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why tall friends are great

  • they are towering fortresses good for taking shelter from sun, rain, and vicious birds
  • excellent hiding spot
  • they provide a path in crowds so we small ones can get through
  • can use as large pillows 10/10 would recommend

drawbacks

  • what do their faces look like
  • they’re always looking around like ‘SHIT where did my small friend go did i lose them’ worry not tall friend i am down here

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  • hugs are very boob
Jerome Valeska x Reader: Daddy’s Little Doctor

Originally posted by evaalterrr

omg i got so excited at it i can’t even….. ugh. not only because i got an another request but also because this is an amazing idea and i’m in love with this, i think i need to change some things that were a little unclear to me but i hope you will like it anyway

sorry if it’s too short to your liking, & please let me know what you think
REQUESTS ARE  O P E N

PART TWO


[Y/N] was a pretty 15 year old girl, who liked spending her free time in her dad’s work. Jim Gordon’s work. She’d go there everyday after school.


She wanted to work at the GCPD in the future, not as a cop, but as a doctor, just like Doctor Leslie Thompkins. [Y/N] was a very smart girl, so everybody believed she would accomplish her goal.

[Y/N] enjoyed being with Doctor Lee, and as you may wonder, Doctor Lee enjoyed being with [Y/N]. She reminded her of herself when she was younger, so she was happy to answer any questions this sweet girl had.

“Harvey! Do you know where Doctor Thompkins is?" 

[Y/N]’s been looking for her, she wanted to watch her work, as always. At first she wasn’t sure if that’s okay with her but she said she enjoys her company, much to [Y/N]’s joy.

"I don’t know, kiddo, check the morgue.” Answered busy Harvey Dent petting her on the head and walking away.

[Y/N] was walking to the morgue as she heard two cops talking about Jerome Valeska. They didn’t have a chance to meet but she saw him, that day when they found his dead mother. Dead because of him.  

His cult was trying to bring him back from the dead…

“Can you believe he’s lying in the morgue right now with no face on?!”

“Shut up, this is disgusting.”

[Y/N] could agree on that. It seriously gave her chills.

But still, it didn’t change the fact she wanted to see how he looked now. She would never admit it to anyone, but she thought he was kinda cute. When he had a face and was still breathing, though.

[Y/N] entered the room humming a song she always does.  

“Doctor Le–” she stopped dead in her tracks.

Before her, Lee Thompkins sitting on a table, tied up, looking over her should to see who just came in, worry filled her eyes as she noticed it’s [Y/N]. And there it was Jerome Valeska, standing across from Doctor Lee, his face all bloody and bandaged smiling widely at [Y/N]. He was wearing something very skin-tight…

“Hi there. Care to join us, Sweetheart?” Jerome walked towards her.

Now as he took a better look at her, he noticed she looked younger than him.

“Don’t cha a little too young to work here?”

[Y/N] only shrugged and gulped as he started to tie her up and told her to sit beside Lee.

They looked at each other, Lee’s gaze looked like it was asking her “Why did you have to come here exactly right now?!”

Jerome not interested in Lee anymore, moved to kneel before the pretty girl and looked into her eyes.

“Do you know where is my face, Precious?”

She stared at him. “Yeah… I heard Dwight took it and that he wears it like a mask..” She made a disgusted face.

Jerome exhaled deeply. “At least he’s a handsome fella now.”

[Y/N] cracked a small smile trying not to giggle. She didn’t want Doctor Lee to think she’s stupid.

Jerome glanced back at Lee and then back to [Y/N] and cupped her cheek. 

“Now tell me, what exactly are you doing here?  You can’t possibly be working here, you look young. How old are you anyway, Sweet Cheeks?”

“Umm..” She was unsure if she should tell him but he had something in his eyes that screamed “tell me all about you!”

“I don’t work here, I’m 15 years old. My dad is working here.”

“Don’t tell him that [Y/N]!”

“[Y/N]? Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He smirked and reached for something to gag Doctor Lee. “Who’s your dad? I’m dying to know.”

“James Gordon.”

