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HI HI HI HI!!!

I HAVE MY REQUEST FOR YOU :D

could you write beastboy or robin having the moments of gaining his crush and then the “oh. oh.” moment.

maybe with yn being obvious but theyre just SO oblivious to it?

GO WILD WITH IT DUDE :)

HAVE FUN!

Hello hello lovely! Thank you so much for this ask, I've been wanting to write for Teen Titans since forever tbh ahaha, thanks for the opportunity~ I really hope you like this!

I decided to go with Robin for now, but who knows, a beast boy version might come up sometime in the future ;)

“You smell nice.”

Your compliment sends Robin reeling. He gives you an odd look, running a gloved hand through his hair self-consciously. Did he smell nice? He had changed his shampoo recently, he supposed.

Why was he so concerned about what you thought?

He frowns and dismisses it with a shake of his head, heading back into his room to do further research on the man (or creature, you didn’t know which) that called themselves Slade. You sigh from the large couch you sat on in the living room, slumping against a cushion Cyborg provides for you.

“Look Y/n, you should just come out and say it at this point. Nothing’s getting through that birdbrain of his.” Cyborg advises before yelping, smashing buttons on his controller to prevent Beast Boy from winning.

The green shapeshifter was in a panic, gritting his teeth and trying his best to beat Cyborg in the game they were currently playing. Unfortunately, it results in a loss for Beast Boy and he transforms into a green dog, barking at Cyborg.

You grab the cushion you were slumped on and throw it at Beast Boy who narrowly dodges it with a screech, reverting into his human form and landing on the ground with a groan.

“I’ve tried,” You complain, your attention back on Cyborg who’s starting up another game, “And I’ve made it so obvious for him too. I’m constantly complimenting him, and I even made that huge dinner that one time, remember?” You grouch, crossing your arms across your chest with a grimace at the memory.

It was the day the Titans had managed to subdue Warp, and they had come back to the tower with oddly cheerful smiles and eager to celebrate Blorthog, the festival of friendship. They had entered their living room, surprised to see you already there and cooking up some homemade tacos. You had even set aside a special filling composed primarily of tofu and other spices, in consideration of Beast Boy’s diet.

Cyborg’s eyes practically turned into hearts once he saw the tacos, sniffing the air hungrily as his stomach growled. Raven nodded to you gratefully, while Starfire swept you up into a hug as you scrambled to catch the spatula that fell from your hand. Robin had swiftly moved to catch it just in time, handing it back to you with a gentle smile.

Starfire quickly releases you with a squeal, humming as she moves away to grab a plate. You wheeze, catching your breath when she sets you down. Sometimes the alien girl tended to forget she was several times stronger than you and could easily crush you with a simple hug.

Robin waits patiently for you, and you take the spatula from him with a quick "Thank you".

“No problem,” He had replied, “it’s been a crazy day, and I’m glad we could’ve come home to a home-cooked meal.”

You had raised a questioning brow at this, and Robin guides you to the couch where you sit down and he fills you in, having handed over your apron and spatula to Beast Boy who was very particular about how his tofu was cooked.

That night, you celebrated Blorthog with the Titans, remaining beside Robin the entire time. When it was time for you to head to bed, Starfire walks you to her room and sets you down, her eyes shining with an all-knowing glint.

“What’s going on?” You complain, alternating between rubbing your shoulders and arms with a wince, the muscles aching from how much you had exerted them that day with all the prep work and chopping, not to mention shopping for ingredients.

“Friend Y/n, why do you not confess to Robin?”

“I’m sorry?” You stare blankly at Starfire who looks just as confused at your response. “What’re you talking about?”

“It is obvious,” she teases you with a grin, the both of you laying down on her bed. She turns to face you and you do the same, your nose creasing in scepticism. “You like him, do you not?”

You sit back up abruptly, heat creeping up your neck and into your cheeks. You stammer, at a complete loss for words. “N-no I don’t!”

Starfire hums, looking up at the ceiling. “Do you really think so, Friend Y/n?”

You lay back down with flushed cheeks, laying on your back with your hands on your stomach.

Did you like him?

Starfire’s casual question had shaken you to your core, much more than you had expected.

Well, he was good-looking, you muse; toned, too. His hair was one of your favourite things about him. It was raven black, and somehow still incredibly soft and fluffy despite all the wax he put in it regularly. You had a chance to feel it when he had dozed off in the living room, his head landing on your shoulder.

You suppress a giggle at the memory. He was incredibly mindful too and cared for all his friends, especially the Titans. He always made sure Beast Boy had spare tofu in the fridge, and that Cyborg had all the equipment and tools he needed. He constantly checked on Raven and made time to introduce Starfire to Earth’s technologies and slang.

And with you…well, your smile fades when you realise how much you’ve been enjoying your gym workouts with him, and the recent self-defence lesson you had started to take from him. Not only that, but he was the first to reach out to you after a horrible discovery about your best friend for three years, stabbing you in the back.

