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[bbraeweek24]

Prompt Bank

Me and my friends putting all your ideas into wonderful bbraeweek potion!

Just a reminder that the prompt bank ends on Wednesday 5/22/24 (22/5/24), so send us your stuff now! Either message directly or use the tags #bbraeweek24 or #prompt bank.

Thanks for all of the stuff you guys have sent so far! They're all really good!

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[kitikatrina]

This was for bbraeweek last year & I guess I never posted this here? I had sketched out ideas for every prompt in this week but didn't actually get around to finishing & posting any of them except day 1...maybe I'll eventually get around to finishing the rest

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[samarasketch]

BBRae Week Day 6: Fantasy 💚💜

When you think she's an angel, but it turns out she's the spawn of the devil herself. Either way, you just can't help but be swept away into the darkness...

Icarus and the sun AU or Mistress of darkness luring fools to their doom (but Gar willingly goes with everything, just to spend an eternity with her) AU? I couldn't decide hahahaha 🙈

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[the-lighthouse-lit]

BBRae Week Day 1: Meet the family

“She’s perfect,” said Raven, looking down at baby Mar'i asleep in the bed between her and Koro. “I know it’s a cliché but… it’s true.”

“I don’t get tired of looking at her,” responded Kori, also staring at Mar'i with a sleepy smile. “Thanks for making her sleep.”

Raven shook her head with her eyes still stuck to the baby. “I’m glad to take one thing off your shoulders.”

It was hard to believe that when Raven and Victor had arrived, Mar'i was crying her head off as the new parents took turns walking her through the apartment in a frenzy.

Raven and Vic had looked at the chaos, then at each other, and taken charge of it. Now Mar'i lay asleep and Vic was in the kitchen making a much needed late breakfast for Dick and Kori. The only thing still chaotic was Dick, who was still zooming by completing random household tasks in a disorganized fashion.

“Honey,” Kori called out when he happened to steer close enough to them. “Come sit down. You have to slow down when she lets us, remember?”

“Right.” Dick slowed down with effort and joined them, laying at the foot of the bed. Kori laced her fingers through his, and it was like a switch that let him breathe full breaths again.

“To think I’ve always wanted to be a mother,” she mused. “It’s odd to think it finally happened.”

“You’ve always known that?” Raven asked, and Kori nodded. “I never saw myself having children. Still don’t.” She said it because she’d realized it at that moment, and then wondered if that was insulting, seeing as she was looking down on her friend’s baby as she said that.

But Kori was Kori. She didn’t take offense. "You've never had baby fever?" she wanted to know.

“No," chuckled Raven, and left it at that.

Part of her still doubted the so-called baby fever was even real. Seeing a baby awoke a primal urge to take care of it. Humans were designed that way. It was so parents wouldn’t abandon their babies for being so needy--so the human species wouldn’t die out. Maybe it was because she held such tight control on her emotions, things like that didn’t make it through her primary filters. Or maybe the fever was a myth.

Raven smiled down at Mar'i. “I’m just fine being an auntie.”

Dick cleared his throat. “Raven, is Gar coming now?”

“Yeah, just after the table read,” Raven confirmed.

“Um, when he comes, can you keep him from trying to pick Mar'i up?”

Raven did rip her eyes from Mar'i for that, turning to look at her friend in surprise. Dick at least had the decency look ashamed, though tiredness had made him callous, and Kori shook her head smiling, in a way Raven could tell they had talked about this beforehand and hadn’t agreed. “Excuse me? Why?”

“It’s not personal, alright? I’m just trying to keep my new baby from being dropped.”

“What?” Raven couldn’t help feel immediately defensive of her boyfriend of two years, and made no effort to hide it. “Why do you think he’s gonna drop her? I was just more likely to drop her.”

“Nope, you took care of kids before,” Victor’s voice joined the discussion from the kitchen. “They’re fine to this day. No evidence of a long-buried head trauma you conveniently forgot to tell us about.”

