harry styles track by track aesthetic.
  • meet me in the hallway: wandering the streets at two am on a thursday morning. rain hitting against the windows. half remembered dreams. laying in bed with your headphones on.
  • sign of the times: the last warm day of the year. too hot coffee. sitting outside of a party listening to the muffled music playing coming through the door.
  • carolina: the hottest day of the year. dive bars. the feeling of being in the middle of a crowd at a concert with everyone singing along. a cold beer.
  • two ghosts: growing up. sitting on the roof of your house and crying. pretending to not notice an ex when you walk by them on the street. missing someone.
  • sweet creature: driving with the windows down on the first day of summer. seeing your loved ones for the first time in a long time. iced tea. petting your dog.
  • only angel: the build up right before you kiss someone you're into. walking down a city street. that sweet spot when you're drinking and you feel like you can fly.
  • kiwi: heartbeat going a little too fast. being on a roller coaster right before the drop. going to a twenty-four hour diner with your friends and laughing too loud.
  • ever since new york: watching the sunset. saying goodbye. the moment in between being asleep and being wide awake after a good night's sleep. sitting in your friend's backyard staring at the stars.
  • woman: ducks.
  • from the dining table: sitting on the floor with your knees against your chest. staring at your cell phone and waiting for a text. the day you realize all the holiday lights have been taken down. realizing that this chapter in your life is over.

❝ Trying to catch your heart, is like trying to catch a star.❞

Happy Belated Birthday, Airo ♡ !!

Underrated Films

(you should totally see)

  1. Never Let Me Go (2010) (Carey Mulligan, Andrew Garfield, Keira Knightley)
  2. The Perfect Score (2004) (Chris Evans, Scarlett Johansson, Bryan Greenberg, Erika Christensen)
  3. Just Friends (2005) (Ryan Reynolds, Anna Ferris) (Hysterical)
  4. Grind (2003) (Adam Brody, Jennifer Morrison, Mike Vogel)
  5. Sweet Home Alabama (2002) (Funny as hell and super sweet)
  6. Drive Me Crazy (1999)
  7. She’s the Man (2006)
  8. Chasing Liberty (2004) (Mandy Moore, Matthew Goode, and Europe)
  9. The Skulls (2000) (Joshua Jackson and Paul Walker)
  10. About Time (2013) (Rachel McAdam, Domhall Gleeson)
  11. Orange County (2002) (Jack Black and Colin Hanks)
  12. Alpha Dog (2006) (True Story, chilling, brutal)
  13. Wicker Park (2004) (great thriller)
  14. Stay Alive (2006) (Sophia Bush and a scary ass but good mystery horror)
  15. LOL (2012) (I know it’s Miley but the story is good)
  16. Naomi and Ely’s No Kiss List (2015)
  17. What A Girl Wants (2003) (Some of Amanda Bynes best and sweetest)
  18. How To Deal (2003) (Mandy Moore, deep, and real)
  19. In Your Eyes (2014) (romance, thriller, telepathy)
  20. Project X (2012) (one of the most epic movie parties ever)
jupiter aspects

sun: expanded ego
moon: expanded emotions
mercury: thoughts that are too fast for words
venus: huge affections, indulgent, sickly sweet
mars: expanded drive

Now It's Three In The Morning

Originally posted by notheartbroken

She calls him up for a good time but something’s wrong. //loosely inspired by “why’d you only call me when you’re high” by arctic monkeys. fluffy, not smutty sorry. i was in my feels. 

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Live Stream (Kian Lawley)

(Y/N pov)
I feel a vibration in my pocket and pull out my phone

kianlawley started a live video

I smile and slide over the notification opening my phone with my finger print, just to see my goofball of a boyfriend on the screen.
“Y/N’s on the livestream, heeyyyyyy” his voice comes through my phone.

“Hi kian, why are you live? You never go live.”
I type into the rapidly flowing comment section. I see Kian set his phone down and start to stare at the comments.

“Hi…why are you…” I hear him mumble under his breath, he’s reading my comment.

Since I’m verified and we follow each other, it’s quite easy for him to pick out my comment from the other 191,738.

“Because I want to Y/N, DO SUMMTHIN BOUT IT!” He says in a silly tone making weird hand gestures. I can see him holding back a smile

“Alright guys what should I do on here?” “A challenge, a dareee, read a buuuhhhk, show ya some baybee pictures” kian says in a few of those funny voices he does “ooohh wait actually look at this, it’s a picture of me and my baby” he takes a pause to hold up the picture of us on our one year anniversary “is she still on here?” He questions focusing on the comments

“Aww my love, you look dashing😻”
I type rapidly, a wide smile on my face

“Not as beautiful as you babe” kian says smiling “ALRIGHT WHAT SHOULD I DO??” He says while clapping his hands loudly once.

“Siiiinnngggg” I comment,
I know that’ll get him mad. He hates when people ask him to sing

As he’s reading all the comments he says “No Jc’s not home I can’t do that, no Y/N isn’t here she’s literally watching the live *chuckle*, NO EVERYBODY I cannot pull any pranks I’m home alone right now!” He says once he catches the trend of the comments. Then mine comes across the screen, I can tell he sees it when his eyes widen “Oh geez” he exclaims “why the fuck would you comment that babe” he says rubbing his face with the palms of his hands

Then the comments start rolling in, “sing sing sing”
“omg yesss kian sing”
“we love your voice c'mon :( for us😚??”