He started laughing like crazy. “James Gordon! I can’t believe it! And Doctor here is still talking to you after what your father has done to her poor husband?” He burst in another laugh.

[Y/N] wanted to defend her dad but she knew there was no point.

“Ohhh you’re coming with me, Gorgeous! You’re too fun to be left here!” He started to untie her.

And she left with him. Just like that.

Doctor Lee waited for someone to rescue her, they needed to find [Y/N]. They needed to find Jerome.

But she could’t stop thinking about that one thing  that was still disturbing her.

The adoration in young girl’s eyes when she looked at the Ginger.

Skype Meeting
  • Germany: ... why are we doing this again??
  • America: because we're too lazy to move out of our houses for a meeting, so we came up with this solution!
  • England: this is a bad idea- FROG WHY ARE YOU SHIRTLESS???
  • France: um, because I didn't feel like dressing up for a Skype meeting, duh!
  • China: you guys better have a good reason skyping me this early in the morning...
  • Japan: ... I... agree...
  • Italy: veh, sorry I'm late~ but my internet's been acting up weirdly
  • Russia: same with mine-
  • America: ... what?
  • England: WHAT? WHAT DID YOU LOT SAY?? I CAN HARDLY HEAR YOU!
  • Germany: Mein Gott, stop shouting England!
  • England: WHAT?? I THINK THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY BLOODY SOUND!!
  • China: I don't have time for this shit- What the?? My screen is off?? What, how do I get my face to show again??
  • Japan: not this again... and Russia-san's frozen... and everyone's going at 3 frames per second... what.
  • America: Da fuck is going on?? Italy, what's wrong with your screen?? It's so pixelated!
  • Italy: ve~? Oh, maybe it's because I'm downloading something for 5 gigabytes~~
  • Germany:
  • England: ... WHAT'S GERMANY SAYING???
  • France: I think there's something wrong with his mic-
  • America: France oh my God, you froze with the most ugliest face!!
  • England: BWAHAHAHA!!
  • France: SHUT UP HOW DO I FIX THIS????
  • Italy: ve~~~
  • Germany: *actually shouting but no one can hear*
  • China: where's my face??
  • Japan: ... I don't have the mental strength to deal with this right now...
  • Russia: *still frozen in time*
  • America: ... I can't believe we manage to fuck up a virtual meeting...
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JIBCon 2017 Sunday - Jensen/Misha PO story

I can’t describe how much these photos mean to me.. everything started with me wanting two Jen/Mish photos because I couldn’t get one last year and so I was in need of a hug but I also wanted to have “something intimate” - a pose where the emotional support was visible but not stepping over any boundaries. So I came up with the idea of this pose where I stand with the back to the camera and have my arms around Misha and Jensen. That transformed to the pose you see above, where Jensen should protect Misha and me and we just hide in his chest. After 12x22 you all know this pose as the “family hug” and a friend of mine actually did exactly that with J2, but I had the idea way before 12x22 aired and after what happened in 12x23 I knew I had to give Misha as much love as he could get that weekend! 

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Involved: Part 4

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader 

A/N: okay so there is smut in this but it isn’t very detailed because like? this is a big part and i needed it to be about more than the horizontal hanky panky anyway im pretty sure im only gonna do one more part after this so here we go PSA this is not good, it’s 3:30 am and im locking that in as my final excuse

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 5

Originally posted by tomshollandss

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Heaven

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: Jensen forgets an important day for the Reader and he tries to come up with a good way of apologizing.

Word Count: 2k-ish

Warnings: Fluff 

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @buckysmetallicstump‘s Disney Quote Challenge. My quote is bolded! I hope you guys like this! I’m still trying to get back into the groove of writing. I’m sorry if this isn’t up to par. *hides face* feedback is always welcomed!!



Eleven missed calls.

I knew I had screwed up when her phone went straight to voicemail after the third ring. She was avoiding my calls, that much I knew. I tried racking my brain, coming up blank with reasons for the cold shoulder she was giving me.

