Keith is just so precious! I love him so much. And I bet the music was Lance or Pidge idea... Maybe Coran though 🤔. And he said he wouldn't cry XD. Obviously he was going to cry, that's why he hide his eyes at the end. I don't know why I can hear Lance laughing.
He was absolutely going to cry. He already knew that he was close to teams when he started rubbing his fingers - I do the same thing, only that I rub my neck.
I THOUGHT THAT THE MUSIC WAS A JOKE BY THE ANIMATION TEAM IF SOMEONE FROM TEAM VOLTRON IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THAT I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED IN THEM,,,,, LET HIM CRY FOR GODS SAKE LET HIM HAVE EMOTIONS WITHOUT RIDICULING HIM D:
Hi destiny! I love your FFXV and KH interactions so much they're all so cute~ I wondered if you had any personal headcannons for their interactions that you haven't mentioned yet? Just any random little things that you've thought about but stuff that maybe isn't enough for a drawing/comic? Just curious~
I’m glad you like them, Anon! Hmm… Let’s see…
FFXV x KH Headcanons That I Have But Probably Won’t Doodle Part 1(?)
Sora really wants to take the Regalia for a spin and Ignis is Very Much Opposed (I mean. I can’t blame him. Here’s a well-meaning but somewhat reckless and excitable boy from literally another planet and he wants to drive the Very Expensive Car??? No!!!)
But Noct and Prom see how disappointed Sora is that Ignis won’t let him give the Regalia a spin so while Ignis is otherwise occupied, they sneak to the car and stuff that dorkupine into the driver’s seat
Sora’s an average driver but
The Regalia Type F
As soon as that baby is airborne, Sora flies it like he was born to do it. Our little ace pilot boy is gliding and twirling that flying car and everyone is so impressed.
Including Ignis and Gladio who see the car from the ground
After that, whenever the Regalia needs to take to the skies, Sora’s the one at the controls
Sora is a picky eater and he hates spicy food. But he will not tell Ignis about his preferences since he’s embarrassed about his pickiness. (Don’t make fun of picky eaters, guys!) He forces himself to eat whatever Ignis cooks until he’s not hungry anymore, and then he finds a way to discreetly get rid of the rest of his food
Yes he usually tries to feed it to nearby animals.
Yes he accidentally feeds brussels sprouts to a daemon
Yes Ignis rushes to his aid and immediately the jig is up. But Ignis senses Sora’s embarrassment and doesn’t approach him directly about his food preferences
So Ignis works on being even more Observant than usual during mealtimes and picks up on what Sora likes and doesn’t like. He doesn’t always accommodate Sora! But each meal usually includes at least a side dish that he knows Sora likes
Sora almost beats Gladio in an arm wrestling match and this fact keeps Gladio up that night
Sora has cut through buildings and sliced through rock. Kid’s a beast.
Sora summons Tinkerbell and the boys all get to fly around for a while! Yay!!!
Ignis is pretty tense the entire time he’s in the air. I don’t think he’d enjoy flying very much
Prompto on the other hand
Noctis can’t stop giggling. He is having so much fun it is SO CUTE
Yes the boys have used pixie dust to float over mountains they’re too lazy to hike up
Sora is used to blazing island heat, so he’s usually not suffering in the desert as much as the other boys are
But he does get cold much more easily
He usually needs extra blankets in the tent. He becomes a little sleeping bag burrito with only the brown spikes of his hair sticking out of the top.
Sora likes to sleep under the stars sometimes. He likes to look up and think about all the worlds out there and hopes his friends are doing okay. It comforts him and helps him fall asleep.
Yes sometimes the other bros join him! :)
Story time around the campfire!!
Sora loves hearing embarrassing stories from the chocobros’ childhoods
Gladio and Ignis have sooooooo much dirt on babby Noctis growing up
Like the time he tried to be a mother hen by stealing eggs from the kitchens, folding them up in a Very Expensive pillow, and sitting on them. Crushing all of the eggs inside. Noctis thought he’d killed the unborn chicks and oh my GOD how he CRIED!!!!
Sora tells them about the other worlds he’s visited
Everyone wants to go to Neverland since not growing up would be Nice
Sora wishing and wishing during the long night that they’d all just gone to Neverland and stayed there forever.
