what about spencer

Real Life.

Description: After months of pining over a cam girl, Spencer gets left alone at a bar in an unfamiliar town and spots his fantasy woman. Only she’s not fantasy anymore, no pink lingerie and camera pointed low, this time she was real and even more beautiful.

A/N: Happy NSFW Sunday! I promised to post this fic a long time ago but it got totally lost in all the other cool stuff I was doing. This is the second part to my fic Lolita so go check that one out first if you want some smutty backstory!

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liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike. let’s talk about their reactions here? because i 100% believe in my filthy trash bin of a heart that this episode was the point of no return for parker and eliot both, the point at which they both realised holy shit i am in way over my head. 

look at those reactions. like, it’s not simple relief, it’s relief and *total fucking whelm*. and neither eliot nor parker has–allowed themselves, maybe, the relative luxury of just thinking about what someone means to them. because it’s always been a liability. for eliot, caring too much about people would just be something that someone could use against him; for parker, it’s what archie’s cautioned her against a million times: we don’t get involved. 

and worse for both of them, really, is that they’re not–not too caught up in a job, not too wrapped up in their own reputations or…or things that could be forgivable, really. things that they could realise and chide themselves for and then pull back from, do better. no, instead they’re both of them way overinvested in another person, in a person who could be hurt, who could be taken from them because they weren’t good enough or fast enough or–or just because sometimes you lose. 

parker and eliot have always been aware of when they should cut their losses and get out. but this–this isn’t an acceptable loss. maybe neither of them can say the word love just yet, even to themselves, but this is where they realise it.

hardison doesn’t die, but he comes back to life anyhow, and when he does, the whole world changes.

Deep Relief

Spencer walks in on the reader pleasuring herself, and smut ensues.

Part 1 of SMUTmas!

It was the end of a case, and you and Reid had been sharing a room for the last three nights in a lush Las Vegas hotel. Being in the same room with the object of your affections was hard enough, let alone having to share a bed with him (a booking “mistake” on the behalf of Penelope Garcia who was desperate to see her OTP get together). 

However, you had made it to the final night, and tomorrow you could sleep easily, not spending your nights lying awake staring at Spencer nestled into the pillow beside you.

‘Y/N?’ Spencer said, snapping you out of your thoughts and holding the door of the room open for you.

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Description: You’d kept your Dyslexia a secret from Spencer for a while now, you didn’t want the BAU’s resident genius to look down on you because of something so trivial; but like all the profilers were trained to do, he eventually found out.

A/N: Thanks to the anon who requested this! I don’t have Dyslexia so I spend a lot of time before writing this doing some research so it was at least somewhat accurate; I hope I did it justice!

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ryan ross was easily the most beautiful lyricist the 2000s ever saw. and i would like to think he would still be thriving, whether that be with his band or by himself, if the music scene wasnt so unkind to him. the media has thoughtlessly dismissed one of the last people that’ll understand music the way everyone should- like the back of their hand. you uncultured squares can spin your ‘brendon urie is a victim’ fantasies to the death, but every time you listen to 'a fever you cant sweat out’ and 'pretty.odd.’, you will regain access into the beautiful, melancholy world of ryan ross. what he wanted us to hear, but could not speak.

artistry doesnt come easy anymore and the world was nice enough to offer us a tortured soul that wanted to paint happier days with his music, and we throw it away. and while brendon urie thrives, and accepts the compliments for his falsely claimed achievements, our tortured soul has been brought back to square one. starring in a short film, with only the minority cheering him on while the rest continue to claim their love for panic! at the disco and then scratch their heads at the name 'ryan ross’.

Roommates//Part 5

Your patience is much appreciated, thank you for following this series and showing it so much love! 

Originally posted by zugzwangcm

Spencer held the door open for you quickly you both made your way to the conference room. Penelope had already started the briefing, everyone turned around to look at the both you. “So kind of you two to join us” Hotch said sternly trying to hold back a smile. 

Everyone else watched as you both quietly took a seat, as you as you opened the file in front of you, “Wheels up in twenty” Hotch said getting up, “Y/N, Spencer my office now.” 

You and Spencer watched as Hotch walked through the door, and then looked at each other confused, without another word you both got up and followed him into his office. “Close the door behind you” he instructed. 

“Take a seat” Hotch said sitting behind his desk, he looked at both of you before continuing. “I need to know that whatever you two have going on is not going to affect your performance on this team.” 

What? What did he just say? “I’m sorry but, what? I’m not following Hotch” you said confused. Did he seriously think that you an Spencer had something going on ? We’re you both giving off that vibe? 

“Whatever you two have going on, you don’t have to tell me, I would just to keep this team together. Please don’t let your relationship interfere with your job, with what you do here.” 

