#clark: I have to approach him slowly and carefully so I don’t scare him away

[bbbbbbbbatman]

Clark, after he and Bruce start dating: *assumes that Bruce would scoff at cuddling and mentally forming an intricate 30 step plan to slowly coax Bruce into cuddling over time so that eventually they can cuddle while sleeping when they start staying over*

Bruce, the very first time Clark stays the night: *sprawled on top of him, head cushioned on Clark’s comfy and squishy pecks, drooling slightly*

Clark, holding back tears of joy: 🥹

[miraculouspenta]

Different Limits

Original Idea by @jinx-jade​​

Thanks to @moonlitceleste​ for beta reading :D

'What have I done,' Damian thought. Dick was lying on the floor with an arm that was clearly broken. He had surprised Damian with a hug from behind, triggering his instinct to attack. Damian had reacted by twisting his arm, resulting with Dick being on the floor. Jason entered the door when he heard Dick’s shriek of pain. "WHAT THE F*CK, DAMIAN!" he shouted when he saw Dick. His whole family had scolded him, Bruce had benched him for a whole two months, and Alfred had given him a disappointed stare.

Damian couldn't stand it. Not anymore.

He snapped.

He had tried, he really had.

But it was never enough.

As the heir to the Demon's Head, attacking at unknown touch has been burned into him. Touch had always meant danger. It was second nature to him now. Unfortunately, his family did not know nor do they understand. Two years of constant reminders that he had done terrible things. Two years of constant reminders that he was merely a killing machine. Two years of greater expectations, both in standard and amount. He had enough.

Damian said goodbye to his pets and ran.

After a good hour of running, he dropped into an alley and cried.

In his vulnerable state, he didn't see a man creep up. A man holding a gun. The unknown adult was planning to kidnap the boy, but as soon as his hands reached Damian, he reacted. He flipped the man over his shoulder like what he did to Dick earlier. But in his state, it didn't affect much. The man pulled out a knife and stabbed him in his side. It ended the fight.

The kidnapper ended up running away, leaving a heavily injured Damian to slowly watch the world as his vision turned black.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Marinette, who had just finished some business with Superman, decided to take a walk in Gotham before going home. Along the way, she spotted a boy covered in blood as she crossed an alleyway. He was already unconscious, and Marinette knew she couldn't just leave him there. So she opened a portal and went through it and carried the boy in her hands. She laid him down in her spare room and left to get her medical supplies.

Approximately six hours later, the boy woke up. His eyes scanned the room as he tried to up and leave. Limping, he tried to head to the window. "Hi sweetie, you need to calm down," Marinette’s soft voice said as she walked slowly to the boy., "You should be resting; moving might agitate your injuries." The boy just stared at her. Marinette stood up slowly and walked over. "May I?" she asked, reaching for his hand. When he nodded, she carefully took his hand and led him to the bed. Once there, she helped Damian into a comfortable position. "Do you have anyone you can call?" she questioned. When he didn't answer, she simply nodded her head and asked him what he would like to eat.

Damian ended up staying for three weeks because Marinette refused to let him leave until he was fully healed. The twelve year old grew closer to the woman. Once healed, he confessed that he has nowhere to stay. Marinette took the information in stride and told him he was more than welcome to stay with her. And stay he did.

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Living with Marinette was incredible. Unlike his grandfather and his father, she didn't place any expectations on him. At one point, he slipped and called her mom. Damian had froze after he said that, scared of how she would react. It ended up with Marinette asking him whether or not he would mind her adopting him. Damian happily agreed and they soon got the paperwork done. (Chloe is conveniently Marinette’s lawyer). Damian wore the Dupain-Cheng name with pride. As Grand Guardian, Marinette took it upon herself to teach Damian magic. Starting with glamour, they covered the basics of magic.

Two weeks after the adoption, while reading the daily news, Damian came across an article on the front page.

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The Daily Planet

BREAKING NEWS!!

Not more than six weeks ago, twelve year old Damian Wayne was reported missing. The only biological child of Bruce Wayne was suspected to have ran away for an unknown reason. He was last seen running to his room before he left. “Maybe I was a little too harsh,” Bruce Wayne admitted, “But this isn’t the first time I had to ground him because he wasn’t able to control his strength.” The young boy had somehow managed to flip Richard John Grayson, Bruce Wayne’s eldest, when he had surprised him with a hug. “Damian and I may not get along, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care,” Tim Drake, co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises said.

Damian Wayne is a tan boy with dark hair and striking green eyes. He weighs around 90 lbs at 4’9 ft tall. Currently, he is twelve years old. Multiple search parties have been launched. I myself know Damian personally from all the times he has visited my son. If you find the boy, please contact xx-xxx-xxx-xxx and we will get to you as soon as possible.

- Clark Kent

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After reading, Damian had a breakdown. Marinette rushed in when she heard the sobs of her child. She didn’t say anything and instead she approached slowly wrapping him in her arms. She let him cry as she rubbed his back and once he calmed down, he told her his story and why he left.

“All these new expectations were just overwhelming,” he said, “‘No killing’, ‘justice not vengeance’—it’s like they were expecting me to turn back. I never wanted to hurt them, but it’s something that is a reflex now. It’s not easy to let go of a habit.” Marinette was silent throughout his whole rant. She knew how terrible Ra’s and Talia were but that didn’t make it better. She knew the Batman could be cold, but the fact that he didn’t listen and try to understand infuriated her.

“Ra’s and Talia should know not to mess with me, but if I ever see your father I can and will punch him,” she growled. Damian smiled as he nuzzled into his mother’s chest.

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Three years passed. Damian and Marinette’s bond grew stronger while the search parties grew hopeless. The Justice League was also involved; so were the Titans and the Young Justice. They concluded that Damian was either dead or hiding really well. The former option was discarded when Zatara and Zatanna had almost managed to track him, but unfortunately the spell suddenly shattered when it was nearing.

Desperate, the batfamily decided to reach out to the Grand Guardian of the Miraculous. Imagine their surprise when they saw Damian on their way to her house. When they ran to him, Damian, now fifteen, went into an alley and disappeared. They rushed to Marinette’s house and knocked. They heard hard breathing and a gentle voice trying to calm the other party down. Leaning towards the door, Dick found that it was unlocked and tumbled in.

What they saw was Damian kneeling on the floor crying in the middle of a breakdown and Marinette trying to soothe him. “Out,” Marinette glared. The boys obeyed and waited anxiously. The person that they had been searching for was under the protection of the Guardian all this time. It made sense why even both Zatara and Zatanna couldn’t track him down.

An hour later, Marinette opened the door telling them to come in and wait. She took some water and placed them on her coffee table saying that Damian was taking a shower. As soon as she sat down the boys began to fire questions. They stopped after a good fifteen minutes and noticing that Marinette wasn’t saying anything. “I know why Damian ran away, yes, but it is not my place to say. I can ask him later, and I will not say anything without his permission. But I will say this,” Marinette said, voice colder than ice, “You f*cked up.” Marinette stood up to check on Damian. “By the way,” she stopped for a moment, “I adopted him three years ago.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Damian ended up being the one to tell them everything. Everything from why he ran away to why he decided to stay. The Waynes felt bad; they hadn’t even bothered thinking about his perspective. Looking back, Jason and Bruce realized what Damian had said about the League was true. “I’m- We’re sorry Damian,” Dick apologized. “Are you willing to come back?”

“No,” he said. The Waynes were visibly saddened.

“But I am willing to start over.”

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I had tons of fun writing this fic, hope you guys like it

~Leen

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[myloveforhenrycavill]

Devastated | Clark Kent x Reader

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: cancer, angst

A/N: Hey guys! Really hope you enjoy this fic. It’s super angsty. I revisited an old fic that I wrote many, many years ago for a different fandom, but it felt right to rewrite it with stuff that’s going on in my life right now with my dad. Please let me know what you guys think, but please be gentle (me fragile). This is my first fic about one of Henry ‘s characters, but I look forward to getting back into writing. Xxx much love -Stina

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Clark stared at the ceiling of his room listening to the clock hanging above his door. To anyone else, this would have been dull background noise, but to Clark it sounded like thunder roaring. It had been a painfully long day working at the Daily Planet and he was beyond glad it was over. Perry had been breathing down his neck all day about a story and his approaching deadline. Relief washed over Clark when he walked through the doors of his apartment building, but something was still missing. All he wanted to do was go see you.

