slow to react

The telltale Marauder’s Map

Imagine Harry dragging the Marauder’s Map everywhere with him, just so he can keep an eye on Malfoy at all times. (Yeah okay, you don’t really have to imagine this part, because it happened.) Ron and Hermione are so fed up with him, because Harry is so absorbed in his map, they can’t even have a normal conversation with him.

The only time Harry isn’t staring at the map, is when his eyes are fixed on the actual Malfoy, walking past him. Hermione jumps at the chance and grabs the map. She’s not planning on hiding it or anything. She knows all too well she would never get away with it. Harry would probably even threaten to hex her if she didn’t give it back. She instead doodles something on it and grins, when the little heart she made around Malfoy’s dot sticks and moves along with it.

As soon as Malfoy is out of sight, Harry’s gaze wanders back to the map.

“Guys, I really think he’s up to- What is that?” Harry exclaims. Ron looks over his shoulder and snickers.

“Well, I think Hermione nailed it, mate.”

After that, Harry blushes every time he looks at the map. He’s so flustered, he doesn’t even realize the heart-framed dot is approaching him rapidly, even though he’s staring at it.

“What is it with you lately, Potter?” Malfoy drawls, startling Harry. He’s standing right in front of him and Harry is so surprised, he’s too slow to react when Malfoy grabs the Marauder’s Map out of his fingers. “Are you turning into a bookworm? Wherever you go, your nose is always buried in… some… parchment…”

Malfoy frowns as he looks at the map.

“What is this?”

Harry doesn’t answer. He’s beginning to sweat and his heart is beating rapidly.

“Give it back, Malfoy,” he grumbles and snatches it from him.

But judging from Malfoy’s incredulous look, he already saw… it. Bloody hell! Why did Hermione have to do that?

“Dear Merlin, what are you, Potter, five?” Malfoy sneers. But it hasn’t escaped Harry that his cheeks have turned pink and his voice is a bit shaky.

“Would you rather I kissed your dot goodnight before I go to sleep?” Harry counters. But… wait…

Malfoy opens his mouth, but doesn’t say anything. He just stares at Harry.

“Wow, um… I really don’t know why I said that,” Harry murmurs sheepishly.

“Do you do that?” Malfoy asks in a high-pitched voice.

“No?” Harry doesn’t know why his answer sounds like a question, because it’s the truth. He has never done that, nor would he ever do it.

Okay, so he stared at the heart-framed dot, wondering if Hermione might actually be on to something. Maybe he even imagined what Malfoy’s hair would feel like if he ran his hands through it, what Malfoy would do if Harry pushed him against a wall, what his lips would feel like on Harry’s, what sounds he would make while Harry sucked on his neck…

They stare at each other some more until a sound at the end of the corridor startles them. Malfoy looks over his shoulder and when his eyes land on Harry again, his expression is determined. He grabs Harry’s arm and drags him into the next broom closet.

Originally posted by nerdreamer

Masterlist

This is a complete Masterlist of all of our headcanon/scenario posts. Updated regularly


Headcanons/Scenarios:


RFA + V + Saeran making chocolates with MC *Favourite*

RFA + V + Saeran reacting to MC cosplaying as them

RFA + Saeran and helping MC babysit *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran at the Zoo

RFA + Unknown on “Boyfriend Duty”

RFA+V and Saeran being college classmates with MC

RFA +V + Saeran reacting to MC who is a Physics/Engineering Major

RFA reacting to MC  falling asleep on them

Saeran reacts to MC falling asleep on him

Zen, Jumin, and Saeyoung Crushing on MC *Favourite*

RFA + V + Saeran with an Energetic MC

RFA + Saeran go make-up shopping with MC

RFA + Saeran + V with Black belt MC

RFA + V + Saeran reacting to MC’s old bullies

RFA + Saeran + V know MC before the RFA

RFA reacting to MC giving them a Massage *Favourite*

Saeran, V, and Vanderwood react to MC giving them a Massage

RFA remembering MC after a Reset

RFA + V + Saeran with MC who loves anime *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran Kissing MC Beginning vs Dating for awhile *Favourite*

RFA + V + Saeran with an MC with back pain and a scar

RFA+Saeran+V with MC who is getting famous for singing

RFA with a Curvy MC who wears a tight black dress

RFA + Saeran + V meeting MC’s parents for the first time *Favourite*

RFA with an MC who gets gradually more affectionate

RFA + Saeran teaching MC how to drive *Favourite*

V reacting to seeing MC for the first time after eye surgery *Favourite*

RFA react to MC having a celebrity crush

RFA + V + Saeran play Spin the Bottle

RFA reacting to MC’s parents wanting her to have an arranged marriage

RFA + Saeran take care of sick MC

MC takes care of a sick RFA + Saeran*Favourite*

MC takes care of Sick V

RFA thinks MC is crushing on them

RFA + Saeran + V React to really short MC

RFA + Saeran go prom shopping with their daughter

RFA + Saeran + V +Vanderwood react to Mute MC

RFA + Saeran +V get jealous

RFA runs into MC’s ex who’s a good guy

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC dying in childbirth  *Favourite*

Saeran, Yoosung, Jumin, and Seven have trouble crushing on MC *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC who overcame cancer as a kid

MC finds the RFA + Saeran +V’s secret hobby/collection

RFA + Saeran, V, and Vanderwood react to Magician MC

RFA + Saeran + V finding MC’s antidepressants

RFA + Saeran + V play the Pocky Game with the MC

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC with lots of tattoos

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC after her wisdom teeth are pulled *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran waiting for college acceptance letters

Zen, Yoosung, Jumin, Seven, and Saeran when they feel cuddly *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran + V get nervous on their wedding day

RFA finds MC’s old fanfiction *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC holding their pinky

RFA + Saeran +V react to MC who’s insecure about her crooked teeth

RFA react to MC playing a dating sim *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC who can’t cook well

Jaehee and MC doing yoga together *Favourite*

RFA reacts to a tall MC

RFA + Saeran + V react to an MC is obsessed with a stuffed animal

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC who is afraid of the dark

RFA + Saeran react to Mermaid!MC

MC snaps at the RFA + Saeran + V *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran reacting to MC insecure after seeing her ex

RFA + Saeran + V reacting to Vampire!MC

RFA + Saeran + V taking MC on a picnic

RFA + Saeran + V comforting Dancer!MC who messed up on stage

RFA + Saeran + V as MC’s college professors

MC is a cousin/sibling of the RFA + Saeran + V + Vanderwood

RFA + Saeran + V + Vanderwood react to an alcoholic MC

Beach day with the RFA + Saeran *Favourite*

RFA + V meet MC on the bus

MC hires an actor to prank the RFA

RFA + Saeran react to a suddenly affectionate MC

RFA reacting to American MC who’s into politics

RFA + Saeran + V meet and crush on MC before the party

RFA + Saeran + V react to an Alternative MC

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC getting into a bad car crash

RFA + Saeran + V find out MC was their childhood friend

RFA + Saeran are caught making out with MC *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran + V comfort an MC who’s scared of thunder/lightning