“I’m trying to protect my child here, Raven,” Dick pleaded, more frenzied seeing Raven’s frown didn’t ease.

“Gar seemed so eager to visit, too,” Vic’s voice commented. “He looked particularly excited today. Flippant. Butter-fingered.”

Raven called out, “Thanks, Vic. Don’t help.”

Kori calmly said, “If Mar'i was dropped she would simply fly.”

“That’s right, can’t Tamaraneans fly from birth?” asked Raven.

“She’s half Tamaranean,” Dick pointed out, at the same time Kori laughed, “He hasn’t allowed me to see if she can fly or not.”

“Of course not!” Dick cried at his wife, who smiled so warmly at him in return his face slackened, and he gave her a kiss as if to apologize for being a raw nerve.

He looked so pitiful, Raven couldn’t help but want to be diplomatic. “Well… with any luck Mar'i will stay asleep through Gar’s visit.”

However, there was no such luck. In the next hour, Mar'i began to fuss, then move her little feet, and open her eyes at turns, and she was well awake by the time G let himself through the door, bellowing, “Uncle Gar is here!”

“Sh!” Dick admonished, having materialized at the door next to him.

Gar’s ears dropped. “Is she asleep?” he asked, now in a whisper.

“No, but she just was,” Dick said, his tone plainly regretting that she wasn’t still asleep.

Gar lifted the admonishment on himself and scanned the apartment for his niece. His eyes brightened when he located Raven –it was a thing she always noticed happened when he saw her again after a while, and it was one of her favorite things in the whole cruel world-, and he made a beeline for the bed, laying a kiss on his girlfriend’s temple before he turned his attention to the baby, wherein his eyes widened and he gasped.

“Whoa, Kori… she’s so beautiful. And so tiny.”

And then the thing Dick feared so dearly happened in a split second. Dick was leaning against the opposite wall, half asleep on his feet, when Gar asked, “Can I pick her up?” and Kori nodded.

One green hand went under her head, another scooped the rest of her body, and Gar delicately lifted Mar'i on a safe journey to his chest, where she laid her head, perfectly comforted.

Dick had been halfway across the room. Gar turned just in time to see him stop cold, and cocked his head at the spatial disorientation of his friend being four feet closer than where he thought he was.

Dick had stopped cold because Gar had turned, and the sight of him holding Mar’i was so undeniably peaceful that his sleep-deprived mind could scarcely remember what he was scared about. He let out a mystified, “Oh.” And straightened.

Victor came out of the kitchen with the last batch of pancakes, most of which would be for Gar. “See, told you he wasn’t gonna drop her.”

“You thought I was gonna drop her?” Gar demanded.

Kori laughed at the scene and looked at Raven, but her smile fell when she saw her friend’s face.

Raven was staring at wide-eyed at nothing, face flushed red. Kori called, “Raven?”, and when the room’s attention inevitably turned on her, she went redder, covered her mouth, and coughed into it to cover it up. Koro patted her back, and Raven could feel her boyfriend’s concerned gaze on her.

Raven had never wanted children. It had never entered her mind before in any shape or form. But all it had taken was Gar holding Mar'i like that for her to be hit upside the head with a deep, irrational longing.

Maybe she wanted kids. Maybe she wanted one right now. The certainty split her brain in two: on the one hand, she knew her new feeling was as unreasonable as it was sudden; on the other, she was sure she needed to have a baby right this moment, with that exact guy. Goddamn it. The stupid fever was real.

“I’m fine,” she said as Dick brought her a glass of water. She was still avoiding Gar’s eyes.

If you concentrated hard enough, you might hear a clock ticking.

