So - if I read her tags right, stephmorgan’s birthday is tomorrow, April 22! Since some people will be boycotting the web in protest of CISPA tomorrow, I’m posting this tonight.
An retrospective of Zane’s eyes……
Zane stopped into the bathroom to straighten his tie and check to make…
Happy birthday stephmorgan
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Happy B-Day Stephmorgan!!! Have a blast!
Hold you
“Ty.” Zane’s low voice was followed by the touch of his hand and a firm tug that shifted Ty closer to his partner, and after another tug, Zane pulled Ty practically onto his lap and against his chest, then wrapped his arms around him securely. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m here.”
Divide & Conquer, Chapter 14
Rub your back/tummy“Tell me?” Zane murmured as he rubbed Ty’s back, trying to soothe him. It was like working with a spooked horse, and it had been decades since Zane had tried to rein one in.
Armed & Dangerous, Chapter 8Kiss you
Zane moved closer, his eyes rapt on Ty’s. Ty’s hand moved from his chin to cup his cheek, and Zane leaned to kiss him carefully. The kiss demanded nothing. It was merely a sentiment of love and devotion from one man to another.
Touch & Geaux, Chapter 14
Play with your hair“Oh, come on. The one time I take a swing at him, and he still comes out better than I do? There’s funny in that. Like Charlie Brown with the football.”
Zane smiled a little and rolled his eyes. He reached up to touch Ty, sliding his fingers along the base of his skull into his hair.
Stars & Stripes, Chapter 2Tell you funny stories about me
“You know, if you don’t want to talk about it, I’m not that big on talking anyway,” Ty offered softly. “I won’t mind.”
Zane sighed. “Nah. It’s just silly.” He winced. “I was on the square-dancing team.”
Sticks & Stones, Chapter 7Sing to you
Ty readjusted his hold, pulling him closer and starting into the slow sway again. He began to hum along with the song, and soon he was singing quietly near Zane’s ear.
Divide & Conquer, Chapter 9Keep you warm
“C’mon, Grady. I’ll give you the warm spot.”
Ty draped his arm over Zane’s shoulders as they walked. “I’ve trained you well,” he claimed, sounding very pleased with himself.
Zane chuckled. “You do realize the only warm spot in that tent will be under me?”
Sticks & Stones, Chapter 12Bring you food
“I brought some lunch.”
“Ugh,” Ty responded automatically as the thought of food made his stomach protest.
“Yeah, I figured that would be your reaction.” Zane’s voice held a hint of amusement. “So I got chicken, mashed potatoes, and biscuits. Plain stuff to settle your stomach.”
Divide & Conquer, Chapter 5Watch your favorite movies/shows
“No,” Ty said, serious as he stopped and turned to look at Zane. “I don’t have to go home with you.”
Zane raised an eyebrow and cocked his head.
“I can’t wait to get home with you. Even if it’s just to crawl in bed and watch that stupid-ass show you like so much, I don’t care. Whatever I do, I’m glad I’m with you.”
Stars & Stripes, Chapter 1Draw you funny little pictures
“You are going to draw me something, and you’re going to do it tonight.”
Zane laughed. “What?”
“You should draw me a tattoo!”
Stars & Stripes, Chapter 4Tell you how much I love you
“I love you,” Ty said, the quiet words devoid of any self-consciousness or his usual bravado. “And I’ve never been able to say that before with such conviction. I can’t remember a time that you weren’t the first thing I thought of, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don’t care what stands in our way.”
Armed & Dangerous, Chapter 12Awwwwww ♥
Love this!
OMG. *sniff* This was amazing.
Oh! Right in the feels!!! Thanks for sharing that! *sob*
William Levy is my Ty Grady, hawt hawt hawt!!
The lips, the eyes, the muscles, the right height, he’s perfect!!
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Some nights Derek has nightmares.
