A/N: Hi all! Sorry for the lack of updates, but hopefully this "chapter" will make up for them! These are sentence number prompts from Tumblr, in no particular order. They're all pretty fluffy. There may be two of the same number (I believe it was prompt #53) however I wrote them differently, so if you happen to read both, don't worry about a duplicate drabble because they're different! Please enjoy! (: As usual, reviews are appreciated but please no flames.

80. "How can you think I'm anything but hopelessly in love with you?"

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"I can't believe we used to hate each other."

Previously relaxed biceps tightened around thin shoulders. Raven's lavender locks rested against his left collarbone and her tiny hands were crossed at the wrists so she could hold his left hand with her right. She sat crisscrossed between his loose straddle and his old burgundy sweater was baggy on her lean frame. Garfield hadn't seen her so calm, almost peaceful, in a long time, but the words she'd just mumbled so casually had left him uneasy.

Deciding to let her soft words go, Beast Boy spoke. "I never hated you, Rae."

"I know," she craned her neck to kiss the shadowed side of his jawbone.

"Well…." He sighed, pulled her closer in his arms. "I don't want you to ever think I hate you." His words buried deep in her hair, tangling with the gentle jasmine and sandalwood of her shampoo. "Because I love you. I love you so much, Raven."

"Noted," Raven bit her lip. She relished in his warmth and found it absolutely adorable the way he brought her to his chest when he got nervous. Feeling his butterfly-light kisses flutter over her scalp, Raven found the smile on her lips permanent.

"Rae," he whimpered. "Dontcha love me too?"

Untangling her fingers from his, Raven straightened up. She got to her knees, then turned and faced him. Garfield's rough hands softened around her waist. His dark lips held a slight pout although his gorgeous emerald eyes still held an everlasting sparkle. Kissing the tip of his nose, Raven kept her lips inches from his in a playful tease.

"Garfield," she scolded lightheartedly, lacing her dainty fingers at the nape of his neck.

"How can you think I'm anything but hopelessly in love with you?"

Garfield's grin was so genuine, his eyes curved into small smiles of their own. He leaned closer to capture her lips, but before they met, he whispered one last teasing remark.

"Noted."

83. "It's always been you."

98. "I can't watch you with someone else. It's tearing me apart."

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"I can't… I can't, Raven. You don't understand."

Beast Boy paced her room, tugging at his hairs until his scalp was raw.

"It's not your decision," Came the reply, frigid and factual. "Since when do you worry about me?"

"You don't understand!" Stopping in his tracks, he turned with frustration. "I can't do it." A furious fang dug deeper into his upper lip. "I can't watch you with someone else." Taking a deep breath, he added a cracked whisper. "It's tearing me apart."

"I understand."

The mattress trembled with his rage. He too angry to look at her.

"When you were with.. you know." Raven spoke quietly, for fear than even her usual volume would rouse his temper. "Every second longer that you were with her, falling for her lies, trusting her…. It hurt me. I loved you, Garfield."

"Why didn't you say anything?" His voice had broken completely, tears threatening to loosen beneath his lids.

For a long time, Raven didn't say anything, Tentatively, she placed a hand on his tensed back, running her fingers between the deep crease of his spine. When the quivering had ceased, the sorceress continued.

"I would never want to take away your happiness."

"Seemed," he elaborated, drawing a confused furrow from the sorceress. "I seemed happy, and for a while, I thought I was." His head shook, and emerald eyes dared to face her. "But I was in love with you, Raven. I loved her. But I was in love with you."

"How… How can you say that?" Raven's felt a wave of sudden irritation flood over her. Fiddling with her own ring finger, the sorceress met his eyes with miffed confusion.

"Oh, Rae," Beast Boy straightened up, craning his neck to look in her eyes. Gently, he placed her petite hand in, like the last piece in a puzzle. "I couldn'thave married her."

"Why?"

"Because of you, Raven. Don't you see?"

He tucked a lavender strand behind her ear. He touched his forehead to hers, so close that he could feel her breath on his lips. Violet eyes disappeared, sparkles streaming down her cheeks. Leaning like he was going to kiss her, Beast Boy won the little empath over.

"It's always been you."

(a/n: I used a semi-minimalist writing style on this one.. Forgive me for the dialect prominence and lack of usual adjectives).

61: I love you. I'm completely and utterly in love with you. Please don't get married.

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"Please."

"I…. I have to."

"No, you don't." A gentle grip on her shoulders, Beast Boy bent to face the scared sorceress eye level. "Nothing's stopping you from walking away, right now."

"I can't."

"Sure you can," Fear of a broken promise pooled in her wide eyes. "Why not?"

"I…. What if…. What if I never find anyone else?"

"What if you do."

"Yeah? Who." Came the snap reply.

He pressed his lips to hers.

"I love you, Raven." His words hovered carefully over her lips, large hands cradling her cheeks, thumbing away tears. "I'm completely and utterly in love with you." His lids were still half closed, voice hoarse. "Please don't get married."

