#bob morley fanfiction

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

Could I request a smut with Bellamy Blake? Like him and the reader are trying to get a quickie in before everyone comes back and he tries to make the reader cum one more time? :) if u can ofc!

close call | b. blake

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summary: season three — you and bellamy take advantage of a moment alone in the rover on a scouting expedition. time is against you when bellamy makes one final request before everyone returns.

pairing: bellamy blake x reader

warnings: smut, almost caught, penetration (p in v), oral (fem receiving), quickie, multiple orgasms, cowgirl, idk whether part of this is considered dub-con or not but I’ll still add it just in case

notes: the ending is sort of abrupt but anyways—

word count: 1.8k

The rover was bouncing so vigorously; it was a wonder the axles hadn’t broken under pressure.

“Oh my—fuck! Oh my god!”

It had started off innocent. Two people had to stay behind to guard the rover as a group scouted the forest terrain for new foraging and hunting grounds for Arkadia. Bellamy had offered to stay behind along with you. At first, you both obeyed the instructions to watch over the rover. But, damn, he looked so goodin his tan t-shirt and black cargo pants, you just couldn’t restrain yourself.

First came the flirting, then the wandering hands, and then suddenly you were inside the rover, on the floor in the back, with Bellamy inside you.

Your breasts recoiled up and down, cleavage exposed from the low neckline of your tight tank top as you bounced on Bellamy’s lap, his cock sliding up into you with each drop of your hips. His face was buried between your breasts, sucking harsh kisses into your skin. Fuck, you should have told him to stop; people would see the marks.

But you couldn’t. Especially when he lowered to your sensitive peaked nipple and bit it softly through the material of your shirt.

“Ah, fuck!” you rasped, skin prickling with goosebumps.

Fingers tangled in his dark wavy locks, you guided him back up to your level, frantically catching his lips in a wanton kiss. Your tongues moved together with a hunger of their own, strings of saliva keeping you attached whenever you parted for a sliver of breath.

You sank down fully onto his pelvis and engulfed his entire pulsating length before grinding your hips back and forth at an almost Olympic-level speed, feeling his cock repeatedly curve into your throbbing walls. Something between a whine and a groan of the words “fucking christ” was mumbled against your lips by Bellamy.

His hands held you down by the hips as he began snapping his own hips upward, skin-on-skin sounding as his pelvis slapped against your ass. You grappled onto his broad shoulders as your head fell back with a filthy high-pitched moan which, thankfully, was confined to the rover’s interior.

“So fucking good, princess,” Bellamy breathlessly praised between mind-devastating thrusts. “So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Good.”

His fingers dug harshly into your skin, blunt nails surely creating red crescent indentations in your soft skin. You would wear them like a trophy. He forced your hips down and trapped your body on his cock as his head fell back against the mesh panel wall, soft tip spurting thick white come deep inside your belly. His scrunched brows twitched with release; lips were parted as his shallow breaths gave way to deep sex-drunken moans.

The warm white liquid filled you up, leaking prettily down Bellamy’s thick penetrating length. You were so full of his seed and ever-hard cock that all your body could do in response was orgasm, the heat spreading from your belly and pervading your entire nervous system.

All control was lost. You trembled from head to toe, essentially vibrating on his cock which was still prodding against your cervix. Strangled gasps fell from your lips, your forehead falling against Bellamy’s who had finally managed to regain his composure and was hypnotically watching you work through your own high.

Finally, the both of you reached a state of tranquillity, holding each other closely, panting and inhaling one another’s intoxicating breaths. It was a good thing too—that you finished so quickly.

“The other’s will be back soon,” Bellamy whispered, finishing your thoughts.

You nodded. He pulled your hips forward again and you both made some quiet noise of pleasure, eyes glued on one another and simmering with atmospheric desire. For about ten seconds, you stayed like this—motionless, panting, staring.

And then Bellamy was flipping you over onto the car floor.

He hovered above you, brown eyes pooling with sin, dark strands of hair partially obscuring his vision. You simply looked up at him, wide-eyed and speechless, and obviously, he found your shock amusing, evident from the subtle smirk on his lips.

“Want you to come again before they get back.” He leaned down to leave a hot kiss on your neck, lips tickling your skin as he murmured, “Think you can do that for me?”

You blinked, dumbfounded. “What?”

And then he was lowering himself down to your hips and hooking his arms around your thighs. His question wasn’t really demanding an answer—this notion was crystal clear as he abruptly buried his face between your legs and began eating you out like there was no guarantee tomorrow would come.

“Bell!” you cried with a gasped squeak, your back arching off the floor and eyes squeezing shut from overstimulation. “Wait, please, it’s—it’s too mu—” You cut yourself off with a sharp moan and encased his head with your thighs as his lips suctioned around your clit. “Shit! Don’t stop!”

The plea in your voice was useless. Of course he wasn’t going to stop. Not until your thighs were nearly crushing his skull as your taste coated his tongue, dribbled down his chin, and dripped from your pussy in a pretty, perfect glistening mess.

You rose to your elbows, hand reaching down to delve your fingers between his soft wavy locks, alternating between pushing him deeper into your pussy and tugging his hair to coax a groan from his lips which vibrated against your already throbbing clit.

The sounds you made could barely be considered moans, but rather stuttering cries—cries for more, cries to encourage him to keep doing that heavenly thing he was doing with his tongue.

“Right there,” you gasped.

He nodded, humming in compliance. Anything for you; anything to get you to come undone from his manipulation. His biceps flexed as he dragged you closer, hands splayed across your tensed stomach, rubbing and massaging the soft skin.

Tongue wide and flat, he licked an agonisingly slow stripe from hole to clit, beginning to flick his tongue side-to-side once he reached your swollen sensitive nub. God, he had your heart pounding and it felt so exhilarating. The pulsing had dropped into your stomach, each rapid beat building the tension that was tightening your gut.

Your hips rolled mindlessly against his tongue, using him like your own personal sex toy. His eyes were closed, literally drinkingin the fact that he was lapping between your thighs. He enjoyed giving pleasure just as much as you did receiving which made the moment so much more hotter.

Over the sound of your whining and panting, you could hear the distant conversations of people returning. Returning to the rover that Bellamy was currently eating you out in. Fuck.

“Bell.”

“Mm.”

He just kept going. Part of you wanted to ignore the approaching group and continue letting him bring you to your peak, but the other part recognised the embarrassment of potentially being caught in such an… indecent position.

“Bellamy,”you gritted.

The authority in your tone managed to tear him away from your pussy (and made his cock twitch with a drop of come).

He looked up at you through messy strands of hair. “Come for me one more time, princess,” he urged, voice low and husky. “Then I’ll stop.”

His hand kneaded the side of your waist, gaze on yours as he awaited your response. His mouth and chin sheened with your slick—a pretty, perfect glistening mess. How could you deny him when he looked like that? When he was begging to worship your body and set your nerves alight?

The flames licking at your insides began to suffocate, orgasm receding slowly into non-existence. It was all you could do to nod your head. “Make me come.” Your voice was heavy with desperation. “Please.”

Within seconds, he obliged, large veiny hands curling around the base of your thighs and diving back in. If you thought he was quick before, you were in a whole other ballpark when his mouth returned to your clit. Your fluttering eyes rolled back as his head swiftly shook from side to side, the tip of his tongue pressing hard against your sensitive nub.

An orgasm was rocketing inside you, so fast approaching that you felt entirely unprepared for its arrival. The voices outside in the forest were getting closer and so were you. So close you felt like you could reach out and touch the powerful feeling inside your gut. Technically, you could.

Your hands fisted in Bellamy’s hair, fumbling for any sort of tether to the ground because you were certain if you let go, you would shoot off into oblivion. He repeatedly sucked on your clit, swirled tight circles, devoured you like this was his last meal on death row, and then repeated the process.

“Good girl,” Bellamy mumbled into your pussy. “Almost there.”

Eyes squeezed shut, you writhed beneath his hold, hips jerking against your mouth. Your nipples ached with hardness. Your eyes overflowed with hot tears, streaming down the sides of your face. Your whines had turned to borderline screams, begging him “Don’t stop!” and a mixture of senseless profanities.

Your quivering thighs—with the last of their strength—threatened to crush his head as you squeezed around him, finally feeling the white flames inside you burst into a devastating explosion.

“Fuck!”

***********

Side-by-side, you and Bellamy stood outside the rover, fully dressed and watching as the scouting group returned from their minor expedition. Bellamy’s hand, which was resting on your hip, wandered to your ass and softly kneaded it in his palm, causing your body to tense in fear of being seen.

He leaned down far enough for you to catch his quiet words. “Don’t worry, princess,” he said. “I’m the only one who knows what you just did on the floor of that rover.”

Your jaw clenched, eyes remaining on the approaching group. “I’m the only one who knows you begged to make me come on the floor of that rover.”

His response was a quiet chuckle, his hand moving to your back to rub it affectionately. Just before the others reached hearing distance, he added, “And I’d gladly do it again.”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, forming a timid smile on your lips.

Raven was the first person you made eye contact with. She subtly gestured to your pants, wearing a semi-proud grin as she nodded in approval. A horrid blush flooded your cheeks and you looked down to see your flier was completely undone. Well… shit.

“Anything happen while we were gone?” Monty asked, carrying a variety of flora samples.

You side-eyed Bellamy, witnessing the slightest smirk quirk on his lips.

He was quick to respond, sounding casual enough to avoid suspicion. “Nothing too interesting.”

You nodded in agreement. Meanwhile, his arm was discretely supporting your weight as your legs were still violently trembling.

[anjellaufeyson]

The truth lays within jealousy- Bellamy Blake

Warnings: basically just cursing and knife play

Summary: Bellamy's your enemy but things begin to take a turn once you start fighting to push through emotions you feel towards each other.

Bellamy Blake made my blood boil, and I prayed I made him feel the same way. I was best friends with his sister, Octavia. Meaning, I had no choice but to be in the same tent or room as him. The rivalry between Bellamy and I formed when the 100 first came to Earth. We were on dividing sides, he had everyone in his control and made them feel free but that ended dangerously. I was with the group that wanted to help and make sure we survived. 

“Do you always have to disagree with me, Blake?” 

He turned to look my way, his hand resting on the map below our waists laying on a table. “Do you always have to have disagreeable ideas–Kane?” He spit my last name out as if it left a bitter taste. 

I’m just thankful he didn’t call me that other name, the one he knew I so deeply despised. My eyes rolled on instinct, “You’re such a dick, you are aware of that flaw right?” 

He glared my way, “You always keep me aware don’t you, princess?” 

I fucking hated him, “Don’t call me that, Blake.” 

“What will you do if I say it again?” 

My father made me train with guards on the Ark since I was a child, I could easily take Bellamy, and him forgetting that made me always want to remind him. I stabbed my knife into the wood table and as soon as I did Octavia walked in. 

She moved the tent opening away, “What is going on?” 

Bellamy folded his arms making his muscles fight with his shirt. I tried my best to not stare but as much as I loathed this man and wished him nothing but the absolute worst–he was the formation of my desires. And that left lingering resentment. “Your friend is threatening me, O.” 

I unstuck the knife and pointed it at him from the other side of the table as I talked, “He was testing me, Tavia. It’s his favorite pastime,” I said staring harshly at Bellamy. 

“How about you both go train, maybe away from each other? You can work with Murphy and I’m sure you can find someone, Bell.” 

I gave a half smile, “I’m sure every–what’s the number now?” I made it look like I was deep in thought, “Like 50 girls now? Are willing to train with you, you know your way around the 100, Blake.” 

Bellamy gave me dead eyes as his jaw clenched. I struck a nerve. “O, get out.”

Octavia usually hates when Bellamy orders her around just cause he's older than her but she listened without a fight this time. She knew I crossed some form of a line. She mouthed sorry to me and walked out. 

I moved over to him, my knife laying close to his throat. He didn't care, he didn't even bat an eye. He almost smirked at the notion.

“Tell me, princess, was I supposed to pent up everything I was feeling like you do? Tell me, how's that going for you?” 

My eyes widened a bit, “I’m sorry do you want me to just go sleeping around with every dude on this earth because what? I can’t deal with my emotions correctly?” 

He bit his tongue. 

“I guess maybe I should take your advice because I see how greatly it’s been going for you. The known asshole you only go to for a hit and quit it.” 

Bellamy eyed me, “Is this you trying to offer up, princess?” 

My breath was shaky, I scoffed, “Go float yourself.” I stormed out of the tent and went to the only place inside Arkadia where you could blow off steam. The training spot. Bellamy usually overwatches, sometimes with Lincoln so I wouldn’t be surprised if he made his way over here.

Murphy made his way over to me, “Need a partner?” 

I nodded my head and decided to not take my anger out on him–at least not with words. “Yes, but I can’t promise I’ll go easy on you, Murphy.” 

He smiled as he got into his stance, “I didn’t expect you to. I remember seeing you training from time to time with soldiers. I’m going to have to bring my A-game now.” 

I laughed and it made me feel a bit better, say what you want about Murphy–but his sarcasm and wit will always make you laugh. I got into position and Murphy punched towards me and I moved my hand fast enough to push it away and block it. We kept going back and forth, not taking it seriously. 

