helmet kisses

;; spock&uhura → smooches 💋 2/?

   ↳ Uhura: Are you sure you don’t want me to go instead?
      Spock: That would be highly illogical as I am already outfitted—
      Uhura: Spock, I was kidding.  

goD like im so fucked up over the idea of andrew and neil giving each other forehead kisses like

  • neil starts it b/c three inches taller is the perfect height to kiss andrew’s forehead
  • it starts as just another thing neil does during their iconic makeout sessions
  • (or like, you know)
  • (when they’re done)
  • but then neil starts doing it other times and andrew is just like ?????
  • neil will give him a forehead kiss before leaving for class in the morning
  • or right before bed
  • andrew pretends that he thinks it’s the most annoying thing ever, but he really really secretly loves it and how it slowly just becomes neil’s go-to form of affection
  • it takes a while for any of the other foxes to notice since it’s a pretty intimate gesture, so there aren’t really that many occasions for them to see it
  • months after it started, they finally see it when neil goes to ask andrew something during a scrimmage and before he turns to leave he just kisses andrew’s helmet (!!!!!!)
  • allison makes an unbelievable amount of money
  • they all think that they will never see andrew return the gesture in a million years 
  • but one day after a game the press is super nasty to neil and pull up way too much shit from his past
  • he holds it together until he gets back to the locker room but then he can’t breathe and the room is spinning 
  • and andrew just shoves him up against the wall to keep neil from collapsing, with one hand on his neck and the other flat against neil’s heart
  • “neil, stop. fucking listen to me, you’re fine, you’re safe here, it’s okay”
  • neil does calm down after a minute and just looks exhausted and worn out as he refuses to make eye contact with anyone but andrew
  • everyone thinks andrew is going to step away now that neil is fine but he doesn’t
  • he presses himself up on his tiptoes
  • and grabs neil’s face between his hands to pull it down a little
  • and kisses his forehead

a non-exhaustive list of photos that go up on the wall in the foxhole court lounge before neil josten graduates:

  • nicky and aaron and kevin jammed into one side of a fast food restaurant booth at 3am on new years day, eating burgers while looking varying stages of wasted (taken by an amused dan from the next booth over, from between neil and andrew’s heads)
  • renee alone, an artistic shot that captures the light in her hair, turning it into a proper rainbow, and the gilded line of her jaw and cheek (everyone thinks it was taken by dan. it was allison)
  • aaron and katelyn together, aaron’s expression so quiet and so, so light as he looks up at her where she’s perched on a table looking back (taken by allison, who knows what it means to be a pretty girl who loves someone all broken inside. she’s not jealous that katelyn has better luck than her - she’s, in a strange way, proud)
  • kevin and wymack talking on the sidelines, serious as always, taken to catch wymack’s attentively bowed head and the considering light in kevin’s eyes (you better believe dan took that one)
  • neil lying back against andrew’s side, andrew’s arm hooked over his shoulder and his hand splayed loose and easy over neil’s chest while he stares out the window, neil’s chin on his chest as he sleeps, taken on a long bus ride home (taken by renee. andrew knows it was her - she took him turning his face away as the tacit permission it was)
  • dan and matt kissing and grinning and kissing, helmets under arms, at the end of dan’s last practice before the penultimate game of her final season as fox captain (taken by renee from the bench, with a smile on her own face)
  • the entire team with the trophy, the one that proves them better than a one-shot wonder after all (taken by katelyn, heart so swollen with pride she can barely swallow)
  • the girls arm in arm, dressed in fox orange, all grinning after their graduation ceremony in abby’s backyard
  • the aftermath of that, where matt bounds in behind them and hugs the three of them at once so they’re all in various stages of open-mouthed yelling and laughing (both taken by a gruff but impossibly proud wymack)
  • matt bent over to talk to neil on the court, their height difference comical (a sports photographer took that one, but nicky’s the one to put it on the wall. neil is bemused)
  • nicky and erik, from his surprise visit during the last games of the fall season, where nicky has obviously been smiling (taken by neil, at nicky’s request but without complaint)
  • andrew’s profile and neil’s face in focus, capturing the intensity with which he looks at andrew - more open than he would have known how to be a few years back, and just a little soft (taken by nicky. fair’s fair)
  • neil alone by the whiteboard in the lounge, arms crossed and mouth open as he lectures the freshman (read; tears them to pieces) as their captain (taken by matt, who admires neil’s ability to verbally destroy people)
  • kevin and neil talking to the press, in gear but with their helmets off. kevin smiling (they won), neil’s eyes cool and serious (a press shot that nicky cut out and put up. kevin likes that they look like professionals in it, and likes having neil josten beside him)
  • kevin and wymack at his graduation, heads together. kevin’s smiling (taken by neil because kevin as a human belongs to the foxes, and belongs on the wall)
  • matt in the jersey of his new pro team under his graduation gown, posing like a superhero with an arm thrown over his head (taken by neil, laughing)
  • matt and nicky grinning with the ocean in the background, arms over shoulders (taken by dan on their group trip to california - there’s blurs in the background that would, with a sharper focus, resolve into a sunburn-victim neil, a black-clad arm belonging to andrew, the back of kevin’s head, and the irrepressible and smiling jeremy knox, their guide for the day) 
  • andrew leaning against the driver side door of the maserati in an undisclosed location, staring into the camera like he’s challenging the man behind it (neil. it’s neil)
Crush (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary: Bruce is a dick and Jason storms away. You are the only one following him.

