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He's Home

Summary: Spencer meets GN!Reader back at their apartment after being released from prison.

WC: 580

AN: short cute drabble. Send me some requests college is taking over my life rn xxxx

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The door creaked open, and Y/N glanced up from the book they were pretending to read. The weight of the last few months hung heavily in the air, and they could sense the exhaustion etched on Spencer Reid's face. His eyes met theirs, a mixture of relief and vulnerability flashing in those familiar hazel orbs. 

"Hey," Y/N murmured, setting the book aside and rising from the couch. They took a few steps toward him, and Spencer's gaze softened as he closed the door behind him. 

"Hey," he replied, his voice carrying the weariness of the world. Without a word, Y/N enveloped him in a tight embrace. Spencer hesitated for a moment before allowing himself to be held, the hard exterior he had built up during his time in prison beginning to crumble. 

Y/N felt the tension in Spencer's shoulders, the weight he carried, and they gently rubbed soothing circles on his back. The silence between them spoke volumes, the unspoken understanding of the challenges he had faced and the toll it had taken. 

"I missed you," Spencer whispered, his voice barely audible. 

Y/N pulled back slightly, cupping his face with both hands. "I missed you too, Spencer. It's okay now. You're home." 

Home. The word hung in the air, carrying a profound significance. Y/N led Spencer to the couch, urging him to sit down. He complied, and as Y/N joined him, they could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the walls crumbling as he let down his guard. 

The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioner. Y/N waited patiently, knowing that Spencer needed time to process, to release the emotions he had bottled up for so long. 

And then, it started – a quiet tremor in his shoulders, a hitch in his breath. The floodgates opened, and Spencer Reid, the brilliant profiler with an intellect unmatched, allowed himself to be vulnerable. He buried his face in Y/N's shoulder, his grip on them tightening. 

Tears escaped from his closed eyes, silent witnesses to the turmoil he had endured. Y/N whispered soothing words, offering comfort and understanding. It was a moment of catharsis, a release of the pain and trauma he had accumulated during those challenging months. 

"I thought I could handle it all," Spencer admitted, his voice breaking. "But it's just been... so difficult." 

Y/N continued to hold him, offering a safe haven amidst the storm. "You don't have to be strong all the time, Spencer. It's okay to let it out. You're not alone." 

He nodded, unable to find words as the weight of his experiences unfolded in the safety of Y/N's embrace. Time seemed to lose its significance as they navigated the uncharted territory of healing. 

Eventually, the storm within Spencer subsided, leaving behind a sense of raw vulnerability. Y/N gently pulled back, wiping away the tears that stained his cheeks. Spencer met their gaze, gratitude and exhaustion lingering in his eyes. 

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse. 

Y/N offered a tender smile. "Always, Spencer. I'm here for you. Home is where you can be yourself, walls down and all." 

As they sat together in the quiet aftermath, the warmth of the shared moment enveloped them. Home was not just a place; it was the solace found in each other's arms, a refuge from the trials of the world. Spencer Reid, once burdened by the weight of his experiences, now found a sanctuary in the unwavering support of Y/N. 

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Mwah!💌

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Samhain and mgg Forever 🎃👻

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Unraveling Minds 

Summary: In this BAU investigation, Dr. Y/n Y/l/n, a forensic anthropologist, is called in to assist with a series of murders in a small town. The genius profiler, Dr. Spencer Reid, becomes fascinated by her intelligence and kindness. As they work together, solving the case and sharing banter in the forensic lab, a connection forms between them. Despite Gideon's suggestion of joining the FBI, Y/n prefers her expertise in bones. As the investigation progresses, Reid and Y/n's bond deepens, culminating in a moment of shared understanding and a longing for a continued connection, even beyond the confines of the case. 

Word Count: 1261 

AN: Rewatching Bones... defo was inspired! <33 also i wrote this on the bus so apologies for errors/ cringe, let a girl live!!

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The BAU team had been called to a small town in Pennsylvania to investigate a series of gruesome murders that seemed to have stumped the local authorities. Dr. Y/n Y/l/n, a renowned forensic anthropologist, had been summoned to assist the team in understanding the ritualistic nature of the killings. 

As she entered the BAU headquarters, Y/n was met with curious glances from the team. Dr. Spencer Reid, the genius profiler with an eidetic memory, couldn't help but be fascinated by her presence. She exuded intelligence, and her reputation preceded her. 

"Dr. Y/l/n, welcome," Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner greeted her with a firm handshake. "We appreciate your expertise on this case." 

"Thank you, Agent Hotchner. I'm eager to help in any way I can," Y/n replied with a warm smile. 

Dr. Jason Gideon, the seasoned profiler, approached her with admiration in his eyes. "I've read your work. Impressive stuff. Ever thought about joining the FBI?" 

