#beast boy x reader x raven

[invincibledc]

“Fair Amusement”

Damian Wayne x Roth! Male reader

Summary: The small Roth spending time with the small Wayne, the two boys start to have fun until Damian gets annoyed at seeing a boy acting a little too “friendly” with the raven he finds beautiful.

Note || Y/N is the little brother of Raven, hero name is Corvus. The Latin name for Raven.

“Roth..” Damian says looking at the boy in-front of him walking ahead with excitement. “Huh? Sorry Damian what were you saying?” Y/N says looking at Damian who kept his signature frown on his face. “Why must you be so excited for such…amusement..” he says, Y/N pouted.

“Damian..I’m excited because I’m spending this amusement with you! Plus I never really had fun in a fair.. or is this an amusement park? I never knew the difference.” Y/n admitted with with an awkward chuckle. Damian looked away from the boy, he felt his face getting heated as he gritted his teeth together. “Aye! Niños, don’t go too far okay?” Jaime yells as he sees the two boys being slight further from the rest. Garfield was already loose from the team. Probably doing something reckless or gaining mad tickets.

“On it! Cmon Damian, I heard there’s a game where you can shoot these fake ducks and win a big stuff animal!” Y/N says excitedly, Damian only kept his facial expression. Trying not to show too much emotion but his eyes showed curiosity. Y/N started to get distracted by things like cotton candy and music. Damian knew the boy wants to try the shooting game, so he made you focus on your so called “journey.”

Finally making to the stand, the bright light and colors made your eyes shine with joy. Damian looked at you, time felt slow when you turned to look at him. Was this what those main characters felt when those cheesy romance movies did the slo mo? Yeah this is how he feels. You point to a big penguin. “Look! Look! They got a big stuffed animal like I said!” Damian crosses his arms loosely, “I see Roth.” You immediately nod with excitement grabbing the shotgun that was plastered. You handed the man the money and got to business.

Or at least tried to get into businesses. You seemed to have trouble holding the shotgun, the man behind the counter showed annoyance. Damian gave the man hard glare to “fix” the man’s attitude which worked. The poor small Raven must have attracted attention as a boy that seemed to be your and Damian’s age walked in and started to guide you.

Damian narrows his eyes at the boy beside you who was showing you how to shoot. He didn’t like how the boy was looking at you, Damian crossed his arms. He couldn’t help but glare, but when the boy whispered something in your ear and you chuckled. He had enough, he pushed the boy aside and got behind you. His arms and hands already making sure you were positioned to shoot the ducks. Your eyes widen seeing his eyes trained in front while being behind you. Too close behind you.

“Y/N, focus on the ducks. Shoot.” And you did. You listen to his words perfectly which made him smirk. He backed away when you won the penguin. But what he also did next was pettiness as he also went and did a try at the game. Shooting perfectly without a struggle, getting you another big penguin. Your eyes were wide in admiration, meanwhile Damian glanced at the boy who seemed to scoff and walk off. Damian walked off smugly, wrapping an arm around the boy who seemed so happy hugging the two big penguins!

“Best night ever!” You yelled as you came back into the car with the team. Garfield was already sleep with Jaime almost being the same. Kory was in the driver seat with your sister in the passenger. Raven smiled seeing her little brother happy with two penguins. “Little crow, where do you get them?” She asked softly.

“I got one for myself with the help of Damian. But Damian got me another one.” You say with a soft smile. You then lean against Damian who stiffened at the sudden action. But he soon relaxed with a smile that was covered with his hand. He looked out the window, staring at the boy’s reflection.

“That was nice of you Damian. Thank you.” Raven says. Damian only hummed, still looking at the reflection of the Roth male who seemed happy. And that made Damian happy as well.

[mikyapixie]

On this day, 45 years ago the New Teen Titans debuted in DC Comics Presents #26! This Comic included a 16 page special preview which included the debut of Starfire, Raven and Cyborg!

[midnightstar-90]

Dog Confessions

Garfield Logan x Reader

Taglist | Request | Wattpad Main Masterlist | DC Comics Masterlist

Summary: The Titans return home from a mission to find Gar and Y/N asleep on the couch. And Gar is a dog?

Warnings: Fluff, Gar as a literal dog 🥰💖 A/N: Long time no see. Yeah, I know! But here I am giving you this in return. Words: 1.4K

The Titans arrived home from their mission, only to be welcomed to silence. Kory, Rachel, Connor, and Dick each sent each other a look before Dick called out to the two members they'd left behind. When there wasn't an answer, the four instantly began to panic. That was until something green and lumpy poked out of a cover on the couch.

Dick motioned for Kory, Connor, and Rachel to stay back so that he could investigate, and the three hesitantly stayed where they were. As Dick approached the living room area, more features became more noticeable. The lump on the couch seemed way too big to be just Gar or Y/N. But when he saw a sliver of a hairy tail against a human leg, Dick instantly knew what was going on.

Dick moved closer to the other side of the couch and took a look at the other end of the cover. A small smile appeared on Dick's face as he gazed upon a sleeping Y/N who was cuddled up with a green labrador, which Dick assumed to be Gar, also sleeping.

"Dick, what is it?" Kory asked, speaking for herself, along with Connor and Rachel. She and the two teenagers behind her were genuinely confused about the situation and were unsure of how to handle the situation.

Dick didn't say a word. Instead, he shushed the magenta-haired woman and pointed down at the couch before walking over to the group.

"Y/N and Gar are asleep and I don't want to wake them," Dick said.

Everyone's mouths dropped in shock as they all took a quick glance over to the lumpy figure on the couch. Kory turned to Dick, "They're sleep? On the couch?" Dick only nodded at the woman's question. His smile grew larger by the minute.

After taking another look at the couch, Rachel decided to jump in. "Wow?" she started, walking toward the couch for a better view. "I mean- I had my thoughts, but I didn't actually think that they'd get together."

"I didn't know he could turn into a dog," Connor said, scratching his head.

Dick and Kory sent each other a knowing smile. Rachel was right. They all thought the two were dating. There were clear signs. Between the frequent nights out, how they always share the first bite of their food with the other, and this, the group could only confirm their suspicions. Unless they deny it.

If they denied the dating rumors, then maybe they were wrong. But everyone could see the chemistry between the two.

“Alright,” Dick started as he began to usher everyone out of the room. “Let’s let them sleep.”

Kory and Connor did as they were told but Rachel decided to stay back. “One sec,” she called out, pulling out her phone. She opened the camera app and said, “I just want to document this for future purposes.”

She snapped the picture, forgetting to turn the sound off, making Gar’s ears poke up. One of his eyes slowly opened to reveal his dark brown eyes staring directly at Rachel, who was staring back with a mischievous grin.

Gar panicked and quickly morphed back into his human self. Luckily, he was under the cover, or else everyone would have seen the one downside to his powers, again.

“What’s going on?” Gar asked nervously, taking his gaze away from Rachel to look at everyone, and then back at Rachel.

“When were you gonna tell me you and Y/N were dating?” Rachel asked with a fake pout.

Gar opened his mouth to speak, but when he looked over at Dick, Kory, and Connor who were all invested with what was going on he quickly closed it.

“Don’t lie to me, Gar. You and Y/N have been all lovey dovey for a while now. Even more than Dick and Kory.”

“Hey!” Dick and Kory yelled out at the same time.

