#but i'm kinda leaning towards young justice

[hypewinter]

Dan gets mistaken as Danny by his teammates. He tries to explain he's not Danny but they don't believe him. Instead they jump to the conclusion that he's Danny who's somehow being brainwashed. Because that makes more sense of course.

[lovelybrooke]

I'll wait for you (Yandere Honkai Star rail x genshin!reader).

A little bit of backstory on the reader based on the vision you guys picked a while ago. Based off this concept here.

Also, I could be entirely wrong on how you get a vision, hydro or otherwise. From the research I did, characters with hydro visions worked hard to achieve an ideal version of themselves of the world, which ties into their sense of justice (i.e.: Childe training to be stronger to serve the Tsaritsa's justice). I could be wrong but just bear with me.

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"And this is where I'm from, you see that big tree, right there." You use a finger to point to the middle of the map you laid out, towards Sumeru. Out of all the things you appeared in this strange world with, your map of Teyvat was most precious.

Yanqing's eye become saucers, a loud gasp escaping his mouth. He stands on his toes, trying to get closer to the map. "What is it called?" He questions, excitement dripping out of his mouth with every word.

You smile at his child like wonder, "It called Sumeru, it's the land of the Dendro Archon." You've told Yanqing enough about the Gods of your world for him to have a basic understanding of them. You'd often recite parts of Teyvat's history to anyone that listen and listen Yanqing did. He was the only one still interested in your stories.

Suddenly you hear footsteps, turning your head to see Yanqing waving Jing Yuan over. He takes slow strides towards you, standing next to you with a subtle smile. He leans over, placing a hand on your back as he examines the map that's spread across his table. "What are you two doing."

"They're showing me where they used to live." It was a simple sentence, but it filled you with sadness. Sumeru was still your home. Regardless of how long you've lived with the Astral Express crew, you feel alone in the vast cosmic ocean, desperately wishing to return back.

Jing Yuan lets out a hum, gazing at the map with an unreadable expression, but his lips were stuck in a thin line. Despite the anxiety it sent through your body, you ignore his expression in favor of feeding into Yanqing's curiosity.

"Yeah, I even got to study at the akademiya before getting my vision." Yanqing's raises a brow, tilting his head in confusion as he looks at you.

"You've mention that before." He said, referring to your vision, "they're like paths, are they not?" You nod, feeling Jing Yaun's eyes stuck on yours.

"From my understanding, yeah." You lean over to roll the map back up, feeling Jing Yuan's hand leave your back, which prompts a small, unnoticeable, sigh from you. "They're gifts from the Archons, usually given when someone faces adversity in some way."

Your words reinvigorate Yanqing, he runs over to examine the glowing blue vision attached to your clothes. The orb swirls with color, reflecting in the wide eyes of the young boy.

Jing Yuan's deep laugh breaks Yanqing out of his daze, his cheeks heating up with embarrassment. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in how you obtained yours." Yanqing nodded furiously, pulling you towards a seat to sit down.

"Yeah! How'd you get it?" You were plopped down in a seat, to overwhelmed by Yanqing's excited ranting to protest, "Oh--was it a battle? That would be so awesome!" You shook your head, not noticing Jing Yuan sitting next to you.

"No, nothing like that. In fact, it was kinda boring." You raise your hands to calm him down, slightly guilty you didn't have an extravagant story to tell. Yanqing doesn't relent, words tumbling out of his mouth so quickly you can barely understand what he was saying.

"Yanqing, calm down." You heard Jing Yuan say, his words harsh but lacking any animosity. In an instant, Yanqing quiets, looking more embarrassed than he was before.

You jump when you feel a buzzing on your side. It takes a second before you can locate your phone, pulling it out from your pocket. You fumble with it for a while, still not used to the strange devise even after weeks of using it. Right after unlocking it, you're flooded with messages from Dan Heng, March 7th, and Stella, all telling you to come to the Express before it leaves for Herta's Space Station.

"Sorry guys, I have to go." You say as you stand. Yanqing's face falls while Jing Yuan nods. You wave goodbye before heading off, your mind still on the earlier conversation.

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"(Y/N)!" You shook awake, shooting up when you finally come to your senses. Blinking your eyes a few times at the harsh light, they focus on the person in front of you.

Alhaitham.

His face was like stone, not moving, even as your mouth widened into a yawn. You look back down, cringing at the small bit of drool left on the table, using your Akademiya uniform sleave to wipe it away.

"You slept through all class." Alhaitham said blankly, causing you to groan. You're going to have to get notes from a classmate, already knowing Alhaitham wouldn't have any. Damn him and his eidetic memory.

You stand, grabbing all your book and tucking them under your arm. Without waiting for Alhaitham, you speed out of your class, ready to get back home, unable to hear the yells coming from your friend behind you.

"(Y/N)! Wait!" He's right next to you know, slightly panting from having to catch up to you. You side eye him, still speed walking to your next class.

"Have you submitted the forms yet."

Oh right, the Driyosh forms. You've been wanting to become a traveling researcher for a long time now, unable to quell the ache that was your need for adventure. You love the Akademiya, but you need more, and you doubt you can learn just from sitting at a desk.

You nod to him, "Yeah, I got them right here." You pull them from your stack of books, Alhaitham barely waiting a second before snatching them from your hands. He hurriedly scanned them over, eyeing every letter with an increased sense of distress you were unable to detect. His hands gripped the paper tighter as he read your reasoning at the bottom of the page.

Please state your reason for wanting to switch academic course of study:

"I've felt cooped up and able to learn by simply saying at the Akademiya. I believe taking sometime out of Sumeru will help me widen my knowledge on the work."

Alhaitham didn't understand your reasoning for leaving, but he knows nothing was going to change your mind. You were stuck in your ways, unable to see past your goal once you set your mind to it. You've always talk about wanting to see the world, ever since you were children. But he somehow never realized that it would mean leaving him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" You don't respond, just nodding as you take the papers from him. His hands were left burning and his mind was fuzzy as you entered into your class with a wave. Alhaitham knew that by the end of the day, your papers would be submitted and there would be nothing he could do to stop you.

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"Mondstadt, that's so far!" Kaveh yells, getting a groan from Alhaitham. You giggle, ignoring Alhaitham's annoyed expression.

"Yeah, I know, but it just the right time, y'know?" Kaveh doesn't say anything, his face somewhat downtrodden. You don't see it for long before he's grasping your hands, pointing at Alhaitham in anger.

"How dare you leave me with him! I can't handle it." He sits back down with a huff, crossing his arms, "why are you even leaving?"

"You know Kaveh, the Akademiya is restrictive. I want to see the world." You take a bite of your food, sharing a small look with Alhaitham. It was impossible to read his expression. "I want to learn from the locals around Teyvat and teach people about the world. I want to make the Akademiya better." Your eyes were bright, filled with hopeful stares that managed to put both the boys at ease.

Alhaitham thinks you can do all that here, in Sumeru. The House of Daena has a ton of books about the Seven Nations and their people. You could learn the same thing here, but Alhaitham wasn't going to tell that to you. He wasn't going to ruin your dream, regardless of how mad they made him.

Kaveh smiles, he's happy for you. He really is. As long as he doesn't think about it for too long. He wishes he could go with you, but he knows this is something you have to do on your own. Maybe when you return home, you'll tell him all the wonderful things you've seen on your adventures, and he'd be happy once again.

The conversation that night never went back to you leaving, the two boys being unable to except it. Even as you left their shared home, and it was just them, they both never acknowledged that you would be leaving their lives, hoping that when they woke up, they'd see you in the morning.

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Alhaitham hasn't seen you in years. Your given traveling period extended days, months past the time you were instructed to return. After a year past, Alhaitham assumed you weren't returning.

The entire time you were gone, you only contacted him once.

It was a letter sent to his desk at the Akademiya when he started working as Acting Grand Sage. The letter was light but weighted a ton the more he simply looked at it.

It took his forever to open it, slightly afraid of what it was going to say. After what felt like eons, he swallowed his fear and ripped open the letter.

Dear Alhaitham,

I hope this letter comes to you in a timely manner. I heard that you've become Acting Grand Sage! Congratulations! I'm super proud of you Alhaitham. I know you haven't heard from me in a while and you're probably wondering why I'm contacting you. That's a fair question, and honestly, I don't have an answer.

After exploring all around Teyvat for years, I've realized that there is so much more to learn. I've learned much more in these few years than I have in the Akademiya, and I feel way more fulfilled.

Did I tell you I finally got a vision? It was right after that last diner with you. I got back home, and it was on my pillow. How crazy is that? It's a hydro vision, and I'm still wondering why out of all the gods, why was it the God of Justice that recognized me. I should just be grateful, shouldn't I?

I hope you fix a lot about the Akademiya, Alhaitham. There is so many problems with it, and so much good it could provide if its eyes were opened to the beautiful world around them. The songs, the art, the stories, it's all so fascinating. I know you've never really been a fan of all that stuff, but I just think it'd be great, wouldn't it?

I think that's why I've spend a lot of my time as a teacher. I want knowledge to be spread all throughout Teyvat, have people know about the world around them. But even I'm still learning. Maybe once I return, I could become a teacher. That would be fun.

Anyway, I promise I'll be home soon, so just wait for me, okay Alhaitham?

Sincerely, (Y/N).

Alhaitham didn't make a sound, simply closing his eyes. He promised that he'd continue to wait for you. Regardless of how long it takes.

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"(Y/N)" What are you thinking about?

"Nothing March, let's get going."

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A/n: could you tell I like Althaitham?

