is he the sixth

hanzosbigtiddie  asked:

hiii can i please have something for mccree with a kind of socially awkward reader? Sfw and nsfw headcanons would be nice please c:

Your wish is my command! As someone who has social anxiety, i need a mans like jesse :‘0

SFW

• McCree would probably be the one to first approach you- he’s a guy who’s good at figuring out someone’s personality, and he understands that you have trouble approaching and conversing with others.

• he’s fine with putting in the extra effort for you, really! and he gets how hard it can be- some people brush you off as weird or strange because you aren’t really sure what to say sometimes, but not jesse.

• he makes you feel comfortable and doesn’t let the conversation get stale or ‘awkward’.

• he’s got like a sixth sense and knows when you’re nervous. He’ll always put an arm round your waist or shoulder to calm you when he’s aware of it.

• really helps you come out of your shell and improve your social skills!

• as for PDA, jesse is a big old cuddly boi and you bet he loves to show you affection in public. Even if his S/O is a nervous soul, he still shower them with kisses, hand holding, ect, though in moderation. He knows his boundaries, and wont do anything if it makes you uncomfortable.

NSFW

• He’ll be such a gentleman when wishing to bed his S/O , and definitely wont pressure them into anything.

• He’ll also make you feel as comfortable as possible, he won’t take the ordeal extremely seriously and will make sure he can get a few giggles out of you with his comments in foreplay.

Also for instance if his S/O feels as if they’ve messed up or done something wrong he’ll never complain- just chuckle and kiss them.

• Probably very vanilla on their first time, although if their S/O is alright with it he can get rough.

• He doesn’t just fuck his S/O, he makes love to them. Very passionate!!

• He’d also let his S/O choose what THEY want to do. He doesn’t want them to feel like they don’t have a choice in the matter, especially since its such a big step for them

• really worships your body, praises you, oh lordy this boy will love you all over

• tells you how good you were, pillow talk for dayyss

• will help you clean up afterwards, then pull you back to bed for a good ol’ cuddle!

anonymous asked:

WAIT has Frank seriously already been confirmed for Daredevil season 3?

not 100% but the Daredevil official account tweeted this a couple hours ago and i’m like *eye emoji* 

also seeing as Fisk is such a huge player in DDs3 it wouldn’t make much sense if he wasn’t in at least a few episodes??? after the scenes from season 2 in prision.

(espeically if Karen is in danger/being threatened cause he has a sixth sense for that and we know would do anything to protect her/keep her safe)

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- FOXGLOVE IVORY’S PoV - 

It was my sixth birthday, when Dad suddenly acted cold toward me. I never know why he did so, but he always gave me cold shoulder when  asked him about Mom’s whereabouts. Moreover, my sixth birthday was rather gloomy, as he didn’t hold any party.

As he left me with the cake to his room, I took the whole cake into the freezer, thinking what could I do to cheer Dad up.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I really love your voltron headcannons, could u do more shiro ones?

happy birthday shiro!!!

  • the extent of hunk’s familiarity with shiro pre-voltron was that one time he saw shiro in the garrison hallway and thought “oh hey me and that guy have the same gloves, neat”
  • shiro and lance are both in the Unsettlingly Good At Dealing With Near Death Experiences club
    • lance: [almost gets blown up] [hits on allura immediately after waking up]
    • shiro: [gets stabbed by radioactive wolverine claws] “haha don’t worry keith it takes more than several things trying to kill me to kill me”
  • whenever anyone compliments how well put together shiro is keith automatically remembers the time shiro almost started a fire in his dorm making pizza bites
  • “we’d like to speak to your leader” “sure” “…” “…oh right- hello-”
  • shiro is the paladins’ adult guidance, coran is shiro’s
  • whenever shiro says something inspiring allura lowkey takes notes
    • “how do you…. do that” “uh… encourage others?” “yeah that”
    • bless this girl’s soul she just prefers running people into the ground to motivate them
  • one time pidge fell asleep in the vents and shiro went to get her but his big ass shoulders wouldn’t fit and he was stuck for like an hour
  • shiro, whenever something goes wrong: “part of me is like, whatever, you know? you know those days when you’re like ‘this might as well happen?’ adult life is already so goddamn weird”
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The first rule about fighting a leprechaun is do not talk to the leprechaun. It only encourages him.

