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favorite bits of the cast interviews in the LOTR special features:

Dominic Monaghan, Billy Boyd, Elijah Wood and Viggo Mortensen all taking the piss out of Orlando Bloom for going on about a cracked rib too much, while Orlando Bloom desperately tries to wriggle out of talking about it (special mention to Elijah Wood’s “oh it hurts, babes, and I can’t ride the horse, babes” and Viggo Mortensen’s “they can be very fragile, elves, especially the…Mirkwood strain…”)

Ian McKellen commenting that “they never did find any suitable underwear for Gandalf…”

Dominic Monaghan going on and on about how Viggo Mortensen apparently had a crush on one of the Rohirrim extras (who like a lot of the Rohirrim extras was a woman in a fake beard) while Vigoo Mortensen just mutters “one could perhaps say something about Mr. Monaghan’s…proclivities…”

Dominic Monaghan’s imitation of John Rhys-Davies ordering food at a restaurant for the whole cast. “You have partridge? BRING THE PARTRIDGE!”

John Rhys-Davies talking about an incident with the Lothlorian boats and saying “if an elf and a dwarf are in a boat…and…the boat goes under…let us say that the blame was not placed on the elf” while Orlando Bloom splutters “he’s a big guy, man!” 

Elijah Wood talking about how the hobbit actors shared a trailer with Ian McKellen and sometimes they would hear inarticulate bellows of protest from his side when they played loud music in the mornings

Viggo Mortensen talking about how, while filming with those same boats, Kirin Shaw (Elijah Wood’s scale double) started telling him “if the boat tips over…save yourself…I can’t swim.” 

Elijah Wood describing how Sean Astin would try to direct the helicopters to land while they were on location, while the other three hobbits were screwing around and throwing pinecones at each other

Christopher Lee recounting how he had so much trouble going up some steps in Orthanc with his long robe that he stopped in the middle of the scene and said, “I cannot get up these goddamn steps, Peter.” 

Viggo Mortensen mentioning that he left a weekend rehearsal and went walking down the street still swinging his sword around, and promptly got the cops called on him

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The Babysitter

Nestor x Reader

Summary: Emily hires you to babysit Cristobal (this is apart from the actual tv series events) and you and Nestor have some...tension. im bad at summaries ok.

Warnings: no smut just tension lmao. Cursing. Some predatory behavior, nothing beyond that.

Word count: idk tbh its longER tho bc i cant be short im s o r r y.

Hope yall enjoy 💞

The door chimed as you walked into the coffee shop, immediatley seeing Emily beam as she saw you made you loose a tension you didnt know you were holding. After leaving your last job abruptly you had been busy trying to get your shit together and through the struggle you were glad to take a break to see your old babysitter and childhood friend Emily.

"Hey (y/n)!" She stood up, you noted motherhood suited her well. She seemed more at peace now.

"Hey Em!" You looked down to see Cristobal sweetly sleeping in his noteably expensive stroller.

"So..." she seemed eager "I was talking with Miguel and we know you're...well...looking for a new job and place to stay so we thought it'd be perfect if you stayed with us as Cristobals full time nanny."

You were caught off gaurd to say the least "Oh, uh that does sounds great but i dont have any experience really."

"Dont worry well figure it out and ill be there in the beginning till you settle in. Trust me."

You thought you didnt have many other places to go either way and being in a stable enviornment would be good for a change. Fuck it.

"When can i start?"

Nannying was going better than you thought. It helped that Cristobal was more than well behaved but also you kind of had a knack for it. Not to mention the mansion Emily lived in. The only problem from time to time was that asshole with the cornrows. He always blatantly ignored you or just stared at you until you left the room. You thought long and hard about what you did to piss him off and couldnt think of a single thing, so you decided he was just an asshole.

You needed to check with Miguel about taking Cristobal to the park, going to his office you just found Nestor standing next to an empty desk.

"Where is Miguel?"

He didnt respond.

"Where.Is.Miguel?" You ask with more attitude than you meant.

He blinked like he didnt understand.

"Nestor!" You raised your voice

"He stepped out. He'll be back in 10." His calm tone didnt match yours. You instantly felt embaressed to have been rude. Shit.

"Thanks" you walked out wishing you had been more calm

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When you walked in he looked up, thinking it was miguel, to see you. You were wearing that new top he liked. It hugged your curves. The sun was hitting your face making you glow.

Fuck you were beautiful. He wanted to shove the chair out of the way and grab you and kiss you more than he ever wanted anything he knew he couldnt have.

Shit. You looked mad.

"Nestor!"

He gathered his thoughts

He watched you walk out. His stomach twisted that you seemed mad at him. Fuck.

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They were supposed to be gone all day so you were walking around the house, bouncing and humming a hymn to Cristobal in your pjs. He slowly fell asleep as you walked around the stairs to the den, you stopped dead.

You were met with the eyes of Miguel, Devante, Nestor, and a fair skinned man with a lot of jewlery and a shit eating grin as his eyes obviosuly roamed your body. You were just wearing a little bit too short of shorts and a tank top that cristobals sleepy hand was tugging down. You felt your stomach twist and cheeks flush.

"Sorry-I I didnt know anyone was home, he was getting fussy so.." you trailed off as Miguel stood up giving you a look you couldnt read. You looked over to Nestor and he looked upset.

"Dont worry mija we were just finishing up." Miguel said, like he meant it.

"Actually" the strange man stood, still undressing you with his eyes. It was starting to piss you off.

"Miguelito i think we should wait till my party next saturday to...finalize this deal huh?" He said with that same grin.

"Por supuesto" miguel said as he ushered the man to the other side of the room, talking to each other in spanish too quiet for you to decipher.

You felt stuck in your place. You focused on Cristobals breath against your chest. Trying to let it calm you. You noted more of the man. He looked dangerous. Emily told you Miguel was a international businessman and you believed her till you came here. You werent stupid enough to ask exactly what he did but you also werent stupid enough to believe he was just a businessman either.

The men came back and stood in front of you for a beat.

"Hey listen im really sorry i thought everyone was gone-" you started

"No worries chiquita, but do you have a passport?" Devante asked, eyebrow raised

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"Well if im being whored out i mine as well look good right?" You said smoothing down the soft rose gold satin dress as Emily and Dita sang your praises.

"How many times do i have to tell you (y/n) he just told Miguel he wanted to see you at the party, hes not going to do anything and we won't let him anyways." Emily reassured you, doing your hair.

"You're a part of the family now mija, this is our job as the women." You knew that comment was true, you saw it with your own eyes and that made it sting even more.

You were doing it for the sake of Emily and her family you told yourself. Plus you did look amazing in the dress.

You tugged at the zipper of the dress, it wouldn't budge.

"Hey em, can you-" you turned to see nestor at the door.

"I can if you want" his voice was gentle. Not that he was ever callous with you but it felt deliberate.

"Yeah sure" you half whispered, surprised it got caught in your throat.

He walked over. You moved your hair in front as he gently pulled the zipper up. Touching it when he was done. You turned.

"Listo?" He asked

You nodded, following. Feeling a flutter in your chest.

The drive to mexico was beautiful and serene. You mind did wander to Nestor and how sweet he was to you. You wondered if it was a fluke. Maybe he felt sorry for you. You tried not. to feel sorry for yourself.

You arrived to what looked like a castle. It had the guards with machine guns and everything. You found humor in that, as the situation sank in, you weren't scared.

It you were honest with yourself even when Nestor was cold to you, you always felt safe with him.

