was crumbling just as fast he was


You were home alone when you heard the knock on the door. Magnus was in the Institute, having some business with the Shadowhunters or rather Alec. You didn’t mind. Seeing Magnus happy was a good think. It’s been a while since he had taken you in and treated you like his own blood. Not just learning to control your powers, that made your mother abandon you and leave you on his porch.

For a moment you thought about ignoring the knock but you felt an urge to open it, so you followed your feelings.
The door only half open, Raphael crumbled against the frame. Burning wounds all over his face as he almost looked lost, while collapsing in your arms.

Your heart started beating fast just seeing his wounds and anger trembled in you. Somebody did that to the other boy, Magnus had considered his son even far before you had come in his life. You three were family, Raphael always there to assure you that you were not alone and that it didn’t matter that he was a vampire and you a warlock.

“I got you, Raph. Everything will be fine”, you whispered, as you helped him sit down before you started healing his wounds. You always were better at that, than using your powers to damage somebody.

“Thank you, (y/n). Not sure what I would have done without you.” Raphael’s words warmed your heart. He didn’t know how you really felt about him, didn’t know that you had fallen in love with him, once you had become older.

“I’ll always help you Raph”, you said and when you saw him smirk you decided to be brave. “Because I love you.”
For a moment nobody said anything but then Raphael looked at you.
“You love me?”, he asked but you knew you didn’t have to answer, so you just tried to keep breathing. When he finally smiled up at you, you felt like floating. “Well then our next next date hopefully doesn’t include injuries.”

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lost souls (renora)

“Yell, scream, say something!” for @tylerb543

Originally posted by qrowpins

How had the roles reversed in such a short time? Jaune and Ruby stood speechless and wide eyed as their teammates’ sanity crumbled in front of them. On the team’s way into Mistral they had encountered a Grimm they hadn’t fought, but definitely recognized from their short time at Beacon. Nora thought she could take it out with one strong blow to the skull. Her drastic actions only lead to a poor fate for her and Ren. 

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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. ;)


Okay but can we just talk about two things.

We all already knew that what Brian’s wearing around his neck was a signature item during and after the bashing; because it was a constant reminder of what happened to Justin; and how the guilt of not running fast enough or not walking Justin back to the dance completely crumbled Brian down.

But in the first picture, there’s blood on his neck– which is such a clear indicator that as he waited for that ambulance, he was constantly hugging or resting his head against Justin’s bloodied body.

In the second picture, which is something I noticed from the first time I saw the scene, Brian’s lips are bloody.

can you imagine how many times Brian kissed Justin’s bloody forehead, whispering over and over, “Please be okay,” or “I can’t lose you,” or “This is all my fault,” ???? I’m so fucking hurt ??!!!?!?

Miscommunication // Jay Park

I have a very difficult time touching on this subject as I know what it feels like to be in a situation like this. I tried to make it as angsty as possible without touching on the cheating subject, so I hope it’s acceptable.  Warning for language.
Also, I’m a sucker for Jay Park, so…. 
+ 1634 Words

Originally posted by jaywalkerzz

Your relationship with Jay seemed to be crumbling lately. It seemed like every waking moment of the day, the two of you were fighting. Even when you weren’t around each other, it was some stupid text argument. You were at each other’s throats all the time, and it was getting really old, really fast. They were all really dumb fights, too. You’d make harmless comments about how Jay wasn’t keeping up his end of the chores (you knew it was busy, so you just were trying to poke fun), but he’d turn around and have a huge meltdown about it. Or sometimes he’d just be in the mood to fight and come at you with some stupid shit the two of you had resolved a long time ago.

You were getting tired. Very, very tired. You were sure Jay had to be getting tired, too; but he kept it up like it was the only way he could breathe these days. If he wasn’t fighting, he wasn’t going to live. You didn’t know what to do anymore. You tried talking it out with him, but every time you accused him of picking fights trying to calmly work it out, he’d turn it into a yelling match.

