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Hi! I was the one who requested a hc for reader to sing to JJ. 😌 I just thought of it when Rossi decides to remarry and reader dedicates a song to them but is kinda singing to JJ too bc of the song choice. Anyway, looking forward to your writing! ✨

Landslide -Jennifer Jareau

Jennifer Jareau x singer gn!Reader

Warnings: In wlw yearning we trust🙏, internalized homophobia, alcohol consumption (reader), crying, angst/hurt some comfort at the end, no happy relationship ending🙁

Word count: 955

A/n I did a fic instead, I hope that's okay. and this is a bit sad, so if you wanted something happier in hcs lmk!

The air had a nice cooling breeze calming you, which helped considering the case you just got off of. You were sat at a table with Emily, Luke, and Tara in Rossi's backyard.

Jennifer was with her family at a separate table, of course she was. You sighed at the sight of her laughing, her husband's hand resting the small of her back. The sound of your tables laughter blured out whatever Spencer was saying in his speech. God, how come Will got to sit there and have a family with her while you sat with your coworkers turned family.

You always had something for jj. You never knew what exactly, but it wasn't how you thought about anyone else. When Derek rested his hand on your shoulder, it felt fine, nothing even. But when jj would do something as little as brush your hand when she passed you a file, you felt something different.

"Hey," Emily's soft voice and hand on your arm interrupted your spiraling. To prove your point further you didn't feel the same when Emily touched you. It was just with jj.

"It's your turn." She pointed to the small stage Rossi had hired someone to put up. You remembered him saying something along the lines of "Only the best for my wedding." His 3rd wife.

You walked up to the stage accepting the microphone from Spencer, who gave you a knowing look. No one ever confronted you about your feelings for jj, but a few had seemed to catch on in a silent way.

Once you got ready, you gave a subtle smile to the crowd, who mostly seemed a little buzzed. The band started to play the song of your choice, which was Landslide by Fleetwood Mac.

I took my love, I took it down

Climbed a mountain and I turned around

And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills

'Til the landslide brought me down

You started, keeping your gaze clear from jj not wanting to see her or her husband. For once you saw Rossi engage in something and take Krstall up to the designated dancing area and start to sway.

Well, I've been afraid of changing

'Cause I've built my life around you

But time makes you bolder

Even children get older

And I'm gettin' older, too

I'm gettin' older, too

You finally met Jennifer's eyes and started to sniffle. Thankfully, everyone else was tearing up so nobody would suspect anything from your tearful face.

Jennifer had a thing for you too. Like you, she didn't know what it was, but she knew it wasn't something simple. All of the shared glances, the back touches, the hugs after hard cases, even the kisses on the cheek when she came back from being promoted.

But, it's not like she could do anything now. She was married to Will and had two kids. Even if she left Will, what would people think of her? How would he think of her? How would her kids think of her? Leaving her husband for a girl, she didn't know if she even had feelings for. That would be a lie, she knew she had some sort of feelings for you, she had to, you don't think about your friend before you go to sleep wondering how your life would be if they lied next to you instead of your husband.

Ah, take my love, take it down

Oh, climb a mountain and turn around

And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills

Well, the landslide will bring it down

And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills

Well, the landslide will bring it down

Oh, the landslide will bring it down

You finished the song with a broken cry and wiped your face with a forced smile. "Congratulations Dave and Krystall." You shot them a smile and stepped down from the stage to settle back into your seat, giving little waves to those clapping for you.

Before you sat you turned over to see that jj must have stepped out because her seat was empty.

Penelope came over to your table with a bubbley grin. "Okay miss Stevie Nick's, let get you a drink!" She pulled you up reluctantly and dragged to the bar area.

The rest was a blur, Penelope must have gotten sidetracked because before you knew it, you were standing by the bar alone, watching people pass as the bartender made you a new drink.

"Hey," a familiar voice spoke that you could recognize any day.

"Hi jj," you turned to look at her. God, she looked beautiful.

A moment of silence passed until she spoke up.

"Can we take a walk?" You glanced around for a second to see if anyone would spot you gone.

"Yeah,"

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You and jj walked to the end of Rossi's massive driveway in silence.

"You did really good up there, really." Jennifer reached for your arm, and you pulled away.

"Jesus, jj. Really?" You let out a humorless laugh.