[teacuptoast]

Hollow Spectators

Relation: Young Justice x platonic! gn! reader

Warnings: Kinda angsty Idk how to describe this, character injury(ok yeah it's angsty), language

Words: 1.0k

Summary: "Everyone wishes they had superpowers but I’d give anything for them to leave me alone.”

A part 2 loosely based off of Dead or Alive or Neither

A/N: I DID IT!!!! I POSTED!!!!! Anyway, I'm really happy about how this turned out! I've even got an idea for a part 3 if anyone is interested. I hope you all enjoy and please consider leaving me some feedback once you're done with the story!

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The worst part was that they would follow him around like lost puppies. Always by his side or a short distance away, like they were afraid they would lose him. Tragically, they were already lost.

The Graysons were a rowdy bunch. It made sense that they’d been a part of the circus, always trying to brush hands with death. Unfortunately I never got to see the family business, though Dicks showed me a few photos here and there. The smile that would paint his face when he talked about his childhood only got brighter as he got older.

He still missed them; can’t imagine he wouldn’t. Though despite his youthful tragedy, he’d grown into quite the gentleman. I wanted him to keep growing. That’s why I couldn’t let them talk to him.

“Please, please, let us talk to our son,” She weeped, drifting closer to my seat at the counter. 

It was just Dick and I in the watchtower. Being on watch duty was never a particularly exciting event, but he made it bearable. He’d mostly spend his time cooking or looking through files while I tried to ignore his overbearing parents.

Despite what they think we’ve never been anything more than friends, I’d even go as far to him my brother. He needed an older sibling and I gladly took up the position. We’ve spent a majority of our teen years together, celebrating together, and grieving together. I’d even stayed in the manor a few times. He was the little sunshine I needed in my rather gloomy life.

“You're selfish and shallow. Let us talk to our son,” as Dick passed me a glass of water I thanked him softly, not bothering to look at the hollow spectators. Nodding back he leaned against the counter and we slipped into our usual conversation.

Talking about everything from the weather to his new job with Will. I didn’t even flinch at the hateful comment thrown towards me. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t heard before. I soon started to talk about myself and my pursuit of my master's degree. Through the conversation I watched Dick start to bite the inside of his cheek.

That that was a nervous tick of his, one that only happened when he was about to drop a bomb on me.

“You're a monster. You don’t deserve to have the meta gene. You're no hero.`

My concentration on our conversation quickly broke. I knew they were trying to piss me off, and they sure were doing a good job at it. Trying to casually glance at them my eyes hardened. They were standing where Dick was, next to the open cabinet of glassware. “You don’t deserve this, you don’t deserve to know our son-”

“I’m going to propose to Barba.”

Almost as if I forgot there where there I turned back too look at him.My face widening to a grin, as he nodding back excitedly like a little kid. He was going to marry the love of his life. He was going to be so happy-

Before I could finish my thought, I felt a dense pain consume the side of my face. Following the impact on my head, the shards broke into smaller pieces, respectively knocking me off the stool. Hitting the floor I was too shocked to brace myself for impact, meeting the glass shards that had fallen down just seconds before. A large ground left my mouth.

As soon as my eyes carefully reopened I looked towards the culprit, “You pasty son of a bitch.” I didn’t get another chance to look at them before Dick covered my view. He cradled my neck in his hands and spoke words that I could bother hearing. I was more concerned with the looming desire to sleep, or how the hell his mom was able to throw a vase at me.

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“We swept the entire building. Every camera, every sensor, even every air vent. We would have seen them if they had come into the Watchtower.”

Groaning awake I found myself surrounded by familiar heroes dressed in black. Dick, or well now, Nightwing, sat on the chair beside me while Batman stood at the foot of my bed. Next to him were Robin and Spoiler as Barbra entered through the door. They continued to theorize about my attacker for the next few minutes while I patiently listened.

After hearing the most obscure of theories I decided to sit up in bed. It was anything but comfortable; I just wanted to look at least a little presentable. Placing a hand on my wrapped forehead I looked to the man himself.

“Did you know who it was who attacked you?” He asked me. 

‘Yes. Yes I did. It was Dicks parents who refused to move on while they had the chance and have now grown bitter. Apparently bitter enough to throw a vase at my head. I have no clue how they did that by the way. Did I mention she is snickering behind you Bruce? She is enjoying the hell out of this. Wait sorry, you don’t know yet do you, I CAN SEE DEAD PEOPLE! AND I'M LOSING MY MIND OVER HERE BECAUSE I CAN’T GO ANYWHERE WITHOUT HAVING SOME NOSEY, SELFISH, ANNOYING SON OF A BITCH FOLLOWING ME AROUND-’

“Did you?”

“Batman, can I have a word with you? Alone?”

Their family turned from me to Batman, curiously awaiting his answer. It didn’t take long though before he started pushing them out the medbay door. I let my gaze drop into my lap, not knowing if I was ready to tell him or not, though he beat me to the chase.

“Your meta genes have activated. Haven’t they?” His eyes were cold as he questioned me. To him I was now an unpredictable variable and Bruce doesn't like things he can’t control.

“They’ve always been activated,” I started, “Though they’ve never been useful. Everyone wishes they had superpowers but I’d give anything for them to leave me alone.”

“Who’s them?”

“They’re everywhere. A few of them are in the watchtower as we speak. Though the worst ones always follow my friends around. They’re dead and angry and won’t leave me alone…I just want them to leave me alone.”

A/N: How was the story? Got some feedback? Let me know in the comments. Thanks for reading and I'll see you soon!

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

Oh a new ship game! Hope I'm not too late ;-)

I present to you: Bond/Ms.Hudson and Moran/Liam

Ship It - Bond/Ms. Hudson

@lledron also asked this!

What made you ship it?

Irene "she's just so cute I had to tease her" Adler! Particularly in retrospect after the transition. Wow, James, little boy pulling pigtails on the playground much? (Disclaimer that more recent attempts to teach children the importance of consent from a young age and to move away from telling girls "he's mean because he likes you" are good things. But I do still find this trope cute in fiction.) But also just...they are very fond? The reunion, how easily Miss Hudson accepts James and is just happy to see him safe and well and they kind of boop their heads together omg the adorableness?!

What are your favorite things about the ship?

I don't really trust myself to be the one to do it proper justice and handle it correctly, but I think someone more educated than myself and/or someone who is trans could do some interesting things with issues of gender and age and the time period. Miss Hudson is older -- likely old enough to be considered an old maid. In her own way, she is defying the expectations of womanhood in her time: she is a single, childless land-owner making her own way in the world. There might even be a bit of a stir if she took up with a younger man. She and Bond have very different life experiences, but they've each defied the assumptions they were born into, and them navigating the ways they are different and the ways they are the same would be really interesting.

Also...head boops.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I don't think so? My primary thought on this ship is just cuuuuuuuuute so it's not much of an opinion lol.

Ship It - Moran/William

What made you ship it?

Literally if I'd gotten this ask a month ago I probably would have said no, in spite of the fact that there's been plenty of ship-bait for it. But that dang pub brawl chapter in The Remains finally won me over. There's this one panel in particular, of William's eye kind of going wide over Moran getting all rough and rowdy, and I was like "Aww man that's his Shook but Kinda Into It face." Spot the difference:

(I may be exaggerating slightly...😆) I had been leaning away from shipping it because I'm a little weirded out by the age difference in combination with how young William was when they met...but it's not like I think there was any grooming going on or anything, that is absolutely not the vibe. And I've always leaned towards Moran as proof of Liam having A Type lol. That last chapter just finally tipped it from a nah to a yass in my mind (with the caveat for my own comfort that any kind of sexual interest developed long, long after they met).

What are your favorite things about the ship?

The...weird feral codependency? Again, I like my ships either Very Healthy or Very Not. What is that like, "now he's all mine" business?! Carrying a playing card in your breast pocket for years?! The chosen instrument of death? Returning to the wild for three years like a tamed wolf that's lost its master, only to come back to heel the instant he returns? Unhinged behaviour. Also, Sherlock and Liam being the same height is like...important to me. But...the height difference. It's good. Look at Will peeking out from behind Moran's shoulder up there!

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

At this point I'm just gonna start answering this question with: whatever everyone else thinks the sexual dynamic is, strike that, reverse it. I'll take it the other way just to be ornery. 😂

[andysbubba]

home to me

↳ andy let you go once, he doesn't wanna lose you again

a/n: a little series? this one's probably gonna have another chapter or two hehe <3

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Andy's stomach churned when he sees you. In a very good way. It's been a good two years since the break up and he can barely believe that he's seeing you right then and there— in the corner of the cafe that Andy knows you love going to. Your voice made his heart flip. It's so goddamn beautiful and Andy misses it so damn much.

He doesn't even know why he's so stunned at the sight of you. It's the only reason why he's there— why he's always going there almost every weekend, hoping to get a glimpse of you sometime. You're in the fuzzy, furry jacket that you're always wearing on chilly days, your hair pulled up with a claw clip and your laptop right in front of you with a cup of coffee right by the side.

He tried to get over you, he really did. But even after all the women he met after you, no one made him feel the same way you did. The butterflies in his stomach he gets just talking to you like some teenager, or how his heart just flutters when you smiled at him with that beautiful grin.

Andy couldn't help but look at you every two minutes, while he's waiting in the queue for his turn. He's thinking of what to say if he even has the guts to walk up to you and say hi.

The break up wasn't necessarily bad... it was mutual. Kinda. You were in the middle of your studies and you just wanted to focus on doing well and getting your masters. It's not that Andy was a distraction— really, he actually helped a lot. But between studying and trying to make sure you don't abandon Andy, you realised that taking a break would be good for the both of you.