“Y/N and I aren’t together. We’re just very close. She was asleep on the couch last night, and I saw she was having a nightmare. Without thinking I somehow morphed into a dog and cuddled up next to her, hoping it would help, and it did. So, I decided to stay.”

“Does she know that you’re currently lying against her with your naked butt, because in some cases, that would be assault?” Rachel asked with an amused grin on her face.

Gar was now beet face red with embarrassment. “W-well, I clearly didn’t have the intention of morphing into a human while laying next to her. I just wanted to help her,” Gar stuttered. He stood up, taking the cover with him, to cover himself and unknowingly woke up the girl he was previously laying with.

Rachel gasped, “You like Y/N!”

It’s safe to say that Gar did not like the confrontation. His face was getting redder by the minute and his heart was beating at immense speed. He was scared to admit his feelings whether Y/N knew or not.

Gar hesitated for a moment, looking away from Rachel before looking back at her. “Okay! Yes, I like Y/N!” He blurted out, causing everyone to jump a bit before sending the boy a loving smile.

Unknowingly to everyone, Y/N was also smiling. Her eyes remained shut, but a small smile made its way onto her lips. The girl remained silent, waiting to hear more before revealing herself.

“Why don’t you tell her that,” Kory said, jumping into the conversation.

Gar looked down at his feet and shrugged. “I don’t know. Y/N is amazing. She’s an awesome fighter, she’s a talented singer, and she has the best taste in everything. I guess I just didn’t want to lose what I have with her. I honestly don’t deserve her, and if I told her how I feel, I wouldn’t be surprised if she rejected me.”

Rachel smiled and placed a hand on Gar’s naked shoulder, “Gar, you’re an amazing guy also, and I can tell you that Y/N sees that too.”

Gar’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Really?” He asked, earning a nod from Rachel. He turned to the other three and they sent him a nod also.

“Just think about it. I’m sure she won’t say no,” Rachel said, sending one last glance to Y/N before walking away with a huge smile.

Gar watched as the four of them left the room. Behind him, Y/N had finally opened her eyes and was now sitting up on the couch to face him.

“They’re right, you know?” Y/N spoke softly, making Gar jump and turn to face the girl. Her face illuminated with joy as she smiled up at him. “You are an amazing guy.”

Gar’s face scrunched up in confusion. “You heard all that?” Gar asked, pointing at the empty hallway where Rachel, Kory, Dick, and Connor all exited the room from.

Y/N nodded, “And I saw that cute little butt of yours.” She giggled as Gar tightened the cover around his body.

“I appreciate what you tried to do for me.”

The green haired boy scratched the back of his neck. “It was nothing,” he said. “I’d help any of you guys out.”

“But you morphed into a dog for me,” Y/N argued, her face beaming with pleasure.

“I don’t know how I did that,” Gar admitted with a scoff.

“Exactly.” Y/N stood from her spot on the couch. “I guess I also have some feelings I’d like to admit,” Y/N said, sheepishly.

“Oh. And what might that be?” Gar asked, nervously looking away from the girl.

Y/N stepped closer and boldly wrapped her arms around the boy’s neck. Gar turned back to face the girl, surprised by her actions. “I may or may not have been withholding my romantic feelings for you also,” she admitted.

Gar was taken aback by the girl’s confession, but it didn’t stop the large grin from appearing on his face. He went to hug her but was stopped by the cover that was covering his body from the girl’s eyes.

He cleared his throat, “Ahem! I was going to hug you, but I don’t think it would be appropriate seeing as it’s the only thing holding up the things covering up… you know what.”

Y/N looked away, a little shocked by Gar’s response before she began to laugh. She gave his chest a gentle pat and said, “Okay, how about you go get dressed and after, we can go see a movie?”

Gar nodded as Y/N released him from her hold so that he could go change. She watched as he began to leave the room, occasionally stumbling over the large cover, making the girl chuckle.

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[a103-chris-mm]

Teen Titans Au

beastboy chris x raven reader opposites attract

chris sturniolo - beastboy - 16 - goofy goober, video games, pizza, humor to deal with uncomfortable situations or subjects, has more intelligence than others think, cares about his friends, pranks, he thinks people don't take him seriously, does not give up when it comes to raven even when she pushes him away, buddy will throw himself into danger for this girl, literally short-circuits when she says something even remotely nice, probably calls her his queen or something, and does stupid shit to impress her

y/n - raven - 17 - guarded, silence over talking, meditating, reading, sarcastic, secretly thinks beastboy is funny, seems distant on the outside but she just wants to have a family, moody, powers become out of control when shes emotionally overwhelmed, slowly starts to let her guard down around beast boy, though she doesn’t directly ever tell him she enjoys his company she always does small gestures towards him, like smiling or patting him

thx to @sturns-mermaid for motivating me to put this out

ROBIN MATT X STARFIRE READER COMING SOON

taglsit; @pair-of-pantaloons @sturns-mermaid @oopsiedaisydeer @matt-sturnioloo @httpssturns @kenah-sturniolo @courta13 @sturnslux3 @nottodaysari

[cuntiel]

If I was the joker, I would carry around, cinnamon spray, because bats hate the smell and leave the area

[bartyssimp-riley-1602]

In or out Dates~ DC characters

In~

Jason, Tim, Raven, Bumblebee, Garth, Donna, Rose, Cassandra, Connor, Barbara, Luke, Johnny

Out~

Dick , Damien, Bruce, wally, Beast boy, Jinx , Jon, Bart, Stephanie, Duke, selina, clark

Both~

Starfire , Cyborg , Blackfire , Roy, Duela, Zatara, M'gann, Jaime, Helena, slade, canary

[sillylittlespam]

my post about the jason todd x raven’s apprentice!reader reached a lot more people than i expected, so i’m hoping this does too!

*if you don’t feel like reading my little ramble, skip to the end and vote which color powers you think would be coolest!

so reader and raven aren’t related or anything, but they have similar powers. however! that being said, i’m having a hard time figuring out what the reader’s color scheme should be, so i did what i do best and made some mood boards from pinterest!

so first we have red, which i was originally gonna do with jason’s whole red scheme, and i think the red gothic look is cool as hell. it would definitely give off wanda vibes, and reader and jason could be all matchy matchy

my second choice would be purple, since that’s the color that is most associated with raven. also i love raven queen from ever after high and i could totally take inspo from that

and then in the og titans, raven was blue i believe so the blue powers are sort of self-explanatory

and then there would be no real reason for choosing green, just that it looks cool as hell, and i could call reader x jason the christmas duo (and it reminds me of rio from agatha all along)

red hood will be the love interest, do with that what you will.

[men-written-by-women-enthusiast]

Loathing. (A Dick Grayson/Reader/Jason Todd Story)

NOT POLY

F!Reader

Word Count:6.1k

18+ MINORS DNI

Chapter 1

It has been years.

It has been exactly nine years since you have laid eyes on Jason Todd. He was once a Robin, a very damn good one at that. He was reckless, smart, and cunning. But he always bit the bullet and dove straight into trouble, disregarding the consequences. 

That’s what he did all those years ago. Rushed into trouble, and Batman was too late to save him.

He was a teenager,  sixteen years of age. You were seventeen, teetering on the edge of eighteen. You had been elated, ready to kick off your life as a full adult. An acceptance to Gotham University came in just the day before. 

