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Happy 73rd Birthday George Harrison! 

TO ALL OF YOU WHO ARE GOING THRU THE HARSHEST OF TIMES… Keep your head up, don’t doubt yourself, you WILL emerge victorious just as you always do, because you’re a warrior. You were born to fight and become stronger than many of those you are surrounded by. This is your fate, you are one of the chosen few to fight alongside of myself and all the others that have been fortunate enough to be the one who is relied on by others for your inner strength. warriors aren’t just born, they are forged in the flames of chaos and are strengthened by the torment of tribulation’s sorrow and pain. Appreciate your struggles, for they are opportunities to gain power and make you more resourceful. Here’s some water, wash the blood out of your eyes so you can see clearly again. Id like you to accept this katana I’ve specifically chosen for you as a gift to aid you in your battles. You deserve it because you have a kind soul and a good heart inside of you. I know you’re exhausted by the fight and the pain is making you lose resolve, BUT YOU CANNOT STOP. You have a whole new level of strength within you that you are unaware of, but I can see it. You are resilient enough to unlock it, trust me. I must go now for I have more battles to win and we have so many other brothers and sisters out there like yourself that I am destined to assist , but know that we will cross paths again… And when we do, you will finally understand why I have so much faith in you.

Don’t let me go



Au: Grim Reaper,demon


A/n: Let me tell you,I am inspired from Goblin. Watch this drama. Is the holy drama. This is the first part of a little Jungkook series. Also the different religions reading this.I tried to keep the religion matter as neutral as possible. If you believe that this is written with a bad thought in mind or to offend someone it is not. Thank you.


I am the person you are afraid from. I am the one with the skeleton body,black robe and а reaping hook. You mortals thought that I look like a skeleton simply because I deal with the dead. This is soo wrong. I am like the most handsome, funny man ever. You living people think everything that is dead is ugly and rotten. Hell( hell is mine creation actually. Its a piece of art) no. I am,however,prehaps rotten and dead. Inside. Inside the cage of my heart. The muscle which is supposed to pump adrenaline through my body. The muscle giving me life,love and so much more. But no. This place is empty and had been abounded centuries ago. The curse killed me a long time ago.

Things go way back in time.

I once had a wife. A very beautiful woman called Lydia. She was my whole life. I was a simple man. A sheppard. My biggest concern was if I will be able to go home on time to hug her before she closes her eyes to fall in beautiful peaceful sleep.

As always life decided to fuck everything up. God said it was time for war and suddenly my biggest concern became the smallest out of them all. Everything I had,I had to give up. It was my duty to fight for my country as a man. I fought many battles. Those in higher ranks saw potential in me and after eleven battles I became a commander. On the battlefield before what we hoped was the last battle. Ready to fight,not ready to die. I prayed like every other selfish human being that I’ll give up everyone and everything,just God let me live. Those words were the last words some people heard and the ones that left my lips before I shouted “For His majesty.” I killed many people in the battle and almost got killed more times than I can remember. But I survived. The last one to survive. The smell of Death was in the air. My breath was fading away. Youcould barely see it. My eyes started to tear up from the mixture of fear,the feeling of finally letting go and a scared scream from the consequences ahead in time. Suddenly a bright light blinded my swollen from crying eyes. And I met God. A nice man,looking trustworthy,someone who I never thought was actually real. He told me my wife,my parents, my sheeps,they were killed. That I made a choice. That I killed them when I was being selfish. My will for life,killed those who made me want to live. Lost in my fear and regret which were suddenly put upon me,I was ready to pull out the weapon and just kill myself. The man stopped my sword from moving through the flesh and stop my heart. God looked at me and told me “If you leave this Earth and become invisible as if you never existed,I will bring everyone you want back. Your family will live. Lydia will breath. I need a helper. Someone who will deal with the dead and will help them go in the afterlife. You will become the Grim Reaper. My right hand.” I was being offered a choice which wasn’t actually much of a choice. He was offering me to become a ghost. But for the sake of my love I was ready to do anything and everything. “Why are you Sir offering me this? Why me?” “You are a good man. But the sin of being selfish is a strong one. I see in your eyes love. This will be your curse. Love will be your pleasure and curse. The last man standing. The one who will walk this Earth way longer than anyone. Collecting grief and love. At the end of the day you will always be alone.” I became a sinner for wanting to live. I killed everything I believed in. But Immortality didn’t sound all that bad after all. Dealing with the dead also wasn’t a price high enough that I can’t pay for Lydia. The hesitation left me and my hand grabbed his. It was me or Lydia and my family. “Okay. Do this.” Just like that my existence was erased from the face of Earth,my name wasn’t remembered as the last commander alive,the war was doomed a fail and soon there were only the families of the dead and the memories of them to be remembered. Personally I assisted all of them in the after life making them forget the one they had been living in order for a new one to be born. But for the living organisms I was invisible,not existing. A myth surrounded by mystery. There were several cases in which people had been ablen to see me. You usually cab unless you had the vision or you were dead. And so for centuries I have met all kinds of death and people. Helping them go where their souls belong. My face haven’t aged a day since I gave my soul. A twenty years old is what you’ll see if you were able to.