You all got out of the car, you last, as Nestor helped you onto the uneven stones. It'd been a minute since you wore heels.

"Dont worry." He leaned down to talk close to you, squeezing your hand. You met his smile.

The music was loud as you walked in. People were dancing and the mariachis were amazing. You were thankful to sit next to emily and dita. You felt eyes on you from men and their wives. You tugged your dress up. Definitley not the most revealing at the party but apparently it was enough.

"Its because you are not married" Dita told you, a comforting hand on your shoulder. "They are jealous" She smiled. It didnt make you feel better. You tried to focus on the drink in front of you.

The man from the house yelled joyfully and drunkenly in spanish and started walking toward the table. The men quickly stood up and met him halfway. Ushering him into a private room smoothly. Not before you made eye contact and he winked. You held your shudder.

The night went on and you found yourself almost having fun and forgetting the dangerous people around you.

You went to the bathroom as Devante and Dita danced.

You were looking for the bathroom when you felt a heavy hand on your waist. You jumped and turned. It was the man.

"Hello pretty women" he said with a accent slurred with the smell of strong alcohol that pinched your nose.

You backed up to find yourself against a wall. You started to look for a way out but his hand got harder on your waist, moving to hold your hip.

He leaned in speaking breathy spanish against your ear you couldnt understand on your best day. You took the opportunity to side step, noticing his henchmen about 10 ft away watching, glocks on their hips. The situation sank your stomach. You wouldnt be getting out of here.

"(Y/n) ive been looking everwhere for you." Dita shuffled past the man grabbing your arm and pulling you away. "Miguel needs to talk with you." She said louder than necesarry.

You were at a near jog down the hall. She stopped and turned you when you were safely away but not into the main area.

"Are you okay mija?" She held your hand. You felt tears welling.

"Men like that will ways exist and here, you will find them in abundance. It's important to stay close to us. They prey on the lone wolf okay?" You nodded. She wiped the tear you didnt know you shed.

She stayed with you till you calmed down.

"Brave face mija" she said as you walked back into the room, back to the table. Nestor and miguel were there looking directly at you, worried, trying to read your face. You forced a smile. Understanding what being in this family meant. It wasnt good. It wasnt bad. It was just your life now.

Nestor quickly sat next to you. Emily eyeing you, sympathetically. They were all too smart to not put together what happened. She touched your thigh, you flinched. She removed it. You could see she made a heartbroken face out the corner of your eyr but you couldnt bring yourself to meet her eyes.

"Im okay i promise. Just..shook up" you were honest. She nodded. You knew she felt terrible.

The night continued. Nestor wanted to kill him and he knew how he would do it. He shared looks with Miguel. He shook his head. Not yet. The second you walked out, holding ditas arm like it was the only thing keeping you up his stomach twisted. Rage ran down his back.

When he didnt see that bastard Diego and didnt see you, his mind raced and he was about to go down the hall to kill that fuck when Dita grabbed him.

"You can't. It has to be me." She didnt have to explain. He knew why. It killed him to turn around and walk away from the situation as his mind let dark thoughts in of what he was doing to you.

He kept looking at you, he could see you trying to be brave but under the table your leg was shaking and you were fidgeting with your hands.

"Come outside with me baby" he leaned over so only you could hear him.

You looked over at him standing with his hand out. You were thankful. Did he just call you baby? It sounded good coming out of his mouth.

You took his hand. It was calloused and strong. It calmed you down almost instantly as he led you outside. When people saw him coming they almost fell over themselves to move out of your way.

The cool air felt good on your flushed cheeks. He let go of your hand and led you to the balcony. You leaned on it, embracing the night air.

"Its really beautiful out here, all things considered." You chuckled.

He looked worringly at you, "Thank you Nestor." You grabbed his arm.

Fuck, his name sounded so good in your mouth.

"You're welcome." He watched as you leaned against the balcony. He wanted to touch you, tell you, youre beautiful but after what happened thats not what you needed and he knew it.

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You stayed like that for awhile, in each other's silence. The muffled sound of the mariachis relaxing you.

You felt your eyes getting heavy.

"Dont get tired now its not even 1am yet." You looked over, surprised he noticed.

"Maybe we can just stay out here all night then." You smiled at him.

Fuck he would do just about anything you asked. Crawl on glass in the snow, change your oil, anything as long as you kept smiling at him like that.

"But it's probably best to go inside right?" You sighed.

"I think so."

You grabbed his arm as you walked in, holding onto him and keeping your eyes on the table.

Time passed and you struggled to stay awake, you leaned on Nestor's shoulder without thinking, you froze. He moved over to make you more comfortable, moving his arm around you but not too much. You snuggled in. Damn he smelled good too. You closed your eyes, feeling people looking. Fuck em.

You were stirred up by Nestor rubbing your upper arm "hey, hey, time to go."

You stirred, never really falling asleep but not present for the end. Everyone was filing out slowly.

Nestor was looking over to Miguel and Diego. He shook Miguel's hand. He didn't look away as he put his coat over your shoulders and walked you all out.

You noticed Emily smirking at you, making eyes at Nestor's jacket around you.

You tried to open your mouth

"-Ah." She cut you off. "You don't need to tell me anything." She smiled.

You smiled back, happily getting in the warm car and doozing on and off on the way home, catching Nestor look at you in the rearview mirror made you blush.

You all made your way inside as you felt the emotional fatigue of the day in your legs.

Nestor was waiting by the front door. Not for you it seemed. Just taking a moment.

"Can i be out here with you for awhile?" You asked, ready for him to say anything.

"Yeah."

"Thanks for tonight, for taking care of me."

"I know you can take care of yourself (y/n). I just didn't want you to feel alone out there." He spoke softly, sitting next to you.

You stared at his face for the first time it seemed. He was beautiful. You dared to glance down at his lips.

He followed your eyes. He wouldn't move qn inch on you tonight. He didnt want to chance pushing you but fuck did he want you so bad.

You weren't used to initiating, you could see he wanted you but wouldnt move. You closed the distance, stopping just short to see if he'd react.

His head just barely titled up towards you, you took it and kissed him, you being the one to take control felt good. You wondered if he was usually like this.

He was gentle and sweet and you found yourself appreciating it tonight. You grabbed his face and you deepened the kiss.

You felt brave and stood up and sat down to straddle him. He grunted in the back of his throat as you grabbed his braid he moved his hands to hold your thigh and ass.

The kiss slowed down and he smiled into it. You laughed, dropping your head into his shoulder, touching your lips.

"Wow uh-" you got off him, laughing with him.

"Yeah" he laughed, grabbing your hand. "Let's go inside."

He dropped you off at your room which felt cute and a little ridiculous. It was fitting.

Words failed you and it seemed to him, as well.

"Goodnight." He said softly again.

"Good night Nestor." You replied closing your door, silently congratulating yourself for not dragging him into your room.

Whatever, give it a week. You smiled.

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the first five emotes on your recently used emojis describe you as a person ready set go

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🌱How I made my magic terrarium 🔮🎀

Hello beautiful witches 💞! Now I want to share with you how I made magic terrarium 🌱.

First at all, I used:

🌹Glass form (I picked simple glass form, later it will be easier to plant your plants)

🌸Drainage ( For my drainage I used a small simple crystals, like quartz, agate, carnelian ans others)

🏵Charcoal

💮Plants substrate ( I used the cheapest one)

🌼 Succulents, Cactus

🌻Moss

🌺Crystals

Step 1

After that, when I choosed a glass form, I started with drainage. For my drainage I used a big stones small crystals. First I put down a big stones (you can find them in the forest or park), then a small crystals (2 centimetres over the surface). They will make my terrarium magic.🔮

Step 2

I have a couple of cockatiels, so I used their coal for my terrarium. Add a coal cover the surface.