Warnings: eh, light smut? You make out, basically it’s nothing, slight angst

Note: (Y/A) = your alias

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“We have to–”

“No!”

Jason tried to help. He just wanted to help, but Bruce pretended he had just killed someone, what he didn’t, like Jason’s judgment was not good enough to be considered.

“He will escape!”

“You are not part of the team anymore, Red Hood. Stand down!”

This felt like a punch right in the gut. Jason stood there, looking at Bruce who turned to Dick, what made Jason’s throat tighten even more. The world around him blurred and his heart ached with pain and rage.

You watched him. Suddenly the bat on your chest burned and you wanted to rip it off, throw it to the ground and quit.
You stepped forward, searching for words that were pouring from your brain and disappear. You couldn’t understand how Bruce didn’t notice how much it hurt Jason, the uncontrollable anger that rose and was about to spill out of him.

Jason’s jaw tensed. Fine, he thought and just ran. He ran and jumped from roof to roof, not checking if it was safe. No one cared about him anyway, right? He was alone in this city, in this world.
Alone in death. Alone in life.
Would they even notice if he’d die, again.
Probably not.

“No one wants to go after him?!” You shouted at everyone, but mostly Bruce. He gave you a quick levelled look and it pushed you over the edge. “You’re an extra asshole today, Bruce. Screw you.” And with that you followed Jason.

You thought Jason was funny, you didn’t know him well, though and yes, you had developed this little crush on him, but this now was something else.
This was anger and fear.
Anger about Bruce’s behavior and fear that one day he might treated you just like Jason today.
And you never wanted to witness that.

Jason was a few feet ahead of you now. “Jason, stop!” You yelled, but he ignored you, pushing even harder. You look ahead of him and a wave of panic broke free. “STOP!” You knew he wouldn’t make that jump and you were sure he knew that too what made it even sadder.

You acted swiftly, reaching for your grappling gun.
You shot and made it pull you what gave you speed.
Jason jumped, but you just made it in time to grab his arm, swinging the two of you in a half circles and crashing into the sixth floor of some office building.

You laid beside him in the sharp pieces of shattered glass. Your cheek was cut open, blood dripping down to your jaw.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” He growled. Jason was holding his upper arm, trying to rub the dull pain from landing away.

You scoffed. “With me? You were jumping… jump– jumping into death!” You wanted to sugar coat it, but were at a loss of words once more. He didn’t, right? He wouldn’t just want to die again?

“And?” Jason laid his head down, mask facing the ceiling. “My decision.”

“Thought since you knew how it is to die you tried to avoid doing it again.” You mumbled indignant. It just frustrated you.

“I don’t have to talk to you,” he said angrily and got up.

“Thank you, (Y/N). Thank you for being the only one coming after me.” You mimicked his voice before talking in your own tone. “No biggie, Jason. Bruce was a real dick. I really like you and if you ever need company just give me a ring. You are not alone, dude.”

He was stopping right at the edge of the window and his head turned slightly.
You wondered if he was crying under the helmet.

“You’re a good liar.”

“You are bad at spotting lies then, because non of this was a lie.”

He stomped past you. His lethal body now towering over you, making your heart race. You wanted to see his eyes so bad in this moment.

“You hate me just as much as everyone else does, don’t pretend.” He hissed.

You laughed inauthentic, almost sarcastically. “That’s what you think?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I didn’t know you were so desperate for approval.”

Now he was the one laughing inauthentic, almost sarcastically.
You were standing there, daring at each other as if at any second you would kill one another.

You were the first to move, taking a deep breath.
Jason watched your face soften and body relax almost as if he had defeated you and it didn’t make sense to him.