Soon, as expected Bellamy appeared. He crossed his arms as he analyzed our performances. Suddenly both of us began to take it a bit seriously, but I chose to ignore Bellamy. He knew I was holding back, it showed in Bellamy's face.

“Let me try.”

I ignored him but Murphy stopped fighting, I tried to regain my breath. Murphy was like Bellamy’s sidekick since the beginning, that faded and nobody tried to make an enemy of Bellamy. Like it or not he did run a lot of things we live by. Especially with Clarke gone. 

He got into position and I immediately went to attack. I moved close and elbowed his face causing him to move forward. I went straight for a kick to his bent knee and easily got him down. When getting up his hand stayed on my thigh as he rised up, it was like he was purposefully trying to mess me up. That could be the only reason.

“Damn Bell, maybe she should replace you as a trainer,” Octavia said while spectating. Monty and Jasper laughed. 

Bellamy stood up and hit me immediately in the gut. From the force, I took a couple of steps back, and I cursed under my breath. He shrugged with a grin forming on his lips. When he went to pull another move I grabbed his arm pointed it up, and used my left arm to push down on his arm. I twisted his shoulder and I knew I was causing pain. I had this move done to me and I was in pain for a couple of days. 

For a split second, I heard a groan from him, it almost put a smile on my face. “C’mon Blake, are you even trying? If you lose this–I can only assume where you’re going to go to…or who.” Maybe it was a low blow but he pissed me off before. 

My fist came towards him and he grabbed my arm tightly, almost hard enough to leave a bruise, and flipped me onto the ground. I tried not to give him the satisfaction of knowing I was hanging onto this fight by a thread. I kicked his stomach and he caught my leg and tried to make me fall but I did the one trick that took me years to master–I kicked with enough force off the ground for a second to gain a stance to be able to kick him back. 

Bellamy went to hit me in the face but I got to him first and elbowed him. He spit out blood and turned his head up with a grin as he wiped the blood. He tricked me and by making it seem like he was going for a low attack, I didn’t move up in time to block him and he punched me. My lip began to bleed. 

“Guys, I think you should stop now. You proved you both can fight–now stop,” Octavia warned. 

We ignored her warning and kept going. I was determined to beat him, and I didn’t have a real reason why. Part of me wondered if this was my only source of letting my emotions go, maybe I wasn’t that different from that man that I hated. We are both stubborn, witted, determined, quick-tempered, reckless, and aggressive. 

“One hit and we’re done,” he said. “Better make yours count, princess,” he whispered. The way he made it seem, that nickname was for our ears only. He never said it loud enough for others to hear and I almost preferred it that way. And when he did, he was only focused on me. As if nobody else was on the earth with us. 

My thoughts were distracted and he immediately brought me down. My back hit the ground and I winced in pain, my back arched a bit hoping that would help the pain. Before anyone could help, Bellamy quickly moved to my side. “Are you okay,” he asked almost frantically in a low voice. He sounded genuine.

The gaze I had on him changed, it softened even though I was in pain. I was utterly confused. “What are we doing,” I whispered, his back covering everyone’s view of my lips. At best, they’d hear mumbles. 

“Your solution to letting your emotions out, remember?” He lightly laughed, “Fuck, we’re idiots.” Bellamy brushed his thumb on my bottom lip, “Truce?” 

My brow almost furrowed, “Truce? Does that mean we suddenly don’t hate each other?”

He laughed and began to help me up, “No, definitely not. You’re still the bane of my being.”

I stood up and got my words out fast enough before everyone crowded me to see if I needed Abby, “And you’re still the only person I hate in this world.” 

Bellamy slowly backed away as we kept our eyes on each other, everyone kept asking if I was okay but I didn’t reply. I was too fixated on the man I detested. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” I said while brushing past them. The one person who got horrendously hurt was Bellamy, yet he didn’t complain or stop them from helping me. 

“I’ll help you to, Abby,” I said putting his arm around my shoulder which felt oddly–right. When I looked back to show Octavia I was going to help him, I just saw a group of disbelieving faces. I’d be shocked too, never would I have ever felt pity or thought of helping Bellamy. “I kicked your ass.” 

He laughed as if he didn’t have drops of blood on his shirt, “I’d call it a fair fight.” 

“I’d call it my win.” 

He glanced at my lips then my eyes, we came to a halt. “You want to finish this?” 

I could feel his hand brushing along my neck, “I think we’re probably banned from training together for a bit. Though I think that wasn’t a training session–that was fighting.” 

Bellamy’s gaze dropped, he stared at me, almost desperate as if he was yearning for something he never even got to get ahold of for years. His touch became more apparent, he stared at my lips as he talked. “I’m not talking about in the training spot.” 

My lips parted and suddenly every feeling I had for him disappeared. Only one stayed- the desire I clung to. Instead of going to Abby, Bellamy and I went into his tent.

It was as if both our strengths had been regain, like we were both pushing our limits to be ignoring our pain to mix it with pleasure. Bellamy took his shirt off with such poise and it made me roll my eyes. I started undressing myself also. My eyes lingered on his chest, God, he was so defined. Like a Greek god or a statue made out of generosity.

"My eyes are up here, princess," he said as he pushes me down onto his bed.

I didn't like how much I secretly enjoyed him calling me princess. "You're so full of it, Blake."

He kissed me roughly, as if we didn't have time to spare to be kind to one another. Our hate lingered and I loved it. I winced in pain because of my lip and that caused him to groan into my mouth. He was making it harder and harder for me to not rush this.

I switched spots with Bellamy, God forbid he lets me control one thing. I kissed down his neck being anything but gentle to the parts I knew he was going to have a bruise at tomorrow.

"Fuck," he whispered.

My hands traveled down his chest and before I could do anything he traded spots with me. "Watch yourself princess, if you keep going- I don't think I can stop myself."

"I don't want you to."

Bellamy used his knee to spread apart my legs. He put his hand around my neck and slowly pushed down so I’d be lying flat on my back. I felt my stomach growing butterflies. “I will be anything but gentle with you–” He paused and stared at my lips. “But I think you can take it.”

[sickoherd]

THE 100 — dating a touch starved reader

fluff

author note : requested by @nickeverdeen 🫶

gender neutral reader too :)

bellamy :

bellamy absolutely revels in the attention you give him

he’s obsessed, addicted even.

the first time he hugged you, you physically melted in his arms.

after all, what place is safer?

bellamy’s love language is physical touch, and so he’s always touching you somehow

whether it be holding your hand, having a hand on the small of your back as you walk, or even just having your knees touch while sitting

you grew up touch starved, and when you told bellamy of your past, he finally understood the way you responded to something as simple as a hug.

bellamy is absolutely determined to make up for the time you lost without the touch of someone who loves you.

clarke :

clarke doesnt always want to be holding your hand, or touching you

shes a leader, and doesnt want to make herself look weak

not that it would, but youre her weakness

she has many enemies who could take advantage of that

she prefers the privacy of your shared bedroom.

however, despite not being as physically affectionate in public, she does make up for it.

when youre alone, clarke will always be touching you.

she needs that connection. to show that youre safe, alive.

with her.

when you first started dating, she sat you down and told you how she wouldnt be too affectionate in public. and you accepted it.

as your relationship progresses, and the danger dies down more, she’ll be more open to holding your hand in public.

she still loves touching you, and making up for the time you missed with hugs and kisses

[alannacouture]

Clarke, Bellamy, and their friends have started building new lives on Sanctum, quickly becoming part of the new community that’s forming. A surprise awaits everyone, though, when an old tradition from Sanctum, Valentine’s Day, suddenly becomes the only thing anyone can talk about. Clarke, still struggling with the after effects of her mind and body being stolen, doesn’t much care about this new holiday, but Madi is determined that her mom has a wonderful Valentine’s Day (and will find Clarke a Valentine herself if she’s not going to do it). Clarke might not be ready for Sanctum’s huge Valentine’s Day celebration, but Madi and Bellamy are determined to make it a night she never forgets…

Full disclosure: I’m suffering from the worst writer’s block right now, so this was written in about three hours and I don’t know if I like it. But it’s a holiday and I was hoping writing this would motivate me to start working on all my WIPs (I’m still working on a sequel for “i’ve got you for that”, a prompt from a reader on Ao3, and about six other projects I really want to finish). So please come check this out and leave me some positive reinforcement so I’ll actually start writing my other works. Happy Valentine’s Day, fellow Bellarkers! ❤️❤️❤️

[countrymusiclover]

4 - Beginning to Bond

Part 5

Star Crossed Enemies

My body twitched slightly while I was asleep against one of the cave walls until I felt a rough hand shaking me harshly by the shoulder.  The voice nit entirely familiar causing me to draw out a dagger and push it against the person's neck.  “Cassio, wake up.  Cassio  - Cass - it's me.  It's Bellamy.” 

“What were you trying to do, kill me in my sleep?” I glared at him waiting for his response before I ever would lower the weapon. 

“You were screaming in your sleep.  I had one of the other people in my camp have nightmares so I knew it was better to wake up more than let you suffer.” 

I shifted my gaze to meet his deep gaze.  “How old is the person that has nightmares?” 

“She’s just a kid.  Maybe 10 or 11.  Her name is Charlotte.” He explained softly to me. 

Lowering the dagger from his throat I blinked back some tears thinking back to my childhood.  My mom did the best she could but she still always favored Clarke.  Considering she was now down here something really bad must have happened up on the Ark to drop them a down here.  

Clicking my tongue I sent him a weak smile appreciating the gesture.  “Thank you for waking me.  Most of the time I just drag myself out of my nightmares with little relief when I wake up for the first five minutes.” 

“I'm sorry.  That sounds horrible.” 

Shrugging my shoulders I sniffed feeling some tears trying to slip out. “I've been through much worse.  So it's just my life.” 

Grounders don't show weaknesses 

Lexa would be disappointed I was beginning to share information with him.  But she wasn't here.  She wasn't being held prisoner, I was.  I wouldn't disclose our secrets but I could share some of mine.  

“I know we don't know each other but maybe we can start to.  The fog doesn't seem to be clearing anytime soon and I don't really want to burn to death in an attempt to make it back to camp.” He leaned back against the cold cave wall sitting beside me where we saw the green fog still lingering on the outside of the shelter we had found for ourselves. 

Hugging my knees to my chest I raised my brows.  “Are you meaning like a 20 question game?” 

“If you're up to it.  Yeah I am.” He replied pointing at me.  “Ladies first.” 

Biting my lip I paused thinking I should start with basic things.  “What’s your favorite color?” 

“Green.” 

“Mine is orange.” 

The older boy shifted his focus onto me.  “Did you have any friends growing up?” 

“Not really.  There’s a major reason why and it has to do with my relationship with one of people’s doctors.  But anyway I had basically one that is still my best friend.  Her name is - was Glass.” 

Bellamy raised a brow staring at me curiously.  “Describe her to me.” 

“Um, it’s been a while but she - she had blonde hair and blue eyes from what I can remember.” I scratched the side of my head thinking back on the last time I saw her.  “Why do you want to know?”

He responded back to me.  “Because I bumped into her before I got on the dropship and she didn’t.” 

“Wait a minute.  Are you saying that she’s still on the Ark?  She’s up there with those assholes.” I clutched my hands into fists in my lap unsure if I should feel anger or relief that they didn’t float her for getting pregnant as a teenager. 

The older Blake sibling blinked his eyes a few times not saying a word.  He wasn’t sure what to say back to the grounder in front of him.  He rubbed the back of his neck avoiding her gaze.  “I guess so.  I’m sorry for that.” 

“Don’t be.  You saw an opportunity and she saw her own.  That’s how survival works.” 

Bellamy softly nodded his head in agreement.  “Down here.  Weakness is death.  Fear is death.” 

“So - what about you, Sky boy.  What did you like to do up on the dying space station?” I cleared my throat, breaking the very heavy and intense silence that had fallen between us and the cave air. 

“Growing up my  mother taught me about Augustus who was a former Roman emperor.  He had a sister named and that’s how my sister got her name.  So I’ve always and still do love Mythology.” 

I laughed wishing I didn’t like where my name came from after how my mother treated me but I couldn’t help it.  “Do you wanna know my full name because nobody down here knows it.” 

“You’d tell me that.  Why do I get such an honor?” Bellamy asked me. 

Biting my lip I found myself beginning to think there was more to him then just an arrogant and rude leader of the Sky People I once knew.  “I’m not sure yet.  Now do you want to know it or not.  You’ve only got a limited chance before I change my mind.” 

“Tell me, Grounder Girl.” He responded seeing me send him a glare and so he added on the end a please. 

“Cassiopeia.  A cluster of stars in the sky.” 

Tears welled in my eyes hearing my full name come from someone else’s lips other than my mothers.  The way my name sounded from his lips was music to my ears.  “Cassiopeia. But you shorten it by going by Cassio. It all makes sense now.” 

“Yep.” I nodded, clicking my tongue against my lips. 

Bellamy shrugged his shoulders, coming up with a new nickname for me that I hadn’t heard before.  “How about I call you Cassie instead of grounder girl from now on hmm?” 

“I’d like that, Bellamy.” 

