Megatron : *leaves the decepticons for 15 years and begins his redemption arc to atone for the crimes he had done in the past*

What the "evil" Decepticons that served under him are doing nowadays :

Yes I know the Soundwave and Shockwave ones are storyboard but I still say it counts.

I find it funny how the minute Megatron left all the decepticons became soft, now they're just out doing whatever they want and just being silly.

It'd be pretty interesting to see some geniunely bad decepticons again maybe they'll arrive from space? Scourge? scorponok? Tarn? Overlord? Because the main decepticons seemed to have given up their old ways, the entire decepticon high command got a seemingly redemption. So if they do come back I wish they won't give Overlord or Tarn a redemption because some villains are just better off as bad, especially Overlord.

Cyclonus I can accept for a redemption arc, I loved his story arc in the lost light, I heard a rumor the mercenaries would be in s2 not sure of the validity of that, but if soundblaster could arrive, someone like jhiaxus could also be interesting

Since requests say open

Can I get knockout and Shockwave with werewolf reader (not the transforms only on a full moon kind but the basically always able to transform, also not very scary just fluffy creature)

A/N: I basically went with the twilight type of werewolf (or at least what I remember of them), because that’s the only “fluffy, not very scary” one I can think of, also they’re biiiiiig. The reader is their partner/s/o so they’ve got a romantic relationship

~Shockwave~

•Shockwave is probably more interested in the whole werewolf thing on a biological/scientific level

•If you let him, he’d like to scan you, take blood samples, and other stuff like that

•He’s just interested in how the whole transformation thing works for you, because the mechanics of it seem way different than for his kind

•You sometimes sleep in the lab, just on some counter, in your wolf form

•Shockwave is aware that humans pet dogs, and the dogs enjoy it, so he’s wondering if the same would apply to you

•So one time you’re asleep, he starts giving you some scratches behind your ear

•You seem to quite enjoy it, and he’s absolutely enamored with how happy you seem to be when he pets you

•He doesn’t really do it often, because he doesn’t think it’s necessary or a thing you would need, but he does still think it’s nice 

•Shockwave thinks it’s odd that you don’t seem to match much of the lore he ends up reading about, because you’re very much a real thing

•You explain to him that most people don’t actually think werewolves are real and that most of the stuff online is just flat-out fanfiction

•Shockwave learns that he shouldn’t believe everything that’s on the internet

•Because he asks some very weird and uncomfortable questions based on his online research

•You’re just like “No, no no no, no no, no nope”

•Shockwave doesn’t really see you as a normal human, though you’re the only human he knows so he doesn’t really have a benchmark for a “normal human”

•He thinks of you as a werewolf, which you’re not offended by, because that’s what you are

~Knockout~

•The first time you transformed into a wolf in front of him, he was pretty freaked out

•In his (very loud) words “How the scrap did you turn into a dog?!”

•You walk up to him and bark at him playfully, and he thinks you’re the cutest thing ever

•Then he just basically starts baby-talking to you, because “puppy!”

•You of course can’t answer, because wolves can’t talk, even in the case of werewolves

•It’s honestly a bit weird, because if you showed a human this side of you, they would run away screaming, but Knockout’s reaction is “puppy” because you’re basically the size of a normal dog for him

•There’s a sort of “magic aspect” to this that your clothes become a part of you during the transformation, so you’re clothed when you turn back

•He of course has a ton of questions, main ones being “What?” and “How?”

•You’ve been werewolf since birth, but the traits only started presenting themselves when you were about 15

•You mostly find the “puppy” comment to be funny, but it ends up becoming a pet name that Knockout uses for you all the time

•It grows on you, but you weren’t that fond of the name at first

•You have to transform every once in a while, or you start getting this itchy kind of feeling and it starts driving your crazy

•You also just like running in the woods and feeling free so Knockout bridges you to places around the world where you can run

•Sometimes you like sleeping on Knockout’s chest or lap, and he likes to pet you, which you enjoy as well

Brat Tamer Kuroo x Submissive fem! Reader

Content : teasing, unprotected sex, restraints, light bondage (kuroo's fluffy handcuffs), gratuitous pet names (princess, good girl, etc) Thanks : @sluttyshima for being my muse and @c-qcat for beta reading! WC : 1.1k

"You can kiss me, you know."

It was such an innocuous phrase, but coming from his lips dripped with sin. Honey-thick and just as sweet as he purred in your ear. The cruelty of it not lost on you because you couldn't kiss him. 

Not with the way your wrists were tied in those stupid fuzzy handcuffs, not with his weight pinning you down. He smirked, lingering just outside of your range. "What's wrong, kitten?" His tone was smooth and laced with a teasing lilt that made your pussy throb with need. 

Long fingers traced up your thighs, squeezing the plush at the very top of them, barely grazing your soaking heat. You needed more. Fuck, you needed anything. But Tetsurou had you just where he wanted you: completely at his mercy. 

"No? No kisses for me, then." He tsked. "Guess I'll have to take matters into my own hands, eh?"

He grabbed your jaw gently –  the hand still on your thigh slowly inching upwards, knuckles grazing your clit – and turned your head to the side. Soft lips gently pressed into the corner of your mouth, and you whined. 

"You're not being fair!" you said, petulant.

"That's the point, princess." 

Before you could manage a retort, he pinched your clit, rolling it between his fingers to make you yelp and moan. It was too much at once after all of his teasing. Teasing which seemed unlikely to let up anytime soon. Teasing which set your body ablaze with need and longing, the little touches he’d gifted you doing next to nothing to quench the sweltering ache in your core.

He kissed your jaw, next, halting the movement on your clit, but keeping your little pearl held safely between the pads of his fingers. You wanted to rock your hips, to do anything for some relief, but you knew that any motion from you would only prolong the agony. 

Tingles raced up your spine as his lips parted on your throat, sharp teeth grazing your pebbled skin. Another tease. Next your shoulder, then the uppermost swell of your breast. You jolted when his teeth touched your sensitive nipple, and you were about to complain again when he rolled your clit once more.

At the same time, he sealed his mouth around your sweet bud, suckling on the tender flesh and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Shockwaves of pleasure raced down your body making you moan, keening for him in the way that he adored – in the way that only you could.

The relief lasted only a moment; he was content to continue his assault down your body. Small kisses and grazes all the way down to your thigh, only pinching or playing with your clit when he knew you were about to argue or say something smart. Leaving you to do little more than gasp, and sigh, and whimper, and moan. Just how he liked it.

Only once he began moving up the other side of your body did you finally utter a broken "please."

"Please what?"

"Please, kiss me. Touch me. Fuck me. Anything."

"Hmmmm…." He pulled away completely, and you already missed the warmth of his touch. "Maybe I could be nice this once. Will you behave? Be good for me?”

You nodded frantically, the chains on those cuffs jingling with the movement. 

"Mmm you are a good girl." You savored in his warmth as he leaned forward to release your restraints. Thankful for his sturdiness, you fell forward into his waiting arms. Tetsurou gently laid you down beneath him, and it was only then did you realize how hard he was. How thick and heavy his cock was against your thigh as he finally kissed you.

His mouth was hot, tongue lapping behind your teeth to taste you and swallow your sweet moans while he ran his cockhead up and down your soaking cunt. Collecting your arousal and spreading it over himself, catching on your clit. 

His kisses grew sloppier, and you realized that he'd been depriving himself just as much as you. The way he took his time to lubricate himself belied none of his built up need, but the fire on his tongue spoke otherwise. He barely gave you a moment to breathe, and then he gave one hard thrust to bully his cock into your core. 

This was what you needed, and Tetsurou gave no pause in his ministrations while he set a brutal pace. His hips slapping against yours, the wet sounds of his tongue now lapping at your nipple while one hand played with the other, his unoccupied fingers lowering to roll your pearl in slow circles were all things that brought you right to the edge so much faster than you wanted.

And then he bit you. Teeth sinking into the softness around your nipple, his thrusts speeding up, needy, desperate. His groans vibrated against your skin as you fell over the edge of ecstacy. 

Your orgasm hit you hard, after so much build up, and Tetsurou kept you going for as long as he could until you were pleading with him to give you a break. He had other plans, though, grabbing you firmly by your hips and turning you over onto your stomach. He only gave you a quick reprieve before slamming back into you and fucking you even harder than before. 

Strong hands lifted your hips, then one slid up your spine to push your head down into the pillow. The new angle made him hammer into your sweet spot relentlessly and caused you to be so overwhelmed with pleasure that your eyes rolled back. 

“Such a good baby,” his voice was low and gruff, strained with the ferocity with which he slammed into you, “taking my cock, not even complaining about me teasing you- fuck.” he huffed the last word, and arched over you, kissing your spine. “So… tight. Fuck I’m not gonna last.”

You managed a soft noise, muffled by the plush fabric, and Tetsurou removed the hand from your head in favor of rubbing at your sweet little clit. He needed you to cum at least once more, it was only fair after all of that teasing. “Please, baby, need-” he cut himself off with a long groan, “need you to -” but before he could finish you were throwing your head back, crying loudly into open air as your second orgasm hit you harder than the first. 

“T-Tet-Tetsurou!” your shout of his name and the feeling of your soft, tight cunt spasming around him sent him over the precipice and he came right after, digging his teeth into the soft plush of your shoulder. His cum was hot and gushed out around the base of his dick, spilling down the backs of your thighs as he huffed and gently pulled out of you. 

“Such a good girl. You ready for more or do you need a minute?”

I’m gonna be honest, I’m falling a little out of love for EarthSpark because of the last batch of episodes. Part of it is the same reason I didn’t like Cyberverse: the absolutely crap pacing and decision making.