“I don’t hate you, Jason. I hate that I like you.” You paused. “Like in like like. I’m not good with feelings, you know.” You shrugged.

He tore his helmet off his face. His brows were pulled into a tight frown. His eyes made your insides tingle, but they were so full of question. “What?”

“Yeah.” You raised your hands innocently. “C'mon, don’t tell me your self-esteem is so damaged you don’t believe someone has a crush on you.”

He didn’t even blink.

You got more serious now. “I mean, that’s not why I ran after you. Bru–”

His lips shut you up. Soft, warm lips moved against yours, sweet and tenderly asking for permission. One of his hands slipped from your shoulder to your neck and the other one had took a hold of your chin, tugging it up slightly.
You straightened up and stepped towards him. You pulled him closer by his leather jacket before your hand dipped into his dark hair and wrapped around the hot skin of his neck.
The ground underneath your feet shook so blissfully, making both your knees weak.

Each others lips were the best things you two have ever tasted, sweeter than honey and you wanted more; you couldn’t get enough.
Jason’s lips were making your head spin and yours made him forget about all the shit floating in his head for once.
It was an instant addiction. You craved more from one another.

His hands travelled down your sides, slowly, leaving your skin warm and charged with electricity that made you shiver.
All this stupid body amour in the way.
You jump and wrapped your legs around him. Jason carried you to one of the desk that were standing around. The shattered glass creaked underneath his boots.

You trailed kisses along his jawline. Tiny gasps sneaked over his lips as you bit the skin on his neck just so lightly.
It sounded more melodic than music to you.
Jason tugged on your hair. You breathed in sharply and found his eyes which gleamed with passion and lust, seeming three shades darker.

He laid his forehead to yours while his hands held your thighs, rubbing tiny patterns. “Not here.” He whispered, breathing heavily. “We deserve better.” He looked around and a small grin tugged on his lips.

You nodded and he leaned back in, kissing you for some more moment before grabbing his helmet and putting it on. It was so hard to pull away, to not rip each others amour off right there.

You two stood at the edge now, trying to figure out where you were.
He was holding your hand almost as if he was scared you’d vanish or be ripped away from him if he didn’t.

“I think my apartment is close,” he said. “But this hotel is closer. I mean, would be quite funny to just walk in as (Y/A) and Red Hood.” He shrugged. “I already see the article in Gotham Gossip.” His eyes scrutinized your face and he smiled seeing how flushed you were.
He didn’t feel alone.

“That be a real punch in the face for them. They always try to make me and Dick work.” You picked your grappling gun up, handing it to him.

“I don’t ship that.” He pulled you close and aimed at the nearest roof. You laughed while being dragged through the air. He let go of you as your feet touched the roof and you ran jumping to another one as a voice echoed in your ears.

“Red Hood, (Y/A), you copy?”

Jason stopped and you crashed into him. He kept his hands around you. You shook your head, looking up at the red helmet.

“We can’t just– I didn’t know you were so bitter, (Y/N).” The smirk on his lips was audible.

“I’m not bitter, I just have a million other things on my mind now and every single one is you.”

“I– Same, but we have to.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and smile warmly. “You’re too pure, Jason.”

“We–” He was searching for the right words, how to phrase what he wanted to say best. “We have time, right?”

You get on your tiptoes and kiss the helmet where his mouth was supposed to be. This wasn’t just lust. There was so much more beneath the lust and longing. “Right,” you said, smiling foolishly.

“We copy, Batman. Sup?”

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While writing this, this scenario of someone trying to hug Jason and his chest taser is still on, popped up in my mind and made me laugh real hard.
Also, I guess I’ll do a part two.

Elopement - Jason Todd x Reader

Bullets rang around you as you sprinted down a corridor towards a closing metal door. You dove through, rolling to your feet on the other side. Glancing over your shoulder, you smiled when you saw the men chasing you disappeared behind the closing door. The door sealed behind you.

“I’m in,” you spoke into the comlink as you surveyed the room. Finding a control panel, you attempted to hack the building’s computer system.

A chuckle sounded from the other end of the comlink. “I never doubted you for a second.”

“Sure you didn’t, Lover-boy,” you teased, grinning at the chuckles buzzing in your ear. “How are you doing with the mercenaries?” 

“Oh, we’re having a party out here,” he replied. The faint sound of gunshots echoed through the com. You frowned when you didn’t get another answer.

“Jason?” The panic made your voice crack. Time stopped as you waited for a reply.