Y/n chuckled modestly. "I appreciate the offer, but I find my passion lies in analyzing bones and solving puzzles in a different way." 

Gideon nodded, seemingly understanding. Meanwhile, Spencer Reid observed the exchange, his curiosity growing with each passing moment. 

As the investigation progressed, Y/n worked closely with the BAU team, examining the crime scenes and providing invaluable insights into the killer's methodology. Her ability to piece together the puzzle of the victims' bones left the team in awe. 

One evening, in the BAU conference room, Y/n presented her findings to the team. Hotchner, Gideon, Reid, and the others listened intently as she explained the ritualistic significance behind the arrangement of the victims' bones. 

"You've got a brilliant mind, Dr. Y/l/n. Your observations have been invaluable to us," Gideon praised. 

Y/n's cheeks flushed slightly. "Thank you, Dr. Gideon. It's been a pleasure working with all of you." 

After the meeting, Reid found himself lingering behind as the others dispersed. He couldn't shake the fascination he felt for Y/n, not just for her intellect but also for the kindness that radiated from her. 

"Dr. Y/l/n, your work is truly remarkable," Reid complimented, his words stumbling over each other in his eagerness. 

Y/n smiled, appreciating the genuine admiration in Reid's eyes. "Thank you, Dr. Reid. Coming from someone with your intelligence, that means a lot." 

As the days passed, the team grew closer to solving the case. Y/n and Reid spent more time together, discussing their respective fields and finding common ground in their shared passion for solving puzzles. The air between them was charged with unspoken tension, and it wasn't just Reid who felt it. 

One day, as they gathered in the bullpen, Gideon couldn't help but voice what everyone seemed to sense. "Y/n, have you ever considered joining the FBI? You're a natural at this." 

Y/n looked thoughtful for a moment before replying, "I'm honored, Dr. Gideon, but my expertise lies in the bones. I'll leave profiling to the experts like Dr. Reid and the rest of the BAU team." 

Gideon nodded, accepting her decision. However, Reid couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have Y/n as a permanent member of their team. 

Late one evening, after a productive day of unraveling the case details, Spencer Reid and Y/n Y/l/n found themselves in the forensic lab once again. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the overhead lights as they continued to work side by side, surrounded by the skeletal remains of the victims. 

Reid, unable to resist sharing some trivia, looked up from his notes and said, "Did you know that the first dinosaur fossils were discovered in the early 19th century? George Washington never knew about dinosaurs." 

Y/n chuckled at the unexpected historical twist. "Yes, I'm aware. Dinosaurs and George Washington didn't exactly coexist. It's fascinating how our understanding of the world has evolved over time." 

Reid smiled, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "Exactly! The field of forensic anthropology has its own set of intriguing statistics. Like, did you know the average time it takes for a body to decompose in a temperate climate is about four months? Factors like temperature, humidity, and soil composition play a significant role." 

Y/n couldn't help but be charmed by Reid's passion for knowledge. "Well, Dr. Reid, your fun facts never fail to amaze me. It's like you have a whole library of fascinating information stored in that brilliant mind of yours." 

Reid blushed slightly at the compliment. "I try my best. Knowledge is a powerful tool, and sharing it with someone as brilliant as you makes it even more enjoyable." 

As they continued to exchange lighthearted banter and delve into their respective fields, the lab echoed with the sound of their laughter. The air between them felt comfortable, a blend of camaraderie and something deeper. The cases they worked on together were more than just investigations; they were a shared journey, a dance of intellect and connection. 

In the midst of their conversation, Reid couldn't help but sneak a glance at Y/n. "You know, Y/n, working with you has been one of the highlights of my career. Your brilliance, your kindness—it's truly inspiring." 

Y/n met his gaze, her heart fluttering at his words. "Spencer, the feeling is mutual. I never expected to find someone who not only appreciates the intricacies of forensic anthropology but also understands the complexities of the human mind." 

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the lab seemed to fade away. The unsaid words lingered in the air, creating a silent understanding between them. It wasn't just about bones and statistics; it was about the connection they had forged, a bond that transcended the confines of their professional lives. 

As they continued their work side by side, the unspoken tension between Reid and Y/n deepened. The lab, filled with the echoes of their laughter and shared knowledge, became a space where two brilliant minds discovered something even more extraordinary—the undeniable chemistry that existed between them. 

"Spencer," Y/n began, her voice soft but filled with sincerity, "working with you and the team has been an incredible experience." 

Reid looked into her eyes, his own filled with a mix of admiration and something more profound. "Y/n, I... I find myself drawn to you, not just for your intelligence but for who you are. Your kindness, your passion—it's captivating." 

Y/n's heart skipped a beat. "Spencer, I feel the same way." 

