I Love My Family!

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spencer reid

carry the weight of you

good night moon

two millimeters

all yours if you want me (18+)

hard to love (easy to be loved)

wine or wine not (18+)

fingers crossed (18+)

if you keep asking

close to home

like i would (18+)

the many names

hit me baby one more time (18+)

porcelain doll (18+)

take a seat (18+)

hair tie (18+)

the prophecy part 1 part 2 part 3

surprise songs

castling

you say ‘what a mind’

you've got a 9 to 5

how you talk so sweet 18+

one of me is cute, but two though? 18+

how dare you think it’s romantic

stargazing

undone lace (18+)

exile

under the mistletoe (18+)

bright lights

santa doesn’t know you like i do

glory of the snow {18+)

hypothalamus (18+)

i can do a lot with 15 minutes (18+)

void

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The noise has everyone startled but none like Jason. It was just specific enough that it resembled a very distinct clang of metal that brought forth a memory that was the wrong kind of surreal. Jason jumps up from his seat, hands flying up in front of him. His breathing is heavy and his body is tense as he braces for pain.

Dick immediately jumps into big brother mode, though knowing he’s never had much success before with Jason. He holds his hands out in front of him on reflex, like he’s ready to restrain a frightened animal.

Jason shoves him out of the way (expected). Jason lumbers over to you and wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your neck (unexpected).

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” Your voice has lowered significantly and Dick can barely make out your words. He guesses that was probably the point. He clocks that Jason's breathing is heavy and he’s trying desperately to nudge you out of the room, likely wanting to be out of sight of his brother. You hold him steady though, cupping his face in your hands. Jason's head drops into your shoulder, holding your forearms to keep him anchored. One of your hands wraps around the back of his neck, rubbing soothing patterns against his skin. His chest starts inhaling faster with very little exhale and his grip on you tightens.

“Breathe, Jay.”      

Oh don’t tell him that, he does not like hearing that. The last time Dick tried to comfort him with those words he ended up getting clocked in the face.

“Breathe. In…Out…” he does as instructed, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, repeating as told. It doesn’t take long at all for his breathing to revert back to its normal pace, posture relaxing.

…What?

Dick stands there dumbly, watching his little brother not only allow but embrace blatant affection. For once, he has nothing to say. He’s not even sure he can think right.

There hasn’t been a single moment since Jason returned that Dick had even had the chance to consider him being happy, in love. He’d come back so full of anger and resentment that it was borderline impossible to see through to any of who he used to be. A carefree, jovial kid. He’d hate to say it, but even after Jason came back to life, he thought that kid was still dead and gone. Everyone did, but…this is gentle and delicate. This is a side of Jason that he mourned and made his peace that he’d never see again.

But now Jason picks his head up and kisses your cheek, whispering something before pulling away. You murmur back to him softly, and Dick can only make out the word ‘water’ from his place across the room. Jason nods slowly, reluctantly releasing his hold on your wrists as you head out of the room.

He slumps into an armchair nearby and barely meets Dick’s stare before averting his gaze, muttering something like “Fuck off,” Dick just blinks, thoroughly thrown by the Jekyll-and-Hyde-like change in his brother’s attitude. He opens his mouth, though no noise comes out.

You return promptly, glass of water in hand. You give it to Jason, leaning lightly over the arm of his chair. He downs the water quickly, setting it on the coaster next to him and pulling your full weight onto the chair, holding you close. You look over at Dick, who’s still staring at you like he just saw the Easter Bunny walk into the room and steal a lamp. 

“What?” you ask him curiously, lacking all of the snap that he usually hears with the question from his brothers.

He stammers, “Uh…” Jason looks up at him, glaring. “Nothing.”

You tilt your head at him, silently inquiring about what he’s thinking. Dick ignores your gaze, turning back to his cards that had fallen somewhere in the course of the ado.

You furrow your brow and turn your attention back to Jason, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He lets his head lull to the side and rest against your shoulder.

You move your hand higher up in his hair, “Do you want to eat? Just a banana or something?”

He blinks, eyes heavy, “Yeah, I’ll—” he stops you from standing up again, rising to his feet himself. “I’ll go, it’s alright.”

He exits the room sluggishly and you redirect your gaze over to Dick who’s once again focused intently on the cards. You move over to where he’s sat on the ground, crouching on the opposite side of his pyramid-in-progress. “What was that look for?”

