road widening

our little family pt.4 | park jimin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3 4

AN: mAN THIS ONE IS A LONG ONE BUT EEEEK ITS MY FAV PART SO ENJOY GUYS!!!

Reader’s POV

Readjusting your hat on your head, you rested a hand on your hip before wiping away the sweat that trickled down the side of you face. Who would’ve known that the day you had planned a field trip for the kids was the day of the record highest temperature your city had seen in the last decade.

Clearly you didn’t, because here you were with twenty sweaty, hungry and excited children all screaming and attacking you at once.

“Ms.L/N! Ms.L/N?! MS.L/N~” the children yelled, snapping you out of your trance, the heat making your head spin.

Looking down at the two children tugging at your skirt, they pointed towards the playground nearby and begged, “Can we all go play at the playground over there Ms.L/N? Please~” as they continued to put on their puppy faces, knowing well enough how irresistible they were to you.

Sighing, you nodded and immediately after, the rest of the children followed the two, running towards the playground and attacking the swings, slides and see-saws with all their might.

“Be careful! And don’t figh- Minjae-ah! Get off Eunhae!” you yelled in exasperation, picking up your bag and trudging your way to the playground ahead. Finding a spot in the shade, under a big tree, you set down your stuff on the bench beside it. 

Taking a walk around, you made sure all your kids were playing together, none of them hurting one another or themselves, at the least.

After you finished breaking up a fight over the sandbox, got a screaming kid off the monkey bars who was too afraid to let go and trying your hardest to calm down a crying child who accidentally stepped on an ant and killed it, you went to sit under a large oak tree, wanting to be away from the blinding sun.

Why are children so difficult to handle?  you helplessly thought to yourself as you momentarily laid back against the tree trunk, your eyes fluttering close.

Just then you felt something wet stain your arm.

As you peeked your eyes open, you looked up to see a crow sitting on a branch as it blinked at you, making you slowly look down to your right arm.

“You did not.” you gasped as you looked back up at the crow and down at the large pool of shit it left on your arm.

After blinking at your for a bit, almost mockingly, it flew away making you mutter a couple words you knew you shouldn’t have said with all these children around.

As you made your way to the bench where all your stuff were, you pulled out your water bottle and washed the sticky mess from your arm. Casually looking around the playground, you started to make a mental count of all your kids, when suddenly your eyes went wide.

It was as if it all happened in slow motion.

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Glitch In The Matrix Stories #24

A Car Started To Pass Me And Disappeared 

Today I had my pickup truck bed loaded to the breaking point with things to take to the landfill (clearing out a hoard)- broken, moldy furniture, broken garage door, and other bulky odd-sized stuff.

I’d packed it well and strapped it all in but I was worried that to the casual drivers around me it’d look unstable as hell. The road I took starts off as a long busy two-lane highway and there’s never a chance to pass anyone until the road becomes 4 lanes with a drivable middle lane that eventually becomes a turning lane as you approach businesses.

As luck would have it, I ended up with a douche-bag in a new BMW trapped behind me on the long stretch. I was doing just above the speed limit and he was up my butt, despite my having broken furniture dangling like two feet from his grille. I couldn’t wait until the road would widen and he’d surely zoom past me and scowl for ‘holding him up’.

Sure enough, we reached the spot where the road widened and I saw him jerk into the left lane as soon as I yielded to the right slow lane. He started to pass me, entered my blind spot and then… I didn’t see him. I thought he was overtaking me slowly so he could see what I was hauling, or I was preparing to be flipped off as well.

The thing is, there was no nowhere to turn left yet, no roads or business at that point- and I watched my side mirror- if he’d turned somewhere (again, nowhere to turn yet) slowed down or even gone into the developing turning strip down the middle, I’d have seen his car fall behind me.

Credits to: Vault32

Remember Seeing A Movie Years Before It Was Released

Being born in the early nineties, I loved watching the ’Land Before Time’ movies. I remember being about 6 or 7, I was sick and in bed. My mom had a friend over and he brought me a movie to watch. It was a Land Before Time movie. So nothing weird about that. 

Well, fast forward about 4 years or so and I’m dropped off at the sitters and everyone is watching the new Land Before Time movie. Sweet! A new one, except this seems familiar. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this before. I know I’ve seen this before. There are always parts of movies you remember very well and for me this was when the long-neck elders fight the two T-Rex. So that part arrives and I start telling everyone what’s going to happen. 

The sitter or her daughter that helped out asked if I’ve watched this already. I said, “yeah a long time ago”. I get told that’s not possible, it just came out the week before or whatever. Yet I specifically remember watching it years earlier. Every now and then I think back on this and it still perplexes me. Maybe my mom’s friend was a time traveler that had a love for kids movies. Maybe it was a glitch- who knows.

Credits to: Chestigo

Seeing Old People Young

For as long as I can remember, I will walk into stores, buildings, parks, fields, and if there is a person there 30 or older I always see them younger.

It usually happens for a few moments, like flashes of young and then I really stare at them and shocked to see wrinkles and liver spots. Like, I was totally checking out that grandma when she looked 20 something and now she’s 80.

Not sure if this is a glitch in the matrix, and before anyone says bad eye sight, I do wear contacts but my prescription is always up to date. And I am always within good seeing distance of the person.

Like, I’m not sure how to properly describe it. I see them exactly how they were when they were younger. Doesn’t happen every single day but it happens enough that I’m used to it. Sometimes I see young people as old but it’s very rare.

Credits to: SpookyB0T

Starting To Question Whether Life Is A Simulation Or Not

I was living in Florida for a while (back in 2014 and 2015) due to work. While I was there, I had been engaging in my own personal philosophical thought process about the nature of our reality. For a couple of days I really was wrapped around this question and it was sort of consuming my thoughts over those days, particularly whether we were living in a simulation or some type of video game. Well nothing new there, right? Scientists and philosphers have been throwing that idea around for a while. 

Well, two experiences occurred that made and make me questions my current reality as it stands and happened in similar time frames. Each seemingly innocent, but when put together seem to connect. All of these events occurred after I started thinking intensely about the possibility of reality being a simulation. 

First: I was working out with a trainer and a group of coworkers when we started doing squats. I started doing squats and the trainer stops and sort of laughs. Then he makes a joke about how I look like a Sims character. That’s innocent enough, right? I’ve seen the game and I got what he was referring to. I laughed. 

But then he says it one more time, but this time he says it in a serious tone “Did you hear that, Tim (which is my name)? I said you look like a Sims character.” The inflections in his voice was odd, it was more like he was hinting at something rather than making a joke and waiting for my reaction. Perhaps it was nothing but it was odd, but everybody else around me didn’t react or even laugh at the reference. It was strange.

Second: So, I enjoy creepypastas and I like listening to them. So, I started listening to this creepypasta and found it pretty good. Now the night before and that night, I had been thinking intensely about reality and all that.

Well, as I scrolled down the comment section I notice this guy’s comment (Pete Detrick) who says “Tim, you’re in a video game.” 

I’m blown away but I’m skeptical, thinking it’s just a coincidence and he was just replying to some other person’s comment. But as I’m scrolling up and down, I notice he isn’t replying to anyone on the comment section. His statement is just out of context and oddly out of nowhere. 

I could imagine the person was perhaps making a comment about the story itself but the main character in the story never mentions his name being Tim or even has a name. (Oddly enough the story is about a person who commits suicide and enters some alternate reality).

Credits to: FloatingTheVoid

anonymous asked:

Hello🙌 I'm a lover of your writing and your works and was wondering if you had the time or interest if you could do a fic where Betty is stranded on the side of the road and has no one else to call except her Serpent ex boyfreind Jughead you can do whatever you like with it I just liked the concept Thank you very much ✌

Sure! Thankyou so much!
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“Shit shit shit!” Betty slammed her foot into the busted tire of her Mini Cooper, her stilettos bouncing back and piercing her calf. “Why?! Why me?! Why today?!” She groaned, head titled towards the sky and arms extended at her sides.

