#cyborg x reader

Jason Todd:

“Jay,” you whine, tugging on his hand to slow him down. 

He stops in his tracks, a brick wall of muscle, and turns to face you. “What’s going on?”

“...my feet hurt.”

He cocks a brow, glancing down at the shoes he’d definitely warned you about before leaving the house. “Uh huh?”

You only nod, hot embarrassment creeping in as you basically admit what he already told you. You shuffle awkwardly in your shoes, hoping to get some relief from the way the edges of your shoes are rubbing against the backs of your ankles.

And despite how badly he wants to say ‘I told you so’, he bites his lip. He can’t bare to see you in pain like this and that cute, somewhat odd looking shuffling you’re doing only pains him even more.

Jason hums, kneeling down in front of you, “come on, then.”

You’re quick to lean against his back, wrapping your arms around the width of his shoulders and letting his arms hoist your legs. Jason rises easily to his feet, hopping slightly to adjust you on his back.

You squeeze his shoulders, planting a kiss to the side of his face. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Roy Harper:

The sweltering heat of the day only makes your feet hurt even worse, each step making you wince. You wipe the sweat off your brow and stop in your tracks, Roy following suit.

“Everything alright?” He cocks his head to the side, red hair stuck to his forehead with sweat.

You frown, “my feet are starting to hurt.”

He offers you an incredulous grin, giving a half-hearted glance down to your feet. He hadn’t said anything when he’d picked you up this morning, but he’d thought it: those are not the shoes to wear when you’re going to be walking as much as you are today.

He laces his fingers through yours, tugging you along to a nearby bench and forcing you to sit. “Here,” he says, slinging his bag over his shoulder and digging through it.

You watch him rummage through the backpack before pulling out a pair of sneakers that are very much not his size. You blink, “are those?”

“For you,” he holds them out. “Figured you might want them.”

You’re speechless as you kick off your old shoes, Roy handing you a pair of clean socks. You pull them over, your feet instantly soothed by the absence of your shoes, before gently pulling on your sneakers.

You look at him with teary eyes, “how could you possibly know I’d need these?”

He shrugs, grinning cockily. “I just know things, babe.”

Wally West:

“My feet hurt.”

Wally stops in his tracks, hand tightening around yours. “Hm,” he smiles, “I wonder why?”

“My shoes I think…” 

He glances down, looking at the exact shoes he’d told you would hurt your feet with all the walking you’d be doing today. Still, they were cute and they matched your outfit, and you’ve never been one to listen very well to Wally, anyway.

He sighs, dropping to his knees on the pavement in front of you.

“Walls, what are you—”

You’re silenced when he lifts one of your feet to the top of his thigh, untying the laces of his sneakers. The switch is so fast you hardly notice it, your own feet feeling relieved when they’re placed in the warm comfort of Wally’s much too big sneakers.

He doesn’t even hesitate before he shoves his feet into your shoes. It’s awkward and it can’t possibly be comfortable with the way his ankles are hanging off the back end of your shoes.

“Are you sure?”

“As long as you’re not in pain, that’s all I care about.” He rises to his feet, doing a little twirl for you, “besides, I feel like a baddie.”

You can’t help but laugh a little, rising on your toes to kiss him on the cheek. “You are a baddie.”

“Damn straight.”

Victor Stone:

The ground outside the bar feels uneven beneath your feet, making you rock on your heels and cause your already painful shoes to rub even harsher on your heels. You wince, stopping in your tracks.

Victor stops the second you do, whirling around on you with concern in his eyes. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”

“My feet hurt,” you mumble out, leaning against him to stand on one foot, rubbing the back of your ankle. “It’s fine.”

His brows knit together, arms crossing over his broad chest. It very much is not fine, not when you’re practically limping.

You recognize that defiant look on his face instantly, opening your mouth to say something when all of a sudden he lifts you into his strong arms. 

“Vic!”

“What?” He says, half-hiding his smile, “I just like sweeping you off your feet.”

You let yourself relax against his chest, breathing a sigh of relief at the lack of pain in your feet. “Mhm?”

