#Victor Stone headcanons

[mbruben-stein]

Teen Titans Masterlist:

Damian Wayne / Robin

Being Damien's twin sister would include.

Raven

Koriand'r / Starfire

Victor Stone / Cyborg

Garfield Logan / Beast Boy

Jaime Reyes / Blue Beetle

Terra

[urdreamydoodles]

DC Comics Characters x Fem!OC

You trip a little because you were too busy staring at your crush

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Kal-El (Clark Kent), Barry Allen, Diana of Themyscira, Arthur Curry, Hal Jordan, Oliver Queen, John Constantine, Roy Harper, Koriand'r (Starfire), Kara Zor-El (Supergirl), Slade Wilson, Kent Nelson (Dr. Fate), Rachel Roth, Zatanna Zatara, Wally West, Dinah Lance, Victor Stone (Cyborg) & Shayera Hol (Hawkgirl)

Bruce Wayne aka. Batman

- Bruce Wayne is a force of nature—stoic, commanding, yet with an undercurrent of gentleness that only a few ever glimpse. You’re captivated by him, the way he effortlessly blends into a crowd yet still commands attention. That’s why you don’t see the edge of the rug in the dim lighting of Wayne Manor, tripping gracelessly. Before you can hit the ground, Bruce is there, his strong hands gripping your arms with surprising care. “Are you alright?” he asks, his voice deep and steady, concern etched into his usually impassive features.

- His hold lingers for a moment longer than necessary, his sharp blue eyes scanning your face for any sign of injury. “You should be more careful,” he says, his tone soft but firm. There’s a flicker of something in his gaze—concern, maybe even something deeper—that makes your heart race. He steps back, adjusting his cufflinks as if to regain his composure, but the subtle way his eyes linger on you betrays his own faltering calm.

- Throughout the evening, Bruce stays close, his presence a quiet reassurance. He’s the epitome of subtlety—offering you a glass of water here, gently guiding you through the crowded ballroom there. His attentiveness is masked by his usual aloof demeanor, but you catch the fleeting softness in his gaze when he thinks you’re not looking. For all his carefully constructed walls, Bruce has always struggled to hide the depth of his emotions.

- Later, when the guests have departed and the manor is quiet, Bruce surprises you by breaking the silence. “You… matter to me,” he says, his voice low, almost hesitant. He looks at you, his usual stoicism giving way to vulnerability. “I’ve lost too much in my life to ignore what’s in front of me now.” His words are raw, unpolished, but they carry the weight of his guarded heart. You reach out, your fingers brushing his, and he lets out a soft sigh, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly.

Kal-El (Clark Kent) aka. Superman

- Clark Kent is the epitome of kindness, his warmth as disarming as it is comforting. You’ve always admired him—his strength tempered by humility, his smile as bright as the sun he draws his power from. Today, as you watch him navigate the newsroom with his usual charm, you’re so distracted that you trip over a stray power cord. Before you can hit the ground, he’s there, catching you with effortless ease. “Whoa, I’ve got you,” he says, his tone gentle and reassuring, his strong arms steadying you.

- Clark’s concern is immediate, his brow furrowing as he looks you over. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice soft but earnest. His hands linger on your arms, his touch as steady as his gaze. When you assure him you’re fine, he chuckles softly, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “I guess I can be a little distracting,” he teases, though the sincerity in his eyes makes it clear he’s still worried.

- Throughout the day, Clark’s attentiveness is unshakable. Whether it’s fetching you a fresh cup of coffee or subtly guiding you around potential obstacles, his protectiveness shines through in the smallest gestures. His blue eyes find yours often, his expression softening every time. When you catch him looking at you, his cheeks flush slightly, and he quickly adjusts his glasses—a nervous habit that only endears him to you further.

- Later, when the hustle of the day has settled, Clark finds you in a quiet corner of the office. “You know,” he begins, his voice low and sincere, “I’ve faced a lot of things in my life—things I never thought I’d survive. But you… you make everything feel a little brighter.” He looks down, adjusting his glasses again, before meeting your gaze. “I just hope I can be as much for you as you are for me.” His words are simple but heartfelt, and when you smile, his grin returns, radiating the warmth of a man who feels deeply and loves unconditionally.

Barry Allen aka. Flash

- Barry Allen is a whirlwind of energy and charm, his quick wit matched only by the speed at which he moves. You’re so captivated by his boyish smile and the way his hands move animatedly as he talks that you don’t see the uneven sidewalk ahead. Before you can stumble, Barry is there, catching you with a speed that leaves you breathless. “Whoa, careful!” he says, grinning as he steadies you. “You okay? That was almost a total wipeout.”

- His concern is genuine, though his teasing grin never falters. “You know, I’ve seen people fall for me before, but this is a first,” he jokes, his tone light but his hands lingering on your arms just a moment longer than necessary. When you laugh, his grin widens, and his eyes sparkle with something deeper than amusement. “Seriously, though,” he adds, his voice softening, “are you sure you’re okay?”

- Barry’s protectiveness is subtle but constant throughout the day. He’s always just a step ahead, anticipating your needs with an almost uncanny accuracy. Whether it’s holding a door open before you even reach it or catching a falling book mid-air, his actions speak louder than words. Every time his eyes meet yours, there’s a warmth there that makes your heart race, and when he blushes under your gaze, you realize he’s just as affected as you are.

- Later, when the day slows down, Barry surprises you with a rare moment of vulnerability. “You know,” he begins, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m not always the smoothest guy around, but with you… I feel like I don’t have to try so hard.” His voice is softer now, his usual bravado giving way to honesty. “I guess what I’m trying to say is… you make me want to slow down, and that’s saying something.” His cheeks flush as he looks at you, and when you smile, he lets out a breathless laugh, his grin returning with a newfound confidence.

Diana of Themyscira aka. Wonder Woman

- Diana of Themyscira carries herself with a grace and strength that feels otherworldly. You’ve always admired her, but today, as she stands in the sunlight, her armor gleaming and her smile as radiant as the dawn, you can’t look away. That’s why you trip, your foot catching on a stray root. Before you can fall, Diana is there, her arms steadying you with effortless ease. “Are you hurt?” she asks, her voice filled with concern, her dark eyes scanning you with a warrior’s precision.

- Diana’s touch is gentle despite her strength, her fingers lingering on your arm as she helps you steady yourself. “You must be more careful,” she says, her tone soft but firm. When you assure her you’re fine, she smiles, the warmth in her expression making your heart flutter. “It is easy to be distracted by beauty,” she adds, her words carrying a hint of playfulness, though her gaze remains steady on yours.

- Throughout the day, Diana stays close, her protective instincts clearly at odds with her desire to let you stand on your own. She’s ever watchful, her presence a comforting reminder of her strength. When your eyes meet, there’s a softness in her gaze that contrasts with her usual warrior’s intensity. It’s as if she’s letting you see a side of her few ever do—a side that cares deeply and feels even more.

- Later, as the sun sets and the world quiets, Diana speaks with a rare vulnerability. “You remind me of why I fight,” she says, her voice low but steady. “Not for glory or duty, but for love—for those who make the world worth saving.” She reaches out, her hand brushing yours, her touch both tender and strong. “You are more than I expected,” she adds, her smile soft but unwavering. “And I find myself drawn to you in ways I cannot ignore.” Her words are as sincere as the Amazon herself, and as you take her hand, you feel the unspoken promise of her unwavering heart.

Arthur Curry aka. Aquaman

- Arthur Curry has always carried the weight of two worlds on his shoulders, but you’ve never seen it diminish his strength or his humor. Today, as you watch him command the attention of those around him with his booming laugh and rugged charm, you lose track of your footing and stumble on a slick patch of wet tile. Before you can hit the ground, he’s there, catching you with a strength that feels like the ocean itself. “Whoa, easy there,” he says, his voice deep and warm, his golden eyes gleaming with concern.

- His hands linger on your waist as he steadies you, his brow furrowing slightly. “You okay?” he asks, his tone softer now. When you nod, his lips curl into a crooked grin. “You’ve got to watch your step around water, you know,” he teases, though there’s a flicker of something more in his gaze—something protective, maybe even possessive. “Next time, just grab onto me. I don’t mind being your anchor.”