Prompt: Could you write a rope bunny fic for yoongi where he goes down on y/n and teases her and is super dominate and sexy like restrains her with handcuffs and the ropes and fucks her til she can’t remember her own name please lmao (Daddy kink encouraged)FAM I TRIED. YOU ARE WILD
A/N: I’d like to make a huge shout out to Admin Kea, because honestly she completely saved this fic from the absolute trash that it was. Everyone thank her for being able to save this fic.
“You’re not… who?” you blinked, taking a step back and away from him.
“I’m not-” Dean took a deep breath,trying to calm down his wildly beating heart; it was out now there was nothing he could do to take it back and maybe he didn’t want to “I’m not Jensen.”
“What- what do you mean you’re not Jensen?” you blinked the tears from your eyes, watching him carefully and Dean hated himself for how you seemed to withdraw from him even more.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” he whispered, his voice rough; feeling a pang in his chest as you took yet another step back “I swear I’m not gonna hurt you just- I need you to listen to me, please. And then- then you can do whatever you want. Run, leave for good or kick me as hard as you can, I’ll take it.” he lowered his head letting out a shaky breath “I’d take it all from you.” he closed his eyes for a moment.
“I asked you one thing: What the hell are you talking about?” you pursed your lips, trying to seem brave although your hands were shaking.
“I’m not Jensen, not your husband Jensen.” he breathed out, looking at you “I’m Dean, Dean Winchester. The very same character your husband plays in the show, Supernatural. We’re here from our universe because a witch-”
Summary: When the girl Dean’s been in love with for years returns home from a disastrous date, he takes it upon himself to make her feel better. But things do not go as planned and feelings he’d kept under wraps for years begin to surface. Which is a bad thing. Right?
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Cameron (OMC, mentioned)
Word count: 2191
Warnings: Language, a smudge of angst and fluff. So much fluff, guys.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog‘s Romcom Fluff Challenge and @hannahindie‘s HanCelebratesWithPawnee challenge. Ladies, thank you so much for granting me an extension and allowing me to combine your two wonderful challenges. I hope this was worth the wait.
Special thank you to my twin @ravengirl94 who’s helped me so much with this. She’s the best.
My prompts for this were “I’m wildly
unhappy, and I’m trying to buy it, and it’s not working” from Crazy, Stupid, Love (I am so in love with that movie btw) and “I’m fine. It’s just
that life is pointless, and nothing matters, and I’m always tired.” (Both are included in bold in the text below. Gif’s not mine. x )
Without further ado. Enjoy <3
The kitchen was a
mess, filled with empty pans, dough-dusted spoons and muffin-stuffed cooling
racks while specks of splattered batter and flour painted the surface of the
counter in shades of white, the homely image reminding Dean of mornings he used
to spend by his mother’s side while she baked his favorite pie or cut the crust off his sandwich.
grip around the glass he’d been holding, Dean felt his heart clenching painfully at
the memory and waited for the all too familiar feelings of homesickness and
grief to wash over him like they always did, but
Y/N caught the subtle change in him and reached over to graze his arm
with her fingertips, the light pressure enough to ground him back to Earth,
back into the moment he got to spend with her.
It was one of the
things he loved about her, the way she could read him like an open book, how she accepted him for all he was, taking in mistakes and wounds and scars and giving nothing but smiles and
affection in return.
Y/N was warmth and
comfort to him and that was partly the reason he’d been glad that he was the one she sought for after that
date of hers went terribly wrong. He’d been glad because she trusted him
enough to be vulnerable around him, trusted him enough to let him in, let him
wipe that look of disappointment off her face with a silly joke and a forehead
kiss, and tell her that, God, she deserved so much better than Mr.
Ballsy, the guy who thought buying her a drink would land him a one-way ticket to her bed.
Imagine being Professor Snape's apprentice and him protecting you from Professor Umbridge
(I just got too inspire from a hc that was sent in XD hope i did it justice and you all like it :D Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)
You were called into Umbridge’s office again this time this week and this time it seemed she wasn’t going to let you off so easily.
The woman was accusing you of using magic to distract the others while in her class and you couldn’t believe it. Clearly, someone was setting you up and you just didn’t have any of it.
You started to argue with her and after opening your mouth to say one thing against her methods, your realized how utterly screwed you were. The old hag silenced with a glare and sudden smile.
1000 lines it was for you and 1000 lines you wrote. The marks in your hand from her quill had engraved into you so much, you knew they were going to last for a terribly long while.
As she released you, you cursed the wretched woman under your breath and made sure to hide your embarrassing punishment under your sleeves.