Oh, how much he wanted to see you. You always brightened his day no matter what he had on his mind. The two of you had a complicated relationship. You were technically just friends. However, you tend to do things that only couples do. You've kissed once or twice after a night out and constantly cuddled each other whenever the chance arises, but it never progressed further than that. Neither of you brought up the subject, afraid of the others reaction and afraid to ruin whatever it was you had. Clark wanted to, god he wanted to, but you’ve never been in a real relationship and he hasn’t wanted to scare you away. He cares about you way too much to let that happen. Clark wants to protect you from ever being hurt no matter the cost.

It had been hours since Clark got home. He’s tried texting you around 10 times and has called you five times. This wasn't like you. You practically lived on your phone. You both always update each other throughout the day. Thank god for unlimited texting or else you would both be royally screwed. Clark was starting to get quite worried. What if something happened? Is she okay? were the only thoughts running through his head. He knew you were off from work today and you would have texted him if your job called you to come in. Maybe she's just asleep. She rarely has her volume up ever. Yeah, that has to be it. Clark was tempted to fly over to your apartment to check on you, but decided to text your sister before doing anything rash.

C: "hey, y/s/n. Is everything alright? I've been trying to reach Y/n for the last couple of hours and she isn't responding to me."

Y/s/n: "Clark, can you please go over to her apartment? She's an absolute wreck. I've heard her like this. I'm really worried."

C: "I’m on my way… what happened?"

Y/s/n: "our dad got his results back..."

The text was longer, but that was all Clark had to read before he flew over to your building. He didn’t care if anyone saw him. The whole world could have been burning and he wouldn’t have stopped. Your dad had cancer when you were younger, but he was doing well and had been in remission for quite some time. Recently, he had started to feel the same symptoms as the first time and went to get some tests done. Y/s/n's text only meant one thing. The cancer was back.

If this was true, then it made perfect sense why you wouldn't contact him. You would be devastated. Your dad was the most important person in your life. You loved him unconditionally and looked up to him like he could do no wrong.

Clark reached you within seconds. He knocked on the door and waited. He could hear nothing but silence which surprised him. When you did not come to the door, Clark retrieved the spare key from the top of your door frame. When he didn’t see you on the couch, he made his way to your bedroom and slowly opened the door, careful not to startle you. You laid there on the purple comforter sleeping. You looked utterly exhausted from crying. Your puffy eyes were singed pink. Your cheeks looked wet and sticky from what surely was hours of countless tears flowing. It truly pained Clark to see you in such a state.

Clark climbed into the other side of the bed just like he'd done numerous times before, but this time was different. You looked so broken. He carefully reached over and wiped a few stray tears off your cheeks and placed a gentle kiss underneath each of your eyes. They slowly fluttered open and acknowledged Clark’s presence. You sniffled a few times, but didn't cry.

"What are you doing here, Clark?" you whispered as if just that was taking all your energy.

"Your sister texted me...what happened, y/n? You know you can tell me anything," Clark inquired knowing that she needed to let it all out.

"You don't have to do this, Clark. Go somewhere and have fun. Don't waste your time on me. I know you'd rather be out with your other friends right now. You probably had a rough day and don’t need me to unload my baggage," you spoke immediately biting your lip and blinking your eyes in order to fight back the tears that were already pooling.

"Listen, love. You know that there is nowhere else I would rather be. I'm here for you and I always will be. No matter what happens, I'll be right here by your side. I care about you, Y/n. I care more than you could ever know, just tell me what happened." Clark cupped your cheek as he gently wiped the traitorous tears away with the pad of his thumb.

You broke and told Clark everything that had happened since he spoke to you last. You were a trembling mess laid on the bed next to him. Clark tightly wrapped both his arms around you, never wanting to let go whispering comforting words into your ear trying to make it even a little bit better.

You grabbed his white t-shirt with two fists and sobbed into it which would surely be ruined with your leftover mascara running from your eyes. It didn't matter to Clark though, not even a little. It was worth it. You were worth it.

Once you calmed down hours later, Clark pulled back slowly still holding you securely and stared at you. You looked up at him through your lashes and had the faintest smile across your face.

"Thank you, Clark, genuinely. For everything. You didn't have to lay here with me this entire time. I'm not worth it..."

Clark stopped you instantly. "Don't ever say that, my love. You deserve the moon, the stars, and the sun. Anyone who tells you otherwise is lying. I would go to the end of the earth for you and it still would never be enough. I care about you, Y/n. More than I can even put into words. The past few months that this has been going on have been the best of my life. You make me feel whole. Like something has been missing all this time and I'm starting to realize what it was. "

The dim smile that you once wore turned into a full-blown smirk. "I don't see what you're getting at Mr. Kent."

That's it. There's my girl. MY girl. God, I love the way that sounds. That sarcastic idiot is my world and I intended to spend the rest of my life proving that to her.

"Shut up," Clark muttered as he slowly leaned in, meeting you in the middle. Your lips collided and the feeling of his lips connected with your soft ones felt like nothing he could ever describe. He would never get sick of this feeling. The way you made him feel was like he was floating high through the sky (which he had plenty of experience with, but this was a million time better). The best high that no drug could every give him. If you were a drug, Clark was happily addicted to your sweet intoxication.

You both pulled back and Clark rested his forehead on yours cupping your face with both of his hands. "Let's get some sleep, love. We can discuss more of this tomorrow if we need to."

You sluggishly nodded with your head still spinning and placed your head on his broad chest curling into the position you had assumed many times before. Clark loved nothing more than cuddling with you. It felt like home. She is my home.

You placed one hand across his chest as he dropped both of his arms comfortably around your waist not letting you go anywhere. Tonight, she is all mine and I can live with that.

One day you would take the next step closer to each other, but not tonight. You were still vulnerable from the news of your dad’s health. Clark wanted your decision to be with him to be a clear one, not just because he was the only one there for you. Tonight, Clark was simply a shoulder to cry on and he was perfectly content with that. Someday, Y/n. Someday, I will have the guts to tell you how I really feel. How I'm quickly feeling that four-letter word that every guy is so afraid of. But the thing is, I'm not so afraid anymore.

[thetravelerbewithyou]

I Knew Love’s Perfect Ache

Read on AO3 // Read from the beginning

Chapter 9: I’ll follow you then.

Clarke had known there was a possibility for Bellamy and her to fix things between them, but she had not allowed herself to be hopeful about it until the night she confessed to Bellamy why Finn was here. 

He had been so understanding, so much his caring self, always the protector, it had made something inside her burn and flutter. As hopeful as she was, she was scared. Terrified actually, for Finn to ruin things, for her to be too closed off, because she was still quite weary of the Club and their way of earning money. Though every time she now saw Bellamy waiting for her at home after a long shift, or in Madi’s room, all her fears disappeared. She yearned to touch him, when she was close to him, to snuggle herself into his strong arms, when he was sitting on her couch, telling her about his day. 

He had been over to her house almost every single night. Keeping her company. It was almost like in the old times, when they just were friends. However, there was a twinkle in his eyes now, every time he looked at her, as if Bellamy could sense where this could be going. 

His gaze was so intense sometimes, she squirmed in her seat, turning away from him. 

The memory alone made her blush and grin like a little school girl, while she walked through the halls of the hospital. 

“What’s so funny, there, Darlin’.” Bellamy’s voice ripped her out of her daydream and she almost stumbled out of surprise. 

“Bellamy, I didn’t realize you were coming in today.” He had told her as much a few days ago, if she remembered correctly. 

“I wasn’t, but things changed and I wanted to see my favourite girls.” He smirked and Clarke’s blush returned as Bellamy went in to hug her tight to his chest. Her eyes fluttered close, as she breathed in his scent. Their embrace being too long to be interpreted as platonic. Out of the corner of her eyes, Clarke saw two nurses, watching them, giggling, so she pulled away from Bellamy, although reluctantly. 

“So you are here to see Madi,” she inquired, standing close enough still, to see her favourite constellation of freckles. 

“I already have.” Her eyes followed his right hand, as he raked it through his wild curls. “I’m here to take you home, if you want. We could watch a movie or something.” It was really cute how flustered he was all of the sudden. 

“That sounds lovely, Bell. I can’t ride with you, though, because of my car.” He nodded, understanding. 

