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OUI. a friend got me shipping it ages ago so B)))))
*squ E AL S*
i like this friend of yours. very much. omg why didn’t you tell me.
ah, well. imma babble about them anyway.
SQUEALS ABOUT BEAST BOY AND KOLE
okay so like any other ship they started out as a random thought. and i had thought about them once before, like a whiiiile ago, but didn’t reflect on it until a few nights ago when i was talking to pedro and albany and megan (and connie, but the baew was sleep ‘cause yanno timezones suck) but pedro got totally behind it and aAAAYE
they first started off as the omg they’re so cute and adorable and perfect ship. and now they’ve upgraded to the i can’t get these two little shits out of my mind and i think i have a problem ship.
beast boy and kole, they just...*screams*
beast boy has literally almost no luck when it comes to his love life, (yanno, with terra and his flirtations with random chicks. the poor bae), and pedro mentioned something about how he’s always ‘too late’ which broke my heart (yEAH THANKS, DUDE). and that got me thinking: beast boy has never necessarily been crushed on first.
this is where my headcanon comes in that kole picks up the crush before beast boy does. and she doesn’t realize it until it strikes her one day. she and beast boy would get along so well. they’d have a cute, playful friendship that potentially could turn into something deeper and meaningful, and i love that. kole would be the one who rarely gives him a hard time. she’d giggle at some of his lame jokes, look out for him, keep him company, and give him words of positivity when he’s feeling down. they’d go to fun places together and be immature and tease each other and gosh - can you imagine them tag-teaming like it can literally go from siding with each other against the other titans to fighting back to back on the battlefield and asdfghgfdsdfghgfdsdfg
the best part about it is? beast boy wouldn’t realize how much she means to him until, well -- he falls for her. and it’s great because they’d practically be best friends at this point, a little older than they had been when they first met, very comfortable with each other and touchy-feely bc of how affectionate they are in general. and yes - they’d be those best friends who practically act like they’re dating (holding hands, hugging constantly, always manage to be snuggled up somewhere whenever they go places, personal space is nonexistent at this point, going to each other for everything - even if it’s a simple, should i wear this shirt today? - she wearing his clothes around the house, super protective over each other, etc.) but as soon as they’re asked they literally drop hands (not realizing they were holding hands in the first place bc it’s routine by this point) and they’re all “w HAT NO WE’RE NOT DATING ARE YOU CRAZY”
and then of course there’s the butterflies and the warm ‘n tinglies and they just can’t hide their feelings anymore so there’s the adorkable moments when they brush hands and look at each other and blush so hard and it’s just HHHHHHGHH
legit pull a robstar and dance around the obvious until sOMEONE finally makes a move and they’re both shy yet excited and scared at the same time because they love their friendship but they also want to be together bc it’s kinda weird to look at your best friend and want to smooch their face all the time
and TH EN THERE ARE THE ESTABLISHED!BBKOLE HEADCANONS WHERE THINGS ARE BASICALLY THE SAME EXCEPT SHE SNEAKS INTO HIS BEDROOM AT NIGHT FOR KISSES AND CUDDLES AND WHEN THEY SEE EACH OTHER HE SCOOPS HER UP IN HIS ARMS AND TWIRLS HER AROUND AND PROUDLY SMOOCHES HER IN FRONT OF EVERYONE BECAUSE SHE’S THAT ONE GIRL WHO G E T S HIM AND MAKES HIM SO DAMN HAPPY AND HE’S NOT ALONE ANYMORE AND JUST ASDFGHJHGTREWERYKHJGFVBN
She woke up with a faint headache. Her head was spinning. What happened last night? Where was she?
A hand lifted to cup her forehead, and that's when she realized that an IV was attached to her arm. What the...?
"You know, I'd never take you for a snorer."
And she wasn't alone.
Eyebrows furrowed. The empath slowly turned her head, squinting as the sunlight shone through the curtains. Now she realized where she was. Back home, in the Tower's infirmary. The bedding was soft and warm, a sense of comfort and familiarity.
Jason was sitting in the chair next to her bed, one leg casually thrown over his thigh; a thick novel nestled there, propped open from his reading. His maskless face was almost flawless; the gash on his cheek wasn't as deep as she thought, patched up neatly on the right side. If he had any other injuries, they were hidden under his dark tee and sweatpants. A thin stripe covered a small section of his left eyebrow.
"Still haven't found a comb, I see," she countered with, voice raspy from lack of use; she stretched her sore limbs and she could feel the elastic of the gauze tape spreading with her movements. Cyborg must have done everything for her while she was unconscious; she'll have to thank him for that later.
Jason grinned at her sly comment. His hair was everywhere.
"Says the one with actual bedhead, sleeping beauty." He closed his book shut, setting it on the bedside table. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I've been ran over by a truck," she said honestly.
"Oh the irony. You kinda did." She squinted her eyes, and he added in an oddly sincere tone, "And scared the living hell out of me."
Her hand was then scooped up in his gloved ones; he was warm. Raven could feel his breath gently blowing on her skin from his slow, deep breathing; he dipped his head, eyes closing. She held her breath.
"When you...saw that kid..." he mumbled, and she could sense that he was struggling with his words. "I didn't know that you'd --- and you were already hurt and -- fucking...truck driver --- I wanted...to...ugh -- dammit --"
"Hey." Her soft voice captured his attention, and his gaze flickered up to meet hers; head unmoving. "That little boy...he's safe, right? He's going to be okay?"
Jason nodded mutely. Raven sighed in relief.
"He, ah...Dickie-bird grabbed him. Pulled 'em out of the street."
"What did you do?"
"I was going to kill that bastard," he spat bitterly, grip subconsciously tightening. "But..."
"But?"
He sighed slowly through his nose. "...Kori...told me...to get you...and go find Cyborg."
Her lips pressed. "Jason ---"
"Don't." His gaze flickered to the monitor; the repetitive beeping signaling her still-beating heart was oddly therapeutic for him.
"What happened after that?" she queried, diverting the subject to her state of being instead.
"Took you back here. Everyone was fucked up. I didn't care that my lungs were on fire." Feeling her gaze on him, he met hers with his own. "Cyborg got you all wrapped up. We didn't relax until you started floating."
"And...and...how long was I out?"
His breath hitched. "Two days."
Two days?
"Oh..." she murmured.
"Yeah..." he murmured back. Lips gradually began to pull up, amusement now dancing in his blue eyes.
"What?" she arched an eyebrow.
He snorted, maintaining most of his laughter before untamed chuckles broke free; chest rumbling with hysterics. "Your bedhead is ridiculous."
Her teeth gritted, jaw clenched in irritation; the empath sighed heavily as his laughter increased tenfold. "Jason, I swear to Azar --"
Still chortling, the vigilante released her hand only to lean forward, arms pinning down on either side of her neck, hovering over her injured body; leaving her trapped. Her eyebrows crinkled in suspicion and curiosity, folding her arms across her chest stubbornly.
"Don't even think about kissing me," she deadpanned, maintaining a cold exterior.
"I'm not thinking about kissing you -- I actually am going to kiss you," he corrected her as if talking to a child, leaning down until their noses touched.
Her heartbeat began to pick up, and damn it all he could hear everything. The antihero now bore a shit-eating grin on his face, and she so badly wanted to smack it off.
"And I know you want me to," he whispered smugly.
Her lips slowly started to pull back over her teeth in a grimace, but his lips were already on hers, his kiss long and meaningful instead of what she had expected. And despite the hostility, she didn't fight him; slender fingers ghosted up his chest, curving around his neck as a resting place as her lips yielded up against his in return. She had missed him. He had missed her.