"What?" She scoffed, stepping closer.

"We can't keep doing this." You told her stepping back.

"Doing what?" You sniffled.

"You tell me. What is this jj? What's all the touching? What's the feeling?" You broke down.

It was quiet for a moment until jj pulled you into her arms, and you gave in to her hug.

"I don't know. I'm sorry. Okay? I'm so sorry. I don't know what we're doing or what it means." She kissed the top of your head and started to cry herself.

You both knew that this would continue and you would probably never have a relationship further then what it is now, but just for that second you decided to be okay with that.

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This one's for all my baby girls. I see your requests ladies, and they make me smile. I'm lurking and writing when you least expect it..

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1 2 3 I WANT YURI

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Hiiii i don’t know if you still taking requests but I would like something fluff with Kai obviously it’s something almost impossible with him but ,it can be fluff in his way ,I love your style of writing and I hope you take this request ,ignore it if you don’t like it =]

Haven

Kai Anderson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Kai?? Nothing really just slight cult talk.

A/n I'm sorry It took me almost a month to post this and it's so short😪 @illumoria 😙 I'm going to do something kai hcs soon as an apology😋

"Fuck!" You heard Kai shout from the basement. Usually you wouldn't care that much because he always seems to be mad at something.

After the third shatter from downstairs in ten minutes, you went down there.

Kai was stomping around, tearing through everything.

"What's going on?" You asked, walking towards him calmly.

"There's a mole," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, still throwing his around and checking in the old DVD player for whatever he's searching for.

"A mole? Kai, what are you looking for? Sit down," He grabbed your hands and lead you up the stairs.

"We can't talk down here." He grumbled.

"There's a mole, and I don't know who, but I know there is one. They planted a microphone or a camera and I need to find it." He rambled, collapsing on the couch and burying his face in his hands with a groan.

"Kai," You stood in front of him and ran your hands over his shaved head.

For the first time, he desperately hugged your waist, which took you by surprise, but nonetheless you wrapped your arms around him anyway.

He pulled away a moment later and took your hands.

"You're the only one I can trust." He looked up at you. Sometimes you would study his face and his expressions wondering what goes on in his mind which you knew was anything but normal.

You cupped his face and pressed a kiss on his forehead. Usually, he would pull away and 'lecture' you on how showing emotion is weak. Really he meant he didn't look manly enough, but this time he let you just for once.

Interrupting the silence, he jumped up, startling you slightly.

"I know who it is." He whispered to you, headed down back towards the basement.

"Kai," He turned around to face you.

"I love you."

He smiled.

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Real it's a little concerning😟

Hiiii i don’t know if you still taking requests but I would like something fluff with Kai obviously it’s something almost impossible with him but ,it can be fluff in his way ,I love your style of writing and I hope you take this request ,ignore it if you don’t like it =]

Haven

Kai Anderson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Kai?? Nothing really just slight cult talk.

A/n I'm sorry It took me almost a month to post this and it's so short😪 @illumoria 😙 I'm going to do something kai hcs soon as an apology😋

"Fuck!" You heard Kai shout from the basement. Usually you wouldn't care that much because he always seems to be mad at something.

After the third shatter from downstairs in ten minutes, you went down there.

Kai was stomping around, tearing through everything.

"What's going on?" You asked, walking towards him calmly.

"There's a mole," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, still throwing his around and checking in the old DVD player for whatever he's searching for.

"A mole? Kai, what are you looking for? Sit down," He grabbed your hands and lead you up the stairs.

"We can't talk down here." He grumbled.

"There's a mole, and I don't know who, but I know there is one. They planted a microphone or a camera and I need to find it." He rambled, collapsing on the couch and burying his face in his hands with a groan.

"Kai," You stood in front of him and ran your hands over his shaved head.

For the first time, he desperately hugged your waist, which took you by surprise, but nonetheless you wrapped your arms around him anyway.

He pulled away a moment later and took your hands.

"You're the only one I can trust." He looked up at you. Sometimes you would study his face and his expressions wondering what goes on in his mind which you knew was anything but normal.

You cupped his face and pressed a kiss on his forehead. Usually, he would pull away and 'lecture' you on how showing emotion is weak. Really he meant he didn't look manly enough, but this time he let you just for once.

Interrupting the silence, he jumped up, startling you slightly.