Amethyst eyes exploring his expression, wide and unsure, thoroughly curious. "Okay," she whispered, porcelain fingertips sliding to his neck. "I won't get married tomorrow." A smiled consumed his face, and he kissed her again.

"Garfield." Her voice was small as ever and softer than usual.

"Yeah?"

"You know, I think I will get married someday."

"Really?" He focused on her eyes. "To who?"

She just pressed her lips to his.

53. "Who crawls through someone's window at 4am to go for ice cream?!"

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"Gar, this is ridiculous."

"Shhh, Rae." Beast Boy waved the sorceress off. "You're breaking my concentration."

A green claw picked at the clasp on the window. Moonlight glinted over tousled forest locks, and his purple pajamas seemed out of place amidst the deserted city park.

"You realize I could just phase us through the door, right?"

A warm embarrassment flushed over the changeling's body.

"Why are we here, anyway?"

Beast Boy gave up on the stubborn lock, turning to face his teammate. Raven, sporting one of his over-sized white t shirts and a tired look on her face, met his eyes with confusion.

"You said you wanted ice cream, Rae." The changeling shrugged, returning his focus to the seemingly unbreakable lock.

"I said I wanted ice cream, not a felon. And besides, that was at two in the afternoon!" The sleepy sorceress exclaimed, her words only half the octave they should've been. "Gar, it's literally four in the morning." Click, the lock sprung open, falling off the window. "Who crawls through someone's window at 4am for ice cream?!"

"Rae," Beast Boy couldn't help but feel a bit of satisfaction at his success. "You said you wanted ice cream, I'm getting you ice cream. Now, mint chocolate chip or earl grey?" He poked his head into the ice cream truck, feeling for a scoop.

The sound of plastic utensils clattered to the ground as he continued to blindly scramble for a scoop.

"I'm just going to grab the mint, cause it's your favorite."

"You're risking going to jail?" Raven stepped closer to his side, pressing her hand to his abdomen, which was currently strained with the struggle of scooping ice cream in the dark. "For ice cream?"

Suddenly, the changeling pulled away from the window. A goofy smile played his lips, as he held a tiny bowl of ice cream and pink plastic spoons her way.

"For you."

78: I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you.

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Brows furrowed, a brave hand on her waist, the other on her cheek.

A statue; cold and grayed. She'd frozen at his touch, and wouldn't dare move, for fear he'd let go.

But her lips weren't frozen. Neither were his. In fact, quite the opposite. A rough fang nibbled at her bottom lip, and a soft pressure fidgeted with her upper. His concentration was unbroken, and Raven had always admired his determination.

After a few seconds, Beast Boy drew back. Clouded emeralds immediately met innocent amethysts, fusing into a confused gemsona. Realizing that she wasn't about to speak first, Beast Boy whispered.

"I'm sorry." His voice was low, a bit rough. Like a spool of bravery was reaching its end, stretched taught to knit a blanket of confidence over his nerves. Dark brows were still knit, genuine apology and confusion fighting to be expressed. "I shouldn't have kissed you."

"Why?" Raven immediately cursed herself for sounding weak. Her usual monotone had dissipated when he'd pulled her in, when he'd brushed the violet locks from her cheeks, and when he'd traced her lips with his. Any hopes of avoiding emotion were gone at this point.

"You're beautiful," Beast Boy's voice was unraveling, any feigned confidence lost against honesty. His frown was set, watching her lost in thought. Finally, his eyes rested on hers. Those gorgeous, gleaming jewels that didn't believe they were beautiful. If only she could see herself from his eyes. Before he could explain, she asked another question. "Raven, I-"

"You… You think I'm beautiful?"

She couldn't help herself. She should be pushing him away, phasing through the walls to meditate. She should be telling herself that emotions were dangerous, that flattery was for fools, and that Beast Boy, of all people, couldn't possibly being telling her she was beautiful. But instead, she was asking why. She was wondering why he kissed her.

But more importantly, she wanted to know if he'd do it again.

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Because if he wouldn't….

A surge of stupidity, as well as impulse, pulsed through the sorceress's body. She found herself falling into a pattern of interruption and instigation, as she drew him in. Meeting in the middle, the same reliable warmth explored her lips. No longer tense to his touch, slender fingers found themselves pulling him closer, her lips silently begging for more.

…..she would.

"I'm sorry I kissed you." Beast Boy's breath was hot against her cheek, as she nibbled beneath the left of his jaw.

"Why?" That seemed to be her word of the day.

"Because," His breath was short, a soft smile playing his lips.
"I never want to stop."

"Then don't." She whispered, before pulling him in once more.

62: "It's only one night, we'll just share the bed."

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"C'mon, just crawl in."

A fever seared her cheeks, surely hotter than any scarlet fever, and definitely more deadly. Beast Boy sat, crisscrossed in his long purple boxers, sculpted abdomen relaxed after a long day's work. This was dangerous. Outright dangerous, sinful, and a million other negative adjectives ran through the sorceress's head. And sinning was out of the question. Raven had come too close to hell many times before, she didn't want to get burned.