- Throughout the day, Arthur is never far from your side. Whether it’s his broad hand brushing yours as you walk or the way he places himself between you and the crowd, his actions speak louder than words. When he laughs at your jokes or catches your eye from across the room, there’s a softness to him that contrasts with his larger-than-life persona. And when you catch him looking at you, his grin fades into something deeper, more thoughtful, as if he’s memorizing every detail of your face.

- Later, under the quiet of the moonlit ocean, Arthur opens up in a way he rarely does. “You’re different,” he says, his voice low and earnest. “Most people see the king, the warrior… but you see me. Just me.” His fingers brush yours, his touch warm despite the cool night air. “And I think… I want to be that for you. Just Arthur.” His vulnerability takes your breath away, and as you take his hand, his grin returns, softer but no less genuine.

Hal Jordan aka. Green Lantern

- Hal Jordan is impossible to ignore—the sheer confidence he exudes is magnetic, and his grin could rival the brightest star. You’re so caught up in watching him regale the group with one of his wild stories that you don’t see the loose stone on the ground. You trip, your balance faltering, but before you can fall, Hal is there, catching you with the ease of a man who’s saved the universe a dozen times. “Gotcha,” he says, his grin widening as he steadies you. “You okay, beautiful?”

- Hal’s teasing tone is paired with genuine concern as he looks you over, his hands lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “You’ve got to watch where you’re going,” he says, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Though I can’t blame you if you were distracted by someone as handsome as me.” His cocky grin makes you roll your eyes, but the way he’s still holding onto you betrays the softer side he tries to keep hidden.

- The rest of the day, Hal is uncharacteristically attentive. He’s always been protective, but now it’s obvious—whether he’s keeping an arm around your shoulders in a crowded room or using his Green Lantern ring to light your path. His usual banter is interspersed with moments of quiet affection: a lingering glance, a soft smile when he thinks you’re not looking. For all his bravado, Hal’s heart is open and unguarded when it comes to you.

- Later, under the stars, Hal drops the act. “I know I come off as this fearless guy,” he says, his voice quieter now. “But the truth is, I’m terrified of losing the people I care about.” He looks at you, his usual confidence replaced by sincerity. “You… you mean more to me than I ever expected. And I’m not going to mess this up.” His words are raw, vulnerable, and when you smile, he relaxes, his grin returning as he pulls you closer.

Oliver Queen aka. Green Arrow

- Oliver Queen is larger than life, his charisma and sharp wit drawing everyone in like moths to a flame. You’ve always found it hard to look away from him, but today, as he leans against the bar, his trademark smirk in place, you’re completely distracted. That’s why you don’t notice the stray chair leg in your path until it’s too late. You stumble, but before you can hit the ground, Oliver is there, catching you with surprising ease. “Whoa there,” he says, grinning as he steadies you. “Falling for me already?”

- His teasing tone is matched by the warmth in his eyes as he looks you over, his hands steady on your waist. “You okay?” he asks, his voice softening as he meets your gaze. When you nod, his grin widens. “Good, because I’d hate to think I caused you any trouble.” He steps back reluctantly, his hands lingering for just a moment longer than necessary before he releases you.

- For the rest of the day, Oliver is his usual charming self, but there’s an added layer of protectiveness to his actions. He’s quick to offer his arm when the ground is uneven and even quicker to shoot a playful wink your way when he catches you watching him. His sharp humor is balanced by the genuine care he shows in the little things, like the way he quietly makes sure you’re comfortable in every situation.

- Later, as the two of you find yourselves alone, Oliver surprises you with his honesty. “You know,” he begins, his voice quieter now, “I’ve spent a lot of time pretending to be someone I’m not. But with you… I don’t feel like I have to.” He looks at you, his usual bravado giving way to something more vulnerable. “You see me—the real me—and somehow, you haven’t run away yet.” His grin returns, softer this time, and when you step closer, he exhales, his shoulders relaxing as he takes your hand.

John Constantine aka. Hellblazer

- John Constantine is chaos incarnate, a man who carries the weight of the supernatural world on his shoulders while masking his pain behind biting wit and a cigarette’s haze. You’re watching him in the dim light of a dingy bar, his trench coat draped over his chair, the glow of his cigarette illuminating his sharp features. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you trip over an uneven floorboard. Before you can hit the ground, John’s there, catching you with surprising swiftness. “Careful, love,” he says, his rough voice laced with amusement. “Hate to see a beauty like you bruised.”

- His hands linger as he steadies you, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “You alright?” he asks, his tone more earnest now. When you nod, he gives you a lopsided grin. “Good. Though I wouldn’t blame you if you were distracted. Happens when I’m around.” His teasing tone is classic Constantine, but the way his eyes linger on you betrays something deeper—something he’s trying hard to keep hidden.

- For the rest of the evening, John’s attention is subtle but constant. Whether it’s shielding you from the bar’s more unsavory patrons or lighting your way with a flicker of magic, his protectiveness shines through his sarcastic façade. He teases you mercilessly, but there’s a warmth in his gaze when he thinks you’re not looking—a vulnerability that feels at odds with the cocky mage you know.

- Later, as the night winds down, John surprises you by dropping his guard. “You’re dangerous, you know,” he says, his voice low and raspy. “Getting under my skin like this… it’s not bloody fair.” He exhales, running a hand through his hair as he looks at you with uncharacteristic honesty. “I’ve got demons, love—literally and figuratively. But you… you make me think maybe there’s still a part of me worth saving.” His words are raw and unpolished, but they carry the weight of a man who’s seen too much yet dares to hope.

Roy Harper aka. Arsenal

- Roy Harper is the embodiment of resilience, his charm and humor hiding the scars of his past. You’ve always admired his strength, but today, as he adjusts the sights on his bow, his fiery red hair catching the sunlight, you can’t help but stare. So much so that you miss the loose pebble beneath your foot and stumble. Before you can hit the ground, Roy’s quick reflexes have you in his arms. “Whoa, easy there,” he says with a teasing grin. “Didn’t know I was that distracting.”

- He steadies you, his hands warm and calloused from years of archery. “You good?” he asks, his green eyes scanning your face with concern. When you nod, his grin widens. “Good, because I’m not sure my heart can handle the thought of you getting hurt.” His words are light, but there’s a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze that tells you he means every word.

- Throughout the day, Roy’s attention is as playful as it is protective. He sticks close, making jokes to put you at ease, but his actions speak louder than his words. He’s always a step ahead, ensuring you’re safe and comfortable. When he catches you watching him, he winks, his grin mischievous, but there’s a softness in his expression that tugs at your heart.

- Later, as the two of you sit around a campfire, Roy’s lighthearted demeanor shifts. “You make me want to be better,” he admits, his voice low and sincere. “Not just for me, but for you.” He looks at you, his usual cockiness giving way to raw honesty. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes, but you… you make me feel like maybe I’m not just my screw-ups.” His words are quiet but powerful, and as he takes your hand, his grip is steady, grounding you in his presence.

Koriand’r aka. Starfire

- Koriand’r radiates warmth, her golden skin and vibrant hair glowing like a living sunrise. Today, as she tends to a garden, her movements graceful and deliberate, you’re utterly captivated. So much so that you don’t notice the uneven stone beneath your feet. You trip, but before you can fall, Koriand’r is there, catching you in her strong, gentle arms. “Oh, are you alright?” she asks, her voice melodic with concern.

- She holds you a moment longer than necessary, her emerald eyes scanning your face. “You must be careful,” she says, her tone earnest. “I would be most distressed if you were harmed.” When you stammer out a reply, her lips curve into a radiant smile. “It is alright,” she says warmly. “I find you quite lovely, even when you stumble.”

- For the rest of the day, Koriand’r’s kindness and attentiveness shine through. She hovers close, her concern evident in the small ways she cares for you—offering a hand when the path is uneven or shielding you from the sun with her body. Her usual exuberance softens in your presence, her laughter quieter, her smiles more intimate. When she catches you looking at her, she tilts her head, her curiosity and affection clear in her gaze.

- Later, as the two of you watch the stars, Koriand’r speaks with heartfelt sincerity. “You are like the stars to me,” she says, her voice soft. “Beautiful, constant, and full of wonder.” She takes your hand, her touch warm and steady. “You make me feel at home, no matter where I am. And for that, I am most grateful.” Her words are simple yet profound, her honesty like a balm to your soul.