He kisses the side of your head, resuming his walk down the street like nothing happened. “Mhm, makes me feel like your knight in shining…chrome.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, enjoying the warmth he brings to the cool summer night. His arms feel safe to you, like the most natural place in the world. You lean in, kissing at his jaw.

“My hero.”

He flexes a muscle playfully, offering you a wink. “You know it.”

Garth:

You’re limping. It’s the first thing Garth notices when he meets up with you at the boardwalk, the grin on his face fading just a little. You’re shuffling awkwardly, walking on the balls of your feet like anything else will cause you pain. 

You smile when you see him, immediately throwing your arms around him. “Garth!”

He wraps his own arms around you, hugging you tightly. “Hi, baby.”

You pull away, forcing your face to remain neutral despite the way your heels rub against the backs of your shoes. It burns, and it’s definitely going to give you some nasty blisters later.

His brows furrow together. “You’re in pain.”

You shrug, “it’s just my shoes.”

Just your shoes? Garth shudders, he’s in pain just looking at you. 

He laces his fingers through yours, shaking his head. “Come on.”

You let him drag you down the boardwalk strip, past all the souvenir and food shops and into the air conditioned hut of a store that mainly sells bathing suits, towels and flipflops.

“Go, pick out a pair.”

“Garth, it’s fine.”

He levels you with a serious look, “I’m not gonna be able to rest until I know you’re not in pain so please, just pick some out.”

And you give in like you always do, examining the shop wall and settling on a pair of comfortable looking sandals. Before you go up to the counter to pay, Garth snatches them from your hand, paying for them before you even have the chance to say no.

Outside, he kneels down in front of you, replacing your uncomfortable shoes for the nice, cozy flip flops he’d just bought for you.

He pats your foot gently when he puts it down. “There, all better.”

You smile, running your fingers through his hair. “Thank you, baby.”

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Kyle Rayner:

Style Of Affection: Kyle is exuberant, Kyle lavishes affection. He's eager to press a kiss to the crown of your forehead, to the slope of your shoulder, to the crook of your arm. Whenever the two of you walk around in public, he wants to hold hands and shoots you a pout if you deny him for any practical reason ("Oh, so you hate me, then?"). In private, he always has a casual arm or leg draped over you. He wants to be touching you, he wants to be near you—he's like an excitable golden retriever who needs constant affirmation of love.

Dates: Everything is either meticulously planned once every 1.5 business years or spur-of-the-moment. The two of you can be found in a hole-in-the-wall pho place, eating street vendor burgers as the two of you go to the indie movie theater, painting each other in the comfort of your apartment while popcorn burns in the microwave—he's always down for an adventure, big or small. And you're happy to do it with him.

Gifts: Kyle gets you gifts that range all across the spectrum. It could be anything from that pair of shoes you were eyeing in the window, to a meticulously painted portrait of you that he's chipped away at over the course of months, to a nice rock he spotted on a faraway planet because he "thought you'd like it." And you always appreciate all of them.

Kissing? He's an exuberant kisser, to say the least. There's always energy and passion stored in every kiss, intention laced in the way that he presses his mouth against yours. There's always desperate longing written into the way that his lips find you, as though he'll never get another chance and he needs to savor this as much as he can.

What Kind of Lover Are They? He's so, so eager to please. You want him to go down on you for hours? Can do, baby. You want to try something slow and sensual? Say no more. You want to fuck? He's already stripping and ready to go. He wants to make sure that you're always satisfied.

Jealousy? Kyle gets jealous, but it shows very easily. He gravitates towards you if there's a hint of any competition, but he's quick to verbalize his feelings the second the two of you have a moment of privacy—though it almost always shows on his face the second it registers. You always reassure him, and he always bounces back quickly.

Do They Say I Love You? Often, constantly, frequently. Never wants the two of you to part ways without him making sure you've exchanged it. Says it before the two of you go to sleep, before you head out to work. Always always always.

Akihiro/Daken:

Style of Affection: He keeps you on a tight leash, so to speak—whenever the two of you are in a room together, he ensures that he keeps his hand hefted over your shoulder. If it embarrasses you, the way that his palm and wandering fingers loom over your chest, far too low down your back—even on the slope of your ass—any complain you make will fall on deaf ears. And if you complain too much—he'll just be able to use his powers to mollify any request for leniency on your part. You'll acquiesce eventually.