Jay never hurt you, never thought about laying a finger on you; but that didn’t stop you from wincing when he took out his frustrations on objects around you. One time it was particularly bad. You had just gotten home from dinner at your parent’s house with him, and needless to say it was an event. They always criticized you for dating him—he barely had time to spend with you, he was always off doing something for his career, he didn’t really take care of you (at least, that’s what your parent’s thought). They always wondered why you couldn’t date a nice boy who would take care of you and make sure you had everything you needed and was always there for you, and made that blatantly apparent even in front of Jay, your boyfriend, who was sitting right there at the dinner table with them.

Your mother even went as far as to try to set you up with someone else! Granted, it was getting out of hand, but Jay seemed to think that you were letting it go a little too nonchalantly. He felt offended that you didn’t really stand up to your parents about it—but what Jay didn’t understand, was that you didn’t have that type of relationship with them. If you blew it out of proportion and, while you did want to defend Jay, had you tried, it would have been a much bigger deal than it should have been. Whereas, you knew, if you had just let it go, it would go away much faster.

Regardless, the two of you arrived home late that night, and Jay couldn’t just leave well enough alone.

“Thanks for totally defending me out there tonight,” he spat sarcastically. You were already rolling your eyes, scoffing a bit. You could tell on the car ride home that this was imminent, but you were hoping you could skip it, just for one night and go to bed in decent standings. “I can see how supportive you are of me to your parents.”

“Jay, I’ve explained to you a thousand times how my parents work. If you just leave it alone, they’ll shut up. They get bored. They’re trying to get under your skin, and you’re letting them,” you replied calmly, trying to divert it away from a huge scene.

“And they don’t get under yours? They blatantly disrespected me, telling you that I’m not good enough for you and all you did was sit there and take it!”

Your eyes were closed, trying to block the headache that would soon ensue from Jay’s harsh voice. “Maybe they have a point, Jay. All those things they said are true. You’re never here, you barely take care of me as a result—to anyone else it looks like you’re entirely focused on your career and I’m just here hanging on by a thread,” you finally fired back. Maybe if you had just stung him with it, he’d put his tail between his legs and retire for the evening.

But it didn’t; in fact, it infuriated him so much, he slammed the fridge closed after grabbing a bottle of water. With you having already spun around to face him, it shocked you a bit. “It’s nice to know you think so highly of me,” he finally said after a moment of staring you into shame. He slapped his hand against it, making a much louder noise than you were anticipating, and you shrunk away from him.

Then, and only then, did Jay realize how much his aggressions were really scaring you. Then, and only then, did he finally compose himself enough to realize what was going on. Then, and only then, did he want to take you into his arms and protect you from the world like he should have been doing this whole relationship.

He whispered your name, reaching his hand out to you, but you stepped away from him. “I’m sorry…” he told you, his eyes softening, face concerned. “I didn’t mean to scare you like that,” he added, but you had stepped so far away from him, you were backed up into the corner of the countertops.

Jay didn’t give up. He stepped closer before you finally snapped. “Just stay away from me!” you yelled at him. Jay banned himself to the couch that night. You didn’t say anything about it, in favor or not, you just let him do what he was going to do. You went to bed scared, and Jay went to be regretful.

You thought for sure that would be the last time. But it wasn’t. You got used to Jay banging his hands on things when you two fought. You got used to the loud crashes and slaps, even as they began happening close and closer to you.

But you knew—Jay would never, ever lay a hand on you. He told you himself, he’d rather die than hurt you. Today, however, you thought he was going to go back on that promise. You two were at it again, arguing about something super trivial, it didn’t really matter. He was yelling, your voice was raised, trying to get him to listen, but he wouldn’t—he never did.

Finally you had enough; you’d have enough of this stupid banter for the past God knows how long now. So much so, that you finally just told him, “Jay, would you just shut the fuck up? I’m tired! I’m tired of arguing with you about trivial bullshit! I’m tired of our relationship suffering, because at this point, it’s not a relationship anymore! I don’t even know what it is, so please, for the love of everyone’s sanity, just…shut up!