The next morning we made our way out of the cold cave and into the woods with the sun barely rising over the trees so it was still dark unless you were walking up in the mountain range.  

The silence that fell between me and the 100 leader wasn’t as awkward or intense as it had been before we had spent the night in that cave.  I wasn’t entirely sure what had formed between us but it was definitely something. 

“So are you going to chain me up when we get back to camp?” I questioned sparing the boy a glance walking directly beside him. 

Bellamy paused before giving his response.  “Yes.  I need to establish some control over the teenagers in my camp.  But with good behavior from you I might lower how many hours you’re locked up if that makes sense.” 

“I understand - get down.” I sharply cried tackling his larger body with my smaller one seeing a spiked tree limb coming down onto us meaning we must have snagged a hidden trap wire somewhere. 

Bellamy grunted from the impact raising his head watching me hovering above his body.  “Cassie! —- nice save.” He blinked seeing the spikey tree a few steps behind us where we were laying on the ground. 

“You’re welcome.” I breathed out in relief knowing my best friend was probably having an easier life than I was right now. 

The Ark 

Glass and mother were simply eating dinner in their apartment complex until they heard a knock at the door.  Glass got up from her chair going to answer the door and was met with Vice Chancellor Marcus Kane.  “Ms. Sorenson.  I need to speak with you about something important if you have time.” 

“Can I know what this is about, sir.  She’s done nothing wrong.” Sonja, her mother came up behind her entering the conversation.  Her mother knew that her daughter wasn’t supposed to still be on the space station but she was.  Now they were just worried they’d try to send her down to the ground like originally planned. 

He responded with his hands in his pockets.  “I’m aware of that, ma’am.” 

“Then why are you here?  What do you want with my daughter if you pardoned her?” Sonja glared at the councilman. 

Kane shook his head.  “I’m not here to arrest her.  I simply need to talk to her about someone.” 

“Who would I know that you need information on so badly?” Glass made a very confused face. 

The vice chancellor replied.  “Cassiopeia Rhodes.  Now may I please come in so we can discuss this privately?” 

“Come in.” Sonja stepped aside but he waited for Glass to move before he stepped inside and locked the door behind himself so no one walking bye would hear what they were about to say. 

[bellarke-events]

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I'll Be Watching - Aftermath

So.... I started a new project 🙃 Just watched the thriller I'll Be Watching staring Beliza, and well, I won't spoil anything for those that have not seen it. But just know when you do I have a fic in drafts I have now started!

So for the bellarke/beliza fandom, when you watch this film, please let me know when you would this story published! I have five days straight to write next week so this is what I will be doing with my spare time when I can grab it.

I'll tag a few bellarke/beliza blogs that I know of, but if you would like to be removed or added please let me know!

@bellamyblake @bellamyblakru @loveforbobandeliza, @april-showers86, @the1oo, @kizo2703, @togetherkru, @natassakar, @m31amanda, @okmcintyre, @jeanie205, @sableu3, @xxawalkinwonderlandxx, @bellarkeselection @ohsupernaturall

[zaenight]

What is the most hardest or scariest part of being a fanfic writer to you?

The most scariest part for me is when im writing for existing characters im always worried i'll get their personalities wrong.

Or scared I'll mix up my Original characters with eachother , with some being similar.

How about you?

[tongue-like-a-razor]

I just realized you’re a fellow The 100 fan! (Rip to what that show could have been 😭) Did you ever write anything for that fandom?

Omg I LOVE The 100 😭 And I’m so appalled by what they did with the last season but we won’t talk about it because it never happened. I have a couple of Bellarkes on the go but they are lengthy series. I’m not sure if there’s much interest in the 100 fanfic anymore since the show ended though 😢 One of them is an instagram series which I actually considered doing for top gun because it was so fun to make haha)

I do have them posted on ao3 but, if there’s enough interest, I can definitely post them here as well.

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

bioluminescence | b. blake

masterlist

summary: season one — you thought all bellamy blake wanted was sex and other women, but when you sneak outside of the camp walls at night, bioluminescent plants are not the only shocking discovery you make, and not everyone is happy about it.

warnings: fluff, swearing, jealousy, mention of sexual themes, (L/N) use, roma

pairing: bellamy blake x reader

word count: 4.1k

Sleep was a rare luxury after you and the other Ark prisoners were sent to Earth, especially since you were all crowded in a small camp surrounding the drop ship. Teenage hormones, anger, violence, and trauma were not a great combination for peace. So, it was either crying, fistfights, or the incessant moans of couples who couldn't keep it in their pants for more than five minutes that usually kept you awake at night.

You were certain it was Bellamy Blake and his two model-looking female companions who were often to blame for that last subject. Although to everyone in the camp, it was very obvious that their relationship was solely physical, neither Roma nor Bree seemed to appreciate when other women talked, interacted with, or even sat near him. Clarke was a heavy target because of her co-leadership with Bellamy. And so were you.

You were within the inner circle, the informal 'Earth council'. You were also handy with a rifle and knowledgeable in tracking, so it wasn't exactly surprising whenever Bellamy took you with him on various missions and hunts. Sometimes though, he would bring you with him even if the task wasn't within your skillset—those were the times you were left feeling a little confused.

Nevertheless, a small friendship sprung from it. You weren't best buddies, but you weren't opposed to each other's company either. That was a big no-no to Roma and Bree and they frequently expressed that fact through passive-aggressive tactics.

This night was no different from others. Thankfully, it was the never-ending fistfights that kept you awake instead of other's carnal endeavours. You opened the flap of your tent and stepped out into the crisp air; autumn was definitely approaching. Hugging your jacket closer to your body, you looked around the camp, unsure of where to wait out the commotion. Everywhere was taken, so you decided a brief walk in the woods wouldn't hurt. Well, you hoped it wouldn't. At least if the Grounders killed you, you would finally get some undisturbed rest.

As you made your way over to one of the fence-wall openings, you ran smack-bang into a barely dressed girl with long brown hair. Roma.

"Watch where you're going, bitch," she spat, scrutinising your appearance from top to bottom.

Ignoring her lovely remark, you eyed her jeans and the way her upper half was only covered by a grey sports bra. "Aren't you cold?"

"Not now I'm not." She smirked, eyes flickering to Bellamy's tent.

You grimaced. I so didn't need to know that.

Right on cue, Bellamy emerged from his tent, fully clothed. He scanned the surroundings before his hardened gaze briefly landed on Roma and then settled on you; it was impossible to miss the way his face softened when your eyes met. Strange.

"Jealous?" she asked, regaining your attention.

"Unlikely."

You brushed past her, though she made an effort to forcefully knock your shoulder and spit another curse at you. Classy.

Bellamy took a step toward you. "Hey—"

But you simply moved past him, continuing toward the wall and saying, "A real gem you've got yourself there."

At least Bree was all bark and no bite.

You could hear him sigh as the distance between you both grew.

Truth be told, you were a little jealous. An unfortunate truth but still a truth all the same. You knew you were beginning to feel something deeper for Bellamy and it was becoming difficult listening to other girls brag about their nights with him. Not like you would ever tell him though—he wasn't a relationship type of guy and as far as you could tell, his feelings for you were platonic.

Never mind. You could settle for his friendship... for now.

You had made it outside the camp walls. At first, you planned on circling the fence for a while, but when your eyes caught on something glowing from the opposite side of a tree, you strayed from your path. Rounding the tree's trunk, you found a glowing neon-pink flower; the species of which you were unsure, but it was beautiful. Then, in your peripheral vision, there was something else lighting up your vision, something blue this time. There was another flower just a few trees away.

And again, you walked over to the strange plant, only to find yourself now on a journey that kept leading to more and more glowing flowers the deeper into the woods you trekked. They were almost everywhere and at this point, you were practically running with an excited grin on your face. In the near distance, numerous radiant colours lit up an area covered by a thick cluster of trees. You wove yourself through branches and leaves, pushing your way into the bright section of the woods.

Once you emerged from the trees, amazement morphed into your expression. You had stepped into a small meadow filled with glowing flowers of various colours that covered the forest floor. There were countless species, but they all shared the same mesmerising radiance. Much to your disbelief, there were even electric blue luminous butterflies that concealed the tree trunks and fluttered in the air.

"Bioluminescence," you whispered to yourself.

It was so beautiful, you could have cried.

Maybe you should just leave the camp and build a hut here. It would certainly beat living with the others.

As you moved further into the small clearing, the butterflies flew closer around you. Holding out an arm, one butterfly tentatively circled your hand before landing in your palm. You laughed in amazement, watching as the small creature curiously crawled across your hand and ticked your skin. Okay, that settled it—you were definitely a Disney princess.

The sound of branches snapping and leaves rustling suddenly pulled you from your amazement; it was coming from where you had entered the clearing. You reached down to your belt only to find the knife holster on it empty. Of course, you didn't bring your knife. You had left the camp's safety and didn't even think to bring a weapon. So stupid.

Before you could reprimand yourself any further, a tall figure emerged from the tree line. The tight dark blue shirt was an easy identifier as to who the figure was. And so were those deep brown eyes.

It was Bellamy. "Woah."

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling your tensed body relax again.

His gaze swept across the vivid tree-encompassed meadow, sharing the same wonderous expression you once had. The overpowering glow from the butterflies turned his tanned skin a light blue, defining the contours of his face and arm muscles. He sort of looked otherworldly.

"What are you doing out here?" you asked.

The incident before you left camp quickly returned to mind and it was evident in the slight irritation etched on your face. He didn't need to respond for you to realise that he had followed you. Great. His little girlfriends were going to have a field day tomorrow if they saw him come after you.

Bellamy's eyes found yours, taking note of your negative reaction. His steps were cautious as he began walking towards you. "I could ask you the same thing."

He stopped in front of you, peering down through a few stray strands of dark brown hair whilst wearing his infamous lazy smirk. No wonder girls were always fawning over him; he was gorgeous, and he damn well knew it too. Even you were falling into the very same trap. Unlike them, though, it was the moments you shared with him when you were alone that conjured your attraction to him. Sure, he was easy on the eyes, but you had also learnt that he was surprisingly a decent human being. More than decent actually, despite how he presented himself to others.

He treated you with respect—a lot more than many others had ever done. You had learnt to trust each other, communicate effectively, and work as a team. Sometimes, you would even find yourselves discussing things that you both intended to keep within till the day you died, things that felt too intimate to share with anyone else.

No matter how much you hated it, you couldn't help but develop feelings for him. Even when it seemed he was preoccupied with other women.

Bellamy eyed you, waiting for the snarky retort he knew you were putting together.

You sighed and turned around, crouching on the floor to inspect one of the neon-pink flowers. "Shouldn't you be teaching Roma and Bree gun handling safety in your tent right now?"

That line was dangerously close to sounding like jealousy and you knew it. You bit your tongue because Lord knows you were most likely to expose your feelings for Bellamy through word vomit.

If only you had been facing him to witness the shame washing through his eyes.

"Funny," he said. "But no. I've got more important things to do."

"Like what? Making sure your best hunting partner doesn't get killed by glowing plants?" you joked, glancing over your shoulder to see his reaction.

It wasn't a grin or smirk like you expected. Not even a little chuckle. Instead, he simply stared at you with this intense look in his eye; it was almost sad but also like he was trying to communicate something to you telepathically.

"Something like that," he murmured.

After those words left his mouth, something about the atmosphere shifted. You suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion and his soul-piercing stare was not helping. There wasn't a wide selection of movies on the Ark, but you had watched them all, including all the romance movies. The only thing you could compare Bellamy's gaze to was Mr. Darcy's in Pride and Prejudice. Reluctance. Longing. It was all there. Had you been completely wrong about his feelings for you? Or were you just imagining it?

The likelihood of Bellamy sharing your same feelings seemed impossible, so you chalked it up to your wishful imagination.

You stood back up, facing him but avoiding making eye contact. "Well, I—uh," you stammered. "I'm not going back. Not yet."

"I didn't come here to take you back."

That made your gaze meet his.

Why did you come then, Bellamy? you thought.

He side-stepped you and you turned to see him wandering deeper into the meadow. He began observing each and every beauty and oddity the small sanctuary held, touching the petals of every flower with a delicateness you had never witnessed before. Soon enough, you felt compelled to join him.

The two of you must have spent an hour in that meadow, inspecting each species of flora, hovering your fingertips through the glowing cusp of each plant as if you could feel its light on your skin, laughing together when a butterfly landed on the tip of your nose. Sometimes you caught Bellamy watching whenever your face lit up with excitement as you discovered something new. He never really looked at what you had found; he just looked at you, but you were too overjoyed to even contemplate why.

You felt like you had entered a dream, protected from the outside world where there were Grounders, war, and bitchy brown-haired girls. Everything real was forgotten, even your unrequited feelings for Bellamy. You just enjoyed his company in this dream and pretended it would last forever.

Somehow, you had both ended up lying on the forest floor side-by-side, surrounded by flowers as you stared up at the starry night sky through the tree crowns. It wasn't as cold as before; you guessed it was because of Bellamy's close proximity to you. One of his hands was behind his head, the other on his stomach. His warmth was radiating off his skin and onto your own.

You could have fallen asleep if you closed your eyes. Probably not the most logical idea though.