Step 3

I added a plants substrate and my succulents.

Step 4

Add moss. Moss you can find everywhere: in park, in forest. Bring a bit moss to your home, and left it for a day. After that day if your moss still looks hod you cam use it for you terrarium.

Step 5

Add crystals or other decor into your terrarium.

Some tipps:

💜Don’t mix succulents and leafy plants. Leafy plants needs more water than succulents.

💛Use a long time growing up plants.

That’s all. Thank you for your attention.

Sorry if my english was bad.

Blessed be!

My Insta - herbal_crystalia

Agata🎀

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this is how we irish people react to a hurricane, apparently

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Send me two characters or more and a prompt and I’ll write you a short fic

1. “Are you drunk?”

2. “You’re too young to hate the world.”

3. “I don’t want your pity, I want your absence.”

4. “We’re designed to be disposable.”

5. “There’s blood on my/your hands.”

6. “Could you be any louder?”

7. “I’ve never killed anyone before.”

8. “Your smile is not as bright as it used to be.”

9. “Don’t call me that!”

10. “Please don’t make me socialize.”

11. “Same time tomorrow?”

12. “I’ve been buying the wrong underwear.”

13. “How can anyone not be afraid of love?”

14. “You’re supposed to talk me out of this.”

15. “That was a perfect example of how not to do things.”

16. “If you want, we could go together?”

17. “I have contemplated becoming a hermit.”

18. “I’m alive… I can tell because of the pain.”

19. “Maybe you’re not thinking hard enough.”

20. “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.”

21. “No one has a heart of stone.”

22. “Can I open my eyes yet?”

23. “So much for not getting involved.”

24. “I will if you will.”

25. “My nightmares are usually about losing you.”

26. “I didn’t intend to kiss you.”

27. “Can we go someplace high so I can jump off it?”

28. “I didn’t lose it, I just misplaced it.”

29. “Prepare to be amazed.”

30. “I’m fine.”

31. “Where’s your God now?”

32. “I’d ask you to stay but I don’t like you.”

33. “Something about you makes me want to commit extreme violence.”

34. “It’s not like I missed you or anything.”

35. “You look like a monkey who’s been strategically shaved.”

36. “Everything was fine, until you showed up.”

37. “Can you just shut up for five minutes?”

38. “Never mind, the moment’s gone.”

39. “You’re an idiot. I’ve met smarter sandwiches.”

40. “I believe you dropped this.”

41. “What are you doing in my house?”

42. “I don’t know if I should kiss you or slap you.”

43. “Why are you/we whispering?”

44. “If you really loved me there wouldn’t be a choice.“

45. “I think I made a mistake.”

46. “Shut up, I am a delight!”

47. “I can think of a million places I’d rather be right now.”

48. “Now, just hold on a diddly darn minute.”

49. “It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself.“

50. “Why does anyone have to be naked?”

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Do you write crossovers

I usually write reader x *insert character* so it would depend on the show and prompt.

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Requests are open!

MCU

The xfiles

the walking dead

bones

game of thrones

daredevil

the flash

send me literally anything

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Assassin!reader x Deadpool

Pairing: Platonic

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: Cursing & gore (bc it’s deadpool)

Summary: The reader is sent to assassinate Deadpool

You’d been staking him out for about two weeks now. He was strange to say the least. You’d been watching him from the building across from his apartment which was pretty goddamn grotesque but so was the rat infested shithole you’d been staying in. Luckily he spent most of his time on jobs or doing weird shit in alleys with the local feral cats. You’d been hired by your usual client Mr. Jackson though you were one hundred percent sure that wasn’t his real name you couldn’t be bothered to care. You always delivered and so did he.

Currently, Deadpool was making dinner but was just throwing the entire pot of wet spaghetti at the wall, you sighed. This is how it’d been, you watching him, you got his schedule down for the most part and tonight was the night. You didn’t grow attached to your hits, but you had to admit you were kind of fond of the fucker. He wasn’t a hero but he wasn’t a villain either, you heard he was an annoying dick but he didn’t seem that bad. He was much better than the two men you had to work with.

You grabbed your walkie talkie from the table next to you, “Are you in position Jones?” You said, already rolling your eyes at the expected reply.

“What the hell do you think I’m sitting on this roof for the past six hours to jerk it into the wind?” He said back, laughing at his own joke.

You didn’t respond, “Bennet?” you ask.

“Yeah I’m just jerking off next to Jones.” He chuckled.

“Dude what the hell.” Jones said.

“What?” Bennet replied, confused by his own idiocy.

“Move in.” You command as you grab your bag, pretending like you don’t hear theie comments about how they don’t take orders from you.

Bennet follows behind you as you signal for three, but Bennet breaks in on two.

You huff and grind your teeth down to stop yourself from putting one in him.

“What the fu-” Deadpool shoots up. “Well I have to say I wasn’t expecting guests, excuse the mess.” He pulled out a gun from his couch cushions and began shooting at you and Bennet.

You ducked behind a counter and yelled over the com at Jones “Take the shot Jones!”

You waited for a reply but none came “Jones!” You yelled again over the gunfire

“Sorry (y/n)” Bennet said with a half-smile as he turned to you.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you saw him reach for his gun and point it at you.

“Bennet what are you doing?” You crawl back, hitting your back against the cabinet.

“You’re the target. Mr. Jackson’s orders.” He cocked his gun as you moved quickly to run.

“Hey! It’s only fun if you play along!” Deadpool said in a child-like voice as he came around the corner. “Oh.” He said as you ran past him, ducking behind a beaten to hell lazy boy chair.

Then you heard shots break through the windows, tearing bullet holes through the chair and floor around you. It was Jones shooting at you from the roof. That son of a bitch.

“You know it’s pretty rude to come to someone’s home and treat them like they’re not even there!” Deadpool said with a huff as he plopped down, on a chair with three legs in the corner of the room.

You pepped your head from around the couch and shot at Bennet who was ducking up and down from the counter. “Bennet you son of a bitch! Come out and face me!” You yelled.

He emerged from the counter, he was an idiot but he was a good shot and you’d have to get his gun away if you wanted to survive and you sure as hell wanted to survive so you could kill Mr. Jackson.

“Hey, what’s going on? You want to get out of here an grab a bite there a great Mexican place-” You turn to see Deadpool crouched next to you, face inches away from yours, you jump and elbow him in the face, knocking him on his ass. “Hey what the hell?! Okay fine! We can get Thai!” He said as he rubbed his nose.

“Not now!” You yell back, rolling from behind the chair to the couch, flipping it over and firing another shot, hitting Bennet in the shoulder.

“Hey, I get this may be a bad time but I’m just saying they have like 4.5 stars on Yelp and-” Deadpool was at your side again.

You look at him in confusion and frustration and he tilts his head as a reply. “Okay, you’re right. I’ll be back.” He leaned in closer to your face as you moved back instinctively “I have another gun under the coffee table.” He whispered in a heavy handed seductive voice as he then nodded to himself and he ran out of the apartment.

You pushed away the interaction and focused again as bennet started shooting through the couch, barely missing you.

You roll out and fire again, hitting him in the ankle as he fell to the floor, grabbing his knife and throwing it at you, hitting you in the shoulder you cried out as you closed the distance, jumping on top of him and landing blow after blow to his face, digging in your knees to his arms so he couldn’t move.