“Why aren’t you leaving?” He asked quietly. He was sitting atop your desk, hands caressing a copy of Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment. His fingers flapped the next page over while his eyes skimmed the words. You knew he wasn’t actually reading, he was only trying to be nonchalant.

“Because I love the constant fear of being blown up by a Jack-in-the-box time bomb,” you grinned. He gave you a look beneath his brows, he was silently warning you to ‘knock it off’. He gave you that fleeting signal often. “Because I want to be around… family. To help the city. If there’s still a tomorrow I’m doing something to make it better. Gotham is fucked, yes, but we still have leading research facilities, and not to mention lots of opportunities.” He hummed in reply, however it was more in the territory of a passive grunt. 

“And the people,” you added with a smile, your hands busy while you tapped away at your laptop, back resting against the wall just behind your bed. Your feet were propped on a pillow. “The people make it better too.”

“Oh yeah?” His voice perked up, you can practically feel his icy blue eyes studying the side of your face while your own continued to skim an article. 

“Mhm. Bruce of course. Then there’s Dick, and Alfred,” you listed them off, practically giggling by the time you mentioned the badass butler that often took you in. Jason huffed, rolling his eyes while he angrily flapped to the next page in the book. 

“I’m joking, Jay. Your existence makes the city that much better, too,” you spared him a glance over the screen, spotting a small smile that began to stretch his warm pink lips. A boyish glint was in his eyes. With a small chuckle you clicked your laptop closed and set it aside. A low, rough sound escaped the guttural depths of your throat while you picked yourself up to rest on your knees, the bone pressing against the mattress while you moved forwards and sat staring straight at the boy. Your legs were folded beneath you. He looked up from the pages, meeting your own gaze with a silent expectation. When the moment of slightly awkward quietness passed, he cocked a brow in question. “I’m bored,” you said simply.

“And you’d like me to solve this how?” He said with a chuckle, closing the book but a thumb separating the pages still. He was saving his place. 

With a deep inhale and exhale you sank further into the bed, rolling onto your back while your head pulled off the ledge. You peered up at Jason, however he was completely inverted due to your new angle. You closed your eyes, a smile on your lips.

“Read to me.”

By the sound of his own deep sigh (that always signified you were about to get what you want) you could hear the fabric of his black cargos sink off of your desk and towards your bookshelf.  “What are we in the mood for today?” he asked through a breath, placing Crime and Punishment back into the piece of furniture. 

“Mmm,” you hummed, nose scrunching and brows furrowing while you pondered. Your facial features relaxed once you came upon the realisation. “Gone With the Wind, please.”

“I hate that one,” he grumbled, but you could distinctly hear the thick volume being pulled off of the shelf.

“You only hate it because of the ending,” you shot back with  a grin, the lids of your eyes still closed shut. 

“Exactly. It sucks,” he said, a weight sitting next to you, the cushion caving. Pages flipped.

“You only think it sucks because-”

“Because they don’t end up together. It’s so…”

“Sad?” you completed the sentence. “The ending is what was best for both of them. It’s what needed to happen.”

“No. Pointless. That’s the word I was looking for,” you could practically hear his smirk while he spoke. “All of that work and effort all shot to shit.”

“Oh, shut up and read,” you shot back quickly. 

He cleared his throat.

“‘Scarlett O’Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were…’ ” he began, his voice resonating through the small space of your bedroom. 

Soon you fell asleep, as you usually did when he read. When you woke up, he wasn’t there. The book was placed on your desk, a piece of paper torn from a notepad separating the pages, a makeshift bookmark. Looking out your window of your seventeen story high apartment that was shared between your mother, you could see the beginnings of the city skyline, the sun having been ducked behind the skyscrapers for a while. He’d gone out doing his vigilantism, you were sure. You’d see him tomorrow.

Except you didn’t.

Or the day after that.

Or after that one either.

It had been four whole days before you decided to visit the manor.

Alfred broke the news as gently as he could with bloodshot eyes.

Jason was dead.

—°.⋆ 𓆰𓆪 ⋆.°—

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“You have to be fucking kidding me,” you said, shaking your masked head. Your feet dangled off the jut of an apartment complex, kicking your feet idly. In your lap lay a flat tablet-esque piece of machinery, but what it can do is so much more than making lists or sketching. When you spoke you could feel your warm breath hitting back against you, the high-tech metal mask having a ventilation mechanism, but not a fantastic one. You were always too busy installing… other things. 

Its design by itself was one of your more creative endeavors. A pitch black visor was across your eyes, something you decked out with thermal, cross reference capabilities, and an overall master system of mostly whatever you needed. You had taken most of the code of the Batcomputer from Bruce and transfused it within your helmet. From the visor fused the metal piece that stretched from underneath your eyes and hugged beneath your jaw, hugging the sides of your head and wrapped around your ears. All for the purpose of concealing your identity to the general public. Your suit, however, was far more simple than the rest of your team’s. Simple, mostly black. An extremely dark olive green bulletproof vest, long sleeved with two strips of the very same green running down your shoulders to your wrists where it met your gloved hands (a rubber-like material at your fingertips to allow yourself easy control against screens.) Of course you had your utility belt, decked with small weapons, artillery, daggers, and one firearm. It wasn’t going to win you any costume contests, but it was convenient, comfortable, and very useful.

“What? What’s wrong?” one voice carried through your earpiece. Gar. As others know him, Beast Boy.

“Is he moving? Hey, you have to talk to us, brainiac,” Dick added. He lived up to his nickname, that’s for damn sure. 

“Fuck off,” you said through a sigh, fingers tapping on a plethora of buttons. You held the tablet up, camera pointed straight at an abandoned dilapidated building. A thermal scan. “Birdbrain, Raven, go up the southside, looks like their leader is fleeing that way according to my data. Gar, Star, Cy, you’re on crowd control. Cronies are going everywhere, left and right.”

 In front of your eyes you could see a clear X-ray scan of the whole building. Each story of the building was a deep blue while red hot heat signatures in the obvious shapes of running humans retreated every which way. Some scattered down the stairway, others opted for the elevator quite stupidly. Some hid behind pieces of abandoned furniture, of which held a purple opaque scan signature.

 Of these heat signatures were the clear outlines of your friends, Starfire’s flames heat to a brilliant orange on your tablet, creating a barrier at one exit. Cyborg’s own data came up similar to the furniture, except his living, flesh parts molded with his tech. He was holding two criminals to the ground currently. Gar, a story above Starfire and a Cyborg, contorted his body at strange angles until he moulded into a tiger. You could hear the distinct visceral roar that ripped through his throat before he scared another two cronies shitless. The one criminal that had decided to hide behind a couch began to tremble. You pulled up their vitals. Their heart rate pumped at a steady 103 BPM. They really were scared shitless.

 You could tell because of the newly colored splotch on the man’s backside. 

Gar’s monstrous paws scraped against the ground, his nose pressed into the ground. In your mind’s eye you could distinctly see his brilliant green colored fur accompanied by his lime eyes. Exactly what the criminal was staring straight at now. A scream erupted from the building, a man’s girlish screech. It felt like watching a far more entertaining ant farm through your screen, completely separated from the action, just across the street, yet close enough to feel the adrenaline infused atmosphere.

“Who are you working for?” You could hear Dick’s distinct voice through the comlink. They could mute one another’s voices, but you had full access to everyone’s throughout missions such as this. You were the glorified ‘man-in-the-chair’, except far more useful on ground. And, not to mention, physically skilled.

