I never felt like this with anyone before

fer ✧ she/her ✧ 22 ✧ mileven/bbrae | percbxth on ao3/ffn/twt

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Bbrae Week starts with a "Camping" prompt!

Poor Gar is doing his most with grilling the marshmallows, yet Someone isn't as appreciative as she should be ;D

I'm so happy the Week is here, it actually inspired and motivated me to draw Gar and Rachel! I think lately I don't draw them as much. But I do have one artwork in progress (since months) that I want to make as cool as I can, sooo it takes me forever! 😭

❤️ You can support me on Ko-fi and download HQ illustrations! ❤️

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Poll Starts!!

Alright everyone! Apologies for the long wait, but we've finally finished going through and choosing the prompts for BBRae Week 2024! Now it is time to start the polls! Rules: There will be 2 prompts for each day people can vote on, with an "and" option, in case people want to do both prompts. Tumblr only allows one poll at a time, so each day will get a poll that'll last a week each. Once all of the polls are closed, by the end of July if my calculations are correct, we'll post the final Prompt List. Thank you, again, to everyone who submitted a prompt idea! You had so many good ones that we could not use them all, unfortunately. Still, we thank you very much.

So without further ado, here's the poll for Day 1!!

Sunday October 20th

Autumn Leaves

Camping

And

Voting ended onJun 12, 2024

Remember, each poll will only last a week each, so please place your votes and reblog as much as possible to get as many votes as we can! Thank you everyone, and happy voting!

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BBRae Week 2024

Hello everyone! This is BadBunny139! Me and a few others are working on putting together a BBRae Week this year. Now, we know we don't have time for BBRae Week to be in May, as it usually is, so we're hoping to set it up for some time in October. We're hoping to get a bunch of participants from both writers and artists. Feel free to reblog this to spread the word. Also, let us know if someone else was trying to get something started for this year; we're hoping not to step on anyone's toes with this. We will announce dates within the next 2 weeks. Thanks for any reblogs! You can reach us with through this blog and with the hashtag #bbraeweek24.

[vellichorvibes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Titans (Animated Series), Teen Titans (Comics), Teen Titans: Raven & Beast Boy Series (Graphic Novels), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types Relationships: Garfield Logan/Raven Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Muslim Character, Islam, Islamophobia, Budding Love, Raven POV, hijab, Religious Content, Pre-Relationship Series: Part 3 of Bismillāh

Summary:

“Hey, Rae,” Beast Boy called from the other side of the training ring. His grin was mischievous. 

“What?” she huffed back at her partner, holding back a shiver of disgust as she felt perspiration gathering on her scalp making her scarf stick down in places. Garfield only grinned wider.

“Smile,” he said smugly, “It’s sunnah.”

[the-lighthouse-lit]

BBRae Week Day 1: Meet the family

“She’s perfect,” said Raven, looking down at baby Mar'i asleep in the bed between her and Koro. “I know it’s a cliché but… it’s true.”

“I don’t get tired of looking at her,” responded Kori, also staring at Mar'i with a sleepy smile. “Thanks for making her sleep.”

Raven shook her head with her eyes still stuck to the baby. “I’m glad to take one thing off your shoulders.”

It was hard to believe that when Raven and Victor had arrived, Mar'i was crying her head off as the new parents took turns walking her through the apartment in a frenzy.

Raven and Vic had looked at the chaos, then at each other, and taken charge of it. Now Mar'i lay asleep and Vic was in the kitchen making a much needed late breakfast for Dick and Kori. The only thing still chaotic was Dick, who was still zooming by completing random household tasks in a disorganized fashion.

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“Honey,” Kori called out when he happened to steer close enough to them. “Come sit down. You have to slow down when she lets us, remember?”

“Right.” Dick slowed down with effort and joined them, laying at the foot of the bed. Kori laced her fingers through his, and it was like a switch that let him breathe full breaths again.

“To think I’ve always wanted to be a mother,” she mused. “It’s odd to think it finally happened.”