Bellamy's quiet, yet deep voice disrupted the silence. "It's just a distraction, you know?"

"Hm?"

"Those girls," he clarified, and you watched as his words turned to mist, carrying into the black sky. "If I focus too much on the fact that I have to control an entire camp of teenagers, fight a war against the Grounders, while taking care of Octavia and y—" he cut himself off, closing his eyes with a sigh. "I just feel like I start to lose myself."

Your focus shifted from the sky to him. Even he didn't seem to be looking at the sky anymore, despite his gaze still being pointed straight upward. He looked lost in his own thoughts. Serious and sombre—much different compared to how they had been just a short while ago.

"Well," you began softly. "We can't have that. You already seem a little rough around the edges, Blake."

A grin slowly formed across his lips and he shook his head. He turned his head to the side, looking down at your smiling expression from where he lay. The weightiness from before had melted from his demeanour. Because of a little distraction.

You had thought those two girls he spent most nights with were there purely for his own physical needs or because his attraction to them was greater than his self-control. Never had you contemplated the fact that it might have been because he was mentally struggling with the hardships of being a leader. Of course, how could you have? He had never told you before now.

Your brows furrowed. "Why tell me?"

The muscles in his jaw clenched and the grin fell from his lips. A sense of seriousness returned but this time it was less heavy. It seemed more like a weight was lifting from his shoulders. Like a declaration. Like a long-awaited confession.

You felt something warm brush against your hand; it gently grazed over your knuckles, lighting a fire beneath your skin. In Bellamy's dark eyes, you could see the reflection of his hand caressing your own and your heart leapt to your throat.

"Why do you think?" he murmured, his eyes flickering between your own, urging you to connect the dots instead of making him say it aloud.

Your lips parted and the crease between your eyebrows deepened. 

Every time he picked you first to be his partner on a mission, every deep conversation you shared when no one else was around—they all had a hidden meaning. All the times his hand brushed against yours as you walked in sync side-by-side, the times you caught him staring at you through a one-hundred-person dense crowd, or the way he would step in front of you as if to shield you whenever there was even a hint of danger—it was all because...

"Oh," you whispered.

"Yeah." His eyes flickered between yours before he turned back to the stars. "And I—I understand if you don't feel the same way; I know I haven't given you much reason to. From those girls to the... the radio, and the culling on the Ark. If I could take—"

His sentence was cut short as you leaned over him, pressing your lips to his. You could feel his pulse racing in his lips. Or was it your own? Probably both. Your hair fell to the side and his mouth started to move against your own. He began to rise, moving you up along with him until you were both kissing in a sitting position.

Bellamy's hand moved to cradle your jaw, his lips slow and tender. Everything felt like it had fallen into place, like this was exactly how things were supposed to be, with his lips on yours in the middle of a fairy-tale-like meadow whilst surrounded by a field of glowing flowers and beautiful winged creatures.

The butterflies weren't just circling you now, they were somehow fluttering around in your stomach too and it felt exhilarating.

Unfortunately, the kiss did have to come to an end at some point. Even so, the warm fluttering in your stomach never ceased. Bellamy had pulled away first, his hands gently falling from your jaw and back into his lap. He was looking at you and at first, you were afraid he would get up and leave, or tell you he had changed his mind. But he didn't. A smile crept across his lips—not a self-satisfied smirk or a tantalising grin, but a genuine smile.

Forget the butterflies; your stomach was doing somersaults now. He found your hand once more and interlocked it with his own in your lap. His thumb drew small circles on the side of your palm almost as if he knew you needed a reminder that this moment was really happening.

"That was my first kiss," you admitted.

His smile became a little nervous. "Was it okay?"

Was it okay? This boy was a little clueless if he couldn't tell that you thoroughly enjoyed having his lips on yours. So, you answered him with another soft peck to his lips, then pulled back again to see his reaction. He chuckled, nodding his head to say he understood.

"We can always come out here to practice if you want," he said, this time with a smirk.

You laughed. "I think that's a good idea."

He tucked a lock behind your ear and gently brushed pieces of hair away from your face. You could feel warmth creeping into your cheeks, turning them a rosy pink. Well, it was probably more of a violet hue due to the intense blue glow from the plants and butterflies. Either way, it still revealed how nervous he made you feel.

"It's getting late. We should probably head back and sleep," you said. Bellamy raised an eyebrow, creating his own little innuendo with your words and your eyes widened. "Not together! Alone, I mean. In separate tents. With clothes... on..." you trailed off, realising you were only digging yourself a deeper hole.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in embarrassment.

He just chuckled and rose to his feet. "Come on, (L/N). Let's go sleep."

You rolled your eyes with a smile as he helped you stand up with him.

For a brief moment, you gave the area one last look, imprinting the memory into your mind. Who could have guessed that when you left the camp walls you would enter a fairy tale of vivid colours and electric butterflies? Or, even more surprising, that Bellamy Blake would later confess his feelings for you? All you had wanted was an escape; instead, you got a dream come true.

Bellamy pressed a hand to your lower back, guiding you with him towards the tree line in comfortable silence.

The walk back to the drop ship was pretty quiet. No more words needed to be said; a conversation that clarified what you two were now could wait for tomorrow when your brains weren't clouded by fatigue and the fresh excitement from confession. Some things hadn't changed though. Bellamy still stole glances at you every now and then, as you did him, earning a nervous smile and blush each time either of you got caught. Your hands alternated from brushing against one another to ever-so-slightly linking pinkies.

Okay, maybe things had changed a little.

You passed each flower that had led you to the meadow and this time, they became less and less as you grew closer to the drop ship. As you came up on the camp walls, the sound of fighting and conversations had died down and was replaced by the faint crackling of dying fires.

Finally, you both stepped through one of the openings and were within the camp. There didn't seem to be anyone awake; with the way the moon was shining down straight overhead, it was clear why. 

Your pinkie fell from Bellamy's and you moved in front of him, taking a few slow steps backwards. "Uh, that's my tent over there," you said, gesturing behind you.

His eyes never left yours as he continued to walk toward you. "Yeah, I know."

"Oh, you know, do you?"

A grin stretched across his lips as he hummed and reached for your waist, pulling you against his body. Your hands wound around his neck, a smile present on your face as he leaned in, his lips mere inches from your own. His lips had just brushed against your own when someone behind you cleared their throat and you both jumped apart.

Bellamy peered beside your head, semi-glaring at the interrupter behind you.

What a surprise it was when you turned around to see Roma, arms crossed—clothes on, thankfully—and looking severely unhappy.

"You have got to be kidding me," she said with a scowl.

Perfect. Great. Absolutely fantastic. Looks like her field day had come early.

No way. You were too tired to deal with this. You gave Bellamy an apologetic glance before attempting to slip away through the gaps between tents. Unfortunately, it wasn't in Roma's best interest to let you off so easily. She caught your wrist and jerked you back toward her.

Bellamy looked like he was about to step in, but you beat him to it.

You tore your wrist from her grasp, words dripping with bitterness as you said, "Never do that again."

For a split second, she looked the slightest bit intimidated, but then quickly covered it up with disdain. Her gaze flickered from you to Bellamy; it was hard to miss the way she straightened her posture and tried to look more presentable for him.

And for a split second of your own, you felt the slightest twinge of fear that Bellamy would change his mind about you and leave with her again. But at that very same moment, he gently grabbed your hand and guided you back to his side, dissipating all your previous worries.

Both you and Roma looked down at your interlocked hands in disbelief.

"Listen, Roma." He sighed, sounding like he was desperately trying to keep his cool. "I think it's best if you and Bree find another tent to sleep in from now on."

Her disbelief turned into pure astonishment. "What? Are you serious?"

Bellamy lightly squeezed your hand.

God, he was putting this girl through the five stages of grief. You almost felt bad. Then you remembered the daily torment she had been putting you through just for existing and the remorse immediately washed away.

"Because of her? She's not even—"

"Choose your next words very carefully," he warned in a dangerously low voice.

Her mouth opened and shut a few times before she realised any insult thrown at you would end badly for her. It's not like Bellamy would hurt her, but he did have power over the camp, so he would probably force her to share a tent with Myles or something. His non-stop babbling would drive her to insanity.

She gave him a defiant look. "What if we don't want to leave?"

"I'll take the tent down and move it somewhere else."

"Then Bree and I will make both your lives a living Hell."

You could hear Bellamy suppress a laugh. "Unlikely," he echoed your previous words.

Roma looked to you as if you could help her case—the audacity. You gave her a sarcastic 'what-can-you-do?' shrug which just enhanced her seething temper. It was obvious that she was getting nowhere and the moment she realised, you swore you could see her ego literally deflating.

She made a short high-pitched noise of frustration and spun around, her hair whipping melodramatically through the air as she practically stomped back to Bellamy's tent. You could hear her call out to the other girl inside, telling her to 'pack her shit' and that they were moving tents. Not long after, the blonde-haired girl emerged from the tent flap holding a bundle of clothes. Roma must have explained to her what happened because they both shot a venomous glare in your direction and then walked off in search of another tent.

You sighed in relief as they disappeared out of sight. You were about to walk back to your own tent, but Bellamy tugged you back to him once more, his arms wrapping around your torso as your hands fell on his chest.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I thought she'd handle it better."

You fiddled with the material of his shirt, half-smiling. "I told you she was a gem."

"Yeah." He chuckled. "My taste of women has been a little... questionable."

Your hands moved up to his shoulders, pulling your body up against his. His fingertips grazed the exposed skin of your waist, sending a wave of goosebumps across your body.

"You should really try breaking that trend."

He had that same intense look in his eye as when you were both in the meadow. This time it didn't hold any sadness or longing, but rather a sense of finality and affection, like his greatest wish had finally come true—that would make two of you. One of his hands moved to cup your cheek, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb as his face grew closer to yours.

The heart thumping in your chest almost gave out as you reflexively leaned further into his warm embrace.

"I already have," he murmured before his soft lips descended upon yours.

And the butterflies returned.

[missyourflight]

I can't tell you how much I love Tender Is My Heart- it's an incredible story, and I am so grateful you shared it. I have a question, and I'm not sure if it entirely even makes sense, but here goes: I know that the story isn't set in our world, exactly, but if it were, there are some things that suggest it takes place in the late 1980s or early 90s, I think. On the other hand, the Maxtape has songs from more recent years. This is absolutely not a complaint or criticism, I adore the Maxtape and don't think it's important when the songs are from, I was just wondering if you did really have a specific era in mind when you wrote the story? If it is set in the late 80s/early 90s, I was wondering if the friends in London that Daniel refers to might have been sick with HIV (and that's why they died- because there was no effective treatment yet).

I hope this question doesn't bother you- it's also possible the answer is in Never Let Me Go, which I'm not familiar with but which I should probably read! I truly loved your story. Thank you again :)

hello, thanks for this 🫀

i think the film adaptation of NLMG is more explictly set in the 80s/90s than the novel is and that was part of the appeal of an au honestly - i love clone stories and thought it would be an interesting way in to write about like, max's ~relationship with his body, but also, loading daniel up with every 90s dreamboat characteristic like some unholy combo of AJ from empire records/bob morley in his home and away era (not the 90s but the heart wants what it wants)/heath ledger in 10 things i hate about you etc...

once i had that setting then i did think about why daniel would have washed up at the end of the pier in this small seaside town and why he would have left london. like, i don't think it's a stretch to imagine that the conservative govt of the 80s and 90s would not have made HIV/AIDS research a priority even in an alternative universe with advanced clone medicine - same thing with max not having gay sex acknowledged in sex ed, that's a nod to section 28 (legislation which banned ~the promotion of homosexuality in UK schools until it was revoked in 2003).

so i thought a lot about it and it's part of the backstory i imagined for daniel in this story but like - idk i felt sort of weird/bad/cheap/conflicted about using that as an element in what is ultimately a fanfiction about what if a racecar driver was a clone, y'know? i don't know if i got that right!

annnnd re: the maxtape i settled on "sort of nebulously mid-90s" (which just about tracks with the NLMG movie timeline, if you think of this happening a few years after kathy's story there) but there's a few songs on there that are pushing it lol

[slytherinbarnes]

Sub Rosa [12]

xii. we are grounders, pt 1

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: language, Murphy gets revenge (there are nooses involved), hanging, fighting, violence.

Summary: Murphy is on the war path, seeking revenge, and more than a few people get caught in the crossfire. 

a/n: this is going up later than I intended today, but when I went to my drafts to publish it, it was gone and I had to reupload everything all over again. but anyways, thank you to everyone who has been reading! you are all my lil la lunes, and I love seeing your comments and reblogs so much. please enjoy, PART ONE OF THE SEASON ONE FINALE! also yes, the taglist is OPEN!

previous chapter // season masterlist // series masterlist

You run through the woods, leaves and branches reaching out to grab you, tearing at your skin and clothes. Up ahead you can see a head of golden hair, shining in the moonlight. You call out to her, desperate. “Clarke! Clarke, I’m right here! I’m behind you!”

She stops running and she turns, giving you a hard look. You stop dead in your tracks, forgetting the Grounders that were at your back just moments before. Clarke’s expression slowly changes, mouth now pulling into a sinister smile. Her eyes shift behind you before sliding back to yours, and she mutters. “Got ya!”