Now EarthSpark did start off well enough, I think the first two episodes remain my favorites because it sets the tone and world up pretty nicely. After that it starts getting … messy. Nitpicks abound! As much as I do enjoy the Terrans, Thrash remains the forgettable one to me. He’s just kinda there and has nothing really to do. He gets overshadowed by his siblings being more memorably quirky (Hashtag and Twitch) or having their own arcs (Nightshade and Jawbreaker). Thrash being the somewhat immature, lackadaisical, older brother IS fine, I just wish he had something to help stand out more.

Megatron’s redemptive antihero role is pry the best it’s been written. Not even Roberts, who ushered it in, really handled it that well since it was somewhat forced and skewed into Twitter/Tumblr stereotypes. Imma be blunt: Cyberverse didn’t even try when they did it. The staff patted themselves on the back for a repenting Megs, but didn’t even bother explaining it in-show, instead giving a lengthy explanation on TWITTER. Stuff like “Oh Bisk got arrested because he beat up another Transformer he lost to at a space video game event” is harmless fluff, describing a major component of what your story is trying to do meanwhile is just mind bogglingly horrendous. Not helped is despite this, Megatron is still torturing Autobots, smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick, which runs counter to him having changed upon seeing his worse Robo-Robotnik counterpart. But CV Megatron was still his more traditional villainous self intentional or not, and I do think ES trying to keep Megatron as a heroic character is hurting the overall series. Transformers has a huge villain problem currently, and it’s only gotten worse with modern media trying to make all the Decepticons sympathetic. EarthSpark, the longer it went on, really seems confused as to what role the Decepticons are supposed to have. Are they still trying to cause trouble, are they just trying to survive, were guys like Breakdown simply on the wrong team in the first place? It’s all very muddled, and I NEVER liked the idea that the Decepticons are just slightly more irritable Autobots because you loose the franchise’s defining good vs evil dynamic that’s helped keep the thing going this long. Even stuff like Superlink, RiD15, and the G1 cartoon make it clear the Decepticons are stubborn and refuse to give up to prove a point. They WILL conquer the galaxy, dammit. And stuff like EarthSpark is just… taking the fight out of them. Which gets to my next nitpick…

So the Decepticons, understandably, are locked up by GHOST for their crimes, and the humans are trying to study them/torture them to make weapons. Naturally, the already angry robots would be pushed to the brink, want to escape the fleshies’ grasp, and lay down the pain similar to Dreamwave and Bay, and while we do see a bit of this, at the end the Decepticons just decide they’re suddenly friends with the Maltos? Something here feels very rushed, along with Shockwave also suddenly wanting to be pals after initially finding the Terrans disgusting. The pacing here is just odd, and a deleted scene shows Shockwave petting Fluffy Ears after he was just about to turn her into hamburger meat a moment before. It’s funny out of context, but it still doesn’t make sense. It skews uncomfortably into Diamond territory for me, where I get the logic, but how they got there doesn’t work (at least for me). You CAN have redemption stuff, heck Decepticon like robots like DragoBurst from Daigunder came around, but they, for the most part, properly built up to this. The Decepticons being “good” feels like a split second decision that had no real pay off. Because again, in the past, if the Decepticons helped the Autobots, it was an enemy of my enemy/Earth is where we keep our stuff thing, and they’d go right back to trying to destroying it once the third party was dealt with.

And I feel like EarthSpark may have had some internal problems with the story. How much of this was Nick not being cooperative ala Rise of the TMNT or just genuinely bad planning I’m not sure. The biggest issue for me was Ravage, and, to an extent, Starscream too. Early on they had Screamer, Wave and Ravage concocting a scheme by letting the dog-cougar cassette out into GHOST to snoop around, Starscream laughing evilly with his glowing red eyes. Inexplicably, Starscream’s eyes are blue, even in flashbacks, which has confused a lot of people, and the show doesn’t address this. A characters’ eyes turning red to accentuate a point isn’t a new thing in animation, but I don’t think that’s what this was…? I was assuming it was Allspark Affinity, but I don’t think it’s that either. More than likely him having blue eyes is meant to show he’s a good boy deep in his shell, similar to IDW’s “true inner Starscream” thing. …However, and this comes back to Ravage, Starscream was originally planning to sic Shockwave on Megatron for what amounts to the usual petty revenge on Starscream’s part. Ravage was sent out to get the remote that controlled Shockwave’s stasis pod, but this scene was cut entirely, instead explaining Shockwave’s escape as simply poor upkeep on his pod. The scene was cut for time, but … WHY? There was surely a better means to incorporate Ravage snooping around instead of just turning it into a dropped sub plot. The show attempts to course correct by suggesting via Swindle this was an attempt at a prison break until Hashtag and Mandroid initiated it instead, but Ravage is unaccounted for. I’m assuming this was a plot point that was debated on, as the official guide book INSTEAD says that Soundwave had Ravage snoop around for info on the Allspark due to an agreement they had with Prime and Megs when they got arrested. It feels like they just couldn’t decide on what to do, and chose neither, and while they could have Ravage later reappear and go “Hey guys I found the Allspark’s location and a whole bunch of ancient Cybertron relics on GHOST’s computers!” in S2, that’s fine, but I don’t trust the writers atm to do so…

There’s also turning Starscream into a trauma victim. Again sort of that Steven Universe/fandom mentality made canon thing that bothers me, BUT I completely get what they were going for. The problem for me is that even in the 80’s, Starscream’s constant beatdowns were played for laughs, and frankly a lot of the time Starscream had it coming in the first place. Starscream may have had more common sense than Megatron, but he was also driven by his pride, ego and his comedic sense of self preservation. Starscream also would bite off more than he could chew by messing with relics like the Enigma of Combination, Omega Lock and the Underbase, usually destroying himself in his quest for godhood to simply one up Megatron and show how much better he is at being evil and/or just being a petty glitch. So to play the dynamic straight and make Starscream more of a domestic abuse victim feels… wrong, especially when I’ve seen plenty of Megscreamer ship art of the G1 and Prime versions that suggests… a bit of hypocrisy in the name of a ship. I think Micron Legend Starscream handled the idea the best, though there Screamer was more a young warrior looking for approval, but Megatron thought he was weak and selfish, and the two would fight, but it was more of a anime warrior’s honor kind of way and not the more slapstick marriage falling apart way G1 and other shows did it. I do like Starscream becoming friends with Hashtag, reminds me a bit of ML Starscream becoming friends with Alexis, and I think that’s handled well enough. At the very least Micron Legend shows what EarthSpark wants to do with Starscream CAN work, it just needs a bit more fine tuning to make sense, and I feel internal decisions saw the clearly G1 and Prime inspired Starscream hugely rushed into a role he’s not ready for or arguably suited for. It’s a similar problem I had with Donald Duck in DuckTales 17: he’s barely in the show, clearly has a chip on his shoulder over Scrooge’s role in Della’s disappearance, and off screen he just sorta changed his mind and is suddenly wanting to help Scrooge. I get that part of his decision was influenced by how it was affecting the boys, but I never liked how we never saw Donald change, he just … does.

Mandroid’s descent into villainy is also rushed. Starts off well enough and him Roboticizing himself into a monster by the end makes sense, but it feels like some steps were skipped to get there, which was the same problem I had with IDW Megatron going on this big quest off screen we never saw. Also, a plot point is the Terrans don’t actually use Energon, and instead power up with Emberstone blessed Earth water… but there’s a few instances that contradict this, such as Mandroid’s Doomsday Project that shouldn’t affect the Terrans at all, but it… does anyway. Like… what? Also Mandroid and Alex knowing each other doesn’t appear to be addressed either. Especially notable when Mandroid went out of his way to AVOID killing him, only to not have this qualm anymore. It feels like a step was skipped, I get Mandroid is too far gone but even that was a huge leap in context.

Not a big deal, but do the Sharkticons Transform? Their design seems to skew to Terrorcon Rippersnapper, RiD15 Hammerstrike, and the Street Sharks style Sharkticons of Cyberverse, but I never liked how the later didn’t Transform into a robot or a speedboat or something. I get Mode Attachment, but even guys like RiD15 Grimlock and IDW Leviathan walked around in Robot Mode once in awhile.

Similarly, Jawbreaker scanned an actual fossil to get his Beast Mode, but doing so was new to Grimlock… who has a dinosaur Beast Mode which has left fans puzzled. Fans theorize Grimlock may have scanned a toy of a picture, similar to Nightshade, or that Wheeljack helped reformat the Dynobots into Dinobots as a G1 nod. However a stylized flashback shows Grimlock in Beast Mode on Cybertron, which makes me think in RiD15 terms that Grimlock may have already BEEN a dinosaur, just a “space” one. Though that runs contrary to the discussion how alt modes can help define a Transformer, and Grimlock is shown to be reluctant in the current era to Transform, as he can’t quite control his Beast Mode due to anger and PTSD caused by Mandroid. I never liked FOC’s Hulk like take on Grimlock though, and seeing that be an influence here kinda sours Big Grim for me, especially since my favorite incarnations, G1 toon and RiD15, LOVE being dinosaurs. Grimlock is still handled well otherwise though.

A lot of modern shows like this I’ve noticed have this out of balance tone where they can’t decide what they should be. It’s either super weird and cutesy or hard core darkness and angst. The one time I’ve seen this handled well was Bomberman Jetterz of all things, and that’s a kids anime about a little bomb throwing goofball that was never brought over here. It organically builds up to its darker elements, while the show starts off fairly goofy and weird it still lightly explores some things early on like Mighty’s sense of self and successfully builds on it.

