Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, this is a work of fiction that I am not making a profit of off.
Author's Note: I have been working on rewriting "Act Your Age", and this seemed to sprout. I want to show Beast Boy and Raven in their more human moments. Yes, there will be fluff, but it's a more darker and what I think realistic sense of fluff.
Shout out to my bestie Candice for the title!
My Not So Happy Illusions
Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.
~Phyllis Diller, Phyllis Diller's Housekeeping Hints, 1966
"I really just don't want to talk to you right now."
"Then what do you want, Raven?"
"Garfield," The empath started, pulling her side of the bed sheets back. She dropped her hands to her sides, exhausted. "I just want to go to bed. I don't want to talk; I don't want to fight. I want to go to bed." She started firmly, sitting down on the edge of the king sized mattress.
"We need to talk about this." Beast Boy pushed. Cuts and scraps from their most recent battle had yet to be treated, he was still in his dirty uniform.
"We don't need to talk about anything." Raven yelled, forcing her legs under the covers. "Because I don't have anything to say to you." She sighed, her voice lowered.
"Why are you so angry?" He questioned. Moving in front of their bed, he placed his hands on the foot of the bed.
"Are you not hearing me?" The empath screamed now. "I told you I don't want to talk right now, and that means I don't want to talk to you. And, if you can't respect that, then go sleep somewhere else tonight."
He huffed, hanging his head. "I don't want to go to bed angry." Beast Boy looked at his wife, eyes softened and less frustrated. "I don't want us to go to bed angry at each other."
"What does it matter?" Raven questioned, folding her arms. She leaned back against the pillows, growing tired from their conversation. "So you would rather me be extremely pissed now, then moderately pissed at you later. That's brilliant."
"I'd rather you talk to me, pissed or not." He spoke lowering his voice.
Raven looked at her husband, leaning forward. She inhaled. "You pushed me aside in battle, tonight. You treated me like I was incapable of doing my job."
"I was protecting you!"
"That's my point, I don't need you to protect me, Beast Boy." Raven shouted. "I am just as capable of taking down the bad guy as you or any other member of this team."
"He had a gun!" Beast Boy shouted back. "And I'm not married to any other member of this team." He clarified calming down and lowering his voice.
"I've dealt with guns before, you know that." Raven explained. "I've taken down thugs with guns alone, so what's the big deal?"
"The big deal is that you could have been hurt."
"So could you."
"That's not the point!"
"Then explain the point to me, Beast Boy." Raven yelled, throwing the covers back. She hopped out of bed, standing in front of him. "You wanted to talk so bad, so talk."
"That point is that some ass pointed a gun at my wife." Beast Boy hollered. "At my wife," He emphasized, pointing at her. "Not at my teammate, but at my wife. How the hell am I supposed to feel when I see that, Raven?"
Raven closed her eyes, mouth wrinkling as she calmed. "I am your teammate in battle. Right now, I am your wife, and I love that you want to protect me, but I need you to understand that I don't need you to shove me out of the way every time you get uncomfortable."
"You're right, but I just can't stand the thought of something happening to you, Rae." He whispered. "I love you."
She walked over to him. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she nuzzled his neck.