“Why?! Why does Jackson want me dead?!” You lift him up by the shirt, starring at his eyes that are now swelling and bloody.

“You know how it works (y/n). We’re all disposable. Your time was up.” His voice made your stomach twist. You never liked him but you knew his words were true.

You got off him as he coughed up blood and groaned, not daring to get up as he knew that you were far from done.

“I got this one!” Deadpool said as he ran in the room, throwing Jones to the floor who looked to be knocked out. “Whew!” He said as he wiped away imaginary sweat from his masked forehead. “Now I think we deserve same food after that.”

“You’re kidding right?” You ask genuinely confused

“You like Mexican right? You always go to that burrito place down the street.” He said

“Wh-” you started

“You thought I didn’t notice you all stalking me? I mean, I truly was flattered but the anticipation was killer.” He starred at you as you tried to recall the feeling of being watched but you couldn’t.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” He said, moving around the men to the table.

“I have to go.” You said moving towards the door, remembering Jackson.

“So soon?” You heard deadpool say as a shot followed, you half ducked down as you turned around.

“Jesus Christ!” You let slip out in surprise as blood exploded from Bennet’s head as Wade held the gun over him.

You watched as he shot Jones’ kneecap as he screamed in pain. Deadpool dropped down, grinding his knee into Jones’ knee, “Hey buddy, beautiful night isn’t it? Me and my dear friend (y/n) were hoping for a nice night out on the town. Look at some nice street lamps, throw pennies at people wearing sunglasses, you know what I mean. But before we can do that we have to visit a Mr. Jackson so we can kill him game of thrones style. Do you know where we might find him?” He nearly growled the last part as he dug in his knee harder as Jones screamed.

“I-I-” He began to lie.

“Sorry what?” Deadpool moved his head closer.

“He’s at his office! He’s at his office! At the pier!” He screamed, wriggling under Deadpool.

“K thanks.” He stood up as Jones breathed in relief deadpool pulled his gun and shot him in the head.

You didn’t look away.

“Shall we?” Deadpool said, offering his arm.

You scoffed but it came out as more of a laugh as you walked past him and down to the car that was supposed to be for the three of you.

“Shotgun!” Wade yelled as he raced against no one.

You had no idea what the hell you were thinking but maybe that was for the best.

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Hurt/comfort dialog prompts

Send me a number with a ship and any other details you want

1. “Can you please come and get me?”

2. “I’m at the hospital”

3. “Hey, don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself”

4. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

5. “You’re burning up”

6. “No, don’t cry, I hate it when you cry”

7. “Because nobody cares about me!”

8. “Because I care about you!”

9. “You look sad”

10. “Please, don’t leave me alone”

11. “Oh god, you’re bleeding”

12. “I heard you scream. Nightmares again?”

13. “Hey, just look at me. Breathe”

14. “Hold my hand. You’re going to be fine”

15. “You need to eat something”

16. “Stop telling me you’re okay”

17. “I don’t know where I am. Help me”

18. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

19. “Don’t touch me!”

20. “I could just use a hug”

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PLEASE MAKE THE POET AND THE GENIUS INTO A SERIES THAT MADE ME COMPLETE

Haha thank you so much! I'm coming up with ideas for it right now and will begin the next chapter tomorrow.

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Slow it Down

Gender: female

Bruce Banner x reader

Warnings: sex. Also, pretty slow (?) No plot really. ((pure trash. I’m the trash man.))

There’s little Bruce content and even less Bruce smut. I’ve never written Bruce before or smut but trust me, A  l o t of thought has gone into it.

Summary: You and Bruce have been together for a couple of months but you two haven’t had sex yet, just fooled around. He’s very cautious of letting the other guy out and hurting you but you’re determined to get some ass tonight. (I’m sorry. I don’t know how to write a summary for smut besides to say “yall are fucking” ok). 

 You rolled over in bed, you’d been doing this for what seemed like hours waiting for Bruce to come to bed. You were in the STARK tower, as you both had been staying there will he was busy working with Tony on a new technology for SHIELD. You two have been in a formal relationship for a while but you were close for a long time before that.

You huff in frustration, which was likely just sexual frustration.

You didn’t think you were a sexual person until you got with Bruce and hadn’t had sex in 6 months. You took care of yourself and he would too go down on you from time to time but you ached for the feeling of him inside of you. You’d been intimate in other ways. You knew the darkest pieces of him, and he you but goddamn you were horny all the time and you were going crazy.

You then got the idea of going down to the lab and getting him. You’d wrestled with the idea before but his work was important to him and if you dragged him into bed every time you ached for him he would never get anything done.

You jump out of bed and put on your matching black underwear and bra that was only comfortable to wear for about an hour but you promised yourself that is all you needed. You put on workout shorts that you only bought because they made your ass look phenomenal and a loose shirt that cut low into your chest. You put on perfume that you knew he liked and tousled your hair around, trying to make it look like you just had sex. You looked around the room that had minimal decoration and decided to light a couple of candles. You tried to not feel ridiculous as you did so. You looked in the mirror and laughed at yourself but this was the best idea you could come up with. You prayed to god that Tony wasn’t in the lab to see you.

You then walked down the hall to the elevator and pressed the button to go to the lab

“Oh Ms. (Y/L/N). You’re up late, are you feeling well?” JARVIS quipped over the elevator intercom, making you jump slightly

Before you could answer he came back on with “I checked your vitals and you appear well. Your oxytocin levels appear to be higher than normal but-”

You blush and quickly cut him off “I’m fine JARVIS, thank you. Just going to check on Bruce.”

“Oh. Well, Dr. Banner has been working in the lab for a consecutive 9 hours. Mr. Stark told him he should go when he left, roughly 6 hours ago but he refused.”

You already knew what he would look like; shirt half untucked, hair tousled from him running his fingers in it when he got frustrated, his glasses slightly crooked, and about 7 cups of coffee scattered around the lab.

“Okay JARVIS, thank you for looking out for him.”

“Always Ms. (Y/L/N).”

Then the elevator doors opened to the lab and he didn’t seem to notice as his head was bent over paperwork, his body clearly tense. You made extra noise as you walked in, to not alarm him.

“Hey Bruce” You say gently, walking up behind him

“Hmm” he said in reply, not looking up

You second guessed your plan, seeing him so in the zone of whatever the hell he was doing made you feel selfish for wanting him so badly to be with you.

You decide to sit on a lab stool next to him as he continues tinkering with some sort of high-tech looking gun.

“JARVIS said you’ve been working for nine hours baby” You say gently, resisting the urge to reach out and touch him. The way he looked; so concentrated in his work, mouth slightly opened and hair messy wasn’t helping your urge.

“I’m almost done” He replies

“Can’t you finish tomorrow?” You ask, walking behind him and starting to rub his back softly, deepening the pressure as he pushes back into your hands and sighs deeply.

You take that as a yes and press your body to his back as you reach up and start kissing his neck

“(y/n)” he said like a warning

“hmm?” you reply, teasing him

He turns to face you and you take the opportunity reach up again to kiss his lips. You want to do it forcefully, to slip your tongue into his mouth, to get as close as you can but you don’t. You kiss him softly and gently, wrapping your arms around his strong back.

“Can you come to bed, please?” you whisper against his mouth

“I know what you’re doing” he whispers back with a smile, slightly lifting the hem of the back of your shirt to rest his hands on your lower back, gently pulling away to gesture at your appearance.  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Doctor” you say, pushing against him and into the lab table behind him, making a soft grunt come from his throat as you kiss him again, the way you wanted to before.