“I’m still here, Sweetheart.” You sighed as Jason’s husky voice filled your ear. Even after all this time, your heart still fluttered at the sound. “One of these idiots just shot himself.”

You snickered, finishing your hacking. Sticking a flash drive into the terminal, you started downloading the information. You and Jason had accepted a contract to collect data on Black Mask’s movements through the western part of the United States. The two of you were currently in one of Black Mark’s main warehouses in Las Vegas. “I’ve started the download.”

“Good,” Jason grunted. The sound of a punch came through the com. “I might need your help out here. More mercenaries showed up.”

“I’ll come when I can,” you replied. You hacked into the security cameras to find out where Jason was. When you found him, you winced at the number of new mercenaries attacking Jason. He was holding them off, but you knew he would need your help to take them down. 

The terminal beeped, the download was finished. You took the flash drive out, slipping it safely into your pocket. Taking out your own gun, you shot the terminal to erase your tracks. Once it was destroyed, the sealed door reopened to reveal the men who you had trapped outside. They raised their guns at you.

“Nice to see you again, Boys,” you greeted cheerfully, swinging into action. The men were down in five seconds flat. You sprinted back down the corridor towards a glass window. Shooting out the glass with your gun, you leaped through the window to land a flying kick to one of the mercenaries attacking Jason.

“Hello Sweetheart, it’s nice of you to drop in,” Jason flirted as you joined him in the battle. The two of you fought seamlessly together. 

“I was in the neighborhood,” you mused, punching a mercenary out cold. You flipped over Jason to perform a high kick on another one. 

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Please consider Maine and Wash’s primary form of affection is them knocking their helmets together. That’s it. All suited up and ready to get dropped and because of their height difference either Maine slouches a few inches to nudge Wash a few times or Wash strains on his tip-toes until his head makes a thunk against Maine’s. It started as a bit of a joke but they ended up really liking it and sometimes Maine makes a special effort to get their visors to collide because it makes a weird squeegee noise that Wash thinks is hilarious.

ways a kid’s show could have a gay couple “kiss” without censoring: klance edition
  • that time when lance was in the healing pod, keith totally could have visited him when no one else was around and confessed to the void n kissed the pod
  • HAND KISSES ARE TOTALLY FAIR GAME OK

  • fucking helmet kisses are so important in space he doesnt even have to be wearing the helmet for the other to kiss it bam gay
  • through the screen kiss
  • neck kiss maybe????????????? idk
  • could share a drink bUT SOMEONE WINKS AND BAM GAY
  • eskimo kisses
  • zoom out to fullscape pretty alien planet shit bAM GAY
  • (not really an indirect kiss but a great idea anyway) a high five that goes for too long, probably ends up in just hand holding
  • there’s always forehead touches
  • cheek kiss!
  • HOLDING EACH OTHER’S CHEEKS AND JUST LOOKING INTO EACH OTHERS EYES BAM G A Y
add on to this!!
2

A teammate’s face gets closer to yours…how do you react?

Panarin sees Kaner’s face getting closer: Whoa, too close there, buddy…pulls away.

Kaner sees Jonny’s face getting closer: nbd, no surprise (he probably does it all the time ;) haha) 

x3lilihua  asked:

13 pls 💕

“The way I feel when I’m with you”

Keith’s not good with words.

He pulls Shiro along the empty corridor, out the exit and into the night air, toward his red hoverbike waiting in the dark. Shiro tries to ask where they’re going but Keith hands him a helmet instead, starts the engine, and waits. As soon as Shiro is behind him with his arms secure around Keith’s waist, they’re off the ground, a cloud of dust trailing behind them.

Keith rides out into the open desert, under the vast, starry sky. Shiro doesn’t see a path but it feels like Keith knows where to go. It’s exhilarating out here, the rumble of the engine beneath them, the rush of wind whipping around them, the scattering of rocks and sand rising up behind them. But it’s comforting too, the solid warmth of Keith in his arms, and the familiar smell of the desert night.

Keith shouts something Shiro can’t quite catch, but looks ahead of them just in time to see the sharp drop of a sheer cliff. Shiro doesn’t even have time to yell; they’re going too fast, Keith’s not stopping, only going faster, so Shiro holds on tight and puts his trust in Keith.

They fly off the edge at full speed, engine roaring, and for a single moment it’s just Keith and Shiro with nothing above them, nothing below, nothing at all to stop them; they’re untouchable.

Shiro feels like his heart is about to burst, feels the exact moment gravity pulls them back down, the way his stomach clenches and his toes curl as they hurdle back towards the ground. Keith slams the throttle, twists the clutch just right, and the hoverbike lands on the other side of the canyon in a plume of sand and dust.

