it all comes back to you

smh gc today
  • Lardo: *link to birthday sex by jeremih*
  • Chowder: BIRTHDAY IT'S YA BIRTHDAY WE GONNA PARTY LIKE IT'S YA BIRTHDAY (after class bc we're still students)
  • Dex: Happy birthday Rans!!!! 🎉 HMU when you want me to come fix that desk chair!
  • Ransom: i love all u weirdos 💕
Worth The Risk {Part 11}

Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky knew that all Steve wanted was for him to get along with her, but was it really worth the risk?

Part 01 / Part 02 / Part 03 / Part 04 / Part 05 / Part 06 / Part 07 / Part 08 / Part 09 / Part 10 / Part 12 - Coming Soon!

Word Count: 2376
Warnings: angst

A/N: Look who finally finished part 11! But also real talk though, seeing a professional doesn’t make you weak or lesser as a person. BUT not all types of help work for everyone and I strongly encourage anyone going through stuff to find a way of support and recovery that works for them. Take care of yourself, you guys <3

Originally posted by pxggycxrters

You’d been hunched over your desk, absorbed in your work when a knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts. Leaning back in your chair, you set down your pen and listened. The knock sounded again and you called out to FRIDAY, letting Sam in.

He’d been visiting you regularly over the past few days and as he entered the room you noticed the disapproving look he threw you. You weren’t surprised; you knew exactly why he was upset. He hated it when you buried yourself in work, yet there you were doing just that: anything to distract yourself.

You let out a small sigh and closed the binder in front of you, turning to face the older man.

“Hey.” You greeted, voice hoarse from lack of use.

“Hey,” he replied. “How are you doing?”

Sam took a seat on the edge of your bed and you shrugged. There was a pause and you opened your mouth to speak, but Sam beat you to it.

“I brought you something.”

You hadn’t expected that.

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For all its dark humor and quirkiness, ASOUE is honestly extremely depressing when you consider that it’s essentially about three children being forced to pay, in some of the worst possible ways, for something awful their parents may or may have not done (assassinating Olaf’s parents) before they were even born. The Baudelaire kids never had a chance, even from the beginning. They were doomed from the start to suffer for something they had no responsibility for and knew nothing about. There was no way that that incident wasn’t going to come back to haunt that family no matter how much Beatrice and Bertrand may have tried to shield their children from it. I’ve read a lot of things in my life, but in my opinion ASOUE is one of the saddest fictional examples of “the sins of the father will visit upon the children” that I’ve ever encountered. If it weren’t for Snicket’s trademark sarcastic wit, the entire series would be incredibly hard to stomach just for adults, let alone children.

A Far Away Infinity

Sorry for the delayed update, especially with that cliffhanger. But exams are the worst. I am really going to try and finish this story up in the next few weeks. I intended for it to only be like five parts, but I think it’s going to be a few more than that! Anyway, finals are coming, so I am going to try really hard to write it all before I have to go back into exam mode. I hope you enjoy and as always, let me know what you think! Also, thanks again for all the love for this story :)

Part 1 2 3

Part 4 // I carry your heart with me ( I carry it in my heart) //

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Bring Her Back

Prompt: Could you do an imagine where batmom dies when barry created flashpoint, but since batboys were in another earth/dimension they still remember her when they come back and try to force barry to bring her back?

Requested by: imagination-factory


    Normally Richard Grayson would be pulling his youngest brother off his teammate. But right now, he was just as mad, and it was only years of self control that were keeping him from killing the speedster. To be honest, he was more surprised that Jason hadn’t taken a shot yet. Tim was too occupied trying to figure out how to get her back, and then there was Bruce.

    His adoptive father was completely unaware of the change. He’d been on world when, what the League was calling “Flash Point” had happened. Bart Allen had gone back in time to prevent his grandfather’s death, and in the process had erased their adoptive mother from existence.

    The realization of what had happened had hit them all swiftly. He imagined, that the only reason they were holding it together this well, was because they had yet to see Bruce. The man’s world had risen and set with their adoptive mother. She was the one who softened him, and could get him to relax. He didn’t want to imagine what Bruce was like without her.


    Dick winced, apparently they were about to find out. Dick’s eyes followed his father as he walked across the room, Barry Allen right behind him. Jason had drawn his gun and taken the shot before any of them could stop him.

    Of course, the Flash dodged it. The stunned look on Bruce’s face, nearly made it worth it. As Damian slid off Bart, the situation truly seemed to dawn on him. Shoving Bart away Damian simply said, “You don’t remember her either.”

    Bruce’s voice was gruff and stern, “Who? Who don’t I remember?”

    Damian just shakes his head, “None of your concern. We’ll take care of it ourselves. Todd, Grayson you’re with me.”