You were young, only 24 while Andy was 14 years older than you are. He's so mature and wise that you just felt that you just wanted to grow as your own person before you and Andy took it any further and got more serious. You thought that you'd work on yourself, fixing up your flaws and make yourself just grow into a better version of yourself. And as much as Andy disagreed, he didn't want to force you to keep being with him. He thought that maybe, you both could just grow as time passes, and that you can change right next to him.

But he just agreed with you, because he definitely does not want to pressure you into being in a relationship with him no matter how much he actually wants you to stay with him. So technically, it was a mutual break-up to you. But he didn't really feel the same.

And unsurprisingly, Andy simply cannot get over you. Two years passed, and he just wishes that you're by his side again.

"Hi! What can I get for you?"

Andy snaps out of his trance, stepping towards the cashier and ordering his coffee to-go with a bagel as well. He takes a quick glance at you before he decides to change his mind. "Actually— I'll just have those here."

Wait— you recognise that voice.

You instantly glance up from the screen of your laptop, watching the familiar back and broad shoulders standing at the cashier. Holy fuck- Andy?

Your gaze turns back down to your laptop, your mind trying to decide between approaching him or just letting him go... again... like you did 2 years ago. He still fits into those polo tees like a glove, the jeans barely doing his ass justice but it really accentuates his goddamn thighs.

Fuck. Two damn years and you still have it bad for him.

"Can I join?" Andy glances down at some blueprint or floor-plan thing you have on your laptop. "Unless I'm interrupting— you look busy."

"Andy—" You turned to him and back to the opened floor-plan on the screen. "No, no. Hey-" You lowered the screen and put it aside, leaving some space for Andy. You gestured at him to join you in the booth.

Andy takes up the offer, setting the cup in his hand and the bagel right in front of you before he slides in. "Hey,"

You let out a breathy laugh as you look at him, fidgeting with your fingers underneath the table. "Been a long time."

"Yeah," He nods, offering you one of his adorable smiles as he rests his forearms on the table. "I stopped seeing you around, thought you moved away."

"I thought you did— till I heard the news talking about one of your cases." You retort, lips curling into a soft smile. "How've you been, Andy?"

"Same old, y'know. Long hours at the office and takeout nights. Nothing really changed." Andy grins, "How's everything goin' for ya?"

Oh— and he definitely isn't wrong when he said 'nothing really changed'. For this 40-year-old man to still look like the Andrew Stephen Barber you met like 4 years ago? Phew.

"Uhm- pretty good! I'm uh- I just signed a contract with Perkins and Will."

Andy's lips curled into a wide grin. "You did it!"

He remembers?

Your head tilts as you look at him. "You remember?"

"Of course, hon. That's your dream firm." He reaches over table and pats your hand. "I'm happy for you, Y/n."

"Thank you, Andy," You brush a hand through your hair, eyeing Andy in his whole polo tee and jeans glory. "I'm surprised you aren't working on a Saturday morning,"

Andy lets out a laugh at your words, "Yeah- I just thought, y'know. Uh- I'm old enough to stop being such a workaholic."

You raised a brow at that, "Andy, you aren't old." You give him a suggestive glance as your eyes trace his whole figure. "Definitely don't look like it."

"I'll say the same thing for ya, Y/n." Andy didn't bother hiding his gaze either, eyes trailing down your body till it's back up to your face. "Two damn years and you still look as gorgeous as ever, sweetheart."

A breathy laugh leaves your lips. "Always as flattering as ever, Mr Barber."

"You know I'm an honest person, sweetheart." Andy winks before he takes a sip of his coffee.

You hum as you run your finger on the edge of your own cup. "I remember you telling me that all lawyers are really good liars."

You love how familiar this feels. It's like nothing has changed and both of you are back in 2019. Good, good days. Letting Andy go was a dumb move on your side, you realised that pretty soon after the break-up. You should've known that you and Andy would've made it work someway, somehow.

"C'mon, honey. Y'know I can never lie to you." The wide smile he has on his lips is as charming as ever and god if it doesn't just make you fall in love again- as if you ever fell out of love with him in the first place. Andy clears his throat, a hand inching to the back of his neck and softly rubbing the spot. You instantly realised that he's a little nervous. "You dating anyone?"

You let out an almost silent snort, scoffing at his question. "Ya think? I just called you hot five minutes ago, handsome."

Andy takes a bite of his bagel, looking up at you through those goddamn long eyelashes as his mouth moves to chew the food and those fucking pink lips making you stare at him like a horny teenager.

"You've got to stop staring at me like that, sweetheart." He warns, but the glint in his eyes is telling you that he really doesn't mind you staring him up like that.

Your brows raised immediately in defence. "Like what?"

You tried your best to fight the grin fighting its way to form on your lips. But Andy is a goddamn lawyer, after all. He knows his shit and he knows that you're just being a tease.

He huffs, brow arched as he looks at you. "Like you wanna eat me." He replies shortly, lips curling into a smirk. "Cause I was planning to take this slow after 2 whole years. And you aren't helping."

You hum, picking your cup up and taking a sip from it, hiding the grin forming on your lips behind the cup. "You can still wine and dine me if you wanna." You set the cup down and lean forward, head tilted to one side with your head resting in your palm. "But y'know, I'm pretty impatient."

Andy laughs, backing away from you and resting back against his seat. "Guess it's good that I've got enough patience for both of us, huh?"

You laugh at his words. "We'll see, Mr Barber."

He takes your words as an invite to ask you out. "Dinner tonight? My place."

You playfully rolls your eyes, ignoring the little flutter in your heart. "Who's impatient now?"

"It's a yes or no question, sweetheart."

"Still that cute little loft?"

"I'll text you my new address later."

You couldn't fight the grin forming on your lips. "It's a date."

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He was at the grocery store when he pulled out his phone and goes to your contact to shoot you a text. It has always been there, saved and never deleted. He didn't want to get rid of the hope that he might have you back.

Andy: 242 Warren St [sent 3.24pm]

Andy: See you tonight, sweetheart. [sent 3.25pm]

You didn't reply so Andy just assumed that you read it. He's looking forward to seeing you again tonight and he's excited.

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It wasn't till you got home that you realised that Andy doesn't have your new number.

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LOL I LOVE CLIFFHANGERS.

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[doumaistrash]

Ruined Childhood AU

A/n: so as i said i would here is the next relationship drabble of Emiliano with another character. This time it's Gustavo the of oc of @rinnysega. I'm incredibly thankful for them to help me and i couldn't be happier bc of it. So this is also a little present dor them. And i hope I did Gus some justice. <3

Warning!: this one shot has a mental breakdown in it and talks about trauma and child abondonment so if you're snesotive to that please don't read!!!!

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Second Drabble: Emiliano & Gustavo

"Tío Gus?" His hand that held the brush stilled on the canvas, as he heared a deep yet soft voice call out to him. His eyes grew wide. He knew that voice from somewhere. He quickly turned his head to look at the tall young man, who entered his workshop without him noticing. Gus had to really stop getting lost in his art and pay attention to his surroundings.

Gus shook his head and took his cane to help him walk over to the towering grown up. He had to take a closer look, had to really make sure it was him. He remembered a small boy following him around his workshop, helping him and asking question upon question with a big toothy smile that was hard to say no to. "Emiliano?" The little boy, who would look at Gus in wonder as different colours would grow into a beautiful painting over time. "Is that you?" The little boy, who was now a grown man, but Gus could always tell that it was Emiliano. He had the same three moles. One under his eye, another right beside his nose and one under his full lips. They were all on the left side and Gus could never forget who they belonged to.

The black haired boy shyly looked down on the ground and shrunk under Gus's gaze, as far as his height would let him and at that moment the glasses wearing man realized how much the little boy had actually grown. He was taller than him. He wasn't a little boy anymore, who would ask for candy behind his Papás back. No. Emiliano was now a fully grown adult. Ten years can really do something to some people huh?

Gus was snapped out of his thoughts by Emiliano hugging him. Leaning down and fully engulfing him into a big bear hug, like he had done to the little boy in the past. "I've missed you Tío..." Gus smiled softly and hugged back. "I've missed you too. Emi." Emiliano scoffed. Gus laughed. It was good to know, even if he was grown up, that the boy still hated his nickname. Gus leaned on his cane again, after they parted. "Well what brings you to little old me?" He smiled.

Emiliano showed a little smile, before a scowl overtook his face again. "Wanted to visit your workshop again. For inspiration." Gus's eyebrow rose. "Inspiration?" The younger one of the two sighed. "You know after dear old Papá left us. Me and mí hermano locked ourselves in our rooms and I kinda became bored. So I took up painting. I remembered Papá talking alot about Mamá and how she liked your art when you guys were younger. I also did it, because of you." Gus looked at him in shock. "Because... of me?" Emiliano nodded. "You inspired me to become an artist. I always liked your art and how you could create things out of nothing. So I thought fuck it and tried it myself. It might not be as good as yours but-" Gus's eyes watered. He was the one reasons his nephew started to paint. And the other reason... Oh, Eliza if you could only see your boy now. He has grown so much.

"Are you alright Tío?" "Yes. Yes. I'm fine. Don't worry." Gus wiped the escaping tears with his hand and looks up. "I might have something for you to help you get inspired. Follow me." He began to walk towards the backroom and by the heavy steps that followed him, he knew that Emiliano followed him. Covered canvases and pots stood around, but Gus was only here for one thing.

There it was. Right at the end of the backroom. Covered with a sheet just like all the others, but Gus knew what importance it held. "I was going it to give it to you or your older brother later, but I guess now is a good time too I guess. You ready?" Emiliano nodded with a confused yet curious look and Gus took the sheet off. He heared a gasp.

