrugs, wetting his lips. “ I don’t have anything to do. And I wouldn’t want you to waste a trip like that. I-I mean I’m sure I’m not your first choice, or even second -- Statistically speaking I’d most likely be your fifth choice if we’re only considering people in the BAU, but -- ” He cuts himself off. He was rambling. “ I-I just wouldn’t want you to have to cancel. ”

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Amelia starts to eat as she listens to Anthony; she loved listening to all of her children talk about the things that made them happy. Whether it was Theo going on about an upcoming chess tournament or baseball game, Anthony demonstrating his newest routine, or Eleanor talking about what happened at preschool, complete with wild hand gestures and excitement in her voice, Amelia loved it all.

“Yeah. They’re doing great.” Anthony replies with a smile. “And I really like getting to teach them.” The teenager glances at his sister. “You know, Nora, you can sign up for classes this summer since you’re old enough now.”

“ I can? ” The young girl looks up at her older brother, then to her mother with a toothless smile. “ Mama, I wanna take classes with Anthony! I wanna be a dancer, too! ”

Spencer smiles at his only daughter’s excitement and enthusiasm. She was always so positive -- his ray of sunshine. All three of his children were that way. There was rarely negativity. And due to them all being so far apart in age, fights and arguments were rare. They looked out for each other. Spencer never had that, growing up as an only child. It was always just him and his mother -- who, as we all know, was very sick.

Theodore sits with an amused smirk on his face, pushing around his mac & cheese for a moment before scooping up a forkful. “ What do you think about me, Ant? Think I can dance? ” A sarcastic chuckle sounds from him, and Anthony raises his eyebrows playfully.

“ Yeah. Stick to the books, Theo. ”

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As much as she liked when he would show his intellect, she was thankful that he realized that now was not the best time. Not only was she frustrated from their flirtatious and suggestive texts, they also didn’t have much time. She wanted him so badly and she didn’t know if she could take it much longer. “I’ve always learned things better by demonstrations.” She teases as her arms wrap around his neck. 

Pink lips move against his own with such ease that could only be acquired from countless kisses between the two.

He continues to kiss her, slowly at first, but quickly rising in pace and passion as he moves a hand down to free himself from the restriction of his trousers. It seemed like he’d been hard for hours; who knows, maybe he had been. But none of it mattered now as the taste of her mouth sent shivers down his spine, anticipation plentiful as he moves between her legs again and positions himself at her entrance, only stopping to tease himself before slowly pushing into her against the counter; a soft groan emitting from parted pink lips. Oh, he’d been waiting for this all day. And the fact that it was happening on Rossi’s bathroom counter was not only completely out of character for our genius, but incredibly invigorating. A part of him hoped someone would walk by and hear the quiet commotion; specifically Morgan, sort of a taunt that says, ‘you’re not the only one getting laid around here, ‘chocolate thunder.’’

A gasp sounds from Spencer as he wraps an arm around her back, pulling her closer to his shirtless torso as he rocks into her, careful not to be too rough; although his drive was powerful.

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everythingelle:

It was the complete opposite of how this week was supposed to happen. She was to get on a plane with her things in tow, her badge and pistol left in the safe in her apartment, and she would get the break she had been needing. Yet instead, she was going to be either alone, or canceling a trip she couldn’t get her money back for. With head hung low, Elle stood, grabbing her coffee mug to refill it, keeping her mind distracted. Her actions were halted by the other brunette speaking up. She turned and smiled meekly. “My parents ditched on me last minute. I’m probably going to cancel my trip.” She explains softly. The disappointment was way too clear, considering she’d been banking on the trip to ease the stress she’d been under for the past few weeks.

Reid can feel a pouted expression cross his face. The sadness in her tone was obvious, and even if she’d done a decent job of hiding it, he didn’t need to hear her voice to sense her disappointment. She’d been raving about her trip for weeks -- he could imagine how devastating it must be to have to cancel.