“I’ll follow you then.” 

Together they walked to the parking lot, their shoulders occasionally touching each other. When Clarke got to her car, she stole a last glance at Bellamy, as he mounted his bike, which was parked on the opposite side of the lot. 

She noticed how controlled his movements were, as he threw his leg over the seat, how his jeans stretched over his muscled thighs. Clarke felt the need to swallow, her mouth suddenly dry. With a light shake of her head, she tried to pull herself back into reality and got into her car. 

The way they had walked out together of the hospital and how she had stared at him from her car, were unacceptable. How could she do this to him? TO HIM. Finn’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel of his car tighter. His breathing came faster, as white anger took over him. Blake was probably following her home, as he had the last whole week. 

All of this was getting out of hand. Blake’s constant being there kept Finn from knocking at her door and confronting her. It probably wasn’t his smartest move, but he needed to talk to her again to see how far she had fallen for that filthy criminal, so unworthy of her. 

The files he had ordered weren’t helping him as much as he wanted. There were no new leads, nothing he could pin on Blake - for the moment. He would find something, anything, to get the man out of the picture. He and Clarke would be happy again, Finn was certain of it. 

Slowly and with a respectable distance he followed her car and the bike, accompanying her. 

Marlise Griffin’s old house had not changed, despite Clarke living there for several weeks now. It kind of smelled like the old men still. Here and there she had given it her own touch with pictures of herself and her mother. Abby Griffin had been a bitter woman, after her husband had died and her daughter left town. 

Bellamy never liked her, if he was being honest, but he respected her. The photo he was looking at, pictured a younger and softer version of the hard woman she had been, with Clarke on her hips, both of them smiling at each other. 

“I miss her sometimes.” Clarke voiced right behind him, so he slowly turned around. She was wearing a soft t-shirt and black leggins now, gone were her scrubs and the all professional exterior. 

“I miss my father sometimes, too.” He confessed. Bellamy never really talked about his father. Did not see a point in doing so. Especially because he had Charles, who had stepped in. He trusted his step-father, respected him, so it felt like a betrayal talking too much about his own old man. 

Clarke acknowledged his admission with a quick nod. 

“Do you want to order something to eat? I’m feeling like seafood pizza.” 

An hour later, Bellamy was seated very comfortably on Clarke’s couch, the blonde right beside him, not quite touching, when he heard the delivery guy approach the door. Before Clarke could even move, he got up, signaling her that he got it. 

One of Raven’s little birds was delivering Pizza today. It was a good way to keep track of the people living in Arkadia, when you had the food delivery drivers in your pocket, without the people actually knowing. So Bellamy smirked at Fox, who turned a little red. 

“Thank you for the tip, Bellamy,” she said after handing him the carton. “I might have information for you.” Bellamy’s eyebrows shot up. 

“What kind of information?” 

“Well, Raven said to keep a lookout on a silver Prius, and there is one parked a couple of houses up the street. It seemed worth mentioning.” With a nod he thanked the girl and went back inside the house, locking up the door behind him. Either Collins was not done stalking Clarke or he was observing Bellamy. In the end it did not matter. If Bellamy were to test out which of the two options it was, he would have to leave Clarke alone and that he would not risk. 

Back in the living room, Bellamy sat down the pizza on the coffee table, and peaked out of the window. Fox had been right. The car was parked not far from the house. Worry and the need to protect Clarke filled him. 

“Everything okay, there Bell?” Clarke asked, as she came back from the kitchen with two plates in her hand. 

“Collins is watching the house.” He watched her carefully and if he didn't know her as well as he did, he would not have noticed the change in her body. How she suddenly seemed smaller, more unsure and afraid. 

“I’m afraid of him, Bellamy. And not just a little and I really don’t want to feel this way but I can’t help it.” Clarke’s voice was quiet and shaking. 

Within seconds Bellamy was in front of her, taking the plates out of her hand, and grabbing her shoulders in his hands, gently forcing her to look up at him. 

“Nothing is happening to you, Princess. Do you understand? I will not let anything happen to you. He will not touch you, or threaten you. I will take care of him, if he dares to come too close to you.” 

The insistence in his voice must have calmed her down, enough, as she nodded. 

“I trust you. But please don’t do anything he can use against you, because he will,” she said with a slight panic in her voice. “He is capable of so much, Bell. Please do not underestimate him.” 

Bellamy nodded. 

“Alright. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. But I think it would be safer if I stayed on your couch tonight, that alright with you Darlin’?” 

With a deep, calming sigh, Clarke agreed. 

The next day, Bellamy drove to the clubhouse after having breakfast with Clarke. Seeing her in the morning, all adorable with her bed hair and bad mood, just made him wish to wake up next to her instead of her couch. He missed sleeping beside her, missed the intimacy of it. 

He had not even parked his car yet, when Raven came out of the house, walking right towards him. 

“Bellamy. Didn’t see you at breakfast. You finally convinced the Doc to let you warm her bed again?” She sneered. 

“Petty and jealousy does not suit you, Rave,” he replied. “But if you have to know, I was at Clarke's. That asshole Collins was parked at her house last night.” 

“You sure she isn’t in cahoots with him?” Bellamy made a beeline towards the house, Raven not leaving his side. 

“Fuck yes Raven, I’m sure. And my word should be enough, don’t you think?” 

“Maybe, but Octavia had a point last night.” Bellamy stopped in his tracks. 

“What did she say now?” 

“First, your mom told us about her run in with Clarkey and the ATF idiot in the supermarket and Octavia did some digging last night. Did you know the princess was in a lovey dovey relationship with him? She probably transferred here, to make you fall in love with her again, to gain your trust and then sell you and all of us out.” Raven started gesturing widely, her voice raising. “You should not trust her, Bellamy. I certainly don’t, Octavia doesn’t either. And you mother…” 

“My mother,” Bellamy interrupted his friend’s tyrade. “does not know everything. Neither does Octavia, nor do you.” Raven just stared at Bellamy with hard eyes. 

“Tell me then, what I don’t know.” 

“Collins is here for Clarke. Not us - we are just collateral damage, a way for him to get her back.” He would have to tell Clarke that he had to tell Raven and in extension the club. 

“Why would he want Clarke? No offense Bellamy, but she’s just a Doctor.” 

“Don’t talk about her like this. O had it right, they were together when she was in Boston. However the relationship turned sour, he even locked her inside her apartment. I don’t know what else he did to her. He has been stalking her since - that’s why she left Boston and came back here. Because she is afraid of her life, Raven.” 

The woman before him, turned white, knowing he was telling the truth. 

“That does change the situation.” 

“I don’t know how to handle this, Rave. I want her safe, but I cannot do anything, like I want to, because he would use it against me. Even Kane couldn’t help me, if he arrests me. That goes for all of us. My hands are fucking tide.” 

In his desperation, Bellamy kicked one of the barrels next to him, startling some of the other members sitting on the picnic table 15 feet away. 

“We’ll find a way to keep her safe. But you should tell you mother and Octavia. Hell you should inform Pike about this situation. We all need to know what we’re dealing with here.” 

“I know. I’ll talk to them. Do you know where my mother is by any chance?” 

“She said she was going to your house to oversee the renovations.” Bellamy nodded in thanks. He had completely forgotten that his mother had his house done up, so Madi had a home to come to, when she was released in a couple of days. 

With a last thankful smile in Ravens direction, Bellamy headed to his room to change his clothes. He would talk to his family. And Raven was right, they would find a way to keep his princess safe. There was no chance in hell, he would let that rat hurt her. 

He had stayed the night at her place. Slept in the same house, used the same shower, ate at her table. Blake had not understood the rules. So if he wanted to play dirty, Finn would too.

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[gwaciechang]

Bobby Hayes/Clark Kent

Thank you @harperhug for the beautiful birthday fic! And thanks for letting me post it here and take all your credit, lol.

The spot smelled like old plastic, rotting food, and all the other cast-offs people tended to leave in their wake. And as long as Clark didn’t think too hard about which of those were seeping into his shirt, it was pretty soothing. The place where he had been buried smelled like the wood of his coffin, the formaldehyde his suit had been soaked in, and faintly of flowers that his mother had brought day after day. Next to the dumpster smelled like none of those. The closest thing to home that he had was a packet of hot chocolate powder he had taken from the hotel, simply because it was the same brand his mother had always used, just different packaging. Smoother, or maybe his fingers were just less sensitive than they had been before.