    Without a word, both Dick and Jason followed after him. They were going to get their mother back, even if it killed them.

since this is a common topic in the fandom, us admins of fyeahyurionice have decided to make a fanfic rec page! 

what’s this page for you may wonder? to put it simply, this is a page made for fans to navigate easier and faster through yoi fics! all you have to do is fill in this form in which you include one of your favourite fic, or even your own writing, and submit it to us so we can add it to our fic rec page

since the page has just been created (literally), there are no fics to feature yet, so we are looking forward to see your recs & hopefully read them with everyone if time allows! ^ ^

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#TBT Man oh man!!!! I’m taking you waaaaaayyy back to my 39th day on the #30DayTransformationTeam!!! 12/26/15 vs 2/7/16!!!!!! Two things happened that day…the realization that I had done ABSOLUTELY NO AB WORKOUTS during those days and the decision to keep @lutherfreeman and @kathy_drayton for LIFE!!!!! Before joining the team, I used to spend HOURS on my abs and back rolls! Even at my smallest, before I let myself get to day 1, I used to struggle w/getting my stomach and back the way I wanted! And here comes @lutherfreeman and his science…I LOVE YOU, man 😭🙌🏾 If you’ve just joined the team, welcome!!! FOLLOW YOUR PLAN, don’t look to anyone else’s results to achieve…stay in your lane, and don’t quit on YOURSELF!!!!! You have all that it takes to reach your goals! Wake up everyday believing in you and go HARD!!!! You got this 🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾 Need help? Want to know what I did or how I did it? READ the next few lines… No, I’ve NEVER had any kind of surgery done and I don’t have patience to photoshop! I went on the #30DayTransformationTeam site 👉🏾 👈🏾 clicked “GET STARTED”, received a CUSTOMIZED plan specifically for MY GOALS and BODY, follow my plan, and check in w/my awesome trainers, @lutherfreeman and @kathy_drayton, EVERY week…THAT’S IT!!!! Yes, they also have an amazing #vegan, #pescatarian, and #vegetarian plan! Yes, you get both meal and workout! DO NOT ASK FOR MY PLAN 😂😂 Check your spam/junk mail if you’re still waiting for a response. The science ONLY works if YOU DO…PERIOD!! Questions on prices and ANY other questions, go to the site.
New Girl: Here's the Story Behind Schmidt's LOL First Name
The following story contains major spoilers about Tuesday’s New Girl. Proceed at your own peril. And we repeat — if you haven’t watched the episode, don’t read any further.
By Michael Ausiello

Baer: “ All indications are that it’s a very good possibility that we are coming back. I think what Jake was responding to was the fact that we were trying to… end of the season in a way that could satisfy audiences.”


Finkel: “We still feel like we have stories to tell. And given where the season finale ends, you can sort of see where we could pick up and where future stories can come from.”

That’s exactly what I’ve been saying all along. There are so many more stories to tell.

jealous volleyball idiots
  • Hinata: sticks to your side like a lost puppy and wilts like a flower every time your attention is taken away from him but instantly comes back alive when you notice him again
  • Kageyama: too embarrassed to say anything and just silently fumes in a corner
  • Tsukishima: acts friendly but subtly shoves his competition off the walkway when the sidewalk gets too narrow
  • Yamaguchi: super twitchy and nervous, overthinks every little interaction you have with the other person
  • Nishinoya: loudly brags about how close he is to you and rubs it all in his competition's face
  • Tanaka: has no filter and tells his competition straight that he will fight them
  • Sawamura: physically draws you closer, an arm around your shoulders or something, anything to make sure you're closer to him than the other person
  • Sugawara: wears a very convincing welcoming facade but slowly wears the competition down with subtle but stinging remarks, we're gonna need some burn heal over here
  • Azumane: poor son, never even has a chance to be jealous b/c his appearance alone already scares away any potential competition for your affections

I know the original ‘bat cave’ was… you know….. a cave where literal bats lived, but I bet a lot of them left with the construction of the computers and the artificial lights, especially because most of the commotion would be at dawn and dusk, when the bats were heading out or trying to come back to rest.

BUT I’m sure there are some bats that give exactly zero shits, and live in the cave anyway (the unshakeable Alfred-like bats).

But like…bats poop?! So Bruce and Alfred, in the really early days, must have made a breathable tarp that hangs a respectable distance from the ceiling to catch the poop so it doesn’t land on a) million dollar prototypes b) evidence, or, the most valuable of all c) Alfred’s cookies.

Every now and then the tarp has to be taken down so it can be replaced, but it is 100% IMPOSSIBLE to remove the tarp without getting bat poop ALL OVER yourself.

What I’m saying is that at one point every single Robin and Batgirl has committed an offence that got them on bat-shit duty

(It’s almost as as bad as being grounded from patrol)


The One That Got Away [Chapter 12]

Originally posted by jypnior

Chapter 12 of The One That Got Away

Series Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut

“I’m… I’m listening,” you whimpered, holding back the tears that stung your eyes.

You blinked, letting them trail off your lashes and onto your cheeks.

He brushed them all away with his thumb. His touch was so delicate, so loving. It amazed you how actions so small could fill you to the brim with such raw emotion.