Kara Zor-El aka. Supergirl

- Kara Zor-El is sunlight personified, her optimism and strength radiating wherever she goes. Today, as she helps a group of children with their science project, her laughter ringing like music, you can’t take your eyes off her. So much so that you don’t see the toy car in your path until it’s too late. You stumble, but before you can hit the ground, Kara is there in a flash, catching you with ease. “Whoa, you okay?” she asks, her voice warm with concern.

- She steadies you, her hands gentle yet strong as she looks you over. “You’ve got to watch where you’re going,” she teases, her blue eyes sparkling. “But hey, if you wanted me to catch you, you just had to ask.” Her playful grin is infectious, but the way her gaze lingers on you feels more serious, like she’s trying to read your heart.

- For the rest of the day, Kara’s attentiveness is as natural as her kindness. She stays close, her presence a constant source of warmth and reassurance. Whether it’s brushing a stray strand of hair from your face or quietly ensuring you’re comfortable, her actions speak of genuine care. When your eyes meet, her smile softens, her usual exuberance giving way to a quiet affection that takes your breath away.

- Later, as the two of you watch the sunset, Kara’s usual cheerfulness gives way to a deeper sincerity. “You remind me of home,” she says softly, her gaze fixed on the horizon. “Not Krypton, but the feeling of belonging… of being seen.” She turns to you, her eyes shining with emotion. “You make me feel like I can be more than just Supergirl. Like I can just be Kara. And that’s all I want to be… for you.” Her words are heartfelt, and as you take her hand, her smile becomes radiant, like the sun breaking through the clouds.

Slade Wilson aka. Deathstroke

- Slade Wilson is intensity personified, his every move calculated and deliberate. Today, as he sharpens his sword with precision, his one good eye glinting in the dim light, you can’t help but watch. So much so that you don’t see the step behind you until you stumble. Before you can fall, Slade’s hand shoots out, catching you with a firm grip. “Careful,” he says, his voice a low growl. “You’re not as indestructible as I am.”

- He steadies you, his hand lingering on your arm as he looks you over. “What were you thinking, staring off into space like that?” he asks, his tone stern but not unkind. When you mutter an excuse, he smirks. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were distracted by me.” His teasing is subtle, but the way his gaze lingers on you is anything but.

- For the rest of the day, Slade’s protectiveness is quiet but unmistakable. He stays close, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings for potential threats. His usual cold demeanor softens ever so slightly when he speaks to you, his words less biting, his tone less harsh. When your eyes meet, there’s a flicker of something softer—something he tries to hide but can’t quite suppress.

- Later, as the two of you sit in the quiet of the night, Slade surprises you with his honesty. “You’re a distraction,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. “But for some reason, I don’t mind.” He looks at you, his gaze intense. “You make me remember what it’s like to care about something—someone. And that’s dangerous for a man like me.” His words are raw and unpolished, but they carry the weight of a man who rarely lets his guard down.

Kent Nelson aka. Doctor Fate

- Kent Nelson is an enigma, a man who carries the wisdom of ages and the burden of Fate’s mantle. His presence is serene, almost otherworldly, and you can’t help but be drawn to him. Today, as he consults an ancient tome, his golden helm gleaming in the soft light, you’re so captivated that you trip over a stray book on the floor. Before you can hit the ground, a soft golden glow surrounds you, suspending you mid-air. “Careful,” Kent says, his voice calm and measured as he gently sets you upright.

- He steps closer, his eyes searching yours with quiet concern. “Are you alright?” he asks, his tone as soothing as his magic. When you nod, he offers a small, almost shy smile. “Good. The world has enough chaos without adding unnecessary injuries.” There’s a warmth in his gaze that contrasts with his usual stoicism, a glimpse of the man behind the sorcerer’s mask.

- Throughout the day, Kent’s attentiveness is subtle but constant. He uses his magic to clear your path, his golden aura flickering softly whenever you’re near. His presence is calming, like the eye of a storm, and his rare smiles feel like small treasures meant just for you. When he looks at you, it’s as if he sees not just who you are, but who you could be—a potential that even you may not fully understand.

- Later, in the quiet of the Tower of Fate, Kent speaks with uncharacteristic vulnerability. “I’ve spent so much of my life serving the balance of the universe,” he says, his voice low and thoughtful. “But you… you remind me of what it means to simply be human.” He steps closer, his gaze steady and sincere. “You ground me in a way I didn’t think possible. And for that, I am grateful.” His words carry the weight of millennia, and as you reach out, his hand meets yours with a tenderness that feels timeless.

Rachel Roth aka. Raven

- Rachel Roth is a mystery, her dark aura both alluring and intimidating. Today, as she meditates in the corner of the room, her violet eyes closed in quiet concentration, you can’t help but be drawn to her. So much so that you trip over the edge of a rug, your balance faltering. Before you can hit the ground, a soft black energy wraps around you, setting you upright. “Careful,” Rachel says, her voice quiet but steady. “You should watch where you’re going.”

- She looks at you, her gaze calm but curious. “Were you distracted?” she asks, her tone neutral but her eyes betraying a flicker of amusement. When you nod, her lips quirk into a faint smile. “Well, try not to make a habit of it,” she says, her voice softening. “I might not always be here to catch you.” Her words are teasing, but the warmth in her eyes makes your heart skip a beat.

- For the rest of the day, Rachel’s attentiveness is subtle but constant. She stays close, her dark energy occasionally brushing against you in moments of quiet reassurance. Her usual aloofness softens in your presence, her sarcasm tempered by moments of unexpected kindness. When she catches you watching her, she raises an eyebrow, her faint smile making you wonder if she knows exactly what you’re thinking.

- Later, as the two of you sit in the glow of candlelight, Rachel surprises you with her vulnerability. “You’re different,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “You make me feel… calm. Like I don’t have to fight so hard to keep the darkness at bay.” She looks at you, her gaze steady but shy. “You make me feel like maybe I can be more than what I was born into.” Her words are quiet but powerful, and as you smile, her faint smile grows, her walls lowering just a little more.

Zatanna Zatara aka. Zatanna

- Zatanna’s presence is mesmerizing, her every movement imbued with an effortless elegance that feels like magic itself. Today, as she performs a small spell to entertain the group, her voice lilting as she speaks backward, you find yourself utterly entranced. So much so that you don’t see the loose rug beneath your feet. You stumble, but before you can hit the ground, Zatanna whispers a quick incantation, and you find yourself suspended in mid-air, gently uprighted by invisible hands. “Careful, darling,” she says, her tone playful. “Magic works better when you’re standing.”

- She steps closer, her sapphire eyes sparkling with concern and mischief. “Were you distracted, perhaps?” she teases, her lips curving into a knowing smile. When you stammer out an excuse, she chuckles softly. “Don’t worry. I’ll take it as a compliment.” There’s a flicker of something more in her gaze, a warmth that makes your heart skip a beat.

- For the rest of the day, Zatanna’s attentiveness is subtle but constant. Whether it’s conjuring a chair for you before you realize you need one or creating a small shield of magic to block an errant gust of wind, she seems to anticipate your needs before you do. Her usual theatrics are softened when she’s with you, her laughter quieter, her gestures more intimate. Every time your eyes meet, it feels like she’s casting a spell meant just for you.

- Later, under the moonlit sky, Zatanna’s playful demeanor gives way to sincerity. “You’re the one thing I can’t pull out of a hat,” she says softly, her voice laced with vulnerability. “You make me feel… real. Not just a magician, not just a performer. Just Zatanna.” She takes your hand, her touch warm and steady. “And that, my dear, is the most magical thing of all.”

Wally West aka. Flash

- Wally West is pure energy, his enthusiasm and humor as infectious as his speed. Today, as he zips around the room, a blur of red and gold, you can’t help but laugh. You’re so distracted that you don’t see the chair leg in your path until it’s too late. Before you can fall, Wally appears beside you in an instant, catching you with a grin. “Whoa there, beautiful,” he says, his voice warm and teasing. “Need me to slow down for you?”

- He steadies you, his hands firm but gentle. “You okay?” he asks, his green eyes sparkling with concern and amusement. When you nod, he flashes a playful smirk. “Good. Because if you’d gotten hurt, I’d never forgive myself.” His words are light, but the way he looks at you is anything but.

- For the rest of the day, Wally’s attention is as quick as his reflexes. He’s always there before you need him, whether it’s catching a falling object or pulling out a chair for you before you sit. His usual cockiness softens in your presence, his jokes more thoughtful, his smiles more genuine. When he catches you watching him, he winks, his grin wide and unapologetic.