Dates: His favorite type of date is doing something indulgent, opulent, and in pursuit of his own self-gratification. Whether that's a pulsating, pounding club that he guides you into the center so that he can make sure that everyone knows who you belong to—or if it's the bathroom later so that the two of you can snort coke off the toilet seat—or if it's hopping in a sleek limo with less-than-savory characters to "have a few drinks—"—he's all or it. And you're tagging along for the adrenaline rush that he gets off of it.

Gifts: That's a nice thought. You already have the gift of him and any alcohol or drugs that he wants to ply you with—what more could you ask for?

Kissing? Whenever he kisses you, it's always so that you can get a taste of whatever was on his tongue last—blood, alcohol, pills, the taste of your orgasm—and he always makes it feel like it's your last.

What Kind of Lover Are They? He's a selfish lover—always demanding that you stay sucking his cock for hours, edging him so that he can come all over your face. Using you like the fuckdoll that he wants to treat you with—if you're uncomfortable with the position he wants, that's okay; he'll just use his phermone manipulation to make sure that you're fine with it. You always come around eventually—and come on his cock, to think of it.

Jealous? He's very easily made jealous, but he doesn't take care to mince words. He'll speak his mind and make sure that you take extra, extra time in the bedroom to make sure that you're very sorry for making him worry about the status of your relationship like that.

Do They Say I Love You? Nah.

Elektra Natchios:

Affection: Subtle but intentional. She wakes you up with a lingering kiss to your cheek, will press a kiss to the inside of your wrist on occasion in public, will drape a hand down your cheek. But never anything too ostentatious unless she has the privilege of your privacy—and everything is charged with a low, simmering energy.

Dates: Everything you go on is deliberately composed—to a penthouse sushi restaurant, to a stylish orchestral concert in Madison Square Garden, to a destination resort vacation. You are always informed of them ahead of time and with exacting expectation that you make time for them in your schedule, which you do.

Gifts: She's an excellent gift-giver, and she always gets you what you want. You don't even need to hint—anytime you even so much as set longing glance on something, it's yours. She always delivers it at perfect occasion—the trip you mentioned might be fun one day, the book you read the back of with vested interest in the bookstore. You don't want for anything with her.

Kissing? She always kisses you with slow-burning, simmering intensity—starting slow, gentle—before crescendoing in passion as her hands search you out, as her tongue licks up yours. Always, always leaving you breathless for more.

What Kind of Lover Are They? She's a giver, for certain, but she enjoys drawing it out of you. Always loves torturing you with intentionally deliberate pace—she relishes the act of making you so flustered and bereft of coherent thought until she can finally make you come. Then she'll do it all over again.

Jealous? She gets jealous in the sense that she expresses herself with jealous physicality. Her touch loiters on your body, her arms ruck around you, her words—though never directed at you—become clipped, direct, indicating the souring of mood. She's slow to have her jealousy soothed, but always comes out of it eventually.

Do They Say I Love You? Often. She makes sure to say it to you with every kiss, after you collapse next to her sweaty in bed, before she leaves for her work. Every time you never doubt if she means it.

Victor Stone:

Affection: Vic is an earnest man, and is intent to make sure that you're aware of his love for you. Holding hands, chaste, gentle kisses to your cheek in public, compliments he pays you about how good your hair looks or how cute your smile is or how good that outfit looks on you—sending you smiles and winks from across the room. Leaving you goofy yet sweet post-it notes on the kitchen counter or the bathroom window.

Dates: Vic always puts in the effort to make sure that you have a great time, wherever the two of you go; and he makes suer to put variety into the experience. If you're going to the movies, he's getting you both the nicest seats, the candy that you like, drizzling extra butter on the popcorn, and paying for it all. If the two of you are going out to a fancy dinner, then it's your favorite place or that one you've been drooling over whenever you see it on your FYP, and he's covering the bill. Everything is always layered with deliberate aim to make sure that you know he cares about making you happy.

