#spenreid

[roseguidedarc]

@spenried​ ASKED,  𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒚? (𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒔)

        𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓?   feet halt at the sealed down,  hand aggressively pushing the button that flashes red && makes the annoying ‘beeep!’ noise after every press---fragments of words are heard with every press:   ❝ please- . . .scan- . . . please- . . .not high enough clearance- . . . assistance.  ❞    only after the last push do the words come out in a single string to form a sentence.     ❝  please scan ID card,  not high enough clearance.  seek assistance. ❞    it’s then, as it spoke, five turned ‘round on the heels of his shoes with hands placed on hips.   one removes itself to pinch the bridge of nose, the other mans words hitting wars && only   𝓪𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰   to the mounting irritation bubbling in his blood !    ❝  if it wasn’t necessary then i wouldn’t be doing it.  are you sure you’re suppose to be a genius or something?   because that was an obvious question. ❞    he can’t help the snappy responses.   five had always been quick to anger, quick to make snap judgement usually followed by or accompanied by some form of back handed or outright.  𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖚𝖑𝖙.     ;      he’s a fifty-eight year old man stuck in his thirteen year old body, that’s bad enough.  now he gets questioned with everything he does,  he gets treated like a kid, he has people talk down to him because they think he’s some stupid teenager.   god, this is totally  𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 !       [   he can’t focus on that now.  gotta find the file, gotta find the information.  ]      ❝  this is gonna feel not fun.  you might throw up,  but try not  to think about it. ❞   hargreeves gives no warning as hand takes spencer’s arm && in the blink of an eye five teleports them from outside locked room to inside.   letting go, five immediately begins looking through filing cabinets. 

[deputystakes-moved]

‘ don’t worry.   i won’t let you out of my sight. ’    /    @spenried .

[roseguidedarc]

@spenried​ ASKED,  ❛ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆. ❜ (𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒐𝒓)

            𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀  smile appear against her lips.   riley realizes suddenly how much she’d isolated herself,  how much she’s shut herself off from people because of loud they can be without even saying anything.    their passed loved ones reach out to her,  they nag her, they beg her . . . but riley can hardly bring herself to use the “gift” granted to her since she was a child.    she doesn’t see it as a gift, never has⸺it’s always been a thorn in her side, a   𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊    more than anything else !      (   if she told spencer about her ability would he think her insane? would he laugh at her like others have in the past?  she wants to mention,  but decides not to ruin the moment.  )     ;      hands hold onto the coffee that warm naked hands against bitter cold,  eyes glance down as the smile on lips widened the longer his words echo inside her brain.   head nods a little as if   𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶   herself of something:    ❝  that means a lot to me.  ❞   a breath is taken in, pushed out in a puff of smoke.    ❝  it’s been a long time since . . . since someone said something like to me.  i hadn’t realized how much i needed to hear it until now.  ❞    eyes rise to glance over && look him in the eye⸺within gaze you could see appreciation,  you can see comfort.   standing,  riley glances toward the other as hand scratches the back of her neck while saying,   ❝  i’ve, uh, i’ve gotta go spencer.  big mid-term tomorrow for my students, but  thanks for spending some time with me.  ❞    riley hesitated for a moment before asking:   ❝  wanna . . grab another coffee sometime? maybe sit around with me while i grade the mid-terms?  ❞

[jrbbit]

@spenried  :  ‘ you think you’re gonna be able to get some sleep? ’

                    “   i   don’t   sleep,   dr.   reid.   I   simply   live   off   caffeine   and   other   substances   you   don’t   need   to   know   about.”

               It’s   meant   as   a   jest,   lightening   up   the   mood   is   her   way   of   showing   carelessness   (   tragic   as   it   might   be   that   it’s   not   untrue   ).   Jessica   is   a   creature   of   the   city’s   underworld   –   she   knows   night   better   than   day,   and   because   she   has   learned   to   dread   sunrise   (   indeed,   the   light   reminds   her   of   her   own   mortality.   Her   domain   ends   when   the   sun   goes   up   ),   she   knows   how   to   avoid   falling   asleep   for   days   at   a   time.