“You’ve always known that?” Raven asked, and Kori nodded. “I never saw myself having children. Still don’t.” She said it because she’d realized it at that moment, and then wondered if that was insulting, seeing as she was looking down on her friend’s baby as she said that.

But Kori was Kori. She didn’t take offense. "You've never had baby fever?" she wanted to know.

“No," chuckled Raven, and left it at that.

Part of her still doubted the so-called baby fever was even real. Seeing a baby awoke a primal urge to take care of it. Humans were designed that way. It was so parents wouldn’t abandon their babies for being so needy--so the human species wouldn’t die out. Maybe it was because she held such tight control on her emotions, things like that didn’t make it through her primary filters. Or maybe the fever was a myth.

Raven smiled down at Mar'i. “I’m just fine being an auntie.”

Dick cleared his throat. “Raven, is Gar coming now?”

“Yeah, just after the table read,” Raven confirmed.

“Um, when he comes, can you keep him from trying to pick Mar'i up?”

Raven did rip her eyes from Mar'i for that, turning to look at her friend in surprise. Dick at least had the decency look ashamed, though tiredness had made him callous, and Kori shook her head smiling, in a way Raven could tell they had talked about this beforehand and hadn’t agreed. “Excuse me? Why?”

“It’s not personal, alright? I’m just trying to keep my new baby from being dropped.”

“What?” Raven couldn’t help feel immediately defensive of her boyfriend of two years, and made no effort to hide it. “Why do you think he’s gonna drop her? I was just more likely to drop her.”

“Nope, you took care of kids before,” Victor’s voice joined the discussion from the kitchen. “They’re fine to this day. No evidence of a long-buried head trauma you conveniently forgot to tell us about.”

“I’m trying to protect my child here, Raven,” Dick pleaded, more frenzied seeing Raven’s frown didn’t ease.

“Gar seemed so eager to visit, too,” Vic’s voice commented. “He looked particularly excited today. Flippant. Butter-fingered.”

Raven called out, “Thanks, Vic. Don’t help.”

Kori calmly said, “If Mar'i was dropped she would simply fly.”

“That’s right, can’t Tamaraneans fly from birth?” asked Raven.

“She’s half Tamaranean,” Dick pointed out, at the same time Kori laughed, “He hasn’t allowed me to see if she can fly or not.”

“Of course not!” Dick cried at his wife, who smiled so warmly at him in return his face slackened, and he gave her a kiss as if to apologize for being a raw nerve.

He looked so pitiful, Raven couldn’t help but want to be diplomatic. “Well… with any luck Mar'i will stay asleep through Gar’s visit.”

However, there was no such luck. In the next hour, Mar'i began to fuss, then move her little feet, and open her eyes at turns, and she was well awake by the time G let himself through the door, bellowing, “Uncle Gar is here!”

“Sh!” Dick admonished, having materialized at the door next to him.

Gar’s ears dropped. “Is she asleep?” he asked, now in a whisper.

“No, but she just was,” Dick said, his tone plainly regretting that she wasn’t still asleep.

Gar lifted the admonishment on himself and scanned the apartment for his niece. His eyes brightened when he located Raven –it was a thing she always noticed happened when he saw her again after a while, and it was one of her favorite things in the whole cruel world-, and he made a beeline for the bed, laying a kiss on his girlfriend’s temple before he turned his attention to the baby, wherein his eyes widened and he gasped.

“Whoa, Kori… she’s so beautiful. And so tiny.”

And then the thing Dick feared so dearly happened in a split second. Dick was leaning against the opposite wall, half asleep on his feet, when Gar asked, “Can I pick her up?” and Kori nodded.

One green hand went under her head, another scooped the rest of her body, and Gar delicately lifted Mar'i on a safe journey to his chest, where she laid her head, perfectly comforted.

Dick had been halfway across the room. Gar turned just in time to see him stop cold, and cocked his head at the spatial disorientation of his friend being four feet closer than where he thought he was.