“Jungkook” I heard in the distance waking me from my retrospective daydream. “Yes?” I turned my head nearly hitting my forehead in one of the lamps of the nice white office. “There is something I need to tell you.” It is a full miracle. My boss is usually quiet and doesn’t have the need to see me unless it was something urgent going on in the underworld. I have known him for so many centuries that is almost not imaginable. However today there wasn’t anything special going on in my part of the holy world. “Do you remember when I took you under my wing?” the sudden questoon caught me offguard. So being little surprised the answer rolled of my lips “Of course I do.” how can I forget anyway? My heart will never forget. My Lydia. Her smile,her heart of gold. And my selfish wish which killed us. “There is something I didn’t tell you back then. One day your savior will be born. A person who will reverse the curse you caused on yourself. She will heal your wounds and you will become mortal again. She will give you the chance to live. When you die as a mortal I will give you the choice to either become the Reaper and never be able to find hope again or this time go to Heaven.” Speechless probably would’ve explain it. But it can’t. Hope? Being able to live? I have been living wihout hope so many centuries. Evryday I have been holding on the simple fact that there is hope or happy ending for me. Now after 1000 years he decides to tell me that there is someone on this planet who can cure me. My emotions are too strong. The anger boiled. The fear entered the dusted chamber of my heart. Hope started to creep out of its dungeon somewhere deep inside of me. Why didn’t he told me this earlier? Why was I living without hope all this time? Where is she? How old is she? She can be dead by now.

“Why do you tell me this now?” my voice was deadly low. I was in a position to shout,however I didn’t want to lose all my cool at once. “Was I not good enough to be told this earlier? Was I unloyal? Have I ever done something to make you doubt me? I created Hell and Heaven and made them absolutely perfect. The department of Reapers is so big that I barely have to go out now. Don’t tell me I didn’t deserve to know the truth.” I admit I did lost my cool. I was shouting and destroying whatever was around me. Angry tears were falling down my sharp cheekbones. “No you were. You finished absolutely mesmerizing job at what you were doing. Jungkook-a, tell me honestly if I had told you centuries ago,you wouldn’t have searched for her. Tell me you would’ve done your job the same way.” although angry,I knew he was right. Nothing ffrom what I’ve created probably wouldn’t have been even an idea in my head. The Earth was going to be small. I would’ve searched under every rock,in every village,city,country and continent. One thing I couldn’t understand was “Why telling me now?” “Because she has been born. The person who is going to bring you back is born. And her name is y/n. The Grim Reaper’s Bride.


"Are you the Grim Reapers wife?” a ghost whispered in mine ear. She was a rather beautiful ghost. A girl not bigger than me. But this question… If I collected a dollar for everytime I had to answer it,by now I wouldn’t be going to school. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him.” “Oh…it’s true. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Bye.” “Wait. Talk to me.” but it disappeared. Good job Y/N. 

The Grim Reapers wife.



All of us knows how it’s going to end the moment we heard [History Maker] for the first time, friends :) The History Maker is about Yuuri and Victor making history.

We are very close to the ‘moment of truth’. Victor and Yuuri are going to make it happen, they’re going to make history. 

The funny thing is now that we know that [History Maker] is taken Yuuri and Victor’s perspective if you read the lyric again, you might find that the first part is from Yuuri’s point of view

[Can you hear my heartbeat? Tired of feeling never enough I close my eyes and tell myself that my dreams will come true]

And the second part is from Victor’s perspective

There’ll be no more darkness when you believe in yourself you are unstoppable Where your destiny lies, dancing on the blades, you set my heart on fire


Don’t stop us now, the moment of truth / We were born to make history / We’ll make it happen, we’ll turn it around 

[Yes, we were born to make history]

Finally, The Day has come. Ok, I’m soooo bad at editing, so this is the best I can do! This is my favorite day of the year. Literally guys, it’s like Christmas!
55 years ago, Jeffrey Dean Isbell aka Izzy Stradlin was born in LaFayette, Indiana. You moved to L.A. and became a great musician and a great songwriter, and I can’t tell how happy I am that you did that. You followed your dreams and made them true! Even if you ruined my life (years ago) here I am wishing you my best wishes. You inspire me, you make me smile, laugh, cry, and love.
So happy 55th birthday, you wonderful human being.
I love you more than everything. ❤