He had forgotten, in the time since he had come back, just how strong his senses could be. At first he had been sheltered, ironically, by the grave he escaped, and when he got out, that he was out at all meant no one minded when he needed to crawl into a dark space and just breathe. And when that had passed, he was at home the home he’d grown up in with the woman who raised him. He’d foolishly assumed, when he could look at the ring Lois returned without feeling like he was being stabbed in the chest all over again, that he was ready to return to, if not being a superhero, then at least to helping people through his journalism. The invitation from an English journalist who had been caught by the drug smuggler she had investigated, asking for help, seemed like exactly what he needed.

And now he was hiding behind a dumpster, where he couldn’t help anyone, not even himself. He rubbed his thumb on the packet of cocoa powder, feeling it soften minutely with every stroke.

Someone kicked down a door, one block down. He raised his head and listened carefully. A man begged someone to take off his shoes, another man was demanding information on someone named Harry Clayton, and there was a person of indeterminate gender who was breathing heavily and not moving.

Clark was in front of them before he was aware he had moved. “Come on,” he hunched his shoulders to make himself seem smaller before he motioned for the figure, frozen in fear, to approach him. They ran toward him, flashing him a grateful smile, and made it to the stop just before the bus arrived.

A shout from the mysterious apartment made them pause before boarding, and they looked at Clark with a plea written plainly on their face.

���I’ll take care of it,” he promised, waving them off.

They smiled and turned around. Clark waited until he heard the bus carrying them away before he super-sped into the apartment, pausing only for a second to take off his shoes, and managing to arrive just in time to place his hand over the barrel of a gun.

“Now, I’m sure you’re not threatening this good citizen,” he let the familiar voice slip smoothly through his lips.

“You think you’re Superman or something?” the gunman snorted before turning back to the young man behind Clark. “Did you hear-”

The man rattled off a phone number.

With a glare, the gunman hid said gun somewhere Clark couldn’t see, and walked out. The young man slid down the wall, trembling and muttering...something in rhythm with his rapidly tapping fingers. Clark let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and winced at the painful amount of disinfectant that seemed to permeate every inch of the room, which still somehow didn’t get rid of the strange chemical bitterness he could also smell.

“Is there somewhere else you can stay?” Clark asked. He received no response, except more counting, so he knelt until he was about eye-level with him. “My name’s Clark, Clark Kent. What’s your name?”

The man swallowed six times before saying “Bobby Hayes” so quietly that Clark could barely hear it, even with his advanced ears. He said it five more times, each quieter than the last.

“Hello, Bobby,” he held his hands up so they were clearly visible. “Can I help you in some way?”

Bobby shook his head, still shaking like a leaf, but he didn’t look like he was about to wither underneath Clark’s height anymore.

Clark swallowed back his helplessness. He knew he had once stood in a room with the last of his planet and an innocent family, and what his hands had done, but.... “I’m going to touch your back, OK?” he asked as steadily as he could.

Bobby flinched and his shaking grew more intense, but it almost immediately petered out until his spine relaxed into Clark’s hands. Clark, however, was tensing at the feeling of every single knob on Bobby’s spine through a worn, over-starched shirt.

“Could I use your kitchen?” he asked suddenly.

Bobby nodded wordlessly, eyes closed.

“Where do you keep your mugs, Bobby Hayes? Here?” Clark asked, one hand already on the smooth handle of the wooden cabinet in anticipation of acquiescence.

“NO!” Bobby shouted as he dove for the handle. “Don’t touch my things, please go,” he pointed to the door.

“Alright,” Clark raised his hands up again. “But I’d like to make sure you have something warm to hold first, alright?” slowly and telegraphing every move, Clark moved one of his hands into his jacket pocket to pull out the packet of cocoa powder. “My mom used to make this for me when I was scared of storms, and I was scared of them a lot.” Of course, he had heard more storms than most children, but there was no need for Bobby to know that. “I hope it makes you feel as safe as I did,” he said as he handed it over.

Bobby stared at the packet like it was a bomb, a comparison Clark didn’t stop making when he took the packet between his thumb and index finger gingerly. With his bare arms extended, Clark could see the open sores in the crook of his arm. So that was the strange chemical bitterness he had smelled.

“Whatever you’re mixed up with, it’s not too late to get out,” Clark implored.

“You should go,” Bobby said tonelessly without looking at him. They stood there at an impasse, until Clark finally realized Bobby wasn’t going to move until he left. He gave himself a second to put his shoes on at the top of the stairs to the door, as well as to familiarize himself with the sound of Bobby’s rapid heartbeat.

When he finally got back to his apartment (walking, not flying, he wasn’t sure he could still fly) he heard the heartbeat slow, smelled the warm sugar of familiar hot chocolate, and didn’t smell the chemical bitterness of cooked heroin. His heart lifted. For the first time since he had died, he thought he may be able to fly again.

[quackmyback]

Heads or Tails : chapter one

Will Byers x Fem!OC

Hi friends, I don't think anyone actually read chapter zero, besides myself ofc, so I decided to post Chapter One today like I said I would :)

MADMAX AND THAT ASS

Mason pulled herself from a restless sleep, blinking away the gunk layered across her pupils and trying to swat away the sun streaming through the window. Slowly, she sat up and messed with the knots in her hair and she watched Max peacefully snore with her blanket half on her and half on the floor.

"Max," Mason called to her sister in hopes of waking her from her dreams. "Max. Dude!" Mason threw a stuffed animal -- a small, kind of deflated elephant her dad had got her years ago -- and nailed Max right in the nose.

"What the hell, Mase?"

"Get up, we have a one-way ticket to hell in about fifteen minutes." Mason threw her blankets off her legs and headed over to her and Max's shared wardrobe -- picking out a simple outfit that she hoped wouldnt get her taunted on her first day at school.

The twins juxtaposed each other:  while Max wore her hair down, Mason tied it up with braids and and excessive use of hair clips, while Max liked baggy jeans and larger hoodies -- Mason preferred oddly patterned skirts with white shirts and denim jackets. Both girls only owned one pair of shoes: Max's were a red pair of converse they had found super cheap at a thrift store while Mason's were a weird off brand of keds that were fully white.

Mason walked out of the room, back to the bathroom, and shouted back to her sister, "and you better hurry your ass up, because I am not biking to school!"

"Whatever, dork!" Max slammed the door to their shared bedroom.

• ○ •

W

hen Billy parked the car, Max and Mason exited. Mason gazed around to see everyone staring at her new step-brothers ass and, while delighted it wasn't at her, her lip curled in disgust. She sped walked to catch up to her sister, who was slowly skating towards the Middle School across the parking lot.

"This is gonna be a total nightmare," Max scoffed glaring at everyone around them who dared to take a glance towards the Mayfield twins.

"Maybe" -- Mason shrugged -- "maybe not."

The girls continued their slow, torturous walk to school -- stopping at the front desk so that Mason could ask for their schedules. Assuming that their classes would be the same, Mason felt misery when she realized she would have to part from Max for art.

Max sighed, "Well, at least you dont have Drama with Mrs. Cockwit."

The girls looked at each other before their faces broke into smiles, Mason examined their schedules side by side once again. "Science," she said. "We should probably hurry and go find-"

"-That wont be a problem, Miss Mayfield." The twins turned suddenly to find a burly man behind them, the principal they assumed. Now, they're own personal tour guide. "I will be leading you to your first class, please the bell will ring shortly, so follow me."

They did, reluctantly, follow him to a wooden door where they could faintly hear the teacher teaching his wisdom to a class full of kid more likely than not to drop out of three years. They walked in, quickly as to avoid as much attention as possible. Though when Mason had looked up when passing the teachers desk, she realized that wasn't going to be easy.

"Ah, these must be our new students!" Mason's attention snapped to the teacher, she had realized on her schedule his name was Mr.Clarke.

"Indeed it is," the principal who had herded the two into the classroom confirmed,"All yours."

Mason rushed to follow Max to the back, yet they were stopped about as fast as Max could rolled her eyes.

"All right, hold up." Mr. Clark held put his hand to stop the two and smiled. "You dont get away that easy."

Mason barely muttered under her breath, not even enough for it to really reach her own ears. "One could hope."