It had been six years since she stepped foot in Riverdale, she was a successful author and was coming back from a press tour all over Europe, her first novel “Love me Serpentine” had done amazing and was in talks to be adapted into a feature film. She was rich, she was famous, she was wanted and still…. she was so unhappy. She spent her days holed up in her home in North Carolina, hidden deep in the mountains writing. She would write and write and write for days locked away and entirely lonely.

Veronica had moved back to Riverdale, she ended up marrying Archie after college and he had taken over Andrews Construction, Ronnie was happy and they had just bought there first home together, that’s what brought Betty to Riverdale, stranded on the side of the road with no one picking up there phone. She had practically missed the house warming dinner and it was getting dark.

“I can’t.” She whispered to herself, desperately looking down at the number lit up on her cellphone. “Maybe he changed it? There’s no way he still had the same number after all these years.” She spoke aloud, the voice in her mind calling back “you still have the same number Betty Cooper.”

“Screw it.” The beautiful blonde pressed the green telephone and brought the phone to her ear, listening to the ringing.

“Betty.” The familar low drawl asked from the other line, it’s sounded almost frantic. Hopeful. Beautiful.

“Hi juggie.” She whispered.

A sharp gasp broke across the phone, a shuddering breath and then

“Are you okay? Where are you?! Archie said you lived in North Carolina now?! Is everything okay down there? I could get a plane.. let me check online.. stupid fucking apps on this phone…” he mumbled, Betty couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face when she heard the tapping of Jugheads fingers on his phone.

“No Jughead! I’m okay, I’m actually in Riverdale and well.. maybe I’m not okay. My car broke down, I have no tools to fix it and I can tell the transmission is blown but I can’t really get in there without..”

This time it was Jugheads turn to cut off Betty,
“where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

Betty closed her eyes, leaning against the tiny car and finally relaxing her shoulders as she let the tension and stress leave her body, this is what he did for her.. even after all these years she still felt safe at the mere sound of his voice.

It was only ten minutes later when a truck pulled down the road, Betty’s eyes widened when she saw the

“Jones Mechanics”

Sticker on the side of the truck. Since when had Jughead been interested in that? He owned a mechanics shop. She squinted against the harsh lights of the truck, standing before it, her hands extended and a soft smile filling her face. Of course this is how they would meet again after all these years. The damsel in distress.

Meanwhile Jughead was struck dumb, his eyes drawn only to the vision in front of him.

Illuminated by his headlights Betty was glowing, her soft blonde hair was long now, almost to her waist in perfectly smooth curls blowing gently with the wind, she had on sky high stilettos and a pencil skirt tighter than anything Jughead had ever seen, her long toned legs put on perfectly display as the simple white blouse she wore was unbuttoned dangerously low, stepping out of the car he admired the way she had filled out, curves running about her body, his eyes found her grassy green ones and everything he had ever felt instantly came flying back. God she was perfect, she always was and always would be.


Betty stepped towards him, admiring his broad shoulders and long wavy black hair, it was curling around his ears a bit now and added boyishness to his chiseled jaw and scruffy chin, the leather jacket he had on held the familiar Serpents Emblem and Betty did her very best to ignore that, choosing to wrap her arms around Jughead instead.

“I missed you Jughead Jones.” She whispered into his neck, relishing in the way he shuddered under her touch.

“Missed you too Betty Cooper.” He mumbled, twirling a strand of blond hair around his calloused finger.

When they finally pulled away after what felt like ages Jughead stepped back and observed the car.

“I’m not even gonna look, I trust you, you taught me everything I know. I’m just gonna hook her up to the back and we’ll get her to the shop.”
He walked to the back of his truck and pulled out cables.

Memories of hot summer nights, two teenagers covered in motor oil making love in FPs old green truck flew through Betty’s mind as she watched Jughead work effortlessly.

“Never thought I’d see the day. You’re a grease monkey Jones, how did this happen?” She teased, sitting shotgun in Jugheads truck

“Just took it up a few years ago, it was a way to stay close to..” he stopped abruptly, shaking his head, cheeks flushing “just like cars I guess.” He finished lamely, the true answer not lost on Betty. When Jughead hopped into the truck and put the keys in the ignition Betty fell into the worn leather seat, eyes closing slowly.

“Read your book. It was amazing. Always knew you could do it.” Jughead spoke suddenly, Bettys eyes flying open.

“Thankyou” she whispered. Every word in that book had been about him, she’d even dedicated it to him “to my Romeo” the first page had read.

“Jughead I… I missed you.” She broke the silence, her hand dropping on his thigh as she took a watery breath “I miss you everyday. Everyday I write more and more and I think of you 24/7 I want… I want to be here. With you. I want you to edit my writing, I want to read yours again because I know you’re still writing. I want to be here.” She choked out as Jughead pulled over, shifting in his seat to stare at her.

“I’ve been waiting for you to come home. He started, Betty gasped, her eyes widening “I’ve waited five years for you to come home. To come back to me. I opened the mechanics shop because I knew you would come back, you love fixing cars and I love… I love you. If you’re ready, truly ready to come home. I’m right here. I always will be. No matter how long I have to wait.” His voice was strong and serious, his gaze never moving from her face as his hands came to cup her cheeks

“I love you Betty Cooper. Always have. Always will.” He whispered before dropping his lips to hers, her fingers tangled in his hair as his found their way under her top. With his lips on hers betty sighed into his mouth

Home.

One more pt.7

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: Could you do one where y/n is dealing with alcohol/drug addiction and one night Yoongi (or bts reaction) accidentally finds out ?

Warnings: Alcohol abuse mention

Pt.1 // Pt.2 // Pt.3 // Pt.4 // Pt.5 // Pt.6

Originally posted by k-omachi

In a fit of rage you ignored the desperate attempts from Jungkook to calm down and stay where you were. This whole thing was just a huge mess you no longer wanted to be apart of. It’s like anything he spewed from his mouth was a lie, you should have known better. Whether you missed him or not, you knew you should have just ended it with him for good even if it meant no longer hanging out with your mutual friends. 

Although you were more mad than upset you felt your eyes tearing up again, as if you weren’t already drowning in your own self pity. Your hands clenched and you focused your blurry vision on the street ahead of you. After a small vibration from your phone you decided to pull it out. No surprise it was from Yoongi.

   Yoongi:

           “Y/N, it’s not what you think. Please just wait for me.”

He must have caught up to Jungkook, knowing about you running off. You took a deep breathe slowly typing your reply.

  You:

         “Seriously, just stop already. I’m do-”

With one tight pull, you heard the sound of someone’s car horn blaring at you and the smell of a familiar scent of someone’s clothes as you pressed against their chest. You couldn’t even finish typing when your phone now laid on the ground near your feet. Yoongi let out a long sigh.

“You scared the shit out of me, Y/N. Are you crazy? You almost ran into the road!”

Your eyes widened as you heard him scolding you, finally looking up at him. It would be even harder for you to break it off in person but you now had no choice. Quickly, you shoved his body away from yours but only enough to put distance between you both. He instead picked up your phone, handing it back to you.

“Are you really in a position to yell at me anymore?” You mumbled.

Yoongi pulled his phone out, holding the picture of the two of them together. You stared at it before continuing eye contact with him.

“Is this what you’re mad about?”

“I don’t care what you do. We aren’t together, remember?”

“Look can we not have this fight again, Y/N? She gave me advice on how to talk to you so I told her i’d buy her a drink to thank her because you finally stopped shutting me out! What was I supposed to do? At least she was there to listen. This isn’t easy for me.. I don’t know why those reporters were there.”