Your friends who waited for you by the stairs, quickly went to join you. They asked you countless of questions and you were quick to dismiss them. You asked for the hour and soon enough, realized how late you were to your next lesson.
Although, classes were over for the day, you still had your private potion lessons with professor Snape to attend to. Quickly, dismissing them away, you ran down the stairs and just hoped he was still there waiting.
For as long as you could remember, you always had a love for potion making and had from the start of your years at Hogwarts, you begged him to let you learn more and let you help him.
After being so persistent about it, your work finally payed off and he had offered you the apprenticeship you wanted so badly. Your tasks were rather simple, it included brewing some potion, putting ingredients away in new jars, cleaning up the potion room and in exchange professor Snape would give you extra insight in the world of potion making.
At first, it was pretty awkward, him being cold and a little too blunt. He would have a habit of pointing out all your wrongdoings and would rather barge in to handle things himself rather than explain to you carefully.
Surely, you ended up adapting to him and learned to read from his expressions and sighs to correct yourself beforehand, and oddly enough you grew to be right with each and every one of them. Slowly, he became less stuck up with you, nodding in praise and even letting you know you did great and so on.
Your relationship with him became less strained and even in his own classroom, as eventually you were regarded as the only one he had absolutely nothing to say against.
With you being so hardworking and trustworthy, he got used to your frequent company and couldn’t deny he was somewhat attached to you.
Noticing the first few minutes pass, he bit his lip in slight annoyance but kept his calm, trying his best to not get too worked up by your sudden and slight tardiness. He moved himself to go work on some stuff beforehand and tried to forget about the time for the little while.
However, soon enough, alone and bored, the few minutes started to become a good hour or so and he was starting to get worried rather than grow angry from the situation.
It was truly strange of you to not be on time, he knew something was keeping you up at that point, certainly he couldn’t ever imagine you missing out on a lesson on purpose, even when you’d be more than sick you’d show your head up and make him have to practically walk you back to your room to keep you from staying.
Certainly something was up and he knew he had to figure it out. Getting up from his seat, he moved towards the door as calmly as he could, collecting his thoughts on a clear and reasonable explanation for this.
As he opened the door, he felt his heart jump in and his eyes widened in surprise to see you so sudden. Out of breath, you pushed him out of the way and quickly got in, preparing yourself to start brewing some potions.
“I’m so sorry, Professor! I-It wasn’t my intention to keep you waiting for so long! I just forgot about today…”
Looking at you back, he frowned at your last words. “Forgot”, impossible he thought, if anything you had every set out date in your notebook and you would even write it out on your hand in the morning just to be sure.
He knew something was off with you, you weren’t yourself. You seemed too distraught and nervous and he had yet to open his mouth.
Trailing his gaze down, he noticed how you kept avoiding showing off your hands as you’d take out the needed ingredients and how you kept them closer to yourself more than usually.
Following your movements, he finally caught a glimpse of something new with you. It was too weird of a sight to see you with gloves all of a sudden and he knew for sure something was up. He approached closer to you, being careful with his steps to not just scare you away and stealthily reached to your shoulder.
Gripping onto you, he made you turn around to finally face him. His eyes went down to your hands and quickly you tried to hide them behind your back. Growling, he tried to force your arm out.
“Y/N…I don’t think you forgot about today…But rather something was keeping you…”, eyeing up from your nervous gaze to your hands.
Reaching down to your wrists, he pulled your hand up, forcing you to look and explain yourself.
“You really expected me to believe that you had forgotten about today…”
You shied your gaze away from that remark and were truly cornered. You didn’t knew what to say properly, feeling like letting him know of what happened would disappoint him a little too much.
From that simple look, he knew you wouldn’t say anything more and he finally had his opportunity. “Take it off…”
“Take. It. Off. Y/N…I am not repeating myself…”
With his authoritative gaze upon you from higher up, you sighed in defeat. Doing just as he asked, you slid your glove off the hand he was holding you from, exposing to him your newly fresh scars from your punishment.
You could feel his grip tightening the instant he caught sight of the little red marks. Darkness was filling his eyes and you swore you felt anger coming from the way his grip shook. He knew exactly whose work it was and just couldn’t believe she even dared to lay a hand on you.
There was no way he was ever going to believe you ever did anything wrong, even to her. Gritting his teeth, he pulled your hand closer and traced his fingers along the scars. Feeling and seeing how deep they were, he was fuming at the thought of yourself writing lines and lines, going through such punishment for something you surely hadn’t done.