RFA + Saeran with MC after the RFA party *Favourite*

Songs that represent the RFA + Saeran + V

RFA + Saeran + V react to finding out MC is pregnant

RFA react to MC competing in horse jumping competitions

RFA + Saeran + V react to Nurse!MC who has late shifts

How the RFA comfort MC

RFA + Saeran + V and their Nicknames for MC *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran + V return from a long trip abroad

RFA + Saeran + V with MC who’d been cheated on

MC Serenades the RFA + Saeran + V

RFA + Saeran + V steal/accidentally eat MC’s candy *Favourite*

RFA reacts to MC who left because of Rika

MC finds the RFA listening to Kpop

RFA reacts to MC who’s an art school student

RFA react to MC who is cyberbullied

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC who sleeps with no clothes

RFA reacts to Yandere MC

MC allergic to Zen’s smoking

High School!RFA + Saeran + V takes MC through a test of courage *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran + V watch their favourite romantic movies with MC *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran are rivals with MC

RFA + Saeran + V get into an argument with MC and make it up to her

Yoosung, Saeyoung, and Saeran get locked in a closet with MC *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran + V with a ticklish MC

RFA + Saeran cuddle with MC *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran react to MC who is an identical triplet

RFA comfort MC whose cat died

RFA boys + Saeran + V’s first kiss with MC

Zen, Jumin, and Saeyoung react to MC who starts dancing in the rain

RFA + Saeran + V have their first slow dance with MC

RFA react to MC’s plane crashing

MC dreams about the RFA + Saeran + V as attractive monsters

RFA + Saeran + V + Vanderwood Genderbent

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC with a Strange Addiction

RFA react to highschool!MC getting straight A’s

RFA + Saeran + V realize they’re in love with MC

RFA + Saeran + V in a Disney AU

RFA Texts:

FA + Saeran: MC has a bug problem

RFA + V: Domestic Accidents

RFA + Saeran: Watching Shows/Dramas

RFA + V: Pick-up Lines *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran: Accidentally Texting the Wrong Person

RFA + V: April Fools’ Edition

RFA + Saeran: They Want to Cuddle *Favourite*

RFA + V tease MC about crushing on another member

Ficlets:

Seven x MC: MC Left the RFA (Part 1)

Seven x MC: MC Left the RFA (Part 2)

Jumin x MC: Cruel Fate (Part 1)

Jumin x MC: Cruel Fate (Part 2)

Seven talks to MC’s Mom

Seven x MC: The Eye-Contact Incident

Seven x MC: Fix Things

EnChoi Your Friday:

The Chois go Camping (Saeyoung x MC)

Making Breakfast for Dinner (Saeran x MC)

Tom and the Twins

Car Wash Day (Saeyoung x MC)

Saeran finds a puppy (Saeran x MC)

Roadtrip (Saeyoung x MC)

Bro Night *Favourite*

Cleaning Mode Activated

Babysitting Shenanigans *Favourite*

Enchoi your Birthday *Favourite*

A Day to the Aquarium (Saeran x MC)

6

Anon request: Fighting with Jungkook + drabble
It’s not the same as Yoongi’s but I thought this fit better. 
I am so sorry it has taken so long, it has been sitting in my drafts for weeeeks (ask you can tell by the date of the text) I am so sorry
I hope you like it! 


Jungkook x Reader
Warnings: Implied Smut
Words: 1250


You knocked once on the bathroom door and waited for a response. After receiving a text from Yoongi, you rushed out of the door and into the nearest taxi. Reading over the texts again and again, you felt your stomach twist as the guilt set in. Fuck, what had you done. The fact Jungkook thought he was a bad boyfriend made your heart squeeze into your throat. He was far from it, in fact he was the best boyfriend you have ever had, going above and beyond anyone ever had. Making you smile when you needed it, telling you that he loved you nearly every day even when he was on tour. He would always make you feel so loved and important and you couldn’t even let him off this one time. You were being selfish and you needed to fix it. You phone beeped with another text, this time from Taehyung.  

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“Eyes Up Here”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (College AU)

Summary: In which you can’t take your eyes off of Steve’s rather glorious abs.

This story was heavily inspired by “Counting One, Two Three” written by @brighterlights. Naturally, this one’s for Jade as she shares my fangirl feelings about Steve/Chris.

A/N: This is my first Steve story, and I thought it’s finally time to bring it out of queue-purgatory. Because I’ve gotten so used to writing for Bucky, switching over to Steve was a little bit of a challenge. However, I adore him so I’m going to try my best. Hope you enjoy! - j xx

“Sssh, guys it’s happening.”

Right when you look up, a tall figure stops running and pulls off his shirt, revealing a body Michelangelo’s David would have envied. The sunshine and sweat add a shiny gleam to the ridges of his pectoral and abdominal muscles, making him look like a fallen god from the skies of Olympus.

That is, if fallen gods wore tight gray running shirts and track pants.

“And there it is,” Wanda breaths, her already-large eyes widening. She and Nat start a slow clap, the latter adding in a couple of whistles.

“I can’t tell believe you dragged me out of bed at six in the morning on a Wednesday to watch someone take off his shirt,” you sigh as you tiredly rub your eyes. You look around - there’s no one at the track but three of you and the hottie with the abs.

“You can grumble all you want, (Y/N), but you have to admit this is hell of a view,” Nat grins. Her steely gaze turns pensive and she muses, “You think those abs are completely gym-manufactured or made through sports?”

“It’s got to be both. That,” Wanda moves her hand in the direction of the abs in question, “is too incredible and has to be a result of magic.”

“It’s too early for this,” you sigh. But Nat is right, those abs are rather glorious, and you can’t help blush as you watch the athlete’s chest rise and fall as he catches his breath.

Right then the half-naked person of their discussion squints their way, his hand shielding his eyes from the sun. While you’re too slow to react, Wanda immediately drops her eyes to the phone while Nat casually blows a bubble with her gum.

His eyes stop on you, and his lips turn up into cheekily smile. He first waves before sending you a two-finger salute. Something in your brain clicks as soon as he salutes, and you gasp, “Holy motherfu -”

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Patater Week Day 3 - Fake Dating ( Part 1/?)

Another partially complete one because this fic has decided it wants to be really long. Here’s like 4k though.


“Kent?”

Kent looked up from his cocktail to see Jack looking at him with a frown on his face, various Falconers arrayed behind him and looking on curiously. Oh shit. He had been successfully avoiding Jack for months, and now he goes and picks the same goddamn bar after the game. Is this the universe telling him to stop drinking? Fuck you, universe.

“Jack,” he said evenly. There is an absolutely zero percent chance that Jack will believe him that this is just a coincidence, especially because none of his teammates are here. Sue him for wanting to have a quiet night. Next time he’d just go with them to the shitty club.

“Why are you here?” Jack said forbiddingly. “I thought I made myself clear—“

“Yeah, yeah, I got it, Zimms, you don’t want to see me.” He pushed back from the bar, mouth twisting bitterly, and abandoned his drink. “I’m not stalking you, promise.” He made a split-second, impulsive decision. “I’m here to see him.” He reached out and pulls in the nearest Falconer, not even looking at his face.

“You’re here to see…Tater?” Jack asked incredulously.