You could hear the criminal choke, a small electric crack let you figure (quite safely so) that Nightwing was using his escrima sticks. You flicked through your mental images, things you’ve seen when you had to be on the frontlines. You could vividly see his stance, crouched over the laying aggressor, black metal pressed against their throat, the blue electricity crackling dangerously close to the criminal’s jawline. 

“I-I…” a gasp for air, “I can’t say—“

“Like hell you can’t,” you heard Dick grit. 

Your eyes squinted ever so slightly, trying to mentally map the situation. The cronie, their voice deep and raspy, but the tone. They were scared. Usually people in their position were, but not to this degree. Once they’re pinned, especially by Nightwing, they’ll sing like a canary. From what you can inspect though, not only are they scared of Nightwing, but they were terrified of someone else entirely. 

You heard your name in an aloft, airy tone within your receiver. It was Star.

“Where should we go next? The men I have intercepted are now sleeping.”

“What kind of sleeping?” A raspy boyish voice interjected. Beastboy. Star must have her channel opened again.

“The kind when I hit them really hard across the head and they fall.”

“Good job, Star,” another voice joined the bunch. Deep, a slight tinge of something else to it. Something inhuman, but completely cool. Something, very slightly, mechanical. Cyborg.

“Hang on,” you mumbled, trying to turn down their feeds to focus solely on Dick’s, “stay in your stations for now. Dick is getting the information.”

“Got it,” Beastboy and Cy said in unison.

“I shall make the criminals pillows with the paper towels in the bathroom,” Star said, a small huff and shake of your head leaving you with a smile. Raven hadn’t clocked in over the comms, but you weren’t all that surprised. She usually preferred staying silent anyways.

You heard an aggressive thump, flesh upon flesh. This was from Dick’s comm. Rustling? Grunts, air leaving someone’s lungs. A quick and sudden zap sounded next, the wrestling stopping immediately.

“Who… hired… you,” Dick panted, putting a heavy emphasis on the middle word.

His gasps for air, the authority in his words… hell. If you hadn’t found him incredibly insufferable, you may have thought it sounded vaguely attractive.

“He… he…” the criminal started, “he’s new.”

New? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

“New?” Dick echoed your thoughts.

“He just showed up to the scene. No one knows him. No one’s really seen him. His face. He just tells us what to do, and we do it. He—“

Zzzchhhh

Your comlink.

It was disconnected. 

Feed severed, and in its place a cotton filled buzz that was transmitted straight to your ears through your helmet-esque mask instead of the usual voices of your team.

“Dick?” You said in a voice that was teetering on the edge of panic. You began to shuffle to your feet, the concrete scraping against the padding of your boots. “Star? Cy? Beastboy?” You said hurriedly, tapping away at your tablet. 

Signal lost.

You can’t use any of your tech right now.

Your breathing quickened, thoughts rushing to figure out why this would happen so you can address the issue promptly. You began to pace, flicking through the layers upon layers of heavy code upon your holographic tablet. No… no… no…

“Don’t you think this is unfair?”

You stilled. Your spine snapped straight. Whoever said that was behind you, and it was definitely someone you did not recognize. You clicked a circular button on the edge of the tablet, the screen sinking and retracting into a strip that held the previously pushed button. Slowly, you snapped the now stick-like mechanism to your utility belt before you turned. There was a man. A fully grown man with a fully black ops-like getup accompanied by a well worn leather jacket. It was simple, unassuming, until it came to his head. It was encased in a crimson red shell, black lines edging his jaw but ran up either side of his face and struck through the eyes. The eyes, squarish shapes lightened by a sharp white gleam. 

That’s one hell of a helmet.

“Think what’s unfair?” You prompted, taking a slight step backwards.

He had his arms crossed against a broad chest of pure muscle, one foot lazily kicking out, moseying forwards towards you in two small struts, “the rest of your… team get to go down in the fray while you… sit here?”

“I do a lot more than sitting,” you said underneath your breath, trying to take another step backwards, but your heel connected with the building’s ledge.

“Yeah?” He said, his red head tilting slightly, “like what.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, casting a glance over the edge momentarily before taking in the man’s broad stature. “I shouldn’t tell you though.”

“How come?” He asked, taking another step forward. Each step he took, a strange metallic sound resounded. It was something akin to a Cowboy. You looked at his amazingly thick thighs and his utility belt. He was a whole artillery. Two large pistols strapped to his legs, a plethora of other weapons clinging to his waist. 

“Because, no offense, you don’t exactly seem like quite the friend,” you said, using your visor to check the physical state of the man. Body temp, normal. Respiratory system, mostly normal. Slightly heightened. BPM…110? Heightened for sure. Could be due to physical exertion.

“What gave you that impression?” his tone was low.

“What is this, twenty questions?” You asked irritably.

“Only if you want it to be,” he said, so close now you were practically a mere foot away from one another.

You looked up at him. His head was still tilted curiously, the only hint you were given to deduce what he may be thinking, or what his intentions may be. 

“If it is, it’s my turn,” you said through your voice modulator. It didn’t exactly alter the register of your voice, but it did make it that much more tech-y. Like talking through a walkie talkie.

“Go ahead,” he said, one of his hands that rested on his forearm turned towards you in a conceding gesture.

“Who the fuck are you?” You said.

He hissed, rolling his cranium, “sorry, doll, that’s one I can’t answer.”

“Okay, douchehead, how about why you’re here.”

“Douchehead?” he questioned. You were sure his eyebrow was cocked underneath his helmet. If he had any. 

Who the hell knows.

“Sorry,” you said, “I thought we were giving each other demeaning names.”

“And the best you could come up with is douchehea—?”

“Answer my question, dammit,” you said, trying to lift your heel up the ledge of the building. It was too high.

Glass crashed. Through your peripheral you could see the brilliant red and orange glow zipping towards yourself, accompanied by a bright blue hue, and a lime green figure. There was also a hint of purple and blue following as well. The team.

Seems like the man had seen it as well.

“Another time,” he said, your gaze looking towards the fast approaching gaggle of people and returning to where the man had stood.

Except, he wasn’t there anymore.

You looked around, using your visor for any heat signatures.

None.

He disappeared. 

A group of feet met the floor, you turning to see Raven setting down Dick. Star was next, and then Beastboy transformed from his eagle state into his usual humanoid figure. Cy settled down his thrusters, the feet burning into the concrete of the building’s roof.

Dick approached you first.

You couldn’t see his eyes through the domino mask, but his brows were still furrowed angrily.

Ah, shit.

“What happened? Why’d you sign off on comms? We needed you—“ he began, but you cut him off first, hand pressed against his chest to keep him from coming any closer.

“I didn’t choose to,” you said, irritation rising in you.

“Then what happened?” He sneered.

“I don’t—  I lost connection and then this big brute of a thing with a red head came and— I don’t know— played twenty questions,” you said truthfully, revoking your hand from Nightwing’s suit as you reached for words.

“A red head?” Beastboy’s voice cut in questionably. “Like Red Skull in my comics or—?”

“No,” you said exasperatedly, trying to make whatever the hell just happened make sense. “It was a helmet. A big glossy helmet that was just red.”