“Why…”, he asked, wanting to know how to confront the old woman.
Staying silent for a while, you took a deep breath. From the way he held you, his tone and his gaze you knew you could trust him enough with the truth. As you explained the misunderstanding there was between you and her, he slowly let go of your wrist.
Turning away from you, he made a quick move towards the door, slamming it open as he walked out. Surprised, you jumped and yelped at the sudden outburst.
Registering what had just happened, you realized his intentions and quickly rushed out yourself.
From it had seemed, he was already quite far ahead. He walked as fast as he could, and from his stance and the way he’d stomp, it was clear to everyone who happened to be near by that he was in a hurry to confront someone.
They all made way for him, not saying a word and avoiding his stern gaze. Even the stairs didn’t dare to change as he climbed them up.
You tried your best to catch up to him, and ended up having to run after just to catch a glimpse of him. Finally, you caught sight of him walking towards Professor Umbridge’s office and from the down the hall you tried to beg him to come back.
However, you were too late and already he barged in, slamming the door right behind him. At that sound, the others had grown too curious to not want to know as to what was going to happen.
They all moved in closer to you and to her office, gathering around and trying to keep quiet to listen as to what was being said.
“Professor Snape?!”, the woman yelped at the unexpected visit and sudden slam of her door.
“How dare you enter with no permission?! I did not inv-”
Not caring an instant about her, he moved in closer, towering above her as she sat behind her desk. Frowning and glaring down at her, he snapped.
“What the hell are your intentions towards Y/N?!”
Hearing your name, she faked her ignorance, “I beg your pardon, who?”
From the way he said your full name, she realized she couldn’t hide her intention and simply decided to let her thoughts about you known, trying to convince him to her side.
“Oh that little brat…Enjoys playing jokes a little too much so I gave her what she deserved-”
Not believing for an instant her excuse to have punished you, he groaned in disgust under his breath and staring at her with disdain for even daring using such words to describe you.
Soon enough he couldn’t stand her anymore with her insolence towards you, he slammed his hands down to her desk, startling her. Cutting her mid sentence, he raised his voice over hers. “You listen to me carefully! And make sure to understand me because I won’t repeat myself!”
He leaned in closer and growled. “The next time I ever see one more scar on my apprentice, Y/N, L/N coming from your stupid quill…or any sort of punishment you can come up with…I’ll make sure it’ll be the last day you’ll ever be seen alive…”
His cold gaze fixed upon her own, he could see the sudden terror in her eyes from the warning he gave her. Smirking arrogantly, he leaned back, straightening himself up.
With nothing else to say, she had to let the man walk out. At his words, everyone outside had gasps and oddly enough your friends kept patting your back and giggling between them from the whole situation.
As the door opened, they all stepped away and tried to act like they hadn’t heard the whole conversation and how defensive he was about you. Your gaze met his as he stepped out. Not caring about the others around, he nodded you over, telling you to hurry and join him for your lesson.
Following his footstep, you couldn’t help but smile, thinking to yourself about how protected you actually were.
Barnes x Reader
Warnings: angst, jealous!Bucky (lmao bitch u know what’s comin next), SMUT,
unprotected sexy time (donut be silly, wrap that willy u kno)
Summary: Bucky gives into his jealousy and confesses his love for you
Word Count: 1.9k+
A/N: Part 2 of Tequila Works Wonders!!!!! I’d like to thank the Steve to my Bucky, @sickplanets for giving me the idea for the smut! Thanks you homo, all the homoeroticas for you from me :*
Sometimes you just gotta write smutty bed sharing. You just gotta, because @alienor-woods prompts you too. Thanks bae, this is entirely dedicated to you <3
They get into a groove of it, push and pull and not that, I did it anyway, and somehow managing to make it all work. Well, “work.” Bellamy’s not sure they’re really getting any closer to saving everyone from the end of the world, but Clarke is so sure there’s a solution, so sure that if they just keep working, they’ll find something.
He loves that about her. Loves her certainty that borders on pigheadedness because underneath it, Clarke Griffin fundamentally refuses to give up on people. And there’s no way in the world Bellamy Blake can give up on Clarke Griffin. Not at this point. So he sticks with her, tries to help, tries to guide her and advise her and just support her when lack of sleep and heart crushing disappointment threaten to overwhelm her. And Clarke lets him, looks to him, leans on him.