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Painting meatballs

For @copperbadge: Sounds like you could use some cheering up this week. :) 


Most days, being a superhero did not pay off. He’d been chased through probably twenty miles of tunnel, managed to drop his last nine arrows down an open manhole (who just leaves manholes open?), and it was only by the grace of his fingertips that he hadn’t gone down after them. He’d forgotten to go grocery shopping, he had a headache from somewhere south of hell, and he was almost hungry enough to share a bowl of Kibbles ‘N’ Bits with Lucky and call it a night.

“Happy freaking birthday to me,” he grumbled as he trudged up the stairs to his apartment. By the time he realized that his keys had apparently gone the way of the arrows, he didn’t even have enough frustration left in him to swear. He dropped his head forward, hitting the door about ten million times harder than he’d meant to, and jerked away with both hands over his forehead.

He definitely didn’t think anyone could blame him for being a tiny bit slow to react when his apartment door opened by itself, but he did manage to have a knife up by the time the interloper leaned around the doorway.

Natasha quirked an eyebrow at him. “Is that a sharpened butter knife?”

Clint glowered at her and slid the blade back into his boot – one of only three, but his count, that hadn’t ended up buried in some guy’s thigh, or washed away in Shit River. “I had to improvise,” he defended. “Why are you in my apartment?”

The other eyebrow quirked up to join the first. “Why are you not in your apartment? Also, you smell like sewage.”

“Long story.”

She tipped her head to the left to examine him, and maybe he was projecting or something else that the group home counselor would have said was unhealthy, but he was positive she could see right through the smarting mark on his head and read his mind. Without a word, she stepped back to hold the door open and gestured inside with one hand.

“I’ll get you a beer.”

“Don’t have any,” Clint muttered. He had about half a bottle of Nat’s shitty vodka somewhere, though he’d used the whiskey for antiseptic the week before.

“Good thing Jan knows how to throw a party,” she said. Her smile softened slightly and she gestured in again. “Though Tony thought jumping out and yelling ‘surprise’ was a smart idea for all of twenty-two seconds.”

Clint shuddered just imagining the heart attack he would have had if he’d opened the door and yelling had been the result. He was suddenly grateful that he’d lost his keys – he’d forgotten all about Stark’s threatened birthday party, and he was more than a little surprised that everyone else had apparently remembered. Now that he was paying attention like an ex-assassin and current masked superhero with poor apartment security and lots of enemies should be, he could hear the faint chatter of about half a dozen people and the subtle clinking of forks on plates.

He glanced at the door and then over to the elevator. “Maybe I should just go get some chips or something.”

Natasha shrugged. “If you want. But your meatballs will probably be cold by the time you get back.”

Clint’s stomach emitted a loud snarl, and his mouth instantly flooded with saliva. Nat might have been kinder than most people gave her credit for, but she still laughed at him as he stood rooted to the spot, doing a good impression of a meatball-zombie. 

“Please tell me they’re not those bullshit fancy meatless-meatballs or whatever Pepper had A Thing about,” he begged.

“Nope, they’re the cheap frozen meatballs you get out of a bag and dump in the oven.”

He could have kissed her. He definitely did moan, “My favorite.”

His apartment had been cleaned, and it smelled like Pinesol and sweet sweet processed meatballs fresh from the oven. Every lamp he owned had been moved into the living room, which had apparently not been enough, because there was an Iron Man suit standing in the corner and glowing like a six-and-a-half-foot art deco lamp.

“Surprise?” Tony offered, from the kitchen, and Holy Patron Saint of I’m never letting you live this down, was wearing a bright yellow apron liberally splashed with hearts and smiling sunflowers, a matching pair of oven mitts, and a lime green party hat.

“Why are you like this?” Clint blurted out with a laugh.

“Laugh all you want,” Tony said, setting down a tray of freshly cooked previously frozen guaranteed delicious meatballs so he could point at Clint with one bemittened hand. His eyes transferred over Clint’s shoulder and he nodded faintly. “But I’m leaving this here when I go. You can thank Jan.”

“Happy birthday!” Jan said as soon as Clint turned to face her, looking like she was ready to burst. “I really want to hug you, but you have been out doing things that got you a little too close to a sewer. Air hug!” She announced and crossed her arms over her own chest, squeezing hard and twisting side-to-side.

It looked like a really nice hug, and Clint was even sorrier about the damned sewer. He looked between his bathroom door and the piles of warm meatballs, and made a noise that he normally would have blamed on Lucky, but Lucky was on his back in the middle of the living room, shamelessly soaking up the belly rubs from Thor and getting his muzzle petted by Steve.

Natasha pushed past him to the kitchen, piled a dozen meatballs on a purple plate with the Hawkeye symbol stamped in the middle, and nudged him away with one finger. “They should be cooled down by the time you wash your hands. Go!”

Clint eagerly took the plate, leaned over, and lipped one of the meatballs right off the top. He tried to smirk at her, but was too busy sucking air in around the molten mouthful as she pushed him toward his bedroom.

~*~

Despite orders to the contrary, Clint had devoured the plate of meatballs before his shower, and he felt less likely to gnaw someone’s arm off by the time he made it back to the living room. A long folding table had been wedged between the couch and the bar, and it looked like Jan had dumped the entire Hawkeye section of Party City on top of it. It was cheesy, and stupid, and perfect. He stood in the doorway for a second to just look it over – they were all pretending that he wasn’t staring at them, and that was what good friends were for when you just got off of a Hell Week leading into Nightmare Night. Lucky was up on his back legs so he could have his front paw on Tony’s lap and was doing his damndest to get at the mountain of meatballs in the center of the table.

“I’m not feeding you,” Tony told the dog seriously, but his hand was wrapped around Lucky’s ribs to rub at his belly. “Seriously, have I ever fed a single thing in your entire life? Why don’t you go to climb in Steve’s lap? He’s a dog person, and I know for sure that he’s fed you at least once tonight.”

“That was just a treat, Tony,” Steve protested.

“He said the word treat,” Tony told Lucky, which just got him a messy kiss across the cheek and Tony leaning comically sideways in the chair to in a vain attempt to avoid it.

“Just push him away,” Clint suggested, stepping into the living room and climbing over the couch to get the open chair.

Tony gave him a frankly scandalized look, but turned back to Lucky to say, “You’re not getting anywhere with this. I am immune to canine flattery.”

“Not all canine flattery,” Natasha muttered, and for some unfathomable reason, Steve blushed and kicked her under the table. Natasha neatly dodged, and held an open beer out for Clint, so cold that it had mist curling out of the neck and droplets running down the sides.

“I love you,” Clint told her very seriously.

“I know,” she answered.

He swallowed about half of it before pressing the cold bottle gently to his forehead and rolling it back and forth. This was the life – why did he not have a million roommates again? He set the bottle aside and looked down to realize that what he’d mistaken for plates were actually large plastic painter’s pallets with little cups of “paint” set around the edges. There was a bright purple cup of paintbrushes sitting opposite his beer, and a stack of napkins with the Avengers Assemble cartoon Hawkeye at his elbow.

Jan leaned forward to explain, but Clint just shoved his finger in the yellow paint and licked it off – spicy mustard, the kind he got at Chinese restaurants and poured over everything.