Mr. Clark continued his introduction, as if the two girls weren't capable of saying their own names. Mason was more than capable of having a panic attack discretely, surely she could say her name to a classroom full of people. Wait a minute.

"Come on up, dont be shy. Dustin, drum roll." A kid in the front, who wore a hat and a dinosaur hoodie, closed his notebook and drummed his fingers against it. "Class," Mr. Clark began," please welcome, all the way from sunny California, the latest passengers to join us on our curiosity voyage, Mason and Maxine."

Mason swallowed and shuffled awkwardly, "Uh, I'm actually Mason and that's-"

"Max. Not Maxine," Max interrupted her sister, eager to sit down and hide away from the vulturous stares of the class.

"Oh, well, I'm sorry. Um, all aboard, Max and Mason."

The twins hurried past him, finding empty seats in the near back of the class -- Mason scoring one near the window. She pulled her notebook from her backpack and pulled one of her many colorful pens from the side pockets -- the only happiness she ever was given was from those pens.

She sat there for a moment, staring at the blank page in front of her and barely hearing Mr. Clarke lecturing the class. Not surprisingly, she also barely notices Max's elbow slowly shoving Mason's notebook off the desk.

"Dude" -- Mason barely caught the book before it fell and furrowed her brows -- "what the hell?" She dropped her voice to a whisper in Hope's of not getting in trouble on her first day at school for Max's mischief.

"Those guys upfront keep staring at us," Max whispered through her hair. Mason's eyes flickered up and, lo and behold, the four boys were, indeed, staring at them. Well...

"They arent staring at us," Mason corrected, "they're staring at you. "

"Why?"

"How the hell should I know?" Max turned to face forward, playing with her hands after her sister said that. Mason sighed," Don't worry, I have an idea."

Max nodded, trusting her sister,"Okay."

With that, Mason grabbed the top of her blue pen with her teeth and popped it off. She wrote the first thing that came to mind in big letters.

• ○ •

Mason walked into the art room, it was lined with floor to ceiling windows and every wall was a different color. The room was fairly empty, Mason assumed it was because art was pushed onto students as much as sports or academics.

She sighed and took a seat by the window. Some one pulled the stool beside her out and sat down. Mason looked over to find one of the boys who were staring at her sister. He smiled, a small smile that didn't really reach his eyes. He looked like he had a lot on his mind, way too much to deal with for a small boy his age.

"Hi, uh, I'm Will."

Mason returned his smile, her hands were shaking; she buried them in the pockets of her jacket.

"I don't think I need to introduce myself." Mason looked down at the table, he had his sketchbook out and she didn't -- she anxious that she was supposed to already have it out. Did anyone else have it out? Her eyes danced around the room, avoiding Will's beautiful brown ones the whole time.

He noticed her behaviour, and it barely seemed unusual until he realized her leg was bouncing quickly and her bottom lip was pulled tight between her teeth. When she released it from its death grip, he could see the scabs forming across the sensitive skin.

"You'd be right," he laughed, hoping to calm her down,"Mason, yeah? That's a pretty cool name."

"It's a boy's name." Mason ducked down below the table to retrieve her sketchbook from her back pack.

"It can't be a boy's name." Mason looked at him for the first time since he sat down next to her. He smiled goofily, she saw that it reached his eyes this time. Her heart leaped. "How can it be a boy's name if it's your name?"

Mason's lips parted and her leg stopped bouncing for a second, but her hands had exited her pockets and were bending the bottom corner of her sketchbook. "Well, I think my parents wanted a boy."

"Well, I think my mom wanted a dog." He spun a lock of his hair around his finger, "She got the shedding and, I offered to play fetch with her, but she thought that was weird."

Will felt pride swell in his chest, a smile broke out across his face after a sweet snippet of laughter fell from her lips.

Mason let her laughter die into a small smile and she glanced at him, "Hey, I'll, uh, I'll show you mine if you show me yours?"

Will glanced down at his sketch book anxiously, "O-Okay."

They grinned, exchanging books and looking through the other's masterpieces. Each other, carefully calculating their looks at each other to see the other's reaction towards their pride and joy.

• ○ •

"He seemed nice," Mason defended her new friend, despite Max's efforts to deter her away from him.

"No way, he's one of the creeps who stared at us." Max slammed her hand down onto the button and violently yanked the joystick.

"They were staring at you, and maybe they arent creeps maybe they just are curious about the new kids and are too scared to approach."

Max quickly diverted her attention from Dig Dug to Mason and back to Dig Dug before she died. "If that were true, they would've been looking at you too." Mason sighed loudly, laying her head against the side of the machine. "Now, dude, you're really killing my Dig Dug vibe."

"Whatever," Mason shover herself off the machine and turned to her sister, "I'm gonna get a soda, you want anything?"

"Grape and a snickers."

"Got it."

Mason walked away, her hands in her pockets jingling she change, she rubbed her fingers over the rough circles repeatedly to assure herself she had enough to pay for everything.

"What can I get for you," The guy behind the register asked. Mason's eyes dashed across the menu even though she already knew what she wanted.

"Uh, yeah, can I get a strawberry and a grapefruit fanta plus two snickers." She looked down at her pocket to pull out the change. "Oh, uh, please.m," Mason quickly added.

"No problem."

While she waited, Mason leaned against the counter and faced towards where Max was standing at the Dig Dug machine working her magic. Then, her eyes fell on the two boys from their science class."

"Oh, you've got to be shitting me."

As if they sensed her looking at them, the glanced behind them and their eyes widened -- busted.

"Position has been comprised! Fall out!" The curly haired boy shouted, Mason watched as they ran out the door. She sighed, shaking her head and turned towards the counter where the guy had set down her order.

"Thank you." She handed him the money and retreated back to Max. She sighed as she handed max her snickers and held onto the soda for when she finished the game she was playing.

"What's got your panties in a knot?" Max barely glanced at her, taking a giant bite of her snickers.

"Fuckin' creeps." Mason cracked the top of her strawberry soda and took a gulp.

[storiesthe100-blog]

Colourway - Part 3

a/n: This episode always gave me the chills. By the way, I actually love Clarke idk what came over me in this chapter HAHAH. lots of angst in this one

Thanks for all the support so far <3 

pairing/fandom: Bellamy Blake x Reader 

based off: The 100 TV Series (1x04 and 1x05)

description: Wells’ death causes an uproar in camp. Bellamy and Y/N continue to make a good team, but she keeps getting mixed signals from Bellamy. 

word count: 2.8k

COLOURWAY SERIES MASTERLIST

A loud scream pierces my ear and I jump up from my position near Bellamy who was still fast asleep. I quickly shake him awake. He opens his eyes slowly and yawns.

“Someone’s screaming it sounds like Octavia,” I tell him. These words cause his eyes to widen and he quickly storms out of his tent. I follow Bellamy and I see Jasper near the woods.

“Jasper what’s going on?” Bellamy yells running up to him.

“Octavia!” Jasper yells following her screams in the woods. Bellamy and I rush after him as well. Our jaws drop when we see a few fingers on the ground and Wells laying absolutely motionless on the ground. Next to him we see a makeshift knife made with metal from the drop ship. Bellamy grabs the items and Octavia, Jasper, and I follow him. Clarke meets us up in Bellamy’s tent as well.

“Since this is made out of drop ship metal, the grounders didn't kill Wells,” Clarke states. “It was one of us.”

Bellamy looks nervous. “We need to keep this quiet,” he says. Clarke rolls her eyes at these words and attempts to storm out of the tent. Bellamy stops her.

“If everyone thinks that the grounders killed Wells it’ll be good for the camp,” Bellamy says sternly. “Think of everything we’ve accomplished.”

“It’ll be good for you you mean,” Clarke says before pushing past him.  

“You don't even know who’s knife that is,” Bellamy responds.

“Yeah I do,” Clarke shows him the initials on the knife. “JM, John Murphy.” She rushes out of the tent. All hell was about to break loose.

“What do we do Bellamy?” I ask. He doesn't respond and rushes after Clarke. We all follow them outside of the tent  

“How could you kill Wells?” Clarke screams pushing Murphy.

“Woah what are you talking about,” Murphy says. At this point, the commotion has led to many of the delinquents to show up to the scene. “It wasn't me. The grounders killed Wells.”

“Your knife,” Clarke states. “I found it near Wells’ cut fingers.”