She was just as beautiful as he remembered. She still had that soft yet confident look on her face that the painter remembered too well. How could he forget? His friend. His partner in crime. The Senorita Perfecta before Isabela Madrigal. Her long straight black hair was braided into a side braid that fell over her left shoulder. The mole under her left eye was well placed, like Emilianos. Her hazel eyes held kindness, yet they were screaming mischief. Elizabeta Costello. Bruno Madrigals late wife, Emilianos and Javiers mother, who died trying to bring her two sons into the world.

"You know. When we were younger, I always wanted to be an artist, but due to my fathers work I couldn't. Your mother however would always give me art supplies, that she stole from her own mother." Gus chuckled fondly and looked at the painting with soft eyes. "She always loved it when I drew her something. Even if it was small. Even if it was not well painted. She would still keep it and take care of it like her it was her greatest treasure. I wanted to thank her by drawing her a self portrait. But again, there was so much work to do, so little time. When I finally got to paint it... It was two years after your mothers passing. One year after the acciedent." He looked down on his leg. "It took me a while but now I want you to have it, Emiliano. You deserve to be reminded of her." With these words Gus turned towards the son of the woman in the painting, but the reaction was  not one he expected.

Emiliano was clunching the front of his green ruana tightly. His eyes shot wide in fear, pupils flickering over the painting. He breathed in, short and painful. Gus looked at him in worry. "Emiliano? Emiliano? Is everything-" A wailing scream that would follow him into his deepest nightmares, escaped the boys mouth. Emiliano began to claw at his hair, tugging at it, trying to rip it out. His bloodshot eyes were blown wide. Angry tears pooled out of his eyes and ran down his face. The first pot shattered and Gus was terrified for his nephew safety. "Emiliano!" "PLEASE DON'T!" The next pot shattered. "I'LL BE A GOOD KID!" And the next. "JUST DON'T!" And the next. "PLEASE PAPÁ!" The last one shattered and with these words Emiliano sank to the ground whimpering and sobbing in choked off breaths, holding his head.

Gus knew excatly what this was. He had done this dance with Chepe too, so he knew what he had to do. Gus went on his knees, infront of his nephew. He could see the tears and hear the small whimpers of "I'm sorry, i'm sorry, lo siento." over and over and over again. Gus puts a hand on Emilianos head and combs through the thick black strands. The young man freezes and looks up at his Tío. Terrified eyes look at him. All Gus can see is a small ten year old boy, who is begging for someone to save him. Gus opens his arms and Emiliano jumps into them, throwing them over with the force that comes with his large body. Gus's leg and hip hurt from where they conected to the ground, but he couldn't care less at the moment. He begins to comb Emiliano hair with his hand again, while the boys body is wrecked through by loud sobs. He clings to his Tío, his only lifeline.

"Please don't leave me..."

Gus narrows his eyes, as he hugs Emiliano tighter. Screw the painting.

"No. Never."

His nephew was more important.

[morgansunflower]

Mom's A Avenger?

Superman/Clark X Wife! Reader

Batman/Bruce X Sister! Reader

Captain America X platonic-Reader

Hawkeye X Platonic-Reader

Y/N, retired Black Widow she is Superman's wife and Batman's sister. Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Conner(Young Justice), Kon(90s Superboy), Jonathan and Damian are under 20.

To some I'm known as Y/N, to some mother or mom, to some aunt Y/N, to one man sister, to a another wife, but very few people know me as Blackwidow aka Natasha Romanoff. I was 18 when I went deep undercover has Blackwidow and changed my name to Natasha Romanov. Joining the team with my old teammates the Avengers. After I fell in love with Clark aka Superman and we married I quit. Haven't spoke to my teammates in year's. Only Clark knows I'm both Blackwidow and Y/N. I haven't told anyone to keep them safe. I hear my phone Bruce! I answered

-"I need you to watch my son's"

"what's wrong?"

-"no time to explain why I'm sending them to you now"

I looked seeing my nephews

"I see them keep in touch with me"

He grunted I rolled my eye's

"I mean it" I said hanging up

The boy's got out my son's greeting them

"I do not care if father believes this is to dangerous!" Damian said

"hate to say I agree with short stack" Jason said

"boy's"

"aunt Y/N you must agree with me that father is being unreasonable!" Damian said

"Damian I stand with your father in the fact it's too dangerous"

"mom" Conner muttered

"bullshit you've never been in danger before" Jason said

"watch your tongue Jason!" I said irritated I sighed "everyone get inside"

"but" I cut Jonathan off

"now!"

All the boy's sat on the couch and floor looking at me

"I want you all to remain calm. Clark and Bruce are in Metropolis dealing with League mission that is too dangerous for you all. You all have orders to stay here"

"what?! Why?!" Dick asked

"mom you can't be serious" Conner said

"Where just supposed to nothing!" Kon said

"hell no!" Jason said

"damnit! No! I refuse to be cowardly and do nothing!" Damian said

"I am not sitting here doing nothing when dad could need our help!" Kon said

"mom Kal's right!" Conner said

"yeah!" Jonathan said

"I think everyone can agree this is a horrible idea!" Tim said

They continued standing up I whistled loud haven't done that in a while

"everyone sit down!"

The reluctantly sat down I took a deep breath

"stay in here"

I walked to my closet I pushed a button revealing my suit. I put it on along with my gear. I put in my intercom I turned on the radio hearing Metropolis is under attack from Doomsday. I looked in the mirror taking a deep breath. I called a old friend

-"Romanov?"

"hey Roger's long time no see. You know I wouldn't be calling unless it was important"

-"I'm listening"

"get Hawkeye meet me in Metropolis ASAP"

-"copy that"

I walked to the living room shocked looks from the boy's

"Dick, Conner you two are in charge no one gets in or out without my permission have I made myself clear"

"yes ma'am"

"great! Help yourselves if I can't make it for dinner there's pizza's in the freezer."

I walked to the door I put my hand on the handle stopping

"mom you ok?" Conner asked

"almost forgot!"

I hugged them and kissed their face's

"I love you boy's behave listen to Dick and Conner"

I left I ran to the truck driving to Metropolis oh no shit. Complete chaos I saw the Quinjet it landed I got out

"you have a lot of explaining to do" Clint said

"no time let's fight!"

"that's our girl" Steve said

The city almost ruined people panicked I saw Doomsday slamming Bruce to a wall. Steve through his shield at his arm. He let go my brother only to run to us Hawkeye shot his arrows at Doomsday but the wouldn't go through. I ran to Bruce he's alive he got up

"shit" he muttered

Clint switched to explosives and shot them at him. I saw my bike in the Quinjet I got on. I got on starting the bike I through a explosive on Doomsday. He turned and ran towards me. I drove farther out of the city to keep the people safe. Bruce, Barry, Steve, Clint, Clark and Diana came

"you have explaining to do when we get home!" Bruce said

"shut up and fight" I said irritated

"hey honey. What are you doing out here?" Clark said

"just helping you dear" I said more irritated

We continued fighting him Barry unconscious in the Quinjet. Doomsday threw my brother he hit the wall hard. I drove to him fast I got off. I felt his pulse he's alive he groaned. I carried him behind the building leaning him on the wall

"stay here!"

I ran back seeing Diana hitting him with all her strength, Steve hitting his shield at him, Clint shooting his arrows and Clark hitting him. Main goal get him worn out and kill him. I saw Bruce!

"get your ass back!"

He tried to stand I put his arm around my shoulder and walked him to the Quinjet. I sat him on the floor next to Barry who was already up

-"Nat, help evacuate the city"

"on it, cap"

I ran helping the cops evacuate the people finally getting everyone out with Barry's help

"we've got this thank you for all your help"

I ran off hearing them leave. I saw everyone but I didn't see Clark or Doomsday

"where are they?!!?"

I saw Clark flying his suit torn and lip bleeding. We ran seeing Clark fighting him. I shot my guns at him he looked at me

"I think that just pisssed him off more" Clint said

He ran to me I rolled under him turning. Clark grabbed me and put me on a roof

"Clark!"

"sorry Hon"

I ran down the stairs I'm going to kick your ass Clark! I made it down seeing everyone extremely beat up. I got on my bike and shot the missiles at him. Clark flew fast hitting him in the face he dropped to his knees. We used it to our advantage giving it all get got. I saw the Quinjet Bruce flying it. Diana and Clark held him back. Bruce shot him with the guns in the bat-wing finally Doomsday fell.

"well that was easy" Clint said with a dramatic sigh

I laughed

"woo!" Barry said

"dinner at my house" I said exhausted

"we'd love to" Steve said

That night we went to the Manor because my house is to small. All my son's, nephew's, friend's, my husband, my brother, my sister in law and Alfred in the living room. Nearly half of us bandaged and in slings. I sat next to my husband exhausted.

"so let me get this straight your real name is Y/N Wayne you grew up in this house. You're married to Superman your brother is Batman. Have I missed anything?" Clint asked

"that explains everything" I said

"so aunt Y/N's been a Badass this hole time" Jason said

"careful Jay cap doesn't like that kinda talk"

"your really not gonna let me live that one down, are you?" Steve said sighing

"not a chance"

"tell us a story" Jonathan said

"oh you don't want to hear any of my old death defying stories"

"come on mom! Tell us your Avenger story's"

"yeah aunt Y/N"

I looked at Clint and Steve whom both smiled at me.