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From The Start (Lin-Manuel Miranda/Reader

Chapter: 1/?

Summary: It was the note: you found it on the floor on your way to French class, nearly everything scribbled out with only a few legible sentences. “I’ve got to end this on my own terms, and I can’t let anything, not even you, stop me. I’m going into the woods on December 1st and I won’t be coming back.” Though it was impossible to make out the name of the writer, you were sure you could save them. You had a month, after all. It was November 1st.

Word Count: 1871

Warnings: depression, bad self care, suicide notes

Tags: @pay-youreffingtaxes, @linmanuclmiranda

A/N: so here it is, the fic that i didn’t shut up about for weeks. it’s going to be pretty long, and incredibly life ruining, so good luck surviving the whole time- if you can even make it through without cringing at my shitty writing lmao.

It didn’t begin with him. It began with the note.

It was the last thing you expected to see lying on the floor, and certainly the last thing you wanted to see, because you simply didn’t have the time to deal with this- you were already late to French and this didn’t help matters, yet as you picked up the crumpled up piece of paper and attempted to make out the words, French class seemed to matter less and less.

The paper was a letter of some sort, handwritten in blue ink that looked as though it had been frantically scribbled over after having being written, which didn’t really help matters at all, although you couldn’t exactly complain since you were technically invading someone’s privacy by reading it.

Only one paragraph was legible, and it seemed to do quite a good job of summing it up- perhaps it was better that you didn’t read the rest.

“I never meant to hurt you, but there are things that are inevitable, and as much as I regret having to say this, hurting you is one of them. It feels like I’m drowning- I’ve been drowning for quite some time, and when you’re underwater for so long, you begin to think that there’s a possibility that you can continue to live like that, constantly on the verge of death, but you can’t. I can’t. I’ve got to end it on my own terms, and I can’t let anything, even you, stop me. I’ve already decided, I’m going to the woods on December 1st and I won’t be coming back.”

And you knew nothing: you knew not who the letter was from, as the name, like the rest of the letter, had been scribbled over and rendered illegible. You knew not who the letter had been intended for.

Yet you did know one thing: whoever had written it was going to kill themself on December 1st, unless you managed to do something about it by then.

You weren’t stupid: you knew that you couldn’t just leave the note where you’d found it and hope that everything would be okay, because you cared about this person. Even if they were an asshole, no one deserved to feel helpless.

Of course, you could always turn the note into the office and leave them to do whatever it was they thought would help- but what could they do? It wasn’t as though the writer of the letter would just babble out their sorrows to the shitty school counselor, it was clear that they were far past that point.

Then again, what could you do? You were far out of your element, wading knee deep in the vast stormy ocean that the letter writer was drowning in, and you couldn’t brave the water on your own and save them like this.

But you had to.

You had to try, at least.

You had one month, thirty days: the date was November 1st.

There were very few things that you kept a secret from Phillipa. The letter was one of them. Knowing the contents of that note already felt like an invasion of privacy- to even think of telling someone else would have been a betrayal. However, your best friend knew you far too well for you to be able to conceal that something was wrong.

She kept her gaze fixed on you, taking a bite of the inedibly dry school pizza without taking her eyes off you.

Lunch was, by far, your favorite part of the day: sitting on the bleachers with Pippa, talking, laughing, or even just eating in silence.

Above you, the sky lay a deep and astringent blue, cutting deep and leaving scars in the pattern of long lost, never spoken whispers trailing out behind you.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You cut your gaze upwards to meet Pippa’s, watching as the words died on her lips before she’d even had the chance to open her mouth.

Pippa’s cheeks flushed a pale pink. “Sorry. But you look- are you-”

“I’m fine,” you snapped, cutting her off mid sentence. You stared down at your lap to avoid having to see her expression. Dragging out a sigh, you continued. “Sorry. I’m just… fine. I’m fine.”

The image of the note crossed over your mind, the words swimming before your eyes. Pippa could tell that you were lying, yet she didn’t push it. She never did.

Perhaps that was why you felt so tempted to tell her.

“I found something,” you began, your stomach churning at the thought of the letter and the date. “I was walking to class, and… I… I can’t talk about it but it’s just… it’s bad.”

Pippa studied the expression on your face, trying to figure out whether it was truly as bad as you were making it out to be, or if you were simply being dramatic.

“I’ll be fine,” you assured her- though the writer of the letter might not be. “I’m just stressed.”

“You say that a lot,” Pippa observed, leaning back on her hands. “You’re stressed- we’re all stressed. That doesn’t mean that you need to keep everything a secret.”

“I know.” You drew out a helpless sigh and finally allowed yourself to look at her: eyes blown wide, strands of dark hair trailing out behind her in the wind. “It’s just personal stuff.”

Pippa quirked an eyebrow upwards but she didn’t push it. She turned her gaze to the ground: grass telling no tales of joy, considering the placid half-grey it grew. It was as if it simply didn’t have the heart to grow anymore, and had instead resigned itself to self destruction.

