#living the jared arn life

[slaapkat]

the way @ufonaut and I just spent 40min trying to open a bottle of wine because neither of us in our galaxy brained minds ever considered the possibility that a £6 bottle of wine would ever be corked until we gave up and went across the street in our pajamas to ask a very kind young bartender boy at a fancy hotel bar to borrow his corkscrew and then spent another 10 minutes trying to open it the proper way. all so we could properly watch the Flash Gordon movie <3

[ufonaut]

Do you have any xmas headcanons about alan scott and/or jared stevens :)

SORT OF? they’re not very christmas-y because neither alan nor jared strike me as particularly big on holidays though!

i think that alan effectively didn’t celebrate anything at all until he started living with doiby so that’s about twenty something years of christmas being Just Another Day and i think his feelings about it kind of remain exactly that for the vast majority of his life. as per certain things confirmed in the green lantern: sleepers novel series, there’s a chance he’d have marginally more positive feelings about being invited to any hanukkah-related thing with his best friend jimmy pre-train-crash but generally i think he’s indifferent to like... nearly every holiday

he WILL however manifest at jay’s christmas parties for the free food and then disappear mysteriously, usually by walking through a wall. after the kids happen, alan probably finds himself forced to be marginally more invested in christmas but it’s still in his usual manner of approaching these things, which is to say he gets both kids one gift “because they’re twins” (like that explains anything) and is sure he’s done enough. in present day, unless he’s actively talked into Doing Things i think he’s content to stay in his extremely divorced man penthouse with his jennie-mandated decorations and work on his antique radio collection through the night like some sorta weirdo

AS FOR JARED. he’s literally only got arnold burnsteel, best friend/conspiracy theorist extraordinaire, and whatever assorted friends arn might introduce him to (rare) so he & arn probably just get Tremendously Catastrophically Wasted like god intended (at arn’s place because jared is canonically squatting in an apartment above a porn theatre) and hang out all day doing nothing in particular with their charlie-brown-esque xmas tree. jared probably gets subjected to the star wars holiday special, which arn claims is “good” and “watchable” and “they’re not called wookers, dude”. they obviously exchange gifts because they love each other dearly but it’s like, pack of cigs & earrings (for jared) and pack of cigs & a book abt bigfoot sightings (for arn)

[slaapkat]

♦, ✿, ☼ for JARED STEVENS and ☾, ∇, ■ for KYLE RAYNER

JARED

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

terrible terrible old man taste in music. huge elvis fan and collected all his records (until holly took them all in the divorce). unironic fan of the Beatles (illegal). taught himself to do that fancy butterfly knife trick as the expense of fucking up his hands (so much). has a steadily growing collection of lighters because he can’t keep track of which ones actually work but never throws them away so he keeps asking to borrow other’s but never gives them back :/

✿ - Sex headcanon

implying jared has sex <3 jk I think Jared’s pretty vanilla when it comes to sex because ultimately he just wants a connection but unfortunately doesn’t think he’s worthy of any real affection. tho that’s not to say he has a horrible horrible type (lobo, alan scott)

☼ - appearance headcanon

in the immortal style of wagner and giffen Jared’s a pretty lanky if not outright skinny dude. default state is a mullet but he usually fucks it up because he cuts his own hair. also dyes his own hair, usually in the nearest sink available (arn’s). did all his piercings himself and had more when he was younger but got rid of them all except the earrings for one reason or another (marrying holly) since like keith giffen i truly believe he used to be super punk back in the day (before marrying holly). also after he comes back to life the fact that mordru stabbed him with the fate knife means that scar never quite. heals like it should. so he always carries that with him.

KYLE

☾ - sleep headcanon

needs absolute darkness but can sleep through a bomb blast. needs at minimum three blankets two of them being weighted. needs a stuffed animal to hug.

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

im gonna take a page from the rest of the nineties boys and say kyle steps back from the green lantern business at large and semi retires/retires. what are the guardians gonna do? take his ring? the ring he made? get real. he goes to do his own thing and he’s fine with it.