- Later, as the two of you walk along a quiet path, Wally’s humor gives way to sincerity. “You’re my favorite kind of distraction,” he admits, his voice soft. “You make me want to slow down, to savor every moment.” He looks at you, his gaze open and earnest. “You’re the one thing in my life that feels like it’s moving at the right speed.” His words are heartfelt, and as you take his hand, he smiles, his usual energy tempered by a quiet contentment.

Dinah Lance aka. Black Canary

- Dinah Lance is a whirlwind of strength and elegance, her confidence as striking as her Canary Cry. You’ve always admired her, but today, as she moves effortlessly through the crowd, her laughter ringing like music, you’re utterly captivated. So much so that you don’t notice the edge of the stage until you trip. Before you can fall, Dinah is there, catching you with a grace that takes your breath away. “Easy there,” she says, her voice warm with concern. “Are you okay?”

- Her hands linger on your arms as she steadies you, her blue eyes scanning your face for any sign of injury. “You’ve got to watch where you’re going,” she teases, though her tone is soft. “But hey, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” Her playful smile is disarming, but the way her gaze lingers on you hints at something deeper.

- For the rest of the evening, Dinah’s protectiveness is evident in the smallest gestures. She keeps an arm around your shoulder in crowded spaces and subtly positions herself between you and any potential hazards. Her usual fiery confidence is tempered by a quiet warmth whenever she looks at you. It’s in the way her laughter softens when you’re near and the way her touch lingers just a moment longer than necessary.

- Later, under the glow of city lights, Dinah’s playful demeanor gives way to sincerity. “You’re something special, you know that?” she says, her voice soft but firm. “In a world full of noise, you’re the one thing that makes sense.” She steps closer, her hand brushing yours. “I’ve been through a lot, but you… you make me feel like it’s all worth it.” Her words are raw and heartfelt, and as you smile, she pulls you into a gentle embrace, her touch as fierce and tender as the woman herself.

Victor Stone aka. Cyborg

- Victor Stone is a balance of humanity and technology, his heart as strong as the metal that encases him. Today, as he works on a new project, his focus sharp and unwavering, you can’t help but admire his determination. So much so that you don’t notice the stray cable on the floor until it’s too late. You trip, but before you can hit the ground, a mechanical arm catches you effortlessly. “Gotcha,” Victor says, his voice warm despite the metallic undertone. “You okay?”

- He steadies you, his human hand brushing against yours as he checks for injuries. “You’ve gotta watch your step,” he says, his tone half-teasing. “But hey, if you needed an excuse to get close, you didn’t have to trip.” His grin is disarming, but the way his eyes linger on you speaks of genuine concern—and something more.

- For the rest of the day, Victor is quietly attentive. He adjusts the environment to make things easier for you, whether it’s dimming a too-bright light or creating a comfortable space for you to sit. His usual confidence is softened when he’s with you, his gestures thoughtful and deliberate. When he catches you looking at him, his smile becomes a little shy, a rare vulnerability that makes your heart flutter.

- Later, as the two of you sit in the soft glow of his lab, Victor opens up in a way he rarely does. “Sometimes, it’s hard to feel human,” he admits, his voice low and introspective. “But you… you make me feel like I’m more than circuits and metal. Like I’m enough.” He looks at you, his gaze steady and earnest. “You see me for who I am, and that… that means everything.” His words are quiet but powerful, and as you smile, he relaxes, his grin returning as he takes your hand.

Shayera Hol aka. Hawkgirl

- Shayera Hol is a force of nature, her strength and fiery spirit unmatched. Today, as she spars with another hero, her mace gleaming in the sunlight, you’re captivated by her sheer presence. So much so that you don’t notice the uneven ground beneath your feet. You trip, but before you can fall, Shayera is there, catching you with a warrior’s precision. “Careful,” she says, her voice firm but laced with concern. “The ground isn’t as forgiving as I am.”

- She steadies you with surprising gentleness, her intense gaze softening as she looks you over. “You okay?” she asks, her tone quieter now. When you nod, she smirks. “Good. Because if you’d gotten hurt, I’d have to hunt down whatever tripped you.” Her teasing tone is matched by the warmth in her eyes, a flicker of affection that catches you off guard.

- Throughout the day, Shayera’s protectiveness is both fierce and subtle. She walks close enough to shield you from potential hazards, her wing occasionally brushing against your shoulder. Her usual intensity softens in your presence, her sharp wit tempered by moments of quiet affection. When she catches you watching her, she raises an eyebrow, her smirk daring you to look away—but you never do.

- Later, as the two of you sit beneath the stars, Shayera’s tough exterior cracks just a little. “You make me feel… different,” she admits, her voice low and thoughtful. “Like I don’t always have to fight. Like I can just be.” She looks at you, her expression uncharacteristically vulnerable. “You’re the one thing in this world I’d fight for, not because I have to, but because I want to.” Her words are raw, her honesty breathtaking, and when you smile, she relaxes, her smirk returning as she leans closer.

[arkangelo-7]

Headcannon that Bruce Wayne takes the Justice League to an amusement park and then never does that Shit™ ever again.

They all go in civilian identities, but since some of them (i.e. Bruce and Oliver ) are recognizable outside of costume, they have to wear disguises anyway. (I’m imaging the classic baseball cap and sunglasses, 2016 MCU-core). Obviously this does nothing but make people even more suspicious. Bruce and Ollie spend half a hour in the men’s bathroom trying to dodge the paparazzi—rumors quickly emerge that they’re hooking up. It’s a PR disaster.

But everything else is a disaster too.

Arthur drops $300 dollars trying to win prize goldfish so he can release it back into the ocean. (He loses every time and eventually used the power of the Sea or something and caused a miniature tsunami—the minimum wage worker behind the counter is not impressed.)

Clark and Barry somehow end up in a hot dog eating contest—Barry wins, Clark gets fourth, but when they get back to the Watchtower both of them spend a solid ten minutes throwing up.

Dinah and Diana get competitive and try to see how many times they can go on the park’s fastest roller coaster in a row. (The answer is 14, by the way.)

Hal, John, Kyle, and Jessica go to play laser tag but get their asses handed to them a bunch of twenty-somethings there for a bachelorette party. (Jessica switched sides halfway into the round and is now a member of the wedding party + Kyle gets a high heel to the face somehow and has to go the ER.)

Martian Manhunter waits in line to buy funnel cake but end up getting detained by amusement park cops because Hal looks suspiciously like the guy who tried to cut the line at the spaceship-themed ride. (He thought it actually went to space, Cyborg had to pay 50 bucks to bail him out.)

When all’s said and done, Bruce is out a couple thousand dollars and has to hire an entire new press team. (His all quit, they couldn’t handle working with Oliver’s press people.) But at least they did team bonding, right?

[midnightlee25]

Yandere Reactions: Platonic yandere finding out their friend is dating a yandere - Cyborg (Victor Stone)

He already did not trust them and finding out that they are a yandere makes his disdain for them worsen. 

Now he was willing to give his friend's new partner a chance but that has now changed. 

He worries about what the partner may try to do with his friend so he will keep an even closer eye on them. 

He checks up with his friend a lot more now and always asks how the relationship is going. 

If he ever gets a hint that their partner is playing something he will put a stop to it. 

Depending on what kind of yandere the partner is he may just get rid of them the first chance he gets.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi! I love your writing and saw your matchup requests opened up, so I'd like to request romantic pairings for DC, Marvel, and X-Men, please, and thank you! no preference for gender :D

I'm 19, bi, and I use any pronouns. I have curly shoulder-length black hair with bright pink highlights, light-medium brown skin tone, and dark brown eyes. I’m 5’7” and I’d say I have more of a wiry body type. I like being able to try different looks and have a lot of interest in fashion. I wear glasses and I also really like wearing elaborate makeup, long acrylic nails, unique jewelry, or anything else of the like.

My hobbies include video games, D&D, and collecting things like dice, crystals, and other trinkets. I also do a lot of craft-related things and like making gifts for my friends. I most draw, but I always love to try out various types of other mediums at least once. I mostly listen to R&B, but I'm always open to song recommendations from any genre.

I’d say that I’m a sort of quiet person, as I find it hard to put my thoughts into words and I have a tendency to come off as pretty monotone when I do speak, but I work to be more open with those I'm close with. Even though I’d say I’m more shy, I do really like people and I try to help others as much as I can.