Dick had stopped cold because Gar had turned, and the sight of him holding Mar’i was so undeniably peaceful that his sleep-deprived mind could scarcely remember what he was scared about. He let out a mystified, “Oh.” And straightened.

Victor came out of the kitchen with the last batch of pancakes, most of which would be for Gar. “See, told you he wasn’t gonna drop her.”

“You thought I was gonna drop her?” Gar demanded.

Kori laughed at the scene and looked at Raven, but her smile fell when she saw her friend’s face.

Raven was staring at wide-eyed at nothing, face flushed red. Kori called, “Raven?”, and when the room’s attention inevitably turned on her, she went redder, covered her mouth, and coughed into it to cover it up. Koro patted her back, and Raven could feel her boyfriend’s concerned gaze on her.

Raven had never wanted children. It had never entered her mind before in any shape or form. But all it had taken was Gar holding Mar'i like that for her to be hit upside the head with a deep, irrational longing.

Maybe she wanted kids. Maybe she wanted one right now. The certainty split her brain in two: on the one hand, she knew her new feeling was as unreasonable as it was sudden; on the other, she was sure she needed to have a baby right this moment, with that exact guy. Goddamn it. The stupid fever was real.

“I’m fine,” she said as Dick brought her a glass of water. She was still avoiding Gar’s eyes.

If you concentrated hard enough, you might hear a clock ticking.

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Notes:

It's fucking 0:14 where I am I was so close to making it 😥 whatever it's still Day 1 because I haven't gone to bed

I'm risking my life finishing editing this on mobile. If there's any mistakes I'll edit them tomorrow 😅

I stretched this prompt thin, mainly because I was sure the prompt 'future' was gonna win in the poll and I didn't realize it hadn't until after I was attached to this 😶 but hey, at least it keeps with the family theme

This is legitimately all based off a tiktok

I’m not gonna say how many drafts I have for how many of the week prompts in case I don't finish but I'm posting it all on ao3 and fanfiction.net at the end of the week.

@bbraeweek22 hi! Thank you for organizing this 💜

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the fact that no one wrote a bbrae fic inspired by mondler as they hook up at the rehearsal dinner for robstar's wedding is beyond me

[earlastre]

someone has, i've read it!

in fact i think i might've read more than one with this premise... i'll try to remember the names/find them for you!

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omg that would be amazing! thank u :)

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the fact that no one wrote a bbrae fic inspired by mondler as they hook up at the rehearsal dinner for robstar's wedding is beyond me

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Do you take requests for x readers!

no sorry, i don't take any type of requests bc i barely write the shit that i want to but im open to discuss hcs!

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the "if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more" quote but with raven saying it to beast boy

[vellichorvibes]

||Muslim Raven AU||

[oceanspray5]

Okay so who's gonna write the fic where Drukkari are secretly married and have a running bet on how long it will take for the other Eternals to find out?

[oceanspray5]

Turns out the answer to this question is: me.

The first chapter of my fic based on this concept is up with more to come in quick succession since I finished writing the fic before posting. Check it out below:

Ao3 - FFN

Also please check out @north-star-flickering's fic with the same concept here.

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13994874/0

just added my drukkari fic to ffn :)

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Put Your Lips Close To Mine, As Long As They Don't Touch

read on AO3 or Ff.net

He already knew she was there. He could tell by the movement of the trees and the group of birds flying away. But seeing her in front of him, in the flesh, still stunned him.

Maybe because it was the first time he had seen her in years.

Before their departure in 1521, Druig never felt time pass, not when he was with Makkari. Now every second felt like a hundred years.

“To what do I owe this visit?” he asked, signing as well for her to understand, although he didn’t think he needed to. Her eyes never left his lips.

No one came back, she signed.

“I guess they’re busy.” He didn’t talk to any of them. After the extinction of the deviants there wasn’t much to say.

I waited, she signed.

“I’m sorry they disappointed you.”

