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[writingwithlulu]

Unreapable-

"Forever Alive"

BTS Grim Reaper!AU

Chapter summary: So you're a SUPPOSED immortal. What the fuck are you supposed to do now?

Word Count: 1079

Genre: A good ole fluffy comedy! (with a smidge of angst and MENTIONS of smut)

Warnings: It talks about death (hense the grim reaper thing), Warnings may or may not be added in future installments.

A/N: The only reason this chapter took so damn long is cuz tumblr acted like posting it was a sin. Anywho ENJOY'

The walk to HQ was a short walk away, but the whole time you were asking the important questions. "HOW THE HELL DID WE GET HERE? WHY ME? WHAT ARE YOU?"

"Well for one, you're being very rude. Now, we got here because I teleported us here. It's usually what happens when people die and their souls have been reaped. However ,I was skeptical if you could even come, since you're SOMEHOW immortal." Yoongi scoffed, "Now why YOU, I dont know. Im just as confused as you are."

"So you're 'The Grim Reaper'? You have skin, and you dont wear long dark robes like everyone says-"

He interrupted you, "Y/N before now you didnt believe in me OR other reapers. Why are you going by the storybook now?"

'Oh shit......death boy has a point' you thought, "LOOK AT THIS POINT STORYBOOKS ARE ALL I KNOW ABOUT YOU!"

"Well they are freakishly wrong. For one, im not THE Grim Reaper, im just the president of the Council of Head Reapers. There are a shit ton of us. We work at HQ, where we are headed right now." Yoongi rambled, "Also before you ask, we dont live at the office. We have apartments and houses JUST like Earth. Any other questions before we get to there?"

"Just one. How did you and the other reapers get here? Or get the job of reaping?"

Yoongi paused. ".........Its God's own lazy version of Purgatory-"

"WAIT GOD FR REAL? WELL AINT THAT BOUTA BIT-"

"You just said you wanted to know about reapers.....shut the fuck up, PLEASE. When you aren't a HORRIBLE person yet not a saint, you get sent to work here. The ghosts humans RAVE about? Those are reapers either A: on their job or B: choosing to stay.......and honestly I can't blame them-"

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Reapers HQ is located smack dab in the MIDDLE of The In Between and it was beautiful. The building's exterior looked like a skyscraper straight out of New York City, while the interior was surrounded in advanced technologies and artistic decor, almost like what you would imagine from a Google ran hotel. You had never seen such luxury before. In fact, your definition of luxury was affording something like In n Out, Whataburger, or even Chickfila if shit truely hit the fan. As you were ushered to the elevator, you couldn't help your excitement and slipped out some words, "Holy fuck, this places looks like a literal dream-"

Yoongi sighed, "You're here, darling. Now we just need go to to the top floor tp see the council to discuss your, uhm, situation."

You nearly forgot. You're apparently 'immortal', as if the day couldnt get weirder. 'However,' you pondered, 'Me being immortal would explain the not dying or truely getting hurt thing, kinda sorta. Right? Nope. Still dont get why this shit happens to me.'

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Your thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the elevator doors to welcome you to a enormous meeting hall. However dispite all the room, there was only eight chairs, three of them already full. The people stared into your soul, examining anything DIFFERENT about it......anything special

"Well a HELLO to you too, team" Yoongi scoffed. Suddenly a man with olive green hair and an intentive glare spoke, not moving his eyes off you, "Hello Y/N, so very nice to meet God's best mistake-"

"NAMJOON! DONT SAY THAT TO HER!" screamed the kind faced man with the broad shape.

"OH WHAT DID I DO NOW JIN!"

"One, no lady should be referred to as 'God's mistake', best or not. And Two, we dont know what she could do to you. Her pain tolerance is high and she heals like crazy. Bustin' your ass would be a breeze. However, you are special miss Y/N"

You were still shooked about where you were, you nearly forgot that you were supposed to be talking about your apparent 'immortality', "Special? What am I like legit the first forever living human y'all have met?"

"ARE THERE MORE?" yelped a handsome blonde man "JOON YOU SAID THERE WAS ONLY ONE OF HER, CAN SHE MULTIPL-"

"NO TAEHYUNG. SHE CANNOT-"

Jin started to inform Tae, "Well, technically she CAN multiply it would just take some effor-"

"WOULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP, ALL OF YOU. My goodness, we have one guest and all of a sudden you people act like some children at a playground" Yoongi yelled. Well that shut them up nice didn't it, now nobody would speak. Not even you, even though you were carried away with watching all the chaos ensue.

