was crumbling just as fast he was

Let’s just discuss his face here for a minute…

This is not a “ooh, my friend’s back - great!” look.

This is not a “sis, you’re alive!” look.

The moment he sees her, his face begins to crumble and the tears begin to fall and all apprehensions disintegrates. This is a look that Daryl never wears, for anyone but Carol. It’s a huge, full-on smile that says: he just got his girl back, and he had to have her in his arms as fast as possible.

His cautiousness and bad experiences of physical contact just completely leave him, because Carol is standing there, alive, and all that matters to him is clinging to her for dear life because he never thought he’d get that chance again, and once he did, he wasn’t going to let it pass him by, and he completely jumped into her arms.

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A Kim Namjoon/Rap Monster Mini-series

Summary: You meet a clumsy guy on the streets of Seoul, and it just so happens that he’s one of the nation’s most well-known idols….and he’s interested in you.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 (Final) Epilogue

Originally posted by taestylips

Chapter 29

He’s running too fast. 

You cant catch up and you can see the cliff he was heading towards crumbling as he looks back at you, laughing as he runs.
You try to speed up, try to call out to him to tell him to stop, to tell him to watch out for the edge of the cliff, but he just keeps smiling at you-

He keeps smiling…
His foot hits the edge of the cliff…
You scream…

‘Y/N! Y/N! Baby, Wake up! Y/N-’ you start awake when Namjoon’s hand cups your cheek, grabbing his wrist with the intention of throwing him off of you, but you quickly register his face in front of yours and stop battling him, instead burrowing yourself into him as you grab on tightly to his sides.

'Shhh, baby, its okay…I’m here… you’re okay…shhh…’ he hushes you, wrapping himself around you and repeatedly kissing your hair and all over your face as he waits for your breathing to return to normal and for you to stop shaking.

'It was just a bad dream.’ you whisper, still not really calm, but needing to reassure him that you were okay as you burrow your face into his chest.

'Do you want to talk about it?’ he murmurs, his words muffled in your hair where his lips had come to rest, his hands rubbing over your arms and back slowly. You think back to the dream, the utter fear you’d felt at Namjoon not hearing you and getting closer and closer to the cliff, knowing you wouldn’t be able to save him, and you decide you just want to forget about the whole thing, the way your heart twisted in your chest at the thought of losing him not being worth going through all over again.

'No…i just want to forget about it…’ you mumble, sighing against his skin and feeling the warmth of your breath flow right back onto your face, the smell of him surrounding you and making you ground yourself back in the present.

'Are you sure?’ he asks quietly, hand coming up to cup your cheek and tilting your head back to make you look at him, revealing his worried and slightly anxious expression to you and making you feel bad for frightening him.

'Yeah…no…I’m fine…I’m sorry for scaring you…’ you murmur, reaching your own hand out to rake his hair back from his forehead, just needing to feel him in some way to know he was really there and feeling a small smile appear on your face at how good he looks with his fringe pushed back.

'Its okay…you just sounded really terrified…although I’m surprised you didn’t wake the others-’


You grab for the sheet  to cover yourself as Jimin, Hoseok, Jungkook and Jin barge into the room, all armed with various props- Jimin with a baseball bat, Hobi a belt and a single high-top shoe, Jungkook with a sturdy looking ironman doll and Jin with a frying pan- a tired looking, messy-haired, squinty-eyed Yoongi poking his head round the doorway when they all fall silent.

'See, I told you it would all be Namjoon’s fault.’ he moans, quickly shuffling away once he’d assessed the situation and rolled his eyes.

'Uh, Sorry guys…I just had a nightmare…I didn’t mean to wake you…’ you explain, biting your lip embarrassedly as Namjoon translates and explains the situation after your failed attempt at Korean, feeling a blush heat your cheeks as they all slowly lower their weapons and look at each other, the awkward silence in the room being broken by the always caring Jin.

'Oh, are you okay? Do you want me to make you some hot cocoa or tea?’ he asks, shooting you a worried but warm smile as he points to the kitchen.

'Oh, no, thats okay Jin…thank you for the offer though…I’m really sorry I woke you guys.’