He pulled away gently, “(y/n)” he breathed

“We can go slow. I’ll stop whenever you tell me to. I promise” You say in a serious tone, looking into his cautious eyes.

“The problem is I don’t think I’ll be able to tell you to stop” He said, half serious.

“Please just try with me Bruce. I need you” You say, pressing your hips into his, feeling his growing hardness, causing him to close him eyes and drop his head.

“Not here” he says into your neck as he starts to kiss it.

You don’t say anything as you pull away, grabbing both of his hands, feeling him watch you as you lead him to the elevator, pressing the floor to your room.

You start kissing him slowly and sweetly. Desperate to make him comfortable. He moans into your mouth as you run your fingers through his hair and tug it gently.

“Dr. Banner I’m glad to see you out of the lab”

You both chuckle and peel off of each other and out of the corner of the elevator.

“Thank you JARVIS” Bruce says, blushing slightly.

“You’re welcome sir. I believe something is burning and Mr. Barton and Ms. Romanoff appear to be yelling. I will go assist them.”

You heard the sound of the intercom click and look over to Bruce and you both burst into laughter, feeling like a parent just caught you two making out like teenagers.

The elevator opens and you make your way to the room. You open the door as Bruce chuckles

“Wow, all of this for me?” He asks, teasing you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I wanted it to be special for us. The candles are too much?” You ask, pulling him with you, as you walk to the bed.

“They’re perfect” He says as he leans down to kiss you as you two slowly fall onto the bed.

Your kissing turns heavy and deep as you both become desperate for closeness of the each other. His breathing becomes heavy as he pulls away, closing his eyes.

Your stomach twinges, feeling bad about going too fast.

“Sorry” is all he says, eyes still closed

“Don’t be” You say as you pull him down again, gently, not kissing him, just guiding him to lay down.

“You’re so beautiful and I’m ruining it” he says as he reaches up to run his fingers through the ends of your hair.

You lay down next to him, he rolls to his side to look into your eyes.

“You’re not ruining anything. I thought it was going pretty good actually.” You smile and he does the same.

“Do you want to stop?” you ask honestly

“No, I’ll control myself.” He says, kissing your forehead

“Let me. I don’t want you to have to worry tonight.” You say, climbing onto his lap. You lean down to kiss him slowly, readjusting your body as you move your hands across his chest and arms, unbuttoning his shirt every few moments.

You move from his mouth and start to plant kisses on his chest and stomach, stopping when you feel his breathing get heavy.

“I’m sorry. I haven’t….I haven’t in so long I just-” You cut him off with a kiss.

“I know. Stop worrying.” You whisper into his ear. “This is good for me” you say with a quick nibble to his neck causing him to chuckle.

You guide him to sit up and you pull his button down off and grind into his lap, causing his head to go into the crook of your neck as you run your fingers through his hair.

“Keep going” he says into your neck

With that you move back and take off your shirt, you’re about to go for your bra too when he stops you. You think he wants to stop all together when he pulls back but he just stares at you lustfully taking in your figure. He then moves to start kissing the rounds of your upper breasts, sliding his hands up your sides and to your upper back to unclasp your bra and throws it to the side off the room.

He quickly pulls you even closer and harder into him as he takes your breast into his mouth, his tongue flicking your nipple you let out a moan and grab at his shoulders, grinding down into his lap desperately.

“Bruce” you moan into his strong shoulders

“Take your pants off” he commands, driving you crazy

You quickly move off of him and take your shorts off, leaving just your underwear as he does the same.

He then pulls your arm, guiding you back onto him and then quickly flipping you onto your back and dropping his crotch into yours, grinding against you.

You grab up and pull his neck down to kiss you, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him into you, feeling his erection throbbing against you

“fuck (y/n)” he says, pulling away to take deep breaths into your neck

You untwine your legs from him and just pull him close to you, comforting him, rubbing his bare and muscled back as he holds himself up against your body.

As you felt his breathing slowly steady you starting placing slow kisses onto his jaw as he breathed deeply. You waited for him to stop you and when he dosen’t you began tracing kisses down his jaw, down his neck and scooted down the bed until you were down to his stomach.

He then tugged at you as he rolled onto his back. You were then back to your previous position of straddling him, as you grinded into him, kissing him deeply

“Are you ready?” You whispered hungrily, looking into his eyes

He didn’t respond and you started to climb off when he tugged at your panties and smiled, you sat up and tugged them off sloppily.

He started to writhe underneath you, so you quickly pulled his underwear off as his erection come out you looked up at him and he nodded. You climbed back on top of him and his hands went to your hips, guiding you down onto him.

His loud groan as he entered you made you moan in pleasure

“Come here” he said as he sat up, pulling you with him as you opened your legs more.

Your collective breathing was heavy as you waited for him to steady and he impatiently bucked his hips into you, you smiled as you rose from him slightly and slowly fell back onto him. His eyes shut tightly and you didn’t know if it was him trying to remain in control or because of the pleasure but you couldn’t hold it anymore as you began to ride him.

His head fell back as you went painfully slow but it felt so good, he felt so good; the feeling of him inside of you, seeing him moan in pleasure and whisper your name and strung together curses of how good you felt.

“Go faster” he breathed heavily

“Bruce” you were cautious

“Please (Y/N). I need you to go faster. I need you to fuck me.” He looked at you with hungry eyes that made you bite your lip to hold in a moan. You’ve never seen him like this and it was really turning you on.

With that you pushed him down onto his pillow as you began to quicken your pace of rolling your hips, going up and down onto him. You closed your eyes and you felt your stomach tighten.

“Bruce I-” you were struggling to catch your breath as he began to meet your pace and thrust his hips into you.

He grabbed your hips tightly and you got the message to fuck him harder as you put more force into your body as you lowered onto him.

“Fuck. Bruce. I’m going to-” you breathed heavily, struggling to remember how to speak

“Come for me (y/n). I want to feel you come around me” He said, pulling you down for a sloppy and deep kiss as he quickened the thrusts, reaching between you to rub at your clit.

“Fuck bruce. Fuck. Oh god.” You nearly screamed as you orgasmed, your body trembling as you grabbed onto him.

“Don’t stop (y/n). Please don’t stop” he gasped out as he moaned and you felt his heat in you.

You kept riding him as he came and you bent down again to kiss him, still feeling your orgasm linger.

You fell to your side, sweaty and breath heavy you both lay on your backs.

“That was-”

“Yeah” was all you could manage as you both laughed

“Come here” he said gently as he tugged you towards him, both of you rolling onto your sides to see the other.

“Thank you” he smiled at you

“Did you just thank me for sex Bruce?” you smile and stifle a laugh as he does too

“No I mean” a blush rises to his cheeks that you find adorably ridiculous considering a minute ago he was just moaning your name.  “Thank you for doing that for me…the way you did it.”

You didn’t know what to say so you just reached up and kissed his lips gently again.

“I love you” You said onto his lips, kissing them again.

“I love you too” he replied, sending shivers down your spin as he kissed your lips like it was the first time.

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The Poet & The Genius

I got this prompt in August and I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten around to it. I just started college and am trying to adjust. Anyways, here is the fic. All poems used is by Keaton Henson. He’s amazing and inspired me. Check him out. He feels like Spencer.

Pairings: ReaderxSpencer

Prompt: Anonymous asked: HI! Can you please write a spencer one where he falls in love with y/n who is a poet. Like he falls hard for her and he can't concentrate, and of course she falls for him too xx

Word Count: 3,743 (I know)

Warnings: none really.