Dick blinks up at you, not sure that it’s in his best interest to answer that question. “Um…just surprised me.” he gets out, “How fast you got Jason to calm down.”

You sit back on your heels. “Oh. I guess so.”

Dick shakes his head quickly, “No, that was honestly like a magic trick. How did you do that?”

You gape at him, “What do you mean?”

“I mean one time he pulled a gun on me when I tried to hug him. More than one time, actually,” He grimaces. “So did you, like…brainwash him or something? It’s okay, I won’t tell him, it clearly worked.”

You laugh, not acknowledging the at least partial sincerity in the question. “He’s just difficult to warm up, you know that.”

“Yeah, yeah, but I could leave him in the toaster oven for ten years and he still wouldn’t warm up to me like that.”

Your smile is accompanied by the raise of an eyebrow, “Well I’m not his brother, so that would be part of it.” You pick up a fallen spade from the floor, setting it atop his scattered pile. “I mean we live together, I’d be pretty ill-suited at my job if I couldn’t at least get him back to baseline by now.”

He squints at you, “You live together?”

You waver awkwardly, “..He said he told you.”

He smiles at that, genuinely, “Anytime Jason says he told anyone in this family anything, he’s lying.”

The call of your name from the doorway has you turning around, smiling. Jason holds his hand out to you and you happily cross the room to take it. The second you’re by his side he picks up the armchair throw pillow with his free hand and chuck it at Dick, successfully knocking him in the face and knocking his half-remade tower to shambles.

cw: elf king gojo 18+, angst, violence, blood, murder, political betrayal, emotional trauma, grief, death, war, manipulation, power dynamics, grief and loss, miscommunication, fantasy, elves, merciless king, dark themes, etc

The sound of hooves against the compact dirt awakens you from your slumber, mind still hazy from sleep as you begin to stir awake—only to be met by the sight of a man with his bow drawn, the arrow’s sharp point resting against the very tip of your nose.

Before you stood the Elf King himself—Gojo Satoru—a figure of whispers and gossip among the townsfolk. He was infamous for the relentless murders of hundreds, if not thousands, of humans—any who dared to trespass upon his sacred lands.

The Elf King, Gojo, stood tall before you, his silhouette carved by the blazing sun’s glory.

He was—is—a merciless king.

His hatred rooted deep within his soul—a resentment held tight in his heart ever since the day his very clan was wiped out by the likes of humans—the likes of you—during the Great Elvanor War.

A war so brutal that blood bathed the streets, children clinging to their mothers and fathers, forced to witness the wrath of the king. Dividing the humans and elves for eternal life.

And all of it—all of the bloodshed and anger—spurred on by a mere miscommunication; the defamation of your parents.

Your parents, renowned agents sent to Elvanor on a diplomatic mission, were framed for the massacre of the King’s clan—only to be unrighteously assassinated, meeting their untimely demise. A scheme carefully orchestrated by the government to enact war against Elvanor.

And now, you were here, baring your soul in search of the truth, to bring justice to your family back home—unaware that your journey to Elvanor would lead to your entangling with fate and unintentionally drawing the affection of the Elf King.

The gold of Gojo's crescent sigil gleamed under the sun’s glory, his cerulean eyes fixed on you as you shifted helplessly, slumped against the tree trunk.

Your clothes and hair lay in tatters, a testament to your travels. The world around you wavers and your ears ring—until finally, your eyesight clears, and the beauty of the Elf King graces your vision.

"Preposterous," the timber of his voice rumbles, echoing in the crowded forests as the trees shrink under his authority. "You humans—so pathetic and weak… and vulgar."

He lets out a scoff, a sound both cruel and yet amused as his gaze flickers over the ruined state of your garments.

And you—helpless—left to cower under the wrath of the King as you attempt to right the wrongs against your family.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐒 — do not copy, translate, repost or modify my works on any platform.

one and only

Just a teacher leading his students to be the new generation of sorcerers ✨

SYNCHRONICITY

the simultaneous occurrence of causally unrelated events and the belief that the simultaneity has meaning beyond mere coincidence.

summary: after months of inexplicable coincidences, spencer reid realizes the universe is screaming at him to confess his love for his best friend.

content warnings: best friends who are in love with each other , sort of bubbly!reader , no use of y/n , a/n: this idea came to me when i was rewatching season 11 and spencer was talking to tara about synchronicity !! and i loved the idea of it so much i decided to write this small series <3 it's also a big THANK YOU for 2k !! i couldn't be more grateful to all of you <3 also please keep in mind that i'm just a silly teenage girl writing fanficiton so i'm no scientist - this is literally just a series based on a youtube video i watched and a bunch of wikipedia pages i read </3 i hope you like it !! <3

part one: alert synchronicity

part two: confirmation synchronicity

part three: prophetic synchronicity

part four: manifestation synchronicity

part five: opportunity synchronicity

as an avid drawer of jason todd art, i’d like to imagine that Reader would create Red Hood merch. It started by releasing fanart through the internet, setting up digital merch, then onto physical merch.

they become an icon in Gotham.