“Let’s float him!” a voice says from the crowd. This results in the crowd erupting in excitement. “Float him. Float him.” Before I could process what was going on people began kicking Murphy to the ground and gagging him. They carry him to a tree and begin to tie him up. “Hey Bellamy you should do the honors,” A guy states referring to kicking the box from underneath Murphy. Bellamy hesitates. “Bellamy. Bellamy. Bellamy,” The crowd chants.

“Bellamy no,” I say attempting to grab his arm. He pulls away from me and proceeds to kick the box out from underneath Murphy. The crowd erupts in cheers.

“Bellamy how could you!” Clarke yells at him in tears.

“This is on you Princess,” Bellamy yells. “If you would've kept your mouth shut.”

“Stop it! I did it. I killed Wells,” Charlotte pleads. These words cause Clarke to quickly cut the rope that was hanging Murphy. My mouth hangs open in shock as I look towards Bellamy. Bellamy and I rush over to Charlotte pulling her into Bellamy’s tent.

“Charlotte what were you thinking?” I ask her attempting to be gentle.

“I was slaying my demons like Bellamy told me too,” she responds with tears in her eyes. Bellamy crouches down to Charlotte’s level.

“No Charlotte,” He explains. “That’s not what I meant.”  

“Come on Bellamy bring the girl out!” I hear Murphy say outside the tent.

“Bellamy, Y/N, please don’t let them hurt me,” Charlotte pleads.

“We won’t,” Bellamy and I say at the same time. We look at each other smiling sadly. “I have a plan,” Bellamy says.

“Be careful,” I whisper to Bellamy. He nods.

As Bellamy stepped outside, Charlotte and I follow Clarke and Finn out the back. We run as fast as we can out into the woods.

“Just because we helped save you doesn't mean you're forgiven. Got it?” Clarke says to Charlotte. I push Clarke back.

“Clarke,” I say angrily through my teeth. ��Back off.”

“How can you just forgive her like that?” Clarke asks. “She’s a killer.” She looks at Charlotte. “You killed someone, Charlotte. Did you even stop to think about it.” Clarke states angrily. “You can’t just kill someone to make yourself feel better.” At this point, Charlotte is full on crying.

“Clarke she’s just a—” Finn starts, but before he can finish my fist collides with Clarke’s face. Clarke falls hard on the ground.

“What the hell Y/N!” She screams touching her face. She was bleeding. Clarke lunges towards me and tackles me on the ground. I roll her over quickly pinning my knife against her neck.

“Stop it you two!” Finn yells tearing the two of you apart.

“Tell Princess here to leave Charlotte alone. No one forced her to come,” I state. Clarke rolls her eyes at me.

“Charlotte!” I hear Murphy’s voice echo throughout the forest. “Finn, Clarke, and Y/N can’t save you.”

“We should run,” I say nervously. Clarke nods in agreement.

“That’s a good idea, but I have a better plan,” Finn says opening a type of bunker door. We all hop in following his lead. Once we get inside I put Charlotte to bed, while Clarke and Finn chat on the other side of the room. Finn tends to her wounds. Seeing the two of them made me think of Bellamy. Oh god, I hope he was alright. Who knows what Murphy is capable of and I couldn't imagine the amount of guilt Bellamy feels. I move a few pieces of stray hair away from Charlotte’s face. This poor poor girl. I feel my eyes shut as I grew more and more tired.

“Finn, Y/N wake up,” Clarke’s voice fills the room.  “She’s gone.” My eyes widen at the empty bed that was in front of me. Before the two of them could stop me, I ran out of the bunker into the woods. I promised Bellamy I’d keep her safe. I hear a faint scream and follow the noise. I can make out what looks to be Charlotte in a clearing. The other figure I wasn’t so sure of. I reach into my pocket for my knife and approach carefully. The tall figure tackles me onto the ground and I hold my knife to their chest.

“Jeez Y/N,” Bellamy whispers rolling off of me. “You scared the crap out of me.”

“Sorry,” I laugh sheepishly. “I was scared.”

We both turn to see that Charlotte has disappeared. Bellamy runs after her quickly grabbing her arm.

“Stop trying to help me,” Charlotte cries. “I’m not your sister.”

Charlotte continues to run away from Bellamy. I try to stop her this time.

“Charlotte no,” I say. “Bellamy and I want to help.”

“Stop trying to help, they want me let me go,” Charlotte says.

“We’re not leaving you Charlotte,” I reply firmly. Charlotte continues to run and Bellamy and I follow.

“Murphy I’m here!” she yells out loudly. We run eventually reaching the edge of a cliff.  Murphy and the others show up shortly after.

“Shit,” I say quietly to myself.

“Bellamy! Give her up!” Murphy yells pushing Clarke out of the way. Charlotte attempts to step towards Murphy, but Bellamy and I hold her back.

“Stop it. I can’t let any more of you get hurt for what I did,” Charlotte says sadly. She takes a few steps back before falling to her death.

“Charlotte NOO,” Bellamy yells. His cries echo throughout the area. Tears fall from my eyes. Bellamy angrily marches towards Murphy tackling him onto the ground. Bellamy begins throwing punch after punch after punch. I wanted to say something, but words couldn’t leave my mouth.

“Bellamy stop it you’ll kill him!” Clarke yells pulling Bellamy away.

“He deserves to die,” Bellamy responds.

“We don’t decide that not down here,” Clarke says. “We need rules.”

“Who’s gonna make the rules?” Bellamy asks. “You?”

“For now,” Clarke responds. “Us.”

“What do we do with him?” Bellamy asks.

“We banish him,” she replies. Bellamy nods at Clarke’s idea. He roughly picks up Murphy, “If I ever catch you near camp again we’ll be hear again.” Murphy nods. “As for you four you can follow me or stay with him to die,” Bellamy says to Murphy’s followers. Bellamy and Clarke whisper to each other, leaving Finn and I trailing behind.

“Sorry about Charlotte,” Finn says his eyes not leaving Clarke. I sigh.

“Don’t be,” I respond.

“They’re like natural leaders,” Finn states looking sadly at Clarke and Bellamy. I nod. They were natural leaders. When we get back to the landing site, Clarke and Finn goes off to do who knows what leaving me alone with Bellamy.

“How are you holding up?” I ask him.

“What do you think Y/N?” Bellamy retorts walking towards his tent.

“Don’t shut me out again Bellamy,” I say.

“I really want to be alone tonight Y/N,” Bellamy responds closing his tent door. At this point, I feel tears fall down my face. I attempt to rush to my tent without anyone seeing me, but Calum stops me in my path.

“Hey Y/N, you okay?” Calum asks worriedly. I don’t say anything except embrace him in a hug. He gladly returns it. I tell him all of the events from today in vivid detail. We end up walking to a small clearing in the woods and lay down next to each other. “I can’t believe all of that happened,” Calum says. I nod silently. “How’s Blake?” Calum asks. Hearing even his last name put a frown on my face. Suddenly a bright light in the sky catches my eye.

“Calum what’s that?” I say sitting up quickly.

“Is that what I think it is?” Calum asks. I look at him nervously.

“They’ve sent help,” I respond. I rush back to the landing site to see everyone looking up at the sky too. I see Bellamy, but frown when I realize he was shirtless with a random girl clinging to his arm. He makes eye contact with me, but quickly looks away back up at the sky. So much for him being alone tonight. Bellamy, Octavia, and a couple of his guys rush over to his tent most likely to discuss what to do. After a few minutes, they all exit his tent and Bellamy rushes out afterwards. Bellamy begins to storm towards me. “I need your help,” He walks towards the woods. I follow him quickly mouthing a ‘sorry’ to Calum.

“Bellamy,” I say. “Slow down.”

He stops in his path, “Y/N. Do you know what this means? When the Ark finds out we’re alive they’ll come down and when they do I’m dead.”

“Bellamy you shot one guard that’s it,” I say referring to when he saved my life. He paces back and forth.

“No Y/N. I shot him,” Bellamy says slowly. “I shot Jaha.”

“Bell…” I say his nickname slipping out of my mouth.

“Someone gave me a deal, if I shot Jaha I would get a spot on the drop ship,” Bellamy says. “I couldn't leave Octavia alone.”

“Look Bellamy whatever they sent down we’ll take care of it,” I say rubbing his arm in attempts to comfort him. I try to push the image of him and the girl stepping out of his tent from my mind. He needed my help.