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We had a dream. That we would always be best friends. When we were born, for some, it was the end. Now it seems that may not be tomorrow. But despite the horror and the sorrow, I love our world. I want us all to live.
Now Rosa, you asked me to forgive. One day, if mum survives this bitter night. And we shall meet again and I will say “I loved you, Rosa. Don’t you see? But we are different. You dream of everlasting love. Not me. Because what really matters is to live, and if we do, there will be nothing to forgive.” But I’ll forgive you anyway.

Your owner 2.0


Group: BTS

Member:J-hope/Jung Hoseok a.k.a the creature that shines brighter than the Sun

AU: Hybrid/owner

An: Hobi is special to me. i’m sorry it took an eternity to write this.


“So let me sum things up- you are not my dog Hope, you are some sort of a spirit that has possessed the body of my dog.” The boy on my bed rolled his eyes, made a face palm, shook his head, the rusty red hair wiggled cutely on his head and his doggy ears that I’ve been playing with all those years, moved in the most disappointing manner ever.

”Not a sprit, I’m a hybrid. I was born human with the ability to turn into a dog.” A stupid question was forming my head, but before I was able to ask it, he managed to answer it. ”No, neither of my parents is a dog.” I was shocked that he answered before I asked so my mouth was opening and closing trying to make sense of the situation. “How…” He just flashed me his pearly-white million dollar smile that made me melt a little and stated “I’ve been living with you long enough to read you like an open book. So let’s try to sum it up one more time, shall we?” With sweet annoyance in my voice I started to talk again.

“Ok. So you are a hybrid and you’ve been living with me for the last four years. But even that doesn’t make sense because in human years you have to be around 30 years old, which you are not!”

”Correct. I am my age, which in human years is 24, because I am a hybrid. If a real dog is 4 four years old and in human years he is 30 in hybrid years is six years less.” Well, officially I was confused. The whole situation was unbelievable as it was, but now the whole year calculations got me flustered.

“Wait, it’s nine in the morning, my dog is not my dog, you are not a dog at all, you are a mythical creature, you are not a mythical creature. Understand me, I’m lost. Heck, I’ve been talking to you, hugging you, sleeping with you for four years. You have been watching me for four years. Changing my clothes, writing my homework…oh God! I can’t believe it.” I ruffled my own hair angry.

A dark laughter stopped my racing thoughts. Looking up, I saw the boy on my bed jumped on his feet , his whole body flexed and muscles ripped, his ears stuck to his head and his tail was shaking lazily on the small of his back. His whole presence gave off a dangerous vibe that only a minute ago was happy and somewhat confused.

Hobis’ face changed, a deadly smirk made its way on his face. His tongue gently made a swirl around his lips, giving them a nice puff.

You know this feeling when someone is watching you intensely and you look away by default? Me. The tension was too much, which made me look away from his face. I closed my eyes and prayed to the stars that he won’t say what I thought he will.

A deadly low, raspy whisper made its way to my ear, making my whole body shiver at his voice. “You have done other things too Y/N. I remember every time” his large hand locked itself around mine “this small hand lead to your sinful lips and the sound that escaped them.” There it was, he said it. “Stop. Let’s not talk about it.” Blush spread on my cheeks. ”I can’t Y/n, I really can’t. You know what it did to me? It drove me crazy.” He talked as if he was in real pain. Collecting everything that has left from my courage I  looked up to him.

 “You are scared. Good. I’m no good, Y/n. Everything I want right now is to mark your whole body with my signatures. And I will do it. Now. I will give you the chance to stop me. Say stop and I will never ever bring up the things I want to do to you.” “I will never stop you.” “Thank god.” 

Ice cold lips attached themselves on my hot neck. The contact made my whole body shiver, my legs started to give up, making him hold on me even stronger than before. My skin was soon covered in beautiful purple roses created by a creature with dog ears and a freaking tail. At a certain point his whole attention was on a sweet spot exactly on the crook of my neck. The pleasure was overwhelming. All the times I have tried to satisfy myself weren’t anything compered to this and he hasn’t even touched me. “S-stop. P-p-please…stop.” My voice was barely a whisper, a beg for help. 

Suddenly the attack on my neck abrobutely stopped. Soft fingers pulled my face up to see a gaze full of lust and want. A look full of promises that weren’t kept. Eyes so dark that you can get lost in them. His lips were glistening beautifully in the morning light. They curled into a wicked smile. 