Also Nightshade. Oh poor Nightshade. They continue to be the punching bag and poster child for some why this show is bad because it has The Gay TM. I do think kids can handle the concept of being gay, and I think kids can understand to some degree why a person would choose not to identify as either gender. But I also understand why parents don’t want to have such a conversation and there’s a time and place for this sort of thing, especially in kids media. (Blue’s Clues’ Pride parade animation was well intentioned but a little too… much for preschoolers. Same sex couples, sure, the nitty gritty stuff beyond that, not as much… And I say that knowing an older lesbian couple in college who thought what Adventure Time was doing with PB and Marcy was inappropriate for kids). Nightshade has more stuff going on besides their gender, but those stirring up trouble and even the owl’s supporters tend to ONLY focus on their being non-binary, which isn’t helping. The show only focused on it twice, and I think the first time was enough to set the tone. Optimus wasn’t sure if Nightshade was a boy or girl, NS and Moe clarified they/them, and Optimus warmly accepted, and that’s really all you needed for a children’s. Easy to understand for the target audience. The show then has Nightshade learn the definition of being non-binary by a human teen they help out and become friends with. The scene is fine, but I think it’s a tad over-explained keeping in mind the target audience. It also feels like an artifact of the original intention that was scrapped. In the planning stage, Nightshade simply identified as Terran because gender wasn’t important to their identity as a robotic being. Keeping it simple for the kids at home, as well as for those who might feel like Nightshade where they can go “I’m a Terran!” The official guide book also goes with this explanation. With Nightshade then learning about being NB from Sam makes a little more sense with this older concept in mind, but I think a simpler “Thanks for the save, uh…. I wanna say mister…?” “Oh I’m a they/them! Nightshade the Terran, at your service~!” “No way, I’m they/them too! I’m Sam!” “Ooo, delightful! Oh do you like the Winged Sentinel too?” “Do I? I run a big fan blog about it and Changaliens!” “-Nightshade Transforms and makes happy owl noises-“ sorta thing. At the very least, that’s been my experience being reintroduced to a friend that’s now trans or NB. “Oh you’re a dude now? Sweet! So what’d you think of the latest Digimon episode?” is a typical exchange. Unfortunately no matter of simplifying it is going to keep people from disliking the character as being a form of “indoctrination”, and I worry that’s affected the availability of the toy. I’ve seen people show they have Nightshade’s toy, but locally I’ve not seen Nightshade’s toy at all, and I wonder if controversy has led to stores refusing to carry it. That being said I’ve not seen the Arcee or Hashtag finger puppet toys, the Deluxe Grimlock or the Twitch One Step Changer, but I have seen Shockwave and Jawbreaker, and they went quickly, and as of typing weren’t restocked. So could be crap distribution again, but I can’t help but worry the toy is functionally “banned”. I may not be NB, but I do jive with Nightshade being a reclusive, yet happy go lucky nerd. I enjoy their swagger too, something I wish I had, so there’s plenty to like on top of them having a owl beast mode. I was a Beast Wars kid so Beast Modes rule, man.

Anyhow, going back to another point, this is why I like RiD15 so much. It knew what it wanted to be, a mostly low stakes action comedy, and even when it leaned a bit into darkness, it still felt tonally correct with the show. Here we have a wacky episode about an Energon parasite possessed bear, and then they jump into heavy handed discussions of racism, violence and post apocalyptic disaster the next. That’s not organic, that’s just being indecisive on the tone of your show. It’s this awkward trend of trying to make your kids cartoon into a mature, sophisticated thing, but no one has the patience or finesse to pull it off anymore and it drives me nuts. And I don’t think kids care for it either. The age range for EarthSpark I spoke to are watching the Super Mario movie, classic cartoons and older Disney movies (a lot of them, especially boys, were into Princess & The Frog and Moana in particular as it happens) when it comes to western animation. Last time I saw kids interested in Transformers was Prime, Rescue Bots, RiD15 and Bumblebee. Outside of RotB, I don’t think recent stuff has been doing it for kids, as I haven’t found any kids hugging an EarthSpark Bumblebee like their life depended on it like I did with RiD15 Bee.

I want to be clear I still like EarthSpark, and I like a lot of the characters like Alex, Mo, Jawbreaker, Bumblebee, Frenzy and Nightshade, but the cracks have been starting to show and grow larger. 26 episodes and the end goal still felt very rushed as if they thought this would be like a long running anime and didn’t utilize their time the best, and with the current strikes as of typing, I fear that’s not gonna bode well for season 2’s production either. I am very skeptical atm we get a S3, so I hope they were more careful in crafting the next phase of the story. A second season was greenlit when the first season was still being worked on, so it seems odd to me they still felt the need to rush through things as if they didn’t have time. Maybe they didn’t due to other factors? Still I hope for the best, but I’m not as exited as I once was, and a possible Prime style Relic Hunt potentially being next makes me concerned…

thinkin bout him (cut earthspark scene where shockwave pets fluffy ears)

it's always been you

Pairing: Bestfriend!Bucky x female!reader

Summary: Sharing a bed with your best friend ends up being the start of your forever.

Warnings: pet names: sweets, bestfriend!Bucky is a sweetheart, fluffy cuteness, smut; oral (f receiving), L bombs. This blog is 18+ only. MINORS DNI.

Author's note: Once again we have another Bucky being the softest guy in the world - I can’t help it okay! (word count: 1.8k)

"We've shared a bed before, sweets," Bucky huffs, "if Jim has a problem with that then that's just too bad."

You roll your eyes as you pull the covers back to crawl into bed, "first off, it's John, and second I know we've shared a bed before but it seems different when I'm seeing someone."

"I’d hardly call it “seeing someone”. You guys have been on what, two dates? And, you said he was still sleeping with other people!”

“Just drop it, please?”

Bucky’s face softens at your words, “come on, sweets. We've been friends for years, we’ve been coming to my parent's cabin every summer since we were 13, we can share a bed with no funny business going on," he winks, slipping in next to you, “unless, of course, you want the funny business.”

You smack him in the face with one of the throw pillows as he starts to laugh, “in your dreams, Barnes,” you mumble.

In reality, it was in your dreams. Yes, you had begun dating but that was only because you couldn’t bear to keep getting your heart shattered by your best friend who you had been in love with for god knows how long. You knew nothing was going to come out of dating John. If you were being honest with yourself you didn’t even like him that much, he was just a distraction.

“So what did he say when he told you he was still sleeping with other people?” Bucky asks, rolling onto his side to face you. The soft golden light from the bedside lamp casts a warm glow across the both of you.

You sigh, “he said that I shouldn’t take it personally and that he didn’t want to ‘put his dick in one basket’,” you quote, before hitting Bucky’s arm, “it’s not funny, Bucky!”

“It is a little, sweets,” he chuckles, entwining your fingers so you can’t punch him again, “the funniest part is that you said you’d go out with him again.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t exactly have a line of people to choose from,” you grumble, your eyes glancing to your joined hands, holding back a sigh as Bucky’s thumb rubs against your hand.

“Doesn’t mean you should settle for some asshole that doesn’t appreciate you,” Bucky whispers, his hand coming up and brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “If I was him, it wouldn’t take more than one date for me to know you were it for me. If he can’t see that now, he never will and he’s a fucking idiot.”

“Maybe I should date you instead,” you chuckle weakly, trying to mask how much you truly mean it.

“We’d make a hot couple,” Bucky grins, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on your forehead, “get some sleep, got a busy day tomorrow.”

You lay silent as the touch of his lips lingers on your skin, “night Buck,” you whisper as he rolls over and turns the light off. In the darkness, you blink back the tears that threaten to spill over. You turn onto your other side, closing your eyes and falling asleep to dreams of the man lying next to you.

“You taste so good, fuck,” Bucky hums, the vibrations from his voice sending another shockwave of pleasure through your veins.

His tongue laps at you with the vigour of a starved man as you grind your hips against his face.

“Fuck, feels so good,” you whimper, broken sobs escaping your lips, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer if that was even possible.

Chants of ‘yes’ fall rhythmically from your lips as you edge closer and closer to the edge. Your toes curl and muscles tighten at the impending wave of pleasure.

“Bucky, fuck!”

“You dreamin’ about me, sweets?”

Your eyes shoot open. Bucky’s voice is gruff and laced with sleep, his breath tickling the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as his hand slowly rubs back and forth against your bare thigh.

“You were making the sweetest noises, tell me what you were dreaming of,” he murmurs against your neck, his lips lingering against your skin.

“Bucky,” you whimper, hips pushing back involuntarily, letting you feel how hard he is which has you choking on a gasp.

His hand slides up your thigh to grip your hips as he grinds into you a little harder, “what were you dreaming of, sweets?”

The low timbre of his voice has you clenching around nothing. His fingers have a tight hold on your hip and you can’t wait to see the marks he leaves. It’s now or never, you think. There’s no way you can talk yourself out of this.

“Was dreaming of you,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” he asks, his fingertips slowly dragging up from your hip, trailing under your top, “what was I doing?”

“Bucky, please,” you mewl, hoping he’d get the idea without you having to say it.

His fingers pause just under your breast, stroking your skin softly, just enough to drive you crazy.

“Come on, sweets. You can tell me.”

You can’t believe he’s going to make you say it.

“You were, um, you were eating me out,” you rush, heat warming your cheeks as you turn your head to bury it in the pillow.

“Is that what you want?”

His question isn’t what you expect but you still can’t bring yourself to look at him. His hand leaves your skin and you mourn the loss of his touch, your eyes scrunching shut at the thought that you’ve ruined everything.

You feel Bucky shift slightly behind you before he’s pulling on your shoulder slightly to roll you onto your back. You keep your eyes closed, unable to look at him.

“Is that what you want, sweets?” he asks again, his hand cupping your cheek softly, “because it’s what I want.”

His admission has your eyes shooting open and your first look at him since you woke up steals your breath. The soft early morning light filters through the crack in the curtains, illuminating his face with the warm glow of a new day on the horizon. But it’s his eyes that captivate you. The soft blue you’re used to is now darker, more lustful. And it has your need growing.