“Or you could just do that,” Jan finished, laughing. “It was Steve’s idea.”

“This,” Clint said, snagging a meatball off the pile and a paintbrush, “Is the best birthday idea ever.”

Jan nudged Tony, who was still not-really fending off Lucky’s affectionate begging. “And you wanted to bring wine,” she scoffed.

Clint had three painted meatballs stuffed in his mouth when Jan climbed out of her chair and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She leaned over to press their cheeks together and squeezed hard, rocking him gently side-to-side.

“Happy birthday.”

“’appy meathba’ ‘ay,” Clint corrected, but he reached up to squeeze her wrist and leaned back against her.

Maybe he was just imagining it or something, but it seemed like his headache was gone.

Bts reaction to their clumsy s/o:

Anon Requested:  Hello, first of all i just wanna say that your blog is so awesome😍 And secondly, can i ask how bts would react to their gf being so smart yet so clumsy? Thank you and have a lovely day 💞 stay awesome admins💜

Hiii~ i know this is kind of weird. But could you do bts reacting to their s/o being a programmer who’s smart but so clumsy and kind of slow to react. Thank youu and have a nice day. Sorry if you didn’t do this kind of request :(

A/ N: If you’re a programmer anon then you’re probably the coolest person I’ll ever come across on this website.


Jin:

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Cutie will tell himself not to laugh at first but realized it was a bit too difficult when you blank faced every once in a while. He’ll giggle a bit and tell you it’s nothing important if it isn’t.

Suga:

Originally posted by kareverie

Literally his source of amusement like everyone is laughing and you’re looking like you have no idea what has just been said and he can’t help but laugh harder before pulling you into hug so you won’t feel bad.

J-Hope:

Originally posted by jaayhope

Laughs each time, really hard, but has to explain it eventually because he can’t let you just stand there and try to understand.

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by ksjknj

Okay so you two are supposed to be the clever couple and whenever you go “What?” Monnie will probably face palm or something because you’re smart enough to go figure it out in your own.

Jimin:

Originally posted by hoseokxx

You would probably be more funny to him that the actual joke told because when someone really smart has trouble understanding what everyone else does is just really unusual. For him amusing.

V/ Taehyung:

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

He’ll give you the really? Look because he would try so hard to make everyone laugh and you just take at him. He probably just got fed up with trying to explain the punchline each time.

Jungkook:

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

The biggest tease ever and you’ll be suffering. Kookie will pretend he is irritated when you ask for the meaning of an inside joke just to fluster you when in reality he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

Don’t worry about the next adventure, you’re already on it. This is something I need to remind myself constantly. I fail miserably, and often. I’m anticipating the next thing or worried about making the wrong choices and ending up somewhere that’s not as good as if I’d made a different choice.
Wouldn’t it be great to be Nick Cage in that movie Next? Remember that one? Where he can see every possible outcome of each of his choices, and just choose the best path? But we can’t all be Nick Cage. And if we all were Nick Cage, what a world that would be. A world of Nick Cages from the movie Next. All knowing what our outcome is gonna be for each decision.
What I’m getting at is that we’re not capable of seeing the future, and knowing which path is “better”. In fact, there is no “better” path, or “best” choice. The choices we make are the ones we make.
So we’re here now, listening to opportunities knock, and listening to the events that slow us down. We react, not to own the opportunities, but to let them guide us toward the next ones. And we react to our problems and troubles, not by stopping and laying defeated, but by shaping our world with safeguards and mechanisms to be better next time. And if we have the willpower, we can open source our mechanisms and opportunities to people around us, get the most out of our hard work, and make this life a little more breezy.

BTS React to You Coming Over Soaked from the Rain

(A/N - No gifs are mine. All belong to their creators/ owners, because I am a dunce at gif creation)

You were walking over to spend the day at your best friend’s house, as you did most days, but things didn’t go as you’d expected. You’d dressed lightly, since the weather was warm, just a pair of shorts and a white shirt, and you started feeling a little nervous when the clouds started to roll in. Picking up the pace, you hurried towards the apartment that would shelter you from the rain you could tell was coming, but you weren’t fast enough. A block away from his house, the heavens opened and within a minute, you were soaked to the bone. By the time you were knocking on his door, you looked like something out of The Ring, and were hoping you wouldn’t scare him.

 

Jin

As he opened the door, he was preparing to berate you for being late when he had cooked dinner for the two of you, but his words caught in his throat at the sight of you standing there shivering with your hair falling over your eyes. His gaze travelled over you quickly, shocked at what he was seeing, but on the way back up to your face, he paused, swallowing thickly. He could see *everything* he’d always wanted to. Clearing his throat, he quickly diverted his thoughts, hurriedly running to the bathroom and grabbing a towel to wrap around your shoulders while trying not to think about how much he wanted to see more. If he was going to try anything with you, it wasn’t going to be while you were at a disadvantage. It would be when you were both thinking clearly.

“You’re soaked! Didn’t you check the weather forecast before you left home? You’ll get sick!”

Jhope

Seeing you standing there was almost more than he could take, his eyes going straight to the holy grail he practically worshipped. He licked his lips, hoping he could manage to hide the effect seeing you through the fabric was having on him. You coughed, feeling a little awkward under his gaze, and he looked up to your face. As he did so, he realised just how much you were shaking and quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you inside and wrapping his arms tightly around you as he hurried you over to the couch. Once he had you safely seated, he tucked a blanket over you and rushed to the kitchen to make a cup of tea for you, though the escape was almost as much to give him a few minutes to get himself calmed down and get the blood moving around his body again instead of just staying in one, very obvious, place, although he couldn’t resist palming himself momentarily as he pictured what he had just seen before quickly turning his attention to what he was supposed to be doing.

“You’re lucky you were coming here… You could’ve been on the way to an interview and then what would’ve happened? No, don’t come out here! You stay right there and keep warm! You’re getting pampered tonight missy!”

Suga

The moment he opened the door and saw you standing there in a soaked and see through shirt, he knew he was in trouble. His breath caught in his throat, and try as he might, he couldn’t keep himself from reacting to the sight of the woman he adored virtually on display for him. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the house and closing the door behind you with unusual care, trying to distract himself. It didn’t work, and before he could stop himself, he had you pinned to the wall, his lips pressed against yours hungrily. In his mind, he tried to rationalise it as wanting to warm you up, but after a moment or two of you pressed against his body, slowly melting into the kiss, he couldn’t deny any more that he simply wanted you. All of you. Lifting you into his arms, he carried you to the couch, lowering you onto it and starting to peel off the soaked clothes, eager to see you without even the transparent fabric.

“You should know better than to be around a man in a shirt that could go see through like that, you know. You never know what he might do to you…”

Namjoon

Namjoon had been planning to confess to you that night, though he was nervous as to how you would take it. When he saw you there, though, part of him was relieved to have something more important to focus on. Pulling you inside quickly, he wrapped his arms tightly around you and cradled you against his chest, rubbing your back to try to warm it. Before he even registered what he was doing, he was pulling the shirt off over your head, freezing when he realised he was no longer looking at a dressed best friend but his crush with no shirt on. Staring down at you, his brain switched into autopilot and he crushed his lips to yours, not even caring whether he was ruining a friendship. Even if you hated him for this, he had to taste you. As you moaned against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, he lifted you quickly and pinned you to the wall, wasting no time in slipping his hand past the waistband of your shorts as his lips trailed to your neck.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me? And now you come here looking like this? You must really want to be punished, baby… How about letting me warm you up, hmm?”