“You don’t want me to. Y/N, I know you better than anyone. I know what’s on your mind. Your desires, your wants, I know them. I designed you. Do you really think that turning into an animal is the only power I have? I walk inside your dreams, I control you. Haven’t you noticed? Ever since you took me your dreams are different. With every year they got wetter, with every year you started waking in the middle of the night way more than before. The moon held each and every one your moans Y/N and then she gave them to me as a present. And I kept them in my heart waiting for you to turn legal and find out who I am. Every night when you held me close to you, because you had nightmares, I shifted so I can hold you in my arms and your dreams always turned from bad to good. I am a dream controlling hybrid. I mess with your brain,” our breaths almost mingled in one. He is too close. Soon, I am going to cross a boundary I shouldn’t. A boundary where there is no turning back.

” I create your desires. And your desire now Y/N, is me. So let me, please, let me kiss you.” Blank. That’s how I felt. There was nothing on my mind. Not my parents, who can come in any minute, not how wrong that was, not how crazy it was, it was only me and a god, depiction of beauty and probably a lot of trouble. 

“You don’t need permission.” I barely said before I was spinned and pushed on the mattress of my bed, plush lips covered mine in a kiss full of strange emotions and wrong decision with unavoidable consequences. There was no fight for dominance, I gave up mine before he asked for it. Hobis’ kisses weren’t gentle, but they were also not rough. He was kissing slowly and passionately one second and the next he was biting on my lips making me moan from the pain. Animalistic growl left his throat, which vibrated through my whole body. “Make this sound again and I swear to the gods…” In an unsuccessful attempt to catch my breath I detached my mouth from his. This clearly didn’t make him happy and before I could take a breath he was making beautiful roses on my skin again. “Am I a garden or somet…Ahhh.” He sucked hard on the sweet spot from before. “You are not a garden, you are my canvas.”

“Y/N honey, are you awake? Are you talking to someone? Who is in there?”

Well, shit.

Masterlist or even better read part 3

Headcanon: Little Lavi’s nose would twitch when he got excited or thought about something very intently, making him look like a bunny.

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“The fog, the long black cape, had a power, a threatening connotation that I wanted to make my own. Those things excite me. They always have. I was just born that way. ”

- Richard Ramirez, on Dark Shadows, a soap-opera series about a vampire.

(From “The Night Stalker” by Philip Carlo)

48,62,and56 jax as always 😍

“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…” “I’m late.”

Pre travel sickness

Being in the work position I was at the moment was my dream since I was a 15 years old kid, always wanted to help others and making sure our society develops in the best way as possible by giving chances to young children that “were born to have none”, I wanted to give them hope and tools to help build themselves the future they want with no limitations and I was beyond pleased and overjoyed with the opportunity of running my own company the only problem I had was that traveling makes me anxious and I had to catch a flight to New York first thing in the morning tomorrow so my lovely old man told me he would be here early to have a nice dinner and keep me distracted from the whole traveling anxiety but he failed me and not for 15 minutes not even an hour but three hours later he was still MIA.

I sighed throwing the phone away from me and putting some trash TV on, I was eating some chips and a cup of cheap wine while watching the Kardashians when I heard the familiar sound of Jax’s motorcycle, I didn’t even bother and kept watching the overdue reactions to something happening to one of the big booty girls, I head the door opening, and my husband’s carelessly loud footsteps.

“Sorry, I’m late darlin’” he said but I didn’t move from my spot reaching for another couple chips. “You are not going to talk to me?” he said taking his shoes off and seating next to me, before taking his shirt off and getting a hold of my waste. “I’m sorry babe, something came up”

“As usual” I responded dryly and he put his head in between my waste and my arm that was holding the plate of potato chips tightly. “You’re distracting me”

“From watching the Kardashians?” he said “You fucking hate them darlin’” he said and I sighed nodding before changing the channel “I love you babe” he said kissing my arm softly.

“Yeah yeah whatever” I said standing up to go put the dishes away and maybe get myself another drink I sure as hell needed it I approached the kitchen and saw a box of Chinese food.

“We made a deal with the Chinese so I brought dinner” he said and I looked at him with a tight smile.

“How considerate” I said opening the box and letting the dumpling’s smell fill my nostrils, I was still mad seating next to him on the bed but the warm food and the smell and warmth of my old man made me feel a little calmer. I put the food away and got up to brush my teeth, went back to bed and groaned at Jax for being on a position where I couldn’t lay on top of his chest, he started caressing my head and I hummed.

