#The100

[emlemocs]

Heda en Wanheda. I love them. I miss them

[melwnst]

────── ⋆⋅☆ RAINY CONFESSIONS, DEAN WINCHESTER

summary. being in love with Dean Winchester is basically like being tortured.

word count. 1,7k

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Dean’s words echo in your mind. They feel so far away, yet he’s right in front of you.

Hypothetically, you should tell him, right? It’s Dean. He’ll probably laugh a little bit, maybe humiliate you without knowing he is, and realize what you’re saying is not a joke.

You replayed the moment in your mind, over and over again, for months, really. Probably even since the very first moment your eyes met.

He was mean, he was cold, you thought he was an asshole and he hated you at first, but you couldn’t help being drawn to that, because it’s Dean Winchester, you’d be a fool not to.

Dean’s presence always made you feel at peace. You’re not exactly sure why- the man doesn’t scream ‘I’m safe and I’m nice’.

But perhaps, that’s why you feel the way you do. You do- feel safe with him around. You know whatever happens to you, it’ll be fine because he’ll be there to protect you, and god forbids someone crosses you or hurts you.

He gets soft with you. Sam’s never seen him act like that- not even he is allowed to put you in your place from time to time, tell you when you’re wrong- or when he doesn’t agree with something you did or say. Dean will always be there to tell him to shut the hell up.

It made you laugh at first, then Sam dared to say something about how weird it was. About how Dean had never cared about someone that much, he’d never been this protective.

It made you think. And you quickly realized that maybe, the thought of him treating you this way, making you feel all sorts of emotions, perhaps meant that you had feelings for the man.

You didn’t like it one bit- at the beginning. It felt foreign, it felt embarrassing, and humiliating, knowing that a man like Dean wouldn’t go for someone like you. He wouldn’t for anyone really- at all. Except maybe one night stands.

Dean didn’t do relationships. He didn’t do attachement, and you certainly didn’t think he did loving.

He was coming from a broken home, a messed up family, everyone around him had pretty much died once or twice, maybe more. He didn’t know how to give his heart to someone, because he was scared of it being broken time and time again.

You knew that. It was obvious. He was just like you. Except you did the loving- the attachement. And if it came to Dean, you would definitely do the relationship.

Dean was confused. He stood in front of you, asking a bunch of questions on a case, and you just- looked like a ghost. You were here but you weren’t.

It felt like ages before you actually looked up, and realized he was addressing you.

‘Wow, you okay there?’ Dean’s stance was the same as always. His hands sat perfectly on his hips.

‘I’m here. Sorry, just thinking.’

‘Yeah? Wanna share with the class?’ He smirked.

You let out a laugh, although Dean could tell it was a fake one. You weren’t laughing because it was funny, but because you were uncomfortable, it was ridiculous.

‘Not really, no.’

Dean took a chair from around the table and sat in front of you.

‘C’mon. You look miserable, you haven’t said a word in like an hour, what the hell’s going on?’

That was his way of being protective over you. He wouldn’t say it, but this bothered him.

You sighed, your hands in your lap, sitting on the bed and Dean still staring at you. His eyes burned holes on you. He examined you closely, and you felt your entire body grow hot.

‘I’m fine,seriously. Just tired, I guess.’

‘You’re a horrible liar. If you were really fine, you’d look up when talking to me.’

And yet you still didn’t dare to look up. He was pushing you, and you feared you were about to break.

Dean, seeing you not answering, pushed his chair closer, if he had to stay here and stare at you until you broke and told him what’s wrong, he would.

‘Okay, enough with the self loathing. Why are you acting like this?’ It was his turn to sigh.

‘Because! My god Dean, how oblivious are you? Seriously! It’s getting on my nerves. You stand there, and it’s like you see me but you don’t! Sure you laugh at my jokes, you look at me, but you don’t- you don’t see me!’

Not sure where that came from, and now on your feet, you made your way to the motel door.

Dean, still confused, jumped on his feet too.

‘Where the hell do you think you’re going?’ He yelled after you, still trying to understand what was happening.

‘Going on a walk!’ You yelled back, threw the door open and slammed it.

The irony of it all though, it was raining. Pouring, really. Like in those cheesy romcoms Dean pretends to hate but secretly has a fun time watching with you.

The rain wasn’t a problem, the problem was you realizing that the door had opened again, and Dean was going after you.