Jimin

Jimin adored you with every breath of his being, and seeing your skin through the fabric wasn’t doing him any favors. Nevertheless, he couldn’t risk wrecking the most important relationship he had. No matter what it took, he would make sure he never lost you, even if it meant never telling you he loved you. You were wobbling from the tremors the soaked cold clothing was causing, and you took a shaky step forward to enter, but he could see the shaking was making it tricky. He quickly picked you up and kicked the door shut behind him, carrying you to the bathroom and stripping your clothes off without batting an eyelash, ignoring the complaints from you. He turned on the water in the shower and pushed you under the warm current, before stripping to his boxers and following you in. He gently washed you, rubbing his hands over your skin until it was no longer chilled, though as he did so, he found his hands slowing, his body reacting to the soft sighs from you as he washed your back. Deciding to take a risk, he leaned closer, pressing his lips lightly to your neck, his arms snaking around your waist as you all but purred at the sensation.

“I didn’t want to risk losing you, but I can’t risk never doing this. You have no idea how much I love you. You’re the most precious thing in the world.”

Taehyung

Tae had had a thing for you for years, the feelings growing stronger and stronger until it was almost killing him trying to keep them hidden. So when you pushed past him into his apartment, dripping water everywhere, he started wondering if he had finally lost his mind. What else could explain how glorious you looked, standing there in a see through shirt and shorts that were clinging to you in a way that left nothing to the imagination? He bit back the groan that was threatening to surface at the sight of you bending over, trying to peel off the shoes that were sticking to your feet. He thought he had it under control until you turned to face him with a sheepish smile, your shirt sticking to every curve and niche of your torso, and the blood quickly started to flow south. In a split second, he went from the innocent little puppy you knew so well to a complete stranger that made your breath hitch at the sheer lust in his eyes. Before you could say anything, he had picked you up and carried you to his room, dropping you unceremoniously on the bed and clambering on after you with a dangerous smirk.

“Why do you always make things so hard for me? It’s difficult enough being around you on a normal day without wanting to make you scream, but now? Now I will.”

Jungkook

Kookie was still staring at the place you had been standing when he opened the door, but you had already entered, kicked off your shoes, and flopped onto the couch with a groan. Realising suddenly what had happened, he closed the door with a small cough and made his way over, sinking down next to you. You leaned against him and he shifted slightly, his eyes drifting down to look at the soaking body beside him. Bad idea. Quickly, he grabbed a cushion and set it on his lap, trying to appear nonchalant, but when you lay down with your head on the cushion, it was all he could do to keep from moaning out loud at the pressure on his lap combined with the sight of you virtually lying on it. It was already somewhat dark in the living room thanks to the clouds outside and he decided to take a risk, resting his hand on your chest and letting it trace lightly over the cold fabric. The soft sigh of contentment at the warmth of his hand only made things…harder, and he grew bolder, slipping his hand under your shirt to caress your skin. It felt just as soft and delicate as he had imagined, and he knew there was no way he was stopping now unless you told him to.

“You have no idea how perfect you are. I’ve pictured what you look like so many times, but that couldn’t possibly compare to the real thing. You make the Venus de Milo look like a piece of garbage.”

Not Letting Go

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

This is The soulmate AU for Jason! I tried my best but I’m not sure how I feel about this one. Hope you guys like it!

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Your feet pounded off the concrete ground as you dashed down the street, ignoring the incredulous looks and glares being thrown your way by the other pedestrians. You were panting hard for breath but you didn’t dare stop, afraid of what your mother would think if you were late home. you knew she worried about you constantly as it was, it wouldn’t do to give her any more reason. Your father had walked out on the two of you when you were six. Your mother had gotten pregnant with you at sixteen and run away to Gotham with the man she’d fallen in love with. Since he’d left the only family either of you had was each other. Your mother worked hard to give you the best life she could, and you tried to reciprocate by making an effort to worry her as little as possible. She had enough on her plate as it was. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t hard, putting in your best effort despite how tired or defeated you might feel. You didn’t always succeed, but you did your best. 

It was a sunny Friday afternoon, and the streets of Gotham were packed with citizens milling about making the most of the summer heat. You ducked and weaved around them as best you could, but you were beginning to overheat and you knew your reflexes were getting sloppy. It didn’t help that you were wearing a long sleeved shirt. It wasn’t by choice; that morning you had misplaced the hairbands you normally wore on your wrist to conceal your soulmark. When you had proudly displayed it to your mother on the morning of your thirteenth birthday she had told you gently that while it was superb that it had appeared, it would be best if you kept it covered. Your teachers wouldn’t be pleased to see swear words written on your skin, however involuntary it was. You had been heartbroken at first to have to keep your soulmate’s words covered, but now you were mostly indifferent. It was just another in a long chain of disappointments. 

You were regretting your choice of clothing now though, your clothes were beginning to stick to your skin. You jogged around a corner into a shadier side street to get respite from the sun, hoping that your detour wouldn’t cost you any extra time. The second you did you smacked face first into something solid, falling back onto the ground with an “Oof,” You shook your head, dazed, and noticed a pair of legs just inches from your face. ‘Huh, that’s weird,’ 

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” It took a moment for the words to register, and then you looked up into the face of the (outrageously handsome) man you had just bumped into. 

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Jason had been cooped up in the manor for days. He had sprained his wrist on patrol earlier in the week and Bruce had been very firm that he stay off patrol until it healed. It was just starting to drive him nuts when Alfred suggested he take a walk downtown and collect the ingredients he would need for dinner that evening. Jason wasn’t fooled, he knew Alfred could get them delivered if he wanted to, and this was a blatant ploy to get Jason out of the house before someone ended up seriously injured when he finally lost his head. Jason didn’t call him out on it, he was grateful for the excuse. 

He wasn’t overly fond of crowds however, the general atmosphere in Gotham that day was making him claustrophobic. Thus why he was walking down a narrow and less densely populated street when you had come around the corner and bashed right into his chest. He hadn’t been expecting it in the slightest, and having a grocery bag in each hand made him slow to react. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He wasn’t sure if he was apologizing for being in the way or for failing to catch you when you fell. He juggled the bags into one hand and extended the other to help you up. You seemed confused, and he worried that you might have hurt yourself. When your eyes met his you gasped, ignoring his hand and scrambling to your feet on your own. “I’m fine, I’m so sorry, I have to go!” 

He watched, stunned, as you ran down the street and away from him. It was only when you were already out of sight that Jason recognized your words. They were written on his wrist. Jason took a minute to just stand there, thoughts racing. He had just met his soulmate. And she had taken one look and ran for it. Self loathing crept in like a slow fog. Of course you had, that was just Jason’s luck. A soulmate was the one thing life had promised him, the one person who was guaranteed to love him for himself. And even you didn’t want him. ‘No,’ The thought came unexpected, with a force that startled him. Jason had been waiting for this all his life, he’d be damned if he let you go without even giving him a chance first. If you decided he was an asshole then, that was your choice. But fuck it if he was sick of being disappointed. 