He seemed shocked enough. He finally just shut his mouth. He had nothing to say, no witty remark, nothing to start yelling about. He just stood there, mouth gapped as he stared at you. You had already been backed up against the wall, trapped there by Jay’s taller and much, much stronger form. He had slapped a hand against the wall to the side of your head and that’s when you finally just lost it.

“I have done nothing but try to be patient with you, to be the loving counterpart you asked for; I have tried so hard, for so long, but I’ve had enough. We don’t fight about anything, really. We just yell at each other, and what does it accomplish? Nothing. And I’m sick and tired of it, Jay. I’ve wanted to just walk away so many times, but I haven’t because I know who you are in here,” you told him, pointing to his hart, jabbing his chest a little roughly, “I know how loving and compassionate you are, I know the man you truly are, and I want him back, because I’m not going to do this stupid shit anymore.”

His hand, at this point, had slipped away from the wall and was tenderly caressing your cheek. It had been the first real affectionate touch in over three months. His brow was drawn together, not in anger, really, but in frustration with himself. He looked at you; you knew his eyes would be teary if he could manage it right now, but he wasn’t going to put that on you.

“I love Park Jaebum, and I know he’s in there. I don’t know why he left or where he went, but I need him back.”

Jay took your hand with his free hand, gently placing it against his chest. You could feel his heart pounding against his chest. It didn’t feel like anger, it felt like fear, like he had realized the error of his ways and if he didn’t cut it out, he was going to lose you. “He’s right here, baby.”

That was the first time he had called you by anything other than your full name in a tone you hated in a long time. You knew it was him. Especially with the way he leaned his cheek into your palm, it having been placed there just a second ago. “He’s right here,” he said again, eyes never leaving yours. “And he’s so very sorry for leaving you for so long. For the things he’s done to you, said to you. I will be better, so much better; I promise.”

It was the first time in a long while you felt at ease, you felt appreciated and wanted and cherished. His lips pressed against your forehead. Your eyes could finally close peacefully in the warmth of his embrace.

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Graduation day.

You and Jack have been dating since the eighth grade. It’s now your senior year of high school and you can’t believe that it’s already coming to an end. You’ve spent pretty much every waking moment together, in and out of school. Jack was going to continue with his music career and you were headed off to college.

“I can’t believe it’s already the big day.” Jack says as you make your way to the stadium for graduation.

“I know. I feel like we just started high school last week. Time has gone by crazy fast.” You say. He grabs your hand and squeezes it tight. “I know that our futures are taking us to different places in the world, but I want you to know that no matter what, we will always have each other. I hope that our relationship won’t crumble while you’re in school, but I do hope that it continues to blossom. I love you, soooo much (Y/N), and don’t you ever forget that.” He says to you.

“You know that I love you too and only want the best for you. I also hope that no matter what happens, I can come home and be able to just wrap myself in your arms and fall asleep, just like it always has been. I love you Jack. You mean the absolute world to me and I only want to see you succeed.” You say. You kiss and make your way into the stadium. As the ceremony goes on, you walk across the stage to recieve your diploma and cheer as Jack recieves his. Afterwards, you go outside and find Jack for pictures and whatnot. You head to lunch with your families and enjoy your summer together until you go off to college.

It’s occurred to me that people may be confused by how the Immortal FAHC works. Here’s a brief explanation of a few things:

When they die the first time, they have light silvery scars from the wound. Ryan’s got a stab wound, Ray has two bullet wounds, Gavin has splotches where he had gangrene from the plague. It’s not immediately noticeable, but not like normal scar tissue.

They heal from any non-mortal wound extremely fast, at the cost of energy. They eat a lot. Dying and returning takes no energy so sometimes they just off themself to avoid having to eat a ton of food. No marks are left on their bodies from the injuries or even death wounds.

When they come back to life, it’s not their body coming alive. Their corpse crumbles into dust and they reform within a mile or two of their dying place, on solid ground.

They don’t know why it happens. Ryan thinks it’s the gods and Kerry agrees. Geoff and Gavin don’t think it matters.

Tattoos, piercings, body modifications will stay on the person when they die.

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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