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Camp Mockingjay - Ch 7

Originally posted by wellroundedandpracticallyperfect

We asked, you voted… And you decided that Katniss can’t just let her best friend run off, potentially destroying their long friendship! But what’s going to happen to patient (and wet!) Peeta now? Let’s find out, shall we? Here it is, the next installment of our story, brought to you by @appleblossomgirl0305! You have 48 hours to vote on the direction of the next chapter of the story (until noon EDT on Wednesday, August 2nd). Remember: vote in the comments, not in the tags! And don’t forget to spread the word by reblogging. The more fans playing this game, the more fun it will be!


I know I need to go after Gale, to set things right between us before they get  impossibly awkward. But as I look back over at Peeta, running a hand through his wet curls and watching me from the corner of his eye while he cheers up a disappointed camper, my heart clenches almost painfully and I realize what I want.

Taking the few steps to Peeta, I say quietly, “I gotta go. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Yeah, definitely,” he responds with a tight smile. I nod, turning to go after Gale, when I hear Peeta call in a stronger voice, “Can I come by and walk you to the party?”

I nod, then turn before the giddy excitement I feel erupts on my face. 

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Fuzzy

Request: Can I request an imagine where Jerome comes back from the dead and can’t remember reader who still loves him but then later something makes him remember and he apologizes and it’s all fluff, cuddles, kisses etc?❤️😂

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That night still so clear in my mind. That night Galavan betrayed both Jerome and I. I was back stage just watching my lovely maniac preform and scare the rich bastards of Gotham when it happened. When the knife was plunged into Jerome’s neck by Theo.

Then and there it felt like my life ended. I had nothing. I was numb to everything. His cold eyes were the last thing I saw before I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t care.

I found a small abandon apartment in a part of town that was left to rot. I stayed there for I don’t know how long. Months and months without care. I didn’t leave unless it was to get food, and even then that was a night. It was one night when it all changed though. I saw him. Theo Galavan being shoved into a truck by Penguin, and non other than the famous Jim Gordon.

I felt the rush go through my body. I ran to them as fast as my legs would carry me. They stare at me with wide eyes. “(Y/N).” Jim speaks surprised. “Yeah yeah I’m not dead. We’re all surprised. But he should be!” I scream and point at Galavan just imagining the many ways I could make him pay.

Gordon and Penguin look at me and motion for me to get in the car with them. We drive to the docks and take turns of playing Hit the Rick Dick named Galavan. Jim pulls out him gun but is hesitant to shoot the asshole. “Give me that! This isn’t child’s play!” I grab the gun from Jim and aim it at Galavan. “I can do it!” Jim fusses back. “Oh please. You do it and you can kill me as well, but if you can’t and I do it. You owe me something.” “What do you want?” Penguin asks. “A job with the GCPD.” I say causing Jim to scoff. “Please. They’ll never let you in.” “My records clean. Nothing ever been caught for. Never been arrested. No proof anywhere.” Jim looks at the gun and grabs it. “Deal.”

Jim raises the gun and aims it at Galavan. Seconds go by without him pulling the trigger. “Oh come on!” I huff and steal the gun again and shoot Theo Galavan in the head. I smile as the blood flows from his body. I twirl the gun on my hand and smile at Jim. “So when do I start?”

Months of working at the GCPD was actually good. I got myself a proper place to live, and now I’ve got money for spending on things I want. I’m getting my life back, but it’s still not the life I want. I want a life with Jerome.

I had gotten hope when I heard about someone trying to bring him back, but sadly his dead body lies in a room in the GCPD with his face cut off. I’ve sat in here just staring at him. Longing to see his eyes and hear his laugh.

Lee walks in and huffs slamming a latex glove on the table. “Hard day?” I say covering Jerome’s face. “You have no idea.” “I think I do.” I sigh and go over to my bag getting out a gift card for a free coffee. “I’ll be back with a pick me up.” I say and walk down the street to get a coffee.

Once I get the coffee’s I quickly go back to work to help Lee with the body of my dead boyfriend. I walk into the room only to see Jerome’s body gone, and a dead cop on the floor.