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

messy and also incredibly nerdy. canonically has a bookshelf full of weeb shit, gundam godzilla sailor moon the whole nine yards. doesn’t care too much about keeping too tidy because he knows where everything is.

[slaapkat]

jared stevens/sandy sand sanderson the golden boy hawkins for 27

27. Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

(for some minor background context, i wholly recommend��this fic)

Suffice to say, Jared hadn’t predicted ending up like this. Fate powers being what they were, his own future tended to be impossible to predict anyways, the persistent effect of staring into a dirty, smudged mirror with the lights off. That being said-- he still tended to have a pretty good idea of what was in store for him. A hard life, followed by an inconsequential death. That had been accomplished easily enough, but with his unceremonious return to the land of the living Jared’s future and where he would end up next had once again become nigh-indecipherable. 

Not that he was complaining about where he had ended up.

Namely, in the lap of a one Sandy Hawkins, aka Sand, aka-- Sandman? The Sandman? Whatever the fuck he called himself now, Jared couldn’t keep up and found the whole secret identity deal silly enough as it was. Silly, but-- cute. 

Yeah, so he found the kid cute. Jared could hear Arn snickering in the back of his mind. Granted, “kid” was pushing it for someone technically older than sliced bread, but those doe-eyes and blond curls left him incapable of calling him anything else. It was cute, and it was why Jared currently found himself in Sandy’s aforementioned lap, kissing the utter living daylights out of him and absolutely going to town on that neck of his. 

Sandy was breathless with it, clutching at Jared for all he was worth. This-- relationship they’ve come to have was still somewhat new, still exciting enough for the both of them. Sandy was the one friend in the JSA Jared had while Arn went off to pick up the pieces of his life, and Jared-- Jared was something to Sandy, he knew that much. Kindred spirits, possibly, both of them men out of time in their own respects, both of them outsiders in their own ways. They gravitated towards each other naturally, after a time. 

It passed the time, at least. The JSA geezers still didn’t let him out too much, still gave him a wide berth with his clothes and hair and jewelry-- but Sandy kept him company. Sandy sought out his company. It was more touching than Jared cared to admit. He was more than willing to return the favor. 

“Is-- is this okay?” Sandy asks waveringly, voiced roughened from their kissing as his hands slid down to grasp at the seat of Jared’s jeans. “Does this feel-- good?”

Jared has to laugh at that, a high-pitched little giggle muffled into the crook of Sandy’s neck, enamored by the sheer earnestness of the question. Sandy’s inexperienced, but he… tries. Jared can appreciate the enthusiasm, even if he has little to no ass to speak of. His poor, bony butt deserves a little love too. 

“Knock yerself out, kid,” Jared says by way of answer; he leans back and settles against Sandy’s hands bracing him. Sandy, for his part, smiles up at him, bright and easy and warm despite the slight nerves still lurking underneath. Jared can’t help but smile back, something in his chest constricting, and leans back in for another kiss, full of intent and purpose. It’s part an effort to distract himself from that feeling, part one of a personal mission to muss up that perfect Golden Boy image that the rest of the JSA seemed so insistent on maintaining. A hardcore make out session was a perfect answer to both.

“Wow,” Sandy says dazedly when they finally break apart for air. “That was-- wow.”

“I’ll say,” Jared drawls, his Boston accent coming on thick with the thrill of it. “You sure know how to show a guy a wicked good time.”

Sandy snorts with a somewhat hysterical little giggle of his own, and pulls Jared in just close enough to plant a quick, soft kiss right on his cheek, just below the ankh.

Not a bad night, all things considered. 

[ufonaut]

the way @ufonaut and I just spent 40min trying to open a bottle of wine because neither of us in our galaxy brained minds ever considered the possibility that a £6 bottle of wine would ever be corked until we gave up and went across the street in our pajamas to ask a very kind young bartender boy at a fancy hotel bar to borrow his corkscrew and then spent another 10 minutes trying to open it the proper way. all so we could properly watch the Flash Gordon movie <3