Much like the letter writer.

Without realizing what you were doing, you slid your hand into the pocket of your jeans and closed your fingers around the note, making sure it was still there. You’d typed it up on your phone in case you happened to lose it, but you still wanted to make sure that you kept the note with you at all times.

December 1st.

The date echoed about your head, sending shivers of anxiety through your body.

Coming up from nowhere, a thought hit you like a truck. What if the person was someone you knew?

“Pippa?” you asked, unable to cover up the worry in your voice. “Don’t ever- I mean, not that you would, but don’t ever do something… bad.”

Pippa frowned and brushed a few strands of dark hair out of her eyes. “Bad? Like… illegal?”

“No, bad like- like…” You trailed off, shaking your head helplessly. “Nevermind.”

It was stupid to have thought the note had belonged to Pippa. She’d never do something like that- besides, you would have recognized her handwriting had it been her that wrote the letter.

Yet you still felt a connection to the person, perhaps because you’d read something so personal of theirs, and you would do anything to help them. Surely a month was enough to find them and talk them out of it.


Ever since he was little, Lin had loved to write. Little was an unfortunately broad term- Daveed, who had a few inches on him, still considered Lin to be little despite him being eighteen. But whether he was eight years old or eighteen, he still loved writing.

It had always come easy to him. Natural. Never before had he been forced to second guess his words, scribble out and rewrite.

Yet he’d struggled for hours on the note, drawing out his worst thoughts like spools of thread as he tried to convey them in the letter, yet none met a single end. He’d written several drafts, every one of them failing to meet his standards.

Whether by sunlight or moonlight, he found himself hunched over at his desk, scribbling across scraps of paper and waiting for a time in which those words could mean something. Anything.

He couldn’t quite recall how long it had been since he’d sat down at his desk that morning- perhaps an hour? Two? He didn’t care enough to glance up at the clock.

As time passed, he became aware of someone watching him, but he didn’t look up, refusing to acknowledge their presence. He knew who it was, the only person who cared enough to visit him.

“Lin?” Anthony spoke softly, his voice calm and gentle like tiny ripples in a lake. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Even as he answered, Lin kept his head bowed over his notebook. And then- “Why are you here?”

“I needed to make sure you were alright.” Anthony stepped further into Lin’s bedroom, letting the door close gently behind him. “I… well, you. You worry people.”

Lin set down his pen. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

Perhaps he really could convince himself that he spoke the truth, yet he was far too smart for that. But he could convince everyone else, at least until it was too late.

“You barely come to school anymore,” Anthony supplied. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you eat. You’re always in your room with all the lights off. You look like you haven’t slept in weeks. I think those are reasons to worry.”

Pushing his notebook aside, Lin turned to face Anthony. “Look at me, look. I’m fine, see?”

Anthony raised his eyebrows up towards the ceiling. “You look like shit, Lin. And that’s the nicest way I can put it.”

Lin’s shoulders slumped and he leaned back in his chair. He couldn’t deny that Anthony was right- his hair was messy and unwashed, his grey hoodie hung loosely around his thin frame, and the bags beneath his eyes only served to prove Anthony’s point.

“You should be at school,” Anthony told him, crossing the room to turn on the light and open the window.

“So should you,” Lin pointed out, wincing in pain as light flooded the room. “Did you really cut class just to check up on me?”

“I had a free period.”

Lin drew out a sigh and pushed himself up off the chair. He stumbled slightly, but Anthony caught him before he hit the floor. “Thanks,” Lin mumbled, using Anthony as a crutch of sorts.

“You really need to get out of the house,” Anthony decided. “I’ll cut you some slack on school today since you look like you could fall apart at any minute, but you’re going tomorrow.”

“Ant-” Lin tried to protest, but Anthony cut him off.

“No arguing, you’re going. You’re going to shower and get some goddamn sleep and you’re going to show up at 8:30 tomorrow morning or I swear to god, I’ll come to your house and drag your ass out of bed.”

Lin forced a laugh, pushing back dark, unwashed hair out of his eyes.

“See? I knew you could smile. Now let’s get you out of the house.”

“Yeah, no way.” Lin pulled away and fell back against his bed, glaring at Anthony. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Anthony sighed. “Fine. But you’re going to school tomorrow, and you can’t argue that.”

Fine. Tomorrow.”

After all, what did one day at school matter when come December 1st it would all be over?

swaglordyoongi  asked:

Hi!! Can you do a BTS reaction where the boys are single dads and their child gets lost, and it's the reader who finds them and stays with them until they come back to find their child? Does that make sense ? 😂

Hello! Don’t worry, we understood what you were saying! Thank you so much for your request, sorry it took awhile for us to respond!

(We couldn’t resist making these scenarios kind of long, they were so cute! Hope you don’t mind!)