“If you can’t sleep we could have sex” he said kissing my forehead and I playfully punched him.

“You bring me food from the restaurant of people you are killing half of the time and now this? “I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…” I said and he nodded before looking at me serious in the eye, two seconds later he farted.

TITLE: Quiet Confessions

‘Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.’

[gif is not mine] this is from my ao3!! requests are open. let me know what you think

“What are you doing?” Loki asked her noticing she was on the steps outside of his house in the pouring rain.

She turned and smiled at him, “Waiting for you.”


She shrugged and turned back around, “It’s a pretty day, don’t you think?” She held out her hand, feeling the water wet her hand.

He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up, “It is. But not when you’re about to get sick. Honestly.” He shook his head at her, feeling she was getting colder by the second he rushed her to his house. “What are you thinking? You could get hypothermia.” He grabbed a towel and gave it to her.

He heard her laugh, while fixing her up some tea. “I swear to god you’re insane. One day you’re going to kill yourself while doing something silly.” He plopped the tea bag in her mug and waited for the water to boil. He turned around and saw her watching him. “What?” He touched his face, thinking there was something there. “Do I have something on my face?”

She shook her head, a small cough coming from her mouth. She gave him back his towel and told her to keep a hold of it. “Thank you.” She said as she brought the mug to her lips. He nodded in acknowledgement.

“Now, care to tell me why you’re here?”

She coughed again, harshly and longer this time. He cringed as he saw her struggling to breath, “See you’re already getting sick.” He tried to lighten the mood.

“I was just around the neighbourhood and I wanted to see you.”

“So…you didn’t knock? You just sat there?”

“I knew you’d come out sooner or later.” She smiled.

Loki looked at her peculiarly, she seemed off…somehow. Well, it was her and she did a lot of random things, that’s what he loved about her. Loki sighed her name, “We haven’t spoke in half a year. What are you really doing here?”

Her smile dropped and looked at him, no emotion on her face whatsoever. “Do you still have the envelope I gave you, Loki?”

‘Envelope? Huh?….Oh right, yeah.’ He nodded and moved towards his room, getting it. She stopped him with her hand, “I don’t want you to get it Loki. I was just wondering if you still had it.”

“Of course, I’d still have it, you told me to keep it, to only open it when something big and devastating happened. I still think you’re barmy.” He rolled his eyes as he returned back to his spot. “Why do you ask?”

“Hmm?” She looked at him, she was thinking about the future before. It hurt her head when she thought for a long time. It also hurt her when she was doing things that acquired large energy, such as walking, but she wouldn’t tell him that. “Sorry, I was daydreaming.”

“You do that a lot, you know? One of the weirdest things about you.” She smiled at him while he scowled at her.

She loved him, he hoped he knew. Sure he wasn’t the nicest person on the planet, but what would you get from a God?

“Do you remember what we talked about before?”

“When before?”

“You know, that day at the Rainbow Bridge? When you took me to Asgard and we talked about the future, while laying down and looked at the stars?”

He remembered that day clearly, etched into his mind. He sighed happily as he recalled that day.

Loki took her to Asgard, to meet the rest of his family, well they wanted to meet her. Wanting to see the girl that captured his heart…even though she didn’t know anything about that. That would be kept as a secret for a long time. Loki remembered as they finished their feast and they walked aimlessly down the Rainbow Bridge, stopping around halfway to sit down.

She looked like she belonged there, her personality suited it. He remembered there was a breeze which made her dress sway a bit, and her hair flowing in the night sky. If he had a chance to paint any picture, that would be it. That was one of the most defined moment of his life, he thought. Here was a girl who has stuck by him, through thick and thin and he couldn’t even tell her that he loved her. Three little words.

Loki remembered sitting down and talking about the future and the what ifs. He remembered her telling him that she wants a huge family one day, living somewhere, maybe Asgard or a small Scottish cottage. Somewhere peaceful and quiet. He wanted to be that guy when she told him.

“Judging by your smile, I’m saying you remember?” She interrupted his memories as she gave him a faint sheepish smile.

“Bits and pieces.” He bit out. He saw her smile drop a bit and he felt like A-grade ass. “Can’t help it, I’m getting old.” She laughed out loud for this one, and he couldn’t help but smile as well.

“I remember telling you about my future, I really hope that one day that happens, you know? With the right guy, hopefully soon.” She whispered her confession. She put her mug in the sink and looked at the clock. “I have to go back to the hos- home. I’ll see you later Loki.” She coughed again and gave him a smile.

“I’ll see you later as well, treat your cold.” She waved at him and coughed again. He frowned, she seemed to be having a coughing fit. Thinking nothing of it, he closed the door and sighed.