‘Will you stop?’ His voice almost sounded like a whisper in the rain.

‘Go away!’ You weren’t even sure he’d heard that, because the next thing you knew, his hand was grabbing you by the elbow.

Soaked by the rain, you finally looked up.

‘Did you mean that? Do you really think I don’t see you?’

‘Do you? Do you even know how long I’ve spent building up the courage to tell you how I felt? And every time I got even the tiniest bit close to it, I felt like a joke. You- made me feel like a joke. And it’s stupid because I can’t even be mad at you for it!’

Dean went to interrupt, but you didn’t let him.

‘No, let me finish, please. I wanted to run and hide, so many times, but I didn’t because a life without you- even the thought of it makes my heart stop. It’s like I can’t breath whenever we go on a hunt together, I’m always so scared something will happen to you. Dean, you’re just- you’re you! And I can’t possibly understand how you could even think that way about me, but if you do, I need to know. I need to know if I’m embarrassing myself, or if all those sleepless nights were worth it. Dean, please I just.. I have to know.’

Dean was speechless. He had so much to say yet nothing would come out.

You felt like an idiot. His mouth was opened as if he was about to talk, but he threw his arms in the air, as to say he didn’t know what to respond.

‘Right. Good to know.’ You laughed without meaning, your hand wiping the water on your forehead.

You turned your back to him and walked away without really knowing where to go.

‘I don’t know how to do this!’

His voice echoed, this time stronger than yours.

You turned around, wanting to hear him out, desperately waiting for an answer. Your arms crossed over your chest.

‘I don’t- I’m not good at this, okay? It’s not something I do. I know, alright? Sam brings it up all the time. How you and I are great together, how much you care about me and me about you. But c’mon, seriously? Why on earth would you go for me? You know I don’t do this. You know i’m not good for any of this. Believe me, you’d have more chance with anyone else.’ You’d gotten close to him in the short time he spoke.

‘You actually think that way of yourself? Dating is not like breathing Dean, it’s not something you know how to do. It’s something you learn, overtime. Do you think i’m good at this? I mean I spent months stressing over every little interaction because I was scared to blur it out. I’m in love with you dean, and i’m tired of apologizing and hiding from it. You don’t have to answer now, you don’t even have to do this with me. But God please stop thinking you’re screwed up in every single department, because you’re not.’

After rambling for what felt like hours, Dean held a small smile on his face. It wasn’t a smirk like he did so well- it was an actual smile.

‘Can you repeat that?’

‘Repeat what? That was a long speech Dean i’m not doing that again.’ You shook your head.

‘Not the whole thing, that crazy thing you said.’ He walked even closer to you, making your heart quicken.

‘The I love you part? Yeah I love you! And i’m not sorry! You’ll have to get used to it, because if I have to tell you that again and again I will-‘

Dean’s lips interrupted you. They were hot on yours, fiery and passionate, and full of love that was yet unspoken on his part. They fit like perfect pieces of a puzzle assembling together. It felt like months of tension, and anger built up being broken apart, like shards of glass.

‘Does that answer your really really long speech?’ His forehead was on yours, lips still hot from the lingering kiss.

‘Hmm. I can live with that for now, if there’s more where that came from.’ You smiled, your hands on each side of his face.

‘Plenty. There’s plenty of it.’ He kissed you again, this time slower, less needy, as to tell you it’ll all be okay.

You could live like that until he’s eventually ready to say the three little words. You knew he felt the same, but you didn’t have to hear it yet, as long as he was by your side, kissed you some more, and took his time to be really sure that’s what he wanted, you’d be okay with it, because it’s Dean Winchester, and not only would you do anything for him, but you’d wait for an eternity to hear him say it back.

[trashy-greyjoy]

being delusional is half the fun of shipping, idk what y'all are on...

[rk9design]

“We're at war, and a warrior does not mourn those she's lost till after the battle is won.”

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Anya, Indra + Lexa (The 100) Cosplay

[forestduck]

Jan 27, 2024 - isa.

[itsonlybaby]

𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐛. 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞﹒

◜♡﹒﹒𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭﹒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹒𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

playlist !

Bellamy Blake - Arkadia

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ you're a coder, but what's a coder without something to code? bellamy had instructed you to keep watch of the guns and ammo instead of going out with the guard on a hunt. you feel useless to the people of arkadia, maybe bellamy could help with that. ﹒ 　 ⊹ 　⤷ cw: cursing, small kiss scene, sfw

"I shouldn't be watching the guns, Bellamy!"