PS: I feel like a dick for taking so long to write this so if you guys like it feel free to message me and i’ll make it a series. 

Summary: You work at a coffee shop during the day and do the open mic night poetry at night. One day Spencer decides to drop in and as he’s reading and drinking coffee he hears your poem and becomes intrigued with the beautiful poet.

 The coffee shop Spencer usually goes to after work or a tough case closed down last week. He did everything he could to help the owners and close friends of his but he couldn’t win. In hopes of finding a replacement he went on a walk on a late and cold October afternoon and came across a coffee shop/ book store. He didn’t have a case anytime soon and was desperate for a place to rest his mind over a good book and coffee. When he walked in he was consumed with the inviting and familiar smell of fresh brewing coffee, the quiet rumblings of customers, light conversations, pages turning, and keyboards being tapped. He looked around at the small but quaint building, the floor was rustic wood and so were the tables with mix-matched chairs, the walls covered, floor to ceiling with shelves of books old and new. He believed he found his new home. He was suddenly cut out from his trance at the sound of a voice.

“Are you here for poetry night?” A warm, feminine voice asks.

“Oh no, I’m actually just here for the coffee and books” He said half sheepishly, embarrassed he was caught in his awe of the cafe.

“Sorry, you just look like the type. Well, welcome anyways. What can I get you?” She asked kindly, smiling up at the man.

He placed his order and found a cozy booth in the back corner with a single chair across from it, it didn’t seem too packed so he decided it would be okay. He quickly got his coffee and sat down, opening parliament of fowls, yet again. He was about 300 lines in and ¾ done with his coffee when the lights dimmed and he looked up to noticed the tables in the front filled with people facing the stage which now had a mic stand and a young women standing in front of it, eyes closed, breathing deeply.

The crowd quietly whooped and cheered her on “Come on (y/n)!” “let it flow through you!” various people yelled as she calmed her breathing. Spencer may have left or even just continued reading and drinking his coffee but there was something about her. The way her chest rose and feel like the air around her was one with her, the way the light shone off her face and body. He didn’t easily notice women, not like this. His mouth opened slightly as he licked his lips and closed his book, looking at her in amazement.

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You opened your eyes and looked out into the barely lit room. This was the first time you preformed this poem and the nerves got to you like when you first started poetry. You heard your friends in the audience and felt ease and calm. You breathed another deep breath as you began:

“Grow up with me. Let's run in fields and fear the dark together. Fall off swings, and burn special things, and both play outside in bad weather.

Let's eat badly.

Let's watch adults drink wine and laugh at their idiocy.

Let's sit in the back of the car,

making eye contact with strangers driving past,

making them uncomfortable.

Not caring.

Not swearing.

Don't fuck.

Let's both reclaim our superpowers;

the ones we all have and lose with our milk teeth.

The ability not to fear social awkwardness.

To panic when locked in the cellar;

still sure there's something down there.

And while picking from pillows each feather,

let's both stay away from the edge of the bed,

forcing us closer together.

Let's sit in public, with ice cream all over both our faces;

sticking our tongues out at passers by.

Let's cry.

Let's swim.

Let's everything.

Let's not find it funny lest someone falls over.

Classical music is boring.

Poetry baffles us both;

there's nothing that's said is what's meant.

Plays are long, tiresome, sullen, and filled;

with hours that could be spent rolling down hills,

and grazing our knees on cement.

Let's hear stories and both lose our innocence.

Learn about parents and forgiveness,

death and morality,

kindness and art,

thus losing both of our innocent hearts,

but at least we won't do it apart.

Grow up with me.”

The words flowed through you as you spoke; closing and opening your eyes, feeling the adrenaline and familiar strength surge through you as you spoke your purest of words in a room full of people. As the last words left you, you opened your eyes and looked out to the crowd of familiar and friendly faces and smiled.

They cheered, clapped, snapped, and hugged you as you walked by. They were your family of poets, the best family you’ve ever had.

You walked to the counter with a smile on your face. “Hey Angie, the usual” You smiled at your friend.

“That was amazing (Y/N), really. You just get better and better. The room was electric.”

You look down and smile. “Thanks Ang.”

“Soo” she teases, as she moves behind the counter making your coffee “Who was that one about?” She asks, knowing you don’t like telling her but you laugh anyways at her persistence.

“Actually, no one in particular. Just someone I would like to know, but don’t.” You reply honestly.

She nods solemnly as she caps your coffee and hands it to you.

You look around the café and catch the eyes of a young man with mussed hair, glasses, an almost funny scarf, and what seems to be a knitted sweater and dress pants. He quickly smiles and look down. Normally you would be the one to do this to someone else and am surprised when you find yourself on the other end. He’s handsome in a very un-typical way. The kind of face you could look out for hours and never get bored. 

You chuckle at how far you let your mind wander over this complete stranger.

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He watched as you spoke, saw the way your body moved with the words, the way your lips curled at your words, the sway and outreach of your hands. He found himself not being able to think anything. Not able to read you, or maybe he didn’t want to. You were a perfect mystery of magic and beauty. He was captivated by every word of your poem, feeling it run through his body, sending chills down his spine as he felt himself smile at your words.

When you finished he imagined himself walking straight up to you and professing his love for you right then. Promising to be the person to fulfill the empty places of your poem. He surprised himself at the idea, he prided himself on being rational and logical but now he found himself falling in love with a perfect stranger, as he watched you walk over to the counter. He looked at you from above the rim of his book and couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with the barista. He found himself grateful that you weren’t in love with the person of your poem.

He suddenly made eye contact and silently cursed himself for starring at you and probably making your uncomfortable. He snapped his head back down to his book. But he couldn’t focus on reading when all that was in his head was images of you.

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You decide to sit at a table near him, sneaking a peak at him while you sit down with your coffee, watching as other poets went up to the mic and spoke their words. You smiled and laughed and tears welled in your eyes in all a span of 20 minutes. This is why you loved poetry. It made you feel alive, something you’d always struggled with. Poetry was your cure, even if it was only temporary.

“Excuse me?” You hear from behind you. You wouldn’t normally turn around at the sound but you felt that it was directed towards you.

You turn around to see the beautiful stranger smiling at you. You decide you should walk over to his table about 5 feet away, you don’t know what came over you but something in you wanted to be closer to him. To hear what he sounds like.

“Uh…hello. I just wanted to say, or tell you that your poem was absolutely breath-taking and beautiful.” He said, half looking down, half looking at you from above the rim of his glasses.  

“Oh wow, thank you so much…” You waited for him to say his name

“Spencer, Spencer Reid” He stood and shook your hand to which you couldn’t help but chuckle at the formality.

“That’s a great name. (Y/N) (Y/L/N). It’s nice to meet you, do you usually come here? I don’t think I’ve seen you.” You sit down, trying to read his reaction to your bold move. He just smiled and you felt a flutter in your stomach and a blush rush to your cheeks.

You just learned his name and all he did was smile and you felt the exciting kind of nerves you hadn’t felt in years.

“No, actually the place I usually go to closed down so I’m looking for a new one. And they didn’t have poetry so…it’s different but I like it.” He said as you gazed into his golden brown eyes. God he is beautiful was all you could think as you looked down at his full pink lips as they moved.

You then realized he stopped talking and was apparently waiting for you to reply, “Oh yeah, uh, this place is great. Poetry night is every Thursday and I work here as a barista every day so I’m a bit biased but it doesn’t feel so much like work” You say, looking into his eyes again that watch you carefully, like he really wants to hear what you have to say.