You couldn’t hide the anger on your face anymore, practically glaring at him.

“Oh, i’m so sorry. Are you the one dealing with addiction right now? Life must be so fucking hard for you, huh?”

“That’s not what I meant-”

“No. Please, tell me how much this sucks for you because i’m not there to fuck you since it’s burning a hole in your head.”

Yoongi reached out for your hand, only being able to grasp it for a few seconds before you yanked away from him.

“Can we do this somewhere else? It’s going to make a scene.”

You mockingly laughed. Of course you knew how awful you were being but it wouldn’t stop, assuming it was pent up jealousy. You kept it going, yelling and doing everything you were against, just for  your own selfish self gratifying release.

“Why? Are you embarrassed of your alcoholic ex?”

The comment must have really annoyed him because it was almost like his face had darkened in annoyance. He took a step close to you, staring you angrily in the eyes.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. You know I love you regardless of that! Why are you doing this to me?” He croaked.

The slight crack in his voice at the last sentence loosened you up, losing the anger in your eyes. 

“Because I want this to be over. I don’t want to keep fighting about this with you, I’m sick of it. It’s bad for the both of us. We used to be so great until I ruined us…I tried to let you go but you kept following me around like a sad puppy! I just wanted for you to be happy and now all we do is fight.”

Yoongi closed his eyes for a few seconds before glancing at you once more to meet your eyes. 

“Then tell me it’s over. Right here and right now. If you really want to never have to see my face again then I won’t push it. Just tell me you really want to end it.”

You grew quiet, listening to the sounds of the cars passing beside the two of you, hearing the footsteps of those walking past you, and standing dead still in your place. It felt weird hearing him say that since all he’s ever done was beg for you not to let him go, making you wonder if this was some sort of test. You were no longer thinking of the picture or the other girl despite that being what started this last fight. It almost felt as though if you spoke or even moved a muscle, things would finally end between the both of you. Two seconds ago you were almost certain this was what you needed to do but this felt like the hardest decision of your life. 

There would be no future for the two of you. No more small attempts to catch his attention when you two were apart, no more joining him in his music studio late at night to check on him when no one else would, no more would you feel his hand resting casually on your leg when you sat next to him, or no more crawling into bed next to him on those really cold days and being able to turn back and look at all the reasons on why you loved him so much. Every memory would be pointless and painful. But maybe he needs all of that without you?

“Please.” You whispered.

Yoongi scoffed.

“Fine. After every single fight, after every single time I explained to you over and over again, and you still don’t get it do you? If you honestly think I’d be happier without you then you really didn’t know me at all. I’m sorry I wasted your time.”

As he turned on his heel, you watched as he tried to stuff his two hands into his pockets and almost automatically your hand grabbed one of them, making him stop to look back at you in confusion.

“Please tell me that it’s worth it…”

Yoongi titled his head, only becoming even more confused. He fully turned back around, letting out only a small sigh this time, trying to understand you.

“Y/N. I don’t want my words just to be things you think i’m saying to give you what you want to hear. I meant it when I said I didn’t want you to leave me, that I would be there for you in the very end so I could be there when you beat this thing, that what I went through in the past is in the past and none of this will make me relapse because this is about you. I want you to be honest with me and let me be there for you just like everyone else gets to. Getting clean is completely worth it and whatever you think that girl means to me, she doesn’t. Just like everything, she’s in the past. You’re my present and hopefully my future. I can’t beg you anymore, so please, let me be there for you.”

Every tear you had held back came bursting out as you sobbed, hugging him tightly. Yoongi couldn’t help but smile, rubbing your back as your head laid in the crook of his neck, and he held you for the first time in what felt like forever. 

“Thank you, Y/N. I promise you won’t regret it.” He said, becoming teary eyed himself. Yoongi didn’t care at how many people may or may not have been watching this entire catastrophe. The only thing he really cared about laid in his arms exactly where he felt they needed to be. 

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As the two of you walked back to the dorms you found Jungkook sitting, worried, on the porch. He instantly hopped up from his seat when he saw the two of you together. 

“Y/N!” Jungkook yelled, running over to you as he gave you a hug.

“Hey, watch it. She has a boyfriend.” Yoongi sneered.

Jungkook’s eyes widened, innocently when he realized what was going on.

“You guys-?”

“Yeah….No more fighting and no more drama. It won’t be awkward to be in the same room as the both of us anymore.” You joked.

Jungkook smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Thank god. I seriously thought I was going to die with all of this stress. I should have known you guys got back together. Y/N you’re such a cry baby, I can tell you caved, there’s wet mascara under your eyes.”

You playfully hit his arm.

“You brat. I am not!”

Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh at your childish bickering, grabbing your hand as he pulled you along. 

“Come on, we have other people to tell before you two end up fighting.”

Jungkook stuck his tongue out as soon as Yoongi turned his back to him, making you giggle.

“Alright, alright. I’m sure Jimin and Joonie will be happy to hear about it.”

Deucalion Farms (I)

Farmer!Bellamy, and yes, there’s a part II on its way.  Snaps to @reblogginhood for the name, and dedicated to the ladies who inspired this little series.


Bellamy can’t help it— he’s a farmer’s market purist.  Farmer’s markets should be for fruits, vegetables, flowers, and maybe a stand or two of honey and beeswax products.  It’s right there in the name, after all: farmer’s market.  It’s a market for farmers, and bringing in things like jewelry booths and artisan weavers just clutters everything up and brings in hipsters who claim to want farm-to-table produce but then expect him to have tomatoes six weeks after the season is over.  Octavia (if she bothered to listen to his rants anymore) would probably point out that it brings in more customers and more customers are probably a good thing, but he didn’t care.

So when the Arkadia Collective set up next to his stall, he got annoyed.  And as Miller was fond of pointing out, Annoyed Bellamy was a jackass.  Even the fact that the Collective appeared to be entirely staffed by attractive people his age did not dissuade him from being irritated at their very presence, so naturally on the first day of the season he snapped at the blonde woman who asked if he could help her manage a tent pole.  “I’m a little busy here,” he grumped, and Miller rolled his eyes and went over.

“Don’t mind him; he just hates people.  And places, and things.  He’s like the worst parts of April Ludgate and Ron Swanson combined,” Miller said and Bellamy narrowed his eyes at the lettuce in the back of his truck.  She laughed, and he he was even more annoyed to find he liked the sound, and thus began the worst summer of his life.

Her name was Clarke and she was an artist.  Which was bad enough, except she was a good artist and Octavia bought a bracelet from her and then Lincoln spent a whole morning lurking in her booth, talking to her about her process.  And look, Bellamy liked art.  It had a place in the world and he understood that meant that some people would dedicate their lives to it, but he had a knee-jerk resentment towards anything that felt like privilege.  And I want to make beautiful things felt like the sort of thing you would only choose if you hadn’t ever worried about where your next meal was coming from.

So he did his best not to be a dick to her, but mostly he failed.  “Deucalion Farms?  What does that mean?” she asked their fourth saturday, a smile that might have been teasing on her lips.

“It means what it means,” he grumbled, because Octavia already made fun of his history-nerd tendencies enough— he didn’t need her doing it too.  Clarke looked taken aback (which he did feel bad about; he was just so bad at deciding when people were genuinely interested and when they were mocking him that he usually just assumed the latter and went on offense) and after that, she never bothered to make polite conversation with him again.  Which sucked, because when she did talk to Miller or her customers, she seemed smart and funny and like the sort of person he’d like to get to know.  But he’d screwed up twice and people like him didn’t get second chances, much less third ones, so he chalked it up to a lost cause and sank deeper into his Pretty-Artist-induced funk.