"I know who it is." He whispered to you, headed down back towards the basement.

"Kai," He turned around to face you.

"I love you."

He smiled.

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Hiiii i don’t know if you still taking requests but I would like something fluff with Kai obviously it’s something almost impossible with him but ,it can be fluff in his way ,I love your style of writing and I hope you take this request ,ignore it if you don’t like it =]

Haven

Kai Anderson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Kai?? Nothing really just slight cult talk.

A/n I'm sorry It took me almost a month to post this and it's so short😪 @illumoria 😙 I'm going to do something kai hcs soon as an apology😋

"Fuck!" You heard Kai shout from the basement. Usually you wouldn't care that much because he always seems to be mad at something.

After the third shatter from downstairs in ten minutes, you went down there.

Kai was stomping around, tearing through everything.

"What's going on?" You asked, walking towards him calmly.

"There's a mole," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, still throwing his around and checking in the old DVD player for whatever he's searching for.

"A mole? Kai, what are you looking for? Sit down," He grabbed your hands and lead you up the stairs.

"We can't talk down here." He grumbled.

"There's a mole, and I don't know who, but I know there is one. They planted a microphone or a camera and I need to find it." He rambled, collapsing on the couch and burying his face in his hands with a groan.

"Kai," You stood in front of him and ran your hands over his shaved head.

For the first time, he desperately hugged your waist, which took you by surprise, but nonetheless you wrapped your arms around him anyway.

He pulled away a moment later and took your hands.

"You're the only one I can trust." He looked up at you. Sometimes you would study his face and his expressions wondering what goes on in his mind which you knew was anything but normal.

You cupped his face and pressed a kiss on his forehead. Usually, he would pull away and 'lecture' you on how showing emotion is weak. Really he meant he didn't look manly enough, but this time he let you just for once.

Interrupting the silence, he jumped up, startling you slightly.

"I know who it is." He whispered to you, headed down back towards the basement.

"Kai," He turned around to face you.

"I love you."

He smiled.

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WAIT NEW THEME IS ACTUALLY STUNNING

THANK YOUU!!! I finally changed it after thinking about it for like a week. Also I love your theme so much😙

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I love thiss♡😙

"Tell Me More!"

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⋆·˚ ༘ .⋆𖥔 ݁ ˖۶ৎ clark kent/superman x reporter/journalist!reader

content warning!!: fluff | talking to your charming co-worker about your silly little crush on a certain superhero

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The Daily Planet's TV screen was bright and loud, playing the usual news–something you were used to ignoring as you worked, but this time? Your eyes were practically glued to the screen.

"Superman saves the day once again" The news anchor woman's voice echoed, playing short clips of the superhero–"a red and blue blur " that lifted a derailed train like it weighed nothing, shielding a family from falling debris, offering a boy his baseball cap with a soft smile.

You were smiling without even realizing it, goofy–like you'd just been caught thinking about something you really shouldn't have.

And apparently you had.

"You're staring again."

You jumped slightly, turning around to see your co-worker behind you. Clark Kent. In all his dorkiness with a coffee cup in his hand.

"Clark..gosh, you scared me." You chuckled, sheepishly looking down at the floor, shifting your weight on your feet like a scolded puppy.

"Oh–sorry, I didn't mean to." He smiled sweetly, taking a step closer to you, his eyes drifting up to where yours had previously been.

"Superman, huh? Pretty...pretty good guy am I right?"

You let out a quiet huff of laughter, slowly shaking your head. "Pretty good guy" is definitely an understatement.."

Now he was the one smiling like he'd been caught red handed, hiding the slight curve of his lips with the rim of his mug.

"Are you a fan?"

"Clark, the entire world is." You smiled wider, forcing your eyes back on him, even though a part of you wanted to just sneak one last glance at the TV in front of the both of you.

It was different to hear it from you. He knew people liked him–who could hate a guy who saves people lives? But it..it was something else coming from your lips. Like you really meant it.

"You just–just seem particularly fond." He replied, taking a small sip from his coffee, his expression a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Is that your way of calling me love-sick?' You mumbled, shooting him a suspicious look with your eyes narrowed, accusatory.

His brows shot up, his sentence coming out in a tumble of words. "W-what? No, of course not! I..I mean–unless you are?"