Gifts: Vic always buys you things that are across the gamut of things that you like, all across the spectrum of extravagance—to a scarf that he thought brought out the color of your eyes. To the tickets to a concert to the band you've been playing in the car the most often. To a homemade birthday cake that he made just for you, right after the dinner with all your friends that he invited (and he didn't even have to ask for their phone numbers).

Kissing? He always errs on the side of caution just because of the cybernetic enhancements, so he's always a gentle kisser. You're the one that has to encourage him to crank up the heat a little bit, which he always acquiesces to—by degrees. It's just him playing overcautious, which is kind of endearing, but not always when you want to get in his pants.

What Kind of Lover Are They? He's super considerate to your needs and how you're feeling in bed—he just wants to commit the touch of you, the taste of you to what physical parts of his body remain as well as what the receptors of his cybernetic parts detect—both are pleasurable for him in different ways. Prefers lovemaking to fucking, especially considering the enhanced strength he has—but if you ask when the moment's right, you'll find your diligent efforts rewarded ;)

Jealous? Vic is fairly confident in the security of your relationship, so it takes a lot to rattle his faith in you. If there's ever a sliver of doubt, he goes about communicating with you pretty openly and honestly to make sure the two of you can get to an understanding resolution.

Do They Say I Love You? Vic was the first to say 'I love you,' and is always the first one to say it every single time afterwards. The squeeze of both of his hands—one mechanical, the other flesh and blood—feel warm against yours, paired with the love that speaks in his eyes as he says it, every single time.

Victor Von Doom:

Affection: Doom is possessive, Doom is controlling, Doom is dictatorial. Doom chose you because he wanted you and knew that it wasn't a matter of if he would have you, it was a matter of when he would have you. He wants to make sure that you are always in the room with him whenever he can afford it—and he always can. You are known to all his advisors, his counsel, his people—and so you must always be by his side. And he must, of course, always have a hand on you, for you are his.

Dates: It's not a matter of money, that's always no issue. It's a matter of what you want and how quickly it can be arranged for you, which is always in fashionable, timely manner. Do you want to be able to dine in the Alps with violin quartet? It's done. Do you want to enjoy banquet-style Chinese made tableside with entertainment? It shall be completed—whatever you want, it is given.

Gifts: Of course, nice, lavish, expensive things—but in the sense that while money talks, wealth whispers. Everything is of finest quality—the clothing that he buys crafted from your exact measurements, the jewelry that he requires you wear, the weapons that he ensures you have finest tutelage to train with. They are deliberately made with you in mind.

Kissing? You have never kissed Doom—at least, not without the ability to see him. Every time, due to that issue of vanity—you are required to be blindfolded, as a pair of warm hands find the edge of your jaw and a mouth marred with injury presses against yours. If this is how you receive it—then you are pleased to do so.

What Kind of Lover Are They? Again, vanity limits what you can see, but you feel everything—though Doom exacts his control here. You are always blindfolded and bound in some way—by wrists, on your knees, face-down—but he's well-versed and generous. You never lack for orgasm whenever the two of you share a bed.

Jealousy? Doom always seethes with jealousy the second that any other competitor rises to the occasion—though it is subtle and understated. A keen eye would have to know. One such example was when the Fantastic Four arrived and Johnny Storm requested a dance from you—social niceties requested that you dance with him, under the imperious glare of Doom. You were required to soothe his jealousy in bed for several nights after that.

Do They Say I Love You? Never when you can hear—but you're made aware. From the way that when you drift to sleep after sex, the blindfold still affixed to your head, you can feel the drape of implacable fingers soothe into your shoulder. From the way that his hand rests on the small of your back when you both stand at a palatial balcony that overlooks the sea. He need not say it when everything he does expresses it to you in form of action.

Eobard Thawne:

Affection: Always does little things to stake his claim on you, and they're always laden with a subtle kind of aggression that lingers beneath the surface. Presses a kiss to the column of your neck while nipping his teeth at your pulse. Holds a hand over the slope of your waist but makes sure to clench his fingers when he does it. Kisses you but treats it like a battle to be won, and you never win. Wants you, but wants to dominate you at the same time.