Everyone Lived.

Everyone lived. When Harry was born, Lily hardly saw him because Sirius was fitting him into a tiny leather jacket, Remus was reading to him, and James was already trying to sneak him to the Quidditch supply store to get Harry his first toy broom. Christmases were spent with full bellies and rooms stuffed with laughter, and there wasn’t a single person without flushed cheeks from all the wine. Lily’s eyes sparkled, and there was always a joke on the tip of James’ tongue. All Harry knew was love, love, love, from every corner of the universe.

Everyone lived, and every Thursday afternoon, Sirius and Remus took Harry to the “library”, which was the secret word they taught him for the ice cream parlor. With each trip, they ordered the biggest sundae that was offered with three spoons, and Harry always ate nearly all of it. They kept it up until the day Harry asked Lily to take him to the library and, when confronted with the shelves piled high with books, he asked her where they went to order their ice cream.

Remus and Sirius got married when Harry was three, and Harry was the ring bearer. Lily cried the first time she saw him in his tiny dress robes. They were just long enough that he nearly tripped halfway up the aisle. There wasn’t a single pair of dry of eyes in the audience that day.

Everyone lived, and on Harry’s sixth birthday, he celebrated alongside Neville with all their friends and family. James gave Harry his first set of toy Quidditch balls. He, Ron, Neville, Draco, and Ginny all played together until Draco pushed Neville off his broom and into the cake Alice had spent hours working on. Lily tried so hard not to laugh at Neville’s frosting-covered face, but instead she went beet red and gave herself away to everyone.

Draco said he was sorry. He actually meant it.

Everyone lived, and the moms had a Lockhart book club, which consisted of everyone getting wine-drunk and complaining about their husbands together. Draco, Neville, Harry and Ron eavesdropped and reported back to their dads, who were standing around the kitchen armed with beer, about what they did wrong that week. Each of the meetings somehow coincidentally ended with each of the men stopping by to bring their respective wives bouquets of flowers or boxes of chocolate “because they just felt like it.”

Everyone lived, and Draco and Harry were friends, believe it or not. When Narcissa and Lucius had a date night, they dropped Draco off at the Potters. James told them scary stories in the darkness of their blanket tent. Lily used magic to cast shadows all over their living room, and Harry and Draco wouldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. But Lily kissed each of their foreheads and assured them each that everything would be fine, because she and James would never let anything bad happen to either of them.

She meant it.

Draco and Harry stayed up until their eyelids were simply too heavy to bear, but Harry managed to remain awake till Draco was completely asleep before closing his eyes. It was one of the most peaceful things he’d ever seen. He wasn’t exactly sure why he thought that. Not yet, anyways.

Everyone lived. Everyone got a little bit older. The kids all went off to Hogwarts, somehow managing to stuff themselves all into one train compartment, even with Hermione once she joined. Draco and Harry got put into different houses, which was a relief to everyone around them. “they already bickered like a married couple without rooming together,” Ron said when they were first sorted, “I don’t want to think about what we’d have to deal with if they were sharing a dorm.”

The only time Harry and Draco forgot about their friendship was when they played against each other in Quidditch. There were no rules when you needed to be the first one to the snitch.

(I suppose there weren’t any rules when it came to making out with your best friend in an empty corridor after drinking half a bottle of fire whiskey, either.)

Sixth year came with sly glances and brushing fingertips in the hallway; throwing all caution to the wind and risking friendship for feelings Harry and Draco had been denying since they were kids. Ron and Hermione exchanged knowing looks, but no one said a word. Not even when Harry inconspicuously crept out of bed nearly every night at half past two with his Invisibility cloak in tow, not returning until the sun was just peeking out over the mountains, if at all. He looked happier than ever that year, secrets tugging on the corners of his mouth every time he spoke.