When the hand touches your shoulder, you scream.

You practically fly out of the bed, sweating, breath coming out in quick gasps. You push your hand over your fluttering heart, telling yourself that it’s not real. It’s just a dream. It takes you a few minutes to calm down, but when you do, you are reminded of where you are and the nightmarish reality that you now exist in.

You know yourself well enough to know that sleep is not returning to you, so you look around the empty tent, find your boots and pull them on. As you step out into the night air, you look for the moon, finding it low in the sky. You walk through the camp, looking for a few familiar faces, smiling when you finally find one near the outside wall. Octavia looks up as you approach, and she smiles. “Hey sleepyhead.”

“How long was I out for?”

“Only a few hours.”

You nod, “Good. I was starting to worry I lost a day.” You look around, watching as she swings a branch and tosses it onto a small structure, forming a roof. “What’s going on?”

“Bellamy’s got us working overtime to get the camp ready. Setting landmines, making foxholes.” She looks over at a guard leaned up against a tree, fighting against his closing eyelids. “He’s working us until we drop.”

“I better chip in then.” She shrugs, but you start lifting branches and adding them to her foxhole. She watches you closely, trying to get a read on you. You let out a quiet sigh and meet her eyes. “I’m okay, I promise. I just...freaked out at the idea of leaving Clarke to die. It was stupid and I put us all in danger. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize to me.” A grin splits her face, and you know she’s being genuine. You both start to work on the foxhole again when she adds, “Me, Jasper, and Raven are going back out in the morning to look for them, if you want to come.”

“Of course.”

You both exchange a smile and work in silence until Bellamy’s voice approaches from behind. “Come on. These foxholes aren't gonna build themselves.” You watch as he walks past you, heading for Raven and Jasper. “Better hope those landmines work. All the gunpowder we're wasting, we could be making more grenades.”

Raven quips over her shoulder, “You want to come over here and test one?”

“Cute.” You don’t need to be looking at him to know he’s rolling his eyes and tossing her a glare. “I need this entire section mined by morning. Then you finish the south field.”

He turns, and she jumps up from her spot. “Hey!” She closes the space between them, voice dropping. “I told you, we're going after Finn, Clarke, and Monty in the morning.”

“And I told you, nobody leaves this camp.”

You pause, watching as he turns away from her again. Raven’s voice rises. “I'm talking to you! We can't just abandon our people. You want to lead them, show them you give a damn.”

Bellamy is cut off by a gunshot from somewhere behind you. You and Octavia instinctively duck, and when you turn, you see the sleepy guard from before standing and looking around confused. Bellamy bears down on him in seconds. “What the hell is the matter with you?”

“I'm sorry, man. I fell asleep. I've been on watch all day.”

“We've all been on watch all day!” Bellamy grabs Sterling, shaking him, and you cringe, aware that you are the exception. “That bullet was one less dead Grounder.”

Beside you, Octavia glares at him. “Bell, you're scaring people.”

“They should be scared!” He shoves Sterling away, releasing him, and turns as he addresses the others. “The bomb on the bridge bought us some time to prepare, but that time is up! The Grounders are out there right now, waiting for us to leave and picking us off one by one when we do! Clarke, Finn, and Monty are gone, probably dead.” You shudder, looking over and meeting Raven’s eyes, and you know she’s fighting back grief too. Bellamy’s hysteria grows as he finishes, “If you want to be next, I can't stop you, but no guns are leaving this camp! This camp is the only thing keeping us alive! Get back to work!”

Octavia turns to you, eyes pleading, and you know what she’s asking for. “Bell?”

He turns, surprised to hear the sound of your voice, eyes meeting yours. You jump down from your spot beside Octavia, closing the space between you. You grab his arm to lightly pull him away, and he follows. You feel his eyes search your face. “How long have you been out here?”

“Not long.” When you reach his tent, you duck and pull him inside. “Bellamy, are you okay?”

You watch him tense, the muscle in his jaw clenching. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not.” You push him backwards, towards his bed. “You need to rest.”

He pushes back against you, “I’ll rest after-”

“No.” His brows lift, surprised at the force behind your words. “You’ll rest now, and I’ll keep an eye on things until you wake up.”

He hesitates, and you push him backwards again, urging. “It’s only for a few hours, okay? You’re no good to us exhausted.”

He sighs, dropping back onto the bed. “Only for a few hours.”

“Exactly. I’ve got it.”

He nods, and you duck out of the tent, and head back to the wall. When you get there, Octavia meets your eyes, and you nod to let her know it’s handled. She smiles in thanks. You step over to Sterling, who is now watching the perimeter, eyes wide. You put a hand on his shoulder, and he jumps. ”Sterling?”

“Yeah?”

“Go get some rest.”

He shakes his head so hard you hear his neck crack. “Bellamy said-”

“I know what Bellamy said. And I’m telling you to get some rest. I’ll finish out your shift.” 

His eyes scan your face, skeptical, searching for any signs of deceit. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You grab his gun, lifting it from his hands. “Now go.”

He stands and jogs off before you can change your mind, though you have no plan to. You settle down into the spot he just vacated, searching the woods for any signs of Grounders, or your sister.

-

The sky lightens with the early signs of dawn, and you stand from your spot just as the next guard relief arrives. You pass Harper the gun before heading over to Octavia. “I’m gonna go check on Bellamy and the rest of the camp. See if he’s in a better mood for a rescue mission. Can you hold things down out here?”

“Sure.”

You head towards the camp, stopping to grab something to drink on the way. You stand there rehydrating and checking out the camp, making sure everyone is working hard to keep the Grounders out. You turn when you hear someone exit the dropship, and you are unsurprised to come face to face with Bellamy. You can tell that the few hours of sleep did him well; the bags under his eyes aren’t nearly as deep, and some of his earlier tension is now gone. He seems annoyed as he approaches, but he tries to hide it behind a smile, which you return. “Feeling any better?”

“Yes.” He dips a cup into the water and surveys the camp at work. “Are they making any progress out there?”

“They finished most of the foxholes and mined the section you wanted. Now they’re over in the south field.”

“Good.”

You nod towards the dropship, “What were you doing in there?”

He gives a sharp shake to his head. “Nothing. Just talking to Jasper.”

As you open your mouth to answer, Murphy’s voice crackles through the radio, “No, it's not. You know what'll happen to me if you tell Bellamy.”

You and Bellamy exchange a glance and he starts to walk towards the dropship, lifting the radio to ask, “Tell Bellamy what?”

“Murphy has a gun. He killed Myles.” Jasper’s voice rushes out in a panic.

There’s a brief second where a weight hangs in your stomach, and you just know something is about to happen. You take off towards the dropship, passing Bellamy, who lifts the radio again. “Murphy, what the hell are you doing?”

Just as you reach the dropship, it starts to creak. You turn to look at Bellamy, whose face is frozen in horror. He shakes his head, calling your name before you make a split second decision and jump inside. You can hear Bellamy’s voice growing softer as the door closes, screaming your name and Murphy’s.

You take a deep breath and creep around the hanging parachute, keeping an eye out for Murphy or Jasper. As you step around the parachute and into the light, you reveal yourself to the open room, right next to Murphy. You both hesitate in surprise when you lock eyes, before jumping into action. You reach out for the gun, grabbing it and trying to wrestle it from his grasp, but he uses your momentum to swing the gun up, catching you in the chin. You feel your teeth clatter together but you push through, swinging an arm out and catching him near his eye. He grunts in pain and swings the gun again, but this time you duck and dodge it. As you come up, he lands a kick to your stomach, knocking the breath out of you and making contact with your old knife wound from Lincoln.

You feel the wound stretch and you wince, hoping the last healing parts are not reopened. As you try to stand and get back to Murphy, he closes the space between you and swings the butt of the gun, making contact with your skull. Pain explodes and spreads throughout your head, and stars swim in your vision. As the world goes dark, you watch Murphy lift the radio and mutter, “You try to be a hero, they die.”

-

Your senses come back to you slowly. 

The pain in your head is the first to arrive, and you try to lift a hand to press against it, only to find both of your hands tied securely behind your back. A pole digs into your spine, and something presses against your tongue, gagging you. You open your eyes, blinking against the pain, and you hear a muffled sound beside you. You make eye contact with Jasper, and relief flashes across his face. You give him a weak smile, assuring him you’re okay. 

Outside, you can hear Octavia yelling, “Murphy! Murphy, if you even touch them, I swear to God, you're dead.”

Murphy scoffs from somewhere in front of you, and you force yourself to lift your head and look at him. He gives you a sinister smile as he quips, “Well, well, well, look who’s awake.”

You yell against your gag and fight against your restraints, trying to tell him every terrible thing you want to do to him, but the only sound that comes out is muffled yelling. His smirk only grows, “They’ll be plenty of time for that later. For now…”

He lifts his hand, shaking the radio, and on cue, Bellamy’s voice enters the room. “Come on, Murphy. You don't want to hurt them. You want to hurt me. So what do you say? How about you trade them for me?”

“No.” You yell against the muffle, hoping Bellamy is catching what you’re saying. Not you for me. 

Bellamy’s voice is almost pleading when he asks again. “All you have to do is let them go, and I'll take their place.”

Beside you, Jasper shakes with a quiet sob, and Murphy turns his smirk on him. “How?”

“Simple. You open the door, I walk in, they walk out.”

Murphy pauses for a second, thinking, before he stalks towards Jasper. Jasper shrinks away from him, but Murphy pulls him to his feet, muttering, “Just you.” Murphy drags him to the door and you hear it creak open, but you can’t see it from where you’re tied up. He yells, “Just you, Bellamy! Unarmed. Ten seconds, or I'll put one in Jasper's leg. One…”

You sit with baited breath, hoping Bellamy changed his mind. But as soon as Murphy gets halfway through his countdown, Bellamy announces his arrival. “I'm here.”

You hear feet ascend the ramp, and the parachute being pulled to the side. A second later you hear feet stumble down, and a quiet thud before the dropship door rises again. You wiggle against your restraints, as a soft voice whispers your name. You yell against the gag, before a pair of feet run towards you and kneel into your view moments later. Concern is written across his face, and he reaches up to brush the bruise that is already forming on your chin. His eyes flash with anger, and he lifts his eyes to Murphy behind you. “You said them for me!”

“Yeah, well, I lied.” Murphy kicks at your feet and you struggle to reach him, as Bellamy starts to leap towards him. Murphy lifts his gun and you and Bellamy freeze in place. “Besides, what’s the King without the Queen?”

“Murphy, just let her go. She has nothing to do with this, it’s between you and me.”

He lifts the gun higher, and takes a step back. “Shut up and grab those seatbelts over there. Tie two nooses.”

You feel your blood run cold, and your stomach sinks. Bellamy’s eyes shift to you, and you can feel the tension radiating off him. “Murphy, just listen to me-”

A shot rings through the air, cutting him off. “I said shut up!” He swings the gun towards you, aiming at your head. “Start tying.”

Bellamy lifts his hands in surrender, slowly, and then reaches for the seatbelts. As he ties, Murphy nods. “That's good. Do what I said.”

Octavia’s voice crackles through the radio, “Bellamy? Bellamy! Are you guys okay?”

Murphy lifts the radio and nods towards the belts, urging Bellamy to tie. He complies, and Murphy presses the button, allowing Bellamy to speak. “I'm fine. Just a misfire. Now stop worrying about me and get back to work, all of you...And tell Raven to hurry her ass up.”

Your brows furrow at the mention of Raven, and your eyes shift over to Bellamy. He meets yours for a fraction of a second, but you don’t miss the nearly imperceptible nod at the question in your eyes. You feel relief for half of a second before Murphy gestures to the metal that criss crosses the ceiling. “All right. Now get up and toss them over, facing each other.”

Bellamy tosses one, then the next, before turning to face Murphy. “What do you want me to say? You want me to apologize? I'm...I'm sorry.”

“You got it all wrong, Bellamy. I don't want you to say anything. I want you to feel what I felt, and then I want you to watch her die. And then...then I want you to die.” Murphy drags over a stool, and gestures to the noose. “Stand on it. Put it over your head.”

You fight against the restraints, yelling and screaming as Bellamy yells, “This is insane. The Grounders could…”

Bellamy trails off when Murphy swings the gun towards you, and you grow still. He steps onto the stool and stares at the noose, before looking at you. You shake your head, hard, tears starting to fall. I don’t want him to die, I don’t want to watch him die. Let me take his place. 

Murphy presses the gun to your temple. “Put it over your head.”

Bellamy complies, and Murphy pulls out a knife and presses it to your throat. You calm any struggle in your body, pulling away from the blade. Bellamy watches as Murphy pulls off your gag and frees your wrists before dragging you to your feet, and shoving you over to the other noose. You stumble and pause beneath it, glancing at Murphy, who points the gun at Bellamy. You scramble onto the stool and pull the noose over your head and around your neck. 

Bellamy pulls Murphy’s attention away from you, and back to him. “Happy now?”

“You're so brave, aren't you?” He grabs the lead to Bellamy’s noose, and tugs lightly. “I mean, you came in here thinking you're just gonna turn this whole thing around, that you were stronger than me, and maybe one of your friends would come and help you. Well, what are you thinking now, Bellamy? Hmm?”