For you! Her hands were moving fast as she signed and the glare she was giving him didn’t look good.

Makkari was rarely mad and when she was you know you fucked up. But he didn’t know he was supposed to visit, did he?

He looked around him and picked the first flower he saw. “Forgive me?”

You just killed her, she told him.

For you, he signed, mimicking her reaction earlier. He knew she wouldn’t stay mad at him for long. He could see her trying to hide her smile as she pushed him gently.

I looked everywhere for you. Her serious expression came back. It wasn’t his favorite if he wanted to be honest.

“And how long did that take you?” he asked. “Half an hour?”

She pushed him again. That’s not the point!

“Then what is?”

I was lonely.

“Me too.” He couldn’t lie, not to Makkari. She always saw the truth through him.

An awkward silence fell, both of them avoiding each other’s gaze.

“What’ve you been up to?” he asked, worried that if they stayed quiet for too long she’ll leave. He’d missed her a lot.

Nothing, she signed. Just collecting some stuff.

“You mean stealing?” he smirked. He knew her little habit of taking beautiful belongings wherever she found them.

She couldn’t contain her laugh. You said you won’t speak on it!

He chuckled. “Well we are alone aren’t we?”

And that moment, they realized, was the first time they were alone together without any interruptions from their team.

We are, she signed, looking down.

He thought about not asking her the question, but he wanted to know. “Did you visit Kingo?”

Kingo was the closest to her from all the others. Druig appreciated him for looking out for her. Although sometimes all he wanted was for him to step aside and leave him alone with her. The team really had major privacy issues, he realized.

Call it jealousy if you must, he wanted to know if she came to him first. He wanted to have that.

No. She looked up to him. I only came to see you.

“Why?”

Because we’re not like the others.

She didn’t need to say more, she was right. Makkari kept herself locked in the ship but even if he was surrounded by a hundred of people, he was still alone.

Even though they both loved humans dearly, they kept their distance from them. Only addressed them when they needed to, or controlled their mind in Druig’s case. And without their team, they had no one.

It was funny how she knew exactly how he would be miles away. She could read him like one of her little books. He almost felt naked under her gaze.

She didn’t stay long after but promised that she would come again. It wasn’t until a month later that she did.

He showed her around the village he built. She wasn’t impressed.

Ajak won’t like this.

“And who’s gonna tell her?”

It’s still wrong.

“I am keeping these people safe from this corrupted world.”

It’s not always bad.

“How do you know?”

When I pass by them, she signed, it’s not always wars and fights. When they’re not doing that they actually like to help each other.

“You’re starting to sound like Sersi.”

I know you don’t hate them. She held his arm so he would look at her. You need to trust them to know what’s right and what’s wrong.

“I’ll think about that.”

Her visits were anything but consistent. Sometimes she would come and stay with him for hours, sometimes she just waved at him from afar and left. She either came once a month or once a year. There was no in between.

Seeing her again was addicting. All he could think about every time she left him was when she was coming again. She never gave him an answer.

Maybe she liked torturing him that way, although that wasn’t Makkari’s nature. She was the kindest person he knew.

She would always bring him stuff with her. She would gift him things that reminded her of him. He wondered how an old map had anything to do with him but he accepted it either way.

She would bring him books, a lot of them actually. He read every single one.

He loved every time she left notes in them.

Druig would love this.

This character reminds me of Druig.

P.S I have to give this to Druig.

Druig needs to read this.

He loved those notes more than the book itself. He liked knowing she was thinking of him.

He felt bad for not having anything that would interest her in return. But there was one thing he knew she liked most.

I can’t see where I’m walking, she signed as she walked, eyes closed by Druig’s hands.

He couldn’t sign for her so he transferred his thoughts to her. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.

He guided her through the forest making sure she didn’t fall. Once they arrived he dropped his hands.

In front of them was an ancient temple he had come across while the people of the village were hunting for their food. Makkari always loved finding new historic sites, remnants of humans, and exploring them. He thought maybe finding one for her would be a nice gift.

