“I got to admit, you’re really sexy with that gun. Terrifying, but sexy.”
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I request "So are you guys dating, or?" for BbRae! XD
YOU GOT IT. I’m kind of hyped about YJ S3, and I’m looking forward to some more BB character development, so, I’ve had this idea in my head for a while! A potential ‘what if’ situation. :) I hope it’s okay! For obvious reasons, he’s aged up here.
“You came,” she breathed, her expression more of relief than anything else.
It was the first time in a long time that he’d seen her act not so indifferent; she was genuine in her pleasure with seeing him again. It gave him hope, made him feel a glimmer of that exhilirating anticipation, that he was something more to her. Especially when she looked at him like that.
Beast Boy morphed back into his human shape and dusted off his uniform. Sparing her a small smile, and spending a few moments to appreciate her uncanny beauty, he finally found his voice. “And you’re not actually evil.”
Smooth. Real smooth.
It was a miracle neither Bart or Jaime had been there to hear that one.
Suddenly, her eyes were like purple steel. She crossed the room towards him, closing the distance in a few strides, and her hands came up to clutch at his shoulders. He tried to ignore the way his heart pounded in his chest at her unexpected nearness. “Gar, you can’t be here. You have to go. Now.”
The seriousness in her tone had returned, but the way her brows furrowed, and her bottom lip jutted out, told him that she was just worried about his well-being.
He shook his head in protest. “I can’t just leave you here, Rae. Not when I know the truth. Come on, we have to go tell the others what’s really going on.” He grabbed hold of her hand firmly, not waiting for her consent, and tugged her after him.
Raven broke free of his grasp immediately after giving him quite a bit of resistance. “No! I can’t!” She cried out.
He stilled, watching her back away reluctantly, like it was the last thing she wanted to do. “Beast Boy, I can’t go with you.” Her voice softened, and she averted her gaze to the ground.
“Why not?” Even to his own ears, he sounded desperate.
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How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Winnie the Pooh
“I am disappointed that…you know what disappointed doesn’t even begin to cut it. I am heartbroken by what you’ve chosen to do.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt-”
“I know. But you did anyway.”
“I fell into your lap on accident oh god you’re so close now I can’t breathe”
“You’re cutting my hair and I’m trying not to focus on your hands in my hair and your breath on my neck”
“I scraped my knee and now your fixing it up and I swear if you don’t stop running your hands over my leg I will kick you”
“We may or may not be hiding in a locker and we may or may not be squished against each other”
“Hold me I’m cold…oh god you are VERY close is that my heart or freaking sonic stuck in my chest”
“Hey, you got something on your face let me get it for you, wait oh crap”
“We’re doing that trusting exercise of staring at each other for 5 minutes and the tension between us is suffocating”
“Here I’ll help you, I know first aid, just sit still”
“This sofa is very small and our legs are brushing and our shoulders touching and now you’re whispering something in my ear I can’t handle this”
“I did NOT mean to lean into you I just saw something okay I SWEAR”
“You tried to reach across me but your face got really close to mine and now we’re just staring at each other”
“I’m going to teach you how to dance, come here”
“I-I’m sorry, I never meant for all this to happen, I never meant-”
“Hey, shhhh it’s ok. You’re safe. I’ve got you…I’ve got you.”
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“I’m really sorry.”
“For what? There’s no shame in being who you are.”
“Staring into the mirror, my eyeliner smeared on my face, my hair resting gently on the side I looked like the poster child for the misunderstood broken hearted.”