The two boys glare at each other before Murphy yanks the lead harder, and Bellamy struggles to put his fingers between the noose and his neck. You can hear him choking a little and you start to struggle. Murphy turns to smirk at you, and he yanks hard on Bellamy’s lead, choking him harder, as he scolds you. “Quiet.”

You watch Bellamy’s feet teeter on his stool as Murphy scoffs. “You know, I’ve got to hand it to you, Bellamy. You got 'em all fooled. They actually look up to you, almost as much as they look up to the twins. Yeah, well, we know the truth, don't we? You're a coward. I learned that the day you kicked out the crate from beneath me.”

“I should have stopped them.”

Murphy lets out a bitter laugh, “Yeah, it's a little late for that now.”

“You think they're just gonna let you walk out of here?”

“Well, I think the princess is dead…” He trails off and turns to you, smiling. “And the Queen is soon to follow. And I know the King's about to die, so who's really gonna lead these people, huh? Me, that's who, and, yeah, maybe I'll have to kill your Grounder pounding little sister…”

Bellamy struggles against the restraints and Murphy pulls the lead so hard that Bellamy’s feet lift off the stool. You panic and scream out, “Stop! Stop you stupid asshole!”

He lets Bellamy drop and he turns to you. Bellamy struggles to catch his breath and he whispers your name as a warning, but you let your anger carry you, and hope it’ll be enough to distract Murphy and keep Bellamy safe. “Bellamy, I told you that you should have taken care of Murphy because he was gonna get tired of taking orders!” You glare down at Murphy as he approaches your lead and you ignore your fear. “Because cockroaches don’t ever stop being cockroaches. And Murphy will never be more than scum of the earth!”

He yanks your lead and you feel your body rise and your hands lift to your neck to pull the noose off your airway as your feet scramble to find purchase on the stool beneath you. You faintly register the sound of Bellamy yelling, but your body ignores everything other than the strangled pull of breath in and out of your body. Murphy drops your lead and you struggle for breath, locking eyes with Bellamy as you hear a scream in shock down below, and Murphy smiles. “That must be your sister right now.”

He fires blindly into the ground, and Bellamy screams in anger before locking eyes with you again. You see something you can’t name flash over his face and he starts to open his mouth, but you know you have to beat him to it. “Bellamy, I’m sorry I got you into this and I’m sorry that the curse reached you too.”

He looks confused, but you hope it’s enough for him when you’re gone, because you see a look flash across Murphy's face, and you know the end is near. He stalks over to you and kicks your stool from beneath you, and you feel the air leave your body in a rush. Your hands lift to your neck again as you struggle to pull the noose free, and Bellamy’s screams of anger tear through the dropship. Murphy smirks at you and stalks closer, “Using your hands is a cheat. Mine were bound, remember?”

He reaches out to push your hands away and you kick blindly, feeling your foot make contact with something as he groans in pain. You are given only a second of reprieve before your arms are yanked harshly behind you and snapped together with the belts before you can fight him off again. You hear Bellamy’s rage grow more desperate and you think you register the faint sound of another stool hitting the ground. But all you can think about is your father, your mother, and your sister. The Griffin Family back together again. Stars dance at your vision, swimming all around you, and you think of Orion and how Artemis put him in the sky forever. You smile as you plunge through the stars and into the darkness. 

-

The world comes back to you with the long pull of oxygen that enters your lungs.

The dropship, your hands at your back, the limp lead of the noose beside you, and a freckled face boy yelling your name in relief. He pulls you to his chest as an explosion rocks the dropship, and he pulls away to whisper. “I’ll be right back, I promise.”

Another dark haired angel pulls you into their arms, and you squeeze an arm around her limply, letting your strength return to you bit by bit. You finally pull away and sit up, and Octavia’s face is split into a huge grin. You smile back, and she pulls you into another hug, which you return. She pulls back when the radio on her belt starts to speak. “All gunners! We got movement outside the south wall!”

You both stand as Bellamy runs past you with Jasper. You and Octavia follow, feet hitting the ground when Miller yells, “Wait! Hold your fire! Clarke and Finn! Open the gate!”

“Clarke?” The gate slides open and she runs in, her eyes scanning everyone until they find you. You take off running towards her, colliding in a hug as tears fall down your face. “I thought you were dead. I thought I was alone!”

She pulls away, shaking her head, tears streaming down her face too. “You’re never alone.”

You smile and she smiles back, but the look drops as her eyes find your neck. She reaches up to touch it as Finn asks, “We heard an explosion. What happened?”

“Murphy happened.”

You can tell Clarke wants to say something, but Finn cuts in. “Clarke, we need to leave, now. All of us do. There's an army of Grounders, unlike anything we've ever seen, coming for us right now. We need to pack what we can and run.”

Your eyes jump from Finn to Clarke, and she nods in confirmation that he’s telling the truth. You feel fear creep into your body at the thought of more death. 

“Like hell we do. We knew this was coming.”

“Bell, we're not prepared.”

“And they're not here yet. We still have time to get ready. Besides, where would we go? Where would we be safer than behind these walls? This is our home now. We built this from nothing with our bare hands! Our dead are buried behind that wall in this ground! Our ground! The Grounders think they can take that away. They think that because we came from the sky, we don't belong here. But they're yet to realize one very important fact: We are on the ground now, and that means we are Grounders!”

All around you, the teenagers yell in agreement, but Clarke steps away from you, shaking her head. “Bellamy's right. If we leave, we may never find a place as safe as this. And God knows, in this world, we could be faced with something even worse tomorrow. But that doesn't change the simple fact that if we stay here, we will die tonight. So pack your things. Just take what you can carry, now.”

You open your mouth to protest, but she gives you a look that tells you not to argue. She glances at your neck again, and asks, “Where is he?”

“Gone.”

She starts to reply, but her gaze lifts over your head to something behind you, her brows furrowing. You hear a cry of pain follow. “Help me!”

You turn and see Raven limping towards you, and you all jump into action. Finn reaches her first and scoops her off her feet, taking her into the dropship. Jasper confirms the question Clarke is about to ask with a whisper. “Murphy shot her.”

Clarke nods and follows Finn into the dropship. You and Bellamy stand outside for a moment, in silence. You turn to him and smirk, “Ten minutes ago Murphy had us hanging up like smoked meats. Now we’re running from Grounders.” He turns to you and you can tell from the glare on his face that he doesn’t think your joke is funny, but it drops when he sees your neck. You reach up to touch it. “That bad, huh? Stopped you and Clarke dead in your tracks.”

His jaw clenches and his voice is seething with quiet fury. “If I ever see him again, I’ll kill him.”

“Not if I kill him first.”

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To be continued...

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Madness Chapter 5

A/N: WOW Its been a bit since I updated this. I have been HEAVILY on my Mitch Rapp bullshit but I am getting the muse back for this. Going to post the rest of the chapters up tonight, then tomorrow you guys get book two! Also if you wanna be tagged in this story tell me! 

Description: Calliope Kane never meant to get caught. But when she did she was sent to the ground to help The 100. Now that she’s here, will she survive?

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Calliope's eyes flew open as she felt herself being shaken awake. Looking around, she noticed Octavia's face with a small smile in front of her. "Cal you need to come see this." Octavia said running out of the tent.

Forgoing her pants and shoes in a hurry, Callie ran out of the tent and to the crowd that had gathered looking up at the sky. Most were in various states of undress as they were all woken up or were about to go to bed. Looking up at the night sky, the redhead saw what everyone was looking at. One single streak of light was flying down after entering the atmosphere. It was too small to be a drop ship, but it was big enough to have supplies.

"Octavia..you know what this means." Callie said smiling at the girl. "It means we need to go." The brunette said nodding back. Callie turned around to head back to her tent when she ran right into the bare chest of the last person she had wanted to see.

Steadying her arms, Bellamy looked down at Callie as she got her bearings and stared up at him. His jaw clenched when he noticed the bandage on her neck,a reminder of their ordeal that had happened hours earlier. He noticed that she was half dressed and moved to say something when he noticed her eye catch who had walked up behind him.

"Wow Bellamy, that's like what the fourth girl you've had this week? You should open a brothel." Callie said rolling her eyes and stepping back. Feeling Octavia come stand next to her, Callie crossed her arms and tried to keep a blank face.

"Everyone is ready. We should head out." She said with a determined look on her face. Bellamy shook his head as he started to go back to the tent. "No. We wait till dawn, it's too dangerous right now." Callie saw his sister move in front of him as she stopped him from heading back to his tent. "Bellamy it cleared the ridge. Anyone within a 40 mile radius saw that come down. We need to go."

"No, what we need to do is keep people alive. I said we wait till morning." He snapped back at her while he stalked off. Callie looked at Octavia and shook her head, knowing it was a lost cause. Heading back to her own tent, Callie noticed Belamy sneaking out of his tent before vanishing into the dark.

"Now what are you up to, Blake." She said quietly to herself as she headed back to her own tent. Grabbing her jeans, Callie threw them on and laced up her boots before grabbing her jacket and knives and heading out. Running into Octavia, Callie had to put her hands on the girls shoulders before she fell over.

The brunette looked Callie up and down and raised her eyebrows. "Where are you off to in a hurry Ms. Kane." Octavia said with a laugh. Looking towards the area of the words her brother vanished into Callie sighed. "Your brother left. I'm going after him." \

Callie looked at Octavia while she rubbed her eyes and groan before looking around. "God I knew he was going to pull some shit like this. I'm coming with you." Calliope shook her head and held her hand out. "No way. I need you here to make sure chaos doesn't come down on us all because of his bad choices. It will be quicker for me to catch up with him anyways." The redhead smiled down at the girl before stepping back.

"I'll bring him back. Can't promise it will be in one piece, but I'll bring him back." She said laughing as she headed off into the woods.

Bellamy was stomping through the underbrush, trying to push the thoughts of what he was going to find from his mind. He knew as soon as that ship came down that he needed to get to it before anyone else, but he also saw the look on Callie's face when he said they wouldn't go till morning. She knew it was a lie, yet did nothing to stop him.

He knew this was stupid. He should just turn around and go back to camp, what was he going to do, kill whoever was in the pod and take the radio? Bellamy shook his head while walking trying to avoid the tree branches that were hanging down. He could barely shoot Jaha let alone another person.Finally coming across the pod that had landed he ran over and opened the door. Realizing that someone was in it, Bellamy thanked whatever god was out there that they were knocked out. Cutting the wires from the radio, he chucked the device into the water and started heading back to camp.

Callie had caught up to Bellamy about two hours after leaving camp. Once she caught sight of him she stayed back a little bit because she didn't want him seeing her, though he seemed like he was in a world of his own. Realize this was the only time she was going to get to talk to him, Callie stepped out.

"Bellamy." She yelled watching him tense up and turn around. A look of worry flashed across his face as he saw her come closer and Callie wondered what the hell was going on. "What the fuck are you doing? You tell us to wait till morning then you decide to take a nightly stroll in the woods." Callie said crossing her arms at him. "You know how dangerous it is out here yet you didn't think to ask for some help?"

"Go back to camp Cal. It's not safe." Bellamy said before turning around and walking in the other direction. Callie had to stifle a laugh as she grabbed him arm making him look at her.

"You can NOT be serious right now. You lie to all of us about waiting till dawn and then you go off on your own and now you have the nerve to tell me it's not safe?" The redhead said with a shocked look on her face. "You have been lying to all of us and its time that you finally started telling the truth."

Bellamy groaned rubbing his hands over face before letting out a yell. "God Calliope why are you so fucking annoying?" He yelled at her. "You seriously can't leave things alone can you. What I'm doing is none of your damn business how about that." Bellamy said stepping closer to her.

Callie crossed her arms and shook her head. "Well it's kind of hard to mind my own business when you keep lying to me and to everyone else at camp." Callie ran a hand through her hair before her hands rested on her hips. "What did you do that you're so terrified of whatever is in that pod."

"I shot Jaha."

Bellamy spoke so low that Callie almost didn't hear him. "Excuse me? Did you just say you shot Jaha?" She said her eyes going wide. That can't be true. She had JUST talked to him before she was loaded into the drop ship. "Wait..is he dead.." She whispered to him trying to spook him. Shaking his head, Bellamy closed his eyes.

"I don't know. I just shot him and ran..it was the only way I could get on the drop ship Callie. I had to protect my sister. I couldn't let her come down here alone." He said pleading to her. Bellamy knew she knew how much he cared for his sister.

Callie's hands went to her head as she tried to steady her breathing and backed up against a tree. She honestly had no clue what she should say to his admission as she never thought that he would do something like this. She couldn't get any words out though because at that moment a familiar blonde head crashed through the bushes.

Stomping over to Bellamy, Clarke pushed him as hard as she could with a look of rage on her face. "Where is it." Bellamy gave the girl a smirk as he caught his bearings.

"Hey princess, taking a walk in the woods?"

"They are getting ready to kill 300 people up there." Clarke said her voice raising. "Your people. We need the radio to stop them."

Bellamy shook his head, the grin falling from his face. "I don't know what you're talking about." Clarke let out a scream of frustration before turning back to him. "Bellamy they are going to kill them if we don't let them know that we are down here."