“Okay okay okay, I hate Y/N for this. I’m just kidding I love her” he says grabbing the phone and holding the camera so we could see from his face down to his torso.

“Don’t be afraid baby :) I and almost 200,000+ people are cheering you on rn! <3”
I type into the phone, he sees it right away and sighs. I can tell his anxiety is kicking in.

“Ok guys I’m gonna put the camera facing the ceiling because I don’t want y'all to see my face… haha” he says “gosh I can’t believe I’m doing this” he says under his breath
“I’m gonna sing like a quick excerpt of a song because I am leaving in about 10 minutes….” he drags off
He’s coming over to my place.

“Ok guysss,” he starts as he places the camera down so the only view is a snippet of his brown locks. I hear him take a deep breath, so low you had to be reeeeaaalllyyyy listening to hear it. The sound of him gulping water went through the speakers briefly, he clears his throat and starts

“Our friends would all make fun of us and we’ll just laugh along because we know that none of them have felt this way, ooooohhhhhhh it’s what you do to meeeeee. Ooooooohhhh what you do to me….” he drags on the last note
(video here: https://wonderfuldolans.tumblr.com/post/161547385172/fatimateodoro-stockholmsyndromstyles-and)

All positive comments rolling in, “omg I didn’t know he could sing that well!!”

Kian moves the phone back up to its standing position. His cheeks are flushing red.

I decide to text him rather than comment
To, My babykian😍: “Hey baby I just wanted to let you know that your voice is beautiful and you blessed my ears love, ❤️❤️you’re so talented. Love you!! Had to say this NOT in front of 200,000 people lol”

I go back to the live to see that Kian has paused it, right then I get a text back

From, My babykian😍: “thank u baby❤️ that means the most comin from u😚✌🏼, I was so fucking nervous 😂 I don’t sing like that, ever.”

Kian then after a few seconds proceeds with the live, responding to a few fan comments, thanking them, etc.

I decide to comment anyways
“That was amazing my dear, and blush looks good on you ;). NOW COME OVER SO I CAN KISS YOU” I comment

Kian sees my comment and chuckles, “yea guys I do actually have to go now, I hope you liked that because I’m not doing that EVER AGAIN” he exclaims

“It’s alright y'all I’ll make him do it again ;)” I quickly type, all the comments agreeing with me/thanking me.

“Alright I love you all and I’ll try to do this live thing again soon but now I’m gonna go see my baby” kian says

“Love you my sweet boy, drive safe!” I comment lastly

“I will Y/N, alright everyone thanks for watching me be stupid for a few minutes, love you guyssssssssssss…” kian says as he ends the broadcast. Leaving me with the brightest smile on my face, that boy really is something special.

My phone then vibrates, a text from kian.

From, My babykian😍: “I’m expecting a serious reward upon my arrival 😏” I read

Ohhh boy.


Being a superhero isn’t glamorous by any stretch of the imagination. Heroes may get to drive sweet cars and travel to exotic locations, but they pay for those perks with their bodies and in blood. Batman famously showed off his own gruesome payments in a striking Alex Ross painting, and now those scars have finally been explained.

“I pulled [it] from a story I read as a kid; They referenced his naked back to a character that remarked it looked like a map of scars, but they didn’t show it. So, I always wondered what that would be physically. In my early 20s, I did a rough version of this piece that I would later update into a black-and-white pinup in a Batman black-and-white comic book,”

If you are curious about the story which inspired Ross to ink the striking Batman piece, then you only need to look at The Brave and the Bold #197.The comic featured a story penned by Alan Brennert and artist Joe Stanton. The piece follows Batman after he asks Catwoman to help him locate his loved ones once the Scarecrow abducted them. Batman was burned during the encounter, and Catwoman offers to treat the hero’s back and gets shocked by his grisly scars.

Looking down, Batman says, “Oh, that. Occupational hazard. Fifteen years of fighting will do that to a person. Sometimes, you learn to live with it.”

43. “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me”  Dan.

Hello, Love bugs! 

Dan X Reader

Warnings- Smut. Also this is a really long one.

Saying you hate crowds would be considered an understatement.You could never put it into words. It’s so much more than just people forgetting what personal space is. It’s even more than the thought of everyone looking at you thinking you’re strange. It’s an immense feeling in the pit of your stomach that tightens. It’s the way you feel your breathing changing to a more shallow breath. Dan understood how you feel in crowds and has always tried his hardest to help you through any emotions you were feeling. Today was an extra stressful day as you were not only in a crowd of strangers but it was a crowd of Dan’s family. 

“They will love you just as much as I love you.” That was easy for Dan to say. He wasn’t the one who was meeting a bunch of new people who were for sure judging you to see if you were right for there Dan.

 "What if they don’t. What if your aunt thinks I’m wrong for you and tells your mum and your mum tells your grandma and then she will hate me and then I will never be able to be with you because I can’t make you choose between myself and your family.“ Dan kisses you softly to try and get you to shut up for even just a second.

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Dating Jughead would include

Originally posted by hisbanshee

Requested by anon! sorry if this is short but I hope you enjoy loves :)

warnings: none

- cute nicknames

- Teasing him with the name “Forsythe Pendleton” when he’s mad

- But he can’t stay mad because you’re too cute

- “awww are you writing about me?”