So he thought something was going on, why would he think something was going on. “Yes sir” As soon as you heard Spencer agree your head snapped in his direction. Did he just agree, wait was something going on? Did Spencer think something was going on between the both of you? 

“Good, I’ll see you both of the jet” Spencer got up first and you followed him out the door. Your mind was racing with all the different questions, trying to think of what the best time to talk to him would be. Definitely not while on the jet surrounded by everyone else, or at the station or in the car. 

This couldn’t wait till later you pulled arm guiding him through a quiet hallway. “What was that about Spencer?” 

“What are you talking about?” Spencer said confused. You looked at him shocked, how could he not know? 

“In Hotch’s office why did you just say yes? What do we have that could possibly get in the way of our jobs?” you we’re growing frantic trying to figure out what was going through his head. 

“I don’t know do we?” Spencer wanted to know just as much as you did. 

There was an awkward silence between the both of you, YES I THINK WE DO! You continued to scream in your head. Neither of you knew how to answer that question, or if they should even say it out loud. 

“Are you guys ready, we’re about to leave” JJ said as she walked by. Spencer walked away leaving you with her, JJ figured she was interrupting something. “Is everything okay?” she asked you. 

“Yes, no, I don’t know. Do you think Spencer and I have a thing? Because Hotch thinks we have a thing and Spencer won’t answer if there is even thing. It’s been weird lately, really weird.” JJ realized there was more going on then she could imagine. 

“I mean you guys are kind of weird lately we thought you had something going on and you we’re all over him last night, we just sort of assumed.” JJ said with a guilty look on her face. 

“Do you have feelings for Spencer?” she finally asked. 

“I’d be lying if I said no at this point. It’s been a lot of different situations and I–” JJ watched as you struggled to put words together. “I’m here if you want to talk” she said before walking away. 

Through out the whole day you weren’t fully present, your mind was not in this case. Trying to analyze everything that had happened since you had moved in. But sill you only came to the same conclusion, you we’re positive you had feelings for him. 

After an exhausting day of piecing together tiny bits of information it was time to get some sleep. Before opening the door to your hotel you looked to your right just two doors down you saw Spencer standing in front of his room. 

“Hey roommate,” you called out to him, you walked closer to him. “I thought about your question, and I don’t know if we have a thing. But I can tell you I have a thing for you. I like you Spence, a lot. It’s becoming difficult to keep it to my self. And it’s becoming difficult to interrupt my thinking here.” 

“Well we should probably work on that, because I already told Hotch we wouldn’t let it interrupt our work.” 

“We?” you asked curiously. 

“We.” Spencer confirmed. 



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she’s a handsome woman // panic! at the disco

Stop Being So Cute (Spencer x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I’ve got another imagine request for you so here ya go! Also I watched Logan today and bawled it was so sad 😭
Warnings: none
Pairing: Spencer x Reader
Prompt: #42 on the Drabble List; “Stop being so cute.”
Request: ✅
I was making dinner for Spencer while he was in the bedroom taking a nap.
I insisted that he should due to the long day at work.
I poured the spaghetti noodles in a strainer and then I heard footsteps approaching me.
Sure enough, it was Spencer with a blanket draped over his shoulder with major bed head.
“Hey sleepy head, are you hungry?” I asked putting the noodles on the counter.
“Mmm not yet.” He said dropping his head on my shoulder.
“No? Are you still tired?” I said turning around and gliding my hands up his chest.
“Mhm.” He said nodding his head and hugging me.
“Let’s go take you back to bed.” I said holding his hand and dragging him behind me.
When we got to the bedroom, he picked me up and laid me on the bed, laying on top of me.
“Spencer what about…”
“Shhhh.” He said putting his lips to mine, not kissing me but just putting his mouth to mine.
He wrapped his arms around my body, getting comfortable on top of me.
“Spencer I need to finish dinner.” I said trying to get out from underneath him.
“No it’s ok we’ll eat later… just cuddle with me.” He said into my shoulder.
As much as I love snuggling with Spencer, I need to finish making that damn spaghetti.
I moved a little to get an advantage point if I wanted to get up but Spencer just followed my movements making sure I wouldn’t get away.
“Stop moving so much.” He said dragging me back to the center of the bed.
“Stop being so cute.” I said bopping his nose with my finger.
He scrunched it up, earring kiss on the tip.
He smiled and buried his head in my shoulder, peppering me with kisses as I played with his hair.
“Spencer that tickles.” I said pushing him off of me.
“Come back here.” He said holding me tight against him, resuming the torrential-kissing-downpour.
With every little kiss he placed on my skin, a little noise would come from his mouth that was so sweet and innocent it made me want to scream.
“Your cuteness is causing me physical pain.” I said turning around to look at his even cuter face.
He smiled and hugged me once more, eventually falling asleep in my arms.
Which was even cuter.
Why can’t this man stop being so cute?