It was a bright Saturday in late June when Kane stopped by his stall.  Clarke wasn’t around that day— Luna was selling her scarves from their booth instead— so he was in a marginally less grumpy mood.  The County Commissioner shook his hand with a genial smile that Bellamy returned.  “Haven’t seen you at a meeting in a while,” Kane said.  “Abby, this is Bellamy— he owns a farm down Highway 13.

Bellamy nodded to the woman next to him who bent over a basket of blackberries, her brown braid swinging forward over her shoulder.  She looked vaguely familiar, especially when she wrinkled her forehead in contemplation.  “As long as you’re not planning on widening the road anymore, I’ve got better things to do with my time,” Bellamy chuckled.  He and Kane hadn’t gotten off to the best start— Bellamy might have called him a fascist during a particularly heated meeting about the road— but he had come to admire him.  

“Maybe we’ll put it back on the agenda, if only to get you involved again,” Kane teased.  “I heard you were in asking about permits last week?”

Abby picked up a basket of berries and motioned to it with a still-uncomfortably-familiar smile.  “I was thinking of doing some renovations, yeah,” Bellamy said, accepting her cash and counting out change.  He stuffed the bills into his cash box and flipped it shut with a snap.  “Heating that house costs a fortune in the winter— I want to see if I there’s anything I can do to bring that down, but I don’t know what I can afford yet.”

Abby piped up for the first time.  “My daughter does green design— I’m sure she’d be willing to do a consultation for you, if you’d like; give you an idea of what’s possible and what it would cost.”

“That’d be great, yeah,” he said, and Abby fished around in her purse to find a business card.  Griffin Design, it said, with a logo of a tree and an email address and a phone number in tiny script at the bottom.  He curled his hand around it and slipped it into his half apron.

He’d call her tomorrow, whoever she was.

It's more like a family

P A I R I N G : Sebastian Stan x Anthony Mackie x Teen!Reader ( friendship )

W A R N I N G S : None just pure fluff

P L O T : Reader is the youngest actress in “ Avengers Infinity War” , and has a panel together with Sebastian and Anthony.

°°°°°

“ I wouldn’t dare leave you without morsel of marvel.”, the man on the stage says while the big screen behind him turns red and the white marvel logo appears. The crowd starts to scream and a couple of seconds later a small clips starts to play.

—-

“ Truman , youre coming?”, a female voice says, and a couple of seconds later you can see how a dog appears from around a corner. The fur is black , and the sounds of his paws hitting the ground are clearly audible as the dog makes his way down the street.

A couple of meters away stands a young girl , not older than 16 . She is smiling down at her dog, and when he reached her she continues to walk. With one earplug in her left ear, she
whistles the background music of ’ Rocky Racoon ’, as she slowly begins to move her head in the beat of the music.

But after a while the girl stops walking while her whistling continues. Now she even starts to sing, while she slowly turns around :“ da- da- da- da- da- da- da- c'mon Rocky boy - da- da- da- c'mon Rocky Boy-”, she sings and looks down.

“You found me.”, she says and the grin on her face only becomes wider as she kneels down to face a racoon :“ Somehow I always knew you would.”

“I promised it to you, didn’t I ?”, the racoon says and raises his eyebrow before he scratches his neck and points with his finger up to two people who are standing right behind him :
“But to be honest, I had a little bit help from those guys.”

The girl looks up, and now her smile fades and tears are starting to form in her Y/E/C eyes as she stands up again.
“You’re back-”,she whispers and laughs slightly as she looks from the one man to the other.

“Of course we are, kiddo .”, Sam Wilson says while he crosses his arms infront of his chest :“ But I’m here because I need your help, and to be honest I’m not the only one who does.”, he turns around and the girl looks past him.

A couple of cars are standing on the road, and her eyes widen when she realizes that Sam and Rocket are not the only one who came to see her. Next to one car stands Tony Stark together with the other Guardians and Steve Rogers. They all smile at her, and Steve waves into her direction.

Then a car door opens, and a the black boot hit the ground.

“B-Buck.”

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“ Now let’s welcome three of the people you have seen in the trailer, here are Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie and Y/N Y/L/N.”, under loud applause you enter the stage, followed by two laughing men.

Even though it’s not your first Disney Expo, you are still unbelievably nervous. Sebastian who stands next to you lays one arm around your shoulder, and pulls you closer to him.

“How are you?”, Anthony asks and the audience screams once more :“We are all very excited to be here today, i already spotted a couple of very cool costumes.”

“I know right, I’ve seen a couple of girls who were dressed as the different X-Men characters. They looked so cool!”, you say and Sebastian takes his arm off your shoulders, while he walks closer to the audience :“ I know, I think I spotted them when we walked in.”, he looks around for a couple of seconds, before he points into one direction :“ Do you mean them?”

You walk up to him and follow his gaze:, when you spot the girl you smile “Yes, there they are!”, you say and smile into their direction :“ You girls are looking amazing, honestly one of the best cosplays I have seen all day!”

“Are you guys ready to answer some questions?”, Anthony asks , and immediately people lift their hands:“ The girl in the yellow shirt-”, Sebastian says and you watch how the staff hands her a microphone.

“Hey.”, she says and waves shyly :“ The teaser trailer was incredible, so know we know that Bucky comes back and meets Y/N’s Character Kay Jones, how is their relationship after everything that happened ? ”

You look at Sebastian who signalizes you with his hands that you should answer the question, you chuckle and bring the microphone up to your mouth :“ Well, in Civil War, Kay and Bucky had this special connection, they both shared some similar experiences with let’s say the bad guys, and throughout the film you could see that Bucky cared for her like a father cares for his daughter . Just like him Kay has her problems with fitting into the group, and he is kind of the only person Kay can truly trust, that’s what makes Bucky so important for her. But when Bucky went back under, without telling Kay, that where he breaks her trust, and because he was kind of her only friend she is left alone. When the two meet again, in Infinity War, under those circumstances, their relationship isn’t the same anymore.”

Sebastian nods quietly before he starts to talk :“ Yes, like Y/N said, Bucky disappointed her and we all know that he would never do something like that on purpose, he literally said in the end credit scene of Civil War ” Going back under is the best thing, for everybody. “, and with that he also includes Y/N’s Character. When the doctor played with his mind, he almost hurt Kay, and that’s something that he would never forgive himself. But sadly Kay doesn’t know that.”

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“Hello guys.”, She says and you can see how nervous she is:
“So this question is for Y/N-”,she says and you raise your eyebrows:“ You are in this business for a couple of years now, you basically grew up with it, would you say that people like Sebastian and Anthony had some influence on you-”

“I hope not!”, Anthony interrupts her and Sebastian laughs.

“- and if yes how?”

After she puts down the microphone, you turn your head and look at Anthony and Sebastian who are still laughing:“ What do you mean with ’ I hope not” ? “, you asks confused :” You guys actually had and have a huge influence on me-“

Now they both stop laughing and stare at you :” We did?“, they ask synchronistically and the whole audience, including yourself, laughs.

“I mean since the first time I met you back in 2014-”,you turn to the audience:“ So the first time I met Sebastian and Anthony was on the set of 2014, my mom and I both arrived at the set for the first time and since she wasn’t able to stay the entire time those 2 men agreed to take care of me.”, you tell and smile at the memory :“ I’m now 15 year’s old, back in 2014 I was 12 and it was my first role. So I came on set, and right after my mom said goodbye to me, I was so incredible lost. Film sets are mostly huge, but marvel sets are unbelievably-”

“And she walked around like a small and lost puppy, it was kind of adorable.”, Anthony says and chuckles, Sebastian who is standing next to his friend smiles :“ I remember how you brought her to our table, looked me into the eyes and said :
” Look what I found, can we keep her? “, he makes his best imitation of him and you laugh :” Good thing we kept her!“

“I mean sometimes she can be problematic as hell, she never cleans up her trailer.”, Anthony says and rolls his eyes, while the audience laughs again. You simply cross your arms and shake your head laughing:“ Now you’re laughing, but -”

“ I am just trying to hide my pain.”, You explain, and Sebastian who stands behind Anthony, throws his head back as he starts laughing once again.