“You’re the best Y/N,” Bellamy says. I smile at him.

“Come on let’s go find that pod,” I say walking deeper into the woods. We were wandering for what felt like hours and the awkward silence that filled the air didn't help.

“So who was that girl you were with earlier?” I ask trying not to sound jealous. “She seems nice.” Bellamy just laughs at my comment.

“Are you jealous Y/N?” Bellamy asks.

“Why on earth would I be jealous?” I ask. “Wait Bellamy look!” I point at the pod in the middle of the woods. It looked extremely beat up with smoke coming out the top.

“I think I love you!” Bellamy exclaims before rushing towards the pod. I blushed at his words, even though I knew they were just because he was excited. I follow him and we see a person sitting motionless in the pod. Bellamy locates the radio and cuts it out from the pod. We rush away before being seen. Bellamy throws the radio into the river.

“Now you have nothing to worry about Bellamy,” I say. He looks me in the eyes.

“For now,” Bellamy says beginning to head towards camp. “I’ve learned that there’s always something new to be worried about every day.” I laugh at his words. He’s got that right. “She was no one.” He states referring to the girl from earlier.

“It’s okay Bellamy,” I say feeling awkward. “You don't have to explain.”

“Bellamy!!” I hear a voice yell from across the woods. I frown when I see that it’s Clarke, Finn, and someone I didn’t recognize. “Bellamy, Y/N where’s the radio?” Clarke yells.

“What are you talking about?” Bellamy asks.

“There was a radio on my pod,” The girl with brown hair says. “I was supposed to contact the Ark when I landed.”

“I don’t know what you guys are getting at,” I play dumb.

“Y/N, Bellamy,” Clarke says. “They’re killing 300 people on the Ark to preserve oxygen.”

Bellamy and I exchange a glance. “I know where it is,” Bellamy says defeatedly. We lead the group to the river we were just at. At this point, we’ve learned that the girl on the drop ship was named Raven. We retrieve the radio in the water.

“It’s too damaged,” Raven says.

“Look what you’ve done,” Clarke says looking at me.

“Hey wait,” Raven says. “We just need to let the Ark know we’re here. We don’t necessarily have to contact them. I have an idea.”

We all walk back to the landing site and many people greet Raven joyously.

“So if we send rockets into the air, the Ark could see we are still here,” Raven says explaining her plan to Bellamy, Clarke, Finn, and I.

“That would work,” I respond. She smiles at me.

“Great, here’s the list of things I still need,” Raven says handing me a piece of paper with a few things scrawled on it. “I have lots of supplies already in my pod.”

“I’m on it,” I say.

“Finn you can help me out,” Raven smiles.

“What can Clarke and I do?” Bellamy asks.

“Stand there and look pretty,” Raven says before stepping outside of the tent. I follow Raven outside and begin collecting the various things on her list. After what seemed like hours, I finally found all the items. I walk over to Raven and hand her the items which consisted of various pieces of scrap metal.

“Thanks a bunch…uh….” Raven starts to say forgetting my name.

“Y/N,” I say.

“Right Y/N,” Raven continues to work on the rockets and I decide to try and find Bellamy. I stop in my tracks when I see him and Clarke talking about something near his tent. It seemed serious, like it always was between those two, so I walked in the other direction.

“Hey Y/N!” I hear Bellamy’s voice yell. I turn around and smile at him. “How was finding Raven’s items?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him.

“What do you want from me Bellamy?” I ask playfully.

“Can’t I just ask how you’re doing?” He asks following me into the makeshift infirmary room. I begin to collect bloodied towels near patients throwing them into a bucket.

“Not when you’re Bellamy Blake,” I say teasingly. “You always want my help with something.”

“I’m offended you would say that Y/N,” Bellamy says. “I actually don’t need your help with anything today. I was just seeing how you were. Clarke’s helping me actually.” Clarke. I frown at her name and continue to pick up dirty towels. “You should give her a chance Y/N. She’s your leader.”

“I won’t forgive her for what she said to Charlotte,” I mutter. Bellamy sighs.

“I know it was messed up, but she had good intentions,” Bellamy says.

“Why are you defending Clarke all of a sudden?” I ask.  

“Why are you acting so difficult all of a sudden?” He asks me.

“You’re the one who’s always been difficult Bellamy,” I say. “Now that you’re on the receiving end it doesn't feel so good does it.” I storm out of the infirmary and throw the bucket near the water faucet. I start aggressively scrubbing the towels clean. Screw Bellamy.

Later That Night

Raven finally finished the rockets and she was sending them off into the sky. Everyone gathered around to watch the rockets. Finn had his arm around Raven and Clarke was standing near Bellamy. I look between the four of them everyone looks so happy. Bellamy whispers something to Clarke and she smiles widely. The rockets fly through the air like shooting stars. If only I could make a wish on one. I wish I never hopped on that drop ship.

[reyskyber]

hey isla! congrats for ending your exams!! ok so for bellarke (what a surprise) the following prompt "please... don't leave me" if you feel like it? have a good day

Thank you so much for sending this in, Cléa!  I’ve actually been looking for an excuse to write a hurt/comfort fic from 1x10, so I hope you like it!

[also on ao3] | my end of exams celebration!

Everything hurt.  Her head was pounding, her back ached and herthroat was screaming at her from retching and shouting.  The virus that Murphy brought to camp wasslowly picking them off one by one and Clarke felt dread creep through her bodyas she heard the sounds of coughing and retching around her.  How many would they lose today?  Would there be anyone left to fight thegrounders at dawn?

Questions flew around hermind.  She needed to distract herselffrom going down that train of thought. Sighing, Clarke cracked open her eyes and squinted as light hit them.  Her sight was still slightly blurry and shefelt the room spin as she turned her head, but at least she wasn’t throwing upanymore.  

When she’d orientated herself andher dizziness stopped, she checked her father’s watch – midnight.  How long had she been asleep?  Clarke started to sit up and Octavia camerushing over.

“Hey, calm down,” she instructedas Clarke’s head pounded.

“I need to-” Clarke started toreply.

“You need to rest,” Octavia said,cutting her off.

“I’m fine,” Clarke replied as shelooked around at her surroundings.  Shewas on the bottom floor of the dropship; the area where the worst cases of thevirus were.  Clarke felt her stomachdrop.  The quarantine was useless, she thought to herself as she lookedaround at so many of her friends lying around the dropship floor.  

Octavia thrust a cup of water atClarke and she took it with a small nod of thanks.  She grimaced as the water washed all theblood from her mouth, leaving a foul taste. She was thankful for the drink, though.

“Where’s Finn?”  Clarke asked as she set her cup down.  Octavia filled Clarke in on the plan to blowup the bridge and Finn leaving with Jasper to find Raven.  Clarke nodded in understanding.  Clarke made her way out of the makeshift bedwith Octavia’s help and she started checking on them unconscious people.

She nodded at Murphy as he handedout water to people.

“Hey Clarke,” Murphy said as shewalked over.  “I think Octavia shouldtake a break, she’s been helping for a few hours now.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, with a nod.

“Octavia,” she said across theroom.  Octavia turned her head to look ather questioningly.  “Take a break.”  Octavia opened her mouth, probably to argue,but Clarke raised a brow at her and she shrugged before going up the ladder tothe higher floor of the dropship.

Clarke turned back to checking oneveryone and that’s when a familiar set of curls caught her attention.  She’d thought Bellamy had gone with Finn andJasper to catch up to Raven but here he was on the dropship floor with bloodall over his front.  He had dried bloodaround his nose and mouth and his skin looked paler than usual.  Clarke’s stomach lurched and she hurriedlymade her way over towards him in her disorientated state.

Bellamy was awake as she reachedhim and he heaved a cough as she approached. She quickly turned him onto his side so he didn’t choke on blood.  She soothingly rubbed his back as hecontinued to retch onto the floor.

“You’re okay,” she said as hecollapsed back onto the makeshift bed.  

Bellamy was murmuring words, mostof it was incoherent mumbling.  She continuedto rub his back just like her mother used to do for her.  She wished her mother were here, she’d knowwhat to do and her quarantine would have worked better.  Clarke cut those thoughts off quickly, theexodus ship had crashed and Clarke didn’t even know if her mother wasalive.  The camp needed her to stayfocused.  She snapped her attention backto Bellamy, his eyes were open and his pupils were blown.  Clarke wasn’t even sure he could see her.