Nightwing didn’t look any less irritated. If someone else did this, he would have been fine with it. He would have patted them on the back and gave the ‘better luck next time’ speech. But you? He always had a stick shoved far too tight up his supple ass. A hand was set on your shoulder, heavy and cold. Cy.

It was a reassuring touch.

He knew what you thought. He knew almost everything due to your weekly vents while he worked in the shop. He was always a fantastic listener and provided the best advice.

“You sound insane,” the even and cool tone of Raven rang next.

“I do not understand, a man with a red head came and played a game with you?” Star chimed in.

“I just—“ you clenched your eyes shut, taking hold of your mask and clicking a release button. The metal hissed before letting go, the cool night air hitting your perspired cheeks like a saving grace. You took in a breath. “Did we get the information we needed?”

Dick pinched the bridge of his nose before shaking his cranium in answer. ‘No.’

“Great,” you said, clicking the front of your mask to the back of your belt. “I’ll see you guys back at the tower."

“And where do you think you’re going?” Dick yelled after your figure that was walking away.

You responded with a very rude hand gesture, taking a step off the ledge.  The wind from the fast descent whipped through your hair. Mid-fall, you reached for your belt, clicking out a small, flat pointed piece of metal and clicking it upon your inner wrist. You pointed upwards, feeling the pressure of the fall now at your stomach as you slowly moved yourself, back facing the oncoming ground, your locks now closing around each side of your head, but not yet covering your face.

Thwick, tink

A grappling hook, though small in appearance yet extremely strong in use, shot from the new mechanism you attached to your wrist, propelling you in a swing formation. The tip of your boot just missed the ground below by a mere inch, but didn’t escape the faint scrape against the hood of an unused taxi. 

This is what you needed.

Wild, untamed freedom.

To be away.

To do whatever you want when you want.

To get away from Dick and his high horse just because of the sole reason that he was the first Robin and the first one to break away from Bruce, making a name for himself as well as a new superhero persona that was all original. 

Had you followed suit? Yes, you had. It was all because of the stupid relationship that blossomed between the two of you. Not a romantic one, a trauma bond. Something so strong you couldn’t sever no matter how hard you may try, you always ended up with him again, and he, you. What trauma? 

Jason.

Not a day passes without him crossing your mind. Sometimes you’d dream of him. The type of dream that’s a rerun of an old memory. You were always sat upon your squeaky stiff bed, eyes closed as he read a passage from whatever book you had decided on. Gone with the Wind, Pride & Prejudice, hell, Twilight if you’d asked nicely enough. It was the sort of memory that had an old yellowed hue around the edges of your vision if you had decided to open your eyes. You’d see Jason, sitting beside you or upon your desk, comfortable, blue eyes scrolling across the text as he read aloud. If the sun hit his gaze just right, you could make out the small ringed hue of green that mixed with the primary color. 

Fuck.

He needs to leave your mind.

He’s dead.

He’s been dead.

He needs to be dead to you now.

He died when he was sixteen, and you seventeen. 

You are now twenty-six. 

Nine years, soon to be ten. And yet, through each day of those nine years, he always made himself comfortable in your mind. The mental figment of him by now has familiarized himself with the other inner demons within, more of your troubled past. Some he knew, some he didn’t. Real him, that is.

He always understood you, no matter the circumstance. Would he approve of you now? Would he have understood this? You swore you’d never end up on the field. You’d never become a vigilante. You’d never don a mask and throw yourself into trouble. You’d get your degree at Gotham University and do what you always wanted. 

Make the world a better place.

But after he was murdered… you donned that mask as quickly as you could. Fueled by nothing but revenge. 

Dick saw that.

He helped you.

He wanted the very same thing.

But now, he’s… well he’s…

A fucking asshole.

You stood atop your favorite rooftop, overlooking the city skyline of the piece of shit city you were supposed to protect. San Francisco.

All of your frustration, all of your downright anger all bubbled to the surface. When that bubble popped, you could do nothing to release it but yell it out. You kicked a stray pebble before doubling over, hands clenched at your sides. Your chest raised and fell, taking in deep, steadying breaths once you emptied your lungs. 

Tears.

Fucking hell.

You wiped them away frustratedly, which only built more up because the main fueling emotion that caused the outburst was frustration.

You picked up your cell that was clipped to your belt, scrolling through your contacts with bleary vision. You looked at the contact name, shuffling yourself into a sitting position on the ground, legs pressed against your chest. You clicked the name, holding the ringing receiver up to your ear.

It didn’t take long.

“Hello?” The deep, masculine voice said, a small hint of concern in his voice. He said your name next, prompting you to say something or as if to make sure you hadn’t accidentally dialed him.

“Bruce?” You choked.

He said your name again, concern growing steadily, a new protective instinct kicking in. 

 “What’s wrong? Where are you?”

You looked around your surroundings.

“San Francisco?” You said matter-of-factly, but tinged with confusion. He knew where you were. You sniffed, swallowing the glob of whatever was stuck in your throat. It was almost pitiful. 

You heard a slightly frustrated huff on the other end on the phone, yet still held a patient aura.

“Where?” He said again, putting emphasis on your name.

You were stilling hugging your knees to your chest with your free arm, only your eyes seeing over your caps as you spoke into your cell.

“I’m fine, Bruce, I just…” you shrugged slightly, “I don’t know. I just needed to… to talk to you, I guess.”

Silence.

“What happened?” He asked after a moment gentler.

You bit your inner lip, looking up to the newly brightening skyline, yet still held the darkness of night. The sun was coming, but wasn’t yet peering over the horizon.

“I’m just feeling a little… off… you know?”

“How so?” He asked.

“Today was just… weird. Well, tonight’s patrol. You know the weapons dealer we were talking about to you earlier? The one where we can’t actually find who the dealer is, but just who works for him? We had a lead, and I was doing my thing, and then— I—“ you let out a frustrated sigh, “something happened and I lost comms with the team, and Dick lost his shit. He always loses it when it comes to me but, the others? Hell, Raven conjured an extraterrestrial being accidentally last Saturday and the worst thing she got for that bullshit was dish duty for a week. I lose comms for one minute? I—“

“That’s just because he expects more of you.”

You fought the urge to scoff.

“Da— Bruce, we’ve been over this. He doesn’t just expect more of me, he expects me to be inhuman. Perfect in every way.”

“You knew that was going to happen when you agreed to partner with him full time.”

“It wasn’t a partnership! It was a team. It is a team. But he treats me so—“

“Like someone he’s worked besides for double the time any of the others had. Someone he knows the full potential of. He knows each of your strengths and weaknesses. He knows how much work you’ve put in to improve the strengths, and to alter the weaknesses. He knows you. He cares.” He paused. 

 “Probably too much.”

You huffed, more so breathed deeply. A quiet moment passed. The slight salty breeze of the city wafted through your hair, the sounds of very early morning traffic below sounding. You sat there for a moment, racking over every emotion and thought you’d experience the past twenty-four hours. 

You came to one simple understanding.

“He’s just not Dick anymore,” you whispered. “He’s just Nightwing.”

“Communicate.”

You clenched your eyes shut, your jaw following the action. Always, always Bruce’s go-to answer. The ‘fix-all’ of every issue you’ve ever had with the black and blue clad vigilante.

“Okay,” you whispered.

A semi-awkward few minutes passed, silence on both ends. You could swear you heard the engine roar of the Batmobile and police sirens. He must have just completed a mission before you called. You could then hear the purr of the automobile’s doors open horizontally then settle down and click closed.