Everyone lived, and when Draco and Harry came out to their families their seventh year, everyone groaned. “You owe me ten Galleons,” was the first thing James said to Lucius, and Harry knew then that everything was going to be okay.

Because everyone was here, surrounding him, breathing, alive. They all hugged him and Draco at once, cheeks smooshed together, a mess of laughter and “I love you’s” and kisses on foreheads. They were all connected then, their pulses stitching them together with a bond Harry knew nothing could break.

They all knew hurt; they knew pain and suffering, and they knew loss, but most of all, they knew each other. They knew love, and they knew hope.

As they stood there, a giant amoeba of people from all walks of life, some more challenging than others, Harry let go of the breath he felt as though he had been holding for his entire life.

We talk a lot about Yuuri having to reconcile his idea of Viktor with the real Viktor–that is, Yuuri has this flawless, wonderful ideal of Viktor in his head which has to sort of be cut down to fit the person that Viktor really is. Which is a healthy part of their relationship, and which I completely agree is something Yuuri has to face at some point during that first summer.

But I think there’s also something to be said about Yuuri realizing that some of the horrible things he’s heard about Viktor through the skating community grapevine are not so true.

Yuuri, despite what he says, is much closer to is idol than most people ever get. If Viktor is a movie star, Yuuri is the secondary character–he’s there, and a lot of people definitely know he’s there, and he knows enough people who also know Viktor for the gossip mill to really get churnin sometimes.

I also think that at the back of every person who has ever had a celebrity crush’s mind is a little voice saying, “Never meet your heroes,” and Yuuri Katsuki is terrified of that little voice, and it contributes to the distance he keeps from Viktor–because at some point, that much distance from someone you’re facing off against in international competitions has got to be just a little bit purposeful.

So cue Viktor coming into his life all of a sudden one day, and all Yuuri can think about are the terrible awful no good very bad things people have told him about Viktor and the kind of person Viktor is.

“Fuck Viktor Nikiforov,” an older skater had told him after Skate America, six glasses into a box of wine and bitter as hell about missing the podium. “No, really, fuck him. The Russians are paying off the ISU to keep him at the top. He isn’t even that talented. I hear–I hear he doesn’t even train. I hear he just shows up and fucking does whatever and they give him gold because he’s Viktor Nikiforov.”

“I…don’t think…” Yuuri frowned at his own glass of wine. “I mean…that couldn’t be true.” He glances at Phichit next to him. “Could it?”

“Sour grapes,” Phichit advises, and Yuuri isn’t as familiar with English idioms at that point, so he thinks Phichit is talking about the wine.

Yuuri mostly forgets about it, but somewhere in the back of his mind–he can’t stop thinking about it. He watches and rewatches Viktor’s old programs and wonders to himself if the reason he thinks they’re so good is because he’s watching them through rose-tinted glasses.

Yuuri and Phichit are suffering through finals and trying to survive through twenty-hour days of nothing but studying and skating. They lay themselves on the bleachers one afternoon while they’re supposed to be doing warm ups.

“What if I just quit school and became and underwater basket weaver,” Yuuri mumbles directly into the metal seat of the bleacher. “That would be fine, right?”

“WWVND,” Phichit replies. “What Would Viktor Nikiforov Do.”

“You’re right,” Yuuri sighs.

“Viktor Nikiforov is dumber than a box of rocks,” says of the other members of the club as she skates by. “You know he never even finished high school? I mean, what counts as high school in a country like Russia. The guy probably thinks two plus two equals borscht.”

“That’s not…” Yuuri smushes his nose against the bleacher. “Hey, that’s not…”

“FUCK OFF OLIVIA,” Phichit shrieks across the rink, and Celestino definitely hears. They have to do twenty minutes of line drills. 

“What Would Viktor Nikiforov Do, right boys?” asks Olivia as she watches Yuuri try not to heave after Celestino finally releases them from their Sisyphean torture.