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When you reached your house you were already in tears. You had to take a moment to steady your breathing and pull yourself together before you went inside. A little part of you hated yourself for what you had just done, but you knew it was for the best. You weren’t going to give anyone else a chance to come into your life and mess it up further, even if it was your soulmate. You’d had enough of that already. You had been fine on your own for this long, that wasn’t going to change. “Mom I’m home!” You called into the quiet house, waiting for a reply before venturing into the kitchen. Maybe she had fallen asleep on the sofa again; starting a new job meant that she had been exhausted lately. There was a note on the table with your name on it and you unfolded it curiously. 

“I’ve had to trade shifts at work today, sorry sweetie! Dinner is in the fridge. I’ll be home by 10, be safe! I love you.  - Mom Xx’

You shook your head in disbelief, groaning. All that running for nothing. And meeting him! Well, it wasn’t like that could have been avoided. Fate and all that. You felt a twinge of loneliness at your mum’s absence but shrugged it off. She was doing her best for the both of you. You just wished there was somebody you could tell…

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You were sitting at your bedroom desk studying when there was a knock on your window. You jumped, letting out a surprised yelp. Your eyes flew to the window, your heart pounding. It was starting to get dark outside and you could only make out the tall silhouette of a person standing in your fire escape. You hesitated, unsure whether to check who it was or to run downstairs and lock yourself into the kitchen. The person knocked again, and you attempted to console yourself with the logic that if they were going to break in they probably would have done so already, as opposed to knocking first to warn you. Against your better judgement you edged towards the window, your heart in your throat. When you were close enough you could see that it was the man from earlier. ‘Your soulmate,’ a little voice in your head whispered. You told it to shut up. 

You wrenched open the window and glared out at him, trying to ignore the way your stomach flipped when he just grinned back at you. You hissed, “Did you follow me home?!” You didn’t know if you were disturbed or impressed. You figured it should probably be disturbed. The man ignored your question, outstretching a hand towards you, seemingly for a handshake. “Hey. I’m Jason Todd, your soulmate. But you already knew that. Could we talk?” His casual tone threw you off, and unthinkingly you mumbled your name, taking his hand. The contact sent a jolt of energy through you and you wrenched your hand back, shivering. Jason just shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. He  seemed unaffected, but you noticed that he was looking at you a little too intensely to be casual. You deliberated for a moment, unsure whether or not you should refuse him. Eventually you decided that to do so would be rude, and this man hadn’t done anything to deserve that. Yet. You shrugged and ducked through the window, swinging yourself out onto the fire escape. Jason stepped back to give you room, letting out a surprised chuckle. You leaned back against the window, eyes narrowed and arms crossed. “Talk then,” 

He seemed unperturbed by your words, scuffing his shoe against the metal floor while he formulated his reply. Eventually he said, “Look, I’m not exactly the best guy. But I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time. I’d appreciate it if you’d at least get to know me before you decide that you don’t like me,” His tone was lighthearted; You would think he was joking if it weren’t for the seriousness of his gaze. You gulped. His request was only fair. You let out a heavy sigh as you brushed past him to sit on the stairwell. “That seems fair. Let’s get to know each other then. But I’m not promising anything, I don’t really buy into this whole soulmate business,” you warned. His answering smile was breathtaking. 

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You sat on the fire escape together for hours, talking about anything and everything right up until you heard your mum in the hallway calling out to you. The conversation flowed effortlessly between you, and to your utter dismay you found that you really liked this man. He was witty and clever and kind, and you felt entirely at ease in his presence. Like he had been made just for you. You told him about your dad, and about how you and your mom had had to manage on your own all these years. He had nodded understandingly, and told you a little of his own story. You were shocked and upset by his words, guilty now at having rejected him so quickly earlier. You could only imagine how that had made him feel. When it started to get cold he had shrugged off his jacket and handed it to you. The leather was warm when you pulled it on and smelled like oil and metal. It was a strangely appealing scent.

Your mom’s voice startled you, you hadn’t noticed that it had gotten so late. ”Up here mom!” You yelled through the window, praying she could hear you as you stood up. “I guess you have to go,” Jason smiled at you ruefully. You nodded, and surprising yourself, leaned in for a hug. He hugged you back without hesitation, holding you firmly to his chest as you both just drank in the others presence. When you at last pulled back you were blushing. “You will come back won’t you?” “Of course. You couldn’t stop me if you tried,” He joked. You started to take off his jacket but he shook his head. “Keep it. I’ll get it back from you next time,” “Okay,” You bit your lip to try to rein in the smile threatening to take over your face, but he noticed anyway and laughed. “You’d better go before your mum comes up here and catches us. Explaining that would be fun,” He raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh of course!” You scrambled back through the window, turning back to wave at him shyly. “Goodnight Jason,” “Goodnight, sweet dreams doll,” He teased, before disappearing down the stairwell. It was only when you emerged in the kitchen to greet your mum, grinning like a fool, that you remembered that you were still wearing Jason’s jacket. 

anonymous asked:

hii can I request the chocobros (minus Noctis) and Cor popping the question to their s/o after recovering from the loss of Noct and realizing they need their s/o since they were so supportive during their time of grieving? (I hope this remotely makes sense) ty

Yup- I felt many feels typing this one up! Again, these are short drabbles because I’m really trying to power through the official NINE requests I have left in my inbox! The other ones that are in there were submitted after I had closed my inbox to requests, so while I didn’t delete them, I’m treating them as submissions for round 2 of request submissions! Thanks for sending this lovely request in! <3 All these drabbles will end in the confession- and it’s up to the reader to kind of fill in the blanks from there LOL :D *INTERACTIVITY AND ALL! :D :D :D*

P.S: this took me SUCH a long time to type up :O I don’t know whyyyy! :O

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Prompto: Prompto bit his lip as he glanced at you from under his blond fringe. It was raining down hard and you were holding your back pack limply in your hand. Fingers clasped tightly against the straps, you sighed out loud.

“I can’t believe you insisted we go on a photography expedition tonight of all nights!” you finally cried out, expressing your exasperation. Prompto laughed nervously and rubbed his palm against the back of his neck.

“Sorry- I just wanted to take you back to the spot we first met…” Prompto trailed off, coughing a little as he fumbled around in his pocket for something. He retrieved a small jewellery box and you couldn’t help but gasp, knowing exactly what it was. Prompto smiled up nervously at you and kneeled down on one knee, in the mud, before you. You gasped automatically and stared at your boyfriend of ten years, unable to believe what was happening.

Here you were, absolutely drenched outside at a camp ground you couldn’t even REMEMBER, with Prompto Argentum kneeling down on one knee with a goofy smile on his face, his clear blue eyes partially covered by his blond fringe. Prompto cleared his throat and nervously began to speak.

“So, y/n… you stayed by me through both the scariest and saddest parts of my life. You never gave up on me, and you supported me and helped me be the best person I could possibly hope to be. You helped me become a man and you allowed me to see the beauty in a world that had turned incredibly ugly. I want to spend my life with you, y/n… will you marry me? Please?”