"Wait Bellamy. Like Bellamy Blake?" Callie had looked away from the scene that was unfolding till she heard an unfamiliar voice. Looking back over, she noticed a short girl with long dark hair clinging to Finn. "They are looking everywhere for you." The girl said with a smirk.

"Wait why?" Clarke asked turning back to Bellamy, finally noticing Callie standing behind him. "He shot Chancellor Jaha." The black haired girl said shrugging. She caught Callie's eye for a second before turning back to Finn.

"So that's why you took the wristbands. All that whatever the hell we want shit was just so you could save your sorry ass." Finn said. Bellamy muttered something as he started walking away. Callie sighed and turned to follow him when the brunette girl streaked past her.

"Hey shooter, where's my radio." The girl yelled as Finn tried to get her attention. "Raven wait."

"Get out of my way." Bellamy muttered as he tried to go past her. Raven stood her ground though and kept going. She was stubborn, Callie had to give her that. "I should've killed you when I had the chance." He said stepping close to her.

Callie was about to speak up and say something when Raven yelled first. "Well I'm right here. Why don't you finish the job." Before anyone could react, Bellamy had Raven shoved up against tree and she had her knife pointing at him.

"You guys enough!" Callie yelled coming forward. Walking over to where Raven and Bellamy were, Callie sighed. "Bell, let her go. Now." Bellamy sighed finally letting the girl go and turning to the group.

"Jaha deserved to die. You all know that." Bellamy said. Callie could see a pleading look in his eye and felt sorry for him.

"Look, he's not my favorite person but he isn't dead." Raven said to Bellamy's shocked face. "You're a lousy shot." She said shrugging her shoulders.

Callie stepped forward and placed a hand on Bellamy's arm. "Don't you see what this means..you're not a murderer. You did what you needed to do to protect Octavia. Any of us in your position would of. But you have to tell us where the radio is so we can help."

Bellamy faced Callie and wanted so bad to just believe her, trust those beautiful green eyes and know that everything was going to be okay. But he knew it wouldn't "It's too late." He said slowly pointing towards the river.

The group looked for over an hour before Finn yelled that he found the radio. Pulling it out of the water, Clakre hurried over to Raven as she sat down and tried to see if it could work. "Do you think we can use it?" The blonde asked as Raven chewed on her lip.

"Probably but it's going to take at least a few days to dry the parts out." Raven said "Dammit." Came out of her mouth as she tried to figure out what to do next.

"300 people are going to die because of you. Are you happy now?!" Clarke yelled at Bellamy. Callie laid her hand on his arm to try and keep him calm. Before anyone could respond Raven spoke up.

"Wait, they just need to see that we are down here right?" Clarke nodded not knowing where she was going with this.

"I have an idea." Raven said smiling.

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"We have to get these flares ready to go and launched in the next few minutes or we are going to be too late." Callie said to Clarke as they watched the kids get everything loaded up to go. The bonfire they built was going high and the homemade rocket launchers were almost ready to go. Callie had to hand it to Raven, she was a smart girl. She just prayed this would work.

Standing by as the delinquents lit the flares off, Callie couldn't help but admire how pretty it looked. Feeling someone come up beside her she didn't look over. "Do you think they can see it from up there? " Bellamy asked

"I hope so..do you think you can wish on this kind of shooting start." Callie asked laughing a bit looking at Bellamy.

"I wouldn't even know what to wish for." He said throwing a smirk towards her. "What about you?" Callie just shook her head and looked back up at the sky. Her wish didn't matter anymore.

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Callie was tossing back and forth when she heard her tent flap open. Looking towards the opening she saw Bellamy with tired eyes coming in. He looked surprised that she was looking back at him. "You're awake."

Sitting up, the girl brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "Well yeah, trying to sleep when you're worried about 300 people who might die is kind of hard to do." Callie said quietly. Bellamy seemed like he was going to say something else before clearing his throat.

"Have you seen Octavia? I haven't seen her since we got back to camp." Callie's eyes showed some panic when he said the girl was missing. Getting out of bed, she quickly grabbed her pants and shoes and threw them on.

"Come on. I'll help you look for her." The redhead said putting her jacket on and moving her hair out from inside it. Bellamy looked a little shocked that she was so willing to help him. "I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for Octavia, so don't get any ideas." She said walking out of the tent.

When they searched the whole camp, Bellamy and Callie had to face the fact that the brunette girl wasn't there anymore. Gathering around the kids that were up, Bellamy faced everyone. "Listen up! My sister has been out there alone for 12 hours. Everyone arm up..we aren't coming back without her." Callie looked over and saw Clarke had come up beside her. Going over to the pile, Callie grabbed the axe and made sure her knives were with her. Feeling Bellamy come up beside her, Callie looked up and him and became confused at the look on his face.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked her as he put a hand on the axe she had. "I"m getting ready to go with you. Duh." She said with a small smile

Bellamy shook his head making her put the axe down. "No. Out of the question. I don't need you out there for me to worry about too." He said staring at her. Callie stood up straight and looked at him. Cocking her head to the side she stepped a little closer to him.

"Well, well, well. Is the great Bellamy Blake actually worried about me?" She asked quietly. "Better be careful Blake, people might think you have a heart." Callie stepped so close to him that her lips brushed ear. Beallmy tensed up as he felt the pressure from her hand on his arm and all of a sudden he wanted nothing more than to take her behind the drop ship and press her close to him. But he had a job to do, and he didn't want to have to worry about both Callie and Octavia.

"You're not coming with Calliope. That's final." Bellamy said harshly as Callie looked at him with a shocked look on her face.

"You should know by now that I don't take orders from anyone. Least of all you." She said backing up. Picking up the axe she started walking towards the party that was leaving. "You coming?" Bellamy sighed and grabbed his bag as they headed out. This girl was going to give him a heart attack one day.

Callie was heading out to the gate when she noticed everyone looking up at the sky in awe. Turning, her heart dropped as she saw hundreds of shooting stars streak across the blackness. "It didn't work..." She said softly as her eyes filled up with tears. Bellamy looked over at her and raised a brow at her words "A meteor shower tells you that?"

Shaking her head, Callie looked at him with a tear sliding down her face. "That's not a meteor shower. It's a funeral..hundreds of bodies being returned to the earth." She looked back up at the sky and watched it more. "This is what it looks like from the other side." Callie saw Raven march up to Bellamy shoving him as hard as she could, and he let her.

"This is all YOUR fault. If you hadn't trashed my radio they would of still been alive." Raven said yelling. She was pissed and Callie couldn't blame her. "This is your fault." The girl looked like she had been about ready to punch him when Clarke came up to her and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Raven, that's enough. He knows what he did...so he needs to live with it. But right now we NEED to get that radio working before they sacrifice anyone else. Can you do that?" Clarke was trying to distract the girl, but Raven's eyes still held hatred for Bellamy. "Raven. Can you do it?" Clarke said again her voice raising. Raven nodded as she went off towards the dropship. Callie watched her leave and knew how upset she was. The girl was upset too, but she knew that they had a job to do. Looking towards Bellamy she shook her head slightly and started heading towards the gate.

They had been walking for about 45 minutes before Callie got separated from the rest of the group. She had thought she heard something and stopped to check it out and when she looked back, everyone was gone. "Fan-fucking-tastic." She hissed to herself. This was the last thing she needed since she knew Bellamy would never let her live it down. Before she could get her bearings, Callie heard screaming and yelling. Knowing it was the group she was with, the girl started to head towards it when she was grabbed from behind.

The hand around her waist was firm and Callie found herself not able to move as another hand went around her mouth. Trying to fight against it, she found it was useless as she was drug even further away from her friends.

They had walked for about 20 minutes before Callie noticed he was leading them to a door that was hidden by the forest. When they entered, the Grounder finally set her down Callie was looking at the inside of what looked like an underground cave. Hearing a gasp and someone crashed into her, the redhead finally realized who it was.

"Octavia. What are you doing here? We have been looking everywhere for you." Callie said wrapping her arms around the younger girl. Pulling her back, Callie checked her over quickly to make sure she was in one piece and finally looked around and saw their captor. He was a tall, burley dark skinned man who watched the two girls from the corner not saying anything. The redhead quickly shoved Octavia behind her. She noticed that her weapons were left in the woods, but she didn't need them. At least she hoped she didn.t

"Callie...Cal wait. He doesn't want to hurt us." Octavia said quietly looking out from behind her. The girl looked down at the brunette with confused eyes. "Think about it...I wasn't chained up. Nor were you. He helped us." Octavia said stepping out from behind Callie and walking slowly over to the man. "Right...you don't want to hurt us?"

Callie looked around a bit and tried to come up with a game plan. "We can't stay here Octavia. We have to get back to camp.." The man shook his head trying to get her attention. Callie looked at him and watched Octavia with him. "I don't think it's safe right now Callie." She said slowly. "Right? It's not safe." The man nodded once before standing up. Heading to the door Callie saw what he was doing.

"Fine..go make sure its safe and we will wait here." Callie said slowly. Watching him go back up and out the hatch, she made her way back to Octavia. "Girl you have GOT to stop giving us heart attacks like this." She said laughing slightly. Octavia grinned and hugged the girl back hard. It was good to see someone that she knew. "Well what else am I good for?" the brunette said laughing.

Calliope slid down the side of the wall and brought her knees up to her chest. "I don't think he will be back anytime soon so we might as well get some sleep." She said patting the floor beside her. Octavia went and sat down next to her as Callie wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. Though Callie drifted in and out of sleep, she never actually fell asleep. She didn't know how much time had passed when she heard someone at the entrance of the cave.

Looking up, Callie noticed it was the man that had returned and she sighed, hoping that this meant they could go back to the camp. Before she could say anything though, someone had come up behind him and knocked him out cold.

"Bellamy." The redhead said looking at him. The brown haired boy looked a bit shocked to see her there, but his face turned to relief when he noticed that both she and his sister were okay. "How did you find us?" Callie asked him.

"Followed him." Bellamy said looking at the man that was unconscious on the ground. Octavia stood up as she walked over to her brother. "We should go before he gets up." She said as he pulled her into a hug. Letting her go, Bellamy shook his head.

"He's not going to wake up." He said going over to him. Callie knew what he was going to do and she started to cry out when Octavia got their first. "No Bellamy stop. He helped us, if he wanted to kill us he would of done it already." She said trying to stop him.

Callie walked over to the unconscious man while the siblings argued and noticed Finn over there as well. "I'm glad to see you're alive Callie. Bellamy about lost his mind looking for you." He said grinning over at her. Rolling her eyes, Callie leaned down with him to check him out. Before she could respond to him though, Callie saw the Grounders hand twitch and knew he was awake. Before she could warn Finn, the man was up and had his knife out. Finn pushed her out of the way as the knife was lodged into his chest.

"Oh my god! Finn." Callie said running over to the boy that had fallen. Hearing the commotion but focusing on Finn, Callie grabbed Jaspers hand as he reached towards the knife. "NO! We need to leave it in otherwise he could bleed out." Looking over and noticing that the Grounder was knocked back out, she locked eyes with Bellamy. "We need to get him back to Clarke NOW."

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Getting back to camp, Callie directed Jasper and Bellamy to take Finn towards the drop ship. Running in after them, Clarke was running around and Raven had tears in her eyes. "Callie wouldn't let me take the knife out." Jasper said looked at the redhead. Clarke nodded looking at Callie and they exchanged a look.

"No that was good." The blonde said looking down to assess the wound muttering to herself. Callie ran over to Raven and wrapped her arms around her. When Clarke looked up with wide eyes. "Raven, I need to talk to my mom." She said ordering some people to get supplies for her.

Raven shook her head with fear in her eyes. "There's still no radio." She said looking around the group. Callie put her hands on Raven's shoulders and made her face her. "Raven, if we want Finn to survive then you NEED to get that radio working. If anyone can do it you can." Raven had a look flash across her face before she shut it down and nodded. "Jasper, Monty come help me." She said running over to where the radio was. "Clarke, Callie make sure he stays alive."

Callie nodded heading over to Clarke before seeing Bellamy and a few other guys bringing the grounder in. The girl locked eyes with him and Bellamy shook his head before leading the grounder up to the second floor, effectively locking Octavia out. Seeing the girls face, Callie looked at Clarke to see if she could step away. The blonde nodded as Callie walked over Octavia.

As she reached her, Bellamy came back down the ladder and started heading out the door, but not before his sister was on him.

"You need to let him go. He's done nothing wrong! I don't think he was trying to hurt me. He saved me Bellamy, he saved Callie too. You're just too stubborn to see that." She said trying to get him to face her. Callie followed them outside and noticed that the rain had started falling down like a waterfall.

"That's the problem O. You DON'T think. They killed three of our people today, and if you didn't stop me from killing him then Finn wouldn't be in there dying right now." Bellamy yelled. Callie saw the look on his face and knew nothing good would come from him being this angry.

Octavia looked enraged. "STOP blaming me for YOUR mistakes. I wanted to leave, if we had then Finn wouldn't be in there dying. Everything that has gone wrong is because of you." The brunette started walking towards her brother stabbing his chest with her finger. "YOU got me locked up. YOU wanted me to go to that stupid dance and YOU got mom floated." Callie had stepped forward to pull Octavia back but the girl fell from her grasp.