Loki felt like ripping the nine realms apart. There was something burning inside his chest, he wished he could rip it out and just toss it. He belted out a scream while thrashing his room. There was a light knock on the door. “Brother?”

Loki didn’t bother responding as he flipped his table upside down. “This is not fair! Why? Why brother?  WHY?” He yelled at Thor as he ducked a vase.

“Loki, calm down.”

“Calm down? You want me to calm down? Do you know how preposterous you sound right now?” Thor furrowed his brows as he took steps towards his brother.

“I apologise, but I am very sorry about your loss. Did you know anything?”

Loki shook his head as he dropped down to his knees, “She visited me once, she looked fragile and weak, she also had a coughing fit. I did not think anything of it, I thought it was just the flu. Gods, I’m so foolish!”

Thor felt the room crack under Loki’s magic. “Hush, Loki. She would have not wanted this.”

He placed a comforting hand on Loki’s shoulder, “I am foolish brother, I did not even tell her my true feelings.”

Thor knelt down in front of his weeping brother, “I am sure, she knew Loki. And I am sure that she returned those feelings for you. I recall that she gave you something before?”

Loki’s eyes widened, filled with tears he ransacked his room until he found the letter from her. “Leave Thor, please.” Thor did not need to be told twice. He walked to the door a single glance back at his brother, he shook his head and closed the door.

Loki sat down on the bed, sighing he flipped the enveloped. There it was his name in her tilted handwriting, the letter felt thick and heavy. He carefully opened the enveloped and brought out the letter.  There were several things in there, there was at least five photographs.

He looked at them each, one was him, her and the Avengers, he recalled the man in the iron suit had wanted a group photo, and he insisted annoyingly that Loki be a part of it. Another was him trying to figure out how to cook, the third her and him in the park with Darcy, Jane and Thor. The fourth was just him and her, him being in a Midgardian suit attire. And the last…the last took his breath away. It was a photo of him and her on that night sitting on the Rainbow Bridge. ‘How?’ He thought.

He put the letter and the other photographs by his side and looked at the picture. It seemed magical and staged, but it was not. He could see himself staring at her lovingly from a far and her staring right back at him. ‘Who took this photo?’ It was perfect.

He closed his eyes and put the photo close to his chest. “Oh…oh, my love.” He gently put it beside him and grabbed the letter and began reading it.


Hello you. You’re probably wondering why I gave you a letter right? Or not, since you’re used to well me being me.

I’m writing this letter because, well today I just found out I had cancer. I don’t know if you know anything about it, but incase if you don’t. Well, it’s a Midgardian disease, there’s no known cure for it, I’m pretty sure. I don’t know if they have it in Asgard…

Now, you’re thinking that why wouldn’t I tell you? Well, it’s simple, really. I wanted to be with you. I wanted you to be happy and not have this thing over your head. I wanted you to be YOU while being with me. But then, the treatments and such got into the way of that. I know we haven’t spoken in around 5 months and now I’m just giving you a letter out of the blue, but I needed this. I needed to write you this.

These will be my last words Loki. My last words for you.

You don’t know how much you mean to me. You are my everything, my stars, my moon, my life. Do you remember that day when we sat on the Rainbow Bridge? That was the day I wanted to tell you everything. Everything that I felt for you, wanted from you.

When I told you I wanted to live somewhere quiet and have a big family, I wanted that. With YOU. There was no one else that can make me feel the way you did. When I was around you I felt like I was on fire, I was being re-born. You made me feel like me. You made me feel complete.

I wish I could have that future with you, I goddamn wished I didn’t have this! I wish that we could have Midgardian, half Jotunn babies. Wow, that would have been a sight? Can you imagine dropping them off to preschool? Or when I gave birth to them?

I have never regretted anything.

The only thing I regretted was not telling you in person that I love you.

I goddamn love you so much. More than I thought could be possible.

Those are my last words for you my Loki. Please be happy. Anyway, I won’t be really gone, I’ll be watching over you…gods that sounded weird.

I love you.

Loki carefully folded the letter back, tears in his eyes he grabbed the items and marched towards the Bifrost.

Once he reached it, he hastily wiped his eyes. “Heimdall, I am sure you know why I am here.”

Heimdall nodded, “I am very sorry for your loss. I just wanted to let you know she loved you greatly, and that it was you she was thinking about when she passed.”

Loki felt his heart clench and nodded solemnly to Heimdall who let him go onto the Bifrost. “I’m trusting you know where I want to go?”

He felt the rush of the Bifrost as he was taken to his destination. Loki landed on the ground with a thud and looked up at the landscape before him.