“I’m gonna fucking kill her,” Phichit says, and he sounds so deeply serious that Yuuri is sincerely worried.

Several weeks later, someone mentions Viktor within earshot of Phichit and he jokingly says, “Watch what you say, that’s Yuuri’s future husband you’re talking about,” and it sort of makes Yuuri want to hit him but mostly makes Yuuri blush.

“Really?” replies that someone. “I don’t know about that, Yuuri. I wouldn’t touch that guy with a thirty foot pole. He sleeps around. Probably has all kinds of nasty stuff going on down there.”

“Oh, whatever,” Phichit says, rolling his eyes. “Like you would know.”

Yuuri ducks his head back into his book and tries not to think about it.

These are the things that Yuuri holds in the back of his mind about Viktor, the worries that travel with him anywhere he has even the chance of encountering Viktor Nikiforov. 

‘Never meet your heroes’ becomes something of the unspoken mantra of Yuuri’s life. 

Then Viktor Nikiforov catapults himself straight into Yuuri’s lap, and Yuuri learns a few things.

Viktor trains. Viktor trains hard. Viktor has neglected everything but training and skating and satisfying his own frantic need to be the best for twenty years. Viktor Nikiforov is a lonely, sad bookworm with one friend and a gaping, yearning need to be touched–and he did not get to be where he is without making sacrifices. 

Yuuri has never met anyone who made more sacrifices for this sport and this art than Viktor Nikiforov. It opens something up inside of him, throbbing and raw. It makes Yuuri want to take Viktor’s heart and shove it inside his own chest so that it never feels cold or lonely again. It makes him want to stand on the top of a tall building somewhere and scream fuck you to every person he’s encountered whose jealousy tried to convince him that this man was less than what he is.

And yes, Yuuri knows now that Viktor is forgetful and brutally honest and often doesn’t say the right thing at the right time.

He knows that Viktor is only ambidextrous in that he can use a fork with both hands and that it takes him twenty minutes in the morning to decide on a shirt to wear. He knows that Viktor Nikiforov is a blanket hog and that if Yuuri wants to wake up still covered in the morning, they have to have no less than three blankets on the bed at all times.

He knows that Viktor sometimes descends into these loops of manic energy where he wants to do everything and can’t sit still and in those moments, Yuuri wants to lock him in a room and leave him there until he starts making sense again.

He also knows that Viktor Nikiforov has the most genuinely beautiful soul that Yuuri has ever had the opportunity to touch. He knows that very few people in his life will ever love him like Viktor, and that he himself has never felt for anyone quite what he feels for this man. His man. 

He knows these things and he thinks that maybe Viktor is perfect after all, perfect in his imperfection. Every jagged edge of his fits into one of Yuuri’s, and every curve of Yuuri’s lovingly presses flush with Viktor’s until they fit together seamlessly, like a pair of puzzle pieces.

Yuuri is also still a very petty person on the inside, though–which is why he makes posts on Instagram that read things like Viktor received his sixth well-deserved Russian National gold today! Congratulations to my amazing fiance.

And also:

So proud of my husband for all of his hard work commentating at the #Olympics. Some people go to school for half their lives and aren’t half as articulate as my Vitya. #Proudhubby

After that last one, Phichit leaves a voicemail on Yuuri’s phone that is literally just two whole minutes of him laughing hysterically and then wheezing, “THE SALT!” before hanging up.

“Yuuri, why did Phichit just sent me…sixteen crying laughing emojis and a text that says ‘your husband I can’t,’ in all caps?”

“Because a lot of people tried telling me you weren’t perfect and I’m proving them wrong,” Yuuri replies, not even looking up from his phone.

“Oh,” Viktor says, and literally crawls on top of him.

Yuuri supposes that the moral of the story is that the heart wants what the heart wants, and you have to find perfection in the imperfections–Viktor is loud and ditzy and forgets the English word for tomato on an almost daily basis, but he’s Yuuri’s husband. And because he’s Yuuri’s husband, he’s perfect.