Clarke’s habit of taking over his space hasn’t been lost on Bellamy. They’d picked right back where they had been in terms of their trust, their ability to get each other like no one else, their ability to listen to each other. But now, it’s more than quick shoulder squeezes and out of the blue hugs, Clarke a surprise in his arms. Clarke’s proximity isn’t to get his attention or to prove a point, not anymore.
He’s not sure what exactly pulls her into his orbit, right up close so that when he shifts his arms brushes her side, or that when she cranes her neck to look at him, she has to turn just a bit further because she’s so close. She touches him now, as if to reassure herself he’s right there, that she found her way home- home from the woods, home from the City of Light. She touches him like Bellamy is her only barometer of safety, like touching him reminds Clarke this isn’t a dream.
You keep letting me down over and over again. but it’s okay, I’m used to it by now…
And you don’t care. Why would you? As long as I’m always there for you when you dicide you need me, there’s no problem, right?
Summary: On Dean’s birthday, you and Sam decide to throw your version of a party. Burgers, drinks, pie, the whole nine for your best friend. Sam goes to bed, leaving a very drunk Dean and a very drunk and very flirty you to yourselves.
Word Count: 2,028
Warnings: Drinking, very mild nudity, implied smut
A/N: This was written for @winchester-writes‘s Birthday Challenge! My alcohol of choice was Deanston scotch and my quote prompt was “Babe, I’m gonna need you to calm down a little bit, okay?” Both are bolded where they appear in the story! (this is totally a day late, and I’m so sorry!)
Sam was out getting bacon cheeseburgers and something called ‘Super Mega Cheesy Fries,’ you were piling liquor bottles onto the table, and Dean was laid up in bed sleeping. Sam walked through the doors and threw the grease-soaked brown bag on the table beside the bottles.
“Set it up. Make it look good.” You instructed, then turned and walked down the hall to Dean’s room.
Popping the door open, you peeked your head in slowly and saw Dean’s side rising and falling with his calm breaths. You stepped to the bed, placing your hand on his shoulder and shaking him lightly.
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY @destieldrabblesdaily !!!! Shirley, you are the best. the absolute best. HERE IS A BIRTHDAY GIFT OF A HIGH-SCHOOL AU FOR YOU <333
Dean let out a long, slow breath.
He’d imagined this moment so many times that he’d managed to make the reality of it feel like another daydream. Should he do it at school, or somewhere else? Separately, or all at once? Slowly, or bluntly? Seriously, or as a joke? Over and over, round and round, he’d pictured how he should come out to his friends.
And now here he was, with them all gathered around one of the tables at lunch. It was too hot for them all to be hungry; the summer had set in early, and it was all around them - in the discarded juice boxes littering the floor, and the scent of hot tarmac outside, and the whine of the air conditioning. It was putting sheens on foreheads and turning skin to gold - and Dean and his friends were at one of the outside lunch tables, enjoying it.
Jo and Anna were laughing together about a video that Ash was showing them on his phone; Charlie was talking at length to Garth about the Dungeons and Dragons game that they were both a part of, and Hannah was quietly biting into an apple as she listened in. And opposite Dean, Castiel was reading his book.
Dean watched them all for a moment, unnoticed. He had his bare arms resting on the hot metal of the table, his t-shirt sticking slightly to his lower back in the heat. Soon, they’d need to move inside - but first, he had something he needed to tell them. They were his friends. He wanted them to know.
He took a deep breath, and let it go. He could feel his heart pounding.
“Dean?” Castiel said softly; when their eyes met over the table, Dean swallowed. Castiel’s face shifted; it was the barest hint of a frown, the tiniest tilt of the head, the gentlest clouding of his blue eyes - but in the silent language that they’d built up over the years, it was a clear question. Of course, Dean thought, Castiel would realise that something was wrong.
A/N: My dear, lovely, awesome @cupcakequeen1999 sent me a particularly interesting scenario for me to write and I had a lot of fun writing it! Hope you guys enjoy it!
Hiya! Can you do one where T'Challa is dating the reader and when her ex shows up for dinner or something, T'Challa keeps sending him subtle “she’s mine” signals (kissing her, grabbing her butt, etc.)? I feel like he would be the guy to do that…
Pairing: T’Challa x F!Reader
Warnings: Groping, heavy making-out, awkward conversations, ex-boyfriends, jealous!T’Challa. (Remind me if I forgot anything)