Fallon's P.O.V.
I walked in awkward silence with Beast Boy. I can't believe this is really happening. I'm in Teen Titans, and am walking to Beast Boy's room.
"So... I didn't really catch your name..." Beast Boy said while rubbing his head. Classic BB. That's right. He wasn't there when I told Cyborg, Robin, and Starfire my name.
"It's Fallon," I said as I smile awkwardly.
"Coolio!" He said, then after a pause, continued. "When I don't know people, I like to ask them random questions... Sooooo, favorite color?" I smiled.
"Green," I said, "my turn." I thought for a bit. "Favorite thing to do?"
"That depends," he yawned, "on what mood I'm in."
"Hows abouts now?" I said. He snickered.
"Sleep." I yawned just as we were getting to his room. We walked in, and saw that it was a mess. My turn to laugh. He must've heard me, because he laughed nervously
"Yeah, sorry about the mess," he said.
"Naw, no need to be sorry. It's fine."
"Ummm... Do you need clothes or anything?" He asked. I looked down at my tattered jeans and t-shirt.
"Clothes would be nice," I said quietly as he turned to his messy closet and pulled out a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt. He turned and handed them to me.
"Thanks," I said, "do you have a bathroom?"
"Yeah." He turned and pointed at a door. "Right there."
"Thanks," I said as I walked away.
"Have fun in there!" he yelled jokingly as I shut and locked the door.
Beast Boy's P.O.V.
I need something that can turn my mind off. Or on. I don't know if my brain is off or on when I make decisions. Letting her stay in your room? Why didn't I let Star say something. But no. My brain's gotta go 'oh, she's cute.' She's kinda funny too. Oh there I go again. I gotta stop falling for these girls. She was actually my age, though. She looked fourteen. She walked out of the bathroom. I grabbed my stuff and walked in.
Before I got in, she said, "Thanks," again. She's too greatful. We are only doing the right thing. I changed into pajama bottoms, and left myself shirtless. She can deal with it. A boy's swimsuit covers less. I walked out. She looked up, then blushed and looked back down.
"You gunna put a shirt on?" She asked.
"No, why? Never seen a shirtless guy before?" She looked like she was going to say something, but then looked back down.
"You told me your name," I said, "but I didn't tell you mine. I'm Beast Boy." She snickered. Does she know me? She played along.
"Hello, Beast Boy," she said as she held out her hand. I grabbed her hand, but pulled her into a hug instead. What was I doing? She tensed, so I let go. She blushed.
"Sorry, never been a guy for handshakes," I said as I winked at her. She giggled. We walked over to the bed, her getting in on the left, me on the right.
"Goodnight," I said.
"Goodnight, Beast Boy," she said as she turned around to sleep. I shut off my bedside lamp, and tried to sleep. I just couldn't. So I turned to look at Fallon. She had shifted in her sleep, so she was facing me, sleeping peacefully. She was really pretty. I wonder if she's the one that caused that disaster. I doubted it. It didn't look like she had any powers. She shifted again in her sleep, turning again so that she was facing away from me, but now right next to me. Fallon seemed to snuggled up against me, so I did the natural thing. Put my arm around her. I fell asleep like that.
- The next morning -
Robin's P.O.V.
I woke up and went to go check on Fallon and Beast Boy in Beast Boy's room. I walked in, and saw BB with his arm around her, both asleep.
"What is going on here?!" I yelled, waking them both up. Fallon quickly scrambled out of his arms, and looked at him with wonder, and, Beast Boy, still groggy, sat up and went,
"What?"
" Get dressed BB, then come talk to me in the training room. Alone," I said as I walked out.
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Making Deals (A Teen Titans Romance X Reader)
Fanfiction"What do you wish?" the man asked, and I responded. "I want to live the rest of my life in the tv show, Teen Titans. And have a power. And I want it to be a good life." "So be it." He then snapped his fingers, and everything went black