"I'm just..well I'm just saying that if Superman wanted to whisk me away in the clouds with him I wouldn't exactly resist. Who would?"

A surge of confidence sprouted in his heart, his nervousness melting into something else as he murmured a quiet, 'Tell me more.'

"Tell you more?–You seriously want to hear about my dumb crush on Superman?" You laughed, feeling your face grow warm under his gaze. His stare was intense and you felt as if you couldn't escape it. It was...an odd feeling. Especially since it was–well, it was just Clark. Clark.

He tilted his head slightly, his glasses gliding down his nose ridge a little. "Well, hypothetically..if Superman did–literally sweep you off your feet..what would you do next?"

You look back up at the TV, the superhero still on screen– like something out of a story book.

"I guess.." you trailed off, meeting Clark's eyes for a second too long before you suddenly backed off.

"This is embarrassing–I can't do it–"

"Oh come on!" He laughed, "not one thing you'd say to him? What would you say to Superman right now?"

"I ...like the way you lift..stuff?"

He made a noise as if trying to hold back his laughter, hiding his mouth with his mug as if that could make it any less obvious.

"Don't laugh at me, Clark! I'm very much on the spot!"

He brought his cup down, setting it onto a nearby desk. "Hey, how come you don't like it when I lift stuff?" His voice teasing–light and playful.

"You lift printer paper."

"Did you forget that one time I carried three coffee trays by my self?" He added triumphantly, his chest puffing out ever so slightly.

"And then you dropped two of them."

He chuckled under his breath, deflating a bit–a smile still on his lips "Tough crowd..."

Your eyes wandered back to the screen–than back to him, as if comparing the two silently. Letting yourself take in his features, studying him. It didn't last long of course, not when he turned his head only to see you already staring at him.

"You...sorta look like him y'know?"

His brows shot up, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, holding back a smile.

"You think I look like Superman?"

"Same jawline..a little y'know?"

"Oh yeah?"

You rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head. "Don't let it get to your head, Kent." You giggled, swatting his shoulder before walking back to your own desk, tabs of different articles already on your computer.

It was a silly thought that stuck in your head even as you typed away–Clark? Superman? No...they were too different. Were they?

You rolled your eyes, muttering to yourself under your breath as you typed.

"Great..now I have a crush on two guys I can't have."

Safe to say you definitely had a type.

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Loveee!

birthday monkey ღ

early seasons!Spencer Reid x Non BAU!reader

word count: 0.8k

warnings: she / her pronouns, nicknames 'prettygirl' 'birthday girl' and 'princess' and yes I had to fight the urge to tell you what your favourite colours are. No use of y/n and ofc its me vs spell check again so any mistakes are just not my problem :3

also like woah hi im so active today #crazystuff

first birthdays are hard. especially when you haven't been together long, not knowing where the line is for price or thought as to not look totally psycho-obsessive or to set the bar too high. this was the case for Spencer; you two had been together four months and your birthday was rapidly approaching.

he was totally out of ideas, you already had a necklace from him that you'd never taken off, you had enough clothes to cover the path from his place to yours three times over, and a card seemed too simple boring even. he was well and truly screwed.

or so he thought.

whilst he was doing his paperwork the night before your big day Penelope came and sat in front of him the sounds of her heels clacking against the polished floors and the bracelets jangling on her wrist being the only indicators of her presence until she abruptly pulls his case file away as if ready for an interrogation; which she totally was.

"So what are you getting your prettygirl?" she asks teasingly, dragging out the 'o', however, being the self proclaimed profiler by association she is she doesn't miss the flash of panic on his face before he answers.

"i don't know maybe dinner and shopping?" he replies the statement definitely coming off as more of a question.

"oh baby no!" she practically gasps "you're coming to my place after this for an intervention because that is despicable!"

spencer just looks at her like the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders "you're a life saver Garcia." he murmurs as he sinks back into his chair.

she gets up before saying "i know i am!" and bounces off before stopping abruptly half way across the bullpen and says "remember to bring some spare socks!"

that statement alone fills spencer with utter bewilderment but he knows better than to question THE Penelope Garcia so that night he makes his way over to her place, the spare socks from his go-bag stuffed in his pocket.