- “no.”

- (you both know he is tho)

- Helping him with his novel (that only you’re allowed to see)


- Him laughing because you’re a dork

- “I’m gonna expose you, Jones. not such a genius after all huh”

- “I dare you.”

- Tickle fights

- Movie nights at the Drive In

- sweet forehead kisses

- long passionate kisses

- neither of you are big on PDA but you’re always holding hands

- you’re inseparable

- Being completely comfortable with each other, you can tell each other anything  

- deep talks

- stupid talks

- He LOVES Hugs and being close to you

- And ofc Dates at pop’s where you always steal each others food

- Him being overprotective because he worries about you a lot with everything that’s happened lately

- Having so many inside jokes

- You’re basically partners in crime

- Sharing the same dry sense of humour

- people assuming he’s always sad/mad but he’s actually the sweetest person ever

- Both complaining about “The rich kids from The Goonies”

- He’s not good with his emotions and you understand that and are always there for him

- You’re so thankful you have each other

- You both still feeling that tingling sensation in the pit of your stomachs every time you say “I love you”

- (which is a lot)

slow fall home

A story of Cas and Dean and meeting in barns. (Also my very belated 12x23 coda).

Castiel stands outside a barn.

If asked, he could recite the exact latitude and longitude of where he stands. He could break every sigil etched on the walls inside. He could snap his fingers and watch the building fall down before him.

 He does none of that. He simply begins to walk.

 His landing wasn’t perfect; his vessel still feels… off. The barn door slams inward without his giving much thought to it, the lights crackle and burst around him without his notice. He’s only looking at the man at the end, the one with the raised gun in his hands and the raised handprint on his shoulder, hidden just beneath his t-shirt.

 Dean Winchester shoots him in the chest, and Castiel feels nothing.

 Dean Winchester stabs him through his vessel’s heart, and he simply pulls away the blade, dropping it on the ground.

 “Who are you?” Dean asks, and Castiel detects the note of fear there. He doesn’t care if this man is afraid. He answers with his name. Dean asks what he is, and he tells the truth, because what else is there to say? Isn’t it obvious?

 “I’m an angel of the Lord.”

 “Get the hell out of here,” Dean says. “There’s no such thing.”

 He’s put off somewhat by Dean’s disbelief, by his combative nature. This is a man rescued from the Pit on the orders of Heaven. He should be filled with faith, brimming to overflowing with gratitude to God above and the angel before him.

Castiel begins to think the “Yeah, thanks for that” which preceded the stabbing was not sincere.

But he doesn’t need a heartfelt thank you. He doesn’t need Dean to look at him in awe, though he wants it enough to show off his wings. What Castiel does need is for this man to listen to him, to accept that he has a purpose. A purpose from Heaven, a destiny to fulfill. He’s a soldier in the war to come.

Dean asks, “Why would an angel rescue me from Hell?” and Castiel begins to think they’re making progress.

“Good things do happen, Dean.” That too should be obvious. The man stands before Castiel whole and alive, when mere days before he was flayed and torn, rotted to the core, black smoke starting to froth at the edges of his soul, bloody blade in hand, the product of four decades in hell.

“Not in my experience,” Dean says, with a clear edge to his voice that Castiel recognizes. He’s been briefed on this characteristic of Dean Winchester, the self-hatred that lives deep within his bones, not born there, but nurtured by a difficult childhood, thriving under the heavy hand of his father and the heavy weight of a hunter’s life.

He believes he’s expendable.

Dean doesn’t think he deserves to be saved, and Castiel doesn’t bother to tell him that he’s not really here to save him. He’s here to move Dean from the flames of Hell to the battlefield on Earth, to facilitate Dean’s transition to warrior of the Lord.

This is a mission. Dean is a mission. If he’s turning out to be more difficult than Castiel thought, well, he’ll discover some way to persuade him to be more amenable. Bring up Dean’s father, maybe. Threaten to throw him back into the Pit, possibly. It doesn’t matter what the tactic is, so long as complete compliance is achieved eventually.

“Why’d you do it?” Dean asks again.

“Because God commanded it,” Castiel responds. “Because we have work for you.”

Then he flies. He’ll come back to Dean when he needs him.  


Cas stands inside a barn.

When asked if he’s good, he says, “I guess so.” He can recall the burning acid in his stomach, the fear as his body’s organs turned to rot, the choking sensation of bile pouring out of his mouth. He can still see the terror in the Winchesters’ faces; the self-hatred, the belief of responsibility in Dean’s.

He tries not to think of that. Dean says, “Let’s go home,” and so he begins to walk.  

The healing came suddenly, but his body still feels… off. Dean pushes the barn door outward, and Cas slowly walks through it. Dean’s looking at him, a certain sadness in his eyes mingling with relief, and Cas doesn’t know what to say. He resists the urge to touch Dean’s shoulder. He’s not dying anymore.

He told Dean he loved him, in front of everyone, and Dean looked away.

Funny how love feels akin to a stab through the heart, just the way every cliché human love song claims.

“Are you —” Dean starts to ask him something, and Cas hears the lingering fear in his voice. Sam and Mary walk around them to the Impala and Cas waits in silence for Dean to finish his question, but the other man just sighs. Cas imagines the question to be something along the lines of can you drive yourself home?