"alright"

[transguyedgeworth]

*rolls up to your blog in an office chair* heard you wanted head can- *chair gets caught on a rug and I faceplant*

- When they were kids Edgeworth slept over at Phoenix's house a couple times which is where he was introduced to ~video games~. It's so hard to get him to admit it but he loves games and always will. He takes a Nintendo DS with him on business trips so he can play the 2008 Steel Samurai game when he's had a hard day. He and Phoenix rely on each other to beat Zelda games. Phoenix is better at the puzzles and temples and Miles is...oddly enough incredible at combat and boss fights. (Never play smash bros with him he knows every combo).

- Miles thought he hated physical touch until he became involved with Phoenix and suddenly realized how touch starved he is. He's still uncomfy with PDA but when they're alone he is the biggest cuddle bug and no one can convince me otherwise.

-Phoenix had to get surgery once and when he came out of anesthesia this happened https://youtu.be/DiviQfLyQX4 Miles absolutely will not let him live it down

-When Phoenix first adopted Trucy she had a hard time sleeping alone because she was afraid that Phoenix would be gone when she woke up and another father would have left her. Phoenix would always let her sleep on his chest so she wouldn't get lonely or scared. Eventually her fears subside for the most part but Phoenix is always happy to let her sleep with him if she has a nightmare.

-Okay I don't have a specific headcannon for this but like...what happened to Miles' mom???

-Phoenix once had a terrible, vivid nightmare that Kristoff kidnapped and tortured Miles and Trucy and he wasn't able to save them. He woke up sobbing and drenched in sweat. After Miles was able to comfort him he gets a warm washcloth and gently cleans all the dried sweat off Phoenix. It's so tender and quietly intimate and Phoenix weeps. His head is in Miles' lap as he cleans Phoenix so he'll be more comfortable and every time Phoenix thinks about it he cries because he loves that man so much.

-Miles is a casual birdwatcher.

-Every thanksgiving Phoenix and Trucy watch a TERRIBLE comedy together and eat cheese whiz on whatever is in their pantry.

"I'm thankful for this fake cheese". "and I'm thankful I didn't make this movie!"

-Phoenix and Maya always spend the anniversary of Mia's death together. They swap stories about her, even if they've already heard them before. Mia always feel especially close to them on those days.

-Phoenix and Maya have matching bi pride pins.

-Phoenix likes to eat froot loops with grape juice instead of milk. He enjoys the horrified looks he gets from his friends.

*gets back in my chair, super embarrassed* okay byyyeeeee

DONT BE EMBARRASSED THESE ARE SO FUCKING GOOD!!! seriously you guys are so rad and have so many fantastic ideas... weeps..... 

LITERALLY I HAD SOME OF THESE IDEAS BEFORE TOO!!!! like the concept of phoenix and edgeworth (and maybe larry too but he’s on thin ice) having sleepovers when they were little is something i think about an unhealthy amount.... AND MILES BEING CUDDLY TOO!!! i think the concept of him learning to enjoy stuff like snuggling with his husband and playing video games is so so precious and important because it shows how much he’s growing now that mvk isn’t around to emotionally stunt him. AND THE BIRDWATCHING!!! i talked to my partner about this and we agreed that he would TOTALLY get really into that shit after he and phoenix retired. like overall both of their lives have been a shitshow, they’ve earned the right to be boring for a change fjdnfd

as for miles’ mom, the only ideas i have for that are kinda boring and generic: she probably either died when miles was young (during childbirth or something) or left gregory shortly after miles was born. i’m leaning towards the death thing though because like. who in their right mind would leave gregory edgeworth?? that man is a catch and a half.

man. fucking.. “man wakes up after surgery and hits on his wife”... that would totally be something phoenix would do, specifically the “holy shit i hit the jackpot” kind of stuff. he just loves his husband! and he thinks he’s hot!! he is such a good partner and he’d be totally respectful of miles’ boundaries and stuff and they would take SUCH GOOD CARE OF EACH OTHER!!!! the part about miles comforting him after a nightmare... god tier. he’s returning the favor from when phoenix would comfort him for years when his recurring nightmare reared its ugly head again. 

and YES PHOENIX AND MAYA BISEXUAL MLM/WLW SOLIDARITY. their friendship is so so important and it makes perfect sense that they would spend the anniversary of mia’s death together since she’s the reason they even met in the first place... they’re practically siblings in my eyes, big brother/little sister energy coming off of these two big time.

i also think phoenix would indeed be a fantastic dad but i can’t really say much more about it since i haven’t played apollo justice and don’t really know a ton about trucy so. but their father-daughter dynamic seems great from the stuff i’ve absorbed. also the dialogue for them on thanksgiving? a+ perfect spot-on, love it. phoenix would absolutely have the Worst taste in food so the cheese whiz and froot loops with grape juice feels so canon to me.

[purplehoodiesimon]

Ok so there has been a lot of analysis done on Young Royals about the characters, the scenes, even colors etc . So maybe we should analyze ourselves a little bit.  So what scene or character or some specific trait of any of the characters can you relate to the most when it comes to this show on a personal level ?  Asking with a lot of love ����💙. Also send this to however many people you want. I hope all the people who watched the show will answer this.

Ooh this is a fun question, thank you💜.

The first time I watched YR I really didn't think I'd relate to a lot. I'm queer in rural America, this is a show about upper class/nobility at a boarding school in Sweden (on the surface). I actually had this entire argument with my sister when we put it on because she thought "we already have so many stories about rich white kids struggling with their sexuality, can't we have something more relatable?" Which like 1 I'm glad she's grown up with media such that she can think there's too many of any type of queer story and 2 she ended up being completely wrong because the Netflix trailer does NOT do the show justice.

So obviously first and foremost I can relate to the fact this show is about being queer. I relate more to Simon in terms of being open about it but like Wille, labels aren't as important for the specifics. I'm nonbinary and I lean more towards people who are more "feminine" in appearance but actual gender doesn't matter. I'll clarify with bisexual if people are confused, and I call myself gay all the time cause it's fun, but that's about as far as I'll go with labels for gender or sexuality.

I relate to Wilhelm's anxiety like, so much. Every scene where he's having a panic attack I'm just like, oh I know that feeling. I check my pulse at my neck and run my hands through my hair, similar to how he's always rubbing his chest and touching his hair. The bit on the football field actually, where he's starting to break down and he puts his hand up against the side of his head is almost exactly what I do when I'm having a panic attack. My anxiety happens for very different reasons though.

I relate to Sara having Asperger's. I don't think we use that term anymore here in America, it's all just called autism, but I essentially have what used to be called Asperger's. I'm a bit better at social stuff than her, mainly cause my mom threw me in daycare the second I could talk (10 months old) and spent my entire childhood organizing playdates and making sure I had friends around. I really related to that lunch scene though like, Felice had never told Sara that her family would be disappointed in her and while I might have been able to pick it up from the way they were bragging about being an equestrian family, it really was not that obvious. Also not telling Simon or anyone else about August. There's clearly a bit more going on for her than just, not wanting to but I don't tell my family about crushes or boy/girlfriends or like anything romance related really. It's my personal life, they don't need to know the details about my first kiss or anything. They know I'm queer and that's all that matters. So I can actually really relate to her not telling people about the stuff between her and August until it becomes detrimental to other people's lives (like how she told Felice about August kissing her). August is a really terrible choice for her to make and I really hope she does tell someone in s2 so they can tell her to get the fuck away from him but like ngl I understand if she doesn't.

I can kinda relate to August having money issues, and I definitely relate to the way he wants to be the best at everything. I have a few small fears about failure lol. I can relate to Madison's interest in witchy stuff like, I can't prove any of it exists but I also can't prove it doesn't so who knows? Also rocks are just pretty and I like collecting them and if they're doing cool metaphysical stuff to my life, awesome, that's a bonus.

There's also just a lot of general teenager stuff that's relatable in this show, like the way Wille and Simon act around each other in ep1 (totally crushing but scared about making a move). YR is seriously so good at making these characters feel real and relatable. All of them are complex and multi-faceted.

And yea, that's about it! There's a lot of other, smaller things about this show that are relatable but that's the main stuff for me.

[toomanyfandoms02]

The Transporter -Part Two- // Spencer Reid x Reader

Well here is part two of this whole new thing. I hope you guys like it :)

Word count ~ 2,630

It was a weird feeling. It took mere seconds but I could feel all of it.

It was like stretching, it wasn't uncomfortable, it was just odd.

I stumbled a bit, taking in my surroundings. It was a nice little apartment, I was set in the kitchen. Ahead of me I could see what looked like two bedrooms, a bathroom and the kitchen/dining room was connected. There was an older looking laptop sitting on the dining table with a sign next to it.

*You're gonna need this at the bureau! Good luck :) I'll see you soon. (Hopefully with an update on Spencer? ;))*

I shoved the laptop in the case that was neatly set on the table, slinging it over my shoulder and staring at my new home. I couldn't believe this was happening. And I don't think it's ever going to register completely.

A loud knock brought me out of my trance, I was at the door quickly, greeted by a giddy woman.

"Hello! You must be y/n. Your sister said you would probably be here today. I'm Amanda, your landlord." She shook my hand enthusiastically. I assume that Christine introduced herself as my sister.

"Yeah, Chris said this was a nice place. I unfortunately think I need to be going. I think I'm suppose to be introducing myself at my new job."

"Ah yes! At the FBI. Good luck to you." She moved from my way and I had her point me towards the BAU.

Christine was correct, the BAU was only a 10 minute walk from my apartment. I was literally shaking with nerves and excitement. I had dreamed for *years* of meeting Spencer Reid, more realistically Matthew Gray Gubler. But now that it was happening? I was almost too scared to do it.

Almost.