I shout from inside the main room where we kept the rovers. Bellamy had ordered me to stay in Arkadia while the rest of them went on a hunt, rations had grown scarce since Kane ordered the guard to go out less with the threat of grounders. This was a rare time when people got to go beyond the gate.

"We don't need a lot of people for this, okay? So just stay here." Bellamy argued back, it made sense, only a few people were going with him. Clarke, Murphy, Miller, Harper, and another from the guard. I never got around to knowing everyone's names.

I just knew I felt trapped being behind these walls, I was starting to feel useless to the people around me as well, it's not like I could code anything to help us with the grounder attacks, all I could do was sit with Monty and try to contact other stations with radios. Which always ended up in radio silence.

I could feel my blood boiling, "Well why Harper? It's not like I can't handle a gun, swap her out with me." I hadn't known Harper was leaning on a rover near Bellamy and me.

"Gee, thanks." I heard Harper chirp up in a sarcasm-filled tone. I'd have to apologize later, she knows I didn't mean it.

Bellamy sighed and placed his hands on his hips, looking at me sternly. It was only then I got a good look at him. His curls were more defined today, for once not littered with blood and dirt, you could see his freckles more clearly as well. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't dreamt of him once or twice.

"We need Harper, she's been training with Miller and has become a good shot," Bellamy turned towards the first rover, setting his gun down in the back as Miller climbed in, Harper following after. "This isn't up for discussion." He finishes off with his back turned to me.

Clarke had come up from behind me and placed her hand on my shoulder, attempting to comfort me. "It'll be fi-"

I had cut her sentence short by jerking my shoulder away, I wasn't just mad at her, I was mad at the world. I hadn't said anything further and took one last look at Bellamy before storming off to the armory.

It had been a few days since that last encounter. The group had come back with plenty of food, a successful mission with only a few scrapes and cuts. They didn't even encounter any grounders.

Since they had come back I made no move to talk to any of them- or anyone for that matter. Only speaking to Monty when I had to, which was only once.

Bellamy had tried to speak to me, he tried to sit with me during dinner, tried to speak to me at the bar, and even tried talking to me on the radio stations. Which made a part of my heart flutter at his attempts. It almost made me forget why I was even mad at him to begin with.

I was at the computer, sitting and waiting for anything to pop up about the radios when Monty said he had plans with Jasper to help cheer him up, I made no move to stop him. What's more time alone with my thoughts? They were all of Bellamy. Replaying the few moments he'd try and talk to me in my head.

Me and Bellamy weren't as close as the rest of the group was. It isn't that he didn't try and talk to me, it's just ever since we landed I've viewed him as a player who only had one goal in life; to get into girls' pants.

It's safe to say he's been growing on me- well he was. I had been starting to miss his shitty jokes, how the light from the fire would illuminate his face in the best way, how his smile looked, how it was like he got stars in his eyes every time he laughed. I always tried to impress him, so why wouldn't he let me go?

My thoughts were cut short when I heard a pair of footsteps, which I just assumed were Montys.

"Hey, Monty." I greeted in a monotone voice, not caring to check.

"It's not Monty." I heard the other voice say, a voice I knew too well. What did he want now? I spun around in my chair, seeing how Bellamy toward over me. I simply tolled my eyes at him.

"What do you need," I said flatly

"Why're you ignoring me? Avoiding me?" He asks, care lacing his voice.

I took a moment to think about my reply, why exactly was I? He made me feel useless, I can't do anything to help Arkadia besides sit her in this fucking chair.

"Why didn't you let me go?" I countered his question with a question.

I was met with a scoff, "You're still on this? I told you it wasn't up for discussion."

"Yes, I'm still on this! I do nothing for Arkadia besides sit here and listen to a radio nobody talks into!" I shout, standing up abruptly, and walking closer to him.

Bellamy crossed his arms, unmoving. "What if something had happened to you?" He spoke, trying to remain calm.

"Then so be it! I feel useless Bellamy." My voice wavered, tears threatening to spill.

"You're everything but. At least here, you'd be safe." We were now inches apart.

"Why do you even care." Tears began crawling down my cheek, I couldn't believe I let myself get so vulnerable with him.