Gladio: “Gladio? Gladiolus?” you whispered into your boyfriend’s ear as you laid beside him in bed early in the morning. You could feel the sun’s rays filtering in through your blinds and hitting your bedsheets with warm intensity. You sighed out in contentment and sat up, stretching your arms above your head with a yawn. Glancing at Gladio, you couldn’t help but smile fondly at the way he had his arm thrown over his face as he slept.

Leaning over the burly man, you nuzzled his cheek and pressed a soft kiss against his stubble. Gladio stirred at that and groaned slightly as he began to wake up. You grinned and bopped him on the nose in amusement. “About time! We’re going to be late for the memorial ceremony.” Your voice grew sombre at the mention of Noctis’ memorial ceremony. Gladio sat up immediately and sighed sadly.

“Yeah, right. Thanks babe.” Gladio ripped the covers off his bare, tone body and flexed involuntarily before heading off towards the bathroom. You watched him retreat into the bathroom and you let out a sad sigh of your own. You knew Gladio still beat himself up about Noctis’ death, even though he couldn’t have done anything about it- Noctis had been the Chosen King- his death had been written in the books the moment he was born.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice Gladio walk out of the bathroom. You didn’t notice him eying you, nor did you notice the small box enclosed in his palm. Gladio cleared his throat, and you glanced at him. Raising your eyebrows at the fact that he was only in a towel, you watched him make his way towards you. He brought the box up and opened it, showcasing a gorgeous engagement ring.

You were slow to react, so you merely blinked down at the ring and then back at Gladio. “What’s this?” you asked, knowing full well that you sounded dumb.

“Marry me. You’re everything to me. You always have been, you always will be. Please- I need you. I always have. If I didn’t have you when Noctis…” Gladio took in a ragged breath before continuing, “… I don’t know. I just… the world’s so much better with you by my side. Please, y/n, will you be my wife?”

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Snake Eyes | BTS Mafia AU (1)

Pairing: reader x jimin | Mafia/Gang AU

Genre: angst

Summary: You were assigned to protect, watch over, and defend him. Falling in love with him was just an inevitable side effect.

Word Count: 2,804

A/N: okay, so I have no idea how to properly knock out someone by cutting off their oxygen supply so I just googled it & winged it lol. hope it’s somewhat realistic.

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This week couldn’t get any worse. His father had gotten into a terrible car accident and suffered a heart attack. The girl he had been interested in completely blew him off. He lost his car keys. He had to attend an emergency meeting, where he defended his spot as the successor of his father’s pharmaceutical company. Not to mention he spilled hot, steaming coffee all over his favorite suit that morning.

That’s enough suffering for a week, right? But life seemed to have more in store for Park Jimin.

Just as he was storing some important company files in a random cereal box—it was his favorite hiding spot, because who would ever dare to look in a cereal box?—his phone began to ring. He placed the cereal box back into his pantry and frowned when he recognized the phone number as the hospital’s.

“Hello?”

“Is this Park Jimin?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry for being the bearer of bad news, but your father just passed away.”

“I’ll be right there.”

**

Room 511.

Why did his room have to be on the fifth floor? You huffed as you hurried to put on some scrubs and a hospital mask. Careful as to not step on the nurse you just knocked out, you made your way out the door and immediately met your partner’s curious eyes.

“Not the nurse outfit I originally had in mind, but oh my, you look so innocent!” Jungkook chuckled at your appearance, resisting the urge to snap a quick picture of you to send to the guys to laugh at later. “So cute-“

“Can you not right now?” You interrupted with a hiss. “We have a person to kidnap!”

“You act as if we haven’t done something like this before.”

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Cheers

Originally posted by dailywizardingworld

Imagine: Newt and you are invited to a Christmas party hosted by Theseus Scamander, Newt’s brother. Newt has always liked you more than a friend, but when a drunk Theseus sees you, jealousy and chaos ensues. 

Request: (ANONYMOUS) Imagine Newt invited u—somewhere over the Christmas break— to a congratulatory party thing for his older brother. Then his brother has a thing for u and Newt believes he has absolutely no chance with u bcz he has to compete with his brother.

Word Count: 1455

Author’s Note: Sorry I didn’t write anything for Christmas, I hope you all still like me!!! Here’s a jealous-ish Newt being jealous and stuff. (It’s a Christmas ~not really~ miracle) Thank you all for following me,  I LOVE YOU. Request, or just chat to me in my inbox, I hope you enjoy this. xx

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The beach battle hurts me in a lot of ways, but especially because it’s likely the first time Diana has ever seen someone die. I was thinking about how slow she is to really react on the beach, while the other amazons have no problem charging right in, and I think that’s the reason. As skilled as she is, she’s never seen battle. She’s never seen death.

And every scene after that with the same sort of horror - her seeing injured soldiers come back from the front, the attacks on innocent people in the town - is the first of its kind she’s ever seen. She’s learning all the worst things about the world very quickly, and it hurts to watch.

(I think Steve feels the same way. When he sees her shock and horror on the front, it makes the whole thing fresh for him after so long being desensitized. Diana brings out the humanity in her friends, in both good and painful ways.)

Home, Thomas

Request: A fic where Tom and “you” had been friends for a really long time and just suddenly realized that you loved each other

Summary: Childhood friends until one day, one of them realizes they have grown a bit fond of the other.  

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 1550

A/N: I seem to have lost the message with the request in it, but I hope this satisfied it! Sorry! Also, the phrase at the end is an old saying, so… Yeah.


“Put me down!” _______ screeched.
“Make me!” I responded, a smile creeping upon my features.
“Oh, I don’t think you want me to do that,” _______ boldly stated.
“Then I suppose you won’t be getting down any time soon,” I remarked with an audible smirk.
Suddenly, two fingers were jammed onto a pressure point in my neck.
“AH! Really?” I asked incredulously as I plopped her on the ground. I can’t believe she did that, I thought with a silent chuckle.
“I warned you that you wouldn’t like it,” she replied, arms folded across her chest in triumph.
“Well, I thought we were having fun,” I stated in a matter-of-fact way. Well, I was at least.
“Your definition of fun has always been a little off the mark,” she retorted, an eyebrow quirking up.
“Well, I do protest,” I responded in mock suffering, “Your definition of fun is reading newspapers in ridiculous voices.”
“Don’t you bring up my newspapers,” she commanded with finger pointed at me. She sure is cute when she’s feisty— What are you thinking, Tom? She’s like your sister. Pull it together.

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✭ ✮ Linkin Park || Hybrid Theory Starters ✮✭

                                            Papercut

  • Paranoia’s all I got left.
  • I don’t know what stressed me first–or how the pressure was fed.
  • But I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head.
  • It’s like a face that I hold inside–A face that awakes when I close my eyes–
  • A face that watches every time I lie–A face that laughs every time I fall!
  • So I know that when it’s time to sink or swim.
  • That the face inside is hearing me right underneath my skin!
  • It’s like I’m paranoid lookin’ over my back
  • It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head.
  • It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within–!
  • It’s like the face inside is right beneath my skin!
  • Your paranoia’s probably worse!
  • I don’t know what set me off first but I know what I can’t stand? Everybody acts like the fact of the matter is I can’t add up to what you can.
  • The sun goes down and I feel the light betray me–!