He sees his old house on fire, his favourite toys getting swallowed by flames; hears the miserable howl he and Laura let echo over town the first night all on their own. He can smell Kate’s perfume that used to make his heart race impossibly fast; can see the darkness in her eyes and the smile on her lips the day the Argents left Beacon Hills as he watched her hidden in the shadows. He can hear the way his sister’s pulse quickens with fear whenever he’s too far out of her sight and he can smell the sickness of burnt flesh all over his Uncle Peter when he visits him at the hospital.
He wakes up with a jackhammer heart and a damp forehead; on worse nights, his claws are out, inches from ripping the sheets with his teeth sore and aching in his mouth. He gasps for air and presses his forehead into the back of Stiles’ head, inhaling the familiar scent of safety and listens to his slow and steady heartbeat, forcing his own to match its pace.
Those nights, Stiles make them switch positions.
Once Derek’s got his breathing under wrap and his head isn’t filled with smokey red, Stiles turns in his arms and nudges Derek’s shoulder with his forehead until Derek rolls over onto his other side. He wraps his arms round Derek’s waist, tangling their legs together and burying his face in the nape of Derek’s neck.
He doesn’t say anything; Derek knows it’s because he’s had his own share of nightmares in the past. He doesn’t ask if he wants to talk about or if he’s okay; he simply pulls Derek firmly against his front and doesn’t let go until the next morning. He’ll rub the sleep out of his eyes, smelling of happiness and warmth, as he chuckles and leans over Derek’s shoulder to kiss his cheek like nothing Derek does will ever drive him away. Like Stiles will always be there to comfort him and remind him what home and love is.
Derek can count on the nightmares; but he can also count on Stiles to help him through.
THIS IS AMAZING!!
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Some nights Derek has nightmares.
He sees his old house on fire, his favourite toys getting swallowed by flames; hears the miserable howl he and Laura let echo over town the first night all on their own. He can smell Kate’s perfume that used to make his heart race impossibly fast; can see the darkness in her eyes and the smile on her lips the day the Argents left Beacon Hills as he watched her hidden in the shadows. He can hear the way his sister’s pulse quickens with fear whenever he’s too far out of her sight and he can smell the sickness of burnt flesh all over his Uncle Peter when he visits him at the hospital.
He wakes up with a jackhammer heart and a damp forehead; on worse nights, his claws are out, inches from ripping the sheets with his teeth sore and aching in his mouth. He gasps for air and presses his forehead into the back of Stiles’ head, inhaling the familiar scent of safety and listens to his slow and steady heartbeat, forcing his own to match its pace.
Those nights, Stiles make them switch positions.
Once Derek’s got his breathing under wrap and his head isn’t filled with smokey red, Stiles turns in his arms and nudges Derek’s shoulder with his forehead until Derek rolls over onto his other side. He wraps his arms round Derek’s waist, tangling their legs together and burying his face in the nape of Derek’s neck.
He doesn’t say anything; Derek knows it’s because he’s had his own share of nightmares in the past. He doesn’t ask if he wants to talk about or if he’s okay; he simply pulls Derek firmly against his front and doesn’t let go until the next morning. He’ll rub the sleep out of his eyes, smelling of happiness and warmth, as he chuckles and leans over Derek’s shoulder to kiss his cheek like nothing Derek does will ever drive him away. Like Stiles will always be there to comfort him and remind him what home and love is.
Derek can count on the nightmares; but he can also count on Stiles to help him through.
Gah! Love it!
Okay, so I got a request for Ty & Zane spending a Sunday morning in bed together just being sappy and fluffy. Now, while I think I did successfully include a nice dose of mushy times, I couldn’t quite help myself from setting it up with JUSTALITTLE angst. :)
I wrote this one pretty fast, so hopefully it still turned out okay. Thank you guys so much for taking the time to read my stuff, I really appreciate it!
(And as always, MOAR PROMPTS!)
*Sniff* Beautiful darling! Oh please let this be canon someday!
KRISTINA’S DREAMCAST: Cut & Run by Abigail Roux
Eric Bana as Zane Garrett
“I am one badass motherfucker on a motorcycle. I’m a geek. I’m an artist.”
*sigh*
JFC! Where has that second picture been all my life?
“…and I’m yours” *sign*