"Tae. Schedule a meeting between us, God, and Lucifer...... ASAP! I need to discuss to them how we three should handle another part of this situation. Now Joon," sighed Yoongi "Tell her how all this went down"

"Gladly. Last week, I was doing human inventory seeing who on Earth was still alive, when they would die, all of that. However, I noticed that YOUR NAME, AND ONLY YOUR NAME was missing a death date. Taehyung called up God, and he went to check HIS inventory just to make sure that he just didnt SEND IT, but he too couldnt find one. So we checked every book, front to back, cover to cover and NOTHING. You dont have a scheduled death date, therefore as of now, you are immortal."

You stared at him. You're immortal because you dont have a death date. You will live forever because you, yourself weren't meant to die.

"So I don't have a death date because?"

"Nobody knows," replied Taehyung.

You instantly rushed them with questions, "Well am I going to get a death date? What can I do if Idont? Am I just going to stay on Earth forever? Whats gonna happen to me?"

Yoongi answered the only way he could, "Y/N, we dont know. I have no fucking clue. Thats why we are discussing with the others. We dont know what to do with you yet. You may get a death date, you may get the ability to choose where you stay, you may just die on the spot-"

"DIE ON THE SPOT?!"

"IT WAS HYPOTHETICAL, CHILL! All I know is for the next few days, you're going to be here in The In Between. You will live with us in the council manor. We are sending you back with Tae so you can grab some belongings, say some short goodbyes, and come back. Got it?"

"........fine."

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[writingwithlulu]

Unreapable-

"Death's Knocking"

BTS Grim Reaper!AU

Chapter summary: You never believed that as a kid........Grim Reapers weren't real, just a story. That is until you met him, but he didnt come to look like how they say-

Word Count: 1079

Genre: A good ole fluffy comedy! (with a smidge of angst and MENTIONS of smut)

Warnings: It talks about death (hense the grim reaper thing), Warnings may or may not be added in future installments.

A/N: Hey, so ive never written full fledged fanfiction before, so this is going to be scary starting with an AU piece. Ive only ever written for comics, poems, or songs, so if somethings off im SO FUCKING SORRY. ANYWHO, enjoy!

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When you were four, you belived in everything the world told you. Witches, Fairies, Mermaids, Werewolves, all of them were REAL to you, and you feared them to the ends of the Earth......except one.

You did NOT believe in The Grim Reaper.

"When people die, their souls are capture by The Grim Reaper, a skeleton man in a long dark cloak and a scythe! OooOoOoOo!" your older sister said as she relayed the story onto you, "So next time someone dies, REMEMBER- The Grim Reaper said their time had come!"

Out of all the stories of crazy beings you heard, this one was always the dumbest. You did not think a SKELETON would use a farm tool to take souls, it didnt make sense. At least fairies protect the elements, mermaids lived in solidarity with the sea life, sheesh werewolves help the wolves. It served no purpose, just like death. You weren't afraid to die, it was nature. That's what you've witnessed time and time again. That's what made sense.

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When you were 16, things didn't change. Your grandparents died of old age, random family memebers you never met, and your deadbeat father. To you, this was again nothing to fear, mourn sure, but not really be afraid of. You grew up watching the news and death happened all the time, every day almost every second. How could one so called "Grim Reaper" even collect that many souls in person? It couldn't. Another point for non belief, and another point for not giving a damn about death.

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That all sort of changed one day at 22. After a few "almost" incidents, you started to realize that you and death were alot closer than you think. 2 car accidents, 4 drunken black outs, and one quickly exhilarated fist fight with a VERY crazy homeless man, however by some grace of mercy, you could never die. Weirder than that, you never truely got extremely hurt. You would maybe take a day off or two if it was truly painful, but you have never experienced a need to go to the ER and you never truely scarred. If you're being honest with yourself, you don't remember scarring as a child either. 'There's an explanation for that, im sure' you constantly thought to yourself, 'Probably nothing.' until one day in Mid October.

You were at KCups, a small café owned by an old friend in the middle of town, trying to get a coffee.

"OH Y/N! Your Number 5 with caramel and chocolate syrup is ready! Whipped cream or no?"

You laughed at your friend's obvious joke, "Is that even a question at this point of our friendship?"

"Nope!" She replied. Kianna has been your friend for over 5 years now, and has become the one person you can tell everything, because she's been with you for everything, even that one time the crackhead from across the street tried to mug you. "So Ronni, hows living in your own apartment going, you miss livin with me yet?"