I walked into the doors instantly being questioned by a young man at the front desk. "Are you looking for someone? Can I have a name?"

"Y/n y/l/n, and I'm looking for Aaron Hotchner. I believe I'm suppose to be introducing myself today, I'm a new recruit."

"Ah I see, the new profiler." He nodded, looking at the screen. He then gave me a floor number and I headed up. I was cracking my knuckles the whole way up, it was a nervous tick. As soon as the doors opened I recognized many people.

JJ was hunched over her desk obviously reviewing a case file. Hotch, Derek and Rossi were in Hotch's office discussing something. That's when I saw the reason I had even considered this completely. Reid and Emily were staring at the board in the conference room. Emily was clearly trying to point more things out so Reid could put together a proper profile.

I knew I had to keep my composure and be professional. I *also* realized I have to act like I don't know everything about these people. So I calmly walked to Hotchs office and knocked lightly on the door. Rossi opened the door with his eyebrows knit together.

"Do you need something? Have a case to propose?"

I was a little frozen. Seeing one of your idols up close was a little...*overwhelming*. How was I gonna act when I was around Spencer?

"Oh! Uh, no. I'm the new recruit?" It came out as a question, which I'm sure confused him even more. I shot my hand out to him to shake. "Y/n y/l/n. My sister said she briefed you on my experience." That was a small lie, I was just assuming and **hoping** she did. He smiled, taking my hand.

"Yes of course. Come on in." He swung the door open further so I could enter the office. Derek was leaned on a chair in front of Hotch, who was sitting at his desk. "I'm David Rossi, this is Derek Morgan and this is Aaron Hotchner, our unit chief." I shook Derek and Hotchners hands, they were just as welcoming as I had hoped. We discussed a few things before we were on out way to the conference room. I began cracking my knuckles again. Hotch looked down at me, I quickly realized he was attempting to profile me, and clearly succeeding.

"There's nothing to be nervous about Ms. Y/l/n. You will fit in perfectly here." He reassured. I nodded, shoving my hands in my pockets to only slightly prevent myself from cracking them profusely.

Then there I was, entering the heavily windowed conference room. I had recognized the photos on the board since I had watched Criminal Minds so many times.

"Oh my god Cold Comfort." I muttered to myself. That was the name of the episode. It was the case where a man had been embalming his victims while alive. I had landed myself on the exact date of a pretty important case.

"Hmm?" Derek questioned me. Hearing me whisper a bit. I just shook my head with a nervous smile.

Emily had turned around to wave but Spencer kept his face glued to the board, which I was partially grateful for.

"That is Doctor Spencer Reid and Emily Prentiss. This is our new recruit, Agent y/n y/l/n. She has a degree in Criminal Justice, she also minored in psychology and sociology. She has been profiling in a different department for four years and I've been told she is quite talented at it." At that comment Specer had whipped around. He was holding a dry erase marker in his mouth and a pen in his hand. It was taking every single cell in me to not squeal just a little bit. So I just smiled.

"Will you profile me?" He asked, pulling the marker from his mouth and setting it on some papers the were strewn across the large table. I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Well statistically speaking if you have been doing this for several years, you *should* be pretty good at it. Considering you are being complimented on it implies that you are slightly above average for the actual limited years you have been doing it. So will you profile me?"

Are you kidding? I knew him like the back of my hand, this was going to be way to easy.

"Alright." I stood up a little straighter and smoothed out the skirt I was wearing. "You didn't have a particularly nuclear family kind of childhood. You lick your lips a lot, you've done it 4 times since I've been standing in this room, this is commonly learned from anxiety at a young age. I assume you have a pretty good IQ, considering you didn't use any contractions. It shows sophistication. I'm guessing you graduated highschool *way* early, I'm thinking...twelve? You look pretty young to be doing this kind of job, kind of like me. And I've been told you have multiple PhD's, that takes a while, even if you're a genius. But I graduated when I was sixteen. Nothing too special, only 2 years early. And lastly, I would guess you have an eidetic memory, correct? Theres a notebook sitting next to you. It even has your name printed at the top. It was made for you. But you haven't touched it since I entered this floor from what I can tell. You don't need it because everything is permanently in your mind." I cracked my knuckles once more, trying to gauge him again.

He wiped his hand over his face. "Wow, uh, that is incredibly detailed and accurate. Have you read any of my articles online?" I shook my head. "You seriously have no prior knowledge of me?" I shook my head again, which is kind of a lie you know? I mean, I knew *everything* about him. I knew a lot of things about all of these people. But really I knew most about him. He was like an idol to me. "That is incredible. How long did you say you've been doing this?" He asked with a tilt of his head. I couldn't help but smile more, he was even cuter in person and it was almost hard to stand.

"Four years. I worked as an intern under my uncle. He's the one that inspires me most." I probably shouldn't be discussing my real family, saying as they definitely won't ever know of them. What are the chances they would even want to anyway?

"Well I would love to meet him one day, he clearly mentored you well." Spencer said, looking at me hopefully.

Well shit. "Uh, yeah, maybe one day." I looked over at the door, more looking away because I was totally lying and did not want to be profiled, but I then saw JJ.

"Oh, this is Jennifer Jareau. She usually goes by JJ. JJ, this is y/n y/l/n. Our new profiler." Hotch gestured to her. JJ smiled sincerely and shook my hand.

"It's great to meet you. I heard your sister talking about you, it's a pleasure to have you on the team." Clearly Christine has set me up for immense success, which I greatly appriciated. I sat at the table, ready to listen to the details of the case that I remembered a good bit about. I quickly tucked my laptop under my chair.

"So yesterday, Brooke Lombardini our victim. Had a call out from a disposable phone directed to her mother. It is kinda of suspicious and definitely statistically impossible to prove that it is even her because it's only a whisper-" Hotch cut him off with a stern look. Spencer huffed lightly, continuing. "Anyway. There is slight evidence that she is alive. We are looking for someone with medical experience, considering he has the tools to embalm. It also appears that he is doing it while they are still alive." At this point, I was pretty happy that I already knew a lot about this case. Because it was really hard to focus when he talked, I loved it. So for about half of the time I was just watching him talk.

After being briefed, JJ took me to my desk, where she began to explain who was who in the office. Of course I already knew everything about them, but I really just wanted JJ's opinion on them.

"So that hunk over there," she gestured to Derek, "He would probably take a bullet for anyone. He has a very good heart and he's very hard working."

"Is Mr. Hunk Morgan your hunk?" I already knew the answer, but I wanted to tease her.

"Oh. No no. This is my hunk." She pulled her wallet out, showing me a picture if Will. "Will is a cop in another city." She looked at the picture lovingly. "But Morgan does have a weird relationship with Garcia." She then nodded at Penelope.

"Penelope is a very sweet, and incredibly quirky woman who is a blessing to the team. She will immediately start calling you sweety when you officially meet her. I'll bet money on it." I giggled a little and pretended to take notes which got her to laugh. "Reid is a special kind of sweet. He constantly tries to keep people safe. He's obviously a genius. He will talk your ear off about anything until you tell him to stop, so don't even get him started. He doesn't read social queues very well." I shrugged, setting my head in my hand as I peered into the conference room.

"I think he's sweet." I *now* realized that I seemed like a complete creep for thinking that if I had only known him for an hour. "I mean, he seems sweet. It's always nice to have a genius around right?"

"Curse and a blessing. Anyway, Hotch is a hard-ass, but he would do anything for this team. He's a great leader. Emily can be stern sometimes. She knows how to get answers out of people and she doesn't take any shit. And I'm sure you know Rossi, from his books?"

"Yes! He's seems great to work with."

"Yes, definitely. It's a weird team, but I wouldn't trade then for the world."

"Well I'm glad that you guys are so caringly taking me into your family."

"Of course, you'll be one of us in no time."

It wasn't long before I was starting my trek home. The walk was was very peaceful. It gave me a long time to soak in this wonderful universe. I had to walk through a park to get home, and all I could think was

*Wow, I could get use to this*

Once I was home, I flopped down on the couch, thinking about netflix but guess what?

*Netflix started their streaming site only two years ago*

Well that idea is out the window. I decided I was going to turn to disney channel and bask in the best decade of disney shows. But that would have to wait until I came back, I wanted to report things to Christine.

I grabbed my 'Come Back Device' and went to press it when I was interrupted by a knock for the second time today. I dropped the device, it landing on the couch safely.

"Coming, hold on." I walked to the door opening it to the last person I expected to see.

The one and only, Spencer Reid.

"Uh hi. You kinda left this under your chair in the conference room." He presented my laptop to me. My cheeks flushed for a second, knowing it was because I was distracted in there.

"Oh, thank you! Wait how did you-"

"Don't worry, I'm not some stalker." He waved his hands in defence. "I just looked at your file so I could bring this to you. Which also sounds kind of stalkerish but that was definitely not my intention. But you should know, if I was a stalker I wouldn't have come to you directly, that would be too-" I cut him off, I couldn't let him torture himself like this.

"Hey, Dr. Reid, I don't think you're a stalker." I giggled, grabbing my laptop from his hand. "Thank you though, for bringing it to me." He looked a little past me, at the couch.

"It was my pleasure. You can also call me Spencer. What is that?" He began pointing at the device.

"Oh uh, it's for my Halloween costume this year."

"And you're starting it now? In February?"

"Yeah!" I said a little loudly and enthusiastically. I lowered my tone, trying to think of some character in this timeline it could represent.... Bingo! "It's for an Iron Man costume. Just wanted it to be accurate. I leaned against the door frame, partially blocking his view of it.