“You want me?” you ask meekly, not quite believing his words.

Bucky breathes out a soft laugh moving to hover over you, your thighs spreading to allow him to slot between them without a second thought.

“Sweets, it’s always been you,” he whispers, his nose brushing against yours. “Who am I always talking about? You,” he kisses your cheek, “who am I always thinking about? You,” he kisses your other cheek, “who have I been in love with since we were 13?”

Your eyes widen as he pulls back slightly, his eyes glancing to your lips before he’s looking at you with a look full of vulnerability, “you, sweets. It’s always been you.”

You’re used to second-guessing your decisions. But the decision to tangle your fingers in Bucky’s hair and pull his lips to yours is something you’ve never been more sure of.

The moment your lips connect it’s like the final puzzle piece falls into place. It’s like you finally understand every cliche you’ve ever heard about love: there are fireworks and violins, your heart skips a beat and time seems to stop. It’s better than you could have ever imagined.

“Why did you never say anything before?” you question, breathlessly.

Bucky’s lips are soft against yours, taking his time to taste you. He kisses you until there’s no oxygen left in your lungs and when he pulls away he has the sweetest smile on his lips.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

“Because I’m a coward,” he chuckles, leaning down to paint kisses against your jaw, “because you’re my best friend and having you in my life is the most important thing in the world and I didn’t want to do anything to ruin that.”

“Bucky,” you sigh as he trails kisses down your throat, focusing on a particular spot that has your breath hitching.

“You gonna let me eat your pussy, sweets? See if I can live up to your dreams?” Bucky smirks against your neck.

You chuckle, tugging slightly on his hair, “you’re such a dick.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Bucky murmurs, starting his descent down your body. His hands brush against the back of your thighs as he pushes them towards your chest, “fuck, sweets. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

He looks up at you with pure adoration in his eyes before kissing you with a ferocity you weren’t expecting. It’s a clash of teeth and tongues as you both tear at each other's clothes.

You expected to feel awkward laying bare underneath him but the way he was looking at you, taking in every curve, every imperfection, makes you feel like a goddess.

You’re already so pent up, from the orgasm you were pulled away from in your dream you haven’t got it in you to be teased.

“Bucky, please,” you whine.

“So needy, sweets,” he smirks, kissing your thighs, and ghosting his lips over where you need him the most.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging him closer to your core. Bucky chuckles slightly before diving in.

The first swipe of his tongue has a broken moan escaping you. He licks broad stripes from your hole to your clit, savouring the taste of you on his tongue, humming in satisfaction as he doesn't miss a drop.

“You taste so fucking good,” Bucky growls, his voice vibrating against your sensitive core.

When you feel two fingers push into you slowly you know it’s game over. It takes him no time at all to find the spot that has you seeing stars. Your hips begin grinding down on his fingers, broken sobs falling from your lips as you chase your high.

“Look at you, sweets,” Bucky gushes, his eyes boring into yours. The mixture of love and lust in his eyes shoots sparks throughout your body. You’ve never felt more adored or sexier in your entire life.

You moan as he curls his fingers just right, throwing your head back in pleasure, “please don’t stop.”

You miss the smirk on Bucky’s face before he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, hard. Your thighs tense, as pleasure courses through your body. Your fingers tighten as you ride the wave of your orgasm, Bucky’s tongue and fingers moving languidly as you come down, only pulling away when you shove at his head slightly from overstimulation.

Bucky kisses and nibbles his way back up your body, soft sighs coming from you at the amount of contentment you feel.

“Hey sweets,” Bucky grins, brushing his nose against yours.

“Hey you,” you smile back, leaning up to kiss him slowly, “I love you too, by the way.”

Bucky smiles against your lips, “well thank god for that.”

By the time the sun has fully risen the two of you are tangled in the sheets, breathless and happy. Bucky’s head rests on your slightly sweaty chest as your fingers stroke through his hair.

“Always been you, Bucky,” you whisper.

“Always been you, sweets,” he smiles, kissing over your heart.

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late common room nights

ron weasley x fem!gryffindor!reader

summary: after hermione and harry leave the common room to go to bed, you and ron have to find something to keep yourselves... entertained

word count: 1.9k

warnings: first of all that summary is ass but, unprotected sex (DONT FORGET TO WRAP IT BEFORE U TAP IT), uh fingering?, RON IS A CONSENT KING, this was also my first smut so don’t expect anything amazing 😭, uhm underage drinking, lowkey an innocence kink, exhibitionism, and c*rmac again

“guys, ‘m out m’tired.” harry spoke, getting up from his seated place on the common room floor and stretching out his arms.

“me too, ‘ve got a new book to catch up on” she says, slowly walking over to the girls dormitory tiredly from the long school day.

“night y/n, night ron.” harry says, before making his way to the boys dormitory.

“so, ronald, what do we do now?” a smirk grazes your lips with an arched brow, chuckling a bit at the end of your sentence.

“oi! stop calling me that!” the boy basically cried out, grabbing a fluffy pillow from the vermillion couch throwing it at your chuckling body.

you catch it with ease shoving behind you, thinking of something to do with your best friend.

“how about.... 21 questions?” proposing your idea whilst pursing your lips, looking at the boy again with narrowed eyes.

“alright, darling. you first.” his voice lacing with an amused tone at your proposal, leaning back on his hands that laid comfortably on the mahogany floor meanwhile sitting across from you.

“ok...” your voice slightly trembling in nerves, whilst wringing your fingers together. “whats your favourite colour?” your voice swift, his ears barely catching the question. having a small internal battle with yourself for chickening out from your original question.

“navy blue..., what’s your favourite memory?” his sentence pausing in the middle, attempting to maintain eye contact with his azure irises.

not bad, you quickly thought while trying to think of another question. a chortle falls from your lips thinking of the amusing memory, “that one unsupervised quidditch match when i was knocked off m’broom and broke my foot”

“the one where i had to bring you to pomfrey at two in the morning and serve a months detention for being out past curfew.” you both reminisce at the memory.

as the night progressed the both of you passed around the fire-whisky the questions got bolder, and to say the least dirtier.

“okay... okay...” giggle escapes you, the alcohol clearly in your system. ron chuckles at your disgruntled face, leaning closer to your face wiggling his eyebrows.

“have you ever like... done it?” a tinge of awkwardness runs rapidly throughout the room, you giggle again nervously taking another swig of fire whisky.

“it..?” he looks at you cluelessly, waiting for more information. you widen your eyes at him like you’re trying, and failing, to send him a mental message.

after a few seconds he looks at you with widened eyes, a small chuckle leaves his mouth as he takes the fire whisky from you. “merlin y/l/n i didn’t know you wanted me like that” he says taking a swig.

“no! i don’t!” you attempt to explain, with a vermillion running up the expanse of your next directly to the apples of your cheeks. “i’m just.... curious, because i know lavender has it bad for you” you attempt to cover your tracks, but your intentions already revealed.

“yes i have, for your information. not with her though.” he says with a sassy remark, passing you the bottle again. “have you?” he spoke while eyeing you suspiciously.

“well now i’m embarrassed.” you divert your eyes to the staircase. “oh so, you haven’t! my oh my, i guess you and mclaggen never got that far.” he adds with a raised brow and smirk.

“for your information, we never did anything because he was busy gazing at every other female in his vicinity” you punctuate and return to his sassy-tone, and a hair flick. you steady your eyes back to ron who looks at you amused.

“if i was with you i wouldn’t look at anyone else” he mumbles, gaze strictly on the floor his face matching his hair colour; a bright scarlet hue.

“what?” you look at him, widen eyes, face flushed and hair dishevelled. thinking you heard wrong, scooting closer so you can pick up his head with your thumb and pointer finger.

“i said...” he takes a deep breath before continuing, “that if you were mine, you would be the only person i’d look at” he says nervously, grabbing your wrist looking up at you.

you inhale and close your eyes for a second thinking about every single possibility this night could lead too. you choose wisely and opened your eyes looking in his direction finally choosing your words.

“prove it.” your tone stern, looking in his cerulean irises to prove your sincerity.

after that he doesn’t hesitate to capture your lips with his, moving together while subtly maneuvering you to straddle his waist. he opens his mouth so swiping against the strawberry chapstick that was worn into your lips and pleading for entry beneath your lips.

your mouths synced together in a deep harmony while both his larger hands came to grapple at your hips to keep you steady on the planes of his thighs. your core just above his clothed cock, you sink down slightly swivelling your hips slightly to create friction.

“bloody hell.” you hear him mumble while your lips were slightly seperated before rejoining them, his slowly growing tighter at the slight friction. one of your dainty fingers tugging at his reed tresses and the other on his placed on his jaw. you move forward again and create more friction against his strained erection, a low groan falling from his mouth.

you had a butterfly feeling erupting in your stomach, as one of his hands made its way into your hair giving it a small tug. a barely audible moan left your mouth, ron pulled away just a millimeter to look into your eyes.

“i want you, right here, right now.”

“what if someone see’s-“

“let them.”

he captured your lips again, placing both of his large hands right under your thighs maneuvering you to the nearest vermillion couch to lay you on. He hovered over you before kissing down your neck, sucking marks on the nearest skin he could find.

you knew you would have to cover them up in the morning, but you didn’t care. you could only focus on his lips sucking on your skin, and tangling your fingers into his fiery red hair.

he kissed up from your collarbone, kissing the fresh red marks that laid beautifully on your skin before hovering over your face again.

“you’re beautiful, darling.”

he leaned in again, tongues prodding at each other lustfully, while his warming taste of spearmint and pumpkin bleeds onto your tongue. one hand aggressively gripping your hip and the other one fiddling with the buttons of your uniform top, robes and ties already discarded when you entered the common room.