“My grace is fine,” Cas says. He smiles weakly. “I’m still an angel. I’m all right.”

“Like hell,” Dean says, suddenly combative. “Don’t give me that crap. You almost died.”

Cas startles at the vehemence of this statement, the anger in Dean’s eyes. He’s never quite sure what to say to Dean, the right words to string together to avoid his ire. Cas is all right. He’s still standing, still useful.

Cas begins to think that perhaps Dean didn’t want Cas to confess his love while dying, to add another weight to Dean’s chest.

But he doesn’t need love in return, he tells himself. Cas doesn’t need Dean to tell him sweet things, to drive him home. It’s enough that he cares, enough that he asked Cas back to the bunker. Maybe he’ll allow Cas to stay for a few days, until his body stops trembling in ways he can’t seem to control, until he’s back on his feet. Back to being useful for the battles to come.

Dean says, “Cas. C’mon, man, talk to me,” and Cas wonders what Dean wants him to say.

“I can drive myself back, Dean, it’s fine.” Dean looks at him oddly, almost like he’s hurt. “Look, I’m whole. No more goo.” He tries to smile again, and Dean still refuses to smile back. “I’m healed.”

“Whatever, man,” Dean says, with a clear edge to his voice that Castiel recognizes. He still doesn’t understand what he’s done wrong. He worried Dean, he knows, but he’s healed now. He can still be of use. He doesn’t need to be coddled like the child he never was.

He’s not useless.

Dean turns to walk back to the Impala, and Cas doesn’t bother to call out “You’re welcome to ride with me,” though he wants to. Cas’s mission is to watch over the Winchesters. He doesn’t want Dean to have to worry, to think he needs to be the one to watch over Cas. Cas is a warrior. He’s used to battle wounds.  

But this, watching Dean walk away, this feels like a particularly deep wound, a wound not caused by any lance. It’s turning out to be more difficult than Cas thought, to not expect Dean to say something. To not have it acknowledged that yes, Cas may love all of the Winchesters, but that first admission belonged to Dean and Dean alone.  

As he reaches his car, Dean turns and asks, “Are you following us back?”

“I don’t know,” Cas responds, feeling lost and adrift. “I… I have some work I need to do, looking for Kelly. You can call me the next time you have a case.”

Dean’s jaw clenches. He gets in the car, and the Winchesters drive away. Cas stands outside the barn, wondering when he’ll be needed again.


Cas wakes in a barn.

He doesn’t know where he is. He sees the sigils on the walls, but they swim before his eyes. He waves a hand in front of his face, shocked to see his fingers intact and whole, flesh not yet withered off the bone.

He tries to sit up. He can’t. If he wanted to walk out of this place, he’s not sure he could.

His body shakes, his vision tilts. Cas feels so… off. He hears a door slamming, and he tries to turn his head. The lights in this barn blur together, but he can see a man moving toward him. Cas lies still on the floor and wonders if he should feel afraid.

Then the face of Dean Winchester forms out of the blurred lights, kneeling next to him, and Cas starts to cry, though he doesn’t quite understand why.

Dean reaches out to hold his face, breathlessly saying, “Cas, oh thank god,” and Cas leans into the touch, his heart pounding in his chest.

“You’re alive,” Dean says, voice wavering, and Cas can hear the relief. He’s not sure what happened, why they’re here, and Dean asks him a question that only rings in his ears. He tries to speak, but his mouth feels dry and his words clog up his throat.

“I’m —“ he manages, thinking that alive sits on the tip of that sentence. He remembers Lucifer, remembers the blade sticking out of his chest, now.

“The hell spawn gave us a spell,” Dean says, still sounding choked. “He said it would bring you back, and I… God, I begged and begged him for it. It took so long, I didn’t think you would ever…”

He’s shocked to see Dean crying now as well, his usual smirking countenance replaced by a torrent of tears. Cas should be trying to comfort him, but his lungs are swelling as they take in air, trying to breathe past the tightness in his chest, choked by this display of grief finally ended. His heart overflows with love for the man before him.

Cas feels like he’s beginning to see the real Dean, the Dean who would walk up to Lucifer’s son, the most powerful being on the planet, and ask for Cas’s life.

And he needs to touch Dean. He reaches out to run his hand through his friend’s hair, and Dean looks at him, smiling faintly through tears. Cas needs to know everything, what he’s missed, what the spell was that brought him back, but right now his only purpose is to make Dean Winchester smile again.

Dean asks with a shaky voice, “Do you recognize where we are?” and Cas moves his head stiffly, looking around. “He — Jack, he said you’d come back to the start.”

He smiles. It’s so obvious, now. “Good things do happen, Dean,” he recalls aloud as he takes in the barn’s gray walls, covered in wards, lights still busted out. Dean smiles, too, just barely, but it’s a beautiful sight, pure and perfect.

“I guess sometimes they do,” Dean says, something in his voice that Cas recognizes, a love that Dean may never be able to put words to, but Cas understands it now. Dean is more difficult to read than most, but he loves deeply, to his bones, and he only tries to bring back those he desperately needs in his life.

He’s not expendable. Not to Dean.  

Cas spent all this time not sure he deserved to be saved, and Dean saved him anyway. He runs his hand through Dean’s hair, and Dean leans in toward him, sighing quietly when their lips touch softly, reverently, completing a transition from antagonists to allies to friends to… now. And something more. Something new.