A hand wraps around my mouth causing me to drop the drinks in my hand. “Boo.” A dark voice says in my ear. A voice I know. A voice I love to hear. I turn around and see him. Jerome. A wrapped up faceless Jerome, but he’s still mine. “Jerome.” I say still stricken with shock. “You- how- I-” I stumble back and hit the table. I fall to the floor and everything goes black.

Lee’s POV:

I walk in to see a sight I never thought I’d see. (Y/n) on the floor, and Jerome picking her up and setting her on the table where his dead body once was. I close the door catching his attention. He points the gun at me and laughs. “Someone better tell me what the hell is going on.” He says laughing.

I don’t complain, I don’t struggle. I tell him the entire story of his death. “Ha, ha, ha Wow. Well, that is quite a story. You know, I know I’ve been dead, but doesn’t that seem kind of crazy to you? Hey, maybe you’re dreaming. Try shooting yourself. Huh. Oh Nah. Hey, tell me more about this cult. They think I’m pretty great, huh?”

I roll my eyes and check (y/n)’s Heath. “They’re a bunch of raving lunatics and idiots.” I state the obvious. “Lunatics and idiots? Ooh, my kind of people. Sorry. Head’s still a little fuzzy. You know, I was just reborn. Last year was nothing but darkness as far as the eye can see.”

Jerome looks me up and down. “Hey, did you and I ever, uh.” He sticks out his tongue and places the gun to where his private area is. “Oh, God, no.” I scoff.

“Why? Gingers not your type?” “No, but they are hers. She’s the one you did it with.” I say pointing to (y/n). Jerome strolls over to her and looks at her then laughs. “Oh, I remember. Well not her. Never seen her before, hm but I’d like to.” He starts to lift up (y'n)’s shirt, and I slap his hand away.

He turns to me and points the gun at me. “You’re Jim Gordon’s little Twinkie. How’s it going between you and Jimbo? Huh? You still together or-” “No.” “Aw. That sucks. I really liked you guys. What happened?” “He killed my husband on our wedding night.”

Jerome starts busting out laughing. “Glad you find it funny."I say rolling my eyes. "I do. I get why you don’t. Wow. You miss a lot being dead.” “You know what? Go ahead, enjoy it. There’s about a hundred cops on the other side of that door ready to kill you all over again.”

This statement gets his attention and he shuts up. “I see your point. It’s a business. So, when I was last, you know, uh, alive, I was about to kill Bruce Wayne. I suppose I didn’t manage to. Theo Galavan killed me, that jug-eared Judas. Well, I suppose I should start by killing him.” He says pacing around.

"Theo Galavan’s dead.” Jerome stops and looks at me. “Oh Who beat me to it?” (Y/n) groans and lifts her body up. “I shot him dead the first time.” SHe says giggling. I walk out as fast as I could, but before I can make it to the door I get a scalpel right next to my head. I look back to see (y/n)’s crazy smile. She places her finger to her lips and makes a shh sound. I gulp, nod, and walk out.

(Y/n) POV:

Lee exits the room leaving Jerome and I alone. “Ah finally. Sleeping beauty woke up.” I giggle as he walks closer. “Remind me. What’s your name.” I look at him confused. He must’ve lost him memory from the trauma of basically being frankenstines monster. “(Y/n) (y/l/n). We met at the circus a long time ago. We were together for a long time. We loved each other.” Jerome smiles and laughs. “Hm. Fuzzy memories, but we’re getting there. Tell me something else. First kiss. First time. First fight. Nicknames. Give me something.”

I giggle and pull him closer until he’s standing between my thighs. “First kiss was the night we met. First time was the night we met. We’ve never had a fight and you call me doll, babygirl, sweetheart, babe, sugar, and I call you J, handsome, love, Ging, babe. Ya know the normal.” I shrug and wrap my arms around his neck as his go to my hips. “(Y/n). I remember. Oh do I remember you doll. Oh baby all the fun times we had! You didn’t move on to anyone else did you?” “No J. Never.” “Good. You’re mine doll. Always will be.” He forcefully pulls me into a kiss. It being so difficult seeing as he doesn’t really have any lips. He pulls back and laughs. “Oh doll face we are gonna have some fun…right after I do something. Where is my face?” I laugh and jump off the table. “Come on J.”