"You like Iron Man?" I nodded. "I agree. I think that Robert Downey Junior is the perfect fit for him. I think it helps that he has a sort of troubled past already to fit his character well." Before he could drag me into a conversation like this, I stopped him. I didn't want to stop him. I loved his little rants. But I knew if I was pulled into a Marvel discussion, I will talk for hours.

"Yeah! I'm so sorry. I would really, trust me, really like to keep talking, but I am so exhausted and I'm not sure I would be good company. Thank you so much again for bringing this to me Dr.- I mean Spencer." I lifted it up and smiled.

"Yes of course. Any time. See you tomorrow Agent y/l/n."

"You can call me y/n."

He smiled with a little salute, "y/n."

And then he was gone. I huffed, heading back inside incredibly flustered and down right anxious. I swiftly grabbed the device and pressed the button, opening the portal back.

I had a *lot* to tell Christine.

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Covert Feelings Exposed // Tim Drake!Robin X Reader

Warning/s: Just, being sad or upset, kinda fluff sorta I don’t know

Word Count: 3158

Hey guys, am not dead, sorry. Still working on my Steve Harrington one, because it just WON’T STOP GROWING. Anyway, I just really need to accept an ending and be done. Okay, onwards with Tim Drake.

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Another covert mission gone wrong; the covertness was what went wrong really.

All you guys had to do was get in, break down the central main frame and get out without making a fuss. Beast Boy made sure that wasn't a thing.

The team did manage to complete the mission and take down another one of the Light's mini Headquarters, but they were getting harder and harder to take down and more of your team members have taken more damage the harder the missions become to stay covert. 

But everyone was here safe and sound, no one physically hurt, other than Bart coming home with a gash over his head and a strong talking down to from Nightwing.

Emotionally was a completely different story. 

"Alright everyone, hit the showers while you can, I think we all deserved it after that dip in the septic tanks we all the work we did today." Nightwing told his team, exhaustion telling his body to sleep, but still being able to chuckle to himself quietly as he watched half the team race each other to the bathrooms for first dibs while the other half left to go to their rooms and just wait for a free shower. 

With everyone leaving the main hall, that left you, Robin, and Nightwing in the main hall of Mount Justice. The two of them turned away from you and began to have a hushed conversation making sure that you were out of ear shot, ignoring your presence and leaving you to stand alone to the side. 

You took the hint that your presence wasn't wanted and left to be on your own. 

But, unlike what you thought, your leaving didn't go unnoticed. Robin kept his eyes trained on you while he pretended to listen to Nightwing. 

He noticed how your uniform was filthy, covered in mud and dirt, your hair was everywhere you wouldn't normally want it to be, your entire physique sluggish and beaten down. 

You didn't look like you.

"Go check on Y/S/N, would you, Tim?" Robin turned to look at his leader and friend and saw Nightwing noticing your leave as well. "She needs her best friend." 

Nodding, the young Robin ran after you; his cape fluttering behind him, his footsteps silent from sheer instinct of being trained by the light-footed Bruce Wayne. 

He followed you into the lounge and found you trying to hide in the couch, your body sprawled over the plush furniture with your arms spread across the back of the couch and your head leaning against the back the couch.

Robin stepped over your legs that you had propped up on the table and fell onto the couch next to you. "Heya, Y/S/N." He greeted you, his legs sliding up onto the couch and slipping his feet under your leg and he kept his eyes on you, watching your every move.

You hummed quietly back in reply, never moving your body on the comfy couch, leaving Tim to continue watching you.

In the long silence, Tim took in every bit of your face that he could see, thinking back to the time when you two first really met, to him it was just the start of another day at Gotham academy for him. 

Tim made his way into Gotham Academy, like any other day, he was roughly fifteen minutes ear, leaving time for him to grab his books from his locker that he left in there overnight. 

Unlike how every other morning began, Tim hear someone screaming madly, the screaming only coming closer to him. "Look out!" The black-haired sophomore looked up from his phone and saw someone on a long board barrelling towards him. "Can't stop! Can't stop!" They screamed as they swerved towards him uncontrollably on the piece of wood on wheels.

Tim jumped out of the way, his Robin instincts gave him more than enough time to move himself from being a point of impact while also dropping his bag and reaching out towards the person on the skateboard. Tim wouldn't be surprised if, with how fast the person was rolling, they would have killed themselves against the wall behind him. 

"Oh thank God," The person Tim now had tucked into his chest breathed out a sigh of relief as the two of them watched the skateboard clatter against the brick wall. 

"You okay?" Tim inquired as the person ran away from his body, their sudden warmth leaving him a little colder than he was a minute ago, and grabbed their board, giving Tim a full view of you. 

"Yeah, thanks for grabbing me, would have been a pancake on that wall. Oh, I'd be a wallcake! You flashed a happy grin at him, showing how you didn't seem phased by the almost dying bit. He saw the T/F/C bares in your mouth, the smile running up to your E/C eyes, causing them to sparkle as you laughed. 

"Yeah, it's no problem, glad I could save you from being a wall cake." He chuckled, his arm scratching the back of his neck, still hearing at you and seeing what you looked like, knowing he had seen you before but just couldn't place you. "Oh, I'm um, I'm Tim, Tim Drake." He explained his name, extending his hand out towards you, waiting for you to take it. 

"Nice to finally talk to you, Tim, I'm Y/N Y/L/N." As you took his hand, your name hung in his head, his eyes squinting and head giving a slight tilt to the left as he tried to fix where he knew you from. "You know should really turn around in Chemistry and English more often." 

"Oh, Oh yeah!" You giggled as your name and face finally clicked in his mind, his blue eyes shining in the early morning sun light. "I guess I just never talked to you before."

"Funny since you've run into me at least three times this past week," You smiled cheekily at him, watching a light blush brush his cheeks. "I don't blame you since your nose is always in that phone of yours, I'm sure texting either your mother, your best friend or a potential girlfriend." 

"I'm...it’s...I'm not-I don't have a-"

"Whoa, is this what it's like to be tall?" You saw you made him uncomfortable, and being you, decided to stand on your long board and skate circles around him to relieve the tension you caused, it wasn't wrong for you to assume the nice-looking Drake to have a significant other. "Wow, the weather is so much better up here than at Y/H."

Tim finally crackled a smile, smiling down at the ground and watched your skateboard circle around him, finally getting to see the white sandpaper like grip and the scarlet wheels, an extremely gorgeous board. "Are you new to skateboarding?" 

"Yes and no, I've been skateboarding since I was seven, but I took time off and I got a new board and just got back on it like a couple days ago blah blah blah, yeah, I over estimated my skateboarding awesomeness I had as muscle memories give or take two years ago." The bell rang inside the school, signalling a five-minute warning to get to your classes. You two smiled at each other and walked into the courtyard, Tim keeping close to your side to make sure you didn't try becoming a wallcake again that day.

Three years later, you two were best friends, tackling Senior year together with your skateboard still a fun memory in your closet. Tim blinked his eyes, breaking himself out of that weird trance he goes to when he stares off into space and looked back over to you. 

You hadn't moved an inch since he walked in, your breathing the only bit of movement telling him that you were still alive. "Y/N," He whispered your name, gently moving his foot that was still wedged under your leg to see if you were responsive. "Y/N, you asleep over there?"

Groaning in response, you leaned forward and pulled your F/C domino mask from your face, tossing it on the table and proceeded to rub your eyes forcefully. "No," You mumbled to give him a concise response, your movements were rigid and forceful as you pulled both your heeled boots and your gloves next to your mask. 

He continued to watch you, observing and noting everything you did. Your eyes were dull as you pulled the tight boots off, your hands trembling as you finally pulled them free of the leather of your gloves. 

You still didn't look like you.

"You okay?" Tim reached over and gently laid his hand on your shoulder, rubbing his thumb against your back. 

You breathed in a little too deeply and the air quickly and shakily sputtered out between your lips, your shuddery breaths now beginning to shake your body. "No," you whined as you curled yourself up into as small of a ball as you could and laid your head down on Tim's lap, staring at the black TV just behind the tips of his boots.

"What's wrong love bug?" Tim whispered to you as he took his gloves off and began running his slim fingers through your hair, pulling out the leaves and bits of mud and tangles in your hair. You didn't give him a straightforward answer right away, what did happen however was that Tim's leg quickly broke out in goosebumps as you began tracing an endless circle on his thigh with your index finger. 

"It's just...getting so hard." Your meek voice cut through the silent air; Tim looked down at you as you finally spoke. Just the look on your face answered what you meant, and he couldn't help the sigh of agreement. 

"I know it is, love bug, it's getting hard for all of us. But we're almost there, Nightwing says only a few more until we finally can infiltrate their systems and drive them down." Humming, you turned your body around and nuzzled your face into his stomach. 

It took so long for Tim to get used to how touchy you were, being in from the Bat Family, it was not a thing to be cuddly and expect a hug when you're feeling down. Tim just had to keep his head up and pretend nothing was wrong. 

But when you finally broke through to him, he loved having you there to be able to hug. He had suppressed his need for physical touch for so long that he relished every chance he got to hug you or whenever you needed a movie cuddle buddy.

He loved your body touching his, but looking down at you, he knew that you need him right now more than anything else in the world. Tim had grown to know you so well that he could look at your face, even if it was half hidden in his stomach, and know when you needed quiet or you needed someone to ask you what was wrong. 

"Has it just all hit you at once?" Tim asked quietly as he brushed a small piece of hair behind your ear, smiling as you leaned into the touch of his hand. 

"Mmm," Your jaw clenched as you tried biting back the words, you wanted to talk so badly, but you also knew that as soon as you opened your mouth, you would just remember how your two best friends almost died right before your eyes. "Bart's so stupid." 

