It’s a common saying among Stiles’ friends that he doesn’t have a lot of
dignity. To be perfectly honest, Stiles agrees with them (as much as he argues
against the point whenever they bring it up).
But this is probably a new low.
Well, not new-new, because this is into the fourth week of the habit
and if he was a better person, he’d have stopped by now. He’s not a better
person in this instance, but he’s made peace with it.
‘It’ being watching his stubbled neighbour jog past his place every morning
in sweatpants and obviously non-supportive underwear. There’s a lot of movement
down there. A lot.
“I mean, with that much jiggle, he’s gotta know, right?” Stiles asks his
window pane, behind which he’s fake writing on his laptop.
They’re not quite neighbours, there’s about half a block between them for
which Stiles’ sanity is thankful. Otherwise who knows what ludicrous amateur
spying would have occurred.
As it is, he is very thankful he accidentally set his alarm for five am two
(it was four) mornings in a row, because now he knows that this is a morning
ritual for his neighbour.
Today hot neighbour is wearing the cut off, grey sweats. They’re a personal
favourite of Stiles’ (better than the dark blue ones, which make it harder to
see) because it means not only can he get a clear view of his neighbour’s dick
as it swings forward against the fabric, but also his sweaty, perfectly muscled
Stiles sighs out and bangs his head once against the window pane, a small
punishment that is also part of the routine.
What is not part of the routine, is hot neighbour looking into Stiles’
window, and seeing Stiles’ face smooshed against the glass, after which he
trips, possibly in disgust, or just simple distraction.
Stiles’ first reaction is to panic. He pushes his chair back from the desk and
slams his laptop closed.
His second reaction is that he should call someone to come help.
His third reaction is to realise that, hold on, he can go and help.
Stiles rushes out his front door and into the chilly morning air.
- fell down the stairs in the batcave and manor.
- Argued that life forms existed on other planets all while Kon was next to him…
- Put the milk in the cupboard to Alfred’s horror.
- Almost fell off a few buildings. The boy just need bubble wrap around him.
- Tried driving a car but had no keys. He was still able to hot wire it though.
- Got convinced that Jason was still dead and he was seeing a ghost. Jason might have thought of that one.
- Slipped on a banana peel. Stephanie just wanted to see if it actually worked.
- Ate many questionable food items. His nacho and m&m creation still brings others nightmares.
- Referred to Dick as the fashion diaster.
- Chugged a whole pot of coffee like it was water.
- Fell asleep in Titus’s dog bed.
He’s written the spoiler right on the first page, like a shit, and he’s ghastly. He really is. Only- of course he isn’t. Quite the opposite. She uses the book to hit him in the chest. He laughs.
You’re the worst gift giver in the world, she informs him. He waggles his eyebrows, and she’d kiss him if Sirius wasn’t here. You two should kiss, Sirius says through a mouthful of crisps, looking on with mild interest. James shoves him sideways and then does, in fact, kiss her. He tastes like tea and mint.
The boys wear party hats all round London. Remus has five coffees, Peter loses his scarf to the wind and Sirius throws away a twenty pound note because he thought it was a very poorly made napkin. It might just be the best birthday she’s ever had.
Naturally she can never tell James this because he’ll just be unbearably smug, as opposed to the bearable level of smug he is normally. He buys her an ice block and then precedes to rip into her for picking lemonade flavor, which he has been told by Remus is the ‘most basic’.
Pathetic Lily, truly embarrassing, he says, and she reaches up and snaps the string of his party hat. Being eighteen feels no different to being seventeen, still being told by a choking James that she’d just ‘broken his throat’, still laughing when Remus says that it’s probably a blessing, still liking them all an inordinate amount.
Afterwards they go home, the two of them, back to the tiny apartment where they eat and sleep and make breakfast. When they’d moved in she’d used James’ wand to flick all the dead moths off the windowsill and to get her back he froze hers in ice. Sometimes when she can’t sleep and her brain is a blank wall she’ll get up, walk around, breathe. She can look at any surface of their place and think here. I kissed you here. I loved you here.
She goes through the door and there is a cake on their bench. The top slants to the left, lopsided, and the icing has melted all down the sides. She freezes, staring. James bounds past her and tries to prop up a drooping candle. I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to ice it while it was still hot, he confesses, guiltily.
She keeps staring. You made me a cake. She says, fumbling around the words. I don’t know if you can still call it that, he says, distracted, trying to even out the slanting top by shifting the icing. She cannot believe him- waking up early just to make her a cake. Her heart is swollen. She could break a rib.