-❤ Kat & Sar 💖

BTS Reacts To To You Finding Their Lost Kid

Jungkook: You’d be wandering through the mall, looking for a new dress for your friends wedding. With the dress in the bag, you started to walk to the exit, when all of a sudden there’s a small poke on your leg. “E-excuse me, can you help me find my daddy?” “Oh! Well, um, I can try! When did you get lost?” The little boy would be looking up at you with tears in his eyes. “W-well, I told him I had to go to the bathroom, but when I came out, I didn’t know where daddy went.” You give him a friendly smile and grab ahold of his hand so you wouldn’t lose him through the mall. “Why don’t we go check the shoe store? That’s the closest thing to the bathroom. Don’t worry! We’ll find him!” With your words, the little boy cheers up. Reaching the store, you walk inside only for your ears to be filled with a little squeal from the little boy. “Daddy!” Your hand is let go as the little boy runs up to his dad, who picks him up and swings him around. “Hey there little bud! I’m sorry, I wandered off! I just thought that I should get a new pair of timberlands while we’re here!” You watch the cute scene with a big smile in your face. Jungkook notices that someone else came in with his son and walks up to you. “Thank you so much for helping my son. I really should have waited for him to come out of the bathroom.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Oh it’s fine! He was very friendly! You’re doing a great job with him. I’m Y/N, by the way.” You stick out your hand and he places his out as well. You notice how big his hands are compared to yours. Probably compared to anyone’s. “I’m Jungkook! It’s nice to meet you Y/N!” There’s a small silence before he speaks up again. “So…what’s a beautiful girl like you doing here alone?” You’re eyes widen in surprise at the sudden change in this man, before you blush. “Oh I was just getting a dress. My friend is getting married next week and I’ve been putting it off for awhile.” “Well, i’m sure it’ll look beautiful on you. Thank you again for bringing my son back!” Just as he was starting to walk away, you spoke up. “If you aren’t busy next week…would you maybe want to come with me? I don’t have a date and I’d really like to get to know you and your son more. If you don’t mind of course! Oh my gosh unless you’re seeing someone then just ignore everything I’ve said-” “I’m not seeing anyone. I’d love to accompany you!” You both exchange numbers before Jungkook heads off. With a silly grin on your face, you watch the man and his son leave, you can’t help but thank your procrastinating self for putting off getting a dress.

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Jimin:  Jimin and his little boy would be walking around the amusement park, enjoying the sights and sounds of others riding the roller coasters. The sights would always take him back to when he came here with his family. Soon, the boy would tug on his dad’s hand. “Daddy! Can we get cotton candy!?” Giving his signature smile down at him, he nods his head. “Sure! What’s an amusement park without some cotton candy!” He tells the little boy to wait for him, setting him up on the bench before making his way over to the stand. When he has the sugary treat in his hand and turns around, his boy is nowhere to be found. Jimin goes into a state of panic, and starts to run around the park in search of his precious little boy. He soon spots him holding onto the hand of a beautiful girl, who is searching the crowd of faces; most likely for him. Sighing in relief, Jimin runs up to you, giving you a grateful smile while pulling the boy into a hug. “Thank god you’re safe! And thank you so much! I take my eyes off of this little guy for one minute and he runs off on an adventure!” The smile you give him makes him stop and stare in awe at how bright it is. “It’s no problem at all! He’s a really sweet kid, I’m glad you two are reunited.” You look down at the kid and speak to him. “And maybe next time you go on an adventure you can bring your dad along, yeah?” “Okay!” The boy responds enthusiastically. “Daddy! Can she come with us for the day! We can all go on an adventure together!” Jimin looks at you, and after getting an eager nod, he looks back down at his son. “Why not?” The boy squeals in excitement as the three of you make your way back around the park. “I’m Jimin, by the way.” “I’m Y/N! It’s been a pleasure meeting you!” “Oh the pleasure’s all mine, Y/N.” with a wink sent your way, you make your way back to the cotton candy stand, after realizing that Jimin had dropped the treat in his rush to find his son. Even after giving the sugary treat to the little boy, he couldn’t help but think that the sweetest thing he’s gotten today was the chance to spend the day (and hopefully more to come) with you.

