#jeribb

[alexandriaellisart]

Summertime

sketchbook no 7

[gaybaconprincess]

When the titans find out slade is jerichos dad. Beast boy whose dating Jeri is in some serious deep shit.

[This request was fun too! This pairing is just so pure, it’s beautiful.]

The Teen Titans were…shaken, to say the least.

What were you supposed to do when your long time enemy show up at your doorstep, acting as if he were a normal citizen, and alerting you all that the precious baby of your group is actually his precious baby, and that the precious baby’s boyfriend is in deep shit he’s ever been in in his life.

Once Slade Wilson left Titans Tower, every teen inside was frozen and whispering amongst each other. Especially Beast Boy.

Beast Boy was rigid in place, staring blankly at the spot Deathstroke one stood and attempting to just sort this all out in his slow working mind.

Jericho, tiny, precious, god like, beautiful, angelic, Jericho, was the son of a man that had killed millions without second thought and attempted to kill Beast Boy’s best friends. Not only that, but Slade had made sure to assure everyone that Jericho was not working with him, so Beast Boy simply didn’t know how to feel. He was terrified because of the pure fact that he was in love with Deathstroke’s son, and he now knew that if Jericho wanted to he could wave his hand and have Beast Boy assassinated. He was angry because Jericho hadn’t told him sooner, hadn’t even thought to mention that his father was the person who’d murdered Beast Boy’s last lover. He was relieved that Slade was gone, at the least, and that he now knew that Slade was more than just a monster, he was a man too, a man that had family and did have a conceivable weakness to bring him down.

But more than anything in the world Beast Boy was concerned with Joey, and the small sniffles that escaped his smaller boyfriend, who looked like he was attempting to curl in on himself and go into a full blown seizure.

As Beast Boy reached his arm out to touch Jericho’s shoulder, Jericho whipped around to look at him with a dangerous expression.

“…J-Jericho? Joey…?” Beast Boy whimpered before Jericho bolted out of the room and to god knows where.

Beast Boy followed without a second thought, bursting through the doors to the main hallways and toward the padding footsteps that he was sure belonged to the lightweight boy that had fled.

Beast Boy chased after Jericho, so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t think to transform so he could catch up. When he heard the distant sound of a body crumpling to the ground, he sped up and finally caught up to the blonde, who was curled up in a ball on the ground and crying his eyes out.

“Jericho…” Beast Boy tried again, getting another hateful glare in response.

Jericho held the glare for maybe three seconds before he broke down into crying into his knees again.

Beast Boy came forward, wrapped Joseph up in a warm embrace and letting him cry.

“Please, talk to me.” The green boy begged.

Jericho wiped his eyes on his sleeves, not look up as he signed a few words that made Garfield feel sick.

Monster. I’m a monster, just like him. I should’ve known you wouldn’t love me for long.

“No. No, no, no, no, no. You’re not like him, not at all Joey. Joey- I-…” Beast Boy attempted. Finally he glared as he grabbed Jericho by the shoulder and made the boy meet his emerald gaze.

“You listen to me Joseph Wilson. I know you, you’re nothing like Slade. You’re fun, wise, beautiful, amazing- you’re so much more than your genetics. How could you ever think I would stop loving you? Sure, having Slade enter the mix is a little more complicated, but it’s worth it. You’re worth everything.” Beast Boy lectured, trying to force his love into Jericho’s heart with his gaze and powerful tone. It was the same tone he’d used when he first met Jericho, when he was so worried about the others that he nearly kicked himself for dismissing the astral blonde that he worked with - and look where they were now.

Jericho stared up at Garfield in awe, letting just a few more dry tears leave his eyes before he sighed out his troubles and woes and melted into Beast Boy’s embrace.

I’m sorry, he signed, not looking up from his place against Beast Boy’s chest, I was being stupid.

“No, you were right to be afraid. I shouldn’t have just frozen like that.” Beast Boy said with a chuckle.

Jericho wrapped his arms around the green boy’s waist, determined never to let go.

[gaybaconprincess]

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.