What will they release next? Did u see the new merch drop? I want that new pin!

Gothamites whisper with one another in their string of merchandise. Wondering who was this anonymous artist?

It becomes a big hit and suddenly it gets to the point where the batfam roll their eyes at the absolute Red Hood empire it created. But what can they say? They don’t know where it originated, it could be Jason, himself, for all they know.

What hasn’t he done?

Then there sits Reader, hunched in their desk chair, in house slippers wearing a Red Hood emblem shirt and one of Jason’s shorts that is way too big. Comfy, unbothered, receiving a good morning kiss from Jason after returning from a night of patrol.

They save their work, shut off the computer, and climb into bed with a freshly showered boyfriend and sleep the morning away.

Not only are they compatible in personality, but their schedules too. An artist that has a hectic sleep schedule and a vigilante that isn’t any different.

Cheat, cheater, pumpkin eater

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Siren!Tall!Fem!Reader

Premise: Mark just began his relationship with Eve, so why is he never looking at her?

Extra: I love the cheating trope where reader is a homewreaker, so here we are. Haven't watched invincible but the guy is hot. Ergo this story of him cheating on his GF.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no description of reader other than being tall.

General Warnings: Smut, blood, cannibalism?? (Only reader eats ppl), canon-typical violence

Rating: 18+

Status: On-going

Current word count: 4.6K

Oh, Angels have pink hair.

A Giant Woman.

The moon is silver! I like silver!

And you? What would you do for love?

I have all the characteristics of a human being.

There is no real me. Only an entity.

I simply am not there.

To be added on Tag list: !(•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑/Gen Masterlist

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄, 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 ! j.todd x f!reader

you hadn't realized the extent of the mess until jason turned his head. the light played over the faint smudges of lipstick along his face, neck, & even on his collarbone(so much for leaving only two or three lipstick marks). it was marvelous in unintentional vandalism, & he was gazing at himself in the mirror, with an expression of amusement.

"alright, artist," he muttered, tilting his head to the side. "mind telling me why i look like some kind of abstract painting?”

you stifled a laugh behind your hand as you leaned closer. "i guess i got a little… carried away?"

"carried away?" he turned to you, eyebrows raised. "you were marking me up like a kid with a brand-new box of crayons."

his teasing tone made your face burn. "i'll wash it off, i'll wash it off." you said, taking a towel off its rack. jason caught your wrist, stopping you.

"hold on," he said, frowning at one particular smudge beneath his ear that was so bold & red you could see half of it from across the room. you watched in amusement as he gently touched it with one finger. he grinned. "red. like blood, almost intimidating."

you blinked. "what are you trying to say?"

he shrugged, slouching back against the sink. "i'm saying if you keep decorating me like this, i might just keep one or two for effect. bad guys don't mess with the guy covered in battle scars &… lipstick art."

you couldn't help but roll your eyes in amusement. "oh, sure. nothing's more terrifying than a man with kiss marks all over his neck."

"don't knock it till you see it in action," he said, with a growing grin. "but next time." he tapped your chin lightly. "you better warn me before you turn me into your canvas. i've got a reputation to uphold."

"reputation?" you teased, crossing your arms. "as gotham's most qualified lipstick model?"

jason groaned, pulling you into his arms as if it took no effort whatsoever. "keep it up, & i'll leave a few smudges of my own. fair warning."

you couldn't help but laugh as you hid your face in his chest, the low rumble of his chuckle vibrating through you. hilarious, ridiculous, & utterly jason peter todd.

a few moments, your laughter—gone, you lifted your eyes, looking up to him with that sly grin for yours plastered on. "at least you officially became the 'red hood.’"

jason narrowed his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched. "doll…"

you let out another laugh making jason sigh & pulled you closer.

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Yup. I think I found the faces for them.