I had an epiphany. I think that’s what it was. Oh yeah? Smoking a joint in a satellite dish. I can see those going together. All three actually.


time to dance // panic! at the disco

anonymous asked:

Ehi, what about Spencer taking care of his girlfriend? Something like she's sick and she can't do anything 💜

She had surgery, that way she can’t really do anything, plus she is in the hospital. I hope you don’t mind. Love the request, thank you so much!

Originally posted by spencereid

A groan of pain left Y/n’s lips as she tried to sit up in the hospital bed. Spencer Reid shot up, suddenly wide awake, his book falling of his lap. “Y/n, you shouldn’t move! Let me help you.” He exclaimed as he hurried to you. “Spence, I’m fine.” Spencer raised his brows. “You just had surgery. I don’t think you are fine.” He continued helping her sit a little bit in the bad and covered her with the blanket. “So, how are you feeling?” Spencer asked with a soft smile. “I just feel splendid. Like someone would feel after being stabbed in the heart by several scalpels.” Y/n said with a smile. “Your heart wasn’t even touched with a scalpel.” Spencer started his lecture. “Shht. I know you are smart, no need to brag.” She said with a chuckle. She better hadn’t, she felt pain raising from her stomach to her chest. “Are you okay? Why are you making that face?” With a pained expression she spoke. “You tell me, smart boy.” “I’ll get a nurse.” He said worried. “No, don’t you dare, Spencer Reid!” She took a deep breath and felt the pain ease. “I’m fine now. Just can’t laugh.” Spencer wasn’t content with her answer. “I’ll go and get some ice.” He said and he got up but didn’t leave until he had kissed her forehead. She smiled a little, she was lucky with such a boyfriend. 


A few days had past, and Y/n could go home. She was’t allowed to lift or do anything, really. Spencer was super worried about her, she couldn’t even go to the bathroom alone. “Spence, I can walk alone, you know.” He sighted. “I know, I just don’t want you getting hurt.” Y/n kissed his lips softly. “I can go to the bathroom on my own. But… You can cook dinner?” She grinned and patted his shoulder. “You can choose what we eat.” And she walked slowly to the bathroom. She was in pain, but the grin was still on her face. 

When she walked into the kitchen, she saw Spencer cutting up some food. She smiled and hugged his back, arms around his waist. “I am making soup. Is that okay?” Spencer asked as he turned around, hugging her back. “That’s fine by me!” She giggled slightly, and noticed the pain in her stomach and chest was much less then first. “Go to the couch.” He said with a chuckle. “I’ll bring it to you.” Y/n pecked his lips. “I’ll wait.” 


Disclaimer: This is my first Spencer Reid fic, so I’m sorry if it doesn’t do him justice! I wrote this in maybe an hour, so it’s certainly not my best, but I like it anyway, soooo yeah.



“It’s a kid!”

“We can’t take in a kid.”

“Well, we can’t just leave them there. Look at them!”

“It looks like they want to bite me.”

Prompt by @writers-are-writers


Spencer Reid is in love.

And it takes you exactly 2.5 seconds to realize it.

“No,” you say quickly, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you. “No, we are not adopting him.”

“It’s a kid!” He groans, gesturing to the baby boy in the crib gurgling quietly.

You rub your face, staring at your fiance incredulously. When you’d come home two days ago and found Spencer rocking the baby, you’d simultaneously wanted to punch him and kiss him. He knew you weren’t a huge fan of kids, but hot damn, did he look good. So then when he’d told you the story about finding him on the steps of the FBI and volunteering to take him in until they’d found his family, you’d agreed without much persuasion.

But Spencer had just finished telling you about the baby was an orphan, dropped off by the baby’s grandmother. The old woman had been found stabbed to death in her apartment when they went to find her, and the parents had been in a car accident the week before, just two days after he was born, which meant the baby was going to be put into the system. I mean… unless we take him in. Y/N, he doesn’t even have a name.

Spencer really knew how to pull at your heartstrings.

“We can’t take in a kid,” you deadpan, crossing your arms over your chest as he waves his hands wildly.

“Well, we can’t just drop him in the foster system! Look at him!” Reid bends down and picks up the baby somewhat awkwardly, his elbow out a little too much, his posture all wrong.

“You don’t even know how to hold him, Spence.” You peer at the baby, take in the dark eyes staring at you like he was seeing into your soul. “He… he looks like he wants to bite me.”

“He doesn’t want to bite you (y/n),” he says, rolling his eyes. “He doesn’t even have teeth, the worst he could do is gnaw you to death.” You glare at him, and given the quick aversion of his eyes, he catches on to the fact that you’re not in the mood to be teased.

“Look, around 20,000 children each year never leave the system, instead staying until the age out, or turn eighteen.”

You gasp, realizing what he’s about to do. “Spencer Reid, don’t you dare.”