                                        One Step Closer

  • I cannot take this anymore!
  • I’m saying everything I’ve said before!
  • All these words they make no sense…
  • I find bliss in ignorance.
  • The less I hear the less you’ll say–but you’ll find that out anyway!
  • Just like before…Everything you say to me takes me one step closer to the edge– I’m about to break!!
  • I need a little room to breathe cause I’m one step closer to the edge!
  • I find the answers aren’t so clear and I wish I could find a way to disappear.❞ 

                                         With You

  • I woke up in a dream today to the cold of the static and put my cold feet on the floor–I forgot all about yesterday.
  • I’m remembering I’m pretending to be where I’m not anymore.
  • A little taste of hypocrisy and I’m left in the wake of the mistake, slow to react.
  • So even though you’re so close to me–you’re still so distant and I can’t bring you back.
  • It’s true the way I feel as promised by your face.
  • The sound of your voice is painted on my memories.
  • Even if you’re not with me, I’m with you.
  • I hit you and you hit me back– the rest of the day stood still.
  • When things go wrong I pretend the past isn’t real.
  • Now I’m trapped in this memory.
  • No matter how far we’ve come–I can’t wait to see tomorrow.

                                         Points of Authority

  • Forfeit the game before somebody else takes you out of the frame and puts your name to shame!
  • Cover up your face–you can’t run the race–the pace is too fast and you just won’t last.
  • You love the way I look at you while taking pleasure in the awful things you put me through.
  • You take away if I give in.
  • My life, my pride is broken.
  • You like to think you’re never wrong–but you’ve lived what you’ve learned.
  • You have to act like you’re someone and you want someone to hurt like you.
  • You want to share what you have been through.
  • You love the things I say I’ll do–the way I hurt myself again just to get back at you!

                                            Crawling

  • Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal!
    Fear is how I fall–confusing what is real–!
  • There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface–consuming, confusing..
  • This lack of self-control I fear is never ending.
  • I can’t seem…to find myself again.
  • Without a sense of confidence and I’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to take.
  • I’ve felt this way before–so insecure!
  • Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me–distracting, reacting.
  • Against my will I stand beside my own reflection..

                                          Runaway

  • A constant wave of tension–on top of broken trust–the lessons that you taught me I learned were never true.
  • I find myself in question–they point the finger at me again.
  • Guilty by association–you point the finger at me again!

  • I wanna run away and never say goodbye.
  • I wanna know the truth instead of wondering why.
  • I wanna know the answers–no more lies.
  • I wanna shut the doors and open up my mind.

  • Another wave of tension has more than filled me up.
  • All my talk of taking action–these words were never true.
  • i wanna run away and open up my mind.

                                              By Myself

  • What do I do to ignore them behind me?
  • Do I follow my instincts blindly?
  • Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams–and give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
  • Do I sit here and try to stand it?
  • Or do I try to catch them red-handed?
  • Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness, or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
  • Because I can’t hold on when I’m stretched so thin–I make the right moves but I’m lost within.
  • I put on my daily facade but then–I just end up getting hurt again–By myself.
  • I can’t hold on to anything, watching everything spin–with thoughts of failure sinking in!
  • If I turn my back I’m defenseless.
  • To go blindly seems senseless.
  • If I hide my pride and let it all go on then they’ll take from me ‘till everything is gone.
  • If I let them go I’ll be outdone, but if I try to catch them I’ll be outrun.
  • If I’m killed by the questions like a cancer, then I’ll be buried in the silence of the answer. By myself.
  • How do you think I’ve lost so much?
  • I’m so afraid that I’m out of touch.
  • How do you expect… I will know what to do–when all I know Is what you tell me to.

                                            In The End


  • It starts with one thing and I don’t know why because It doesn’t even matter how hard you try.
  • All I know–time is a valuable thing–watch it fly by as the pendulum swings.
  • Watch it count down to the end of the day–the clock ticks life away–It’s so unreal.
  • I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart..
  • I tried so hard–and got so far, but in the end it doesn’t even matter.
  • I had to fall to lose it all.
  • But in the end it doesn’t even matter.
  • I tried so hard in spite of the way you were mocking me–acting like I was part of your property!
  • Remembering all the times you fought with me–I’m surprised it got so far.
  • Things aren’t the way they were before.
  • You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore–not that you knew me back then.
  • But it all comes back to me–in the end.

                                              A Place for My Head


  • I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night–shining with the light from the sun.
  • And the sun doesn’t give light to the moon assuming that the moon’s gonna owe it one.
  • It makes me think of how you act for me–you do favors and then rapidly just turn around and start asking me about things that you want back from me.
  • I’m sick of the tension, sick of the hunger– SICK OF YOU ACTING LIKE I OWE YOU THIS!!
  • Find another place to feed your greed while I find a place to rest.
  • I want to be in another place.
  • I hate when you say you don’t understand–you’ll see it’s not mean to be.
  • I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy–a place for my head.
  • Maybe someday I’ll be just like you and step on people like you do and run away  the people I thought I knew!
  • I remember back then who you were–you used to be calm, used to be strong–used to be generous but you should’ve known that you’d wear out your welcome.
  • And now you see how quiet it is, all alone.

                                               Forgotten


  • At the core I’ve forgotten–the middle of my thoughts.
  • Taken far from my safety–the picture is there .
  • The memory won’t escape me..but why should I care?
  • There’s a place so dark you can’t see the end, the skies cock back and shock that which can’t defend.
  • The rain then sends dripping an acidic question–forcefully, the power of suggestion.
  • Then with the eyes shut, looking thought the rust and rot–And dust– a small spot of light floods the floor.
  • Light pours over the rusted world of pretend.
  • The eyes ease open and its dark again.
  • In the memory you’ll find me with my eyes burning up.
  • The darkness holds me tightly until the sun rises up.
  • Moving all around–the screaming of the ups and downs is pollution manifested in perpetual sound .
  • My memory now is like the picture was then–when the paper’s crumpled up it can’t be perfect again.

                                            Pushing Me Away

  • I’ve lied to you the same way that I always do–this is the last smile that I’ll fake for the sake of being with you.
  • Everything falls apart–even the people who never frown eventually break down.
  • The sacrifice of hiding in a lie is that everything has to end.
  • You’ll soon find we’re out of time left to watch it all unwind.
  • The Sacrifice is never knowing why I never walked away, why I played myself this way.
  • Now I see, you’re testing me–and it pushes me away.
  • I’ve tried like you to do everything you wanted too.
  • This is the last time I’ll take the blame for the sake of being with you.
                                              

scrabdoodle  asked:

Hey David. It's Jirachi. I wanna know. What would a successful synthetic sapphire look like, and if you did make one, what kinds of sapphires would you put into her?


bicolor sapphire (yellow & blue) ! i guess she’s forgetful and slow to react to things? but when she tries, she’s pretty powerful .. she does cry a lot however, and before someone asks, synthetic gems can fuse lol