Tim chuckled at your comment, "You can say that again." You couldn't laugh though; Tim didn't see it like you did. 

"The idiot tripped and almost got himself killed," The words stumbled out of your mouth and you were there again, watching as one the Black Mantra's men had a gun pointed directly at the young brunette who befriended you almost as soon as he stepped out of the time machine. "He was too busy gloating about hitting his new PR for punching fifteen guys before Jaime could get one hit in and he didn't see the gun pointed right at him.

"I was so scared, Tim, I never ran so fast in my life towards him, I...I pushed him out of the gun's path and he just looked at me like I ruined his streak or something. But I can't look at him now without seeing how he almost died. Tim, he almost died, and he doesn't even know how close he was to death taking him. I don't know how I could hav-we lost Artemis; I couldn't lose him to." 

The tears were freely falling down your face, your eyes staring at the red color of his uniform. A warm and gentle hand trace under your eyes, swiping the tears from your face. You looked up and saw the masked face of the third Robin staring down at you, a small smile gracing his face, making him look a little more carefree than how he should be as a superhero. 

You reached your hand up and brushed your fingertips against his temple as you pulled his black mask off, his bright blue met your E/C one's and you felt your own eyes get heavy again. He was right, everything was just hitting you now.

"I don't know why I'm crying over Bart; he does this almost every mission, endangering himself and everyone." You were finally able to let out a strained laugh, your eyes still tearing up, but you did feel better. 

Tim quietly whined as you sat up, feeling cold without you pressed to him like you were, your back to him now. "It's cause you were scared for him, Y/N. And you care for him, you were scared that Bart would get hurt like we all do, and you didn't want that."

You slowly turned back to him, nodding in agreement since even you didn't know why you were feeling this way. Tim opened his arms out towards you, becoming you back into his warm body, both of you wanting to feel each other's presence again. The smile didn't leave your face as you leaned towards him, his arms wrapping tight around you and pulled your body to sit on his lap.

"You know we both need to go shower; I feel disgusting and I smell horrible." Your actions did not match your words as you wiggle your arms around his toned chest, hugging himself to you as you snuggled your face into the crook of his neck to enjoy his natural musk. 

"Well I think you smell fine," Tim chuckled, looking down at you after he pressed a kiss to your forehead, seeing your own smile shining back at him. He was glad to be able to bring you out of your little rut. 

Looking at your teeth, he couldn't help the other laugh that came over him, "What? Do I have mud on my face? I really do need to go shower." You exclaimed while trying to pull away from your best friend, but his grip only tightened around you. 

"No, I was just...remember when you had those god-awful T/F/Ced braces?" The scowl on your face told him that yes, you did remember the metal painfully pulling at your mouth. 

"Oh, you mean the ones that made my mouth look like the grill of a car? Yes, Timothy, I remember them every clearly." You absentmindedly ran your tongue over your teeth, comparing how smooth they were now in comparison to how they use to feel. 

"Yeah, they looked horrible!" 

You lightly poked Tim's shoulder, "I'm the one with three years' worth of pictures of me in them, don't make fun of me."

Tim's chest lightly vibrated as he chuckled at the pile of pictures he saved on his computer he's using later for blackmail. Gosh how much he loves you; he always had those thought running through his head, and like any other day he thought he only whispered that in his head.

Unlike any other day, he didn't just whisper it in his head. "Hmm?" Your eyes opened and met his light blue ones, alight rose hue dusted across his cheeks as he tried recovering from saying that. 

"Well-you know-I only meant it-you see-" His stuttering over his words was cute, but what made your heart melt at how cute he was when you giggled before you echoed the phrase back at him. 

"I love you, too, Tim." If his shocked eyes could widen any more than they already were, they did.

"You-you do?" You smiled at him and nodded your head happily, your heart bursting with joy at the smile on his face. "I love you! I love you so much! And you love me too!" Tim screamed like an excited five-year-old on his birthday as he stood to his feet, still holding your body to his chest as he spun you around. Your arms moved up to his neck as you held tightly to him, your giggling no ceasing as he spun the two of you dizzy in the middle of the lounge. 

The overly excited Tm placed your feet on the floor, as soon as your jello like feet hit the ground, Tim gently laid his hand on your cheek and pulled you towards him to kiss him, his other hand pulling you closer to him rested at the top of your hip.

You hummed happily as you kept your arms around his neck, your head was still spinning but right now all that mattered was you and Tim kissing in the middle of Mount Justice without anyone bugging you two. 

Dick Grayson leaned against the door frame leading from the kitchen to the lounge with his arms crossed over his broad chest, a smile very apparent on his face while he watched his adopted little brother kiss you in the lounge. Honestly, it took them long enough to get together, Tim was always so fond of the young super. He acted more like a teenager and less like a nighttime vigilante with you around. 

Feeling like living up to his name, the black dressed man quietly stepped up on the two and wrapped his arms around you two, promptly being the reason for breaking the kiss, a loud shriek coming from one of you. 

Probably Tim. 

"I wanted to join in the happy moment," He coyly grinned down at the pair of you, your face going red before you hide it in Tim's chest, Tim's blue eyes still wide in shock as a blush graved his own face. 

"Dick!" 

"What have I told you all about that word!" M'gann's voice joined the group from the kitchen, Dick began threw his head back in laughter while you tired hiding your now red ears and Tim glared at his brother while trying to pull the two of you away from him. 

This was a much better ending to the day than how you originally thought it would.

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Ok so it's late and I wanted put this out Since my mind is just bleh on writing I want to see what Shoujis crush would do if he was turned back into a kid by a de aging quirk since she is the only one around to do and in the process of shouji being a kid he confesses to his crush. Also I'm glad you like the sketch it took awhile

Sorry the requests are taking longer than expected! I had some stuff to take care of but I’m back on track! I hope I did it justice cause I’m kinda bad at kids, but I still gave it my best! Also if you sent a request it’ll get written, none of them were a no.

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A small, young Shouji sat infront of Y/n. Although very unexpected, she had happily taken on the responsibility of taking care of him for the day, as he had been hit with a de-aging quirk. He seemed to have his memories, but they were taken as though he had never been older than his young age now.

There in her house, she had been with him for the greater majority of the afternoon. He was relatively quiet and did not ask her much. Currently they were sitting at the kitchen table drawing together. She tried to peek over and see his work but he quickly noticed and pulled his paper closer to him to try and hide it.

“Aw, c'mon Shouji, I want to know what you’re drawing,” she said to him.

He blushed profusely at her shaking his head no slightly, “It’s a secret.”

“I’ll show you what I drew if you show me what you drew?” She tried to bargain with him.

“No thank you, I already saw yours,” he said continuing to coloring his picture carefully.

“Hmph,” Y/n huffed, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair, “Will you show me when it’s done?”

Shouji seemed to ponder the thought for a moment before nodding his head in agreement.

“Oh thank you!” She said said giving him a big hug, a little blush coloring his cheeks.

She waited a few minutes for him to finish and when he finally placed his pencil down she sat forward in anticipation. He had taken a lot of time and care in making his drawing and she was very curious to see what it was. She wondered, would it be a hero, himself, a funny creature?

Slowly shouji lifter up the paper to show her, he looked to the side to try and avoid eye contact.

There on the paper was a very childish picture of the two of them. He had drawn himself much taller than he currently was, it was more true to his actual height in comparison to her. They were wearing they’re usual clothing and holding hands. A little red heart had been colored in above their heads.

“Oh Shouji, that’s so cute! I like it! Are holding hands?” She asked him.

He continued to look away from her but nodded his head politely as he grew flustered. He placed his paper down and folded his hands in his lap.

“I think that you’re very nice, and pretty and when I get older I’m going to ask you on a date…” He said quitely.

Y/n’s eyes widened at his confession, she did not know if he would remember anything when the quirks effects wore off, or if he only felt that way because he was a child. Either way she was flattered by the gesture of the picture.

“Oh, Shouji, that’s so sweet of you. If you want when you get older, you can defitenly do that, alright?” She had no idea if he would remember he had said those words to her or vice versa, but she certainly didn’t want to shoot down the poor little boys heart.

“Why don’t you go wash your hands so we can make a snack together,” She told him still smiling and beginning to,clear off the table.

“Okay,” he beamed up at her, running to wash his hands.

After a while, Y/n noticed that Shouji was taking a long time to wash his hands, with children you usually have to tell them to wash longer or again. So she headed towards the bathroom and knocked on the door.

“Shouji, are you okay in there? You’re taking a while.”

Inside the bathroom Shouji panicked, he had grown back to his normal self and the small clothes he had been wearing no longer fit him. Not only that but he recalled everything that had happened; he was worried that his confession wasn’t taken serious or that she hadn’t rejected him solely because she was to kind to hurt a child’s feelings.

“Shouji?"She said worriedly.

He cleared his throat,” I’m fine, I’ve just returned back to normal.“

"Oh! You have your clothes in your backpack, I’ll get them for you!” She quickly rushed away and returned with his pack.

She knocked again. He opened the door slightly and reached out for the back pack.

“Thank you,” he said.

When he walked out of the bathroom he found Y/n sitting at the table looking at the picture he had drawn earlier. She was smiling at it. She noticed him and looked up brightly turning the image so he could see it.

“You draw really nice for being five,” she said.

“You know,” he started,“ now that I’m older, maybe you’d take me up on the date I mentioned.”

Y/n’s smile grew wider, “I was worried you might forget after all that time.”

Shouji laughed slightly looking down and away from her, a smile evident from his eyes. She laughed with him.

“I’d love to go on a date with you.”

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