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Taehyung: Taehyung would take his kid to the toy store. He would say to his son that it’s time to get a new toy to play with, but really Taehyung would get so excited by all the cool new gadgets and gizmos. Minutes after walking into the store, he’d get distracted and wander off in search of a cool new toy. With Taehyung distracted, the kid would go off on his own, mesmerized by the sounds and colors off all the toys. Soon he’d bump into you. “Oh! Hi there! Are you lost? Where’s your parents?” You would ask him, he’d respond with a little giggle, saying that it’s only his daddy. “He was somewhere over there! But I wanted to look at all the toys!” You’d smile at his own carefree little smile. “It is a cool place isn’t it? But we should get you back to your daddy, he must be worried. Plus, you won’t be able to get a new toy without him!” The kid would look up at you with an exaggerated face of horror at the chance of not getting a new toy. He’d grab your hand and tug on it. “Let’s go! C'mon hurryyy!” With a small laugh you’d follow him, but only to be stopped by a man. “Oh thank god! There you are! You scared me! I didn’t know where you went!” You assumed this was the father as he ran up and hugged the little kid. Realizing that you were there, he stood up and greeted you with a sheepish smile. “I’m so sorry! I got so distracted by all the toys I kind of just wandered off on my own…” You laugh, shaking your head. “It’s alright! He wasn’t any trouble at all! He’s very sweet, I’m just glad that you found him in this massive place.” He’d laugh in response, and you stare at him. He has the same carefree smile and nature as the child. Thinking that all is good, you start to walk off, only to be stopped by the father. “Wait! Um…seeing that you helped me and, I think you would be able to help me keep track of this little guy…would you maybe want to look at the toys…together? I-I mean only if you want! It’s just that you’re so pretty and you seem cool and I don’t want to bother you-” “I’d love to! I wouldn’t mind spending more time with you. You seem pretty cool, seeing that you’re in this place anyways.” You both laugh, the kid pulling you both off into the direction of the toy cars. “I’m Taehyung, by the way.” “I’m Y/N. it’s nice to meet you!” “Likewise! And thanks for staying with us. But now I’m worried that the toys won’t be the only thing distracting me.” He sends you a wink and follows his kid. And with a blush and a shy smile on your face, you follow him; never more grateful for shiny cars and robots than in that moment.

Originally posted by jeonthegreat

Hoseok: He’d be walking through the streets, on his way to the carnival in town. His big hand would be grasped by his little girl’s smaller one, so they wouldn’t be separated. All of a sudden, Hoseok would be pushed aside as a sudden rush of the crowd pushed the two apart. Realizing that he is no longer holding hands with his daughter, he panics. He starts yelling her name, yelling out for her. He stops and looks in all directions, paying no mind to the rude looks the passersby’s are giving him. Just as he was about to go into full panic mode and break down, he spots her. But the thing that interests him the most is the hand she’s holding onto. A very beautiful woman. The crowd is pushing them up against a local shop, and he sees you looking around for someone. Realizing that you’re probably looking for him, he makes his way over to you two. Reaching you, he speaks first. “I am so sorry! We got lost in the crowd together and I got so worried! Thank you so much for finding her! I’m sorry for interrupting your day.” You shake your head and laugh. He noticed how bright your smile is and zoned out before realizing that you’re answering him. “Oh it’s really no trouble at all! She’s very cute! She’s like a real life princess!” The little girl smiles shyly and nudges her foot against the ground before looking up at Hoseok. “Daddy, why don’t we bring her along!” “Well…that’s okay with me. We’re headed to the carnival, if you want to tag along. Seeing as you did save my child from the crowd.” “Oh I’d love to! I was just on my way there! But It’ll be more fun to spend the day with someone else! Especially in the presence of a princess!” Again, she laughs, and the little girl grabs both your hands and pulls you down the crowded street once again. Hoseok looks over and smiles gratefully at you, glad that you were the one that found his little princess. And maybe, he thinks, maybe…you could become his queen.

Originally posted by hohbi

Namjoon:  He would be at the bookstore with his little boy. Namjoon had run out of books to read and decided that he would go get a new one. But, he would get so into the book he was reading that he’d forget about his kid. Scared, the boy would run around looking for his dad. That’s where he’d run into you. You would be flustered at first, seeing this little crying boy run into you and cling to your legs. “Hey, what’s wrong? It’s okay, I’ll help you. What’s wrong?” “M-my daddy! I c-can’t find h-him!” He’d burst into a fresh wave of tears. Thinking that it could calm him down, you’d gently grab hold of his hand and tug him to the kids section. You’d pull him to sit on a chair and you’d sit in front of him. You’d start reading a cute little picture book, making each character have a different voice and make a big deal about showing him the pictures. Soon, the little boy had stopped crying and was paying close attention to the book. Meanwhile, Namjoon had realized that he had lost his kid and started to search the bookstore. When he reached the kid section of the bookstore, he’d spot you two. But instead of coming up and pulling his kid with him; he stops and watches. Thinking that you have a beautiful voice and how adorable you two look. Especially with all the characters voices. Namjoon would smile watching the little scene. When you’d reach the end of the book, and his little boy would smile and laugh clapping his little hands, he would approach you. Standing up, you smile at him. “I’m going to guess this is your little boy?” “Yes. I’m so sorry you had to watch him. I hope he wasn’t any trouble.” “It wasn’t any at all! I enjoyed reading to him! Just make sure he doesn’t run off again!” “Oh trust me! I’ve got my eye on the little sneak!” He’d feel a tug on his hand and look down at his boy. “Daddy! The pretty lady read me a story! Can we read another one? Pleeease?” He’d look to you, and once you nodded your head with a smile, he’d respond. “Alright little man. But only one more.” With an excited clap of his hands, he’d sit back down and wait patiently for you too read another story. Namjoon would stand, leaning against the bookshelf and watching you too. Watching his little boy smile and listen intently to the story, as well as the way your face would change with every character; he thought that he could get used to this.