───

Notes:

It's fucking 0:14 where I am I was so close to making it 😥 whatever it's still Day 1 because I haven't gone to bed

I'm risking my life finishing editing this on mobile. If there's any mistakes I'll edit them tomorrow 😅

I stretched this prompt thin, mainly because I was sure the prompt 'future' was gonna win in the poll and I didn't realize it hadn't until after I was attached to this 😶 but hey, at least it keeps with the family theme

This is legitimately all based off a tiktok

I’m not gonna say how many drafts I have for how many of the week prompts in case I don't finish but I'm posting it all on ao3 and fanfiction.net at the end of the week.

@bbraeweek22 hi! Thank you for organizing this 💜

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[bbraeweek22]

The Prompt Poll is closed and the dates are set! Here is the finalized list of days and the prompts that go with them!

May 16: Meet the Family/Vacation/Holidays May 17: Nighttime/Movie Nights May 18: Formal/Ballroom May 19: Breaking up/Making Up/Secrets May 20: Evil AU/Historical AU/AU May 21: Feral/Wild Side/Magical Mishap May 22: Tender Moments/Love Languages

We are still going to do dialogue prompts but didn’t get enough to make a poll with them, so instead we, the mods, are going to pick our favorites and release them next week.

We can’t wait to see what everyone does!

#bbrae #bbraeweek #bbraeweek22

[chubbywormart]

This February I decided to draw some of my favorite fictional couples, both canon and non-canon! I will do my best to post them as I make more!

#7 Beast Boy x Raven (Teen Titans)

#bbrae fanart #bbrae #bbraeweek #beast boy #raven #raven titans #raven teen titans #raven x beast boy #favorite couple #favorite ships #my otp #dc comics #teen titans #teen titans go #i ship them #i ship it #i will go down with this ship

[snowdragon4]

Bbrae week, day 1. Unconventional kiss.

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[teentitwns]

IT'S BBRAE WEEK!!!

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[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

BBRAEWEEK 2021 July 28th - Starry Nights

“So… Vincent Van Gogh painted this?”

Raven sighed, looking over at Garfield as he stared at the masterpiece that hung before them, head to the side.

“Yes. Yes he did.”

“And it’s special, right?”

Bless him, he was trying.

“A lot of people think so. I prefer Henry Fuseli, honestly.”

“What’d he do?”

Raven shrugged.

“Lots of fantasy and religious stuff. I think some of his Milton Gallery is here.”

Garfield frowned.

“Milton who?”

“Come on.”

Raven took his hand and led him in the direction she thought she saw a snake with a head tempting Eve.

She didn’t think it would make an art lover out of Garfield Logan, but it meant a lot to her that he came.

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[niazelki]

BBRae week 2021

Day 2. Poolside

I really don't know how ti draw water yet, but the first try I think I didn't ruined it.

@bbraeweek21

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[roseyartz]

I made a new Bbrae week 2022 list

School AU

Spy AU

Crossovers (tmnt avengers etc)

Meeting the family

Princess AU

Good dad Trigon AU

Batman adopts raven AU and meets Beastboy :)

Evil AU

Red X AU

Beastboy is the new Batman AU

#batmanadoptingravensupermacy #bbraeweek

[bbraeweek20]

BBRae Themes

Here are the themes for the week of Aug 2nd-Aug 8th

August 2nd: Sunrise/Sunset

August 3rd: Old Wounds/Nostalgia

August 4th: AUs/Genderswap

August 5th: Gifts

August 6th: Emotions

August 7th: Domestic Life/Parenthood 

August 8th: Growth

#bbrae #bbraeweek #bbraeweek2020

[shock777archive]

bbrae week 2019 schedule

all of my posts are ready and prepared for bbrae week! They will be debuting here on my blog, each respective day at 10 am Pacific Standard Time. I am going to be quite busy this weekend and following week, and even will be away from home for a while at my friend’s graduation. I’ll be posting my bbrae week pictures in my other galleries on instagram, twitter, facebook, and deviantart probably once im back home from being out of town. So as of now, the only place to see these posts on time are on this blog. My other galleries don’t have a scheduling system as convenient as tumblr, so the other galleries will just have to wait lol 

Anyway, thanks for your cooperation and happy bbrae week! 