Happy birthday Li- he starts, but she has surged forward and is kissing him instead. His hands are sticky from icing, on her face and jaw and neck and he made her a cake. In this kitchen, in this apartment, in her space, he was here. There has never been a better boy than hers, and here. She loves him here.
what’s surreal to me is that if you look at v&v era brendon compared to doab brendon or even just twtl brendon there’s such /age/ on his face like what happened between 2011-2013 that caused him to go from a sweet little babyfaced boy to this hardened older man
Hiccup literally watched brainwashed Toothless kill his father, like right in front of his face. And Hiccup responded by yelling at Toothless because he was severely hurt, but he came to his senses almost right after and realized that Toothless was controlled by the alpha, he had no choice.
Compare that to Tony Stark who watched brainwashed Bucky kill his parents on a video monitor. And he responded by throwing away all reason and attempting to kill a man who was tortured for nearly 70 years.
So basically what I’m saying is that a 20 year old kid has more emotional stability than a superhero who’s well over 40.
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Kicking the covers off, you give up. Dean has been tossing and turning all night, and you can’t take it anymore.
Crossing to the other bed, you shake Sam gently. “Mmm…” he answers.
“Sam,” you say, shaking harder, “Sam, scoot over.”
He rolls over onto his side and you climb into his bed. When the three of you had to share a room, you always opted to sleep with Dean. Sam tends to take up the entire bed with his massive frame. Dean isn’t much better, but you still end up with a little more room in his bed.
Sam rolls back over onto his other side, snoring softly. Dean moans incoherently in his sleep from the other side of the room. You’re not sure if bunking with Sam is an improvement in your sleeping conditions, but eventually, you drift off to sleep.
Better off with you watching over me (Jason Todd x Reader)
A/N: Okay so I finally finished this… at uni in
the library. You’re all a bad influence on me. I had a hard time figuring out
how graphic to go with this so hope this is what you were looking for? Anyway,
here ya go anon ;)
staring outside the window again. It was dark outside. Apart from some outlines
and dim lighting you didn’t see anything, you just heard the rain ticking on
the window and the warmth of a blanket around you. You gritted your teeth as
you were trying very hard not to think of the million things that could be
going wrong with Jason right now. After his death he had become more reckless…
and you were scared you weren’t going to get him back again if something…
happened. You shook your head as you tried your damn best to ban those ideas
out of your head. They were no good now and they never would be. It was part of
the deal to grid and bear it. You grabbed your laptop and dropped yourself in
his couch. Not quite as luxurious as his room at Bruce’s place, but more…
anonymous somehow. It felt good to be alone together but at moments like these
the place just felt desolate.
You opened your
laptop and glanced at the time. 2 am. Damnit, you were lucky you didn’t have
anywhere to be the next morning. Not that you wouldn’t be there if you had. You
had just had one of those days where you couldn’t get him off of your mind. You
sensed something was off, usually when this happened he came back more torn up
than usual. You glanced over at the bandages and the disinfectant you put
ready. “Jason where the hell are you even at.” You murmured. You checked some
texts online, they were interesting enough but not to the extent they banned
the worry that clung to you like wet clothes. You decided laying down was an
option and started to dose off when you heard someone enter the door and
closing it behind him. You opened your eyes. Not sure what you expected to see.
“ Jay… please tell me you’re still alive.”
“ Well, I’m technically undead.” You opened your eyes and saw him standing
there in the doorway. Suprisingly, he didn’t seem too badly hurt. Some cuts and
bruises at most. Nothing he wouldn’t have been able to easily fix himself. He
flung his leather jacket in the general direction of a chair where It flung
over the back support.
“ An ungodly hour for a booty call. What the fuck are you doing here at this
time?” He asked, sounding tired and utterly done with the world in and of
“ I wanted to check up on you. What happened?”
“ You’re better off not knowing.” He grunted. He looked frustrated and something
you could not define as easily.
“ Bad day at work, huh?”
“ Doesn’t begin to cover it.” He walked over to you and you noticed something
was really, really wrong this time. “
Jason what happened.” He sighed and sat next to you, legs spread and taking up
a lot of space in the couch.
“ I stopped some jackass from killing a woman. “
“ That seems like a good thing to me.”
“ Not the first victim. And she’s alive, but in a coma. Fuck, she looked like
you. Same… hair and build.“ You arched your eyebrows.
“ Did you think she was me?”