It was a little cottage, on a cliff, over looking the Scottish sea. This was the place that he secretly bought for her. He walked to the door and opened it. He breathed in and smelt the wood. He walked around the small cottage, going outside via the garden.

He looked up at the night stars. “The only thing I regretted was not telling you that I love you. And now it is too late.

“You see this cottage, I bought for you, when you told me you wanted somewhere quiet and peaceful, I bought this for you. You don’t know how much hassle I had to go through buying this for you.” He laughed and the stars twinkled. “I miss you.” He whispered. He felt a gust of wind hitting him.

“I miss you too.” Was what he could faintly hear from the wind. He looked up hopeful and watched the night stars twinkling. He smiled and walked back inside.

This is where he would live, this is where he would stay, until the day she comes back to him, taking him to a better life.

Steve Rogers Imagine: Need You
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Before you and Steve were ever in a relationship, he would treat you with the highest amount of respect, more than the others, he would do things for you that he wouldn’t do for the others, he would give you cute nicknames and just in general treat you like a queen. He was honestly the nicest man you had ever met. Everyone would tease him calling him whipped and completely in love but Steve didn’t care, he just simply told them he knew how to treat a lady. Which was true.

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A Little Too Late Part 8

Title: A Little Too Late Part 8

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Characters: Balthazar, Gabriel, Castiel, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 1,484

Warnings: slight injury?, angst, and fluff (I think)

A/N: Well here’s something to cheer you up if you have the election day blues <3 I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated <3

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You busied yourself as you cleaned your rings.  You didn’t want to believe what you were hearing.  You didn’t want to think that this was possible.  How could it be possible?  You focused on your rings.  You knew they were watching you.  They wanted to see your reaction, but you didn’t want to show them.  You faced away from them.

Your door opened, Sam and Dean entering.  You turned around, your eyes widening at the sight of the box in their hands.  “What the fuck,” you breathed.  You rushed up to Sam, snatching the box from his hands.  “Did you guys go back to my house,” you asked, your voice raising.

“[Y/N], we didn’t have much of a choice,” Sam tried to reason.  “We had to find out if there was anything they knew.”

“Oh they know,” Balthazar cut in.  “[Y/N] didn’t.”

“What’s in the box,” Dean sang, amusement in his tone.

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Annon asked: Hey! Are you taking requests? Can I have a Shawn imagine when me and him are just friends and my dad is the tour bus driver so I end up staying with the crew + Shawn for a few months… We’re left alone and we end up making out because he knows I haven’t had my first kiss. Thank youuuuuuuuuuuu babe

My dad, has a pretty amazing job. My names Y/N, I’m 17 years old and my dad is the tour bus driver for the one, the only…. *dramatic drum roll*… SHAWN MENDES! I mean his job honestly, is the best job ever. I’ve been staying on the tour bus with my dad, Shawn and the crew for 3 months already. I don’t mind it, especially being around Shawn, we’ve bonded so much and he makes every day am adventure for me. I was listening to music, while drawing when I got pulled outta my thoughts by the door of the bus opening. I looked up to see Shawn, “finally” I said throwing my pencil and notebook to the side. “Sorry, I had an amazing show” he smiled plopping himself down on my legs. “Your all sweaty Shawn” I tried moving away, but his weight kept me pressured down. “Come onnnn play with my hair” he nagged while searching through Twitter, I rolled my eyes and began playing with his hair “only because I’m in a good mood” I chuckled, “yes” he said extending the s’s.

My dad started the car once everyone was packed in, “you wanna go somewhere private?” Shawn said grabbing his guitar, “sure I smiled”. We made our way to the back of the tour bus where there was a door that we could lock. The both of us sat Indian style on the ground, “so I learned a new song” I smiled over reaching for his guitar, “really? Let me hear it” he smiled. I adjusted the guitar strings before finally getting the right cords.
“There was a time
I used to look into my father’s eyes.
In a happy home
I was a king, I had a golden throne.
Those days are gone,
Now the memory’s on the wall.
I hear the songs
From the places where I was born.”

I strummed slowly, and really connected with the song. I took glances at Shawn as he watched me in awe. As I went on his head started to bob, and he started make a little beat on his leg. I made my way to the end of the song slowly strumming, “Don’t you worry, don’t you worry, child.See heaven’s got a plan for you.Don’t you worry, don’t you worry now.“Yeah!” I finished, and placed the guitar on the side of me. “That was amazing” Shawn chuckled a bit smiling. “Thanks, but I’m not as good as you” I played with my hair. “Your amazing stop, who sings this?” He questioned, “Swedish House Mafia” I smiled. “So what’s our next stop” I layed on the floor, “New York” he let a breath out, “your excited aren’t you?” I said looking over to him. “Ecstatic. There’s nothing like meeting the people that made this all possible and being able to preform for them” he said staring up at the ceiling.