"I miss living with YOU, not your stupid fugly dugly lil boyfriend of yours-"

"Dont talk about Zion like that, its not my fault yall didnt get along....."

"He smoked my shit Key," you scoffed, "If we woulda brought his OWN STASH instead of goin through mine, we all would have been cool, but no. Little fucker aint even try to pay me back. Actin like my shit is a community thing."

Kiana stared "Well you didnt have to drop kick his ass after that, sis, I mean damn. He went to the HOSPITAL after that."

"It aint my fault the little bitch dont know how to dodg-" you paused. A black haired man in a suit was starring at you, eyes dark, squinting. You couldn't really tell what he exactly was looking at, but you felt your soul start to tremble suddenly, almost as if he was trying to take it.

"Kianna, who is that?"

"I dont know, he's a new customer. Ive never seen him around before."

You felt a feeling in your stomach, being watched so intently. You started to grab your purse, "Look Key, im gonna go-"

"Okay sis, text me when you get home!"

You started your walk home just a block away, and you still felt like you were being watched. You turned constantly to make sure you weren't, but something didnt exactly feel right, at least not anymore.

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You got home safe, and proceeded to do the first few things in your well remembered routine for arriving. 'Text Kianna im safe, change these clothes, and order my food for the night,' you thought, 'A normal Friday. Plain and simple'. You had changed into some sweatpants and a hoodie, turned on a trusted playlist and ordered the usual for Friday nights, a large order of Sesame Chicken and Fried Rice from Diana's. As you started to truely settle in with some light sketching you hear a knock on the door.

"Oh shit, food already? Damn usually they piled up by now, takes em a couple extra minutes-" you say walking to the door. "Who is it?"

"Delivery for Y/N" the voice answered. Their voice didnt sound like the usual delivery guy, raspy and slightly slurred, with a small lisp. You opened the door to find him. The café guy. You were about to scream, when you tried to think logically. 'This man could just work there. Dont be paranoid.' you thought, surely he wasnt stalking you right? Wrong.

"Uhm are you Y/N I need to speak with them." The mystery man said.

"Whos asking?"

"Someone important ."

"Well Mr. Someone Important, what do you have to say?"

"Y/n, you're immortal. I, Yoongi the Head Reaper at RHQ need you to come with me."

"Are you fucking with me?"

"Fine, I can prove it." The man replied. As he snapped the scenery changed, now there were three pathways in the middle of this blank white box, and you two were standing smack dab in the middle of it.

"WHAT THE FUC- WHERE AM I?" you screamed.

"Calm down, you are at The In Between, the first place people go when they die. To your left you'll see a highway to hell, your right a stairway to heaven, and straight ahead a simple path to where WE will be headed."

" IM NOT GOING ANYWHERE YOU WEIRDO!"

Yoongi chuckled, "Oh Y/N, im sorry......but you dont have a choice."

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[writingwithlulu]

Tbh idk why this is a writing blog when i barely write, but issss coo'

[writingwithlulu]

Dafuq.

You know what sucks?

You can be sittin somewhere, and then realize that you are in danger. Not because you've done anything wrong, but because your skin is a shade too dark or you wrap your hair for modesty. Honestly, that sounds like some bs to me.

You know what sucks?

You can be driving and subconsciously pray that nobody pulls you over, because that may be the last time you see anyone. A move that cant be undone. Isnt that fun?

"It sounds weird when you put it that way"

I hear white people say as i protest the lie they've fed themselves.

I get we cant change the past. I know people arent perfect, but its sad when theres all this bad and you choose to ignore it instead of changing into a decent human being.

And seeing as how you wanna act all friendly and say nigga and hop in the bentley with the black rappers you idolize, its weird how in your idol eyes you still choose to say nothing about what happens when people are kicking a innocent man until he dies. You love getting tattos in languages you dont know such as arabic, but act like you scared outta ya shit when you see someone who looks close to it. THAT DONT MAKE SENSE.

All i gotta say is: Dafuq.

[writingwithlulu]

Shoes

Shoes

What do they do

Do they just sit all day with nothing to loose

Or do they run free like a swift little melody across the sea where they can just be.

Depends who they are, weither they sit on the couch or run towards the stars

with their laces tangled

Mangled into the idea of life itself

Dangled over a clif with no fear for danger

Strangled into the box that was society no more

Its weird how even though im speaking about shoes, someone probably poped up in your mind

A kind faced adventurer who doesnt care about the world being blind

Or maybe a time of which you were that adventurer running away from home to find a way to unwind.

Now, i know this question may seem out of the blue, but which shoe are you?