You simply watch them, as they continue to roast you.
Ever since you got the huge opportunity to be part of the marvel family your life completely changed. But for good.
Those two were like your family, the brothers you always wanted to have but never got. You love them with your whole heart, and you know they love you too.

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The sun cast a caramel glow over the sleek curve of the Mustang in the driveway. Clay ran light fingers over the paint, and the sun-warmed metal bit at the new callouses just beneath his nails. His therapist had said the guitar lessons might help him process some of his emotions, some of his pain. Most days, she was wrong. But Clay kept showing up and strumming out new, awkward chords for those days when she was right.

With a squeal, the screen door opened and Tony stepped into the receding light. His boots were scuffed and loosely laced, coming up over his jeans. A leather jacket weighed on his shoulders. He’d gotten his hair cut a little shorter after his breakup with Brad, citing new beginnings.

New beginnings, Clay thought. We could use some of those around here.

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You’re the One That I Want

So this is my first fic request from @2jaekisses with the prompt “cop!youngjae and badboy!jaebum”! I’ve never done a fic request before so I was really nervous about this and I don’t know if you wanted it this angsty but it gets fluffy and flirty at the end I promise! 

Rated: T
Progress: Completed/One-Shot
Pairing: 2jae
Word Count: 10,283
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Description:  What started off as a routine call for small town cop Choi Youngjae turned out to be anything but when he met a foul-mouthed, bad-tempered man named Im Jaebum.

Important Author’s Note: There is some implied homophobia from an OC who isn’t actually in the story. However, a conversation will take place where one homophobic slur is mentioned. I just wanted to mention this ahead of time.

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Midnight Haze

BTS + EXO x reader (+WINNER)

Overall Warnings: angst, SEXUAL THEMES, POSSIBLE NON CONTENT, gore, prostitution, kidnapping, drugging - if you’re uncomfortable with ANY of these themes please avoid reading!

BTS/EXO gang!au

BTS visuals - EXO visuals

word count: 3,221

Being a recently turned 18 year-old, you lived on your own in a dingy apartment after moving out of home which consisted of just you and your 25 year-old abusive older sister after your mother’s undiscovered disappearance, that fell months after your 16th birthday. Your father walked out years before, with no explanation on your behalf, leaving you parent-less for what you’d consider to be most of your life. When you take a turn down a highway you’d never seen before, how will the rest of your life unfold?

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The Different Ways to Take Down a Bear - (A Baekhyun One Shot)

Your dream was vivid.

You could feel his fingers tickling along the skin of your upper thighs.

Where were your pants anyway? You didn’t remember taking them off but he was touching your skin? You could see the smile on his face. And the heated look in his eyes as his fingertips tapped their way higher up your legs. What are you sitting on.

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I’m okay - Park Jimin, angst.

anon requested

this is so sad, I almost cried :(

You stared at him as he smiled cheekily at his ex, Kwon Gyuri, who’s now eyeing at you before she broke into a laughter- a fake laughter, indeed. “Oh my god, oppa, you still look so cute!” you saw Jimin blushed slightly, making you scoff quietly, trying so hard not to feel hurt or jealous. Gyuri glanced at you before smirking, “oppa, are you free tonight?”


Are you, Jimin?” you finally spoke up, smiling fakely at him. He chuckled before pulling you into his arms, “I’m really sorry, Gyu. But we have a date tonight. What’s your plans tonight anyway?” Gyuri glared at you slightly before looking at Jimin, chuckling. “It’s okay, Jimin. How about tomorrow–free?” You frowned – that was his free day. “Yeah, I’m free! Movies?” Jimin replied. “Yeahh, movies! Totally! You still remember what I like!”


“Babe–”

“Umm, let’s meet tomorrow at 2! I’m free at 2!” Gyuri interrupted you, making you sigh in annoyance. “Yeah, okay, 2.” Jimin replied calmly, giving her a sweet and caring smile. “Can we go, oppa? I’m not feeling well.” you whispered against his neck. “Ahh, okay. Let’s go. Bye, Gyuri! See you tomorrow!” You smiled at Gyuri before turning around, ready to walk away with Jimin.


But Gyuri held Jimin’s arm, “oppa!” Jimin and you stopped, looking around. “My number.” Gyuri replied shortly, giving a piece of paper. “Oh, okay, I’ll text you.” Jimin replied, smiling. “Oppa, I’m hungry and not feeling well!” I yelled, but not loud. Jimin sighed and ruffled your hair, “K. Let’s go.”

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You smiled as you saw him walking in your apartment, “Jagiyaa~!!” he excitedly yelled, running to you and hugged you tightly. You chuckled at his dorky side as you broke the hug, shaking your head. “You’re 10 minutes late,” you pretended to be mad, pouting and crossing your arms. “Sorry, jagi, Gyuri and I met up again, are you mad?”


Your heart ached, but you forced a smile, “Hey, I’m okay, alright. I was joking, let’s start our date!” you both laughed as you both walked in the kitchen, ready to eat what you had made. “As expected, my Y/N here is a good cook!” you blushed at his praise as he continued to eat the kimchi fried rice. “Oppa, can we just cuddle in bed–” before you could finish your sentence, his phone rang. You frowned, Kwon Gyuri. “Wait, I need to pick this up.”


You saw that sly smile he made as he picked the phone up, walking out of the kitchen. “Yeah, Gyu?” you scoffed as you continued eating your fried rice. Even when you guys were dating, she wants to interrupt? You sighed slightly before you grab the glass of water beside your plate, drinking it. While you were drinking, you accidentally eavesdropped. “Yeah, Gyu, I’ll meet you tomorrow.” “What? She’s okay, I guess.” “You… You still love me?” “I’ll… I’ll think about it and talk about it tomorrow.” “B-Bye”


That’s it, you thought. You stood up, and walked to him, who was looking out the window, maybe having a deep thought. “So, that’s a yes or a no?” you interrupted his thoughts, making him jumped slightly and turned around. “Jagiya! W-What are you talking about?” You glared at him, “Gyuri confessed to you, I heard. So your fucking answer is? A yes, or a no? Because if it’s an “I don’t know” I’m considering that as a yes,” he sighed.

“She only said she still loves me, and yes, she asked me do I like her back, I-I did not reply any yes or no, Y/N. I replied–”


“I know what you replied, Jimin. You replied you’ll think about it. My question, think about what? Think about how you’ll cheat on me? Think about how you’ll hurt me and let me leave?”


“Why are you so fucking jealous of her, Y/N?!” he yelled, gripping his phone tightly. “I never have been jealous of you, never!” you scoffed quietly, letting him continue. “I haven’t even replied her anything, so what for you overreact to that!? Why are you jealous of Kwon Gyuri, Y/N? Is it the way she dresses sexily, or is she that pretty? Or is she just perfect the way she is, what is it?!” Tears were threatening to fall by the moment, making you sighed and turned around. I’m never jealous of any of those. You thought.