“ Of course not, I’d recognize your ass anywhere.” He grinned but it wasn’t
“ Jay.” You were pleading with him not to joke about this for once. He always
“ No. But it served as a reminder. Being with you puts you in the line of fire.
I made a fair share of enemies, maybe she was supposed to remind me of you.
They could have found out I’m not entirely on my own. Maybe you should… steer
clear for a while.” He started to take off his clothes, revealing some cuts and
bruises but once again nothing he couldn’t handle himself.
“ I know
for a fact you’re not self-conscious about how you look so how exactly do you
intend to persuade me if you’re gonna run around shirtless?” That earned you a smile. You followed him
into the bathroom as he ran some water of the shower already. He used with hot
water, and it took some time for the thing to heat up. He got under the water
but you knew he could still hear you and vice versa.
“ I’m serious, y/n.”
“ About the being without me for a while… Indefinitely you mean? You’re never
gonna stop being who you are, doing what you do. I ain’t going anywhere. I know
the risks and the code to the gun safe.” He looked at you proudly through
strands of hair stuck to his face.
“ My little rascal. No, just until I know for sure he wasn’t working for
someone or a copycat.”
“ Not a chance that I’m staying away from you Jason. If I’m not around you get
even more trigger-happy out there.”
“ How’d you know?”
“ I just do.”
even try to contend your statement. This wasn’t a first, but last time you had
a massive fight over it. He seemed almost too calm now, concerned rather than
pissed off because you wouldn’t listen to his suggestion of steering clear from
him. Like he didn’t expect anything else from you at this point. You decided to
just let him shower and looked at him. Damn, he looked good, almost unreal. The
most attractive zombie you’d ever seen. When he was drying off he looked at you
again, with the torn expression he had before.
You walked over to him and noticed he kept his hands off of you, not even
pulling you into a hug. Considering just how physical he usually was, you
couldn’t see that as a good sign.
“ Jason, mind telling me why you’re not even touching me?” No response. “Hey,
look at me. You’re not going to lose me. I’d crawl my way out of the grave to
be with you too”
He looked at you with a sense of guilt in his eyes somehow. “ You might not get
You clung to him, head on his still on his bare chest, and felt his hands slip
around you as well. He pulled you close, first carefully as if you’d break then
the way you were used to. Old habits die hard.
“ I’d lose
my goddamn mind without you. “ he practically whispered against your hair.
“ I’m afraid you’re beyond that point anyway Jay. “ The fact that he didn’t
come up with a quip to counter yours showed just how haunted he was by the
thought of losing you. When you backed up a little you noticed the trail a tear
left on his cheek. Jason didn’t do bawling, barely did crying, so that meant
that it got to him. Damnit.
save or avenge me.” He cringed at the word avenge, thinking of what that
“ I love you. I’d rather not have to avenge you.” He said, in a surprisingly
“ I know. But I’m dating you of all people. They’d only come after me if they
had a death wish.”
“ Some of ‘em do. Hell, most of them
do. What have I got to fucking offer you anyway? You’ve got a life, I’m
spending my nights hunting monsters down. And I can’t get the damn image of
that woman out of my head, but then as you. “
“ Then we have to replace it with another image. Of a very, very alive and safe
You grabbed his hand and lead him to the bed while unzipping your cardigan. At first he seemed frozen in place but he
caved quickly when he saw the look in your eyes, that you weren’t just doing
this in an attempt to make him feel less like shit.
knew it he had helped you out of the rest of your clothes as well and you ended
up underneath the sheets. His touch, his body felt warm against your skin, that
hadn’t changed since the Lazarus pit. He was still hot-blooded in personality
and sheer body heat. And you still reveled in both. His kisses were greedy,
desperate, like this was the last chance he’d ever get to be with you. You
pushed him away but he started kissing your neck.
“ Jay, not that I’m complaining but…” “ Shhh, unless you’re about to tell me
what you want just stop thinking.” He found
a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.
“ Fuck you’re good at this.”
“ You’re still looking at me as if you’re saying goodbye somehow. Like you’re
trying to get the image of me in your head.” By now you could read the man like
He wanted to get back to your neck but you shoved him off of you and got on top
“ Jay, I’m not going anywhere. And I’m gonna be in more harm’s way if I try to
track you down after you decided to move. And we both know I’ll do it. I won’t
deal with you being stripped from my life again.” He sighed, still staring at
you. He felt his way up from your tighs to your side to your breasts where he
lingered before moving to your arms and shoulders when you leaned forward a
little, supporting on your arms. You couldn’t help but lean in to his touch.