"Come in! Come in!" She exclaimed making some sort of techno song as she disabled all her alarms and finally opening the door to the lair.

her apartment is a whirlwind of colours, eccentric patterns and cat themed everything; it wouldn't look out of place in those sitcoms you were hopelessly infatuated with, and he expected nothing less.

As she guides him over to the living room he finally asked "so why are extra socks helping with birthday presents... they won't even fit her..?" to which Penelope beams back with "for a sock monkey!" Like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"A sock what..?" He looks at her, well and truly confused; a rare sight from the resident genius. "monkey!" Garcia finishes as if repeating it again will make it any clearer, and when his expression doesn't shift she lets out a dramatic sigh "just trust the process Einstein!"

The next two hours are a whirl of fabric scissors, sewing needles, wool and buttons. Only pausing for a snack break and for Spencer to cut a loc of his hair off to put in the monkeys heart. but it turns out perfect, thanks to his apparent subconscious dresscode the monkey ended up being an array of your favourite colours, stars, stripes and of course adorable little button eyes; even a little hat, curtesy of Sergio for giving it to the cause. Before he can even thank penelope he's being shoved out of the apartment to 'surprise his prettygirl'

you're woken up that birthday by the smell of coffee and pastries bought by Spencer who has - using the emergency spare key - let himself into your place a half hour before. As you stumble into the kitchen you're met with his beautifully perfect frame even his hair was perfect "it should be illegal to look this good in the mornings" you joke

"good morning birthday girl!" He exclaims after an involuntary eye roll at your prior statement and hands you a metallic silver gift bag:

from which you pull a cute little sock monkey!

"Oh Spencer its adorable!" you gush "did you make it yourself?" He looks down at your beaming face, it was nothing like the smile you got from shopping or jewelry its was pure, and that's more than anything he could've ever asked for. "I had a bit of help" he admits before continuing "but it has some of my hair in its heart so you can hug it when I'm away" its enough to make you cry as you hug him tight, still positively giddy with joy.

"Its the best thing I've ever got and I'm going to keep it safe forever and ever" you proclaim and Spencer kisses the crown of your head. "Happy birthday Princess"

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This is so cute!!

This Night Has Opened My Eyes

Summary: You’ve only been dating for a short while, but you notice your boyfriend Spencer is acting strangely, so you decide to confront him.

Words: 1.3k.

Warnings/Tags: first fic (pls be nice). S1 spencer reid x gn!reader (no use of y/n). established relationship. angst (kinda, not really), spencer is having nightmares, fluff, happy ending.

Note: It took me way too long to finish this. I blame exam burnout, but now hopefully I can write more since I'm freee. l got the inspo to write this when I watched S1E10 but it’s really not that consequential. please let me know if you like it, any feedback is appreciated <33

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Something was wrong. 

It was 3 am, you had to leave for work in 5 hours, but you couldn’t sleep. Bored of looking at the ceiling, you grab your phone. 20 hours have passed since Spencer left for his most recent case in Virginia, but not a single text. 

You’ve only been dating for 3 months, but he has never failed to text you since he began flying out of state for his new job at the BAU. Did something happen to him or…was he avoiding you? 

Come to think of it, he had been acting strange recently. Barely responding when you rambled on about your latest interest, and he barely rambled about his own. 

Thinking back on the call you’d had that morning, Spencer had seemed distant and disinterested. 

Worry claws at you. Both of you had started new jobs and barely had any time together. You had both committed to make it work, and even though it has only been 3 months, you're sure that what Spencer and you have is special. 

This isn’t just a honeymoon phase coming to an end; at least not for you. Still, Spencer's strange behavior makes you think you aren’t on the same page. 

You feel your eyes get heavy, but you clutch your phone…contemplating. Is Spencer awake? Would it be strange to call him? You decide to send him a text in an attempt to soothe your nerves.

You (3:04): hi spence did you land?

Cringing, you drop your phone and cover your head with the duvet. Before you can squeeze your eyes shut and will yourself to sleep, you hear the ping of his reply. 

Spencer (3:04): I’m so sorry, we did land. Why are you still up? You should be sleeping, it's 

3 am, you have work in the morning.

You (3:05): heading to sleep but I wanted to check on you. 

Spencer (3:05): I’ll call you tomorrow, get some rest. 

You (3:05): ok :) gn <33

Grinning, you flopped back on your bed, sleep finally overtaking you, as your worried thoughts melt away.