“In 2014, 264,746 children entered foster care and 238,230 children exited foster care-”


“One study claims that over 28% of kids in the system are abused in one way or another.”

“I swear to god-”

“Around 25% of people in prison were, at one point, in the foster system.”

Spencer Reid!” Reid freezes, staring at you with wide eyes. And no matter your annoyance, you can’t help but giggle at his ‘deer-caught-in-headlights’ expression. You move close and gently cup his cheek, pressing your lips to his. He responds quickly, taking one of the hands previously cradling the baby and wrapping it around you, palm pressed against the curve of your back protectively.

You smile as you pull away, looking up at him under your eyelashes. He looks flustered, his fingers weaving through his hair nervously as he holds the baby even closer, almost as if he’s Spencer’s lifeline. Or at least, the only thing keeping him from just dropping. “Um-” he coughs, blinking. You can’t help but giggle, rolling your eyes at your dork of a fiance. This. This is why I love him. “What- what was that for?”

You chew on your lip, play with your necklace as you study the baby. “Why don’t we just… you know… think about it a couple days. Okay? This isn’t just a simple yes or no, this is a baby. Spence, we work the FBI, when would we have time for him? He’d be without us for days at a time. And we’d never have time for just us, you know? Then there’s all the extra expenses-”

“(Y/N), I know what we’re getting into.” You notice that he says ‘we’re’ instead of ‘we’d be’. “I’ve already talked it over with Mrs. Devo-”

You quirk an eyebrow. “You already talked about this with Ms. Devo?”

He smiles awkwardly, shifting his weight from one side to the other as he readjusts the baby in his arms. You can’t help but try to force back a smile as the baby’s chubby little hands grab at Spencer’s tie, pulling his head forward. “You didn’t think I’d come into this without having thought a bit about this? Ms. Devo said she’d love to watch him, ever since Garrett left she’s been lonely. And she also said anytime we would need a date night she’d love to watch him. Finances won’t be an issue and you know that; we get paid enough to pay for the baby. And all of the articles we write are certainly another source of income. Come on, the only reason you don’t want to adopt him is because you’re not a huge fan of kids.”

“Hey, you knew that when you started dating me,” you say quickly, annoyed that he’s turning you into the bad guy in front of the kid. You turn away from him, sit on the couch and watch as he follows you.

“I know (y/n), but I’ve also made it obvious that I want kids since the beginning.”

You sigh, run a hand through your hair. “Spence..”

He scoots closer to you, puts his arm around you. “Come on, just look at that face.”

You roll your eyes but look as Spencer moves the baby so he’s half in your lap. The baby is a happy, babbling mess; drool coating his chin, tangled dark hair, bright pink onesie he’d come in. You softly stroke his hair; his dark skin is soft as heck. And yet, you could still see the hatred in those beady little eyes that your fiance oh-so-conveniently overlooked.

Or maybe that was just your imagination.

You notice Spencer beginning to bring the baby closer to you and realize at last second what he’s about to do. “Reid-!” But it’s too late, and he’s already laid the baby on your leg, holding his side lightly.

“Hold him?”

You glare at him darkly, resolutely keeping your arms away from the baby boy. “No.”

You know that you’ve lost when Reid looks at you pleadingly, bouncing slightly in his seat. “Please, (y/n)?

A sigh escapes your lips as you slide your hand under the baby and lift him up, the boy immediately curling into you. You try to ignore the drool dripping onto your chest as you try to adjust your arms so the baby isn’t uncomfortable. “Please don’t attack my nipples, I know it’s almost time to feed but I don’t have any milk for you.”

The baby lets out a quiet coo, and you can’t help it, a small grin slips onto your lips. He is cute, especially in his little pink onesie. You absentmindedly run your fingers through his wispy hair, turning over the thought of possibly adopting him. You look up, almost ready to tell Spencer there’s a chance you might say yes, but you freeze when you see his expression. He looks almost… blissful. He’s leaned against the end of the couch, a soft smile dancing across his lips as he gazes at the two of you. You’ve never seen so much love directed at two people before.

A small hand wraps around the finger that had just been tracing the baby’s cheek. You glance back down, bite your lip, and stare into the baby’s eyes. And finally, you decide that maybe he doesn’t want to bite you.

“He needs a name,” you say quietly, not tearing your eyes away from the boy.

Yes!” Reid exclaims, leaping across the couch and wrapping an arm around you and the baby. You giggle as he runs his thumb across the baby’s forehead lovingly before turning and pressing a kiss to your lips. “We’re going to be a family,” he breathes against your lips as he pulls away.

You can’t figure out if you’ve ever seen him smile so brightly.

A smile breaks across your own lips at the same time the baby lets out a loud giggle, eyes alight.

And you don’t regret your decision in the slightest.

Originally posted by babyspencerreid