Drarry Headcanons
  • Draco pining for Harry since sixth year
  • Like he just needs someone to save him, to care for him, who better than the savior of the entire wizarding world?
  • Three years after the war finally ends, and Harry’s Auror work leads him to St. Mungo’s where Draco is a healer
  • And when did Draco get so attractive ???
  • Harry finds himself going back several times a week with increasingly frail excuses to see him
  • “Er, I got a paper cut and I forgot the healing charm.”
  • “You do realize bandages exist, right Potter?”
  • Finally he goes “fuck it, I didn’t die to keep these feelings to myself” and asks him on a date
  • This goes on for a while, and things are super good for both of them
  • They finally begin to feel normal again
  • Harry eventually wants to come out to his family (the Weasleys, Andromeda, Teddy who’s far too young to understand but he’ll be damned if he keeps a single secret from that child)
  • Draco wants to come out too, but his family is so torn apart
  • So they do it together, hand-in-hand, at a Weasley family gathering and when they finally convince Andy and Narcissa to meet
  • They move in together a few months later and have a guest bedroom for Merlin-knows who will stay with them
  • The longer they stay together, the more time Andy leaves Teddy alone with them, secretly testing them as parents
  • That room eventually becomes Teddy’s room, full of warmth and color and so, so many pictures of Remus and Tonks
  • And they heal together, mending the scars they both hide beneath the surface
  • Draco eventually decides he wants his Dark Mark hidden, as instead of a reminder of his past mistakes, it becomes a trigger for horrible anxiety, so he goes and gets the constellations of his family tattooed over it
  • Harry gets a tattoo of Canis Major, complete with twinkling Sirius star on the same day
  • He would end up with a full moon, a rack of antlers, and a lily flower on his body as well
  • They take even bigger roles in Teddy’s life, as a cousin to Draco and godson to Harry
  • Teddy loves the zoo, and they have weekly trips there, but once its raining so they go to the animal shelter instead
  • Draco falls in love with every single cat, but they immediately make Harry sneeze
  • Teddy becomes attached to a large black dog, but to Harry it looks a bit too much like another one
  • Draco literally refuses to leave without rescuing at least one animal
  • They eventually decide to adopt two sphynx cats they find on the muggle internet because they’re hypoallergenic and many people consider them to be ugly, but they fit so well into their strange family
  • Draco thinks they look absolutely regal and wants to name them after constellations, but Harry’s having none of it
  • A few months later, Harry stops in the middle of a Quidditch game they’re playing with Teddy
  • “Draco, will you marry me?”
  • It’s so random that Draco nearly falls off his broom in shock, but he says yes an instant later, and the game continues
  • After the wedding, in which Teddy is the most adorable ring bearer to grace the earth, his hair matching their colors of emerald and gold, Andromeda approaches them with the idea of the two of them adopting Teddy as their own
  • It’d be so much easier for the two of them to keep up with him and raise him into modern society, and she just wants to step back and be a grandmother more than a parent
  • When Draco enthusiastically agrees to it, Harry can’t help but break down in tears
  • After living his whole life without a family, after everyone he’s lost, and after all he’s fought for, he can finally just live and be happy
  • Harry and Draco Malfoy-Potter and their Son Teddy Remus Lupin along with their two cats, Dobby and Colin, grow old together because for fuck’s sake these three deserve to be happy
chat noir’s nine lives

one.


- the first time chat noir dies, he doesn’t even notice. 

he’s flung a hundred feet into a solid brick wall before everything goes dark. he wakes up in a hospital bed with a sheet over his face and ladybug crying by his bedside.


two. 


- the second time chat noir dies, it’s slow enough for him to realize what death tastes like. 

it floods his mouth, stains his teeth, and numbs his tongue so he can’t find the words to call out for help. it’s sweet enough to make him want to swallow it back and keep fighting, but his stomach won’t let him keep it down and forces him to suffer through the aftertaste that makes his head swim and his vision grow spotty. it drips down his throat and spills past his lips. he wants to be rid of it, but it hurts him to let it go. he wants to stand, but it’s much easier to slip to the ground and sleep. 

maybe he doesn’t taste death. maybe it’s just the blood filling his mouth. 


three. 