“Or, is it because she’s not that pathetic like you are?” you gasped quietly, now tears were obviously visibly running down your cheeks. You turned around, surprising him with your tears. His eyes which were filled with annoyance where now a tiny bit and little softer – only by 1%. “Now, you’re crying?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes, not caring of your pain. “You started this! And you’re the one who–”


“Okay, Park Jimin!” you yelled, sobbing. “I’m always the wrong one here, I’m always the pathetic one, I’m always annoying to you, I’m always nagging, always scoffing, always jealous, overreacting– because why? Because I love you, Jimin. Can’t I do that to protect you from the girls taking you away?” Jimin looked away, his heart aching by seeing you in pain. “Whatever,” he muttered, walking away – not to the kitchen, but to the front door. “I’m leaving— We’re breaking up, Y/N. I can’t stand it!”


You rushed to the front door, blocking the door so that he wouldn’t pass through. “No, Park Jimin. Don’t leave me, why would you? I-I love you!” you yelled, tears running. “Move.” Jimin replied almost coldly, his eyes showed no sympathy. “I don’t want your protection, Y/N. Can’t you see that? I want to be free, I want a happy life, Y/N! So if you love me, please move.” with a heavy, ached heart, you sighed heavily, trying to calm yourself. “You’re giving up on me– on us?” he sighed and closed his eyes, “Y/N, just move, please?”


Without any word, you moved slightly, as he smiled sadly, walking out of the door and slammed the door closed. You felt your head being heavy as your heart ached so deeply, and you started trembling, “I need you, Jimin. Fuck!” you screamed, punching the wall near you. “I’m not going to give up on us,” you muttered, suddenly opening your eyes wide. You chased him out of the door, what? yep. You chased the one who gave up on you.


The moment you reached the road, your eyes widened as you saw Jimin walking slowly on the zebra-crossing, looking almost sleepy and weak. No, you weren’t terrified of that, what were you terrified? A car on a very high speed was driving to Jimin’s direction, and in a few seconds, Jimin would be hit and– “Jimin-ah…” you muttered. “Park Jimin!” you screamed your lungs out as you ran to Jimin and pushed him to the other side of the road, as you sighed deeply, smiling that he was safe– tears of happiness were streaming.


“Y/N?” Jimin whispered, looking at you– who was looking so happy and relieved. But then, his body immediately reacted to the car who was in five seconds near you. His heart beat was faster than ever as he immediately stood up to grab you ; but it was too late.


Your vision was now blurry, as you felt pain everywhere. You saw a guy running towards you, calling out your name. You smiled slightly, “Jimin?” the guy nodded slightly before grabbing your body to his, hugging you like there’s no tomorrow– besides, maybe there is no tomorrow. “Y/N! I regret everything I said, everything I did! I love you, don’t leave me! Y-You think I can live without you?! You– I’m sorry.” a few wet drip of rain dripped to your cheeks as you heard sobs by sobs.


“Shh, it’s okay, Jimin,” you breathed, “I’m okay if you’re okay. I’m… totally fine, just cool,” You chuckled bitterly, “You don’t have to be sorry, you know? I’m happy if I know you’re happy. Go get your happy life that you want, I’m okay.” Jimin continued sobbing as he still hugged you tightly, not wanting you to go. He regretted everything. He regretted breaking up, saying those hurtful words, and by asking her to move.


“Hey, don’t cry, you big baby. I’m fine–”

“But you always say you’re fine! When you’re not!” Jimin yelled, sobbing very hard. “I know how hurt you were when I said those hurtful words, when I kept contacting Gyuri, when I asked you to move, when I wanted a break up– and still, you saved me– and you said you’re fine?! Y/N… I’m so sorry, jagiya. You’re never pathetic, you’re never too annoying, I love you and–”


Jimin paused – why weren’t you replying, or at least, why isn’t he feeling your body move? he broke the hug, thinking of the worst scenario that can come true. When he looked at you with your eyes tightly closed and you weren’t breathing anymore, he broke completely. “Come back, jagiya,” he sobbed. “I love you.” that moment, all the pain from you was magnetized to him.


“Y/N!!” he screamed out his lungs, crying his heart out as he hugged you for the last time.

Jimin, I’m okay.

PERKS OF BEING A PAMBANSANG THIRD WHEEL

Bakit ang pangit lagi ng dating kapag third no? Third party. Third wheel. Third place. Third choice. Third stage cancer. Third runner up. Third floor. ( Wait what? Anong meron sa 3rd floor? )

Pero balik tayo dun sa third wheel. Minsan kase kapag third wheel ka parang gustong-gusto mong dumulog sa DPWH para ipa-road widening ang bawat dadaanan ng kaibigan mong magjowa para hindi ka naiiwanan sa likod. Andun kasi yung pakiramdam na parang option ka lang at pwede ka namang wala sa setting ng istorya. Minsan parang ikaw pa yung lumalabas na antagonist sa kanilang dalawa. At ang mas masakit, yung kahit sa sarili mong kwento hindi pa din ikaw yung bida. Isa ka lang dakilang extra na hinihintay maglaho sa eksena. Yung they lived happily ever after pero ikaw nganga pa din.

Pero when you look on the other side, may perks din naman ang pagiging third wheel that will make you say, “Woooh! Sana ‘pag nareincarnate ako, third wheel ulit please!” ( Me ganun?)

1.       Parating busog. Dahil palagi kang libre kapag may date sila. Bahala silang magsubuan at magpahidan ng dumi sa mukha basta free foods. Choosy pa ba? Pagkain muna bago feelings.

2.      Hindi man ikaw ang Pambansang Bae pero para sa kanila ikaw ang #PambansangBes. Dalawa na agad ang BFFs mo. Dalawa na agad ang kakampi mo kapag may nanggago sa’yo.

3.       Whenever you need a double date, isa na lang ang kulang.

4.       Papa Jack levels ka na pagdating sa mga relationship advices dahil everytime na mag-aaway sila, sa’yo sila lagi humihingi ng payo ‘cos you always know both sides of the story.

5.       You will see love in a different perspective na pwede mong iapply sa next relationship mo. In short, nangunguha ka lang ng tips.

6.       May pa-popcorn at sopdrinks ka  everytime na manonood kayo ng sine basta dedma ka na lang habang naglalaplapan sila sa sulok.

7.       Hindi ka na mahihirapang mag-isip kung sino-sino ang isasama mo sa next travel mo. Kapag kasama si bes ‘matic kasama din ang jowa ni bes. Minsan kasama din yung kaibigan ng kaibigan pa ng jowa ni bes.

8.       Feeling Professional Photographer ka lagi kapag kasama mo sila bilang ikaw lagi ang dakilang taga-picture. Professional dahil kapag sinasabi mong ‘Smile!’, ikaw ‘tong pinipilit ngumiti kahit deep inside mangilid-ngilid na yung luha mo sa inggit.

9.       Third-wheel ka lang, hindi friendzoned. Mas masakit matawag na friendzoned.

10.   Isang magandang marketing strategy ang pagpopost nila ng picture kasama ka. Dahil kapag nakita ng ibang friends nila na single ka pa din, madaming mag-aatempt na landiin ka. #FreePublicity

11. Atleast hindi mo napagdaanan ang “Naaalala Lang Ako Ni Bes Kapag Single Siya Syndrome”.

12.   Everytime na makikita mo sila, mas lalo kang na-eexcite para sa sarili mo. Na one day, mararanasan mo din yung nararanasan nila. ( At mararanasan din nila yung nararanasan mo ‘cos karma’s a bitch. Ay pota bitter pala? )

13.   You will learn to be happy on someone else’s happiness.

14. Kahit bumabaliktad na yung sikmura mo kaka-PDA nila, maniniwala ka pa rin sa forever kahit wala kang ka-forever. Dahil habang nakikita mo sila, you will always be reminded that love really does exist at parating pa lang yung para sa’yo.

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Kung third wheel ka, sa tingin mo ba aandar ang pedicab kapag wala ka? Nilagay ang pangatlong gulong dahil mas mahirap balansehin ang takbo kapag dalawa lang.