Originally posted by gotham-daily

10 Ways to say I love you - Peter Parker imagine ( part 2)

Summary: This is the second part to 10 ways to say I love you, you don’t have to read the first to understand this part as there is no connection to the first part but I suggest you do. (Part 1)

a/n: I meant for these to be up way sooner than today I’m just terrible at keeping myself on check. Link to Masterlist Here. I’m sorry the last one is so long i got carried away!


Not even two seconds after stepping out from the tiny corner restaurant you and Peter had ate at, the rain started pouring. You hadn’t gone out of your way to impress, but you had put effort into your look today and weren’t about to let the rain ruin that.

You grabbed Peter’s hand and pulled him under the closet cover for the rain. Neither of you had thought to bring an umbrella, so here you were stranded under a random cover for protection in the rain.

“Isn’t this the part where you grab my face and kiss me in the rain Peter?” you teased, nudging his shoulder with yours. “Do you want me too?” Peter shoots back smiling at you.

“I just think it would be ideal, you know, considering the setting and all” you reply stepping into the rain and facing upwards. “Hey, come here” Peter brings you back under the cover embracing you. Only letting go to remove his jacket and hand it to you. “Here, Put this on so you don’t get cold” he says.

“But you will be soaking by the time we get home” you counter, taking the jacket into your hands. “Don’t worry about me” He says looking away for a second, then facing you again. “So that kiss in the rain?”


You had come over to Peter’s for a movie and food, although you and Peter were together, you denied being so. However from the looks May was giving you from the kitchen when she thought you two weren’t looking, it seemed like she had put two and two together.

You were snuggled into Peter’s side with this arm wrapped around you comfortably. You had let Peter choose the movie, while you chose the snacks. 30 minutes into the movie the snacks had been long forgotten and You had unknowingly drifting off on Peter’s shoulder.

You had woken up around 10 minutes before the movies end but tried your best to steady your breathing to make it seem as if you were asleep. For a few minutes you had thought you had pulled it off until the entirely of the credits had rolled and he spoke up. “I know you aren’t actually sleeping” You tensed being caught.

Shhh I like being in your arms” you whisper, shifting but your eyes still closed.

“See! Plus your lips slightly part when you really are asleep” he states as if were nothing.

“You creep! you like watching me sleep?” you ask stretching your arms in front of you, only to wrap them back around his torso.


You loved ice cream it was no secret and Peter knew this, he would always let you finish it. Today was no different you sat in a booth enjoying a sundae at a place Ned had told you guys was the best in town.

You both talk about how your days were going and you being thankful he finally took a day for from his ‘Stark internship’ to spend with you. Throughout the conversation you grab three more spoons of ice cream while Peter grabs half a scoop. If only could even call that half a spoon.

“Do you always hate the flavors I choose or do you just hate ice cream?” you question him sadly.

“I don’t hate either” He laughs off your question.

“Then why don’t you ever enjoy the ice cream we get together?” you ask picking at it with your spoon.

I love ice cream, almost as much as you do, but I love giving you the last scoop more.” he answers as if it had been obvious this entire time. You lean over and kiss his cheek lightly. However that doesn’t stop the blush that creeps up on Peter’s neck.

“I love you too Parker” you say, interlocking your free hands together.


Sitting across from May on the table you were looking through some of her old photos she had decided to share with you. You picked one up of her and uncle Ben posing with a red backdrop in a studio.

“This one is really nice” you said facing the picture towards her and smiling.

“I remember when that one was taken, it is isn’t it?” you replied with a hint of sadness in her voice.

The sound of the door unlocking made you redirect your eyes to the door and in waltz Peter. “Hey, didn’t know you were coming over” he said throwing his backpack down and coming to sit next to you.

“Thought I’d surprise you, how was decathlon practice?” you asked, sorting through the photos again.

“Good, what’s all this?” Peter motioned towards the table.

“Just a few pictures, look at this one” you said handing him the one you had showed May early. You didn’t let him speak before you begin again, “We should go and take pictures like that” you offered, preparing for him to decline.