Originally posted by bangthebae

Yoongi:  “Daad! Hurry up! I want to go play with the duckies!” A smile spreads across Yoongi’s face as his adorable little girl tugs on his hand with all her might as an attempt to rush him, which ultimately ends up failing. “The duckies aren’t going anywhere, sweetheart.” Yoongi and his daughter make their way to the gorgeous lake that sparkles throughout the day. Next to that is the giant, pink weeping willow tree that provides shade to Yoongi’s favorite bench. He plops down and lets out a long sigh. “Ah, your dad is getting old.” He says, rubbing his back. “Daddy, you’ve always been like that.” She says. Yoongi lets out a chuckle, nodding to himself with pride for teaching his daughter how to be so clever. She prances her way to the edge of the lake with her bag of seeds in her tiny hands. “Alright, now, you know the rules.” Yoongi says in his nagging voice. She lets out a long sigh, “Be nice and gentle to the duckies, don’t go into the water, and don’t wander off…” She says in a monotone voice, mocking her father. ‘Yah, don’t give me that. Now you have no excuse if you break the rules.” She ignores what her father says, and turns her attention to the lake, where ducks are now making their way towards her. The sight of Yoongi’s little girl, with her big eyes and giant grin on her face, brought happiness and warmth to his heart. He smiles, admiring his love.  They stayed like this for awhile. Without realizing, however, Yoongi had dozed off in his seat. He opened his eyes to see his daughter was nowhere in sight. Yoongi begins to panic. His heart starts racing as he leaps out of the bench, looking left and right and calling her name. He looks all over the park. The lake, the jungle gym, even the bathrooms. She wasn’t there. Eventually, Yoongi made his way to the swings. And there she was, swaying back and forth in the air with a huge smile across her face. The sound of her giggles never brought Yoongi as much comfort as they did right now. He moves close to her, “Thank god you’re okay! You know not to wander off like that!” He begins to nag once again, out of breath. “You could’ve been hurt…” Yoongi’s voice trails off when he sees you helping her off the swing. “I’m assuming you’re her dad, then.” You say, smiling at him. “Sorry daddy! You fell asleep and I got bored! I waited with the pretty lady for you to wake up!” You blush. “Sorry to worry you! She was wandering all by herself, so I decided to wait with her and keep her safe.” Yoongi smiles and nods, thanking you. The three of you start to take a walk around the park as Yoongi expresses his gratitude towards you for keeping his daughter safe. The conversation is filled with shy smiles, blushes, and quiet giggles until she tugs on yours and Yoongi’s hands. “Up! Up!” She says, bouncing up and down. Yoongi looks at you, almost as if to say You don’t have to. But you smile and grab her hand anyways, giggling as the two of you swing her into the air. Yoongi’s heart flutters, and you pretend not to notice as he looks at you with adoring eyes. He’ll never let his daughter hear this, but maybe breaking the rules isn’t always a bad thing.

Originally posted by daeguboy

Seokjin: Jin and his little boy would be wandering through a festival. The little boy’s eyes would be filled with fascination and wonders. Jin’s would be as well, as he had never been to a festival this big. He would be so amazed by all the sights and sounds, as well as all the food stands, that’d he’d wandered off. The little boy, trying to stay calm he approached a nearby food stand. It was a cute little stand filled with baked goods. You, the one in charge of it, would see the little boy coming. You’d put on a friendly smile and stepped out from behind the stand. “Hi there little guy! What can I do for you?” “I-I can’t find my daddy. Do y-you think that I can wait here?” “Of course! Would you like a sweet treat while you wait? I made them myself.” His eyes would fill with excitement at getting a treat. A few minutes later, Jin would spot his little boy munching on a brownie in front of the stand. Seeing him, the boy would run up and hug his legs. “Daddy! The nice lady made this! Do you think she can make some more for us?” Noticing you, he’d come up, apologizing for any trouble the boy could have caused. “Oh it’s fine. He was very nice. Plus, I’m glad I could give him some of my new baked goods!” Jin, noticing how cute you looked in an apron with your hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, would smile. “Well…seeing as this little guy enjoyed your treats…you wouldn’t mind me taking some for the road?” “Sure! Take all you want! There are plenty!” Once he had a bag full of sweets, he’d start to walk away, before suddenly stopping. “Um…you wouldn’t mind if I asked for your number, would you? You know, just in case you had any new treats to try out. My son would be happy to taste test them. And I would always be happy to see you again.” Jin says with a shy smile and a light blush dusting his cheeks. With a shy smile yourself, you’d write your number down and hand it to him. “I’ll be expecting a call…” “Seokjin…Jin.” Im Y/N! It’s been a pleasure! I do hope I hear from you soon!“ With your friendly smile in his mind, he heads off again holding onto his boy’s hand. Although, him wandering off hadn’t been such a bad thing after all.