"Because I just do," He paused, debating if he should say what he was thinking. "And I'd never forgive myself if I let something bad happen to you."

His arms were now uncrossed and resting on my forearms, a touch that practically melted me. His words brought a deeper blush on my cheeks, my tears slowing their roll. I felt myself moving closer every second until finally, his lips were on mine.

It wasn't a kiss of lust or craving, it was a kiss of passion, a kiss that made me feel warm all over, it was a feeling I wanted to last forever. Bellamy was kissing me like I could break at any minute. His hands went up to cup my cheeks and wipe away my tears.

He had pulled away with a smile, leaving my lips feeling lost.

"I've wanted to do that since the day we landed," Bellamy admitted, a faint pink tint lining his face. Bellamy, blushing, something I never thought I'd see. A goofy smile made its way onto my face at the sight.

"Being useless doesn't seem so bad now."

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[bellamyblake]

Random Bellarke moments (pt.11)

[angel-shifter-hugs911]

She’s always around

Bellamy Blake x jealous reader

Summary:reader being just of Roma and Bellamy try’s to prove he always wants you

Warning: none one kiss 💋 idk

You stood off to the side, arms crossed tightly as you watched Bellamy laugh. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the way Roma leaned in just a little too close. It should’ve been fine. Roma was part of the 100, just another survivor. But there was something about her that made you feel uneasy, especially when it came to Bellamy.

You had always been close with Bellamy, your bond stronger than most. But lately, every time Roma came around, it felt like she was trying to steal your attention, and it was working.

“Everything alright?” Clarke’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, and you gave her a tight smile.

“Yeah, just… tired,” you muttered, but your eyes never left Bellamy and Roma.

Clarke followed your gaze. “Don’t let it bother you. Bellamy knows you’re his priority.”

You sighed, trying to shake off the feeling. “I know, but… it just gets to me sometimes.”

Clarke placed a hand on your shoulder. “You’ve got to trust him. Roma’s just being friendly. Bellamy’s not interested in her like that.”

You nodded, though the knot in your stomach didn’t loosen. You watched as Bellamy and Roma shared another laugh. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Bellamy—it was just… hard to ignore how easily Roma fit in with everyone, how natural she seemed in the group, how she laughed at all the right times. It was something you could never seem to do. You were always on the outside looking in.

Bellamy finally turned around, meeting your gaze. His expression softened as he caught the tension in your posture. Without a word, he excused himself from Roma and made his way toward you.

As soon as he was close enough, you didn’t care anymore. The words just spilled out.

“Why do you hang out with her so much?” you blurted, your voice a little sharper than you intended.

Bellamy raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to you. “What’s going on, [Y/N]?”

You shifted uncomfortably, but didn’t back down. “I don’t know… I just can’t shake the feeling that maybe you’re… maybe you like her more than me.”

Bellamy’s eyes softened with understanding. He cupped your face gently, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. “I don’t like her more than you. You’re the one I care about. I’m with you, always.”

“But she’s always around,” you muttered, glancing at Roma, who was now speaking to someone else in the distance.

Bellamy smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I can’t help that she’s in the group. But I’m here for you. And I’m not going anywhere.”

You bit your lip, not entirely convinced, but you wanted to believe him.

“I’ll prove it,” he whispered, closing the distance and placing a kiss on your forehead, a promise that despite the lingering tension, you were still his.

Please if you want more let me know I make the 100 fanfic I do any character I’m comfortable writing anything

[youaremysoulmate1330]

Clarke changing her mind and asking Bellamy to go to the mountain after Lexa tells her “love is weakness”, and explicitly telling him she is changing her mind because she was “being weak” does more for early bellarke than anything else.

Whatever J.Roth might wanna tell us, Bellarke was a slow burn romance in the making that was snuffed out for bullshit reasons.

[poolofunidentifiedfluid]

i actually genuinely do not know why Bellamy and Clarke never got together like they were clearly in love and at least in my head they were basically married by season 6. that show makes me so mad

[melwnst]

────── ⋆⋅☆ PILLOWTALK, BELLAMY BLAKE

summary. You spend your last night with Bellamy before he has to go save your people in Mount Weather.

a/n. this is a short one, not sure it’s that great but I wanted to write something. Let’s pretend they actually have one moment of peace before he goes off to mtw:)

word count. 734

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It wasn’t often that you and Bellamy had time to be just the two of you. It was rare, because, well- war and everything.