“ Oh no, ” he expresses sadly, sitting up a bit further at his desk. “ Elle, I’m so sorry. I know how excited you were. ” He thinks for a moment with a small sigh, hazel eyes trailing down to the keyboard in front of him. “ Isn’t there anyone you can go with? Maybe Garcia could postpone her tech convention. ” He shoots her a small smirk, nodding his head in the direction of the offices on the upper level. “ If not, you can always ask Hotch, ” he jokes.

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byersxbrother:

@prettyboygcnius || continued | x. |

     The law, the cops, the authorities. There was just something about them Jonathan had never really liked, never trusted. Maybe because they’d always seen his dad’s side of things, and stuck his family in the bad part of it all. Such an asshole as he was, Jonathan’s dad always seemed to have friends from somewhere, meeting them at bars while drunk or some other stupid waste of time and money. 

     The fact that these guys had been brought in, FBI agents, didn’t help the matter at all. They didn’t need officials. Jon would find his brother. He would bring him home. 

     There’s an uncomfortable shift as the agent goes on about ‘understanding’. What does he know? But there’s also something genuine about it, and about him. Something different from all the others he’s met that’s a little more welcoming. Shoulders lean forwards, elbow resting on the edge of his knee. The nail of his thumb goes immediately to his teeth to be chewed on as Jonathan contemplates the real answer. Eyes study the man for a long moment, trying to read past his features. Its pointless now to try and lie again, after being caught so easily shifting it before. Even if it was something simple. 

     “His bike is gone. His backpack is gone.” Both things he would’ve had with him. A long hesitation and then a heavy sigh. “The rifle is gone, from the shed. And a clip’s worth of ammo.”

The young doctor can sense the hesitation in the young man sitting before him. Although, it wasn’t uncommon for boys his age to lie to authorities; it was a natural reflex, an attempt at protecting what was already long gone. Even if there was nothing to hide, nothing particularly suspicious, they would lie their way out -- something that teenagers are wired to do when they’re frightened or in an unfamiliar environment. Jonathan was confused, worried -- his little brother was missing, and his mind wasn’t working right. Reid understood that.

It was best to pull him aside and speak to him alone. He seemed timid; soft spoken, jumpy, socially-stunted. Not unlike himself, which was why he assigned himself to Jon’s questioning. There can be a tantamount of pressure when surrounded by various FBI agents, all with stoic expressions and interpersonal questions -- Spencer figured he’d get better answers from the older brother if the two shared a seat on the couch, isolated from the rest of the confusion.

“ Okay, ” Reid nods his head, light brows knitted in concentration. “ Does Will know how to operate the rifle? I-is that something he would take with him if he were being chased? ” With the information they had now, it seemed as though Will had taken off himself. Being that the bike and backpack were missing, and not just the child, it started to sound less and less like a typical kidnapping.

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Hands slide along his shirt-clad chest as she just enjoys his lazy kisses to her skin. “Very well. I had you cuddling me all night.” She hated the nights when he was away for work; she would get so lonely after putting the kids to bed and she sometimes wouldn’t get any sleep at all because of the occasional nightmare. But when he came home, she always felt at peace again. “I missed you.” She breathes out.

“ I missed you too, ” he whispers, a sigh escaping him as he feels her hands softly trailing along his torso. “ I’m glad to be home. ” His voice is quiet, nearing just a soft breath as he brings his lips to her ear, kissing it lightly. He pulls her closer, moving against the front of her; his hands sliding down to rest on her hips and he gives them a soft squeeze, a quiet hum of satisfaction vibrating in his chest. He licks his lips, another whisper warming her ear.

“ You know, it’s pretty likely that the boys are still asleep... ”

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I have red hair now which means that after 7 years I can finally be Moira O’Hara for Halloween

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@deocrumtorquent // Continued from x

“ Good morning, ” Spencer says quietly in response as a sleepy smile crosses his lips, and he pulls his wife closer to the front of his body as he lay on his side. He continues to trail his kisses along the curve of her neck, lanky arms wrapping around and keeping her close. He loved mornings like this -- no phone calls, no reports due, no luggage packing. Just him and his beautiful lady, waking up together. “ Sleep well? ”

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The hardest part is through. ❜

The Lumineers Starters (muns’ favorite band!)

