Hey everyone, I'm a little tired and it's late so I'm not going to spend a lot of time on an introduction. All I have to say is, I don't own the Teen Titans.
"Eat my dust, Cy!" Beast Boy shouted, slamming the colorful buttons on his jumbo PlayStation controller as his customized virtual car sped ahead of his friend's. "Face it, dude- I'm invincible."
"In your dreams," Cyborg retorted, a determined grin spread across his shadowy face as he stared intently at the large screen in front of the two heroes. The game, Thunder Cars, emitted a chirping sound that meant that a checkpoint had been reached.
The half-robot and the green shapeshifter were having a late-night gaming session on the long, cushiony gray couch. It had been a long day. The team had received three crime alerts that day, the culprits being the eccentric Mad Mod who had once again attempted to trick the Titans with his illusions, a delusional Mumbo that had tried to jack up a bank vault, and the insane Dr. Light who'd attempted to cause a local power outage by overloading the power lines with harmful radiation. They weren't much of a threat, and the battles with them were never a struggle, but the three villains all in one day were definitely exhausting, and took a toll on the youthful teens.
After the fights, they'd all gone their own directions where unwinding and relaxing was concerned. As of now Robin was reading books in his study, Starfire was tucking Silkie in for the night as well as herself, and Raven had surprisingly already fallen asleep several hours ago, not bothering to change out of her uniform.
"I'll get ya," Cyborg promised adamantly. "Just you wait, grass stain."
"Over my dead body, Tin Man," Beast Boy countered, the bright reflection of the screen glowing in his eyes.
All of a sudden, Beast Boy's animal senses picked up a slight breeze, a few meters behind the two. Beast Boy glanced back out of the corner of his eye.
Behind the couch, hovering mutely beside the kitchen cabinets, was Raven, in nothing but a short sleeved, long, and logoless T-shirt and spandex shorts that weren't exactly like Starfire's clothes looked a lot of the time but definitely displayed a lot of...leg.
Not bad-looking legs, either...
The violet-haired teen caught Beast Boy's eye briefly before brushing it off and opening the cabinet to retrieve a small brown tea bag.
"Hey, Raven," Beast Boy greeted gleefully, as he always did despite her very dry responses. "What're you doing up?"
Cyborg, noticing Raven's presence, didn't turn around to face the empath but called over his shoulder, "Hello, Rave" before refocusing back on the video game before him.
Raven did not answer for a few seconds, unmoving, then nodded somewhat covertly in each of the boys' directions respectively. "Beast Boy. Cyborg." She looked up at the Thunder Cars' display, raising an eyebrow. "Is this all you both do after dark? Play pointless games until you drive yourselves insane with sleep deprivation?" Raven's words sounded venomous, but her tone was dull as she removed a mug from one of the cabinets, went to the sink and began to fill it with hot water.
Beast Boy stared the girl in her plum-colored eyes for a few seconds, then released his gaze and switched it to the cup of chamomile tea she was making. He loved moments like this when he could make a playful jab at Raven without accidentally causing her to blow something up with her unbridled sorcery. Making the typically cold girl laugh, or even simply smile, had always been on his bucket list- and it certainly wasn't being erased anytime soon.
With a smirk on his mischievous face, he asked her, "Is this all you do after dark? Make yourself cups of dirt tea?" His one fang gleamed as he said this. "So you can dreeeeeaaaam about things? Like me, perhaps?" the shapeshifter added in mock arrogance, his eyes sparkling teasingly.
"It helps me sleep," Raven informed Beast Boy defensively, placing the tiny tea bag inside the mug. Her fair cheeks reddened just the slightest bit as she turned her head back to what she was doing. "And I'd rather have my teeth drilled than dream about you," Raven added disconcertingly, bluntly, but with the smallest tinge of affection in her tone.The green teenager grinned, knowing he'd struck a nerve.
"Don't try to deny it, Rae," Beast Boy taunted, stretching his arm out across the top of the couch. "You know I'm hilarious- and irresistible, while I'm at it."
Raven blew air out of her lips in irritation. "And I'm Michael Jackson." she muttered to him sarcastically. "And it's Raven, not "Rae." You can cut that out right now while I still have the patience." Raven snapped, albeit not rudely.
A smug smile spread across Beast Boy's face, and then he set back to watching Raven intently, biting his lower lip with his fang.
Man, was her side profile stunning, Beast Boy thought, gazing tenderly at her perfectly curved nose, her gorgeously unkempt hair, and the one visible sangria eye. He only wished she thought she was as enchanting as he thought she was.
Although Raven was nowhere near the type of "pick me" girl who constantly griped about being ugly, it was clear she did not think very highly of herself, which deeply bothered the lime-colored changeling. He had never really noticed it before, but Raven was quite alluring despite her unwelcoming disposition, and somehow he'd begun to find beauty in her sarcasm as well.
He felt that Raven was absolutely magical.
Wait. What?What in the world had Beast Boy just thought?
No way did he just think what he thought he'd thunk.
Did he just think that Raven was pretty? No, magical?Nope. Absolutely not. Beast Boy had just been playing video games a little too long. That was it. He was just a little tired, and those were just the weird thoughts that accompanied his drowsiness. He and Raven were friends. The thoughts he was currently having were completely random, and he knew that even if these feelings were..real, Raven would never want him.
But she was just so...different. The silver lining of the dark clouds..
Crap. No, no, no.
As a flustered Beast Boy was proceeding to mentally hit himself in the head, Raven had finished making her drink. "I'm going back to bed," she announced listlessly, cup of steaming tea in her ivory hand. "Don't stay up too late, pinheads."
Beast Boy rolled his eyes jokingly at Raven's receding back. "Worried about me, are you?" he goaded teasingly. "Well, don't worry, fair maiden, Sir Cyborg and I will go to bed at a reasonable hour," Beast Boy appended, taking on a hilariously (or so he thought) poorly done British accent. He knew the dark enchantress despised his fake foreign accents, as he had gleefully discovered the day Mad Mod had tried to undo the American Revolution.
Raven groaned, annoyed, in return and vanished into the darkness of the Tower hallways, and Beast Boy grinned after her until she disappeared.
"Ha! Gotcha!!" Cyborg cried triumphantly, tossing his game controller roughly beside him. The game screen flashed the name 'Cyborg' in huge, 3d, blocky candy-colored letters "I knew you wouldn't last a single sec-"
Cyborg caught notice of his green friend, still peering at the empty space where Raven had been, his body turned all the way around from when he'd been teasing her and stars in his eyes.
"Uh...BB?" Cyborg tapped him on the shoulder experimentally, but to no avail.
Cyborg stared at his friend, then the empty space, then back at Beast Boy again, realization dawning on his face.
"Oh, man," Cyborg muttered. Then a sneaky smile spread across his face as he exclaimed, "Beast Boy's got it bad for Raven!"