You didn’t know where you’d be without him, honestly. Sure, it was Beast Boy who had introduced you to his friends, but it was Robin who caught your eye the first time you met them, and it was him whom you liked to spend the most time with.

You liked to think you knew him like the back of your hand. Maybe you did, judging from how every time any of the team fought with him, they’d always send you to talk to Robin first.

You close your eyes, picturing his warm smile.

You liked it.

You tried to imagine what it’d be like if you two had a massive fight. You start to frown, your brows furrowing.

You hated that thought.

Next, you tried to imagine him with someone else. Someone whom he had a special smile for, someone that brightened up his day with just their presence alone. Someone whom he was in love with.

Someone who wasn’t you.

Your eyes fly open, surprised at how nauseous you felt at the thought. Beads of sweat had formed on your forehead and you used your wrist to wipe them off, coming to the groundbreaking realisation that you liked Robin.

Now, you stood outside your door, heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. After Cyborg’s gaming session with Beast Boy, you had all gone out for dinner where you dropped hint after hint, almost getting frustrated by his obliviousness.

Raven had just looked at you with pity.

Starfire had insisted you sleep over after dinner, and after a quick phone call to your parents, you spent yet another night in the tower.

“You’re up too?” You’re surprised to see the very boy you’ve been pining over for weeks, standing in the kitchen with his glass of water. He grabs an empty glass, setting down his own and filling it up with water from a jug. He hands it to you and you accept it gratefully, taking a sip and following him to the glass windows that stretched from the ceiling to the floor.

“Sometimes looking at the city from here, reminds me why I’m doing this.” He suddenly speaks softly, almost as if he was confiding in you.

A moment of comfortable silence passes between you two, and you take another sip of water before parting your lips to speak.

“I think it’s honourable. The fact that you’re doing this with your life on the line all the time is scary, but you don’t ever hesitate. It’s admirable.”

“Thanks.” He grins at your encouraging words before realising his hair wasn't in its usual hairstyle. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to subtly style it somewhat. You turn and face him.

Did you dare?

You hesitate before gesturing for him to hold your cup. He obliges, bending down with confusion on his face when you beckon for him to come closer. You subconsciously hold your breath, starting to run your hands through his hair gently. You comb out every lock and tangle delicately, restoring his hair to its natural state without the hair wax he always had in.

You notice the redness that painted the tips of his ears and you grin, gnawing your bottom lip with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Maybe there was hope for you after all.

You take a step back, making sure that your eyes meet and give him a soft smile. “You should keep your hair down more often. I like it.”

You hear the hitch of his breath, and he ducks his head away, handing you your glass still half-full with water. You watch in amusement as his cheeks flush a baby pink.

Robin’s not sure how to deal with the sudden compliment, not having received many of those of that nature.

Surely it wasn’t…was it?

“Are you flirting with me?”

“You finally noticed?”

You did it. No going back now. You look down at your fingers that gripped your glass tightly as if your life depended on it. Your mouth was suddenly dry.

He was taking too long to respond.

You gulp down the rest of your water down hurriedly, rushing to set it down in the basin and giving Robin a hurried ‘goodnight’ before practically sprinting down the hallway back to Starfire’s room.

Robin’s left in the living room, the dim city lights illuminating the spot where you stood in front of him just before. He stares at it dumbly, still processing your words.

You were flirting with him?

You were flirting with him.

He leans against the glass window, deep in thought and rethinking every single remark you had ever said to him, and every action you did. His eyes linger on the space where you stood moments before.

The constant compliments. When you notice he changed something subtle in his routine. The small things you did for him, like buying him a refill for his hair wax before he even realised he needed a restock, or mending a torn cape in your spare time.

But that could only mean…

Did you like him?

Did he like you?

He blinks, startled at the sudden thought. Sure, you were a great friend, and someone he enjoyed talking to. You were always there for him when he was frustrated or when he was down, and you talked him through many conflicts with his team.

He thinks back to just moments before when you had asked him to hold your cup for you. At that moment, he couldn’t help but notice the small flecks of soft yellow that reflected in your eyes from the city lights. He was enraptured as if your eyes held the entire galaxy in them; and when you asked him to come closer, he was all too happy to oblige.

When you combed out the tangles in his hair, he almost let out a blissful sigh at how nice it felt as your fingers threaded through his thick locks. He had wanted to lean his head on your shoulder, but he forced himself to focus on the glass in his hand instead.

Then you admitted to flirting with him.

Sure, he was taken aback, but his heart started to race in his chest, making him both breathless and speechless.

After all, he wasn’t sure how to respond. But strangely enough, he felt neither embarrassment nor dislike at the admittance. Instead, he felt almost…glad.

But he didn’t like you in that way, did he?

Oh.

OH.

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