This is a mission. Dean is a mission. He turned out to mean everything to Cas — difficult, obstinate, frustrating, but also caring, courageous and extraordinary beyond words. Cas will discover how to love this man properly with the new life he’s been given. They’ll find a way to work past their hindrances. They’ll find a way to live together. It doesn’t matter how, just that Cas is sure in this moment he’s never wanted anything more than he wants Dean.

“Don’t ever do that again,” Dean says when he pulls away, hands still cradling Cas’s face. “I mean it this time, Cas.”

“I won’t,” Cas says softly. “Because you commanded it.”

And they’re there when they need each other.

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helena1205  asked:

I can´t never get enough of this AU. It´s too cute. Thank you for making it. I love your tumblr. What if Keith had a motorcycle? He had that hover-bike thing in S1. So he has a bike, and take the kids for a ride. Shiro is freaking out, because what if something happens. Keith is a good driver, and even little Hunk feels safe with Daddy Keith driving at top speed (or the speed limit). Shiro does´t have to worry. Love your work! (Also, older Hunk fixing Keith´s bike with his engineer skills.)

You’re welcome!! <3 I’m glad you’re still sticking around for it!!

[The Voltron Family] Keith had the red 2013 Harley-Davidson. He loved it and he’d usually use it when he was doing errands without carrying anything. He loved the feel of the breeze and the thrill of going really fast.

One early morning, Keith was cleaning his motorcycle at the garage and little Hunk was looking for him.

Hunk: *peeks into the door* Daddy Keith?
Keith: *turns around* *smiles* Hello, baby. You’re up early today.
Hunk: Morning kiss! *waddles towards Keith* Can I?
Keith: Of course you can, sweetheart. *meets Hunk half way* *carries the little boy and lets him sit on his hips* *makes kissy face*
Hunk: *giggles* *grabs Keith’s face and plants a peck on the lips* Good morning. *pats Keith’s cheeks*
Keith: Good morning to you too, my little sunshine. *kisses Hunk*
Hunk: What’s Daddy doing? *points at the motorcycle*
Keith: *smiles* Daddy’s just cleaning his bike. Wanna see?

Hunk tried his best to be helpful to Keith while he worked. It turned out Keith would do this every Saturday morning and it became Hunk’s routine to be Daddy’s Little Helper. He woke up really early just for this. Keith would always have Hunk’s morning milk prepared alongside with his morning tea.

One Saturday afternoon, Keith had to do a quick errand to the mall. So he wore his red leather jacket and had his helmet in hand as he walked out of the door. Shiro was still out at the hospital while the Galras were having their playdate.

Hunk: *tugs Keith’s pants* Can I go with you?
Keith: *blinks* Well, you can but don’t you wanna play—
Hunk: *shifts in place* *whispers* Can I ride your bike?
Keith: *eyes sparkles in delight* 

Shiro was heading home early when he stopped at the red light. He hummed to the music playing from his playlist when he noticed a biker stopped beside him. He turned around, to see someone in red leather jacket and thought. “Hmmm, kinda reminds me of Keith. Why are bikers in red so damn attractive—?” Then he stopped himself when he noticed that a kid was behind the biker. It was little Hunk holding onto—

Shiro: *rolls the window down* *shouts* KEITH!!!! *mortified*
Keith: *turns around to look at him* *slides down his helmet* *grins* Oh, hey, babe!
Shiro: *still mortified* DON’T HEY BABE ME!! WHY IS OUR CHILD *points at Hunk* RIDING YOUR MOTORCYCLE??!!! That’s dangerous!
Keith: *chuckles* It’s not! My baby’s safe with me! He’s strapped behind me. *looks pointedly at the strap wrapping Hunk* See?! Totally safe!
Hunk: *waves* Hi, Daddy Shiro!
Shiro: *smiles softly* Hi, sweetheart. *turns to Keith* *gets freaked out again* UNSTRAP MY CHILD AND PUT HIM IN MY CAR, KEITH!!!
Keith: *chuckles* Can’t do that, babe. Promise my little munchkin we’ll ride to the mall and back.
Shiro: Keith, I swear to god. If you don’t—
Keith: *looks in front of him* *quickly gives Shiro a flying kiss* See you later at home, sweet pea! Sayonara~ *drives away when the light turned green*
Hunk: *waves* Bye, Daddy Shiro!

Shiro just looked at his two loved ones drive away from him. The cars behind him started blowing their horns because he wasn’t moving. He shook his head and drove his way back home. When Keith and Hunk got home, Shiro was already waiting for them in the foyer.

Shiro: *hands on hips* *taps his foot impatiently* 
Keith: *rolls his eyes fondly* *gives Shiro a kiss* We’re fine. We’re alive. We made it back. Nothing to worry about! Plus, Hunk had fun! *looks at the boy beside him* Didn’t we, baby boy?
Hunk: I wanna do it again! *cheers*
Shiro: You are not doing that again. *takes Hunk’s hand* 
Hunk: *pouts* *lets Shiro drag him to the kitchen* Why not?
Keith: Yeah, Shiro. Why not? *pouts*
Shiro: *looks at Keith and Hunk* I… you’re both giving me a heart attack!
Keith: I wasn’t even speeding. *nudges Shiro* I was like under 60.
Shiro: UNDER SIXTY??!!! *mortified* *carries Hunk* Nope. You are not taking my child on a ride ever again! Unless you learn to drive at 20! 