You just finished work, shivering as you walked to Spencer’s apartment, you tightened the grip around your scarf. Your worries from the night before resurfaced throughout the day, but quickly dissolved as your attention was demanded elsewhere.

Spencer had called you earlier, but the call didn’t last long, and he had sounded distant. But he’d been texting you all day, giving small updates about the case. You noticed long ago how he would carefully leave out specific details, especially the gruesome ones. You never pushed him to tell you, and you weren’t sure if you could stomach it.

When Spencer started flying out, he had nervously asked whether you could water his plants while he was away–to maintain his carefully curated plant watering regimen–and he gave you the keys to his apartment. You had eagerly accepted, taking the keys as a sign of trust and that he really liked you–but you couldn’t help but wonder whether he just needed someone to water his plants. 

Usually, when you entered Spencer's apartment, the meticulous neatness left a warm feeling that enveloped you. But immediately upon entering, you felt a change; the usual spotlessness had been overtaken. Books, papers, and general clutter strewn about. It wasn't terrible, but knowing Spencer, worry creeped in. 

You couldn't let the worry overtake him, you return to the task of watering his plants, heading to the kitchen where the aroma of coffee hits you–nothing new at Spencers place–cups are haphazardly stacked in the sink, a few had been washed in a rush and left to dry, but the sink remains overwhelmed. Without thinking, you open the sugar pot beside the sink. Empty.

When you arrive at the cafe, Spencer is already sitting at your favorite table–in the corner by a tall window, where warm light filters through the tree leaves outside, casting the room in a warm glow. Spencer doesn't notice you; his hands clutch a steaming mug as he looks outside, deep in thought. 

It was the weekend, and your schedules had finally aligned. On your walk over, you had thought about how you would bring up Spencer's strange behavior. You study him as he takes small sips of his coffee, your thoughts wandering back to the stacks of cups in his sink. He drinks the coffee almost desperately with no enjoyment in his expression. 

As you approach the table, Spencer notices you, his eyes light up, and his expression goes soft.

“Hi…” you smile, feeling your face warm when he smiles back, he sets his mug down as you lean over to kiss him, before you set your bag down and sit across from him.

The waiter comes to take your order, and Spencer orders another cup of coffee. 

Once your drinks arrive, you watch as he shovels spoons of sugar into his coffee. You think of the empty sugar pot at his apartment. 

“Spencer…” You start.

Spencer–noticing the sudden shift in your tone–blurts, “I hope watering my plants wasn't too much trouble. If they aren't watered properly and the soil dries, the plants could stop growing or they could start wilting.”

You blink. “No, of course not, I–I don’t mind. I just… I wanted to ask you something.” You stammer, gripping your drink, watching the ripples dance across the surface

“I–of course,” his rambling stops as he turns his attention back to his coffee, stirring in his sugar.

“I wanted to ask you if you were ok.” You look at Spencer, but he keeps his eyes focused on his mug as he stirs the coffee, the clinking of the spoon ringing over his silence. 

“It's just that…Spencer, I saw the mugs in the kitchen and the empty sugar pot. Even today, you’ve been drinking so much coffee–“ you falter “and you’ve been acting strangely” you quickly add. Of course, his job required long working hours and sleepless nights, but you couldn’t help but think the issue went deeper than a simple explanation. “I guess I’m just wondering if you’re ok.”

Spencer picks up his mug, taking a sip as if to avoid answering your question. His eyes are downcast, but you wait patiently, legs fidgeting. 

After a long silence, Spencer sets his mug down. He takes a big breath, “I’ve been having nightmares. They’ve been interrupting my sleep, and that's why I’ve been drinking so much coffee. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but I couldn’t even admit it to myself.” He pauses, searching you’re eyes for a reaction.

“Nightmares? They’re back and they’re getting worse?” Shame washes over you. Spencer had been struggling and all you had been thinking about was yourself–there really had been a simple explanation.

“How…how do you know about my nightmares?” Spencer frowns.

You set your mug down. “I-you had one when you stayed at my place.” You recall, putting your hand to your temple. 

“Oh Spencer, I’m so sorry…I should have figured” lost in thought, you start playing back Spencers behavior, taking in this new information.

“Wait–how come I didn’t wake up when I had the nightmare?” You hear Spencer ask, but you’re too lost in thought to answer.