- the third time chat noir dies, plagg sits him down and explains that this isn’t immortality. 

adrien listens as he lifts his shirt and stares at the scar today’s bullet wound gave him as a token of his sacrifice. all this time he thought his powers of chaos and destruction had also gifted him a mastery over death. more importantly, he thought he had the opportunity to shut his eyes to fear and be the shield ladybug deserved. she is creation, hope, and life. a light like hers doesn’t deserve to be suffocated before she has a chance to enchant the rest of the world. 

but magic doesn’t make him invincible, and his chivalry has a time limit.


four. 


- the fourth time chat noir dies, he begins to keep track so he doesn’t lose count. 

he marks his deaths in sharpie marker right over his heart so he doesn’t forget who he’s dying for. 

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Movie night

Pairing; Park Jimin x Reader

Words; 3.2k

Genre; Angst (if you squint), PURE SMUT, Fluff (if you look real closely)

Summary; You and Jimin have been in a 6 month long relationship and the most you’ve done is make-out. During a movie night you deicde to push the boundaries but things don’t go as planned.

A/N; I’m still low-key sick so this isn’t perfect but I tried!

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So I was thinking...

Everywhere in the Drarry fandom you see that Draco always steals people’s Harry’s sweaters, curls up in front of the fire, snuggles up with people Harry for warmth… 

Because Draco is always cold, right?

But then consider this; Draco always got huge baskets filled with food from home (usually sweets, which are high calorie things) and he was already described as skinny before the stress from sixth year made him look like a skeleton. So even when he ate quite a lot he was skinny. Of course this could just be because he was a growing teenage boy, but it could also be caused by a high metabolims rate. Aka he can eat whatever he wants to and won’t gain a single pound. 

Now the energy from that food still needs to go somewhere, and as someone whose social circles are filled with these kind of people I know from experience where this energy goes to; Heat. People with a high metabolism rate are hotter than a forest fire. They also often need to eat extra during periods of stress or sickness because they have no fat reserves.

So consider this; Draco with a high metabolism eating more than Ronald Weasley due to stress. Draco being super ashamed of that since it’s unfitting for a pureblood to order and eat larger meals. Draco being the one Harry snuggles with because wouldn’t it make much more sense to get cold from losing a part of your soul (i mean soul-less people are usually considered to be cold people) instead of hot? Harry ordering three deserts on their first date and calling it “our new tradition from now on”. Harry putting too much on his plate and passing parts of it on to Draco so he doesn’t have to feel ashamed for getting a mountain of food. Draco loving Harry even more for all of his kind gestures. 

Anyway I’m going to have lunch now

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Harry Potter’s laugh.

Draco first hears it on the Hogwarts Express. But when he enters the offending compartment, he finds Harry Potter with a Weasley. Which can’t be right.

Later, he hears it at the feast and begins the first of many extended stares across the Great Hall to the Gryffindor table. Potter doesn’t notice yet.

As the years pass, Draco is always seeking that sound. Even sometimes when it’s at his own expense. It is always worth it.

When Voldemort curses the dark mark on his arm, it’s the sound that consumes his thoughts and distracts him from the excruciating pain. A barrier between him and the darkness.

It’s the only thing that gets him through sixth year, even as he follows the orders of a man he despises. And it’s a distorted high pitched version of that sound he hears when Harry Potter slashes his chest wide open and he thinks he might die.

After that he doesn’t hear it in his head anymore. And Harry Potter doesn’t return to Hogwarts for their seventh year.

When the war is finally over, Harry Potter doesn’t seem to make that sound anymore, or even smile. Every picture in The Daily Prophet shows a grim, solemn face.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy meet again when they bump into one another at Diagon Alley. For a moment they just stare at each other, both uncertain what to say after so many years and with a history like theirs.

Until Draco sticks out a hand and says “The name’s Malfoy….Draco Malfoy.”

And Harry Potter laughs.