Hope this isn't too much and that you’re doing well! Thank you for doing these (*´▽`*)❀ - 📼

Hi!

Don't worry, you gave a great amount of information!

I hope you are doing well as well!

<333333333333

I really hope you like your matchups!

I had a lot of fun doing these!

<3

Enjoy!

Romantic Matchups; DC, Marvel, and X-Men

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Romantic;

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DC;

Victor Stone -

You were recruited as the newest member of the Titans, and at first, Victor was the one to show you around the tower.

He made jokes to break the ice, trying to get you to relax when he noticed you were a little reserved.

He was immediately intrigued by your style, pointing out how cool your nails and jewelry were, and even joking that you “got more upgrades than me.”

He quickly became your go-to person for anything tech-related, helping you set up in the tower and tweaking any gear you needed.

You, in turn, made a small handcrafted trinket for him as a thank you, which he immediately put in his room.

He's also very impressed by your powers.

Victor quickly became your closest friend on the team.

He loved your quiet but thoughtful presence, and he'd always take time to check in with you.

He'd play video games with you constantly.

Whether it was a high-energy fighting game, something co-op, or something as simple as Minecraft or Mario Kart, he loved seeing you get competitive.

He thought your dice and trinket collection was the coolest thing ever and made you a custom LED display case for them.

You'd sometimes just sit in his workplace together, you working on crafts while he tinkered with tech, enjoying the comforting silence.

He'd send you song recommendations all the time and would create playlists for different moods for you.

Playlists for when you're happy, sad, angry, and even one for when you just wanted to scream out lyrics to songs, you know, that feel-good stuff.

He started catching himself looking at you a little too long - admiring the way you focused when you worked on something or how you lit up when talking about something you loved.

Whenever you gave him something you made, he treasured it like it was the most valuable thing in the world.

He'd get more protective in battle, making sure you were never out of his sight for too long.

One night, after an intense gaming session, he hesitated before saying, "You know you're my favorite person to spend time with, right?" You chuckled, saying it right back to him, but when you looked at him, he was serious. "I mean it. I think- I think- no, I know that I like you."

It was sweet as it was kind of awkward, but when you told him that you felt the same, he broke into the biggest grin and playfully bumped his shoulder against yours.

Victor is a huge cuddler.

Though it is kind of difficult to cuddle - he doesn't want to risk hurting you since he's like 85% robot - you never seemed to mind, actively reaching out and just cuddling into him.

With this, he loves just lounging with you, whether it's while gaming, watching movies, or just talking about anything.

He always offers to upgrade your stuff, even if you don't necessarily need it.

"Your phone? It could be better. Let me add some custom features."

Dates are a mix of cozy nights in and fun outings, like going to arcades, amusement parks, or music festivals.

He loves it when you wear his oversized hoodies, even joking that you should just keep them at this point.

Victor loves making breakfast for you in the morning.

If you wake up late, you'll find a plate waiting for you with a little note.

Somehow, the food is still warm for you too.

You both have matching accessories - maybe a bracelet or a necklace - something small but meaningful.

He secretly records you when you're focused on your art and later shows you because he thinks you look adorable when you're lost in creativity.

Those videos also help him when he's lonely if you are either away on a mission or for any reason you and him were not together.

He misses you often.

Even if your bedroom is across from his.

He always makes sure you feel included in the team and checks in if you seem down.

Upgrades any tech-related thing in your life to make it easier or just more fun.

Picks up on the little things you like and gets them for you, from your favorite snacks to trinkets that match your collection.

You always make little handmade gifts for him, even if it's something as simple as a tiny figurine.

He cherishes them.

You give him forehead kisses whenever he gets too absorbed in working on tech - just a soft little way to ground him.

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Marvel;

Wanda Maximoff -

You were one of the few people who believed Wanda and Pietro could be good before they officially joined the Avengers.

Pretending that Pietro survived.

During the battle against Ultron, you actively defended them when others doubted their intentions.

That moment stuck with Wanda forever.

When she joined the Avengers, she sought you out, wanting to talk to the one person who had believed in her from the start.

At first, Wanda was a little wary of getting too close, but your quiet kindness and support won her over.

She loved listening to you talk about your art, your crystals, and your crafts.

She thought it was beautiful how much care you put into creating things.

You'd have deep, thoughtful conversations about life and philosophy late at night.

She adored your music taste and often asked you to send her songs and playlists.

She loved it when you let her help pick out your outfits or makeup looks.

She started to crave your presence, finding comfort in just sitting with you in silence.

She loved touching you in small ways - fixing your hair, adjusting your glasses, brushing her fingers against yours.

When she realized that she loved you, it hit her all at once.

It happened on a quiet evening when you were both sitting outside.

She hesitated before softly saying, "I think I was meant to meet you." When you looked at her, she gave you a small, vulnerable smile. "Because I think I've fallen for you."

Wanda is a gentle lover - soft touches, forehead kisses, and lingering glances.

She adores playing with your hair, especially when you sit between her legs and let her braid it.

She surprises you with small floating lights in your room when you're having a bad day, just to make you smile.

She loves slow dancing, even if there's no music.

Lazy mornings where she clings to you like a koala refusing to let you get up.

Whispering in Sokovian when she is feeling affectionate, knowing you love the sound of her voice.

Her giving you one of her rings is a subtle sign of your relationship.

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X-Men;

Kitty Pryde -

You were a new student at Xavier's, and Kitty was immediately drawn to you.

She struck up a conversation, complimenting your style and asking about your interests.

You bonded over a shared love for nerdy things - D&D, video games, and all things fantasy.

She loved that you collected dice and trinkets.

She always brought you new ones whenever she found something cool.

She adored your art and often peeked over your shoulder while you were drawing, offering random commentary.

Kitty realized she had feelings for you when she caught herself getting jealous whenever someone else had your attention.

She started touching you more - grabbing your hand when excited, leaning against you while watching movies.

She confessed in the middle of a game night, blurting out, "I think I kinda like you."

You raised an eyebrow, seeing her serious expression, "Are you sure only 'kinda?'"

And when you confessed that you felt the same, she practically tackled you in excitement.

Kitty loves stealing your hoodies, claiming they're hers now.

Video game dates that turn into playful competitions.

Late-night stargazing where she holds your hand and talks about the universe with you.

[kald-dal-write]

Headcanons as to why your versions of the quarter quell victors from 5, 9, & 10 weren’t part of the rebel plot?

These might change in the future so take this with a grain of salt

Also inclined to believe these are the reasons they weren't asked, I don't think they were asked and they declined. Think everyone who was involved knew about and was immediatley onboard, and wouldn't have been asked if they weren't 100% into it.

D5F Wren- Thought she would put her family first over the rebel's plans D5M Nikolai- Probably would have snitched if he knew about it

D9F Sylva- Just didn't know if she could be trusted D9M Rye- Dislikable guy who no one really likes :/

D10F Lucia- They kind of knew she wouldn't be able to help a lot D10M Filip- Thought he might look out more for himself than anyone else

[ravenclawshermione]

headcanon

Vic has never fully forgiven Babs for having broken into his security system that one time

[crypt1dcorv1dae]

i think all the titans spend time at hospitals, especially children's hospitals, Raven probably spending the most time there (especially cus she has the ability to aid their healing) of course...

but i think Vic and Gar are right behind her in how much time they spend at various hospitals, both despite and BECAUSE of the medical trauma they both experienced. they both have to fight through their own pasts and are really only able to do it for the kids... and they help eachother get through it bc they know the other can understand

and i think visiting the hospitals would also help them both work through their own traumas

i can also definitely see far spending most of the time there in animal forms, bc 1: thats what the kids want anyway and 2: its easier to ignore your anxiety when your brain is the size of a peanut

[tzigone]

Good storylines for Vic, Raven, and Gar

My headcanon for them - while I have big picture ideas for where they end up, I'm a bit bereft of individual storylines for them after their initial ones. You know, the original big ones - Vic comes to terms with his nature and stops wondering if he's man or machine. Gar goes through his issues with Brotherhood of Evil and maybe Terra (it was a good story, but has been done already so many times now in different media that it's just tired to me), and Raven defeats Trigon and maybe does the Brother Blood thing.

I then want to never do these things again - I feel like these characters are often stuck on repeat. Especially Raven with fighting or being possessed/controlled by Trigon.