Dates: You don't really get a choice in what dates the two of you go on—wherever you go is somewhere expensive, some place where he can lavish money. But it's not really for the purpose of spoiling you; more for the purpose of showing to you and everyone else how you're provided for. How he provides for you.

Gifts: He's vain—things are always connected to him, in a way. He buys you clothes that are revealing for the purpose of him being able to walk around with you as his trophy, sex toys that he can watch you use on yourself—or he just straight up promises the virility of his body as a gift for you.

Kissing? As mentioned before, he's a cruel kisser. Always wanting to have the upper hand, always wanting to bite your bottom lip between his teeth, always squeezing you to throw you off-balance and ensure he can force his tongue into your mouth.

What Kind of Lover Are They? Every time the two of you fuck, you always get fucked into next week at the cost of being able to walk for the next two. He's always brutal, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of you, even when you're on the verge of passing out. Always has to have you under him or with your ass in the air—he treats sex as an act of conquest, and he'll be the one exploring this new territory.

Jealousy? Constantly, constantly jealous, especially when there's no reason to be. Has been openly confrontational to whoever he perceives as his opposition to the point where you've had to quickly, frantically reassure him in the moment. But this was also part of the plan you see—as he demonstrates over your shoulder with a cruel smirk to whoever was stepping in on his territory.

Do They Say I Love You? Not at all. But you're certain that he either does—or this is a most visceral obsession indeed. After all—why would he treat you like this?

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley (Moon Knight):

Affection: Marc is wont to hold your hand, to compliment you on your clothes, your smile today—Steven has to shore up a little more confidence to kiss you on the cheek in front of others. Lockley enjoys pushing you into more secluded spots in public so that he can have his way with you. Marc will praise you for your qualities, Steven will share sweet smiles with you across the room—Lockley will whisper phrases in Spanish in your ear that will have you frantically scanning the room and hoping no one is bilingual.

Dates: It always depends on who's in the driver seat—you can count on Marc taking you to nice, casual affairs; a night to the movies or a bar. Steven is reliable to take you somewhere quietly sensible and romantic—a jazz performance at a local venue, an after-hours museum tour, a gallery exhibition. You and Lockley never get further than the backseat of your darkened car, with him fucking you into next week.

Gifts: All three have a fairly good idea of what to get you; a bottle of your favorite wine, a day at the spa, jewelry commemorated with Egyptian iconography—what differs is how they expect to be thanked. Marc is fine with a kiss and a thank you, Steven is satisfied with a smile and verbal confirmation—Lockley needs something a little more physical.

Kissing? Marc enjoys taking things slow and exploring the nuances of your tongue, your mouth, your body as he feels you up—Steven needs a little more coaxing from you to warm him up to the heat you want from him. It's Lockley that views it as a battle that isn't won unless he has you heaving for breath in state of disarray in the cage of his arms.

What Kind of Lover Are They? Steven's the one who ranges on the more mild end, preferring lovemaking and making sure that your needs are attended to; Marc doesn't mind switching up a few positions every now and then while making sure that the two of you get mutual satisfaction from it all—Lockley's the one who has you breathless and fucked into the mattress with nothing but pleas for him to Please, fuck—don't stop—

Jealousy? All of them demonstrate jealousy in different flavors, but Steven keeps it to himself—Marc makes sure to clear the air and the board with you—and Lockley goes directly to threatening the perpetrator themselves. You have different ways of salvaging all of the situations—but exactly how clothed you'll be depends on which of the three you're dealing with.

Do They Say I Love You? They all say I love you in different ways; Steven is the most free with it while Marc makes sure to reiterate it often enough that you're aware of his intention. Lockley takes care to establish it with the sinew of his body and the protective action that he'll assert for you in the face of any trouble. Regardless—you appreciate all of them.

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🦇﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧ Robin - 𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏

He will do anything to make you feel like part of the team.

During the first few days, you definitely feel out of place.

The Titans decide to hold a contest to recruit someone new, and Robin thinks you're the perfect choice.