But she didn’t give the reaction he was waiting for. She didn’t give any reaction at all, she just stared.

“What is it?” he stepped forward to look at her properly, “You don’t like it?”

No it’s beautiful, she assured him. It’s just… I’ve already been here before.

Oh.

“This was dumb. I knew it.” He was about to leave before she held his hand to stop him.

Wait, she lifted his head with her free hand so he could see her. I don’t care that I’ve already seen it. I’m just happy I’ll get to see it with you.

She gave him a warm smile, the kind that he couldn’t stop staring at.

Druig once again slide into her mind and she let him. She was telling the truth. He felt stupid. He kept looking for the biggest thing he could gift her while all she wanted was to be with him.

“Okay, show me what you found.”

Instead of Druig showing her around the temple like he planned, it was Makkari that gave him a tour, her hand never leaving his.

Through the years her visits became more frequent. She brought him more and more of Phastos’ inventions.

“Have I heard of what?”

Have you heard of a M O V I E. Makkari spelled the word for him since he didn’t know it at first.

“A movie?” he said and she nodded.

“No. Something new Phastos made?”

Sort of, she paused for a second and looked up before continuing, something she did when she had to think of way to explain her thoughts best, Remember when he created the camera? He made something similar that can capture longer moments, even hours. Now people are using it to make movies. It’s like a play but captured for people to see any time. Kingo is making them too.

“Kingo is doing these movies now?”

She nodded in excitement. I brought you one of them to see! Just wait here.

Druig watched Makkari flit back and forth bringing some stuff he never seen before. Some weird looking mirrors that she hung up his roof along with long cables coming out of it and a bunch of boxes attached to it. The last items she brought were a weird looking box that looked a lot like a bigger camera and a white sheet.

“You know we have those.” He pointed at the rolled sheets in her hands.

Just to make sure everything is here, she signed back.

He just stood and watched as she set everything on his room. He would’ve helped if he had any idea what she was doing.

It’s set! She said as she grabbed his hand and took them both to sit on his bed.

“Care to explain?”

No. Just watch the movie, she signed not looking back at him. He followed her gaze to the white sheet that she hung on his wall. A white light came out of the camera landing on the sheet in front of him. At first it looked like a normal picture but then it started moving.

Makkari clapped when Kingo first appeared although his character had a different name. As time passed Makkari’s excitement diminished. The movie was awful.

It wasn’t bad, Makkari tried to be nice as always. It is his first movie after all.

Druig laughed. “Come on Makkari even you can’t lie. It was the worst two hours of my life.” He was the one lying. Spending time with Makkari was the best part of his day, even if it meant watching Kingo fighting what looked like a man under a blanket, but he couldn’t tell her that.

She couldn’t help the laugh coming out of her lips. You’re so mean!

And you’re so pretty, he thought, but didn’t say.

“I doubt his next movie will be any better, if there is one.”

Kingo did make another movie and it was just as awful as the first one.

You’re right, she signed trying to contain her laugh, Even I can’t defend this.

Druig was lost staring at her that he forgot what they were laughing about for a moment, “Did he really think that scene of him jumping off a building was believable?”

I don’t know, Makkari signed giving up on holding her laugh.

Once they calmed down Druig realized it was getting late which meant Makkari was about to leave.

He held her hand worried that if he let go she would run right there and then. “Stay the night.”

She was surprised by his offer, he could see that. Out of all the days she visited him she never spent the night, but he really wanted her to.

Maybe another time.

Druig waited, every time she brought a new movie for them to watch or just wanted to spend an evening, thinking that maybe this time she would stay. She didn’t.

Until she accidentally slept on his shoulder one night. Druig knew that one movement and it would be over, Makkari could sense vibrations from miles away. Even his heart wasn’t trusted.

So he stayed like that watching her asleep.

Next morning he found himself alone in bed. He must’ve fell asleep somewhere during the night, waking up Makkari in the process.