So I'd to come up with some nice non-shippy storylines for them - both on the personal and professional (heroic or occupational, whichever you prefer) side.

Anyone got any suggestions?

[tarragonthedragon]

the thing about cyborg is he's always competent but his attitude is in direct inverse correlation to how much his current team need adult supervision. send him on a mission with superman or wonder woman and he's a consummate professional but leave him alone with any of the titans and he's the mayor of clown city within minutes

[psychopomp-gay-guy]

This took so godsdamn long, but I finally finished the inciting incident. I'll have to draw the titans designs from before this bc I fell in love with them. Also I have never drawn Herald or Omen so another reason to draw them.

The actual story behind this is Trigon possesses Raven and makes her attempt to kill the Titans. The Justice League shows up to help, but they're too late to save Herald and Omen. During the course of the fight, the leaguers fall one by one. First Green Arrow, then Aquaman, Martian Manhunter, Superman, Flash. Billy Batson is permanently stuck as Billy. Hal becomes Parallax. John begins to feel shame for all the people he failed to save. Bumblebee is now stuck at a small size. Batman secluded himself to Gotham. Beast Boy feels immense guilt for what happened when he was being mind controlled. Starfire and Speedy vanish to a place unknown. Raven, being the one with blame, goes on a search for a way to remove her father's influence for good. And the world becomes uncertain of the power of it's heros.

[ap-kinda-lit]

Fun Dragon Ball headcanons

Goku and Vegeta are experienced with video games because of their sons. They even sometimes play them together. Goku's favorite is Sonic the Hedgehog and Vegeta's Mortal Kombat. Vegeta is usually the victor in their matches.

Bulma makes up to Vegeta by letting him give Bulla a middle name. He picks Eschalot of course. He chooses this name after a famous Saiyan princess. Princess Eschalot was known as the ideal Saiyan princess: strong, intelligent, brave, beautiful, and a fierce warrior. She refused to marry and decreed that she only would if the suitor beat her in combat. Not only did she defeat each and every one, she even killed them.

The gang sometimes go to Yamcha's baseball games. The kids even have his baseball cards.

Piccolo's favorite water is from watermelons. Dende's is coconut.

Trunks and Bulla are grossed out when they learn their mother and Uncle Yamcha used to date.

Goku sometimes stops by Tien's school to observe or participate in lessons.

Goku and Chichi planted their own apple tree in their backyard shortly after they married. It's still there all these years later.

Vegeta is very approving towards Mai as a match for Trunks, especially since finding out she was an assassin.

Goku likes to bring Chichi souvenirs from his adventures. They could be a stone from a foreign planet, a seashell from the ocean, or a flower from the mountains.

Vegeta is a secret Taylor Swift fan. He listens to her music when he's training or thinking by himself.

The children like Broly and love to play with him.

Goku can be a jealous husband in a subtle way. If he notices a man checking Chichi out or trying to flirt with her, he will hold her hand and refer to her as his wife or use endearing names towards her.

As far as the public is concerned, Vegeta's a cryptid. Everyone knows his name and recognize him as Bulma Briefs' husband, but that's about it. Nobody knows who exactly he is, where he came from, or how he and Bulma met and got together. It's even more difficult since journalists are too scared of him to approach him for an interview.

Since he can remember, Goku has had dreams where he is floating in a yellow void, surrounded by large shadows of people and muffled voices. Most of the time, he sees and hears a small and friendly woman, a large man with a deep voice, or a short child who likes to knock on glass. Goku doesn't realize until many years later that these are memories of his time in his incubator and the people he was seeing/hearing were his parents and young Raditz.

"Hungry like a Saiyan" or "eat like a Saiyan" are common metaphors among certain alien races.

Krillin stays in touch with his Buddhist roots. He visits temples, even his old temple where he was raised. He sometimes brings 18 and Marron with him.

While it's not shown, Launch does stay in touch with everyone.

Chichi speaks fluent Cantonese and Mandarin. She personally teaches Gohan and Goten from a young age. Goku has even picked up some terms here and there. When she’s angry enough, Chichi will curse in either language.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

The farmer is a pretty heavy sleeper if even a meteor landing on their farm won't get them up before 6am but what about their spouse? How would they all (sve included if you'd like) react to not only a whole space rock hitting the farm but the farmer reacting with nothin more than a sleepy "oh was probably just a meteor... I'll check that in the mornin."

I had a lot of fun with this scenario, really liked the idea itself. Thank you so much for the ask, and enjoy! 💕

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SDV/SVE bachelors:

Sam said quietly, "Oh, okay," and laid his head back on the pillow, falling asleep again. When morning came, the young guitarist would consider his vague recollection of this conversation a dream. What will be his surprise when he sees an actual meteorite lying not far from their house. "Babe, that could have ended badly..." "No worries, Sammy, but if you want, we'll check it out next time." ...Next time?????

"Did you hear that?!" "Relax, dear, it's just a meteorite..." "Ah, alright... It's a WHAT?!" And the slogan of this Harvey's headcanon: "A meteorite is the best alarm clock! You'll wake up right away!" Although in Farmer's case - they woke up to a fuss made by their worried husband. But you can understand the Pelican Town doctor, too - a bloody piece of cosmic rock fell right into your yard, it's hard to stay calm.

Elliott literally fell out of bed from such a loud sound outside the window, and Farmer continued to snore quietly??? The writer was so confused, he didn't know if he should wake up Farmer or not. "Mmmm... Did'a meteorit fal' again... I'll deal with it tmorrw... 💤" Farmer mumbled, leaving Elliott even more confused. Meteorite? Wha- again? They mean... it's happened before and it's going to happen again?! What is happening?!

"Hon, what the fuck." At first Shane's reaction to Farmer's words wasn't too violent, because he's still sleepy. But after a couple of seconds the meaning of the words reached him, the gyrus in his brain started working and he shrieked: "The coop! Charlie!" The realisation that the animals might have been hit by the meteorite instantly brought Farmer to their feet.

No matter how hard Alex tried - his spouse slept like a dead man, muttering that they would check the source of the noise tomorrow. What do they mean, tomorrow?! They need to check it now! Alex can't just leave it alone, so he goes to check it out, with or without Farmer. Whoa, a real meteorite... Erm, shouldn't they tell Lewis or someone about this?

Meteorite or not, Sebastian remained surprisingly calm. He gave up trying to wake Farmer and went to the window to see what was out there. They were right - it was in fact a meteorite, a real one. And there's light coming from it. So cool. "Sure you don't want to come with me, dear?" Farmer mumbled something incomprehensible in response, and the emo decided to go alone, to look at the cool sky rock. Because why not.

Lance sensed something was wrong before the meteorite touched the ground. Fortunately, the far-sighted gallant adventurer had put up a magical barrier that prevented the space rock from crashing into his and Farmer's house or barns. The meteorite had fallen, all was well. "I take it this phenomenon is not new to you?" He smiled as his spouse mumbled "tomorrow..." in their sleep. Well then, they both can look at the meteorite later.

"Razor!" Magnus jumped up sharply from the bed, casting the spell on automatic. The trajectory of the falling meteorite was reversed, and the celestial stone plummeted into the water, no longer posing a danger to the forest. "Farmer, meteorite." "Mhmm, five more minutes.... I'll look at the meteorite tomorrow...." Magnus wondered how his dearest spouse could even survive as an adventurer with no sense of self-preservation. It's a damn meteorite!

A whole palette of emotions was bubbling up inside Victor, awake from the noise. What was that! A meteorite? A real one! It's probably incredibly hot right now, he shouldn't go near it.... But it's a meteorite! It's so scary, and so interesting! Farmer, don't hide your head under the pillow, but get a flashlight. Victor's taking them out to see the space rock! Well, and make sure everything's okay and no animals are hurt, too.

SDV/SVE bachelorettes:

A meteorite?! A real rock of cosmic origin fell right on the farm? Maru immediately jumps out of bed and wakes up Farmer. It's unclear, however, whether this reaction of hers is simple worry about putting out the fire from the meteorite fall or that the young inventor is thrilled that she and her spouse will see the meteorite up close! Probably both. Either way, Farmer won't sleep well tonight...

"What makes you think it's a meteorite? Maybe it's aliens? Oh, that's so cool! Get up quick or we'll miss the whole thing! And grab a sword, just in case." The force with which Abigail was prancing poor Farmer made them realise at once that their wife was not going to let them finish their beauty sleep. Unlikely aliens in there, but they'd have to check anyway. Ugh...