“So,” he began, “when are you two visiting? Steph and Cas have been asking. Damien tries to.”

“Tries to?” You asked with a slight smile.

You heard a deep huff of a laugh.

“He usually asks what you’re up to and the latest I’ve spoken to either of you. If it’s recently he’ll get… defensive.”

“I’ll give him a call in a few,” you said with a slight smile. “What about Duke? Tim? Babs?”

“Never here enough for me to ask. I’m sure they’ll open their schedule if they knew you were going to visit.”

You smiled to yourself, a slight weight lifting from your chest and replaced with something more light and airy, tinged with a sense of longing. You wanted to see your ‘family’.

“I’ll talk to Dick,” you said quietly, closing your eyes when you said so. 

“Good.”

“Talk to you soon?”

“Of course.”

You stood, seeing just the tip of a deep golden sun rising on the other side of the Golden Gate.

“‘Night, Bats.”

“Goodnight,” he responded, adding your name to the end. You could hear the small begrudging smile on his lips. A younger you had fought hard enough to earn them, now you could just tell by his tone.

You took the cell away from your ear, ending the call.

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The Titans Tower.

A large building just by the coast, shaped like a T. You had always hated the idea, the fact that it shook out like a sore thumb and was practically begging the attention of all the adversaries your team went against. But, in true Cyborg style, he did hook up every nook and cranny of the structure with next level security measures and protocols. Not to mention two extraterrestrials, a lab experiment, a medical miracle, and two of Batman’s prodigies under the same roof added to the safety as well. It was mainly a white solid structure, black tinted windows all the way up. You drug your feet to the double door entrance, your eyes briefly looking at the terracotta pots filled with blooming wildflowers that you had brought to life before taking hold of the door handle. You pushed in, but the door didn’t give way. You pursed your lips, closing your eyes with a deep breath before trying again.

Your fingerprints were in the system. The door should open. 

Why the fuck wasn’t it.

You looked at the video intercom just to your right, glaring daggers into the camera.

“Open the door,” you said monotonously.

The sun’s morning light graced your back, you had placed your mask on before making the trek home, making sure no civilians saw your true identity. You did however see a few photographers taking your photo, so, you did suspect to see your tired alter-persona on the front page soon.

“No.”

Dick.

He was talking through the intercom.

“Now, Dick,” you said in a warning tone, “or else I swear I’m going to climb up this building and make your life a living hell.”

“Mmm,” you heard the muffled hum of his faux thinking, “apologize.”

You scrunched your nose, brows furrowing.

“Apologize?”

“Yeah,” cheeky, cocky, all the same, “apologize.”

“For what exactly?” You prompted, crossing your arms.

“For flipping me off earlier.”

Your hands clenched.

“Only if you apologize for being a piss poor ‘leader’—“

“Move—“ Cyborg, Cyborg was pushing Dick away from the main security panel. “You’re all good to come up, Ace.”

Ace. The stupid little nickname that stuck through your teenhood up to now. All because of Dick. He always had picked on you for getting such good grades, you were suspecting he was just jealous in your younger years because your A’s always had an accompanying ‘+’. His own did sometimes, but not to the consistency as yours had been. 

Ace.

“Thanks,” you said under your breath, taking hold of the handle once more and pushing in. The smell of home ran through your nose, you immediately kicked off your boots when you stepped into the foyer. The floor was white tile, walls made of dark, expensive wood. You leaned down, groaning on your way back upwards to pick up your shoes, walking slowly and achingly. Your bare feet padding against the soft ground as you made your way to the elevator. You clicked on your bedroom’s floor level, the ‘button’ on a large flat touchscreen.

“Floor Nine,” a female voice sounded before you began to ascend.

You rolled your neck, feeling the crooks and kinks as you were being smoothly lifted upwards. Your free hand touched your shoulder on the same side, moving your neck opposite to smooth out the muscle.

God, you can’t wait to get out of this suit.

The doors opened slowly after a small melodic chime, opening to a tall, waiting figure. He stared down at you with his crisp blue eyes, the domino mask no longer in the way of his true face. He was wearing a blue compression tee that matched his eyes almost perfectly and a pair of black sweats. The fringe of his black hair swooped in front of his gaze that was an expression you couldn’t truly read. You were sure he couldn’t read your own through your mask that still sat upon your face.

After a moment of awkward tension you slowly reached your hand out to the touchscreen of the elevator again, clicking wildly on a random level.

Dick rolled his eyes, hand whipping out and holding the doors open, making sure the mechanism couldn’t take you.

“Yes?” You said in a snarky question through your modulator, “what do you want?”

He barely tipped his head to the side. He was telling you to step out. With a sigh you did, your feet making soft slaps against the ground as you walked slowly. Once you were out, you dropped your boots on the ground, dirt spattering onto the flooring before looking up at the man.

“Take that stupid thing off,” he said softly, gesturing towards your helmet.

You stared up at him for a moment longer before shaking your head in opposition.

He looked up, practically rolling his eyes again without actually rolling them, shaking his head in silent prayer. He looked back down at you again, his reach stretching to the side of your face before clicking the release button. He took the chin of your mask, taking it off to reveal your face.

Your features were dirty and full of sweat, you were sure of it. Your eyes were puffy from crying earlier, possibly still red as well, cheeks flushed. Bits of your hair, already crazy and mussed by itself, were probably pressed against your forehead and held there by perspiration. You knew what you looked like without even peeking in the mirror.

He held your mask to his side, looking at you with the very same expression you couldn’t fully read.

You raised your arms and slapped them against your thighs.

“Well?” You said, “what?”

“Let’s go for a drink,” he said.

Your brow cocked upwards, your jaw slackening.

“What?” You said after a second.

“A drink,” he said, looking to the side towards the elevator, “like we used to.”

You blinked, trying to process what was happening.

“And, why?” You said, snatching your helmet front from his grasp.

A creaky sound left his throat, as if trying to find the right thing to say.

“I feel like,” he gestured his hands, switching from himself to you, then back again, “we have some things we should talk about.”

“And you want to do that… over a drink?” You asked, putting emphasis on each word, as if talking to an alien.

“I—yeah, I think it’d be a good idea,” he put his hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels.

No thanks, was what you were thinking, but not what you meant. You wanted to talk to him. Not to Nightwing, but to Richard Grayson. Maybe, with the influence of a nice amount of smooth liquor, you’d be able to get that again.

“Sure,” you said, picking up your boots, then pushing past him and the small living room area (nothing of major note but a couch and a TV mounted against the wall, large windows displaying the cityscape just on the opposite end.) and towards your bedroom.

“Tonight?” He called after you.

“Fine,” you yelled over your shoulder, you halted in your steps, face screwing in thought before you turned. You saw him, back already mid-turn towards the elevator, but upon seeing you looking at him, he turned back as well. “Who’s on night patrol?”

He snapped his fingers in one hand before slapping the same hand atop his clenched fist in thought, a long wind of breath leaving his lips.

“Cy and Star,” he answered.

You nodded, turning to your bedroom door and pressing a small pad next to the structure. The door opened in a strange way, half of it shot upwards and the other sank into the flooring below you. You stepped inside, the door closing behind you with a soft pshhhh.

God.

You can’t wait to get out of this damn suit.