Spencer reaches out and takes your hand, he says your name, squeezing your hand once and snapping you out of your spiral. He looks at you earnestly repeating his question.

“I don't know, I… well when you started fidgeting I tried saying your name, then… I guess I stroked your hair.” Suddenly, you feel embarrassed. That had been you’re first and only time you’d spent the night with Spencer before you both became too busy. Spencer goes silent, deep in thought.

“I’d like to test something out” he smiles.

You see, the moment his restraint gives way, his expression crumbles as he leans into you. You watch as his breath slows, a peaceful expression on his face as he sunk into a deeper sleep. 

Spencers arm wraps around your waist, his head resting on your stomach. You try to stay perfectly still, but brush your fingers through his hair as you feel the pull of sleep begin to claim you as well.

Hope you enjoyed! I had so much fun writing this. <3

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Hi! So for anyone who sent me a request and I haven't written it yet I'm saving posting it until my summer event is done, so yes I'm working on it and expect it posted in the next week or two.

Also my other ear has been bothering me after the other one literally ruptured and I feel like this might do the same thing (So that might delay anything I'm working on😒)

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WHAT'S IN THE SUMMER READERS PLAYLISTS?

Don't know which reader you are? Take the quiz here!

Sweet suntan!Reader...

✧Busy Woman -Sabrina Carpenter

✧Diet Pepsi -Addison Rae

✧One Of Your Girls -Troye Sivan

✧A-Lister -Romy Mars

✧Supermodel -Sza

Messy Bimbo!Reader...

✧I'm A Slave 4 U -Britney Spears

✧Leave Me Alone -Reneè Rapp

✧Guess -Charli xcx

✧You Oughta Know -Alanis Morissette

✧National Anthem -Lana Del Rey

Iced Coffee Academic!Reader...

✧Second Nature -Clairo

✧Doomsday -Lizzy McAlpine

✧Better Distractions -Faye Webster

✧Happiness Is A Butterfly -Lana Del Rey

✧Slim Pickins -Sabrina Carpenter

Film!Reader...

✧I Want You To Love Me -Fiona Apple

✧Heaven Or Las Vegas -The Cocteau Twins

✧Beautiful People Beautiful Problems -Lana Del Rey & Stevie Nicks

✧Blue Light -Mazzy Star

✧The First Taste -Fiona Apple

Journalist!Reader...

✧Futile Devices (Doveman Remix) -Sufjan Stevens

✧Dreams -Fleetwood Mac

✧Everybody Here Wants You -Jeff Buckley

✧Play Dead Tim Simenon 7" Remix -Björk

✧Brooklyn Baby -Cover by Clairo

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LOVEEE

MISTLETOE | Q. FABRAY

summary: christmas with quinn! what more can i say 🤔

a/n: based on that literal one second scene in a very glee christmas where rachel is singing merry christmas darling and quinn & sam kiss under mistletoe

Snow clung to the windows like frosting on a gingerbread house. Inside the Berry living room, the lights were dim and warm, glowing golden over garland-strewn banisters and a towering tree so perfectly decorated it could’ve been in a Macy’s ad. Frank Sinatra was crooning softly from the record player, and the scent of cinnamon and pine was thick in the air.

You were holding a mug of hot cocoa in one hand, the other tucked into the pocket of your sweater, when Quinn caught your eye from across the room. Her cheeks were already flushed from the cold outside, or maybe it was the brandy that Puck had spiked the eggnog with. Either way, she looked radiant, a burgundy-colored sweater draped over her frame and her blonde hair down in gentle waves.

“Need a refill?” she asked, already moving toward you with a teasing smirk.

You held up your mug, smiling a little, “to the top.”

“Well, let me see that then,” she replied, taking the mug from you and brushing past you to get to the kitchen.

You followed, pretending it was for the cocoa. Really, it was the way she always glanced over her shoulder, like she was hoping you’d chase her. You liked pretending you didn’t notice, just so you could enjoy how pleased she looked when you did.

The kitchen was quieter. Quinn poured a generous splash of Nestlé into your mug before handing it back to you. Her fingers lingered a little too long on yours, her eyes searching your face.

“You’ve got marshmallow on your lip,” she said.

You started to reach up to wipe it away with your sleeve, but she batted your hand and leaned in and kissed you instead, all warm and gentle.