Poor Penny is in complete shock at how calmly Farmer has reacted to everything. Don't they care what happens to the farm? What if what fell down caused a fire and everything could burn? There's a forest nearby, it would be a huge fire! Penny tearfully begged her sleepy spouse to check it out before it's too late. Farmer had to get up (they hate to see their lovely wife crying).

"Did you hear that, Farmer?" "Yep, meteorite hit again, I'll look tomorrow..." Leah can already see the fire that has travelled from the glowing space rock to the dry summer grass. Oh no, there's going to be a fire now... She wakes Farmer up with one mighty shove and shouts an emergency. And as much as Farmer grumbled over their interrupted sleep - the artist was right. A forest fire is a very dangerous.☝️

The sound of a meteorite falling may not have been able to wake Farmer, but the shriek of terror of their wife Haley sure knocked them out of dreamland. "Shh, Haley, it's only a meteorite..." JUST A METEORITE?! Is Farmer laughing at her? Oh no, they can't go back to the dream realm now - Haley wakes them up again and tells them to look at that fallen meteorite before something else happens. Haley's half asleep herself, but she's scared, so she'll insist on checking it out now.

Before going to bed, Emily read a daily horoscope in a magazine that she would soon "be given a big sign, so make your decision at once." Nowhere, however, did it say that this "sign" was a huge rock from the sky. But at least she made the decision right away, (and the right one) - getting Farmer out if bed, despite their protests, to make sure the falling meteorite didn't destroy anything. No "tomorrow", it had to be now. She hopes no animals were! Her heart couldn't take it...

Claire jumped up in bed, as if scalded by boiling water, at the rattling of window glass and the vibrations throughout the house. Something had fallen on the farm - and that 'something' is very big. She woke and woke her spouse to no avail, who only responded to the terrifying sound with a louder snore. How did they even manage not to wake up from such a noise? And how could they mumbling so calmly about the meteorite?!

Poor Sophia, frightened by a scary sound outside , immediately pressed herself against Farmer, trying to hide. Farmer kissed her gently and told her that it was just a meteorite, that everything was fine and they would protect her. After saying "it's okay" and "I will protect you" the panic inside Sophia was extinguished and she fell asleep again in the arms of her spouse. The meteorite in the morning would definitely be a shock to her (she thought she had dreamed the whole thing).

After that horrible sound, Olivia not only wakes Farmer up, but also gets almost half the town up, making one call to Lewis and claiming that something terrible has happened on her and Farmer's property. Farmer sleepily tried to convince Olivia that a fallen meteorite was no big deal, but she wasn't convinced. How is that - a huge, dangerous rock from outer space - and not dangerous!

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi I love your work! I was hoping I could get a romantic and platonic DC match up. I’m a 18 y/o girl I use she/her pronouns and I’m heterosexual.

Physical appearance: I am 5’7 and thin, I have blonde hair and hazel eyes, I also have glasses but I only wear them when I really need to, I am also a pale person.

Personality: I am a INTP (logician), I’m pretty friendly, if I don’t know someone then I probably won’t start the conversation with them unless I need something, I’m pretty laid back and easy going, I tend to joke with my friends quite a lot with either smartass comments or sarcasm, I’m also somewhat of the ‘mom’ in my friend group, I’m also the friend who’s willing to tell someone off if they are being rude for no reason or coming at someone sideways even if the person I’m telling off is my friend, I’m a very blunt and honest person but I don’t say anything unless someone asks me for my thoughts or if I really need to step in and say something.

Hobbies: Drawing, painting, baking, and cooking

Aesthetic: I don’t exactly have an aesthetic but I do love my pastels, sweaters, bows, flowers, and early mornings.

Favorite movies/shows: my favorite show is 911, and my favorite movie would probably be any of the Scream movies I love my horror movies and I love my drama shows.

Music: honestly I don’t have a favorite music I listen to a lot of different things. If I had to pick some favorites I would definitely pick chill, R&B/soul, and upbeat.

Hope this isn’t like too much detail or info and I’m sorry if it’s a bit long!

Hello! I am so glad that you love my work!

I hope you like your matchups! <333

Enjoy!

:)

Romantic and Platonic Matchups; DC

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Romantic;

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DC;

Victor Stone (Cyborg) -

You had first met Victor during a Young Justice League meeting.

You'd been asked to showcase some of your artistic abilities for a project aimed at public outreach and inspiring younger generations.

Victor was instantly intrigued by your combination of creativity and calm demeanor in a room mostly full of high-energy heroes.

His curiosity grew when he overheard your sarcastic quips, quietly snickering to himself while adjusting and fidgeting with some tech.

He approached you during a break, initially making small talk about your artwork but quickly shifting to nerding out about you shared favorite movie.

When he found out you were into cooking and baking, he couldn’t resist asking, “So, can I order cookies and get them delivered through Boom Tube? Asking for a friend.”

Victor appreciates how laid-back and approachable you are.

Even when he’s having an off day, your friendly but non-intrusive nature puts him at ease.

You both bond over your shared love for sarcasm.

He loves that you’re quick-witted and can match his dry humor.

He’s thrown off (in the best way) when your mom-friend side comes out, especially when you tell him to get proper rest after a mission.

He admires your honesty.

You don’t sugarcoat things, but your bluntness never feels overly harsh - it’s always laced with care and respect.

Victor often calls you his “art guru” and commissions you to paint or draw pieces for his friends and family, including a portrait of his late mother that he treasures.

He is all in for paying you money and will add in snacks and your favorite drinks too.

Victor starts developing feelings for you during one of your many late-night conversations.

Your intellect, creativity, and genuine kindness begin to light up parts of him he thought had dimmed.

And you didn't mind that he was mostly a cyborg, so that was definitely a plus.

He admires how you step in to defend people, not tolerating nonsense.

He loves watching you stand your ground, especially against cocky league members.

He finds your aesthetic and personal style adorable. He secretly thinks your love for pastels and sweaters contrasts beautifully with his more futuristic and tech-heavy vibe.

He will buy you accessories and clothing that works with your vibe. "Oh, yeah, I saw this, and I thought of you." He spoke, handing you a pastel pink knitted sweater with Ghostface from Scream on it.

Victor’s confession comes after weeks of building tension, where he’s been trying to figure out the best way to express his feelings.

He's not the best at feelings, he gets nervous quite quickly...

But, he’s been dropping subtle hints, like lingering glances, extra care during missions, and playful comments that almost sound like flirting.

He also started trying to impress you, either with his tech skills or during missions.

The moment happens one quiet evening in the Watchtower after a long day.

You’re both sitting in the rec room, you sketching on your notepad while he tinkers with a gadget.

There’s an easy silence between you, only broken by the occasional hum of his tech or the scratching of your pencil.

Out of nowhere, Victor starts talking. At first, it’s casual - about how he admires your talent and how you’re one of the few people who really sees him beyond his mechanical parts. But then his voice softens, and he puts the gadget down.

“You know,” He begins, looking at you with a mix of nervousness and determination, “I’ve been wanting to tell you something for a while now. It’s�� Not exactly easy for me to say, but I think you deserve to hear it.”

You set your sketchpad down, giving him your full attention.

“I thought I had my life figured out - missions, tech, all that. But then you came along with your amazing sarcasm, your pastel bows in your hair, and the way you stand up for people without even thinking twice. And suddenly, everything I thought I knew felt… Incomplete.”

He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. “You make me feel human. You see me. And I- I think I’m falling for you.”

His confession is so raw and genuine that it leaves you speechless for a moment.

When you finally respond, it’s with a grin, leaning slightly closer to him. “So, let me get this straight - you’re saying my pastel bows and my killer sarcasm are some of the aspects that made you fall for me?"

Victor blinks, a little caught off guard by your teasing tone but then chuckles, shaking his head. “I mean… Those might’ve sealed the deal, yeah.”

You laugh, leaning back with mock triumph. “Good. Just making sure you’re falling for me for all the right reasons.” Then, softening, you add, “But seriously, Vic... I’m falling for you too. And not just because you’re half the reason I haven’t died on a mission yet.”

He grins, the tension breaking as he pulls you into a hug, muttering something about how you always have to get the last word.

Victor is a thoughtful and innovative boyfriend.

Knowing you love flowers, he creates a holographic bouquet that changes colors and blooms with each new day. He also insists on getting you real flowers too because, “Why not both?”