“are you sure you wanna do this, m’love?” he asked gently, affirming this is what your intentions were. hearing the repetitive pet names conform out of his mouth sending shockwaves of butterflies erupting through the warming of your belly, mixing with arousal.

“i want you ron, all of you.”

you leaned forward pushing your lips together in a passionate kiss, slotting them together the mess of the kiss being your last concern; while you both worked and attempted to rid each other’s clothes off. both of you left in your undergarments, he disconnected your lips for a moment to take a look at your body and seeing the heavy breaths you took from the frequent moving of your torso.

the eyes the stretch marks on your hips, the small scars from quidditch on your body, the birth marks scattered on your body and he thought he had never seen anything more beautiful.

“w-what?” you stumbled on your words, as he looked upon your body thinking he was judging you. you instinctively almost went to cover yourself, he quickly grabbed your wrist pinning it beside your head before looking deep into your irises.

“you’re the most stunning thing, i’ve ever seen.”

he went to kiss the column of your neck again, slowing down before he mumbled again.

“i want to get you ready for me first, can i do that?”

“please.”

he took off the rings on his middle and ring finger seeing the callouses from the handling of his quidditch broom, and slowly slipping them on your agile fingers and leaning in towards the shell of your ear.

“hold on to those for me, darling.”

he kissed down your bra-clad chest, to your stomach and down to where you needed him most. he slipped off your panties, throwing them on the common room floor before kissing up your thigh.

he looked at your glistening core with lust, his pupils blowing wide before running a finger down your wet folds. you let out a breathy whine before he continued, slowly slipping his middle finger into you and slowly pulsing it in and out.

“ron- fuck.” you hissed in pleasure, from being touched for the first time. “you like that, princess?” ron mocked, seeing your face slightly contort.

a small whine slipped from your slipped from your lips as a response, before he continued his torture on your cunt. you bit your lip, trying to keep quiet hoping nobody from upstairs would hear ron pleasuring you.

he kept a steady rhythm, pulsing his fingers in and out of you knowing how hard it was for you to keep quiet. he kissed your thoughts and stomach while teasing you by speeding up his pace in and out of you.

you let out a moan escaping your lips before biting them harshly,

“come for me darling, come all over my fingers”

you let out a loud moan in response, unable contain it anymore. you felt a wave of euphoria wash over you as you came for him, gripping whatever was close to you. he puts his fingers in his mouth with an exaggerated moan before leaning over you again kissing your lips, making you taste yourself feeling arousal wash again all over you.

he kissed back up your stomach before his hand slid up towards your back, undoing your bra before throwing it towards the floor, along with the matching set of panties. he looked at you in adoration of your naked body, before looking up at you,

“are you ready, angel?”

“but i want to help you too, ron”

you said leaning to grab at his briefs before he grabbed your wrist in his hand, and interlocking your fingers.

“tonight is about you, your my priority.” his tone was hoarse but a mix of gentle lacing it, the last sentences being whispered in your ear. you tried to suppress a shiver before grabbing his face and looking into his sheer-like azure irises.

“i want you inside me” your voice slow and and heaving, you spoke then kissing him again. he moved up, placing himself between your legs and leaning on both of his forearms, one of his hands tangled in your tresses and the other grabbing at your hip.

his cock hard, almost painful and leaking with precum started to slip into you, only managing the tip in before a whine escaped your lips while digging your nails into ron’s flexed bicep.

“it’s ok, m’right here”

he took your nod as a sign to keep going before slowly pushing fully into you. at first his strokes only small, barely there. he didn’t want you to hurt, he adored you and he just wanted to make you feel good.

“ron, please. go faster” you said gripping his hair in one of your hands, and his dipping your nails again in his bicep with the other. he slowly started to build up a pace, he knew you both wouldn’t last long considering this was your first time and the girl he loved was withering in pleasure under him, and only pleasured by him.

he let out a grunt into your neck, as he littered it in kisses while murmuring small praises into your ear. you tried to suppress your moans by biting into your lip, hoping hermione wouldn’t come looking for you.

“ron i’m gonna- fuck”

“me too, come with me” he said in between small grunts. you both let out low moans at the same time before he let white ropes of cum shoot into you and another wave of euphoria washed over you, harder this time. he laid beside you, both panting as he grabbed a blanket covering the both of you. he leant his head on your shoulder, his arm winded around your waist, pulling you closer to him and kissing your shoulder.

“keep the rings, darling, they look better on you.” he said in between pants.

you looked at him before speaking,

“is this the part where we separate and go to our dorms?” you mumbled, scared of his answer.

“no.” he whined, “i don’t know about you, but m’tired” he said sleepily, closing his eyes.

“we’re also naked, the first years will be mortified-“

“don’t care. they can close their eyes” he said, with sass.

“your brothers and all of our friends will tease us for all eternity” you teased with a laugh.

“they’ll be more relived that the pining is done.”

“pining over who?” you said, arching your brow.

“YOU. merlin woman, you are blind.” he picked his head off your shoulder to look at you before putting his head in the crook of your neck, giving it a small peck.

“mortified, ron. i’m telling you—“

A/N: Request from anon. This is fluffy smut, I guess. ;-)

Words: 1303 Warnings: fluff, (implied) smut

“This is beautiful.” You muttered.

“You are beautiful.” Adam replied.

You giggled. “You’re such a cliché.”

The vampire raised an eyebrow at you in an amused manner. “Well, what do you expect? I am thousands of years old.”

Your fingers were intertwined, holding on to each other for reassurance. You often took walks together in the moonlight, enjoying the peaceful silence of the night around you. Tonight, you had decided to come to the pumpkin patch next town, to pick out a pumpkin for Halloween. At this time of the day, you would not even have to pay for them, still, Adam insisted on leaving a few dollar bills on the provisory cash desk for the owner to find the next day.

You squealed joyfully when you found the perfect one to carve and Adam heaved it into the boot of his car.

You had dressed up for the occasion, of course—and you had been teasing him relentlessly all evening, your seductive and tempting yet innocent costume of an 18th century maiden luring him into sinking his sharp fangs into your skin… for you certainly were in the mood to play.

“You know… it’s probably unsafe for me out here, all alone. There might be dangerous men lurking in the shadows, only waiting to pounce on me.”

“You’re always safe with me, my love.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“But what about… creatures of the night? What about vampires? I’d be so helpless… at his mercy…” Finally, he caught on. A smirk spread on his thin lips.

“Oh, the vampires… I doubt they will have mercy on a pretty little thing such as you.” Adam had not had breakfast yet. You could tell by the way his beautiful blue eyes slowly changed their colour to gold upon the prosperity of a meal. Your eyes widened as you played your part.

“Won’t you run? I love a good chase.” Unable to help yourself, you grinned at him before letting out a fake-terrified scream and legged it, hiding and cowering behind the biggest pumpkin you could find. For a few, painfully slow seconds, it remained completely still.

“Peekaboo… I see you.” You suddenly heart him say behind you. Your heart was pounding in your chest, adrenaline cursing through your veins like liquid fire. You knew this wasn’t real of course… Adam would never hurt you—but there certainly were benefits to dating a vampire as a human woman. Especially on Halloween.

Adam most definitely loved the taste of your blood. With any other, normal couple, enjoying to be fed on like prey would have been a kinky fetish. With Adam, however, it was real. Very real. And so was the hint of fear in your blood as he chased you across the pumpkin patch in the dark.

The chilly October air was caressing your face, a cool wind carrying your delicious scent over to his nostrils. You could hear him inhale sharply, sensing you.

The first time he had requested to bite you… you had been afraid. Afraid of what it might be like. But he loved you, you loved him, there was no doubt about that, and you trusted him. And then… then it had felt so amazing, so intimate you became downright addicted to his gentle attacks.

There were bite marks all over your skin—your neck, your shoulders, your arms, your breasts… your inner thighs… it simply felt… arousing. More than anything you had ever experienced with any other man. Ever since, you had wanted… needed more from his sanguinary nature.

Adam growled, sending pleasant shivers up and down your spine.

“Run, little girl. Let me catch you.” He purred in your ear. Your heart skipped a beat. You bolted from your hiding spot, running as fast as your legs would carry you like your life depended on it. Adam saw it coming, of course.

His supernatural speed allowed him to outrun you within seconds, lifting you off your feet effortlessly and pressing you against his steel body. You shrieked. Giggles escaped your lips as you half-heartedly attempted to escape his firm grip.

“No, no, please, don’t!” You pleaded, suppressing a moan when his lips ghosted over the sensitive skin of your neck. Without any forewarning, he flipped you around so you could face him. His golden eyes bore into yours, immobilising you, rendering you completely helpless in his arms.

You would have gone limp and dropped to the half-frozen ground if it wasn’t for him holding you so tightly against him.

“Hmm… what a lovely supper you’ll make.” He mused scornfully. You swallowed when you caught a glimpse of his sharp fangs in the pale moonlight.

“Please, no…” You whimpered.

“Oh yes, sweet one…” A blissful moan escaped your lips when he pulled you even closer and buried his face in your neck, his teeth first only grazing over your skin warningly… then biting down, hard.

He instantly drew blood, began drinking from you eagerly. With every sip, your arousal grew, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You were certain you would be able to cum just from his hungry attention. Thus far, he had always stopped right before his very special love bite could throw you off the cliff.

Forgetting you were roleplaying in the first place, you dug your fingers into his shoulders and his black hair to pull him even closer to you.

Adam moaned against your skin. He drank and drank, stirring your further and further towards a release so sweet your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Then, with a start, he let go, making you whine upon the sudden loss of warmth of his mouth.

“So divine… I think I’ll keep you as my little pet… would you like that, sweet one? It’d be a shame to drink you all up at once.” You whimpered once more. Damn, he really was a good actor, his lips still hovering right over your neck.