Years later, Hunk at 19 was at the garage changing the oil of Keith’s motorcycle. Keith joined Hunk and handed him a plate of butterscotch.

Hunk: Remember when Daddy Shiro banned me from riding with you on your motorcycle?
Keith: *munches on his butterscotch* Your Daddy’s such an old man. Doesn’t know how to have fun. *chuckles*
Hunk: *chuckles as he takes his snack* Didn’t stop you though.
Keith: *smirks* Of course not. We were sneaky. Remember when we went to the bakery that following week and you tasted your first croissant with fillings? You could hardly wait to finish them, you ate while I was driving. 
Hunk: *laughs* And I had crumbs all over your jacket!
Keith: *eyes widens* *smirks* Why didn’t you call us out though?
Shiro: *pouts* *deflates* I didn’t have proof.
Keith: *laughs* *feeds Shiro butterscotch* Like I said, sneaky. *winks*

Not Me (Jason Todd x Reader)

Anon: “Jason loving wife died because he shot her because he was mind control I don’t know anymore just hit me with feeling *kill me* hit me with the sadness please .”

Schninner: This prompt, this was a beautiful and angsty idea, that filled me with so much joy! THANK YOU ANON!

(Reader is Female)

Warning: Swearing, Death, and lots of blood

Word count: 1127

Tagging @the-singing-canary and @maruthor BECAUSE THEY HAVE BEEN THREATENING ME WITH ANGST TODAY!

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Jason’s breath shook with rage, as he staggered closer to the door to the apartment you shared. His heart pounded in his temples and eyes were blood shot, ignoring the blood that came dribbling out of his nose and down his face. He squinted, his vision partially obscured due to its partially shattered helmet. He stopped dead in his tracks at the door, with his gloved hand hovering over the door knob.

A small voice in the back of his head pleaded him to stop, to turn around and leave until whatever the hell that man had done to him ware off, but he dismissed it, buried the voice deep inside of him with several layers of pain, and pent up anger.

His hand gripped the doorknob, he slowly opened it, letting the door creak open, and entered the threshold.

Jason Todd awoke to the sunshine blasting through his widow and into his face. He scrunched up his nose and snuggled closer to the small warm body sleeping next to him. His arms wrapped around your torso, puling you closer to him while he rested his chin in the crook of your neck.

You let out a small groan and turned around in his arms.

“Mm, what time is it?” You mumbled, with your eyes still closed

“I don’t know,” HE answered, letting out a large yawn, “Early.”

“Thanks,” You replied, your voice laced with tired and sarcasm.

“Hey, that’d what husbands are for.”

He smiled as you opened your [E/C] eyes, scrunching up your eyebrows and crinkling your nose. You sighed ad began to pull yourself up from the bed.

“Whelp, time to get ready for work.” You were intercepted by your husband’s arms. He pulled you back into the bed, kissing you on the sheet.

“Jay, sweetie, let me go.” You whined half-heartedly wriggling in his arms.

“Just 5 more minutes?” H sleepily muttered into your hair.

“Let me clarify my previous statement, we need to get ready for work. Don’t you have to go work with the outlaws today?”

Jason laid their silently, so much so, that you though he had fallen asleep.


“Fine!” He groaned, lifting his body slightly only so he could hover over you, “But I have my terms.”

A smirk appeared on your face ad you looked up into his sky-blue eyes, “Oh yeah? And what would those terms be?”

“I need a good morning kiss, and I get to pick the takeout for tonight.”

“Deal!” You said, lifting yourself up and giving your husband a small yet sweet kiss. “You drive a hard bargain Mr. Todd.”

He grinned, and leaned down, leading you into a more passionate kiss, “why thank you Mrs. Todd.”

“Artemis?! Bizaro?” he hissed, Creeping silently through the hallways of an elegant, yet suspiciously deserted building. “Where the hell is everybody?”

He continued his way, his dual pistols trained in front of him, until he found himself in a large room that looked to be meant to hold parties or Galas that he was forced too. That’s when he saw them, both Artemis and Bizaro laying unconscious on the ground. Jason rushed towards them, completely forgetting to check his surroundings.

“Holy Shit! Artemis! Bizaro! Are you guys alive?” he checked for a pulse on his slumbering teammates and sighed in relief when he found a pulse. “What the hell happened to you guys?” He muttered to himself.

He heard the clicking of a tongue from behind him, with lightning speed, Jason whipped around with guns trained at his unknown target, “My, my, such language!”

Psimon stepped out of the shadows with a look of pure amusement plastered on his face, “Psimon says, drop your weapons.”

Jason did so without question, without hesitation.

“That’s a good boy.” He chuckled, taking a step closer to the Red hood. “Now, Psimon says, tell me more about yourself.”

Jason stepped into your shared apartment, with a fully loaded gun in one hand, and the other on the door knob.

The house was glowing with warmth, the sounds of pots and pans clattered form the nearby kitchen.

“Jay? Is that you?” Your voice sounded from the kitchen, the clattering of pan stopping suddenly.

“Okay so I know you said you wanted take out, “You said, still out of his sight, “but I figured that I would make your favorite meal instea- “you stopped abruptly a when you stepped out of the kitchen to find your husband with his gun.