Reid glanced at Y/n, a hopeful spark in his eyes. The future was uncertain, but as they stood together, surrounded by their colleagues, it was clear that their connection had the potential to unravel into something more profound—a partnership that extended beyond the confines of a single case. 

In the quiet moments that followed, Y/n and Reid found themselves alone in the dimly lit lab. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a longing that lingered in the air. 

"I don't know what the future holds," Reid admitted, his gaze never leaving Y/n's. "But I hope we can continue working together, even if it's not on a case." 

Y/n nodded, her heart echoing the sentiment. "I'd like that, Spencer." 

As they left the lab together, their shoulders brushed in a subtle yet intimate gesture. The connection they had forged wasn't just about solving crimes—it was about finding someone who understood the intricacies of their minds and hearts. The BAU may have solved the case, but for Reid and Y/n, the puzzle of their own emotions was just beginning. 

"Who knows, Spencer? Maybe we'll see Dr. Y/l/n again on another case," Gideon remarked with a knowing smile. 

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He’s so…. Boyfriend

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Harmony at Home

Summary: Spencer is burnt out, he knows where to turn to.

Word count: 184

AN: super quick fluff! not edited

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Y/N became Spencer's emotional anchor, offering comfort when the weight of the world pressed heavily on his shoulders. In those moments, Y/N's gentle touch and unwavering support became the balm for his tired soul. Amidst the chaos of the BAU, their home became a sanctuary where Spencer could let down his guard.

Soft whispers of encouragement and affectionate gestures became their language, a refuge from the relentless demands of his work. Y/N, with her calming presence, helped Spencer find balance in the storm of his thoughts. As the burnout slowly subsided, their love story unfolded, filled with the warmth of shared blankets, stolen kisses, and the assurance that no matter how complex the cases, Y/N would always be there to mend the cracks in Spencer's heart.

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Not so Happy Valentines

Summary: Spencer and Y/N’s Valentine’s Day plans are interrupted to catch a serial killer.

Word Count: 870

AN: Happy Valentine’s Day! I’m sick and wrote this quickly, hope you enjoy 🩷 this is totally cringe but what is love if not cringe🩷

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As the BAU rushed to respond to the urgent case, Y/N couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment. Valentine's Day had arrived, and the romantic plans she had envisioned with Spencer had been abruptly interrupted by the call of duty.

In the jet, Y/N stole a glance at Spencer, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "I was really looking forward to spending Valentine's Day with just you," she confessed, her eyes reflecting a hint of longing.

Spencer reached for her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "I know, Y/N. I was too. But duty calls, and we'll make it up to each other, I promise."

During the investigation, Garcia noticed Y/N’s subdued mood. Sensing her friend's disappointment, Garcia affectionately called her "toots," offering words of encouragement. "Don't worry, Yn. We'll catch this unsub, and you'll have your cozy make-up Valentine's Day evening."

As the case unfolded like a sinister Valentine's Day nightmare, Spencer Reid's analytical mind delved into the twisted history of the perpetrator. His brow furrowed as he connected the dots, realizing the disturbing pattern of a chillingly methodical serial killer who exclusively struck on Valentine's Day.

"The level of planning and symbolism involved is astounding," Spencer commented, his voice reflecting a mix of fascination and repulsion. "It's as if the unsub sees Valentine's Day as the ultimate canvas for their heinous acts."

Y/N, standing by his side, felt the weight of the symbolism seeping into the investigation. The unsettling connection between the victims and the romantic holiday struck a chord, and her determination to bring justice intensified.

As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, Spencer's keen observations complemented Yn's relentless pursuit of the truth. "This unsub is calculating, methodical, and strangely fixated on Valentine's Day. It's not just about the act; it's about the message they want to convey through it," he mused, the wheels of his brilliant mind turning.

Y/N, fueled by a mix of determination and a desire for justice, played a crucial role in piecing together the final elements that led to the unsub's identification.

In the intensity of the investigation, the team's collective efforts brought them closer to understanding the intricate planning behind each Valentine's Day murder. The unsub's chilling obsession with the holiday became clearer, and Spencer couldn't help but marvel at the dark psychology driving their gruesome acts.

As the team closed in on the killer, Y/N’s determination reached its peak. Spencer, acknowledging her resilience, added, "We're on the right track, Y/N. The unsub won't escape justice, especially with your commitment to uncovering the truth."

When justice was finally served, the weight lifted from Y/N’s shoulders. The symbolism of the killer's reign of terror over Valentine's Day dissipated, leaving room for healing and closure. As she was on the way to her apartment with Spencer, the air was lighter, and the couple found solace in the fact that they had not only cracked the case but also reclaimed the essence of love that the killer had sought to extinguish.