Originally posted by jiminahhh

DAY 3287

Jalsa, Mumbai                    Mar 28/29,  2017                  Tue/Wed 1:42 am

Birthday - EF - Nawaf Algharibeh .   Wed, March 29 … wishing you all the very best for the birthday from all of us here on the Ef Blog .. love and happiness always ..

Additional work for Sarkar 3 .. no reshooting .. all is well, but we need that .. this is the moment of great realisation and resurrection .. once there is honest comment we hope that it shall take , non violent, faith loving, devout routing  .. if not then Sarkar comes in .. !! 

Another award later in the evening at the same Hotel location as just a few days back .. quite amazing .. quite !! A rapid entry, and a rapid exit .. tale of the moment .. award giving by recognised respected dignitaries, a few words of gratitude .. and .. where’s the exit to my car .. thank you and au revoir ..

that’s spoken French people .. spoken, looked disheveled, but a dignity in the content .. shall catch up later through RAPID FIRE .. Denzil from ABP news and in days spent in dancing halls urging participation and I agree .. details of its progress being monitored and filed for later years .. !!

That’s Kumar Mangalam Birla, the incharge of the incredibly vast Birla empire , and family friend for years and through generations as explained earlier on ..

And then the shooting during the day ..

But that is not all … the most honourable part of the evening - meeting the young 13 yr old girl, Poorna, from tribal Telangana, who climbed Mt Everest ..

And Rahul Bose, the artist, has made a film on her, called ‘POORNA” and came on set to fulfill a desire made by Poorna .. and along with him the other artists as well .. the young girl that played the role of the character, is now a grown up little lady .. and believes in herself too ..

Incredible story .. an IAS officer encouraged her to climb and then one day gave her the know-all of mountain climbing .. she learned and struggled and finally conquered the highest point ..Mt Everest .. !!!

May there be many more Poorna’s in the world ..

I close .. I work early and difficult .. I work so good night !!

Amitabh Bachchan

Don’t Do Anything

Pairing: Reader x Hyungsik

Rating: M

Word Count: 1.7k

Request: @damned-fangirl: GIRL I JUST FOUND YOUR BLOG BC THE THIRST FOR HYUNGSIK IS REAL so I was wondering if I can request a fluffy scenario with him? Like tons of Kissen and all that stuff maybe cuddling and a little sexy smth? Lmao if not its fine too LOVE YOU WRITING THO ❤

@nct-127am: hyungsik scenario where they come back from a date and have a makeout session (your writing is really good btw!!)


Author’s Note: I don’t know why but I’m honestly always surprised at the amount of Hyungsik requests I’m getting <3 the poor boy don’t get love wherever he goes (@AhRo look what you missed out on ya loser) BUT ITS OKAY CAUSE I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE TO LOVE HIM

R E Q U E S T || M A S T E R L I S T

You stumbled in backwards as the door pushed open, your chest lurching with panic at the falling sensation. Your boyfriend jumped forward, his strong arms cushioning your drunken hysteria with an amused chuckle. The fabric of his shirt was so soft, bunched under your tensed fingers at his shoulders. “You’re so strong…” you purred, hungrily dragging him in by the neckline of his shirt. The alcohol hummed through your veins and you could feel its grip on you as everything seemed to blur in your vision. The churning heat at the base of your stomach continued to burn strong as you felt your boyfriend’s strong arms firm around your back. Alcohol made you horny every time, without fail. Hyungsik pulled you up gently, keeping your body pressed against his to steady you. You let your lips drag along his neck sloppily as you soaked in the feeling of his heartbeat against yours. His skin was soft and warm to the touch, so familiar under your lips.

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thecrownedrose  asked:

Just imagine Bucky's toddler daughter doing through her night terrors phase and one night where you're fast asleep, Bucky wakes up to the sound of her crying. He goes in her room. "What's wrong babydoll?" "Daddy I had bad dream." All too familiar with nightmares, Bucky just gets in bed and cuddles with her until she falls asleep. "Daddy what if the monsters come back?" She asks before falling asleep. "I'll scare them off," he says, kissing her forehead. "I'll be here princess." "All night?"

“All night princess, because…” he trails off.

“Because you’re with me till the end of line, daddy” she finishes in her tiny voice.

“That’s right, baby” he says kissing her forehead.

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anonymous asked:

You're so everyone start to love Eleanor if she is the reason babygate ends or gets portrayed as being his rock to get over it, sacrificing her business to help him lol. I can already see rusty plotting.

Oh yeah, as soon as it was hinted she was coming back, my dash was all “eleanor 👏 coming 👏 back 👏 to 👏 end 👏 babygate 👏” like no dear, eleanor is coming to fill her pocketbook with easy money but 


I told you in the past to break up with me. Yet, I’m waiting for you in the future to come back to me. Even if it takes one year or two years, I will wait. While I wait, I will think of it as loving you. While I treasure the memories of our past, while I dream of meeting you again… While I pray that you are not hurt Even if you are 10 years, 20 years, or 30 years away I will wait right here. I love you.