You see all the other superheroes who want to join, and you feel like you’re nothing compared to them.

When they announce you as the winner, you can’t believe it! But you did it! The other candidates were all desperate for attention and tried too hard to impress the Titans.

The first time you enter the tower, Robin tells everyone not to embarrass you—but of course, no one listens. When Beast Boy and Cyborg start asking you a million questions, Robin clears his throat, and they finally get the message. You smile at him and ask for your room. Starfire is the one who shows you the way.

Twenty minutes later, Robin knocks on your door to apologize for BB and Cyborg. “They’re not bad... just curious.” You smile and reply, “No problem. I just need five more minutes and then I’ll answer all their questions. I’m curious too! I want to know everything about the team. I want us to be... friends?” Robin smiles and leaves you to settle in.

During dinner, you talk to everyone—even Raven! At one point, you ask why they chose you. Everyone turns to look at Robin, and your eyes meet his.

He’s eating in silence, but when he notices all the eyes on him, he starts coughing.

“We needed someone with your powers... and someone who isn’t annoying. We already have Beast Boy for that.” → “HEY!”

You’re not fully satisfied with the answer, but you smile at your new teammates anyway.

The next morning, you’re not sure what time everyone wakes up, so you stay in bed and wait to hear some noise before leaving your room.

The first person you see in the kitchen is Robin. He’s drinking coffee, and when he sees you, he smiles. “Early riser?” He offers you a cup, and you accept. “I want to know everything about you,” he says, and you cough in surprise. “You know, I’m the leader. I need to know my teammates for training purposes.” You nod and start telling him everything.

Robin quickly becomes your best friend in the tower. You love training together and chatting about anything. He’s good with new people—he had to welcome all the new Robins when he was younger—so he knows how to make you feel at home.

There’s nothing romantic between you two—just a really good friendship. When the others make jokes, both of you get annoyed. Friendship between a guy and a girl exists!

Robin has a huge crush on Starfire—but no one knows it. Not even Robin.

One day, you try on his costume and he laughs at you. The colors don’t suit you at all, only the mask looks right. “Everyone tries it on at some point,” he says. “It’s a canon event for all the Titans.” You both laugh.

You try to make him realize his feelings for Starfire, but he insists they’re “just good friends with a nice bond.” You don’t believe it, of course, so you talk to Starfire instead.

Thanks to your subtle pushing, Robin and Starfire finally became a couple. You start calling them “mama y papa.”

You and Robin love to strike matching poses during battle. Over time, it becomes a full-on competition. You both try to do the best pose with the most dramatic catchphrase.

When you ask the team who’s better, they say you’re both amazing. Robin always replies, “I’m better! I taught her.” You: “The student always surpasses the master!”

⋆🐾° Beast Boy - 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏

Beast Boy is like a little brother to you—annoying, but you love him anyway.

Your first meeting wasn’t great: he started asking you a billion questions and you didn’t even know where to start.

He immediately saw you as the mother figure he never had. When he makes jokes, you don’t react like the other Titans. You try to stay calm, understanding that all he really wants is attention.

You two love spending time together—whether it’s playing in the park or just watching movies. He transforms into a cat, and you play the role of the owner.

He teaches you how to play video games. When you eventually beat him, he’s stunned by his own teaching skills.

When he wants to play with someone, you’re always the first one he thinks of—because you’re patient and gentle with him.

When you’re sad, he stays by your side, even in silence (which is incredibly hard for him).

He shares everything with you—and I mean everything. “So I was walking, right? And there was this dog that pooped behind a tree, and then a kid started crying because he wanted candy, and there was a police car and I thought they were gonna arrest me but then I remembered I’m a hero and… I forgot where I was going with this.”

When he’s scared, he turns into a tiny green mouse and hides behind you.

Whenever you and Beast Boy do something stupid or dangerous, Robin scolds you like a disappointed dad. You two just look at each other and burst out laughing, which makes Robin even angrier.

Everyone thinks Beast Boy is a bad influence on you, but you’re actually worse than him. So when you both pull a prank, everyone assumes it was his idea—but it was yours. And he takes the blame.