“Oh well then I guess I should come by more often” he said. He even seemed surprised at his own flirtation as you chuckled.

“Yeah you should. We mainly just get regulars. It’s a great atmosphere…and there is my sales pitch” You laughed nervously, finding yourself talking more about the damn place you work than yourself, not even thinking to returning his flirtation.

“Well I’m sold” He said with ease and a soft smile. You both shared a gentle laugh and the silence that followed after seemed more like a normal sort of thing than awkward.

Jesus Christ, you though to yourself. What was happening? You were completely infatuated with this man you just met and all you’ve done is talk about coffee.

“What are you reading?” You question, tilting your head to read the bind of the small book.

“Oh, Parlement of Foule” He lifts the book to your view.

“Ah, Chaucer.” You reply.

“You’re a fan?” he asks, seemingly to be genuinely intrigued.

You laugh nervously, “Well, I read it in a particularly painful lit class so the memories aren’t so fond but I do love his works, but I haven’t read that one. What is it about?” You have read it. You’ve read it about 7 times but you loved hearing him talk, loved watching him lick his lips and the way they curved when he was holding back an excited smile and the way he looked deep into your eyes with pure enjoyment as he shared his knowledge.

“Well, it’s actually one you would probably like” that made you smile “In it, Chaucer is actually talking about the poet's feelings about art and love. He says that life is short but he finds poetry hard to learn and just reads it for his enjoyment since he cannot master it. Much like he can neither master love but he’s obsessed with it so he write love poems. Then it gets really interesting when he find an old book that he then reads all day long…”

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You watched him tell you about a poem you already knew about but watching the dim lights of the room flicker across his eyes and he smiled and looked at you, you didn’t have to force the smile on your face. Making sure to nod along as he seemed to get to key points of the poem. You felt like the two of you were the only ones in the room as he leaned into you and away as he told the story you smelled him. He smelled amazing, like coffee and leather bound books.

His speech slowed as he ended his story telling and finished “and that’s really why it’s so interesting for its time and for the theme of Chaucer’s works.”

“Yeah that sounds amazing.” You say as you feel Angie walk up to your table.

“Refill?” she asks, smiling at you with a knowing look and you communicate with your eyes to stop it right now.

You feel Spencer look to you and then answer “yes please”

“Alrighty, coming right up” as she takes both of your cups and walks away.

She walks up and places your drinks down as you both thank her “Oh is that Parlement of Foule?”

Shit.

“(Y/N) loves that poem!” She says eagerly but coolly as you feel your entire face become bright red and you drop your face

“Oh shit. Oh. I messed something up.” She says and quickly retreats as she mutters “sorry” over and over as she nearly runs back behind the counter

“I’m so very sorry” you say as you lift your head in embarrassment to Spencer who is chuckling at you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew the poem already” His smile was goddamn adorable as he bent his body down to be at eye level with you.

“I just…I” Were you really going to say what you wanted to?

Fuck it. It can only go up from here right, you thought to yourself.

“I just like to hear you talk” You said, forcing yourself to look at him as you did.

He seemed to be genuinely taken aback by this “Really?”

“Yeah you uh, you have a nice voice and a nice way with words.” You say, trying not to sound as shy as you felt. “Sorry, I know it was stupid of me and I’m usually not the type of person to play dumb but I-”

You nearly choked at the feeling of his hand covering yours and lightly squeezing it.

“I don’t get that often. Or, at all really” He said “thank you. I didn’t think you were playing stupid” he said

Your heart raced by the warmth of his hand on yours and the way your body lite up at his touch, and the way he kept bending his head down to make sure he looked into your eyes. You felt your breath hitch in your throat. You never felt like this. You never acted like this with someone you just met but it didn’t feel wrong. It felt far from wrong. You trusted Spencer. You didn’t know why but you did. You wanted to be in his presence so badly it hurt your bones.

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He didn’t know why he felt brave enough to grab your hand

Maybe it was what you said. That you liked to hear him talk. No one ever told him that before. He knew people grew tired of his ramblings, even the team. He knew they didn’t love him any less for it but to hear you say that made his body feel alive.

He bent down to look at your beautiful eyes. You kept looking down and he wanted to make sure you knew it was okay to look up. That you should because he had never met someone so electrifying and magnetic in his life.

You wanted to kiss your soft lips that you kept biting and licking at. He wanted to be the person in your poems. You wanted to hold you for hours and hear you speak words of poetry into his ear.

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You spent the next four hours talking but it felt like time stopped. You took turns looking at each other and looking away shyly as you shared your intimate passions. What kept you warm. What made you get out of bed. What you parents were like. What you hoped to be like. What you were. What you weren’t.

It was apparent neither of you ever shared this much usually but this time was different because he was Spencer Reid. He felt like home and safety. His hand moved away and back to grab you, as did yours.

Your conversation halted as Angie approached the table again. As she did you both looked around to see the café was empty and it was eleven o’clock at night.

“Hey guys, sorry but we’re closing up.”

“Oh shit. Sorry Angie. I guess we lost track of time” you said as you looked over to Spencer who was watching you still.

“Guess we should get going then?” You asked.

“Guess we should. Thank you so much, it was great” he said towards Angie who smiled back and returned to closing

You both grabbed your stuff and said goodbye to her as you walked out into the chilly October evening and you immediately started shaking.

“Oh here” He said, taking his coat and putting it around you. As he did you were consumed by the smell of him, warm and cozy.

“Thank you” you smile up at him, realizing how tall he was and how beautiful his stature was for the first time. “Do you live around here?” you hoped the answer was yes so you could go together.

“Uh yeah actually, off Manderly and 8th” He replied, looking in the direction.

“Oh, I live off Main and 3rd” they were in the same direction but about 20 minutes apart. It was far from a small town so it was unlikely you would’ve ran into each other any other time. You liked to think you would remember a face like his though.

“Well, do you need a ride? I would hate for you to have to walk in this weather” You offer, hoping he takes it.

“If you’re sure. I’m used to walking or taking the metro so I don’t mind.” he said

“Oh, absolutely, my car’s this way” you motion in for him to follow you as you hastily jump in the car in hopes to warm it up as quickly as possible.

“Whew” you say and shiver as the heat begins to go through the car.

You pull out of the parking lot and head toward his place first, you play the CD you have, Dear by Keaton Henson. “Hope you like it. I have a tendency to play the same music over and over again till I burn out on it but this album never does.” You say, turning down a street. His presence in your car makes you extremely aware of your body.  

“It sounds beautiful. I’m more of a fan of classical myself” He says, teasing you because of the line in your poem ‘classical music is boring’.

You look over to his mischievous smile and burst out laughing “Oh god, really? I’m so sorry.” You say, trying to be serious but his laughter makes you laugh even harder.

“No, it’s perfectly okay. It’s not for everyone” he says through his laughter

“Oh no. I was apologizing that you actually like classical music” You tease as you look over to him. You both erupt into laughter again.

Shortly, you arrive at his apartment and you pull to the curb and get out to give him his jacket.

“Thank you” you say as you hand it to him.

“No problem (y/n)” your name on his lips drove you crazy

You both smile in the silence that falls over the two of you.

You walk to the door you stare up at him as he looks down at you, you feel your bodies enclose the space as you tug your head towards his. His hand slipped around your waist and pulled you against the warmth of his body. He placed both hands on your face as he gently kissed your lips and you felt it in your knees.