So she forced herself to shake her head, and keep on the outer perimeter of his room. "Thanks Beast Boy, but I think I'll just stay with Sta-"

"She lives all the way on the other wing," Beast Boy interrupted. "Anyway, she's probably not even in her room…." A green brow lifted. "Save yourself the trouble, Rae."

"Raven." Amethyst eyes rolled, a look of irritation masking her subtle blush. "Anyway, I can just phase over."

This time it was Beast Boy's turn to roll his eyes. "It's only one night, we'll just share the bed." Raven stiffened. Nervous jitters vibrated in her stomach, and she was thankful Beast Boy was focused on smoothing the crinkles in his sheets.

When he was satisfied, he patted the soft brown cotton of his double bed. Emerald eyes curiously watched her, and the sorceress had a feeling he wouldn't rest until she gave into his kind offer. Sighing in defeat, Raven pulled at her lace hem, before levitating hesitantly to his bedside. She paused at the edge, but Beast Boy took her wrist and guided her onto the soft sheets.

Arms crossed, Raven sat against the headboard. Although it was dim, she could see he only had a large brown comforter and a single pillow, which was situated behind Beast Boy's lower back.

"Uh, Raven," he seemed so casual. "I only have one set of bedding stuff. So, you can have my pillow." He pulled the soft down from behind him and held it out for her. "But we're gonna have to share the blanket."

He's so sweet…. Raven gently pushed his hands away, as any romantic thoughts were shoved from her mind. "No, Garfield. That's a really nice…."Really, so thoughtful…. "But I'm the one who came into your room."

Beast Boy shrugged. "You sure?" She nodded. "Alright, well," he dropped the pillow and plopped his head on it, emerald eyes peering up at the sorceress. "You can just use me as a pillow then, Rae-Rae." A playful kindness twinkled in his eyes, and he tapped his right shoulder. "Sharing is caring."

A dark blush played her cheeks for the third time tonight, as Raven tentatively placed her head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and snuggled her closer, before pulling the blanket over both of them.

She couldn't help but notice how her head fit perfectly into the crook of his neck.

In minutes, she could hear light snores sounding from the changeling's chest. Glancing upward, Raven saw his mouth partially open, and the hand that wasn't around her was cradling his head.

He's not adorable, he's not adorable…..

That was practically her new mantra.

She couldn't have him. And he couldn't have her. They both knew it, that's why he was so casual, and she so nervous.

It was only for one night.

So she would press her hand over his heart, and allow his heartbeat's steady lullaby lull her to sleep. She'd snuggle closer to the changeling, and blame it on the cold. And in the morning, before he would awake, she would slip away.

But the memories of his warmth would stay with her. And she couldn't help but hope for more nights like this.

After all, sharing is caring.

51. "What the hell are you wearing?"

53. "Who crawls through someone's window at 4am to go for ice cream?!"

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"Who crawls through someone's window at 4am to go for ice cream?"

Raven sat still, frozen against her black headboard. He stood in front of her, a silly, excited smile playing his features. Two silver spoons in hand and the keys to the T-Car in the other.

"Cyborg's are going to kill you."

"C'mon, Rae!" He hurried to her bed, grabbing her hand in the dark. In one swift motion, he pulled her to her feet, the comforter falling loose of her grip.

Raven was thankful for the dark, for the deep red stain on her cheeks would be hidden.

"What the hell are you wearing?"

She'd temporarily forgotten that Beast Boy had the night vision of a bat.

Crossing her legs, Raven stared at her long nylon stockings and prayed for Beast Boy to spontaneously lose his voice.

Of course, he wouldn't.

"Raven…."

She sighed, trying to starve the embarrassed warmth pooling in her stomach.

"What the hell are you wearing?" He sounded more confused than angry.

"Gar.. Don't be mad; you left it in the living room. I was going to return it but…"

Beast Boy's lips were immediately against hers, his hands pulling the hood over her lavender locks. Raven allowed his touch to consume her senses. Like cool ice cream, Raven melted against the gentle warmth of his lips, and his lips pulled her closer while his hands slipped beneath the hoodie to her cheeks.

"Keep it," his whispered, forehead pressed to hers and his emerald eyes gleaming with mischievous twinkle. Guiding her backwards, they collapsed on her soft comforter. Brushing back her recently tousled waves, he spoke. "It looks better on you."

For a minute, he just watched her. He blinked down at her, unable to contain the warm fuzzy feeling against the way his hoodie was adorably oversized on her petite frame, and the way her bashful expression peered up at him. He couldn't believe Raven had just stolen his favorite sweatshirt but he couldn't say he minded.

"Don't you want to go to the ice cream parlor?"

Beast Boy grinned, sliding the hood off her silken lavender hair. Her cool fingers traced and tapped against his bottom lip, waiting patiently for an answer.

"Let's just stay in."