Instead Peter agreed, “Wait seriously?” you asked in shock.

Yes, I’ll do whatever keeps you happy” He said with a genuine look of adoration on his face.

“You’re the best” you said wrapping your arms around his torso and putting him in for a hug. Even just a hug in front of May made Peter blush and May smiled knowingly.


You walked up the tiresome seven flights of stairs to reach Peter’s door. Aunt May opened it and let you in with no hesitation. “How was school?” she asked returning to the kitchen to tend to the stove.

“It was good, eventful as always you” you replied, making your way to Peter’s room. “Peter’s not home but you’re welcome to wait for him” May stated and nodded towards Peter’s room. You open the door slowly with one hand while the other dug through your backpack until you looked up.

“What the F-” you begin and Peter instantly turn around and slammed the door shut with a kick and clasped his hand over your mouth. You quickly pry off his hand and whisper yell, “Peter what the hell is this? what the hell is that? what the hell are you doing?” you question him, motioning all over his suit. Peter immediately slams his hand over his chest, deactivating his spiderman suit.

“I can explain everything” he stutters out. You just stare at him eyes wild and making an attempt to steady yourself using the side of his bed.

Aunt may opens the door and peter swiftly kicks his suit under his bed, “I think I may have overcooked the food and hey what did say about keeping the door open? and- Peter oh my god put some clothes on” she says ushering him into his closet. “He will right out after he is decent, in the mean while we are going out for thai soon, care to join?” May asks with a smile on her face.

“I-uh I can’t, parents want me home soon, very soon. thank you though” You tried to say as normally as possible with everyday that has just occurred in the span of two minutes.

“Well alright I’m going to open some windows in here before the fire alarm goes off” She begins to exit the room, and you let out a heavy breath.

Peter stumbles out of the closet, pulling his shirt over his head. “Look I can explain, it’s just-” he begins before you cut him off “Does May know? Does anyone else?” you ask. “No” he says. and you wrap your arms around yourself. “Well crap now i know and I wasn’t suppose to know, I’m-” you start pacing around his room.  

It’s- It’s okay, I feel safe sharing my secret with you” He says caressing your cheek.

You lean into his hand closing your eyes for a second but then open them again remembering he’s spiderman “Wait you’re out there every night and you are putting yourself in harm’s way?!”

Don’t let me go

Group:Bts

Memeber:Jungkook

Au: Grim Reaper,demon

PART TWO

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.

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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.


1998


“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.

2016

"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.

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PART TWO

Don’t kill me just help me run away
From everyone I need a place to stay
Where I can cover up my face
Don’t cry
I am just a freak
I am just a freak
I am just a freak
I am just a freak

My head is filled with parasites
Black holes cover up my eyes
I dream of you almost every night
Hopefully I won’t wake up this time
I won’t wake up this time
I won’t wake up this time
I won’t wake up this time

Celebrations - Stuart Twombly [Smut] {Part Two}

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(S): Stuart Twombly/Reader, Neha

Word Count: 4258

Notes: Talk of vomit, fairly public sex, fingering. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! Thank you to @dumbass-stilinski​ for proofreading this for me! Also, my girl Nia is the reason I even finished this, I had no idea where to take it so thank her because it wouldn’t be here without her. Seriously, get up in her asks and thank her. @stilinski-jpeg


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In one timeline we kiss but the stars don’t come down. In another you set a world on fire for me but I perish in the flames. Another and we’re strangers on a busy street, brushing by close enough to send each other reeling off balance but not stopping. Somewhere there’s a final space where your hand in my face is the punchy climax to an epic saga, where the way our mouths meet takes the breath right out of people’s throats. One universe has us right, of all the millions stacked on millions. So it’s not this one. I can live with that. The world is full of wonders and a hundred years ago the moon was too much to dream of touching. Look how far we’ve come. Turn over your shoulder and just look. Maybe we’ll come across each other at the turning of the century, racing across the breaches between worlds. I’ll build my life on that maybe.
—  Elisabeth Hewer.
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Warnings: suicidal thoughts, pregnancy
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