Didn’t help your resistance that he looked at you with a look of amazement in
his eyes. As if he couldn’t believe you were even real.
“ You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. “
“ Flattery isn’t gonna get you off the hook, Jason. Promise me you won’t
He gritted his teeth, looking you in the eyes again. He pushed your arms from
under you, landing your upper body on top of him. “ You really gotta learn to
shut up from time to time.” He knotted his fingers in your hair and and kissed
you, deepening the kiss and making you get lost in it again. He gently put you
on your back again and caressed your body and traced butterfly kisses from your
collar bone down to your stomach where he lingered for a little while.
When he wasn’t kissing you somewhere the sense of panic of him leaving crept up
on you again.
“ ‘C mon Jason. I’m better off with you watching over me.”
He tried to get lower but you put stopped him with your knees, he looked at you
“ Babe, we both know you can’t stop me.”
“ We both you know you wouldn’t do anything if I didn’t want you to.” He
“ I’m just trying to keep you alive.”
“ Then stay. Promise me. “ He got off of you and rolled over to his side of the
You sighed. “You get a week, I’ll work from here for the time being. This place
is surprisingly well secured and I got taught how to use a gun by you. I’ll
wear a bulletproof vest whenever you’re away. And then we drop this. Deal?” He
ran his hand through his still wet hair, seeming to convince himself to go. You
put your hand on his abdomen and kissed him, up his body, properly, not
“ Besides…” You got to his lips and pressed your body against his as well as
you could. “ How long can you really go without this? ”
“ Fucking hell, fine.” He grabbed you from the back of your head and kissed you
greedily again, this time just with the familiar fire that seemed to be running
through his veins. He grabbed a condom and got on top of you again. “ If you
want me to I can first…”
“ No. I’ve waited long enough.” He grinned and placed the palm of his hand on
your chest while he went down on you. After he had you gasping for air almost
making you come, you managed to bring out “ You’re fucking evil Jason.”
“ No, but I am about to…” He got in you. “ fuck you though.”
“ Always.” He kissed you again, hard, and as you felt him moving with you.
After you came together, he whispered in your ear. “ I love you. So much it
hurts to know how much danger it puts you in.”
You kissed his shoulder.
“ Imagine what it’s like being me then. At least I’m not hunting down the scum
of the earth.”
“ Just Gotham.”
“ Cause that’s reassuring.”
He laughed, and you could tell he wasn’t faking it. “ You’re glorious. In every
way. Looks, personality,.. what the fuck did I ever do to get you?”
“ Come back from the dead? I mean, I seem to have a thing for zombies? “
“ Really, got a history do you?”
“ Nooo… just one. But hey, when you got your hands on the hot one.” He brushed
some hair out of your face.
“ I adore you.”
“ Likewise. “
He seemed happy again, demons driven away. At least for a while. But regardless
of whether he wanted you to or not; you would be there to do so whenever he
needed you to.
Because you needed nights like these at least as much.
Well. This image from Battlefront II. Before this week we wondered, “What will Kylo Ren look like in The Last Jedi? Will he still be hot?” And now, looking at this pic and the poster and teaser, we know the answer: even hotter. No one can say this character is anything but a Disney prince: brooding, romantic, handsome, desirable.
After staring at this for an indecent amount of time tonight, I have a strong reaction (besides “gahhh!”). This is not the out-of-control, crazed, awkward, reactive Kylo Ren of VII. He has been humbled, gravely injured, and presumably put through grueling mental and physical training by Snoke since we last saw him. This picture says to me that he has gained focus and gravitas; he is controlled where before he was impulsive. He will be bent on finishing what he tried to start in The Force Awakens - whether that’s Grandfather’s agenda or Snoke’s. Or his own (please).
Kylo Ren IMO is now an adult - wiser and stronger. He is less likely to make misjudgments and to act foolishly out of raw emotion. He will have a strategy and newly honed powers and skills.
We should take him seriously – and so should Luke and Rey.
Could you do a smutty imagine where tom or peter are on the phone with hazy or tony and you’re giving him a blow job.
Over 1000 words of Tom smut. Hope you guys are happy
Tom pushed your shirt up further, pressing you further against the wall as his lips continued to trail down your neck. You felt him smirk as your fingers tangled in his hair, a guttural moan echoing around the room. You pulsed under his exploring hands, back curving in pleasure.