Becoming friends with Beast Boy was almost instant. You went grocery shopping together once and came back as besties.

Beast Boy loves spilling tea with you. You talk about everything and everyone likes it’s a full-time job. When one of the Titans wants to know some gossip, they come to the two of you. If something juicy happens, he’ll say, “You make the cookies, I’ll bring the tea,” and you know it’s going to be good.

˚⊱🪷⊰˚ Raven - 𝑹𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒕𝒉

Becoming friends with Raven wasn’t easy—you had to earn her trust first, and then become tolerable.

You gave her the space she needed, so gaining her trust didn’t take long.

The two of you have a lot in common. For example, you both love reading, so you start reading the same book together and then discuss it like it’s a sacred ritual.

You basically have your own little book club. Every weekend, the two of you go out to buy new books to read.

You introduce Raven to the world of fanfiction... and now you both share the fics you find about your favorite characters.

For your birthday, she always writes a fanfic just for you—dark, a little intense, and kind of twisted—but you love everything she writes.

Raven constantly complains about movie adaptations of books. She firmly believes that movies should follow the source material word for word.

She marks her books with color-coded sticky notes and highlighters, leaving little comments in the margins. After finishing a book, she gives it to you so you can see what she liked and what she didn’t.

Raven shows affection in subtle ways: fixing your hair when it’s messy, reminding you to wear a jacket when it’s cold, or silently handing you your favorite tea when you’re stressed.

She almost never says “I love you” or “I care about you,” but she shows it through actions—and you’ve learned to recognize them.

She loves listening to you talk, even about random, silly things. At the same time, she sometimes craves silence—but she won’t say anything because she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.

When you sense she needs quiet, you stop talking and just sit beside her, resting your head on her shoulder, giving her all the space she needs to meditate.

Just to share more reading time with you, she tries genres she never would’ve touched before—even cheesy romance novels. And in the end… she kind of enjoys them.

When she’s not talking about books, she’s usually venting about Beast Boy. “He never stops talking. I wish he would just shut up sometimes.” Deep down, you know she doesn’t mean it—but you pretend to believe her anyway.

Her advice is unmatched. You always go to her when you need real answers—not sugar-coated words, but the harsh truth.

You spend countless nights together brainstorming fanfic ideas to publish on AO3 or Tumblr.

You’ve both gone through the Wattpad phase, and when you argue, one of you always brings it up. “At least I didn’t read stories where my family sold me to a mafia boss!” And then you both burst out laughing—because, of course, you both did.

She’s the kind of friend you wish you’d had back when no one seemed to understand you.

˚.🎀 Starfire - 𝑲𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒅'𝒓

With her, you literally get the girlhood you deserve.

The two of you love watching romantic movies together, and you always have to dry her tears every time something bad happens (mostly when it’s about animals).

Every morning and night, you do skincare together, and sometimes you put makeup on each other just for fun.

She likes dressing you in her pink dresses like you’re a doll because she thinks you’re as pretty as one.

You (sadly) have to tell her she can’t adopt every cat or dog she sees on the street because maybe they already have an owner.

She talks all the time about how cool Robin is, and you always listen to her. When she finishes, she asks if you’re interested in anyone.

She shares every post about feminism, war, and racism with you, adding a paragraph about what’s right or wrong in the post.

You two created the group chat “Titans!” where everyone texts even when the whole group is in the same room.

You both go to every protest for human rights. Complaining about the government is your favorite thing, and you’re probably the ones who started it.

Girly and feminist coded.

“Us? Feminists? We actually think women are better than men.”

You both like giving the men in the tower things that people think are for women.

You always shop together because the others don’t like spending a lot of time picking clothes.

Her way of showing affection is showering you with compliments, and she loves giving you little gifts.

“I saw this and it reminded me of you.”

“I bought this dress, but looking at it more closely, I’m sure it would look better on you.”

Her favorite gifts are handmade, so she always gives you cards or something made by her on your birthday.

When you post a picture, she’s always the first to like and comment: “My bestie slayed as always,” “Girl, you ate.”

She always checks if everyone is fine and tries to solve all the problems in the tower.

She’s the mother of the group. If everyone is still alive, it’s only because of her.