Sa ngayon, enjoyin mo na lang muna kung nasaan ka. Darating din ang araw na mangyayari din sa’yo yung mga bagay na sa ngayon ay hanggang tingin ka na lang muna. Mangyayari yun sa tamang panahon at sa tamang taong nakalaan para sa’yo. At kapag nangyari ‘yon, silang dalawa ang kauna-unahang magiging masaya para sa’yo. May pa-banner at pa-pansit ka pa.

TALES OF KRISHNA ~7~krishna & the killer snake !

When the boys got a little older, they spent their days playing with the calves in a nearby field. Their mothers cooked the noon meal and called them from the fields, or they would pack lunches for them. Children were considered the wealth of the family and were protected from abuse. However, rather than the parents protecting Krishna, it was the child who protected the village and all the people in it.

         (above ~ krishna ,balarama & their friends play around in vrindavan.)

When Lord Krishna was enjoying His childhood pastimes with His boyfriends, one Aghasura demon became very impatient. He was unable to tolerate seeing Krishna playing, so he appeared before the boys intending to kill them all. This Aghasura was so dangerous that even the denizens of heaven were afraid of him. Because ,this Aghasura happened to be the younger brother of Putana and Bakasura ( whom also krishna had deftly killed earlier), and he thought, “Krishna has killed my brother and sister. Now I shall kill Him along with all His friends and calves.”

The demon Aghasura appeared before Krishna and His friends. Aghasura was instigated by Kamsa, so he had come with determination. Aghasura also began to think that when he would offer grains and water in memory of his brother and sister and kill Krishna and all the cowherd boys, then automatically all the inhabitants of Vrindavan would die. Generally, for the householders, the children are the life and breath force. When all the children die, then naturally the parents also die on account of strong affection for them. 

Thus deciding to kill all the inhabitants of Vrindavana, expanded himself by the yogic siddhi called mahima. In the yoga system, by the perfection called mahima-siddhi, one can expand himself as he desires. The demon Aghasura expanded himself up to eight miles and assumed the shape of a very fat serpent. Having attained this wonderful body, he stretched his mouth open just like a mountain cave. Desiring to swallow all the boys at once, including his enemies Krishna and Balarama, he sat on the path. 

The demon in the shape of a big fat serpent expanded his lips from land to sky; his lower lip was touching the ground and his upper lip was touching the clouds. His jaw appeared like a big mountain cave, without limitation, and his teeth appeared just like mountain summits. His tongue appeared to be a broad traffic way, and he was breathing just like a hurricane. The fire of his eyes was blazing. At first the boys thought that the demon was a statue, but after examining it they saw that it was a more like a big serpent lying down on the road and widening his mouth. The boys began to talk among themselves:

“This figure appears to be a great animal, and he is sitting in such a posture just to swallow us all. Just see–is it not a big snake that has widened his mouth to eat all of us?”

One of them said, “Yes, what you say is true. This animal’s upper lip appears to be just like the sunshine, and its lower lip is just like the reflection of red sunshine on the ground. Its mouth appears to be like a big mountain cave. The hot wind that is blowing like a hurricane is his breathing, and the fishy bad smell coming out from his mouth is the smell of his intestines.”

Then they further consulted among themselves: “If we all at one time entered into the mouth of this great serpent, how could it possibly swallow all of us? And even if it were to swallow all of us at once, it will not be able to swallow Krishna. Krishna will immediately kill him, as He did to many of these creatures before.” Talking in this way, all the boys looked at the beautiful lotus like face of Krishna, and they began to clap and smile. And so they marched forward and entered the mouth of the gigantic serpent.

         (above ~  krishna’s friends march forth in to the demon’s mouth.)

Meanwhile, Krishna, who is the Superme soul within everyone’s heart, could understand that the big statuesque figure was a demon. While He was planning how to stop the destruction of His intimate friends, all the boys along with their cows and calves entered the mouth of the serpent. But Krishna did not enter. The demon was awaiting his entrance, and he was thinking, “Everyone has entered except Krishna- the tyrrant who  killed my brothers and sisters.”

Finally, after acute silence , The great lord  also entered the mouth of the demon. When Krishna entered, all the demigods, who had gathered to see the fun and who were hiding within the clouds, began to express their feelings with the words, “Alas! Alas!” .

At the same time, all the friends of Aghasura, especially Kamsa, who were all accustomed to eating flesh and blood, began to express their jubilation, understanding that Krishna had also entered the mouth of the demon.

   (above ~  Lord krishna along with balarama walks in to the mouth of the                 snake,after much delibration & much to the dismay of the demigods.)

While the demon was trying to smash Krishna and His companions, Krishna heard the demigods crying, “Alas, Alas,” and He immediately began to expand Himself within the throat of the demon. Although he had a gigantic body, the demon choked by the expanding of Krishna. His big eyes moved violently, and he quickly suffocated. His life air could not come out from any source, and ultimately it burst out of a hole in the upper part of his skull. Thus his life air passed off. After the demon dropped dead, Krishna, with His transcendental glance alone, brought all the boys and calves back to consciousness and came with them out of the mouth of the demon.

While Krishna was within the mouth of Aghasura, the demon’s spirit soul came out like a dazzling light, illuminating all directions, and waited in the sky. As soon as Krishna with His calves and friends came out of the mouth of the demon, that glittering effulgent light immediately merged into the body of Krishna within the vision of all the demigods.


AND THUS THE GLORIOUS LORD KRISHNA TRIUMPHED THE EVIL SNAKE-DEMON !




{ HE WILL SEE YOU AGAIN ON JULY 5TH,2017 @9PM }

Do As I Say

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1075

Summary: It’s your week to be in charge of what you and Bucky do. You love him sooo much, but sometimes it’s fun to have him as your personal slave.

As requested by anonymous: Ooooo all those prompts look amazing ummmm ok so a challenge for you use the prompt numbers 34, 39, 53, 55, 76 & 83 for Bucky Barnes. If you can’t do all of them that’s cool but there you go lots of prompts for one man who is all man mmmmmm

Warning: mention of naked Bucky and implied smut

#34: “You work for me. You are my slave.”

#39: “It’s your turn to make dinner.”

#53: “Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

#76: “Please put your penis away”

#83: “Enough with the sass!”


You and Bucky…well…that was a power couple right there. Too powerful. There was this power struggle in the relationship. Both of you saw yourselves as the head of the couple. But that just wouldn’t do. There were often times where you got into arguments about who was in charge. You made a compromise. Each week would be a switch off on who decided to do what. Of course, you didn’t force each other to do anything. No, you weren’t heathens. You both came to an understanding of each other. Five days of the week you or Bucky were in charge. The weekend was your break. This week was your week of power and you were making it Bucky’s own personal Hell.

Monday

You evilly rubbed your hands together as you ran and cannonballed onto your shared bed with Bucky thus catapulting him into the air and onto the ground.

He groaned as he stood up, “You know, usually, women like to wake their boyfriends up with a kiss and breakfast in bed.”

“Well tough, ‘cause it’s my week. So that means you’re getting up early to make me breakfast and coffee.”

Bucky grumbled as he picked up his discarded shirt and slipped it on, “You’re lucky I love you so much.”

“Wait!” You called out before he left the room.

“Whaaaat?” Bucky whined.

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A dragon that hoards people - but instead of stealing people and bringing them to their den or something they come across a town, see all the people that conveniently stay in one area and essentially adopt the entire town???

They find a convenient cave system within a minute’s flight of the town where they can watch their hoard from a safe distance and begin settling in.

They lay down on the outskirts for days because their cousins told them it was a good idea with living hoards to let them acclimate to you first.