Fuck.

He cursed himself for needing sleep just as much as humans did. Her sight should have been enough for him.

When Makkari came again she didn’t mention it, like it was some sort of a mistake that happened and everyone chose to ignore.

He didn’t give up trying to get her to stay with him though. She already visited every day so what was the harm in staying a little longer than usual?

Why are you so persistent to get me to spend the night? She signed with a smirk, Is there some sort of a ritual sacrifice your cult is performing tonight?

“I wouldn’t sacrifice a beautiful woman for that so you don’t have to worry.” Druig didn’t miss the blush on her cheeks.

You’re such a tease! She pushed his shoulder lightly as she tried to hide her face from him. Too bad he’d already seen it.

We can have a night picnic, how about that?

“Fine, but you still own me a sleepover.” He said making sure she knew he wouldn’t drop it that easily.

Whatever, she signed rolling her eyes.

Druig decided to spend the picnic in one of the mountains near the village that had a beautiful view of the forest from above. It was perfect.

Makkari was surprised at all the food he brought with him. Did you make all of this?

“Yeah, who else?” She gave him a glare before he admitted, “Fine, the villagers made it.”

She smirked. Thought so.

The night was the same as any other, them teasing and flirting until one of them blushed away, mostly her.

After finishing their dinner they agreed on a walk under the stars. Makkari noticed Druig shivering and invited him to join her under her blanket. It wasn’t big enough for both of them but they didn’t realize that until they were rolled facing each other with no space to move if they wanted to stay warm.

She lifted one hand out of the blanket to sign, I think the walk stops here.

He did the same with his hand and moved the other one to hold her shaking hand, “I should’ve brought another one.”

It’s okay, she reassured him with a smile.

Being close to Makkari wasn’t new to him. She was a very touchy person and he craved her touch. Any closeness was welcomed. But it didn’t stop the unholy thoughts from corrupting his mind.

Her red cheeks suddenly were the only thing his mind could focus on. “Can I kiss you?”

His question startled her. Where?

He moved his finger and gently pointed at her right cheek. She laughed softly as if she expected it would land somewhere else.

She nodded.

He moved closer to her as he kissed her where his finger pointed before. Then he pointed at her left cheek.

She nodded again. He kissed her again.

She thought he was done but felt his finger touching her forehead.

Another nod. Another kiss.

Druig prayed she wouldn’t murder him for what he was gonna do next. His finger touched her lips and her eyes widened. She looked up at him looking for any hesitation. There was none.

A moment of silence passed. Druig waited for her answer. He never wanted to push her into anything but he still wanted this so badly.

Finally her head moved in slow nod, something he didn’t think Makkari was capable of, and if he had blinked he would’ve missed it. Thankfully, he hadn’t.

He didn’t wait before he captured her lips with his and everything became a blur. At first it was slow but soon got heated once her hands touched his hair and he held her by her waist, pulling her closer to him.

They pulled away in need of breath but the soft whimper she let out convinced him he probably didn’t need oxygen as much as he thought.

He rested his forehead on hers breathing in her sweet scent, waiting for their hearts to calm before he felt her pulling away.

He knew from the look she gave him that he wouldn’t like what she was going to say next.

I need to go. Her eyes were shining under the moonlight like she was about to cry. I’m sorry.

The next six months were the worst he’d ever experienced on earth. Druig counted the days. 185 days went by without seeing her sweet smile. He believed he had lost her forever until one day she was standing in front of him in his room.

He forgot how to speak. All this time he was thinking of what he could say to her to bring her back, for her to not hate him, but now he couldn’t find any words.

I think I owe you an explanation.

“No Makkari,” he stopped her before she had to break his heart herself, “I shouldn’t have pushed you when you obviously didn’t return my feelings.”

She seemed confused for a second. What feelings? You like me?

He had to laugh. All these years and she still hadn’t figured it out. “Why do you think I kissed you? Makkari all I ever think about is you. It’s driving insane actually.”