“That was insane!” Shiro pulls off his helmet, laughing, and hands shaking from the adrenaline.

Keith turns around in his seat, tosses his helmet aside and kisses Shiro right there, with the stars bright above their heads and the dust still settling around them. Shiro kisses him right back, his hands slowly finding their way to Keith’s face, holding him softly until Keith pulls back enough to look him in the eyes.

“You asked me, the other day, how I felt about you.”

Shiro remembers, had been patient when Keith didn’t have an answer then.

“I didn’t know what to say,” Keith whispers, voice quiet. He takes Shiro’s hand, presses it against his heart so Shiro can feel his heartbeat, wild and fast. “But this is the way I feel when I’m with you.”

And Shiro thinks it feels unstoppable, like flying full speed through the air, but also knowing the ground is solid and safe when you land.

Keith’s not good with words, but Shiro understands him all the same.

“Me too.”

anonymous asked:

First of all congrats! second can i have "open it" "can you say please?" with jason todd and reader? thank you :)

“Open it” Saying while pointing to Jason’s helmet.

“Can you say please?” Jason laughed and you could basically hear the smirk in his voice. Groaning you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Will you please open your helmet so I can kiss you?”

He chuckled before reaching to the back of his helmet. Releasing the locks. “Nice helmet hair” Laughing as he took off the helmet.

Rolling his eyes, he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Did I not hear something about a kiss?”

“No, you heard correctly.”

“Well, are you gonna act on it?”

Cocking an eyebrow, “Can you say please?”

“Well played… please?” Smiling you pulled his lips to yours.

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starflight17  asked:

Could you do a Headcanon of what would happen if Peter, Edmund, and Caspian got hit with love potions? Please X,,,D

Peter: 

  • In general, this guy is sweet to everyone 
  • And to top it, he has a really good grasp on what’s romantic 
  • So, when he somehow ends up under love potion, things get crazy 
  • Sighing forlornly, getting distracted in meetings, and let’s not even begin on the gorgeous poetry 
  • The object of his affections had better be prepared for all the magnanimous stunts 
  • He will literally fill her room with her favorite flowers
  • Even though he’s sneezing while trying to confess his love 
  • He sends her love letters three times a day filled with beautiful prose praising her very existence 
  • He even tried to get her name embroidered on tapestry in one of the parlors, but at that point his siblings intervened and cured him of the potion
  • He was so embarrassed when he snapped out of it, but even so he was more worried that the girl he had been “in love” with hadn’t been harmed or shamed in any way 
  • What a sweet guy

Edmund: 

  • Edmund was excellent at keeping his feelings to himself
  • He was so good that his siblings began to doubt he’d ever even had a crush before 
  • So it came as a shock to everyone when one day he waltzed into a diplomatic meeting and placed a rose in front of a girl 
  • This kid went from serious to absolutely lovestruck 
  • He would make every single topic into some pick up line or flirtatious joke
  • He was actually impressively smooth, but some of his comments were worrying 
  • He was constantly trying to talk to the girl or spend time with her, to the point where guards had to physically drag him away 
  • At which point, his anguished cries echoed down the halls 
  • He even wrote a song for her, which wasn’t half bad, and started singing it outside her window past midnight 
  • When his siblings finally got him free, he was actually dazed and didn’t remember anything  
  • He had turned several shades of dark red when they began to tell him the things he’d done 
  • He’d also avoid the girl who endured it all for several days, although he’d write her a long, well-worded apology for the trouble he’d caused 

Caspian: 

  • Like Peter, he was sweet in nature but also a bit of a natural flirt 
  • Under the effects of a love potion, he was worse
  • His flirting went from smooth to absolutely cringe worthy 
  • He would literally compare everything he saw to the object of his affections
  • Bad poetry comparing and contrasting her eyes to his bronze helmet 
  • He would kiss her hand every five seconds in a conversation, and if she pushed him away, he would clutch his heart dramatically and proclaim his heartbreak 
  • It was getting to the point where meetings and diplomatic decisions were either pushed off or revolved around the “love of his life” as he insisted on calling her publicly 
  • Also…Pet Names Galore 
  • Finally, his friends and advisors figured out how to free him and bring him back to normal 
  • He was slightly blushy for the next few days, but he tried his best to act like it never happened 
  • He met the girl privately to apologize for his behavior and gifted her with whatever she wanted to make up for it

Hope this was okay! I found this idea kinda of funny ;D