“Adam… don’t stop now… please.” You were far too close, your cunt throbbing from unfulfilled desire and your juices pooling in your knickers, ruining them.

“I can’t take too much from you, my love.” He whispered tenderly.

“P-Please…” You were trembling, gods, you needed him so much. A thin trickle of blood ran down your neck, creating goose bumps. Adam hissed, licking it up with his tongue as you pressed your body against him wantonly. A scream escaped your lips when he bit down again, creating yet another sweet bite mark. So close…

Adam suckled on your skin so hungrily you were sure now he had always held back when he fed on you. Just… a bit… more…

“Ahhh… fuck!” You yelled when your orgasm hit you, waves of blissful pleasure tumbling through your body and numbing all of your senses. It felt… different. So different from when he pleasured you with his tongue between your legs but so good. Everything went black for a moment, your body a helpless doll in Adam’s strong arms.

He hissed once more when he pulled away, tasting the adrenaline in your blood on his tongue. His eyes turned blue again when they locked with yours, the thirst that had been sparkling in them replaced with carnal desire.

“Did you just… come?” He asked hoarsely.

You nodded, too breathless and intoxicated by what had just happened.

The vampire gnashed his teeth. “Get back to the car.” He growled.

You blinked, barely recovered from your high. “W-what? Why?”

“Why? Because I will take you right now and I’d prefer to do that somewhere warm, not in midst of a cold pumpkin patch.” Your lower regions clenched in joyful anticipation. You swallowed thickly, shrieking when he suddenly threw you over his shoulders and carried you back to his white Jaguar XJS. Happy Halloween then.

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Red thread trash - AU Trikey fanfic

Hey! I promised to upload my fanfic here as well - find it right below the “Keep reading” button. Let me know what you think about it - your feedback fuels me like anything else :) I included some minor hints of pop culture/literature every now and then and generally had a great time writing it even though it’s still short.  I plan on updating it soon so if you like it, stay tuned :) Chapter 1 -  My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense “You are sick, dickhead!” That was all she was able to spit out before shutting the door with such force all the yellowish photos on walls thumped the disgusting, bleached out wallpaper they were attached to. It was getting dark and a sharp sound sent shockwaves through creeping silence of the night. Tired street lamps gave out eerie orange light which sculpted everything in soft outlines and gave a fine monochrome touch to washed-out colours of the early evening. Dust, startled by the outburst, sat back on surfaces it originally sat on, creating a delicate icing on the ugly cake of an apartment it was in. It was full to the brim, filled with dying cacti in flower pots, virgin self-improvement books, some of them sealed in original plastic, action figures, statues, souvenirs from places so distant and abstract no one ever heard of them, old calendars and along with dozens of empty ball pens an assorted clutter of a bachelor. It was a miracle the small, one-room apartment did not explode with everything stored inside. On the wall next to the door, the landline phone decided to commit what it’s silent owner contemplated for years and fell down from the holder, and hit the ground with an ugly crunch. The sound made the owner snap from lethargy. Up to now, he only stood in the middle of the place, staring at the door emotionless.

 He felt nothing but a gentle touch of the street light and bags under his eyes growing heavier. When he heard what happened to his world link, he blinked and with a sigh, he took a step forward and hanged the phone back to the holder, inspecting it only to find nothing broke so far. “There, there, not today- You’ll outlive me, little friend” he let out a raspy mumble and rub back of his neck with his other hand. He didn’t feel anything out of ordinary. His back hurt a bit from the lair of his improvised bed and his sedentary job - the latter was most likely the culprit there, but he wouldn’t admit it. His stomach rumbled angrily through the thin skin and onto the fabric of his shirt - two cups of ramen a day were not enough to shut it anymore. His nose was full again - and the dust irritated it as much as it annoyed him. Yet somewhere deep inside him, the void seized power a long time ago and he didn’t give a shit about any of these things anymore. For the life of his, he couldn’t bring himself to grieve the recent loss of a lover either. People always came and went, he thought to himself. People always used him. Cheated him. Played him and inevitably left him when he needed them the most. They left him miserable. Vulnerable. Hurt. He didn’t need nor want them anymore. He abided them. He just wanted them all to die a horrible, gruesome death and if possible, to watch the whole process from the first row, bathe in their cries and pleading and enjoy his utter shortage of fucks to give with a wide grin on his face. Aaand it would make the show so much fun if he got to sprinkle his popcorn with a bit of fresh blood! Hell, if he murdered his shrink first, he would help more people than that stupid jerk ever did in his life. Come to think of it... Suddenly, before he could slide any further on his twisted spiral of thoughts, there was a familiar pressure on one of his feet and a soft purr vibrating against his shin. He blinked the mental image of creatively mutilated psychologist away and eyed his pet with a soft smile. The tomcat which settled on his foot was one of the new members of the pack as he prefered to call his furry companions. It gave those obese fluffy balls of fur a feral glamour of feared predators they might have shared with their ancestors. In reality, his pack preferred the luxury of being fed three times a day and shedding hair on his sweatshirts while sleeping wherever they collapsed. The tiny apartment currently held six members including the human one. They were all flawed to perfection, collected from behind the bars and given a new life. John Silver, the tomcat, curled up securely on his master's barefoot, lack one paw to be a complete, light grey cat. He probably lost it in a scientific experiment which went tremendously wrong and accidentally involved an electric can opener and children of his previous master. He never meowed about it but other cats knew anyway. Then there was Jude Hardy, a brown cat who smelled so bad other hissed anytime at her anytime she came close and made her spend life under the kitchen sink. Johny Lemmon had shotgun scars visible through his tabby and white fur - he got them for meowing too loud. Somewhere under the blanket on a bed was a tabby named Ulysses who lost his tail and ear on his way home one day in an accident. Right beside him slept his sister Sybile who was terribly short-sighted and bumped to anything when she attempted walking around the flat. She was there when her brother was hit by the car but there was nothing she could do to prevent it as she didn't see it coming. The only human left in the pack was named Trevor Philips.

With a cat in his arms, he made his way through a maze of full bookshelves and sat heavily into an old armchair, fidgeting to find the perfect angle. Nothing could ever compare to a fuzzy feeling of love he shared with his pack. A soft touch of fur soothed him in a way his prescription pills would never do. Trevor raised his eyes from a purring bundle of joy he held and run his fingertips down its spine, scratching and gently stroking every now and then, completely lost in his own palace of thoughts again. There’s still a couple of hours left till next dose, he thought to himself. He vividly remembered the first week he was forced to medication - a wild roar of anger and disgust from being put on a schedule, from becoming a number not worth anything else but chemical alternation. He hated every touch of an old, naphthalene smelling nurse or the bull kind of a doctor who forced his jaw open to the point it snapped on one wonderful evening. He always had himself for a person not bound by any chains or rules. His persistence in breaking rules and spitting medicine was legendary. Heck, he did it for fun. It gave him all the attention he never had and fuck people who had to pay for it with their health of job. However, one day, he woke up a different person. The mighty, untamed creature he once was was gone, and the only memory it left were nail scratches on sterile white walls of his cell and a variety of body fluids mixed and smeared all over the ceiling in a brutal, honest impersonation of Michelangelo’s chapel. The day the beast went missing was a breaking point. The world he woke up to was void of bright colours. Every bit and piece of his existence felt detached, taken aback, abstract. He would always recall the feeling of cold liquid under his bare feet and a horrid smell that brought him to senses. He never asked the doctor how long he had stood in his own faeces nor did he ask why he pissed blood. He would never tell him. Instead, he got yet another dose of medicals. And he obeyed this time. And every time they came he accepted it. Trevor knew too well they broke him and shaped him like a piece of Tetris puzzle so he could fit in the line. He knew he lost himself in the process. But since he got separated, he couldn’t bring himself to care. And when they eventually let him out of the bright white hell, when they dressed him in a cheap second-hand suit and gave him a small place to live, he didn’t rebel. He obeyed. He followed the lead. He spoke to his shrink. He got a pet. He got a job. He drank water. He ate. He slept. He shat. The same fairy tale noir of a lonely life on repeat forever. He fit the line too well. Trevor let his hand slip from Silver’s back onto an armrest. Orange coloured light from outside mixed with neon from a place he could see through a narrow alley which led to his block of flats. A bright red, intrusive and obscene. A moth trap set up with fresh meet every week, he thought to himself. He eyed the place from his armchair and looked around. His last love interest came from that bar. All she left behind was a used toothbrush in a plastic cup on a kitchen sink, a pair of bob pins under the bed and lingering smell of cheap perfume piercing everything it touched with a brutal force. She was not that different from any other woman he ever knew. Each of them wanted money and stripped men of it by shaking their asses and burying faces into their sagging cleavages. Even if they did not admit it, be it high-class wive all glamour and chic or a grey mouse of an accountant in his shithole of a job, they all were miserable whores, bitches not worth a dollar yet they would surely kill for it if given a chance. They all wore insufferable perfumes and fake smiles that made his blood boil. Unfortunately, when he got a job as an assistant in a small branch of a Fleeca bank, he had no idea the place would be full of such creatures. He recalled the first day of work with a sigh, being yelled at for not bringing a latte for accountants, then for not fetching paper clips fast enough, and then again and again till he was let out in the afternoon, completely stripped of dignity and quite frankly, he didn’t even have the energy to sustain one at given time. Now that the fifth year of his atonement passed by, all he wanted was to burn the place down as a celebration. He hasn’t done it yet. His favourite coffee mug was there and he chose not to risk such a loss. The red light took over and illuminated his way when he carefully put Silver down and took a couple of careful steps towards an old cupboard and let it moan its screech into the night. With a light chuckle, he grabbed the colourful box realising they made his mind work in schedules and tech plans. He never put it on the same place two days in a row when he first came there. Now it had its fucking place right beside unused penis-shaped pasta he received in secret Santa game at work a couple of years ago. They had their place too. Never moved an inch. Trevor popped the lid and slid an elephant worth of pills into the palm of his. Funny how everything looks like candy a second before you start tripping balls. He knew the thrill too well. Fishing a dirty glass out of the sink, filling it with piss some still called water and swallow it like an obedient little bitch he was. Good, good. Let them keep you alive or let them kill you in ways which are not as fun as drugs. As he felt the chemicals taking rule over him, everything was good somehow. The room swayed. The colours exploded. He fell on the bed. Good. Good. Good.