"No. Mom was floated because YOU were born. She chose that. I didn't have a choice." Bellamy said lowly. "My life ended the day you were born." Callie saw the girls body go rigid when he had said that. Locking eyes with him, Octavia spun on her heel and started to walk away when Bellamy grabbed her. "Where do you think you're going?" He said as he drug her back towards the drop ship. Octavia screamed at him the entire way trying to fight him. Callie turned back towards the fence for the camp and sighed. So much was going on and she didn't have time to figure it out before Bellamy grabbed her arm and turned her around.

"Get inside the drop ship. A storm is coming."

[alannacouture]

I’m trying something new. I originally locked all my fanfics on Ao3 because of AI data mining. I wasn’t happy I had to do this, so I’ve decided to try a new approach. I’m opening up my holiday fics a few weeks before & after the specific holiday the fic is about. Which means (drumroll please) my Thanksgiving Bellarke fic is now available to everyone! Yay!

Summary: After a year of building a home on the ground, Clarke randomly decides they need to celebrate with an old earth holiday appropriate in both season and tone: Thanksgiving. Bellamy agrees because, well, it’s Clarke. However, there might be a little more behind her newfound holiday zeal and not all of it is mentally healthy. But celebrating what they’re thankful for with the family they’ve made on the ground might make Clarke admit what she’s hiding and both of them admit something else they’re thankful for: each other… 🦃🥧🫐

PS I have a feeling I’m going to start doing this with random fics that have nothing to do with holidays, so keep an eye out! Oh, and please, please, please comment! Seriously, your comments might cure my writer’s block.

[bxcketbarnes]

Lurkin’

Pairing: Bob Morley x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2515

Author’s Note: So, my wifey ( @nothisisstiles ) gave me this idea that she got from this video. It’s a bit spicy so I hope you enjoy it!

Being apart of The 100 family was truly a blessing. Every single person involved with this show is an absolute sweetheart. Since I haven’t been acting that long, getting a call from the producers saying I got the part of Ofelia shocked the hell out of me. I would also be lying if I said that the cast of this show didn’t intimidate me because they did. The more and more time I spent with them the less intimidating they became the more relaxed I felt and realized I could be myself.

We were in the middle of shooting season two and I was standing behind the directors, watching Bob and Eve, who played Maya, act out their scene where Bellamy contacts Raven for the first time through the radio in Mount Weather. I stood in my outfit which is basically a lot of bandages wrapped around my chest and pelvis since Ofelia is one of the forty-six that’s locked in the cages that’ll eventually be taken to collect bone marrow from our bodies. My eyes roamed over Bob, taking my bottom lip between my teeth as I took in his appearance. Damn, he looks really good. If I had to picture Bellamy, it’d be this.

“Could you make it any more obvious that you’re staring?” I heard Marie ask and I jumped, turning around quickly as she stood behind me, a smirk on her lips.

“I am not staring,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes as I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m just watching their scene.”

“Yeah, that’s why you’re biting your lip and basically undressing him with your eyes,” she chuckled, shaking her head as my cheeks flushed. “C’mon, Y/N, you can’t hide the fact that you have a crush on Bobby!” I covered her mouth with my hand, looking around us as no one seemed to hear what she said.

“Jesus, Marie could you be any louder?” I asked, feeling my cheeks basically on fire as I ran my fingers through my hair. She patted my shoulder, giving me an innocent smile as the two of us made our way towards some chairs, sitting down in them.

“Look, it’s alright. Bob’s a sweetheart and I’m sure he’d definitely go out with you,” she reassured me and I shook my head.

“There’s no way Bob would go out with someone like me. H-He’s way out of my league,” I muttered, looking towards the cute freckled man as he and Eve finished their scene. His eyes met mine and I quickly looked away, can’t help the blush darkening on my cheeks as I looked at Marie. “Please tell me he’s not coming this way,” I whispered to her and she pressed her lips together.

“Hey, Y/N. It’s time for our scene,” I heard his Australian accent seep through his American accent as I looked up at him, nodding my head. He gave me a small smile as I stood up, making my way towards the set as I glanced back at Marie, seeing her give me a cheeky wink. I groaned louder than I wanted too, getting a confused look from Bob. “You alright?” He asked and I gulped, glancing towards him.

“Y-Yeah, I’m just a bit nervous and I hate being in small places,” I half-lied, tangling my fingers together as I gave him a nervous grin.

“You’ll do great. You always do,” Bob mumbled, his eyes roaming my body. My cheeks heat up under his gaze, biting the inside of my cheek as we made it onto the set. Bob opened the cage door for me and I could feel myself beginning to sweat, dropping to my knees in front of him. I could see Bob’s cheek flush a bit, turning a bit pinkish as I chuckled, getting into the cage.

“Oh, Jesus. Let’s hurry this scene up,” I told him and he nodded his head, closing and locking the cage as he walked over to the place he was supposed to stand.

“Alright and action!” The director yelled and I took a deep breath.

I laid my face against the cage trying to see if any more of our people were in here, but I couldn’t see anything. I shook the door of the cage, begging for it to miraculously open but it doesn’t budge. I heard the door open and my breath hitched in my throat, moving towards the back of the cage as I pretended I wasn’t there, trying to be as quiet as I could, so I didn’t get chosen next.

“Ofelia?” I heard a familiar voice and I perked my head up as far as I could without hitting it against the top of the cage. “Ofelia are you in here?”

“Bellamy?” I asked quietly, leaning towards the front of the cage as Bellamy crouched down. “Oh my god, Bell. What are you doing here?” I questioned, lacing my fingers through the holes of the cage, looking over his face.

“I’m here to get you guys out of this damn mountain,” he muttered and I noticed the guard’s outfit he’s wearing.

“Thank god. I don’t know how much longer I can stand being in this cage,” I muttered, letting out a sigh as his fingers touched mine.

“Don’t you worry, ‘Felia, I’m getting you out of here,” Bellamy whispered and I nodded my head, feeling tears come to my eyes.

“Bellamy, I’m scared,” I whimpered, my lip trembling a bit as he frowned.

“You’ll be okay, alright? Stay strong for me,” he mumbled and I nodded once more, sniffling a bit. “I’ll come back for you. I promise.” Tears streamed down my face as I watched him walk out of the room.

“And cut! Beautiful you two,” the director grinned and I let out a sigh of relief. Bob walked back over to the cage, unlocking the door as I practically leap out of the cage.

“Oh thank god,” I laughed, laying on the ground as I heard Bob and a few other people on the set laugh as well. The Australian cutie held his hand out for me to take and I grab it as he helps me off the floor. One of the directors walked up to us, laying a hand on my shoulder.

“Y/N, you’re becoming a better actress day after day. I’m really glad to be working with you. You’re tons of fun, keep up the good work!” He smiled and I nodded my head, grinning at the elder man.

“Thank you so much. I’m super glad to be here,” I grinned, glancing up at Bob whose eyes were already on me.

The directors have decided to let us actors have a few hours off of work since we’ve been recording scenes for about six hours. I was sitting at a picnic table with Lindsey, Eliza, and Marie chatting about random things when something that Marie mentions gives me an idea.

“Isn’t it odd that Bob’s been in his trailer for a super long time?” She asked and the other two girls shrugged their shoulders, not really providing their two-sense on it.

“He has? Oh my god. I’m going to play a prank on him. Be right back,” I muttered, getting up from the table as I got my phone out of my jacket pocket. I put it in video mode as I stood outside his trailer, turning the camera towards myself. “Alright, so apparently Bobby has been locked in his trailer since we were given our break and I thought it’d be great to scare the shit out of him,” I giggled, biting my lip softly, “here we go!” I turned the camera back around, quietly opening his trailer door, stealthily making my way inside.

I ignored the pounding of my heart as I looked in, not seeing him anywhere. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, about to leave when I hear a quiet moan coming from inside. What the fuck? I step inside, quietly closing the door behind me as I made my way towards the noise. The moaning became a bit louder as I could feel my cheeks heat up, but also feel my heart plummeting. Is he with someone?

“Holy fuck,” I heard him moan, quietly stepping forward as I pressed my ear against the bathroom door. “Oh yeah. Right there, Y/N,” he moaned out and my eyes widened. Oh my god… I took a step back, tripping over one of his shoes as I let out a small scream, falling onto my ass. A loud clatter echoed out from the bathroom as I mentally cursed myself, quickly getting off the floor, running towards the door of the trailer, hoping to get out before Bob sees me. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” I heard him ask me and I let out a sigh, turning around.

“Uhm, I was… is this not my trailer? Silly me,” I mumbled, reaching for the door handle when I heard Bob say my name again. “Alright, fine. I was going to prank you by scaring the fuck out of you, but y-you seemed a bit occupied…”

“Oh, god. You heard that?” He asked and I nodded my head, feeling my cheeks heat up. I stepped towards him, licking my lips a bit as I stood inches from him.

“It’s okay, though. I feel a bit honored,” I smiled at him, trailing my hand up his chest as I heard his breath hitch. “If only asked me for help, you wouldn’t have to imagine what it’d feel like,” I whispered, biting my lip. I watched his eyes flutter shut as I stood on my tippy toes, pressing my lips to his neck. Bob’s hands held my hips, pulling me closer to his body before his hands dip under my shirt.

“Jesus, Y/N…” he groaned, moving his hands past my ass, each hand gripping the back of my thighs before picking me up. I let out a gasp, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me over towards the couch, Bob sitting down on it before setting me onto his lap. I straddled his hips, moving away from him as I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Is this actually happening?” I asked myself quietly, hearing Bob chuckle as his fingers tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“This is happening, unless you don’t want it to,” he whispered, his thumb softly rubbing my cheekbone.

“No, no, I do. I-uh-I like you a lot,” I mumbled, looking down at him as he grinned. I could feel my heart pound against my rib cage as we just stared at each other. Bob pulled me closer to him, pressing his lips to mine as my eyes widened for a second before they began to flutter shut. I moved my lips against his, tugging gently at his curly hair as a small groan escaped his lips.

“Y/N, stop,” he muttered against my lips and I smirked, slowly pulling away from him before tugging once more. Bob’s dark brown eyes slowly shut, leaning his head back as his lips were parted. One of his hands ran through my hair, tugging my head back as he pressed his lips to my neck like I had done earlier. My stomach flipped, feeling his teeth graze my skin as a moan leaves my lips.

“B-Bob,” I moaned, my hands gripping his shirt as I try to tug it off. He moved away from me, shrugging his shirt off, throwing it to the floor as my eyes glanced over him. His hands went back to my hips, moving my ass against his as I could feel his member becoming harder. I tugged my jacket off, revealing the outfit I had on in our scene as Bob’s lips connected with my collarbone.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled against my skin, my nails digging into his shoulder as he sucked and bit my skin. I moaned, glancing down at him as he left a purple mark on my chest.

“Bob! I’m not done filming in this outfit,” I groaned as he looked up at me, a smirk on his lips.

“That may be true, but-,” he started but was cut off by a knock on his trailer door.

“Bob! Have you seen Y/N? They’re ready for her scene,” I heard Marie ask and I began to panic. I quickly got off his lap, losing my footing as I was rushing and end up tripping over my own two feet. Curse my clumsiness. “Bob? Everything okay?” She asked and the door opened, Marie stepping inside the trailer, her eyes widening.

“H-Hi, Marie,” I mumbled, pushing myself up off the floor as I grabbed my jacket, draping it over my shoulders. She looked at the both of us, noticing Bob’s shirt missing and both our cheeks red as a fire hydrant.

“What’s going on here?” She asked, pointing between the two of us as my lips parted, trying to come up with some kind of excuse.

“Uhm, we were practicing our lines… yeah,” I mumbled, zipping my jacket as she laughed, shaking her head.

“Yeah, that’s what you were doing. Anyway, you’re needed on set,” Marie told me, giving me a knowing smirk as I nodded my head. Once she left his trailer, I let out a deep breath, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

I turned towards Bob, seeing him leaning back on the couch as he looked at his hands that rested on his lap. “I uhm, have to go… do my job,” I chuckled, blushing majorly as he nodded, getting up off the couch.

“When you're done with your scene, come back to see me?” He asked, smiling down at me as I nodded my head. “Good. Oh, by the way, I like you too,” Bob grinned and my heart skipped a beat, a smile forming on my lips. I leaned on my toes, pressing my lips to his once more as I put all the passion I’ve felt for the Australian before I need to go.

I made my way back to set, taking off my jacket as Marie gasped, her eyes trained on my chest. “What are you-oh,” I mumbled, remembering that Bob left a mark on my chest as I called one of my makeup artists over.

“We are so talking about this later,” Marie whispered to me as the artist covered up the love bite. I nodded my head, already feeling my cheeks heat up as I glanced back towards Bob’s trailer, seeing him standing outside of it with a small smirk on his lips.

I’m so getting you back for this, Bobby.

[dragynkeep]

this should go on my other blog but i’m lazy & seeing just t100 cast in conageddon completely drag jrot for the last season & his treatment of them throughout the show, especially bob & eliza, is so validating