Upon returning to their apartment, Y/N was pleasantly surprised to find a romantic setup awaiting them. A candlelit dinner adorned the table, a cold bottle of wine chilling, and her favorite show queued up on the television. Spencer smiled, knowing he had a lot to make up for.

As Spencer wrapped his arms around her, the soft glow of candlelight illuminated their shared space. The lingering scent of a carefully prepared dinner filled the room, creating an atmosphere that felt both romantic and intimate.

"Happy belated Valentine's Day, love," Spencer whispered, his eyes reflecting sincerity and love. Y/N’s heart fluttered as she looked into his warm gaze, appreciating the effort he had put into making this evening special despite the unexpected turn of events.

The dinner table, adorned with delicate flowers and elegant settings, invited them to share a moment of quiet celebration. Spencer pulled out a chair for Yn, his gestures both tender and thoughtful. As they sat down, he poured a glass of the chilled wine that awaited them, toasting to the resilience of their love.

With each bite of the carefully crafted meal, Y/N felt the warmth of Spencer's affection enveloping her. He had recreated the atmosphere they had missed on Valentine's Day, turning their home into a haven of love and understanding. Spencer, always known for his intellect, had managed to translate his intelligence into the language of romance, creating a night that felt truly special.

After dinner, they settled on the couch to watch Y/N’s favorite show. Spencer had taken note of every detail, from the cozy blankets to the choice of episodes. As they snuggled together, Y/N couldn't help but appreciate the thoughtfulness that had gone into every aspect of the evening.

In that shared moment, they realized that love was more than a single day on the calendar. It was the countless gestures, both big and small, that wove the fabric of their relationship. Spencer, ever the romantic, spoke softly, "Every day with you is worth celebrating, Y/N. I love you."

With those words, they sealed the evening with a sweet kiss, savoring the joy of being together, grateful for a love that transcended the confines of a single day on the calendar.

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reminders for writers.

nobody gives a crap if something is cliché or not. what they care about is the execution.

having a bad day of writing does not make you a bad writer.

writing in your second or third language isn’t always easy. you’re doing great.

writing advice = tools. not rules. you’re not meant to follow every advice you read about on the internet. learn the rules so you know which ones to break.

every writer is capable of writing a captivating story, but your story might not be everyone’s cup of tea, and that’s ok. there will still be people out there who’ll adore it.

it’s ok to not excel at every genre. you can write it because you think it’s fun. it doesn’t always have to be a matter of writing something strictly because you’re good at it. it’s ok to explore.

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and they want us to think they're tumblr girls smh

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why are so many great writers leaving? It makes me sad that so many are leaving and that we cant read their content anymore or even say goodbye :(

tumblr used to be a safe place for so many of us, but recently, with the waves of unnecessary hate and bullying, many writers are discouraged to continue writing and don't feel that spark of happiness they used to feel while logging in.

if you're a content consumer, please support your favorite writers as much as you can; leave comments, reblog with tags or a little something like your favorite quote, leave an ask telling them how good their work was and you're endlessly thankful for the time they put in this... too many writers feel like their efforts go to waste because they think they "don't fit in" (this is what a writer friend of mine told me before deactivating, i'm just using her own words here).

writing is fun, it's a hobby for us. so when it slowly turns into a task, something we have to do instead of something we want to do, this is when many of us decide to leave

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I have an interview now I’m so nervous aGH😭✋🏻

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Hand-holding

The purest form of human connection.

tiny hands in big hands

calloused hands in soft hands

cold hands in warm hands

hands with the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding

platonic hand-holding

running their thumb over the other’s hand

dancing with their hands holding onto each other

squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement

holding hands across the table

happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go

not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd

possessive hand-holding

linking hands together during sex

grabbing hand to show them something

loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap

only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely

holding hands while skating

excitedly grabbing each other’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together

playing with each other’s fingers

pressing the other’s hand against their cheek

holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something

holding hands under the table

only realizing it when they have to let go

standing in front of each other, holding both their hands

holding their hands above their head, fingers linked together

passionate hand-holding

grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall

holding hands while running through the rain

brushing against each other, linking fingers together for a second

grabbing their hand to grab their attention

not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands

bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go

holding hands while driving

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them

unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping

not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out

swinging hands back and forth, skipping like children

holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition

letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it

loosely holding onto each other’s hand

dragging the other with them, holding their hand

raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly

holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together

comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together

Hugs|Kisses|Touching

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I fucking love Eurovision 🇮🇹

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I drank wine w lunch and it went straight to my head lien 😵‍💫🥴

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ITS TIME

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mentally i’m a slut physically i’m scared of intimacy 

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just the girly things

forcing an earing through a closed piercing

taking off tight clothes and rubbing the indents they left on your skin 

human sacrifice

homemade face masks