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[samarasketch]

BBRae Week Day 7: Wedding Bells 💚💜

And they all lived happily ever after... or at least until the next extreme game battle with Cyborg 🙈

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An update to that one wedding piece I did 3000 years ago. It's so long ago that I'm always surprised when yall are still reblogging it 🙈 Which version of her wedding dress do yall prefer? :)

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[the-lighthouse-lit]

BBRae Week Day 3: Formal

Summary:

“You want the truth? I was just trying to make it last until prom.”

“What?” And here he’d thought Raven was perfectly happy with her super-tall boyfriend.

“I knew it was doomed. I just wanted a proper prom night with a boyfriend. But he couldn’t even do that for me.”

If she was any other girl he’d be touching her shoulder right now. “You wouldn’t have enjoyed prom with a crappy guy anyway,” he said sensibly.

“Maybe,” she replied immediately. “Maybe memory would have smoothed everything over and looking back I would think I enjoyed the night.”

───

[Saturday, 11:32 am. 6 hours and 28 minutes to Prom.]

They were at Raven Roch’s house, and that pissed Gar off beyond words. She was his sworn enemy, and he’d almost made it through all of high school having no idea where she lived—and now he was in her territory.

No one else seemed to care. Dick and Victor were both avoiding his meaningful glances and potent sullenness—Vic was his ride, and Gar lived on the edge of town. He was trapped here until they decided to leave.

Kori, sweet Kori, his piece-of-sunshine friend who Gar would do anything for, was the reason they were here. A day before prom, she was still fretting over which hair accessory to submit to the hairdresser to complete her outfit. They had been hanging out at the mall when it had suddenly occurred to her she needed the opinion of her newest female friend. Hence, to Raven’s house they went. No matter Gar’s protests.

Raven being more or less in Gar’s group of friends was a relatively recent development. She had always been tangentially around them –Vic tutored her in Math and he said she was funny, which, fine, Gar had a low opinion of Vic’s sense of humor anyway; she was on AP Literature with Dick, and he said she was the kind of kid who looked intimidating but was just serious and actually pretty nice to talk to, which Gar would believe when he saw it- but her hanging out with them had only started when Kori had begun to work at that clothing store with her. Kori had attached to Raven fast, and one day Gar had turned around and suddenly Raven was there, among his friends. No one had asked him if he was fine with it.

And he wasn’t! He had good reason to hate her. She’d always been callous and careless—she stomped over people’s feelings like they weren’t real. He’d known her since preschool –not known known her, but she’d always there. They had grown up around each other, and she’d always been like that.

But the real feud had started two years before. They had been on a class trip to the fair. He’d declared he was getting Terra, his crush and almost-girlfriend at the time, the biggest plushy they had. A crowd had gathered as he managed it; it had been a glorious moment, and then Raven had said, as he gave Terra the prize, “A giant chicken. That must be the luckiest girl in the world.” Even Terra had laughed, and it had ruined whatever effect his achievement had had. That had been his first and last chance to impress Terra, who had since moved away. His first love, gone. He’d written two songs about it.

“In this one the colors match the dress better,” Kori was telling Raven. “But this one is so delicate, and a classic.”

Victor and Dick both scrolled through their phones on Raven’s bedroom floor. It was the same deliberation Kori had been stuck with all morning.

Raven sat on her vanity dresser with two fingers cupping her chin. “The teal one,” she stated, so certain Dick looked up to see how it would float with Kori. Raven had offered more certainty in a second than the three boys all morning.

“Really?” Kori returned, eyes wide. “But the silver one…”

“Is a safe choice. And it ages you.”

“It does!?”

Gar was appalled. The roughness of her tone pushed him over the edge. “God, why’d you have to be such a hater? She looks pretty either way.”