This is for Sav ( @awildsavvy )! I hope that you enjoy it :)  __________________

“WE HAVE TO JUMP!”

“ARE YOU CRAZY!?”

  The yells could barely be heard over the loud explosions, which were seemingly endless, along with the very insistent alarm that was blaring loudly. The next explosion was close enough that they stumbled, almost knocked off of their feet from the force of it. 

  “We can make it! I know we can!” The blonde male urged. The female that was with him looked away, uncertain. “Mika I don’t –” She wasn’t able to finish her sentence, because the man - Mika - had already grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up. They were rapidly declining, the burning helicopter approaching the ground faster and faster, steadily gaining speed. 

  “Come on, come on…” the male mumbled, oblivious to the obvious fright on the girl’s face. Her lilac hair - which had originally been pulled back into a tight bun - was flying everywhere, wind whipping it back and forth.  Now. Mika thought as he watched the sandy clearing draw nearer. Without a second thought, he jumped out of the helicopter, holding on tightly to the girl in his arms. 

  There was a moment in which the only thing he could hear was the roaring of the wind in his ears, and the only thing he could feel was a sudden weightlessness, before he crashed into the sandy dune. The impact ripped the girl from his arms, causing them both to go rolling in the hot, grainy sand with grunts and moans. 

  Before Mika could even think to get up, the helicopter crashed and erupted. The two figures were flung backwards like ragdolls, unable to move their limbs properly as the shockwave hit them. This time when he hit the ground, everything went black. 

  Regaining consciousness was not fun. His limbs felt heavy, his mind sluggish and all he could hear was this damn ringing noise that seemed to get louder and louder until his mind couldn’t take it anymore. He opened his eyes slowly, squinting against the harsh light of the hot sun. A giant mushroom cloud had formed over the sight of the crash, and all he could smell was ash and fire. If he looked closely enough, he could see pieces of the helicopter that appeared to be ablaze. 

  He somehow managed to drag himself into a kneeling position and slowly wiped some sweat off of his forehead, but when he pulled his hand back, instead of clear liquid, his hand was covered in smeared blood. He looked down at his body, ignoring the headache that exploded in his mind from that simple movement. 

  Bruises had already started to form on his arms and what little he could see from the tears of his military uniform. Then he was struck by a single, sudden thought:

  Shinoa.

  Immediately he shot up, and staggered from the pain that erupted in his head. His body shook and his legs threatened to buckle beneath him, but after a moment he held steady. He looked around, but didn’t see the girl anywhere near him. “SHINOA!”

  He couldn’t hear his shout. The ringing noise had gone away by now, but in its place was complete silence. He could feel blood trickling out of his ears and grimaced, hoping that his hearing wasn’t irreparably damaged, however unlikely it was. He stumbled forward, calling out Shinoa’s name over and over but didn’t receive a reply. Either she wasn’t able to hear either, or… or… he didn’t want to think about it. 

  Eventually, finally, he saw her. Shinoa’s tiny form was completely limp, but noticeable, in the sand. He ran over to her and collapsed next to her, lifting her upper body into his arms. There were noticeable cuts on her face and arms, and a giant bruise on her forehead, but other than that she didn’t seem any worse than Mika himself. Blood was trickling out of her ears as well. The only difference between them was that she was unconscious while he wasn’t. He shook her helplessly. “Shinoa. Shinoa. Shinoa!”

  She jolted and took a deep, rattling breath. Her eyes were wild and looked everywhere before finally settling on Mika. Her lips moved. Mika still couldn’t hear her, but he could see what she said. “Mika?”

  He nodded rapidly and pulled her closer, burying his face in her shoulder. She smelled like blood and sweat, and her hair was tickling his face, but at that moment he couldn’t care less. She was alive, that’s all that mattered. He pulled away when she placed a hand on his arm, looking down at her. At that moment he wasn’t quite sure how he felt. Love, fear, relief, anger, anguish, happiness… somehow it was all there. We survived. Was all he could think, then a darker thought hit him. But for how long? 

  They were in enemy territory, alone, no weapons on them with explosions raging around them. Their mission had failed, and now they were stuck here. He had no idea if his previous transmissions calling for help had gone through, because as the helicopter fell all he could hear was static. 

  Shinoa seemed to be thinking along the same lines, because her jaw was set and her eyes focusing on a spot left to Mika, looking pensive and worried. She looked back up at Mika and he gave her a small nod. I understand. 

  He let her go and she slowly sat up on her own. They stared at each other for a moment, before Shinoa grabbed him by the cheeks and pulled him into a hard kiss. So many emotions went through that simple touch of the lips. Love, relief… it was palpable, and by the time she pulled away he wanted to cry. 

  His hearing was starting to come back now, and even though the sounds of explosions were muffled, they were still there. “We have to go,” he said eventually. “Can you stand?” 

  Shinoa frowned, and nodded. Mika didn’t miss the wince as she did so. Shakily, she started to rise to her feet, only to collapse back down with a cry of pain. Mika cursed and quickly caught her, worry rushing through his body. She didn’t seem to notice as he gripped her tightly, her eyes were far-away and she looked dazed. “Shinoa? Hey, look at me,” he slapped her cheek gently, and she seemed to snap out of it. “Mika?” 

  “Yeah, okay, walking isn’t a good idea… here, let me…” he went to pick her up, but his weight could barely support him, much less holding an extra 39 kilograms, and the two of them went down again with groans of pain. 

  “A-Alright… we… we’ll just… we can…” he was at a loss. Neither of them could walk. They were both hurt. Help likely wasn’t coming, and Shinoa… Shinoa was already looking at him with a sort of sad acceptance. Acceptance of their fate. 

  “Talk to me?” She requested, eyes never leaving his. Distract me so I don’t have to think about anything other than you before we die, was left unsaid, but they were both thinking it in their heads. Mika stared at her for a moment, before nodding slowly. “Okay uh… what… what do you want to talk about?” 

  “… Us.”

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  “Fight me!”

  “Would you stop telling everyone to fight you?” Mika rolled his eyes, sucking on his lollipop as they walked to school. 

  The purple haired gremlin next to him seemed to puff with indignation. “My height doesn’t affect my ability to snap your neck or gouge out your eyes!”

  At that the blond laughed loudly, scaring away some pigeons who’d been on the ground looking for breadcrumbs nearby. The old lady on the bench who’d been feeding them shot him a dirty look. “You can’t even reach my neck!”

  “Uhhh do you really wanna test me, Hyakuya? Because there’s a fuckton of step ladders at our school and I’m not afraid to get on one of those to punch your stupidly pretty face.” 

  That had Mika stopping, causing her to crash into him. “Pretty?” He rose an eyebrow. Shinoa froze for a moment, as though she hadn’t meant to say that, before laughing. “Alright yeah, you’re pretty. Everyone knows it.” 

  “What? I’m not.” 

  This time it was Shinoa who rolled her eyes. “Oh I’m sorry, you’re not pretty. You’re super manly and butch.” 

  Mika frowned at that, starting the walk back to school with Shinoa prancing beside him. Pretty? 

  She thinks I’m pretty?

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  “Come on, Mika, you’ll enjoy it!”

  “I won’t. I really won’t. Yuu-chan, please don’t make me go to this stupid party.” 

  Yuu rolled his eyes. “Don’t be such a baby, Mika. Besides, I want you to meet my… uh…” 

  “Aunt?”

  “She is NOT my aunt!” Yuu fumed, and Mika laughed. “I just want to prove to you how annoying she is,” Yuu continued in a whine, “come on, please?” 

  Mika sighed, but there was a small smile on his lips. “Alright Yuu-chan, anything for you.” 

  Yuu had to be exaggerating about how bad Shinoa was. Yuu was a drama queen after all, everything set him off and he was always coming up with wild stories when it was usually something simple. There was no way Shinoa was as bad as Yuu made her out to be. Right?

  … He was right. She wasn’t as bad as Yuu made her out to be. She was worse. The first thing that the drunken girl had done was fling herself onto Mika when he walked through the door. “I’ve decided that you will be my princess from now on,” she stated, not even saying hi. Even Yuu looked horrified. 

  “Ummm… but I’m a guy?” Maybe she thought he was a girl? It unfortunately wouldn’t be the first time someone made that mistake after all. However, Shinoa didn’t seem to care what he had to say, because she simply pet his fluffy hair like he was a cat, then his face. “Shhhhhhh. Princess.” 

  Mika gave Yuu a bewildered look, who - although still looking horrified - also was starting to look pretty amused. Mika narrowed his eyes at his best friend. Traitor. 

  “Well, I’ll leave you two to get to know each other~” Yuu said, before swiftly leaving to go mingle with the rest of the party. 

  “Yuu-chan wait –” 

  “Oh good he’s gone,” Shinoa removed herself from him, all traces of her former drunkenness gone. She beamed at his bewildered face. “Name’s Hiiragi Shinoa.” 

  “U-Uh… Hyakuya Mikaela.” 

  “Oh I know who you are, Mika,” Shinoa said. “Yuu talks about you all the time. And… the others.” 