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Thank you so much for reading!! I greatly appreciate it. If there’s anything you think I can improve on, or something you’d like me to continue doing, or literally just your thoughts, please! Let me know. Thank you guys :)

<3 m.w.b.w.e.

(P.S. also open to writing one-shots if anyone has any reqs :)

[cantdothis-nomore]

heyyy,

idk if ur active, but i loved your teen titans x reader scenarios!!

This idea popped into my head a while ago but could you plz write a what would the teen titans do, if you were getting picked on/made fun of (by other ppl)?

tyyy love your work!! :)))

TEEN TITANS WITH BULLIED!!READER

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Date - 03/01/25

A/N - Hey!!! I know this request has been sitting for very very long now, but I have had a very chaotic few months and have had a lot of issues with my mental and physical health which left writing a very tedious task for me.

But now I'm going to get back to writing consecutively and just wondering if I started writing for Arcane, would you guys read it?? Love you guys so muchhhhh and I'm so glad that you like my work!!! ♡

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ROBIN -

I feel like Robin would be the type of guy to work out who exactly the people are who are picking on you and immediately dig up as much dirt on them as he can

Very much a problem solving and logic finding kind of guy, would try and figure out why they're targeting you specifically

He wouldn't go immediately to physical violence or insults, but carefully crafted jabs about their past or something bad that they've done that nobody is supposed to know about

He'd comfort you and reassure that their insults were not true and that nothing is your fault to the best of his ability.

He's not the best at physical touch and all that jazz but he'll try his best, wanting to comfort and help you as much as he can, knowing that the people's words probably affected you much more than you show.

He'd definitely be the type of person to keep an eye on the people for the foreseeable future, watching them and making sure that they don't so much as breath near you again now that he knows that they were picking on you.

Definitely the protective type to be honest, what do you guys think?!

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CYBORG -

I honestly feel like he has the capacity to be the type of person to just get angry and beat the people up depending on how far they had gone with picking on you, but at the same time I feel like he would be the type to take you to the side and speak to you about it

He'd try his best to get you to talk about it without forcing the information out as he'd sense that it may be a sensitive topic as being bullied usually is.

Depending on what has happened or what the people who were picking on you have said/done, he might go and seek advice from the other titans (with your permission of course)

Honestly, just overall, I think he has the ability to be the kind of person to just get in a rage and yell/beat them up, but he would probably go straight to the questioning you about what happened and formulating a plan about what he wants to do about it.

Would be a strategist about it i will admit, (my personal opinion lol) but like Robin, he would dig up dirt about them and use that as well.

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BEAST BOY -

100% would be raring and ready to go switch into like a tiger or something and beat them up, and would probably like it as well.

100% would beg to be able to go and get them

He'd be ready to go and fight/beat them up, but he has enough brains to figure out that you're probably upset about it already and isn't willing to make you more upset if you aren't willing to let him hurt the people picking on you

Again, would turn to the other titans such as Raven to help him, wanting to find the best solution for you despite wanting to fight them himself after figuring out what has happened

He'd also be the questioning type, wanting to know what they said to you and how long it's been going on and just general information about them.

I personally feel like he'd be quite sweet about it honestly

Definitely a thinking out loud type of person

Would pester you with suggestions on how to get back at them 24/7 until the people and the issue is dealt with, just wanting to help you as much as he can because he realised you're upset

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STARFIRE -

Wouldn't understand why you didn't want to make a big fuss out of it, would pester you about it like Beast Boy

She'd be the kind of person to inquire about why they're picking on you in the first place

Her immediate solution would be to find them and beat them up to prevent them from being mean to you at all in the future

If you expressed your opinion of not wanting her to go and beat them up, she'd be confused about why but would agree as it's you asking her specifically to just leave it alone

If you expressed your opinion of wanting her to go and beat them up, she would get one of the others to find out where they lived (or she would fly around the city until she found them) and would beat them up as you requested with a threat of not picking on you again or she would find them

Honestly would not be picky about it, would do either if it made you happy even the slightest bit

Would also be very sweet about it as that's who she is, but would probably go and ask the other Titans about people who pick on other people, and ask about why and what to do so she can help you

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RAVEN -

Wouldn't honestly really care until she sees how it's affecting you, and then she'd get involved, and only then.

Would push you to explain to her what they said and when this all started, wanting to understand as much as she can about this entire situation

Would jump immediately to using her powers to scare the ever-loving crap out of them because it's funny and it might make you feel better to watch them scream in fear

If you didn't want her to do anything, she would resignatedly back off but would continuously pester you about it until you personally did something about it or let her do something instead.

If you did want her to do something about it, she'd assume that you've now shared permission to do whatever and would then take it into her hands to scare the crap out of them constantly and pick on them like they picked on you so they'd stop

She'd only stop terrorizing them when they stopped picking on you

Wouldn't take a single word against what she's doing as she only wants to make you feel better about what's going on

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Hey guys!! Sorry, this is a short one, I'm getting used to being back in the swing of writing now, haha!! I hope you like this and pleaseeeee leave me some more requests. I will get right to them!!

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[v-4-mp-slayer]

Let's talk about Requests.

Still open-August 2025

I post on Fridays.

1. It can be character x reader content (SFW or NSFW)(Headcanons or scenarios)

2. It can be canon or fanon couples content (SFW or NSFW)

3. It can be canon or fanon family fluff content

4. It can be a drawing, but i would take more time (any character, SFW (for the moment)).

5. It can be drabbles about the reader in a scenario with other characters or the characters alone but its not x anyone

Angst, fluff, smut, whatever you people want.

(If you don't see one of the couples or characters you want on the list, you can ask about them)

I can write about the next fandoms:

Arcane

Character x reader content:

Viktor

Jayce

Ekko

Vander

Fanon/canon couples:

TimeBomb

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Naruto:

character x reader content

Any character you want except Boruto characters.

(Yes, it can be Genma, Raido, Ibiki, etc. even if they are forgotten)

Fanon/canon couples:

Jiraiya/Tsunade

Neji/Tenten

Naruto/Hinata

Ino/Kiba

Kiba/Kankuro

Izumo/Kotetsu

Gaara/Rock Lee

Drabbles (angst or fluff but not x reader or anyone)

Anko Mitarashi

Ibiki Morino

Inuzuka family in general (Tsume, Hana, Kiba, etc.)

Nara family in general (Yoshino, Shikaku, Shikamaru, Ensui, etc.)

Aburame family in general (Shino, Shibi, Muta, Torune, etc.)

Yamanaka family in general (Inoichi, Fu, Ino, etc.)

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Demon Slayer

character x reader content

Uzui Tengen (and Makio, Suma, Hinatsuru)

Kyojuro Rengoku

Tanjiro Kamado

Inosuke Hashibira

Gyuu Tomioka

Haganezuka

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Harry Potter

character x reader content

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Lee Jordan

Marcus Flint

Fanon/canon couples:

Ron/Hermione

George/Angelina

Drabbles (angst or fluff but not x reader or anyone)

Weasley Family in general

The golden trio

The marauders

Malfoy family

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Marvel

character x reader content

Stephen Strange

Loki

Thor

Wong

Spiderman (any spiderman from any spiderverse, any peter parker, hobbie, pav, miles, etc.)

Drabbles (angst or fluff but not x reader or anyone)

Black widow reader

Asgardian reader (or goddess/god, it can be greek, aztec, etc.)