The outburst made everyone look at him, given the fact it was first time he spoke all afternoon.

“Excuse me?” returned Raven.

“I’m saying you don’t have to be mean.”

“I’m not,” Raven stated. “I’m trying to help her.”

Kori moved to agree. “Gar, I asked for her opinion, she’s helping me as a friend.”

“She didn’t have to be a jerk about it,” Gar sustained, crossing his arms.

Dick, closest to him, bumped him on the arm, wordlessly telling him to knock it off.

And there, proof the enmity was real and mutual, was how quickly Raven turned to big guns when she said, “I don’t know what your problem is with me, but no one’s forcing you to be here.”

Vic spoke up. “Raven, don’t listen to him, he speaks without thinking, ever.”

Gar was perhaps more offended by Vic’s dismissal than Raven’s affront. “I mean what I said. And I’d leave if I could,” he told Raven. “Vic’s my ride and he’s ignoring me.”

Raven set her questioning gaze on Victor.

Vic offered a tremulous smile. “I’ll just take him home.”

Dick saw them outside, and lingered by the porch door. “Guys, I’m gonna wait for Kori.”

“’Kay. I’m gonna put this baby down for a nap,” replied Vic, and gave Gar a strong hack in the back as they left the premises of the enemy.

Gar didn’t care. One way or another, he was out of Raven’s house, and he counted that as a win.

───

As Vic pulled up before Gar’s door, he said, “Last chance, you’re really not going to our prom?”

“Duh, I’m going to the prom my date’s at,” Gar replied, face brightening at the thought of tonight.

Vic snorted. “Some date,” he muttered, but Gar just closed the car door on him, pretending he hadn’t heard.

He refused to think badly about tonight. Sure, he hadn’t actually asked out his date, or she him; sure, it had been arranged by his new friends from Terrance High, who had finally let him into his group after months of effort in befriending their unofficial leader Terry while they both worked the cinema candy counter; sure, he hadn’t ever seen Angelica before, except once at a distance because she was angry at one of the boys and was keeping away from them where they could still see her.

But a date was a date. He’d rather go to a different school’s prom than show up to his own dateless. In his room, he beamed at the suit hanging on his wardrobe doorand did the check for the hundredth time: suit, shirt, tie, corsage. All ready. He wouldn’t let anything ruin tonight.

───

[Friday, 6pm. 1 hour to Prom.]

Right from the start Gar could tell something was wrong. The Terrance group pre-gamed at a weird sleazy bar-slash-gym called Dark Side Club Gar had never known existed in town before, where Angelica had taken one look at him and her mouth had twisted, and Gar had known she found him disappointing. Now she faced away from him as he awkwardly chatted along with the others, left to wonder what he’d done wrong. Was it his suit? He had gotten it on sale, but could people actually tell? Could girls? Or was it he was a head shorter than her? He also wished he could’ve fixed that, but there was nothing he could do if his promised growth spurt hadn’t happened by the end of high school. Had she changed her mind about him? Had she ever wanted to go to prom with him in the first place? Everyone else seemed to think it was funny, smirking when Gar would talk and Angelica would blank him or talk over him.

After an awkward hangout, destiny was sealed when they left the Club and Angelica suddenly turned to Gar and asked him to get her chips from the convenience store across the street. Gar, eager to please and elated she had acknowledged him, jumped at the request.

He probably did feel the foreboding as he chose the chips and stood in line; there had to be a reason he wouldn’t look out the window while he chatted with the cashier and paid.

When he left the store, the car was gone.

It didn’t surprise him as much as it should have. He had sensed the odd energy,seen the smirks, the runaway glances. He had thought it was odd his date had suddenly talked to him after a night of ignoring him. He wasn’t surprised. Or maybe the big gaping hollowness on his chest didn’t leave room for anything else, surprise included.

Had they planned it from the start? Had it been a spur of the moment cruelty of Angelica’s? It didn’t really matter. It still meant Gar would have a senior prom-shaped hole in his life.

