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
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.
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.
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.
A/N: hello lovelies! here is a little blurb i wrote based on a prompt about post-VMAs sex with Shawn in his suit. that suit was hella hot so yeah, i couldn’t resist. this is a twist on that request and it takes place in the TKST universe, some time in the future of their timeline! enjoy!!
You didn’t go to the show with him because this thing you’ve got is still so fresh. Only a handful of people know, some of his friends and family, and some of yours, and it’s still too new to go public. You’re both still learning each other, even though you feel so easily comfortable with him already.
But that just makes you want to protect this thing you’ve got with him from prying eyes even more, because you’ve never had anything quite like it. It’s safe but electric, surprises you yet comforts you. It’s never the same, but he always feels familiar to you for some reason.
You think you could maybe love him. You just need time. And that means privacy, too.
Requested! I love this idea! I’ve seen a few anons ask a few other pages about this and was like, I seriously wanna write that. Now that I have been asked I couldn’t be more excited. I love these requests, SEND MORE!
He’s been grumpy lately.
Late nights at the studio, early mornings at the gym, constantly working with no breaks at all, and he hasn’t been able to see you at all. That was the worst part for him, he could handle late nights and early mornings. Not seeing you was what was making him grumpy.
You’re on your lovely (notice the sarcasm) time of the month. So you have a migraine, cramps and you are just irritable. Him not being around much lately isn’t helping your mood either.
So when he makes a snide comment about nothing really you lose it. It turns into a screaming match between the two of you and you can feel the anger radiating off the both of you.
It’s just tense in the apartment, you could cut the tension with a knife.
“I’m done arguing with you Shawn.” You huff as you start to walk away from him.
“Where are you going?” He asks, still seething.
“To our room, don’t follow me!” You shout at him.
“Fuck!” He grumbles, kicking the couch.
You stomp up the stairs to your bedroom and sit on the sofa in the corner of the room. You are pretty heated but you just need to sit an cool down, the both of you do.
You grab your headphones and plug them into your phone as you start your slow song playlist, hoping that will mellow out your mood. You close your eyes and try to relax and let your attitude fade.
About ten songs in, ‘bout 20 minutes after your fight, you have to leave the bedroom. It’s just too fucking cold in there. So you walk out to the living room and slump on the couch opposite Shawn. He looks up from his phone, his headphones in as well, and watches you.
You go back to closing your eyes, but his stare is bugging you. You still don’t want to talk to him so you text him instead.
Stop staring at me
He looks back at his phone and then starts typing angrily.
You look hot as fuck
You can only read it with the tension that held your last conversation. So you respond back that way.
He huffs as he messages back/
You want to smile, even in the midst of a fight he still says you look hot. But then you remember the point of the fight and are mad again.
You sit there and rub your goosebumps on your arms. You look over at the couch and notice that he has the throw blanket over his legs.
It’s so fucking cold in the house, and you are already in sweats and a long sleeve shirt. The only other option you have is to start another argument by stealing his blanket or just go sit with him.
He keeps looking up at you periodically and then goes back to watching something on his phone. You roll your eyes and groan, this music isn’t mellowing you out at all.
You stood up and walked over to him, he looked up and watched you as you stood above him. You picked up the blanket and slid in next to him on the couch. He stared down at you as you tucked yourself into his side, him wrapping an arm around you. You sigh at the new found warmth and pull an earbud out of your ear. He does the same and you both just stare at each other.
“I’m sorry.” He says first. You sigh and lean into his chest.
“I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have been such a bitch.” You say looking back up to him.
“Hey, whoa.” He cuts you off. “You were not and are not a bitch, I was the one being an asshole and I’m sorry for that. I’ve just been really tired lately and I haven’t been around and I was mad at the fact that I only have like today with you for a while.” He says looking away.
“We only have one day together, and you wanna spend it fighting?” You giggle.
“No, I don’t know. I was just,”
“Grumpy, you were grumpy.” You say smiling at him. “I was too.”
“Yeah.” He sighs.
“I’m sorry and I love you.” You say as he starts to play with your hair.
“I love you too.” He smiles softly and leans down and connects your lips. He was soft and sweet.
“What are you watching?” You ask as he pulls away.
“Greys, wanna watch?” He asks handing you the unused ear bud. You put it in your ear and take yours out.
You both sit there until food is needed. You just sit in his arms, cuddling each other close. He just holds you, really close, to let him know that you are there. You are there with him and aren’t just going to disappear.
He smiles to himself when you fall asleep on his shoulder. He opens his messages and texts Andrew back.
Hey man thanks for the idea, she got cold and came to me to keep her warm. I’m gonna have to keep the whole ‘turn the ac down’ in my back pocket. Worked like a charm.
He smirks and clicks send. Nuzzling his face into her hair, falling asleep with her.