“Jay? What’s wrong baby?” Your voice overfilling with concern as you stepped closer to him.

“Oh, I think that’s close enough.” Came an unknown voice from outside your door.

You froze, as a pale and grotesque male stepped into the light, “Now Jay,” He sneered, “Psimon says, kill her.”

Jason raised his gun, a silencer attached to it, and pointed the weapon to your chest.

“Jay, please! You can fight this!” You pleaded, tears emerging from your eyes.

“I’m sorry my dear, but I’m afraid he can’t.” the man, Psimon, turned to Jason, “Well, what are you waiting for? Psimon says to kill her! Shoot her!”

His hand visible shook, as he cocked the gun, and pulled the trigger, sending the sharp pelts of lead to pierce your skin. Your eyes widened with shock and pain, you crumbled to the ground clutching your bleeding chest and torso.

Psimon smiled in satisfaction, watching the horror strike the Red Hood’s eyes.

“Psimon says wait, and listen.” Jason did so, although every one of his muscles screamed at him to move, to help you, to save you.

Psimon whispered into his ear, sending shivers or disgust running down the vigilante’s spine. “If you or any of your other little friends come after me again, the outcome will be much worse than this, I promise you.” Then he left, leaving Jason frozen in place, unable to do anything.

His control was regained once he could no longer hear the food steps of the villain, and as soon as he could move, he was at your side.

He tore off his helmet and scooped up your bleeding body, beginning to hurriedly make his way out the door. “Hold on [F/N]! Please just hold on!”

You sputtered, and let out a series of coughs, hacking up blood, right before your body went completely limp.

“No, [F/N]! NO!” he shouted, undoubtedly disturbing several of his neighbors.

He fell to the ground, gently checking for a pulse. Nothing.

“[F/N] …” His voice cracked as a series of fresh sobs racked through his body.

“I’m sorry [F/N], I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t want to- I didn’t mean to- “

His voice broke, he leaned down and rested his forehead on your rapidly cooling one.”

“I’m sorry.”

Show and Demonstration

A/N: A smutty Spencer x Reader where the reader is sucking on a lollipop and it drives him crazy. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @hogwarts-konoha @sweetg

Warnings: Smut, Oral Sex


Considering he hadn’t seen any sexual action as a teenager, he thought he was past this kind of thing, but the straining in his pants as he sat at his desk across from you was proving to him that he was not in fact past this. Just two desks away, you were innocently indulging in a lollipop, but the way your lips moved around the sweet confection was driving him insane. All he could think about was how your lips would look wrapped around something else.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Twenty nine years old, sitting at his desk hiding his growing erection and fucking enraptured at the way your lips and tongue were swirling around the treat you were eating. Did you have any idea what you were doing to him? He assumed not, because you’d never even discussed your relationship beyond friendship, but Spencer was almost wanting to at this point. 

Spencer had always had a thing for you ever since you walked into the Bureau two years earlier, but he’d never said anything because he’d been way too afraid of rejection. Plus, you’d gotten very close as friends and if you didn’t like him like that then he didn’t want to risk losing your friendship. But that definitely didn’t stop him from wondering, and when you did things like this, lazily bringing your tongue around the entirety of the lollipop, he definitely did wonder.

Morgan had asked if he wanted to go grab everyone’s lunch; he both did and didn’t. He did because this strain in his pants was killing him slowly, but he also didn’t because he might miss something that made this feeling even more intense. Instead of fighting it and sitting here like a creeper, he decided to close his eyes for a moment, think of the grossest thing he possibly could to get rid of the very obvious erection he had, and immediately turned around to go get lunch with Morgan.

It was probably better this way.


You couldn’t even begin to count, on the fingers and toes of everyone on the team, how many times you’d dropped hints to Spencer that you liked him. Brushing your arm up against his, drunkenly hanging onto him during a night out, buying him coffee in the mornings and always asking if he wanted to go out to lunch during work. Nothing worked! 

Dr. Spencer Reid was a genius in many ways, but when it came to women, Spencer had absolutely no idea what the meaning of “making moves” went. It was starting to get frustrating, so you’d settled on do something more overt to see if you could get his attention. That’s how the lollipop idea came about.

He’d been good at hiding it, but as her tongue lapped against the sweet candy, his eyes grew wide. Stealing glances was all she could afford without letting on that she was doing this on purpose, but from what she could see, he was enjoying the show. 

Suddenly, his phone must’ve buzzed in his pocket, because his eyes left her overt gesture and within minutes he was walking out of the bullpen with Morgan. They must’ve been going to pick up the team’s pizza order from the place down the block. 


Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.

Since she started at the Bureau a couple years back, she’d had a crush on Spencer. There were many times she wanted to just be up front and ask him out, but her “traditional” side always won out and she would wait in hopes that he would ask her out, but it was looking like that was never going to happen. it was time for drastic measures.

Pulling out your phone, you texted Spencer.

Y/N: Hey Spence? Can I ask you something?

S: Yea, sure, Y/N. What is it?

Y/N: Do you have any idea what I was doing at my desk before?

S: …We’re you…we’re you doing that on purpose? With the lollipop?


S: Oh my god. …What? So before…you were thinking about…

Dear lord. Thank god he was pretty and had a big brain in their somewhere.