He takes his attention away from his book, eyes monotonously scanning each page like a machine. At this point, he was barely even reading; just looking at jumbled strings of letters without any brain process. Hazel eyes meet blue ones, a quirked smile setting itself onto chiseled cheeks. She always knew when something was bothering him. Well, they all did, really – but JJ in particular was good at reading Spencer’s thoughts.

“ I know, ” he says quietly with a sigh. It had been a grueling case. Certain ones hit them all differently; and it wasn’t particularly rare for Reid to be effected. He had a lot of feelings, regardless of his more-than-often robotic responses to most problems. “ I just – sometimes looking back and wondering what you could have done is even harder. ”

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❛ It’s just a little white lie. ❜

The Lumineers Starters (muns’ favorite band!)

“ I-I know it seems like something as insignificant as that wouldn’t matter, but it does, Jon, ” The concerned agent says urgently, ducking his head down in order to keep the conversation with the young man quiet and private. “ Look, I-I know what it’s like. I know what it feels like when your dad leaves you. Like – like he never even cared in the first place. I know how it feels when your mother seems like she’s losing her mind, and you’re left with the crippling responsibility of caring for her. I know – I know all that pressure, Jon, and – ”

He shakes his head, brows knitted slightly as he looks toward the other agents. He returns his gaze to the young man and swallows hard. “ I promise, I swear to you that we will find your brother and bring him home. But you have to tell me the truth. ”

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Riley followed Reid like a lost puppy, desperate for a single word and yet the further she followed him the more pathetic she felt. She wanted to reach out to him, to grab his arm and force him to face her, but his icy demeanor convinced her to keep her hands to herself.  

He refused to answer her about what was bothering him, even keeping his gaze away from her. She simply couldn’t understand what had made him so angry. He wouldn’t even look at her. Still, Riley followed him to his door, his hands trembling as he fumbled with the lock. It was so clear that he was angry with her, but what had she done? Her mind raced through the last time she saw him and when she left, everything had been just fine. He’s left with a smile, a real one, and now he stood before her as hard as stone.

When his eyes finally met hers all of the warmth she had seen before in their honey depths had gone and he stared at her with cold indifference. A chill ran down her spine at his gaze and as he spoke her, the sorrow she felt flared into frustration. “And to think I ended my relationship for you!” She cried, tears streaking her face now, hands clenched so tightly into fists her nails bit into her flesh.

Immediately she regretted her outburst, but not enough to apologize. She had happily left Todd, who had done little but bring her misery and paranoia for months, in order to fall into the safe place she felt with Reid. But there was no safe place here. There was no warmth in him. There was only the cold darkness of night as Riley turned on her heel to retreat from him.

Wait, what? Had he heard her right? It was almost as if the moment those words escaped her pouted lips, time had skipped over -- he’d gone from pure anger to sudden confusion without a second in between to gather his thoughts, and now she was turning on her heel, walking away in tears. And a rare sight -- Reid, standing there at the door to his apartment building, wordless.

She’d been talking to that man, her boyfriend, presumably; Spencer’s first indication of that being the awkward ‘hello’ kiss before the two sat calmly in the restaurant that he’d seen them in. Sure, he’d been her boyfriend, that part was true -- but what Reid hadn’t taken under consideration was the topic being discussed, and maybe it wasn’t so romantic after all. He’d made an assumption, perhaps a stupid one, a wrongly calculated probability. His hands and feet grow cold, numb, as he watches her leave; hot tears streaming down her face, an expression laced with pain and anger -- and all he could do was watch in horror. He couldn’t bring a single word from his dry lips, not a single attempt in reaching out to put an end to the pain he’d caused her. The moment happened all too fast.

Soon he was alone, standing before the door; brown curls blowing softly in the cool night breeze as he continues to stare off in the direction she’d retreated in. His brows were knitted, honey-colored eyes still wide as her words replayed in his head. He cringes at the faint memory of her voice -- crackling with emotion and pain. He should have said something. He should have fixed it, right then and there. Now she’d hate him forever. How could he be so stupid.

With a stiff and slow turn, he enters his apartment, numbly shutting the door behind him.