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆Cyborg - 𝑽𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆

You and him love to challenge each other at everything—especially after you beat him at video games one day.

With him, you can talk about everything on a deeper level. Like the meaning of life.

You’ve spent many nights arguing about things bigger than both of you, and sometimes you can’t sleep afterward because of the conversation.

He teaches you everything about technology and cars (even if you don’t understand much, you love listening to him talk about what he’s passionate about).

You’ve learned all the basics to fix things if needed.

He supports you in everything you do—but quietly. Even though he’s not very expressive, he somehow manages to show you he’s proud of you (especially when you beat him at something).

He likes to pat you on the head or use it likes a support for his arm.

You always have to wake him up because otherwise he’d sleep all day, but every time you do, you somehow “kill” him.

When he snaps at you after a bad day, he always apologizes the next day—either with a gift or a good breakfast.

He gave you your nickname in the tower, even though it annoys you a lot.

He’s like an overprotective older brother who would do anything for you, even if he doesn’t always show it.

He gave you the title of “manager” of the group because you’re the newest member, so he thinks you should organize the activities. (Actually, he did it so you could do what you love most—including the whole team—making it easier for you to settle in.)

He’s interested in your hobbies for a few days but then quickly gets bored.

You love cosplaying as Justice League characters together and playing pranks on the others.

At Halloween, you two always suggest matching costumes (Actually the other can't refuse your idea) and organize all the parties so no one feels left out.

He keeps a folder with all your best memories in his memory.

“alfred hang on i want your opinion on this: ‘am i the asshole for trying on my bosses suit? i (25m) work with some pretty famous people and my boss (45m) has a really cool suit. it’s a little stiff but i think i like it. anyways, there’s a matching hat (if you will) and it smells AWFUL, so i sprayed it with febreeze but it only made it worse—’” -you

“hang on. this cant be…” -alfred

“HOW DID YOU FIND MY REDDIT ACCOUNT?!” -barry, over comms

“your name is scarletspeedster, and we’ve been trying to wash that febreeze smell from the cowl for weeks.” -you

“my god, barry. next time, just use an old suit” -alfred

“really?!” -barry

“no” -you and alfred

you do a lot of gadget/weapon design with JL members

“it’s acceptable” -bruce

“wow, thanks” -you

“it’s…it’s good work. i mean it” -bruce

diana sits with you and tells you stories, sometimes theyre very informational

“so if you ever do end up fighting, you’re going to want to craft a very nice sword for yourself. i know you’re good at that, you’ll do just fine” -diana

barry nerds out with you sometimes

he gets real excited when he sees you designing stuff on the computer

and tries to be helpful

“wind resistance might be a problem with this design, you should go sleeker” -barry

“hey, barry? if you don’t let me do my job im gonna design a tool specifically to shut you up” -you

“harsh!” -barry

“sorry, maybe a little too far. but let me work” -you

arthur wanted cooler clothes

“can i get you some material from atlantis so you can make me a nicer suit?” -arthur

“only if you bring me extra so i can have fun with it” -you

“not a problem for the king, its a deal” -arthur

clark didn’t really need/want much

but he was a great help when testing new weapons and suits

“can you just…laser vision that target right ahead. new suit material” -you

“yeah, stand back” -clark

it held for a good 20 seconds

“better than i thought” -you

you were their eyes in the sky on missions

directions, lookout, enemies, obstacles, detours, you name it

and yeah, maybe victor could also do a great deal of this stuff, but you got to do it behind the scenes and you actually got paid pretty well for it

but occasionally you did ask him for tech support

“victor, the batcomputer froze” -you

“i know, i did that on purpose” -vic

“can you unfreeze it so i can see what’s going on?” -you

“what’s the password?” -vic

*sigh* “ilovevicstone123” -you

diana let you spar with her sometimes

which honestly scared you every time bc you know she could kill you if she wanted to (but you knew she would never)

(but she could)

you’d never be apart of the justice league, which was very okay with you because you loved being behind the scenes and not being shot at

and so long and you had tea with alfred while the rest of them were kicking ass, you’d manage