───

He didn’t really mind where his feet took him. He really should have. Because the next time he looked up, his eyes fell on a girl sitting on a bench at the end of the sidewalk. The fact that she was dressed to the nines in a pretty flowy back dress caught his attention first. The fact that he recognized her came second.

Raven had been looking at her phone. If Gar hadn’t made a choked sound in surprise, she might not have seen him. But he did, and she did, and Gar saw her face freeze in a way that must mirror his.Of all people, he thought, it has to be you that sees this.

Raven’s face went through changes he didn’t understand: she looked away, then back at him, did a double take and looked him up and down, only then seeming to notice his suit. “Are you… walking to prom?”

Gar coughed. “I’m… my plans fell through.” He shoved hands in pockets, tried to look nonchalant. “I was going to the Terrance High prom with a group, but…” he shrugged vaguely, having no idea how she’d interpret that. Was he playing he’d lost interest in prom and walked away? He had no idea what his story was. This was too raw for him to pull an act over it.

“Oh? Did you pick a senseless fight with them too?”

And he was too raw to mask the effect of her jab on his face.

“What about you?” he said, to throw the onus on her. “Didn’t you have a boyfriend? Where is he? It’s past seven.”

Gar didn’t immediately understand when her eyes widened in a vulnerable expression he was unprepared to see in her; when she looked down, it hit him. Oh. Oh no. He hadn’t thought he was witnessing someone being actually stood up—he’d thought her date was late.

He had been so focused on her witnessing his embarrassment he hadn’t realized he’d walked into hers.And he thought she was callous.

He decided honesty was the best policy. “Sorry… I said it because I thought you were waiting to be picked up.”

“I am,” she said.

He didn’t know if she was trying to save face or she truly thought her boyfriend might still show up.

“Did you have a fight?” he asked. Why was he trying to comfort Raven Roch?

“No, Michael is…” She paused. Her tone was dry and detached when she completed, “You want the truth? I was just trying to make it last until prom.”

“What?” And here he’d thought Raven was perfectly happy with her super-tall boyfriend.

“I knew it was doomed. I just wanted a proper prom night with a boyfriend. But he couldn’t even do that for me.”

If she was any other girl he’d be touching her shoulder right now. “You wouldn’t have enjoyed prom with a crappy guy anyway,” he said sensibly.

“Maybe,” she replied immediately. “Maybe memory would have smoothed everything over and looking back I would think I enjoyed the night.”

She said that like she’d given it some thought, done the math and concluded a crappy date was better than nothing. Like Angelica was for him. Both of them were two unlucky kids who’d settled for the date they could find for senior prom. He sat next to her on the bench, where he deflated. “So are you gonna wait for him?”

She made a low grumble. “Probably gonna sneak back home. I don’t feel like explaining this to my mom.”

Gar kicked a rock with the point of his shoe for a moment, before he took a deep breath in preparation to say the obvious thing. “Raven. Fuck it. Let’s go to prom.” And he barreled over before her shocked face could deter him. “This is ridiculous, we’re all dressed up, what are we gonna do? Go to bed? Let’s go to prom.”

“With you?” she replied. “And you with me? We can’t stand each other, we’ll have a terrible time.”

“Maybe. Or maybe memory will make you think you were super into me.”

She looked insulted at the thought. He winked, just because. He was elated to see her blush.

She crossed her arms. “I’d rather go to bed.”

“Raven, we’re seniors. This is our last chance to do prom at our school, with our friends, with our classmates. They’re all already there.”

“Says the guy who was perfectly fine going to another school’s prom until recently,” she pointed out.

“Yeah, well, this event has humbled me and shown me the error of my ways, now come on, let’s go.” And he stressed his words by jumping to his feet and daring to pull on her arm. She shook him off immediately. “Look, my tie’s got little birds on it and your dress has those feathery things,” he said, holding up his tie and gesturing to the feather-shaped tulle accents on her dress’ cap sleeves. “It’s fucking fate, dude!”