“That’s cheating,” you murmured when she pulled away, eyes fluttering back open with a little smile.

“Call it efficient,” she said, grinning. Her eyes drifted upwards, casually, but then she stopped in place.

Above you, hanging from the archway, was a sprig of mistletoe. Fresh, with a thin red ribbon tied in a bow.

You looked up as well, then you both looked at each other, faint smiles forming.

“Oh,” You managed. It was stupid, but it was all that came out.

Quinn’s lips quirked into a slow, teasing smile. “Well,” she said, voice low, “I think you know the rules.”

“I’m unfamiliar,” You lied, “care to explain them?”

She stepped in closer. “It’s a very serious Christmas tradition,” she murmured, looping her arms around my neck. “If two people find themselves under a mistletoe, they have to kiss. Otherwise…” she paused dramatically, “christmas is ruined.”

“Can’t have that.”

“No. Definitely not.”

You leaned in. So did she. Your noses bumped, and you both giggled, quietly, like you were twelve and getting away with something.

And then she kissed you again.

It wasn’t one of those rushed, awkward mistletoe kisses. It was slow, and it made the rest of the world feel far away.

You felt her smile against your lips, her fingers still tangled in the collar of your shirt.

There was a whistle from somewhere behind you.

“Get it, Quinn!” someone called. It sounded like Santana.

You broke apart, laughing. Her forehead rested against yours for a second as you caught your breath, cheeks flushed in sync.

“We are never hearing the end of that,” you grinned.

“Nope,” Quinn grinned, “totally worth it, though.”

And as the party kept moving around you, and the snow kept falling just outside the window, you stayed under the mistletoe just a little longer, using it as an excuse to kiss.

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The rush of slumber party kissing

Quinn Fabray x Sweet Suntan!Reader

Warnings: Making out.

A/n I've been waiting to use a lyric from naked in Manhattan and the time has come😙

Being invited to have a sleepover with the unholy trinity was strange. You had never had a sleepover with them before, let alone hang out with them out of school, but here you were sitting on Brittany's floor while Santana smoothed out her face mask, and Quinn complained.

"I mean really, Mr Schue needs to stop giving Rachel the solo for once." She laid onto her back on the pillow.

Santana opened her mouth to agree, which you learned would be loud, but thankfully it was interrupted by one of Brittany's questions.

"How did they film jurassic parks after all of the dinosaurs died?" She asked with a genuine look on her face.

Santana answered her as you turned towards Quinn, who now had the bottle of face mask.

"Can I have some of that?" You asked her. Quinn looked at you for a moment, wondering if you meant to flutter your eyelashes or pout your lips when she resisted for a second.

"Here," she passed you the bottle, her perfectly manicured hand brushing yours. Sometimes you wondered if Quinn put all that effort into her looks for someone special, or if it was just because she had to maintain her popularity.

"Thanks!" You flashed her a smile and started to spread it on your face. Quinn watched- admired really, as you put on the face mask with such care. She quickly snapped out of her thoughts and started to brush her hair back out of her face before she started twirling her hair like an idiot.

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A half an hour later, you got up to wash off the face mask. Quinn quietly excused herself, tiptoeing through the hall near the bathroom.

As you washed your face, you hummed along to whatever song you had heard on the radio, or was it a song that Quinn sang last week?

The sound of the bathroom door shutting interrupted your thoughts, making you jump and turn just to see Quinn.

"Hi," you smiled at her and wiped the last bit off of your face.

"Hey," She made her way closer to where you were standing until you could feel her breath on your neck.

"Do you-" you fumbled over your words for a moment before Quinn pressed her lips against yours.

Quinn's lips were soft. You realized why boys always wanted to kiss her and why she was always replying her lip chap.

Quinn moved closer her until her body was pressed flush against yours. You moved one of your hands into her hair, and the other gripped the sink edge.

You both pulled back for air and started giggling until you leaned back in. Unfortunately right then you heard a knock at the door.

"Are you guys okay?" You could hear Brittany's voice from behind the door. "Santana said that we're going to play truth or dare now and Quinn's first." Quinn pulled back and sighed.

"We'll be right there just washing our hands!" She shouted and pressed one last kiss on your lips.

"You mean swapping spit!"

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Chappell Roan has blessed my ears once again🙏🙏

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