There was a light knock at the door before it opened a bit, “Y/N?” My dad called out, “yeah dad over here” I said sitting up. He opened the door wider before walking in. “Me and the crew are gonna go eat, well be gone for 20 minutes, I’m leaving you in charge of this bus which means I’m leaving Shawn in charge of it” he smiled at Shawn “okay dad” I smiled back “behave, I’ll get you food” he said leaving the room. A couple minutes later and the tour bus door closed. “So what do you wanna do to pass the time?” I asked Shawn. He thought about it for a moment, “truth or dare?” He smiled, “I’m down” I chuckled back. “Truth or Dare” I asked, “dare” “I dare you, to tweet a double chin picture” I laughed, “oh come on” he protested, “should have never picked dare” I laughed. He took a quick picture before posting it, “truth or dare” he asked with a slight bit of hope that I would respond with dare. “Truth” I smirked, “Is it true you finally had your first kiss?” He asked with a slight bit of interest. My face grew red, “that is false” I tried to smile, “what??” His eyes grew big “it still hasn’t happened?” Shawn knew I hadn’t had my first kiss, he asked me one day and I just told him. Since then, he’s been trying to get me to experience my first kiss. “Of course it’s not gonna happen when majority of the time, I spend it on the bus” I awkwardly chuckled.

“I’m gonna describe what would be a perfect first kiss scenario would be like” he said looking me in my eyes, “go for it kid” I chuckled. “A perfect first kiss would be random, I’d be off guard but be filled with passion. She’d sit there unaware of what the man is thinking” he said looking Into my eyes, “he’d be thinking of how to approach this situation, she’d take small breaths feeling awkward with the silence” his gaze went to my chest, “shed avoid eye contact, while he’d stare deeply at her admiring her beauty. She’d look down, letting a strand of her come across her face” i ironically looked down to avoid staring at him much longer. I pulled myself back to look at him as a strand of hair stood loose in front of my face. “He’d catch sight of the loose hair, and push it away bringing her slowly closer to his face in the process” he pushed my hair away, lightly bringing me close to him. I could feel his breaths hit my skin, “he’d tease her” his lips lightly brushed against mine, I closed my eyes preparing for whatever was going to take place. “Before he actually would do it” he used a finger to lower my chin more. His lips pressed against mine, stunned I didn’t react but I followed his pace. Our lips moved in sync, I bit his lip extending it outward. He leaned forward making me lean back. Our lips quickening, I was fully laid down on the floor with both his hands at my sides. He let his tongue roam my teeth before asking for entrance which I fully gave him access too. I flipped us over so he was on the floor and I was straddling him. He tugged my shirt, and for a moment I broke the kiss to take it off. A soon as it was off, our lips met again. This time, I tugged for him to take off his shirt. He quickly did, as we kissed my hands roamed his body, I was close to asking for his pants to be discarded when the door to the bus opened. “Shit” I said quickly hopping up and getting my shirt. Shawn got his shirt on and casually went to scrolling through Twitter, as did I. “Hunny?” My dad said opening the door, looking over at me. “Yeah?” I said putting the phone down, “here ya go sweetie” he smiled handing me a bag of food. “Thanks dad” I kissed his cheek. He handed Shawn a bag of food to before leaving. I let out a huff, “truth or dare?” Shawn asked again, “truth” I furrowed my Brows, “is it true you had your first kiss?” He smirked, “yes I did and it was with someone amazing” I smiled to myself as I bit into my burger.

Leather & Smoke [Part 1]

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Mild a/b/o culture stemming from reader

Words: 3.6k

You really weren’t looking forward to today. It wasn’t that you were dreading the actual act of joining the Avengers – nothing so dramatic – but you were still running the issue of talking with Doctor Banner and explaining your heritage. Since he was to be your primary doctor – despite that not being his area of expertise, you and your people very rarely got sick, and he was the closest trust worthy person on hand. You were all about trust.

Stepping into the elevator, you took a deep breath, willing yourself to relax. You just needed to explain the situation and how things would work and what he should expect – and vice versa. Easy stuff that you’d done a hundred times before. Stepping off at the lab and checking the slip of paper you’d been given, you scanned the room briefly. Sniffing the air, you crinkled your nose as the smell of antiseptic filled your nostrils. It was so unnatural; it grated on your sensitive nose like nails on a chalk board.

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