She focused on his tie. She hadn’t noticed the tiny black birds on a dark green background before. “Why the hell does your tie have birds?”

“It was the cutest thing with animals on it my mom said was still elegant enough for the dress code.” He tucked the tie back in as if to shake her eyes off it. “Look, the tie’s not important, what I’m saying is if we go together, it’ll look right.”

“Great argument. You so convinced me.”

“If you don’t cool it with the sarcasm I’ll just take you at face value and drag you along.”

“How are we gonna get there, genius?” she posed. “We both lost our rides and the school is miles away. And prom started long ago.”

But he acted like she’d said what he wanted to hear. “Ride’s your problem? Cool, I’m calling a cab.”

Raven watched him pull out his phone, mark the number, and put the phone to his ear. He waited for the call to connect with a determined look on his face, and she finally realized he was serious. And, well, Raven had always been a path-of-least-resistance kind of girl. But he would not be getting a cab on prom night.

Gar started when she put her hand over his arm. “Wait. I can get us a ride.”

───

[7:52 pm. Minus 52 minutes to prom.]

Raven’s available ride was her neighbor Azar, who was seventy years old and perfectly willing to help out, but warned the kids she wasn’t used to driving at night and would take it slow and safe. The frenzied teenagers assured her this was fine.

Azar drove so slowly it gave Raven time to regret things ten times over. She was about to say something –anything—something like “This is so dumb,” something that would cast Gar back down to Earth too, something that would make them look at each other and realize they should just go home-, but Gar was on an entirely different wavelength. When Raven looked over at him, he was hard at work trying the car lights in different combinations; the ceiling light, then the ones over each of the back seats, then both, the just the left one. She was about to ask what he was doing when he took out his phone, set it on frontal camera and scooted closer to her side.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m scared you’re gonna push us past the photo booth when we get there, so I’m taking control of the situation.”

He took a picture. Raven had just enough time to see her own floored face staring back at her, next to Gar’s smile with the tooth sticking out. Gar checked the picture with a smile and put his phone back.

“You’re not gonna tell me to smile?” Raven asked.

“Nah. This is more true to life,” he declared.

For some reason, that was strangely heartwarming to her. No one easily accepted her resting bitch face in photos. It was nice to not have to fight someone on this. Raven felt some of her doubt slip away. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

───

Never mind. It was bad.

Why was everyone staring at them? Was it that weird she’d showed up with the class clown? Was everyone wondering where her boyfriend was? Did everyone even know she used to have a boyfriend? Raven had personally made it through high school ignoring ninety percent of her classmates, but kids she’d never talked to were now staring at her like they had strong opinions about her. She wanted to crawl into a hole.

“They’ll stop staring in two minutes,” came Gar’s voice next to her. “Take it from the class clown. People’s attention doesn’t last.”

Maybe it was because they were among their classmates now, but having Gar next to her, whispering to her, made Raven feel… weird. It felt intimate in a way that… wasn’t entirely unwelcome. Maybe it was because she felt they were a team against the rest of them—and she’d never been in a team that included Gar Logan.

Their friends spotted them before Gar and Raven located them. The unlikely couple approached their puzzled friends, and on reaching them, Gar simply said “’Sup. We had a change of heart.”

Kori’s face hardened as she set a knowing gaze on Raven. “Michael?”

“Yep,” said Raven.

“Tell me you’re breaking up with him.”

“Oh yeah. Tomorrow, when he shows up with flowers all apologetic… I’m gonna dump him.”

In turn, Vic crossed his arms at Gar. “The Terrance High losers pulled something on you, didn’t they?”

Gar furrowed his brows at Vic. “Nope, I decided to blow them off.” And before Vic’s anger could reach him, he pulled Raven’s hand. “C’mon, Raven, let’s dance.”