I think about you too.

“Then why did you leave?”

He can see it was getting hard for her to hold his gaze but she did. I didn’t run because of the kiss. I liked the kiss.

“What didn’t you like?”

This, she held his hand and put it on her heart, the beating, it was too much. I couldn’t feel anything around me except my lungs fighting for air. It scared me. It felt like losing another sense.

In all the scenarios he had about their first interaction after the kiss, this was in none of them. He had convinced himself that it had been something to do with him, that maybe during that brief moment he had done or said something wrong that sent her running away from him. But it turned out she liked it.

I want this, she signed, pointing at the space between them, whatever it is, too. And I want to kiss you, again. But I don’t know how.

His hand was still resting on her heart. But he knew if he repeated what happened the last time it wouldn’t be long before it went wild again.

He thought for a moment before he spoke, “You know not everything has to be rushed and fast. Kissing can be slow and sweet.”

She gave him a confused look before he tilted her chin up, “May I?”

She nodded and he closed the distance between them like he’d been craving from the moment he saw her again.

He kissed her slowly feeling her heart steady under his hand. He pulled away shortly after to make sure she was okay with this. He took one look at her before she pulled him in again.

And that’s how they spent the night, sweet kisses and cuddles on his bed taking back all the time they lost when their lips didn’t know the taste of each other.

He didn’t care if it was gonna take them centuries to move past slow kissing. It took 7 thousands years to get here and he will spend 7 thousand more of just this if he could.

ㅤ ㅤ⚝ ࣭ ֗ │╵ ֢ ࣪ │╵│ ᩠ ࣪ ࣭ ❀

She was happy to see her friends, really. She would’ve liked to spend more time with them after separating for many years… if he stopped invading her thoughts and space for more than two seconds.

It was funny, really, how she was the touchy person before they started their relationship and now he became the needy one. Constantly on her side begging for her hand never to leave his.

She didn’t want to tell her friends about their relationship. It didn’t feel right when they were all grieving the death of their leader and learning the truth about their whole existence but he exposed her in front of Kingo and even called her beautiful twice ignoring all her warning glares.

Did you miss me?

She cursed herself for falling for him. He was unbelievable, cocky and full of himself. But she knew it wouldn’t be long before he’ll get her smiling again.

She was walking in the hallway before she felt movement in the room beside her. Suddenly a hand came out pulling her inside. She looked up to find the same person that occupied her thoughts not long ago looking at her with a smirk.

She hit him without thinking. I know you were reading my mind. I told you we will keep it a secret for now!

“I didn’t say anything.” He held his hand up like he was swearing at a court. She didn’t buy it.

You were so obvious even Phastos picked it up! Asking did you miss me when we were together just the other night. She tried her best to keep a straight face but the memories of them on his bed made her cheeks heat up.

“Well, did you?” the smirk on his face was starting to piss her off.

It’s been a day, she reminded him.

“I missed you,” he said as he pulled her closer and she had no power to push him away.

The soft smile he was giving her broke every wall she was building against his charm and she finally admitted, I missed you too.

“I heard the world was ending. Can’t I get a kiss before that?”

Didn’t we have enough of that?

“Just one last kiss.”

Once their lips touched she forgot all about the world around them. She didn’t care if it ended as long as it ended with him.

I love you, he signed when they pulled away worried that his lips would lose her taste if he moved them.

I love you too.

And soon after her lips were back on his. She knew he never settled for just one.

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death trope bbrae writers aren't seeing heaven

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BEAST BOY LOVES RAVEN SPOILERS

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stubborn gf 🤝 equally stubborn bf

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i NEED a bbrae scene with this quote asap like you don't understand it's perfect, raven struggling with her powers basically losing control telling him she can't feel anything anymore and bb not giving up on her no matter what and telling her he will be every emotion she needs UGH THE ANGST

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i wish i could lose my memory just to read spy vs spy for the first time again