              She   glances   at   the   young   man   over   robe   –   clad   shoulder,   through   long,   curled   lashes   she   offers   a   smile   (   it   comes   out   not   mechanical,   but   worn   out.   Her   ability   to   pretend   is   slipping   by   now   ),   “   i   know   you   are   trying   to   analyze   me   –   profile   me,   that   is?   I   think   that’s   how   you   call   it,   ”   she   does   that   a   lot,   has   perfected   the   art   of   reading   men.   Jessica   knows   to   spot   the   brain   working   to   figure   out   a   lie,   “   you   are   the   first   agent   to   ask   me   that   question.   If   i   can   sleep   after   what   happened.   I   know   none   of   you   believe   it,   but   i   didn’t   shoot   my   husband,   ”   when   you   love   someone   the   same   amount   you   hate   them,   that   infuriating   balance   always   prevents   you   from   pulling   the   trigger.

                “   if   you   believed   me,   that’d   at   least   give   me   some   peace   of   mind,”   it’s   not   entirely   a   statement   meant   to   manipulate   him;   she   needs   a   breather   from   the   endless   interrogations   and   dirty   looks.   The   shakiness   with   which   she   fills   her   glass   of   bourbon   to   the   brim   is   proof   of   that   “   tell   me   how   many   of   these   cases   you   get   a   month.   tell   me   what   brings   a   person   to   end   another   life.   I   never   understood   that.”

[roseguidedarc]

@spenried ASKED,   “  𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆,  𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 .   ” (𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊)

        𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 && 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐘.   in all of the years she’d been alive, she’d never felt particularly lonely . . . had had moments like everyone else, yes, but never constant until recently.   his words warm her heart,  features softening with chin upturned to look the other in the eye.   she has to take a moment as lips down turn slightly, water rising in eyes to blur her vision.    they weren’t tears of sadness, no,  but rather tears of happiness, of comfort, of feeling somewhat content with her companion.   spencer might not know the entire story of her,  would he even   𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮   her? , but that doesn’t make him any less important or appreciated to makkari.      ;      a step is taken toward the other, arms outstretching to wrap ‘round him in a rather unprompted, impulsive, && emotional embrace.  cheek had settled against his chest for only a moment, palms rested against the height of back before mind reminds me that she should’ve asked before hugging him.   pulling away, makkari glances away to swipe away the tears that had built in her eyes before hands move:   [   «   i’m sorry, spencer. i should’ve asked before hugging you.  i just- . . .it made me happy to hear you say that.  »   ]     smile spreads against lips, dimples settling into light rosy cheeks.    [   «   thank you for being my friend.  it means more to me than you know.   i’m   𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚁  with being alone,  but having someone is . . it’s nice.   »   ]    confesses makkari. 

[chieflassie]

@spenried​   ⇾   sc.

“i’ve caught a serial killer before,”   there’s something haughty about the words,  machismo prompting him to square his shoulders as a quick amendment is made,   “helped catch one,  i mean,  it was a team effort,  of course,”

[deputystakes-moved]

‘ warnin’ you now, it’s a long way down the harlan road. ’   what deputy graves means is — it’s real easy to get lost around here.   what he means is — you don’t want to be driving around after dark, without a clue as to where you’re going, without a clue as to which road you’re taking.   what he means is — there’s a reason i’m driving.   they’d gotten the call, just moments ago.   another scene was calling their names.   somethin’ wicked.   ashley rounds the corner of the bumper and stands before the driver’s side, voice loud as he speaks to reid over the bed of the truck,   ‘ door’s unlocked. ’

@spenried     /    dollar bill blues — townes van zandt .

[loetise]

spotify wrapped meme, accepting.  ˎˊ˗

                            she    practically    falls    into    the    seat    across    from    him,    less    than    graceful.        one    hand    goes    up    to    rub    at    an    eye,    she’d    far    past    stayed    her    welcome    and    sobriety    was    a    cause    long    lost.        spencer’s    mouth    is    moving,    though    maybe    not    fast,    exactly,    it’s    quick    enough    that    allie    can’t    understand    what    he’s    saying.        but    that’s    not    so    out    of    the    blue,    just    normally    she    has    a    better    grasp    on    her    senses    to    be    able    to    make    out    words    and    not    just    sounds.        “        i’m    sorry    i-    i'm    not    with    it,    i'm    way    too    far    gone.        ”

@spenried​​,    send  a  🎁  for  me  to  shuffle.  (  friends,  chase  atlantic  )