This was different though. It wasn’t a ‘finally we have time to be together without interruption!’ It was almost a goodbye, or at least a see you later.

He was going, whether you liked it or not, to save your people. You knew there was nothing you could say, or do to stop him. He was a leader- that’s what leaders do. Clarke wasn’t an option, you tried to negotiate to go in his place, but with no surprise, Bellamy barely let you finish that sentence. He would burn the whole word down for you, so sending you in there with no backup? Over his dead body.

Bellamy was protective, but he didn’t accept anyone being protective over him. You tried to be, but authority over Bellamy? That doesn’t work for many people, especially not you. You stopped fighting him. He had to go, and you knew that. It didn’t mean you had to like it, you just had to accept it, because it was happening anyway.

You had faith in Bellamy. It wasn’t him- it was them. It didn’t matter that the plan was set, and sounded great. They were full of secrets, so you were afraid they’d pull something that Bellamy wouldn’t be able to get out of.

The bed was warm with both of your bodies intertwined on it.

‘What are you thinking about?’ Bellamy asked from behind you. His hands both on your stomach, his chest to your back.

‘That this is our last night together before you have to leave.’ You let out a sigh, Bellamy squeezing your body.

‘Hey, look at me.’ He pulled your shoulder so you would lay on your back.

He hovered over you, tracing patterns on your naked arm.

‘I can handle myself, you know that. I’m coming back, we all are.’

‘I know you can handle yourself, bell. what I’m worried about is those people. We know nothing about them and yet they seem to know everything about us.’ You stared at him, worry in your eyes.

‘You’re afraid they’ll ambush us?’ His eyebrows furrowed, of course he’d thought of that option.

‘I'm afraid they'll find out you're there sooner than expected and it'll make things harder for you to get our people out. I don't think this is gonna go well, Bellamy. I trust you, I just- I don't want you to go. And I know you’re going to anyway, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.’ You looked away.

‘Hey.’ He redirected your face to look at him with his fingers on your chin.

‘We’re gonna be just fine. You’re the only positive person here, we need that. You have to believe, for me. I’ll handle it, and we’ll be back in no time. Whatever happens, I’m not going anywhere.’

‘How can you be so sure, bell? This is a suicide mission.’ Your optimism was nowhere near coming back.

‘Because I have to. I have to believe I’m coming back to you. I have to believe that when I’m back, we can get to do that every day. Lay in bed, talk, do some other things…’ he smirked like he does so well.

‘You better come back, Bellamy. I mean it. I don’t know what I’d do if you-‘ you choked and refused to finish.

‘I won’t. We made a pact, remember? I don’t get to die, and neither do you. Just.. positivity, alright?’ He tried cheering you up.

‘Okay. Positivity.’ You smiled though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. You had to accept he was coming back, even if there was a small chance he wouldn’t. You had to be strong, for him.

‘Good. Now can I please kiss you? I wanna remember what kissing you feels like before I leave. I need the motivation.’

Bellamy started kissing your jaw, which made you giggle.

‘There’s that smile.’ He put his legs on each side of your body, and kissed you again. This time, the kiss was heavy, passionate and full of love. His hands trailed all over your body, messily. He made his way down, kissing your jaw again, to your collarbones, until all you could hear was your laughter echoing through the room.

It was going to be one hell of a see you later.

[ghostofthegallows]

Oscar get a ship that isn't super niche and very divided on

Get murvened!

(please murven shippers ik you're out there)

[starivory]

Cameo with Bob Morley (October 2024). My fourth and last question for him:

Are Eliza & Bob getting help? Is there a new chef👨🏼‍🍳🥑🥄 in the Morley's kitchen?

Let's find out!

Edited by @ohsupernaturall

[imperfectlysplendid]

This one's a little angsty and contains spoilers so beware! I just loved watching the parallels between these two couples - Commander Lexa and Commander Kiramman, and Vi and Clarke. The struggles they face while protecting their people. Duty, love, the whole thang.

Song: I can't hear it now // Freya Ridings // Arcane Soundtrack Clips: Arcane Seasons 1 & 2, The 100

[m1a07]

Bellamy being whipped already.

[booksandwordss]

guess u never stop learning (?)

(anyway if u want to support me also on Ao3 I’m @booksandwordss)