Your dates often involve activities that combine your interests: baking nights where he helps mix ingredients with precise measurements, early morning walks with scenic views where you quietly share stories, or movie marathons with horror and drama films (he always claims he’s not scared, but you catch him jumping at the intense scenes).

You surprise him with personalized gifts like oversized matching pastel sweaters and hoodies and homemade cookies in his favorite flavor.

On days off, you two have unofficial “chill and jam sessions.” He plays music from his built-in library while you experiment with drawing, painting, or even attempting to teach him how to paint too. Even though he tries to cheat by giving himself a painting upgrade.

When you’re stressed, he uses his tech to dim the lights and play relaxing music, setting up a cozy atmosphere with snacks and blankets.

Victor learns to adapt his tech to better accommodate your needs.

Knowing you wear glasses only when necessary, he offers to enhance your frames with holographic adjustments so they’re stylish and have secret functions, like Google, so you can take pictures, or so you can watch YouTube videos or Netflix.

He’s incredibly protective but trusts you to handle yourself. Still, he’s always ready to intervene if someone pushes your boundaries or disrespects you.

You’re one of the few people who sees Victor beyond his tech. You remind him of his humanity and always reassure him when he feels self-conscious.

When Victor works long hours, you bring him snacks and coffee, sometimes leaving little doodles or notes to brighten his day.

You’re his hype person, always cheering him on during missions or when he’s struggling with personal challenges.

Your thoughtful nature means you always remember the little things, like anniversaries or moments when he’s expressed small wishes (like recreating his mom’s favorite recipe).

~~~

Platonic;

~~~

DC;

Harley Quinn -

You meet Harley during a community event organized by the Justice League where she was helping out as part of her rehabilitation.

She was stationed at the kids’ painting booth, her face smudged with colorful fingerprints as she enthusiastically encouraged chaos on the canvas.

You ended up at her booth to help organize supplies, and Harley immediately took a liking to your pastel style, saying, “Ooh, you’re like a walking cotton candy! We’re gonna be besties, I can feel it!”

Harley loves your calm energy and thinks your laid-back vibe balances out her chaotic personality perfectly.

She jokingly calls you “Momma Bear” when your more protective side comes out.

She adores your artistic talents and constantly asks you to teach her how to draw or paint.

You bond over baking disasters. Harley’s attempts at baking often end in explosions or a mess, but she thinks your kitchen catastrophes are “beautiful disasters.”

She loves dragging you to quirky little shops, often picking out the weirdest accessories and daring you to wear them.

She will steal things for you.

Movie nights with Harley are wild. She gets way too into horror films, yelling at the characters to “Run, ya morons!” And occasionally throwing popcorn at the TV.

She’s your partner-in-crime for creative projects. Whether it’s painting a mural or redecorating your room, she brings chaotic energy but surprisingly great ideas.

You two have a mutual love for animals and often visit shelters or sanctuaries together. Harley tries to convince you to adopt every animal you see.

"You need a furry friend! And Bruce needs a new friend too!"

By the way, Bruce the Hyena loves you!

Harley insists on giving you makeovers, which often end with mismatched eyeshadow and wild hairstyles. You secretly love how fun and carefree it is. And her makeovers match your soft aesthetic.

She also lets you give her makeovers too. :)

Harley is fiercely protective of you.

If anyone upsets you, she’s the first to step in, saying, “Who do I gotta whack to fix this?” (mostly joking… Mostly).

She surprises you with little gifts, like pastel bows or funky accessories that match your aesthetic.

Harley notices when you’re stressed and drags you outside for a spontaneous adventure, saying, “Fresh air and a lil’ mischief will fix ya right up!”

She hypes up your art and makes sure everyone knows how talented you are, often showing it off to others with pride.

You’re one of the few people who treats Harley like a person, not just her past mistakes. Your kindness helps her feel grounded and appreciated.

You encourage her to channel her chaotic energy into creative outlets like painting, writing, or gardening.

She likes gardening. :)

You bake her favorite treats, even if they don’t always turn out perfect. She thinks it’s the thought that counts.

You’re always there to listen when she needs someone to talk to.

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Spoilers for Chapter 18

If Taurus is dead - I Honestly kinda knew Taurus was not going to win since D10 has five victors which have all been revealed . Snow wouldn't let Claudia win since her uncle is a victor and she is related to a rebel . However D5 has 4 victors which only 3 has been revealed , D8 has 3 victors which only 2 has been revealed while D7 has 5 victors only 4 have been revealed so Evelyn , Isak and Cypress have a good chance of winning .

Don't think Cypress or Evelyn will win as that would mean 7 hasn't had a victor for 29 years while D8 wouldn't have had one for 33 years' . Also based on Effie's reaction for Cecilia being reaped for the 3QQ another female victor was alive to volunteer for her and if Evelyn won she would've been dead by the time of the 1QQ . So I think Isak will be victor.

Imagine if Evelyn or Cypress win the 1QQ and Cooper is reaped for the 26th games and is D5's first victor 😂😂😂

Yeah guess we'll see who the remaining D2, D5, D7 and D8 Victors are one of these days

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Platonic yan? Either with the mafia, professor or doctor

I'm just gonna do all 😇 (kill 3 birds with one stone). I'm assuming your asking for headcanons??

Platonic yan! Mafia (Sebastian Silver)

As the head of a powerful mafia organization, Sebastian takes "protective" to a whole new level. No one dares to even glance you, not even by accident, because the consequences are always swift and brutal.

He insists on keeping tabs on your whereabouts at all times. Sometimes through his men or subtle surveillance, you're never truly alone.

His version of affection involves expensive gifts. Sometimes it's not even practical. It’s not unusual for a brand-new car, an entire wardrobe, or even a small business in your name to appear out of nowhere.

If you ever try to assert your independence, he’s quick to remind you of the “dangers” outside. “The world isn’t kind. Let me take care of things.”

Any sign of disloyalty, even unintentional, is met with a hurt expression and an intense lecture about how much he’s done for you. He doesn’t get angry. Just disappointed... and that guilt works like a charm.

He’s not above eliminating people from your life if he feels they’re “bad influences.” Like friends who overstep your boundaries or question his relationship with you tend to disappear without explanation.

Platonic yan! Professor (Prof. Victor Grayson)

Dr. Grayson amazing academically, but his attachment to you is far from normal. He’s obsessed with your potential and will go to any lengths to ensure you succeed, on his terms of course.

He insists on tutoring you personally, claiming no one else understands your learning style like he does. These sessions often go far beyond academics, with him subtly prying into your personal life. These questions might seen innocent at first, but overtime they get worse.

Your success is his success. Every achievement of yours is celebrated with an intensity that feels suffocating, as though your life is a reflection of his own worth.

He’s manipulative, using guilt or intellectual arguments to keep you dependent on him. “You’re capable of so much, but you’ll squander it without proper guidance. Trust me, I know what’s best.”

Any sign of rebellion is met with quiet but firm discipline. He’ll lower your grades, “misplace” important papers, or subtly sabotage your reputation just to steer you back into his control.

He has a way of making you feel like his guidance is a privilege, something you should be grateful for. “Most students would kill for my attention. You’re lucky I see something special in you.”

Platonic yan! Doctor (Dr Nathaniel Callas)

Dr. Callas is outwardly charming and caring, but his obsession with your well-being, actually you in general, is far from healthy. Every minor symptom you mention is going to throw him into a spiral.

He keeps detailed records of your health, far more thorough than needed, and refuses to let any other doctor near you. “No one knows your case like I do. Trust me, they’ll only mess things up.”

He insists on controlling every aspect of your health. From your diet, exercise, sleep schedule, and even your social habits. He frames it all as concern for your “long-term well-being.”

If you resist him, he uses his medical expertise as leverage, subtly threatening you with dire consequences. “Ignoring this could have catastrophic results. Do you really want to risk it?”

His office becomes a second home for you, whether you want it to or not. He always has an excuse to keep you there. “just a quick check-up” or “a follow-up to monitor your progress.”

You’re never sure how much of his care is genuine and how much is an excuse to keep you close. Either way, you know better than to challenge him. His calm, professional demeanor hides a dangerous determination.

Any sign of you prioritizing someone else’s advice over his sends him into a quiet spiral. He won’t lash out, but his disappointment is palpable, and he might even “find” something concerning in your test results to reel you back in.