Y/N: Yes, Spence. As I was running my lips over that lollipop I was imaging they were running over something else. Because honestly, for the past year or so, I can’t help but imagine what your face would look like with my lips wrapped around your cock.

You should’ve done this sooner. Finally, you were getting somewhere.

S: I…I don’t even know what to say. This is not helping the erection I had earlier. 

You giggled at the thought of Spencer trying to hide a boner at work. Then Spencer finally, finally texted you the thing you’d wanted for nearly a year.

S: Is it too forward if I ask you to come over later? I don’t want you to think I’m interested in you only for sex, but my brain is spinning right now.

Y/N: I have been waiting for you to finally ask me out. Granted, you’re asking me to blow you right now, but I’m into it. Then maybe we can get dinner this weekend?”

S: Absolutely :)

Later, after what felt like eighteen eternities sitting at your desks, you followed Spencer home, texting him at red lights exactly what you’d imagined doing to him for the past year. “Open the door!” You exclaimed as he fumbled with the keys.

“What? You want me that badly? Maybe I should make you wait?”

“Spencer Reid,” you said as you cut your eyes at him. “Don’t even.”

“Like I could.” With a low chuckle that went straight to your groin, he opened the door to his apartment, laughing again into your mouth as you backed him into the wall. Your mouth was watering for him. Sexuality was something you were always pretty comfortable with, and you’d always loved going down on your man. Something about having all that power was intoxicating. 

Spencer’s heavy, staggered breaths hung in your ears as you snaked your hands between your aching bodies and began to relieve him of his pants. For a man who’d taken forever to admit that he liked you romantically at all, no less than he found you insanely attractive, he sure knew how to take command of a kiss. As your slightly shaky, slightly sweaty hands fumbled around with the leather and loops on his belt, his lithe fingers ghosted up the sides of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His tongue darted in your mouth, tasting everything you had to offer, most prominent being your desperation for him.

Once the belt was pulled from its loops, you grabbed Spencer’s face in your hands, took his mouth in a fervent kiss and then dropped to your knees in front of him, bringing his pants down his legs as you went. Impossibly hard underneath his boxers, you palmed your open hands against him, breathing heavily against his length and teasing him mercilessly.  

He twitched against the material and started playing with your hair. Sex wasn’t always about penetration. Sometimes, it was about hovering your mouth over his cock and teasing him while he snaked his hands through your hair and tugged ever so gently. The way he was playing with your hair sent made you moan against him. “Oh my god, Y/N,” he breathed. “Please.”

“You said you were going to tease me,” you said against him, looking up with lust-filled eyes as he glanced down toward you. “Why shouldn’t I tease you?”

“Because I didn’t actually follow through with the teasing. This…” he said, gulping back air, “this is just mean.”

You laughed against him, once again causing him to groan. Taking mercy on him seemed like the best thing to do. Plus, you’d been wanting him for a year. Why were you doing this to yourself? First, you placed a kiss near his pelvic bone, slowly peeling down his boxers as you kissed lower and lower until finally he was free from the material that had been killing him all day. He was a perfect specimen if you did say so yourself. Porn always showed these enormous monster cocks and frankly that was a bit scary, but Spencer was perfect. 

As you kissed the tip of his cock, he heaved an enormous, contented sigh, arching lightly against the wall and toward your mouth. You’d never seen Spencer in such a desperate way before and you loved being the cause of it. Like you did at your desk before, you brought your tongue up the length of him and ran your hand up behind it.

Over and over again, you pressed open mouthed kisses against the length of him and provided a suction with the help of your hands. Little could be heard above the sounds you were creating against him and his heavy breathing, but you wanted more. You popped off of him and spoke against his skin. “Use your hands on my head,” you breathed, before promptly returning to what you were doing. You wanted to take as much of him as you possibly could. 

With new instruction, Spencer gently grabbed your head, pushing down slightly when you wrapped your mouth around his length. As you bobbed your head up and down, you heard him gasp and moan your name. You couldn’t help but remove one of your hands to glide down your own pants to touch your ready center. Hollowing your cheeks, you continued to move with increased vigor. The friction you were creating was obviously becoming to much for him because he began to mutter about how he was going to come. He was being considerate; he didn’t want to make a mess, but you were all about being messy right now. “It’s okay, Spence. Come for me.”

A strangled cry escaped him as he surged in your mouth. As you sucked him completely dry, you looked up at him, waiting for the moment where he would see you thoroughly enjoying yourself in front of him. When he did, you were rewarded with the throatiest grunt you’d ever heard from anyone, no less the genius, stuttering Spencer Reid. “Holy fuck, Y/N.” He blinked rapidly and tried to clear his head. “That was…everything I ever imagined it would be.”

“Have you imagined my lips around your cock a lot Spence?”

“More than I should admit,” he chuckled, tugging gently on your hair to bring you back up to his height. Opposite of the desperation from before, Spencer placed a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose, giving you little butterflies.

All of a sudden, both of your stomachs growled with vicious intensity. Sex always did work up an appetite. “How about we go and grab dinner now?” You suggested. “And then maybe we can come back here for dessert.”

Spencer swallowed hard and then clarified. “You do mean what I think you mean, right?”

“Yes,” you giggled, resting your head against his chest. There was the Spencer you knew. “Yes, I mean exactly what you’re thinking.”