You stringed your hands to the back of his neck and twisted your fingers into his hair like you’d been imagining all night. You both pulled at each other, desperate to be close.

He pulled away and rested his head against yours and breathed a smile and you followed, out of breath.

“The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne, Thassay so hard, so sharp the conquering, The dredful Ioy, that alwey slit so yerne, Al this mene I by love…” Spencer spoke the poem into the crook of your need, sending your stomach spinning and heart fluttering.

You breathed out pushing your cheek against his soft and structured face, turning your head to lay a kiss on his check and jaw.

“Goodnight Spencer Reid.” You say, forcing yourself to remove your hands from his body as you walk down the steps of the stoop of his apartment.

“Goodnight” you hear him nearly whisper as you got into your car and he turned into his apartment.

You felt like you were inside once a poem you read about and scoffed at, cynical of love but now you weren’t so sure. Now the poems that spoke of a love so deep and consuming reminded you of Spencer’s smile, the warmth of his hand, the taste of his lips.

You were whole.

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Hey guys I'm so sorry I'm behind on requests I moved into college a month ago and am trying to adjust. I'm working on them now and am doing another Spencer series off of the request that he falls in love with the reader who is a poet. Thank you all so much. It will be done and posted this week.

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I just wanted to say DOUBLE BOOKED WAS INCREDIBLE 💕💕💕 you're an awesome writer! So many spencer feels ☺️☺️☺️

oh my god thank you so much! This really means the world to me. I’m so glad you enjoyed it.

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Just finished all the parts for Double Booked. I hope you all like it. I know it goes off a little bit but I hope no one minds too much. I’ve been writing all day and I feel very meta typing this right now so I’m going to take a break from writing criminal minds fics and go watch criminal minds. Thank you again for the request to do a part two flwrofassassination !

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Double booked Part Four (finale)

Part one: (x)

Part two: (x)

Part three: (x)

Pairing: ReidxReader (actually in this part, heavily)

Word Count: 1,250

Warnings: None really

Summary: You’re checked out in the hospital and on the plane ride home the reader and Reid finally have their moment. 

At the hospital they check you all over again, the pain making you curse and you demand for them to let Morgan be with you through the exams, x-rays, stitching, and the orthopedic surgeon relocating your thumb and making a cast for your arm because you evidently fractured three of your fingers and two of your knuckles on your right arm. You get a splint on your thumb to keep it in place.

The team arrives shortly after and once the doctor clears you to leave, because you made it clear you would not being staying at the hospital overnight, you try to run out to the team but the nurses make you go in a wheelchair and Morgan sure enjoys mocking you as he pushes you towards the waiting room where the team jumps up to greet you.

You immediately see Reid in the back of everyone with stiches in his head and is standing, favoring his right side.

You hear Garcia and look over to Prentiss who is holding a laptop, facing you and you see Garcia on the screen

“Oh my sweet child! Are you alright? I wanted to come down but they said they’ll be back by morning anyways and oh, sweetheart. I already made you some soup and bought your favorite ice cream. They only had pints so I got four of them and I put your favorite movie on your computer and-”

“Penelope,” you cut her off, smiling widely “Thank you so much. It means a lot.”

“I’ll see you in the morning darling! If you need anything just ask Morgan!” You all laugh and so does Derrek at his voluntold orders.

“Sure will Garcia”

Prentiss closes the laptop at Garcia’s goodbye and love you as she clicks off the screen.

They all go to hug you one at a time, ending up being a big group hug in the middle of the waiting room of a near empty hospital.

“So do we all get to sign your cast?” Emily jokes

Everyone chuckles as Rossi hands her a pen.

“Can we go home now?” You ask, looking towards Hotch whose hand was still on your shoulder, squeezing gently

“The jet is already, ready. Wheels up in 40” he smiles as you all make your way to the cars. Morgan still pushing you to the car as you all walk together. Reid hangs back and walks next to you, you look up at him as he’s looking down and smile at him. You want to grab his hand to hold but the drugs the doctor gave you for the pain are making you drowsy, the last thing you feel is Morgan picking you up from the chair and placing you gently in the car. You feel Spencer’s body sit next to you and your hand goes to his, still keeping your eyes closed. He returns the grip and squeezes your hand gently. You swear you could feel him smile as you did too.

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You wake up to Spencer whispering, gently into your ear

“(Y/N), it’s time to go” He starts tugging at you gently, leading you out of the car.

“Déjà vu huh” You say, laughing at your own joke, delirious from the medication. “Get it? Because at the hotel?”

He laughs louder than you were and says “Yeah, yeah. I remember.” He leads you to the car, carrying your go bag.

You smile as you lean into him more than you needed to, resisting the urge to reach up to kiss his jaw as you climb up the stairs to the plane.

You plop down on the couch, giggling for no reason other than the pills making you feel really good

“Those pills working (y/n)?” Rossi joked

“oooh yeah” you laugh as you lay down on the couch, watching Spencer turn his head to see the situation and laugh with you, along with the rest of the team.

JJ squats down next to you, brushing the hair out of your face and handing you water to drink. Being motherly was something you really loved about her. “Here (y/n), you need to drink okay?”

“Sure thing JJ” You smiled back at her

Hotch was the last one on the plane and he rubbed your shoulders as he walked by, taking his seat in the back with Morgan, across from one another. Rossi, Prentiss, and JJ in the four seats, area, where Reid was about to sit when you made eyes with him.

You quietly, and what you thought to be discreetly even though it wasn’t, motioned for him to come sit with you. You sat up to make room for him as he sat right next to you.

“How are your ribs?” You ask him, seriously

He looks down at the clearly weird way he is sitting and smiles, slightly “They’re fine. Just bruised and a slight fracture on one of them. My head is all clear too.” He smiles at your concern.

You look at him and hide the sadness in your eyes for him, you lift your hand up and gently run your finger near the stitches on his cheek. You want to kiss him so badly but the time isn’t right. He gently takes your hand from his face, closing his eyes, and kissing your bandaged hand, holding it against his face for some time he kisses it repeatedly and softly, making you melt. Now you are truly, holding yourself back from kissing him.

You stay like that for a while as the plane takes off and the team all slowly falls asleep but you two stay up. Gently tracing each other’s new and old scars. Looking into each other’s eyes and laughing at yourselves. You start to lean into him more and more, trying to avoid his ribs, you end up lying your head in his lap, looking up at him as he traced shapes into your arms, stopping from time to time to run his fingers in your hair, sending shivers up your spine. You played with his hands, grazing your fingers up and down his arm to his fingertips, interlocking your hands for moments at a time.

Soon your eyes started to feel heavy and he noticed, of course he did. He always noticed every little thing you felt. And in that moment you felt it. He started to play with your hair and rubbing small circles into your back. You felt yourself about to sleep when he shifted, bending down towards you, you suddenly felt his lips on yours. Warm and soft. The kiss was sweet and short. You opened your eyes to look at him and saw his light brown, nearly amber eyes gazing back at you. You smiled and sat up slightly, reaching for his neck to pull him back down to you again, your lips meet again and you felt it throughout your body, you were desperate for his warmth as you deepened the kiss he started smiling which made you both laugh.

It was left unsaid but you both knew you were laughing at the fact that two days ago you would’ve never thought to grab Spencer Reid’s neck and pull him in to kiss you, but here you both were with stupid smiles on your faces, laughing.

You slid back down to his lap, resting your head, as his hand went back to your hair and back. You smiled at the feeling. You were falling back asleep when he whispered:

I love you.