They memorize everyone’s names (though they were originally confused between names and titles.  They also found it peculiar that so many humans were named mama and papa until a child explained it to them once the townspeople started trusting them)

They love kids and babies a lot and are always eager to meet them.

They only ever hang out at the edges of town because they’re too big to go in the streets.

They’re entirely enamored when the town has its first festival after their arrival.  They love the atmosphere and how happy everyone seems.

The first time someone leaves, they’re upset, but understanding and don’t try to stop them.  Having a living hoard is different from an inert one after all, forcing a member to stay if they didn’t want to would hurt the well being of the entire hoard.

(It turns out they were only leaving to go somewhere called ‘college’, and they came back after a time with another two humans in tow.  The dragon almost cried they were so happy.)

It becomes a hobby for some of the younger townsfolk to bring books and homework to the dragon, reading aloud or showing them what they’d been learning in class (which turned to asking for help, once the dragon grasped the concepts).  The dragon, for their part, enjoys listening to their voices more than they do the stories themselves (though a few do pique their interest, and those are requested to be re-read every so often).

They get really excited about the first wedding they see and manage to become an ordained minister.  Dragon-officiated weddings become relatively popular.

They chase off the occasional angry bear or pack of wolves and usher everyone to their tunnel system during particularly bad storms.

They hunt in the surrounding woods, and will occasionally catch extra and bring it to the local butcher for the town to eat, especially during special occasions.  (They eventually taste cooked food, and it becomes a treat of sorts for them - though they don’t eat it often because they eat a lot of food and cooking takes work)

They fly to town as fast as they can one night when they hear screaming.  They see a group of visitors - not uncommon and not usually undesirable - but their people are cowering and one of the newcomers is holding a kid by the shirt and they smell of violence and ill-intent and thief thief thief.

The burglars don’t last long, to say the least.  Nor do any of the other attacks that are occasionally launched on the town.

The town grows into a flourishing city under the dragon’s careful watch (they are touched and elated when the first order of business was to widen the roads).

Title: Race you

Pairing: Destiel

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 4,291

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Dean breathed out a heavy sigh as the last of the yellow street lights fluttered over the Impala. It wasn’t like he lived in a very big city - Atwater population almost seventy two thousand-  but he still liked taking his baby out to stretch her legs on the winding back country highways that spread out for miles into the great big nothing that surrounded the city. He was struggling to fight against the pressure that wrapped around him from all sides, like being crammed in a too small box. Settling down was hard.

Don’t get him wrong. Dean had made the choice - without being asked - to find himself a full time job above the table and lease an apartment. His baby brother was getting married and having his own babies, and Dean wanted to be there for him. There was nothing more important than family. But he’d always been a bit of a vagrant and seeing the same streets and the same faces month after month started to feel suffocating.

It didn’t help that he literally felt like he would suffocate in the oppressive late summer heat with the broken window ac unit in his tiny attic apartment. It was almost midnight by the time he peeled himself off his mattress - feeling like he’d melted and become one with the sheets  - pulling on a white tank top and a ratty pair of jeans before heading out.

The night air rushing through the Impala’s windows would help cool his head off. He didn’t have anywhere to go, anything to do, he just needed to move. So he took off for the endless stretch of dark country roads that went nowhere in particular. There were a few small towns, or just intersections, where the road would widen to four lanes at a light - gas stations, bars, hunting shops on the side. Little blips on the map and the road would narrow again passing through forests and fields afterward.

It was a good night out for a drive. Brightly tattooed arms bared to the night air hung comfortably on to the wide wheel as he eased around a bend in the road. Lights ahead marked another stop, a gas station to one side, a strip club to the other, and the road flared to four lanes where the stop light hung.

There was another car sitting under the red light. Dean had seen probably less than ten other cars on the road since leaving the city limits behind. It was a wide blocky gold car, a Lincoln Continental, and as Dean pulled up next to it he could feel his teeth rattle from the way too loud rap music blaring out of the open windows. Glancing over, there was a guy with messy dark hair in a white button down shirt sitting in the car looking forward. He had on a tie, his sleeves rolled up to the elbow, one tan forearm hanging out the window.

The music changed to a new song, someone screaming “Turn down for what”. The hell was that phrase even supposed to mean. It made literally no sense. Dean scowled and cranked up his own music, Metallica’s “King Nothing” screeching out into the night to clash with this dude’s rap music.

The guy turned to look at him. His face was half covered in shadow from the slant of the street light, a cigarette Dean hadn’t seen hanging out the corner of his mouth with the smoke curling up around his face. Goddam he had one hell of a jaw line, dark with stubble, bright blue eyes squinting at Dean. If he didn’t have such shitty taste in cars and music, he might be the kind of guy Dean was in to.

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Sebaciel RP with @thxtknight

Ciel was running. He could barely feel the stinging from the cuts of his face and chest, even though the blood in his eyes told him that he was still bleeding. He didn’t feel the pain from running for so long in bare feet, and he was sure that if he stopped for even a moment, he would feel the pain and not be able to continue. His breath was ragged, as his asthma would simply not given him a break, even when fleeing for his life.

He felt like he could still hear them behind him, that horrible cult that tried to sacrifice him to the local demons, and when none came, their confusion allowed Ciel to wriggle free and run. He was at least a couple miles away from the cult’s unholy campground, and the dirt road continued.

He finally had to rest on the side of the bridge and try to collect his thoughts. He was so panicked that for a moment, he could hardly remember his name. 

“I am Ciel Phantomhive.” He whispered. “My family came here, to New Orleans in Louisiana, from London, England. My parents were murdered, my house is gone. I am free.” he said and the last line lifted his spirits. He looked at his feed and saw that they weren’t as cut up as he thought, but the humid air from the swamp he was in the middle of didn’t help his lungs.

He kept going, and soon, the dirt road widened, and he came to a crossroads. He stood in the middle and remembered that demons frequently visited crossroads, and decided to crawl under the hastily built fence to the little white house that sat on the far end of the field he was running through.

He got to the house, and felt like he saw a light through a heavy curtain, and knocked on the door, ignoring the signs that read ‘keep out’. After a few knocks, he felt like he could hear voices in the distance, and pounded the door, screaming. “Please help me! Help me there’s people trying to kill me!” he screamed and pounded with both fists on the door.

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First Christmas

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: The Reader wants to spend Christmas with Dean but with the Mark of Cain still present, there has been tension. The Reader thinks all hope is lost, until a green eyed hunter surprises her with a Christmas she’ll never forget.

Word Count: 2k-ish

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Author’s Note: Heyyyy guys!! This is my entry for @one-shots-supernatural‘s #K 20k celebration challenge!! My prompt was First Christmas Together with Dean (obviously lol). I hope you guys like it!!!! I had a lot of fun writing this one!!!



I bit my lip as I stared at Dean, who was in deep concentration on his laptop.

Christmas was tomorrow and there was nothing but tension around the Bunker. Moreso with him and me. It wasn’t entirely his fault. The Mark of Cain was taking a toll on him and I sure as hell wasn’t making matters any better by starting an argument over every stupid little thing. Although I did have excuses for the majority of them, as selfish as they might seem to a complete stranger.

The truth was, Dean had pushed me completely aside, telling me that it was better that I steered clear from him while he wore the Mark of Cain on his arm. It wasn’t safe for me, or so he said. It had hurt, in the beginning, but then hurt turned into full blown anger when he had turned into a demon and disappeared out of the face of the earth.

It took Sam and I, months to find him. Dean ended up being at some bar, hooking up with the bartender there, breaking my damn heart. But of course, Sam had been there for me and together, we cured Dean from being a demon.

We hadn’t really talked since then. Dean always managed to leave the room within the first five minutes after I entered, muttering something about cleaning his guns. He always had to clean his guns.

But today…

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