'Dont worry about it, Y/N! As long as you’re okay, thats all that matters. We were just worried that someone was attacking you.’ Jimin murmurs after listening to Namjoon translate, smiling shyly as he ducks his head.

'Well…if you’re okay…then i’m going to go back to bed…’ Hoseok says, shooting you a grin before dipping out of the doorway, followed quickly by the others, Jungkook calling a 'sleep well, Noona’ over his shoulder as he closes the door behind everyone.

'Well, now I feel bad.’ you mutter, sighing as you fall back against Namjoon’s chest and smiling gently as his arms pull you back into the position you were in before.

'Dont be. Thats what friends are for.’ he murmurs, nuzzling his face into your neck and humming happily.

'Friends? I mean, I considered them friends after the day we went bowling…but I didn’t realise-’

'All day yesterday when we had a schedule, they wouldn’t shut up about how much they liked you. Jimin and Hoseok kept chattering on about how sassy and funny you are and Jungkook was swooning over how kind you are to him. Jin was complimenting you on your ability to eat like a champ and Yoongi said something about you being 'wonderfully ball-sy’. I think you’re definitely a friend in their eyes.’ Namjoon says, grinning into your neck and you dont realise that you’re smiling until his finger is dipping into the crease in your cheek.

'I didn’t realise they felt that way about me.’ you mutter, tilting your head to look at him and biting your lip shyly as you do so, your fingers trailing over his arm that was wrapped around your waist.

'Of course they do! You’re like some kind of princess to them. I think it helps that i’m their leader and they have to do most of the things I say…but even if I wasn’t, you’re such a charming person that I think any man would be stupid to not at least like you as a friend- Although in my opinion any man is stupid not to love you, but you’re mine, and so they all need to back off.’ he mutters jealously, snuffling your collarbone and making you giggle at the ticklish feeling, causing you to squeal when he digs his fingers into your ribs and quickly covering your mouth so that you didn’t bring the others running back.

'Do you feel better now?’ he asks when he’s made your ribs ache and has littered your neck, shoulders and face with hundreds of kiss, his eyes sparkling happily as he gazes into your eyes, brushing your hair back from your face with such tenderness that you cant help the happy sigh that escapes you.

'Yeah…Yeah, I feel better-’

‘Good. Cause I’m stupidly tired and i need my beauty sleep.’ he murmurs, pulling the covers snuggly around the two of you as he shuffles back into the bed, grinning in your direction before he closes his eyes and curls himself around you, kissing your temple before the two of you settle back into sleep.


AN: Because adorable, sleepy bts boys ready to fight intruders is something everyone needs. ;)

I’m not writing it, but…

A just-around-the-corner AU where Clint agrees to join S.H.I.E.L.D. much too easily and everyone knows that he’s using them for a specific reason, but no one can figure out why.

He’s charming and lovely and Fury doesn’t trust it, so he gives him to Phil.  Phil who he can trust to keep his head above board.

But goddammit, Phil almost can’t help himself.  There’s just something about Barton.  He’s smooth, but it’s more than that.  He’s sincere, too.  Just sincere enough to make Phil fall hard and fast.  

But he’s hiding something.  Phil KNOWS he’s hiding something.  

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the walls come crumbling down (ii)

so apparently no one loves echamy like me (x), so i’ve turned this into a bellarke fic. Plot: When the war is over, Bellamy and Clarke try to rebuild. (It involves group cuddles and trekking to the sea.)


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He finds Jasper’s body first. Maya’s is next, just around the corner. The hallway to the harvest room is strewn with the bodies of his friends, blood coating the walls and the floor and their clothes and even his hands, too, when he stumbles to his knees and a terrible noise tears from his throat, half shout and half sob.

He has scratches for weeks across his scalp from where he claws at his head in anguish, trying to tear his hair out, trying to do something, anything, to atone.

He thought he was keeping them safe by sending them with their allies inside the mountain – instead, he’s gotten even more people killed, and his entire mission is pointless if all of his people are dead.

It’s Clarke who drags him away from the hallway, who gets him back to the armory that they’d taken. She shakes him roughly, puts a rifle in his hands, and says, “We do not mourn the dead until the war is won, Bellamy.”

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