  By the others, he assumed she meant the rest of the Hyakuya’s, who’d died when the orphanage burnt down. He tried to ignore the pang of sadness. “Does he?” 

  “Yuuup,” she popped the ‘p’. “I’m sure he talks about how absolutely stunning and perfect I am all the time~?”

  “Uh…” he thought back on all of the numerous rants and complaints Yuu had about her. “Something like that, yeah.”

  “So, Mika, want a drink?” She asked bluntly, and he scratched the back of his neck, debating. He’d never drank alcohol before, and Krul would skin him alive if she found out, but it might be the only way to deal with this party…

  “Sure.” 

  By the end of the night, Yuu found the two making out on the couch. 

  Mika would never forget the scream and the “Oh god my eyes!” that came from Yuu that night.

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  “Starbucks is amazing,” Shinoa moaned, drinking some more of the coffee she’d ordered. They’d just sat down in the newest addition to their town, when someone behind Shinoa caught Mika’s eye. “Look behind you,” he murmured. “But don’t be obvious.” 

  Shinoa, in typical Shinoa fashion, immediately WHIPPED around and practically shouted, “Where!?” 

  For fucks sake. 

  He’d been hoping not to attract the attention of Ferid, the person he was trying to warn Shinoa to stay away from. However, the silver-haired male - along with every other goddamn customer in the store INCLUDING THE BARISTAS - all turned to stare at them. Ferid’s face brightened upon seeing Mika, and the blond let his head fall onto the table. Just kill me now. 

“Mika-chan!”

Mika glared as the male came running over. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” the tall male said, looking positively ecstatic. 

  “You saw me,” Mika said bluntly. “Bye.” 

  “Eh? That’s not a very nice way to talk to your step-father…” 

  “You’re not my step-father.” Krul and Ferid had been divorced for almost two years now - thank God, Ferid was horrible to both of them - but in his mindset he seemed intent on it being “oh we just took a break, we’ll get back together soon” instead of “we’re totally done”. 

  “Ahaha so rude, Mika-chan~”

  “Don’t call me that.” 

  Shinoa was starting to look concerned. “Um…” 

  “Oho~ Does Mika-chan have a girlfriend?”

  “Okay, we’re going,” Mika said, getting off of his stool. Before he could grab Shinoa and leave, however, Ferid snatched his arm in a bruising grip that made Mika flinch out of instinct. “I’m not done talking to you,” Ferid growled, a complete 180 from his previous, happy demeanor. And then he wondered why Krul left him.

  “Hey!” They both turned around to see Shinoa standing. “The only person allowed to touch my boyfriend is me,” she said sweetly. Then, before either of them could even blink, she kicked Ferid so hard in the balls that he went tumbling to the ground. Mika stared at him, along with everyone else, mouth hanging open in shock as the older man groaned in pain. 

  Not seeming to notice, she stepped over him and laced her arm in Mika’s and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Now we can go.” 

  That was probably the moment Mika fell in love with her. 

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  By the time they were done exchanging some of their memories, the two were laughing, for a moment forgetting about all of the death and destruction around them. Forgetting about how soon enough they would be the ones to die, if not by an enemy then by the heat, or dehydration, or hunger, or all three. Forgetting for a moment about how these might be their last goodbyes. How they will never be able to see their friends again.

  They forgot until they heard a helicopter. Until they looked up. Until they saw Yuu, Mitsuba, Yoichi and Kimizuki jumping out of it. Until they were being fussed over and carried into the helicopter, where Yoichi and Mitsuba immediately got to work with their med skills, patching the two fallen soldiers up. 

  They forgot that a few minutes ago, they had given up. 

Beast Boy and Jericho fluffiness. Ready. Set. GO!! (They totally tickle the crap out of each other in the cutest and most fluffiest way possible) so sweet when people read this they get diabetes.

[Thank you so much for this request! Also, this had been in my inbox for the LONGEST TIME. I had a lot of fun writing this! People should request more Jericho/Robin and Jericho/Beast Boy, they’re the cutest Titans ships by far. Warning for Diabetes that might occur.]

On the grey couch of Titans Tower, a boy with hair like the sun sat and endured the silence, filling up all the empty spaces of the living area with the scritch, scratch of his charcoal against smooth paper. His lime eyes flickered in between where his hand was and where he wanted it to be as he formed shapes and lines on the paper, disregarding the pain in his back that was forming from hunching over the sketchpad for so long.

Jericho always despised the silence. He hated the ringing in his ears that came from the absence of noise, he hated the thoughts that snuck into his head like burglars to steal his precious joy, he hated the paranoia and the anxiousness that pumped through his blood - perhaps that explained his choice in company. The quietest person he ever really hung out with was Raven, and even she filled up the silence with her mean comments and stale laughter.

Jericho was lost in his own world, a place he often loved staying when he felt he was all alone in the tower.

Jericho was lost in his own world, and he didn’t even think to suspect the green mass that was snaking its way toward him.

Beast Boy coiled his way toward the fluffy tuft of blonde hair that just barely stuck over the edge of the couch, slipping and sliding in his snake form before he appeared behind his deep seeded crush of a few months in his human form again, smirking with a shit eating grin.

Jericho was too wrapped up in the art before him that he would’ve screamed like a girl - had he have been able to - when suddenly he was laying longways on the couch with Garfield hovering over him, having tackled the poor boy - nearly giving Jericho a heart attack in the process. Jericho’s poor, sweet sketchbook lay on the ground, but he didn’t have any time to react to any of this before Beast Boy’s fingers were digging into his torso and sending him into shockwaves of silent laughter.

Jericho’s back arched on the couch as he tried to squirm away from the tickling fingers, only resulting in even harder silent laughter that continued to chase away the oxygen in his lungs. If Jericho had even been able to open his eyes to Beast Boy, he would’ve seen the lovesick, dreamy look on his face as he stared down and memorized the beautiful smile spread across Jericho’s features. A faint blush spreading in a line across his cheeks and nose and leaving a flush on the tips of Jericho’s ears, eyes squinted shut from the effort to stop laughing, a beautiful, dazzling smile that stretched cheek to cheek and tilted his ears upwards the smallest bit. Beast Boy’s favorite part of the emotion was Jericho’s small, soft lips. They were stretched in a small, shy smile - almost innocent and child like, and Garfield fought against pressing his own lips to them every single time Jericho dared to smile the tiniest bit. Of course, Beast Boy’s own insecurities stopped him short every time he thought about it.

“Beast-Man wins!” Beast Boy said in his childish, voice cracking way of talking as he giggled maniacally into the crook of Jericho’s neck, letting up on the tickling for just a moment.

Jericho panted beneath the green boy as he staggered for his breath, completely limp beneath Beast Boy as he played with his short green hair like an afterthought, entirely unaware to how hard Garfield was blushing from his hidden spot in Jericho’s neck at the feeling of Jericho’s soft fingers brushing curves and grooves into his hair.

Jericho finally caught his breath, half sighing and half airily chuckling when Garfield nuzzled into his neck and tickled him accidentally with his hair.

Beast Boy had discovered a very long time ago that the very best thing about having a crush on Jericho was that when you just pounced on him or pet his hair and asked to cuddle he was completely oblivious. Jericho was just such a naturally physically affectionate and nice person that he immediately launched into any chance at all to cuddle with his ‘friends’ - leaving him completely oblivious to just how badly the green boy on top of him was crushing.

Jericho opened his neon eyes tiredly, nearly purring at the warm feeling of Beast Boy’s soft breathing against his neck. Jericho noted to himself that Beast Boy was awfully warm, and for just a moment he had to force himself awake so that he wouldn’t fall asleep in such a compromising position without permission. Finally, Jericho’s eyes were wide and awake when he spotted where his sketchpad lying sadly on the floor.

Jericho shot up like a bolt, planning to run past Beast Boy when he wasn’t aware, only for Beast Boy to be very much aware and to clamp his arms around Jericho’s waist in a death grip so that he couldn’t go anywhere. From where Jericho had gotten to to how Beast Boy had caught him, Jericho now struggled to get away from where Beast Boy was now hugging him in his lap.

Beast Boy once again dug his tickling fingers into Jericho’s vulnerable sides, Jericho biting his lips hard so that he’d stop smiling, his tactic completely ineffective and somehow making him look even cuter to Beast Boy. He struggled and kicked and punched playfully at Beast Boy’s arms, only to fall limply and laugh even harder into Beast Boy’s shoulder as he turned around in his position.

Finally, Beast Boy relented, Jericho sighing and attempting to catch his breath from where he was wrapped tightly in Garfield’s arms. Beast Boy took this moment to bury his face in Jericho’s yellow curls, letting the smell of honey and a long gone Woodstock Festival envelop him and hold him safe.

“…God, I really am so in love with you…” Beast Boy said mistakenly, not meaning for the words to just tumble out of his mouth the way they did.

Beast Boy froze rigidly in place as Jericho slowly sat up, looking up at the green boy with wide, innocent eyes and a curious tilt of his head. Beast Boy couldn’t even bring himself to look straight at Jericho, too busy screaming at himself on the inside and trying not to pass out.

Jericho started giggling. Jericho started giggling that little silent, snickery giggle Beast Boy adored before he shot himself forward and wrapped his arms around Beast Boy’s neck in a hug, pressing a soft, excited kiss to Beast Boy’s cheek in the process.

Jericho pulled back to look at Beast Boy, a smile adorning his face that was wider and brighter than Garfield had ever seen.

Jericho simply rose up one finger, then four, then three.

“…Yeah…Yeah! Yeah, I-I…I-I love you too!” Beast Boy stuttered at Jericho’s much less embarrassing confession, getting another giggled and a beautiful smile out of Jericho before the blonde buried himself into the green boy’s neck, smiling so hard that it hurt.