───

Gar was right, people were long done staring as they danced, even though they were a bigger spectacle now: they had come just in time for the slow songs.

“You’re happy we came, right?” Gar asked her.

“Yeah, I am,” she replied sincerely.

His face brightened at the response. “See? Sometimes it’s better to do things than… not do them.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” she stated, with an edge on her voice.

But her sarcasm didn’t rub him the wrong way anymore. He didn’t know why, but he felt he understood her better now. In fact, as she swayed before him with a relaxed look on her face, he struggled to remember why he had ever disliked her.

Gar looked past her head and only then saw the big sign on the wall and remembered the theme of the dance: ‘Date with destiny’.

Huh. He tried very hard not to take in the subtext.

But was it dumb to take this for the big movie ending? To think this might last and, come Monday, they would keep… getting along, at least? Was this just for tonight? Just because he was the only prom date alternative around? Could this keep going? Maybe… evolve?

Raven suddenly cast her eyes down, and Gar internally panicked—had some of what he’d been almost thinking translated into his face? Before he could even process it himself?

She had just shrugged off a bad boyfriend, he reminded himself. It wasn’t the time anyway.

He shouldn’t even be thinking of big what-ifs, but… friendship. Friendship was good enough for him. He didn’t have to know now where this was going. This morning, did he think he would be slow dancing with Raven Roch by the end of the day? Absolutely not. So he didn’t have to know now. He could be in the moment and wait for what the future held.

───

Notes:

*whispers* Enemies to last-minute prom dates 🤩

I know exactly what Gar and Rae are wearing in my mind I just didn't have the time to hunt down reference photos :(

My brain is fried, just enjoy! ❤️

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Update on Prompts

We wanted to share the prompts we have, and continue to ask for more prompts as well. We're announcing a new set of prompt ideas just for this year, too!

First off, here is an edited list of the prompts we have:

Tragedy

Historical AU

Nighttime

Sweets

Vacation/Holidays

Tender moment

Wild passion

Magical Mishap

Partners in Crime/Evil AU

Nostalgia

Social Media

Formal

Ballroom

Breaking up/Making Up

Love Languages

Meet the Family

Children/Pregnancy

Movie Nights

Crossovers AU (Hogwarts/Avengers/Etc)

Secrets

Gender Bending/Trans and Gender Identity

A few prompts were changed and/or combined, such as Pirate and Western AUs were combined and made “Historical AU,” Couple YouTube Channel is “Social Media” and so on. The idea is to make sure all prompts have some angle for anyone to approach. Also the standard “Rule 63” prompt was changed to also be more inclusive, while still allowing traditional fandom shenanigans.

This leaves us with 21 prompts so far. We will probably do two prompts a day from this list, taking the top 14 once voting happens. Prompt submissions will be accepted until Sunday, January 30th, so please continue to submit them as needed.

Secondly

We are going to introduce Dialogue Prompts. This will also be open to voting and the top seven will be selected. While us mods will have a few of our own, submissions will be great. If you don’t know what those are, they are a single to a few lines of dialogue that would be included in the work or just inspire it. An example would be:

Person A: It’s dark in here

Person B: Don’t worry dude I got this

Person B: *Stomps their feet*

Person B: *Skechers light up*

Or something like:

“What do you need me for?”

“For better or worse.”

“Give me a kiss, you beautiful idiot.”

In the former, You can pick who says what, whether it’s Beast Boy, Raven or a third/fourth person, or keep it as above, and let the prompted make that call. It would be best to keep dialogue prompts under six lines but that’s not a hard and fast rule. For the second type, keep it more open, again as shown.

You can send them as an ask, tag us in a post with a prompt you want to include, or submit a post to our submission box.

So that’s everything to update to you guys so far.

We’re so excited to see what more prompts come about, and what is the final prompt list after the voting concludes.

Thank you for your presence and enthusiasm!!

#bbrae #bbraeweek #bbraeweek2020