Deadpool/X-men reader

Miguel O'hara's daughter

Tony Stark's daughter

Tlalocan stuff

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DC comics

character x reader content

Roy Harper

Wally West

Beast Boy

Constantine

Aqualad

Fanon/canon couples:

Batcat

Beast boy/Raven

Starfire/Grayson

Oliver/Dinah

Zatanna/Constantine

Clark/Lois

Harley/Ivy

Drabbles (angst or fluff but not x reader or anyone)

Batfamily (any character or self insert)

Teen titans

Temiscira

Roy and Lian

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Others:

Sherlock Holmes x reader (any Sherlock)

Prince Caspian x reader

Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Aizawa Shota x reader

Yuri plisetsky x reader

Obi Wan Kenobi x reader

Spike x reader (btvs)

Zuko x reader

Hunter Sylvester x reader

Rodrick Heffley x reader

King/Diane

Tecna/Timmy

Addams family stuff.

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If you want, you can give me info on your oc's, and i can try and write the scenario you want to be more specific.

[fandomnerd9602]

Can you please make incorrect quotes for Titans and Raven confronting Y/N who is literally chilling out inside of Raven's mindscape with Dark Raven?

The Titans charge through Raven's mindscape to find Y/N...

They pause when they find Y/N relaxing on a couch with Dark Raven...

Y/N: hey guys

Starfire: you are not in the trouble?

Y/N: oh i am in trouble

Robin:

Y/N: love trouble

Dark Raven snuggles with Y/N...

Beast Boy: this is weird, dude!

Raven: I'm happy, Y/N's happy. deal with it

[invincibledc]

“Have you seen my boyfriend?”

TTG!Robin x Superboy!reader

Robin pouted, looking at the side of his bed to not see you. You had came over in his room to sleep with him cause he felt “lonely”. He had a nightmare, so he whispered your name and you were beside him in an instant. But now since he woke up alone, he felt the clingy urge to find his boyfriend. Robin immediately got up, exiting his room and going to the living room. There he sees Raven watching her pony show, “Raven?” He asked as he sits by her. “Have you seen Y/N?” Raven kept her attention on the screen. “No I haven’t seen your boyfriend.” Robin pouted but got up anyways.

Going to the kitchen he sees beast boy and cyborg acting like pigs and mixing up bad food combos. “Guys, have you seen superboy?” The duo could only muffle the words no with the junk food spitting out their mouths. Robin sighs sadly and leaves the kitchen. Starfire seemed to float past the sad boy before Robin immediately grabbed her.

Eagerly, he grabs tightly to the Tamaranean’s shoulders. “Have you seen my boyfriend?!!” He exclaims, eyes widening. He was starting to tweak out without the presence of his boyfriend here. “Ah!” Starfire smiled pointing to the city. “Y/N is getting you the romantic things! He said he felt bad for you last night.” Starfire giggled as Robin lets go of her. Robin’s eyes widened with a flustered look and point his grappling hook towards the window view of the city. “Thanks Star! Bye!” Immediately he grapple hooks away through a now broke window.

Now cut to you, you held flowers and chocolate for your boyfriend who you think is still at the tower. As you go to float to fly high more, you immediately get hit on your back by a body. “Y/N!!!!” You know that yell anywhere when you fell arms wrapped around your chest. “Damnit star..” you mutter under your breath, turning around to see robin have his head nuzzled into your neck. “Robin.” You say softly, you look shock to see a snot face boy with tears running down his cheeks.

You immediately fly off to a secret place where no one can see the crying sidekick. You land on a rooftop, placing the things down and having Robin in front of you. He’s crying with his hands to his face, your hands on his hips. “What’s wrong baby, tell me?” You peel off the hands of the boy, kissing his head softly. He sniffles, “I…I never had someone care for me like you!” He cries again. You smile softly and wipe his tears away, you even got a napkin you had kept for these emergencies.

“Of course I care for you, you’re my boyfriend!” Robin cried even harder which made you sweatdrop. “I love my boyfriend!” He yells out hugging you.

[mikyapixie]

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18 years ago today Teen Titans: Trouble in Tokyo premiered on Cartoon Network!!! THIS CHASE SCENE WAS THE BEST!!! I really loved the poster they made for the movie!!!

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[vinnyvamppp]

Is the Titans show good? I randomly remembered my MAX subscription.

[bloodyboi]

Hi! You like teen titans 2003 fanfics or just the cartoon itself? Well I, made a fanfic where reader is part of the team and is childhood best friends with a certain bird on Wattpad. I post every Sunday in GMT-5 time zone. Please go enjoy it or just check it out for yourself! Thanks for staying by and reading this my fellow traveler.

[trashland-llamas]

Fear Factor

x gn reader

'Fuck Jason Todd,' y/n cursed to themselves. He had been the one to find out about their fear of moths, having seen how they reacted when one had flown into the mansion. Simply chilling on the wall. He had kept it a well hidden secret until a prank war between the Teen Titan crew blew up.

Dick only allowed it to happen as it was successfully building team rapport while being an exercise in gathering Intel and its application. Something that would be useful on the field. It had quickly devolved from pranks into figuring out each other's biggest fear. Since that point, no one had been able to pin y/n's fear down.

Until Jason let the cat out of the bag, convincing Gru to shift into a moth.

Once again freezing as the green colored moth flapped his wings. Hands tightly gripping the couch cushion as Jason and Rachel watched from where they sat. Dick listening in from the kitchen as he washed the dishes. The trio more there to intervene if things went south, and to capture photo evidence if y/n screamed.

Eyes widened, y/n was fully aware they couldn’t swat the moth away. Further cursing their teammates as they slowly brought their hand up to let him use it as a perch. Ignoring the ball of dread in their stomach. Reminding themselves that this was Garfield and Garfield wouldn’t ever hurt them.

At least, not in purpose. Wondering what he thought about this all as he wandered up their wrist. Beady green eyes met theirs.

‘Y’all really thought I’d be scared of little ol’ Gru?’ Playing it off with confidence, like they didn’t spend the past 5-10 minutes sweating bullets. Hoping they didn’t see past their bullshit.

Garfield from his perspective could sense the sweat on their skin with his antennae. But he stayed in place, waiting for his teammates signal to shift back. Otherwise he would've already done so to comfort his friend. He didn't like using his abilities in this manner.

'If you're not scared, put him on your nose.' Rachel called their bluff. Empathically aware from the jump that they were right on target. She had thought their fear would've been something grander than this. Granted, she was still entertained as it wasn't the most common fears; clowns, spiders, closed spaces, or snakes.

'Fine,' y/n's voice wavered. Slowly bringing their hand up to their face, letting Gru walk onto their nose. Dick peeked around the corner, hearing their breathing turn shallow. Erring on the side of caution in case they went into shock. It was at this point that Gru decided enough was enough.

Flapping his wings to fly back to the couch cushion next to y/n. They gulped, throat dry as it spooked them. Spotting the red of his uniform as he shifted back. 'Sorry y/n/n, but you're definitely afraid of moths.' Lightly slapping his shoulder, 'Didn't mean you had to snitch on me. Was doing so well.'

'No you weren't!' Jason protested. 'Alright, fine, you figured it out. Happy?' Garfield ran after them, wanting to comfort them as he still felt a bit guilty. The 'prank war' came to a close as y/n's fear was the last one to figure out.