“Bellamy, relax,” sheinstructed.  “You need to rest.”

He seemed to calm down when heheard her voice.  His eyes flutteredclosed for a while and Clarke let herself scan his features.  His usually tanned skin was almost white,making his freckles appear more pronounced. Patches of dried blood surrounded his mouth and the sight made Clarkefeel sick all over again.

It was as if the virus hadbrought to light the fragility of their mortality.  Clarke wasn’t sure how many more people shecould lose before she broke.  First herfather, then Wells, Charlotte, and now her mother.  The list went on and Clarke’s heart plummetedwith the knowledge she’d lose more friends before the night was over.  

Shoving those thoughts away,Clarke made to get up to get some water for Bellamy.  As she shifted to her knees Bellamy���smumbling became more coherent.

“Please…don’t leave me,” Hemurmured quietly, reaching out for her. Clarke wasn’t even sure he knew what he was saying.  He was definitely delirious and he rambledincoherently again.  His hand reachedwildly and grabbed part of her jacket. She sat back down as Murphy made his way back over.

“Here,” Murphy said, handing hera damp cloth.

“Thanks,” she said with a smallsmile.  Murphy nodded before returning tothe rest of the sick.

“I’m not going anywhere,Bellamy,” she said quietly as she touched the cold cloth to his forehead.  His hand relaxed and his eyes flutteredclosed again.  Clarke reached up andbrushed some of the curls away from his face as she started to clean some ofhis own blood from him.

Octavia came down the ladder andscanned the room.  Clarke felt her cheeksgrow warm as Octavia raised a brow at her. They probably looked quite cosy, she mused; her leg pressed against historso as she wiped the blood form his face carefully.

Octavia gave her a smirk beforewalking out of the dropship without saying a word.  Clarke’s face stayed warm for a while afterthat.

***

Dawn came around quicker thanClarke was expecting.  When she was happyBellamy was resting for what was probably the first time since they’d landed,she got up and helped Murphy and Octavia tend to the rest of the sick.  Slowly but surely, everyone seemed to berecovering from the virus.  Despite this,Clarke’s stomach was still in knots. Bellamy still hadn’t woken up and from what the people outside couldtell, the bridge hadn’t blown up yet.  

She busied herself cutting upspare blankets and cloth to makes rags for cleaning people but even thatcouldn’t take her mind off everything that seemed to be wrong.  With a sigh, she looked back over at thedropship.

Her eyes immediately landed onBellamy and she felt her heart leap excitedly. He was awake and arguing with Murphy. Typical she thought, bitingher lip to stop her smile.  She made herway over to them, ready to break up the fight.

“Hey,” she said as sheapproached.  “I’ve got this one.”

Murphy shrugged as he stood upand handed her the cup of water.  Clarkesat down next to Bellamy and handed him the cup of water.

“You feelin’ better?”  He asked as she sat down.  Her heart swelled at his concern and she gavehim a small smile as she nodded.

If two weeks ago someone had saidto Clarke she’d be relieved that Bellamy Blake was alive and touched at hisconcern for her she’d have laughed until her stomach hurt, but here theywere.  She was glad he was okay and notjust because she knew the others listened to him, but because somewhere alongthe way between arguments and teamwork she’d grown quite fond of BellamyBlake.  She’d even go as far as to callthem friends now.

“That’s good,” he said, snappingher from her thoughts.  His voice soundedrough and she urged him to drink the water.

Later, they stood side by side asthe boom of the explosion sounded around camp. Raven had done it; the bridge was gone. As the dirt and the smoke mingled with the morning light, Clarke wasconfronted again with their own mortality, but this time she didn’t feel scared,she felt something else entirely.  Shecouldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly, but she knew it was powerful.

“I am become Death,” she saidaloud.  “Destroyer of worlds.”

She looked beside her to seeBellamy looking at her with an odd look.

“It’s Oppenheimer,” sheexplained.  “The man who made the first-”

“I know who Oppenheimer is,”Bellamy cut her off.  Clarke turned herattention back to the growing mushroom cloud and a weird feeling settled in herchest.

Full of surprises she thought with a small smile.

[saibh29]

Survival 101: Hunting (Part 5)

Pairings: Bellamy / Reader

Warnings: Hunting, violence, weapons

AN: This is more of a Bellamy centric chapter, finally having a bit of a conversation about pasts with Reader and Bellamy. I enjoyed writing this but I do feel like Bell is a bit OOC.... I don’t know i’ve struggled recently with writers block so I hope its still good. 

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Trying to hunt with this group of boys was worse than useless. None of them could move quietly through the forest, the snapping of branches beneath their feet and heavy breathing would alert anyone or anything in a 10 mile radius of the group.

You were throwing the axe Bellamy had given you around in circles in one hand, your eyes flicking between the boys in the group. There was definitely still noticeable tension between Bellamy and Atom. Although you guessed that was what happened when an older brother caught someone making out with their little sister.

“You look tense”

Atom jumped looking down at you “Y/N” he was so twitchy it was a wonder he hadn’t accidently put his knife in you when you got close.

“You and ‘high and mighty’ over there still at odds?”

“Bellamy?”

“The one and only”

Atom nodded “I deserve it, shouldn’t have let myself get tangled up with his sister”

You moved to stand in front of him “Atom wait” you raised a hand to stop him from moving any further “Do you like O?” He’d frozen at your words looking a bit like a deer stuck in headlights. “It’s alright Atom I’m not going to hang you from a tree I just want to know”

His head jerked forwards “Of course I like her”

You’d thought he did, had noticed the looks they’d been throwing around between the two of them when they thought no one was looking.

“Good, Octavia likes you too”

“She does?”

“Of course she does, honestly why are men so fucking stupid sometimes” you pushed the base of the axe into his chest. “Yes she likes you. So stop worrying so much and instead talk to her will you”

“What about Bellamy?”

You glanced forwards into the forest finding Bellamy’s broad back disappearing further into the trees. “I suppose you need to decide just how scared of him you are”

“I’m not scared of him” he denied instantly.

“Then why does it matter what he thinks?”

“I guess it doesn’t” he muttered softly to himself. You just smiled and left him thinking about whatever it was that did indeed scare him about Bellamy.

You were all walking further into the forest and finally they were starting to walk somewhat quietly. You’d spread out into a rough triangle with you and Bellamy at the back. The oink coming from behind you all made you freeze in place, hand tightening around the handle of the axe as you glanced at Bellamy. He placed a finger over his lips, eyes meeting your own.

“She’s mine” he mouthed silently.

You weren’t too bothered about letting Bellamy kill the innocent pig so stayed still as Bellamy turned. What did set you on edge though was the sound of a branch snapping beneath something that wasn’t a boar hoof.

Bellamy too obviously heard it because he threw the axe, it lodged firmly in a tree inches away from the head of a very young girl. She was pale as she stared at the axe lodged near her head. When you’d been sent from the ark on the drop ship the age limit for the hundred had been 13. This girl didn’t look like she was days over the age limit.

“Who the hell are you?” Bellamy snapped, obviously annoyed at having missed the boar. The other boys had run off after the boar leaving only you and Bellamy with the girl.

“Charlotte” she whispered her voice wavering with nerves.

“I almost killed you! Why aren’t you back at camp?”

She was shuddering now with fear, as her eyes slipped to you. Obviously deciding that because you were a girl you were less likely to be angry at her. It didn’t work that way though and you weren’t going to save her.

“Well, what with that guy who was dying, I just… I couldn’t listen anymore”

Bellamy looked at you this time, his raised eyebrow obviously saying I told you so. You didn’t want to talk about Jasper though anymore, you’d explained why you were protecting Jasper and you had no more desire to talk with him about the boy in dropship.

“It isn’t safe out here for little girls” you told Charlotte “there’s grounders they could have taken you”

“I’m not little” she defended immediately. Mouth turning up into a frown that reminded you of Octavia when she’d been a teenager.

Bellamy was the one who pulled out a knife handing it over to instructing her that she couldn’t be out here without a weapon. You watched as Charlotte suddenly smiled running off after the other guys leaving you alone with Bellamy once more.

“Giving Children weapons now Blake?”

“Better than leaving her out here unprotected”

Unfortunately you weren’t able to argue that point. He was right, after what had happened to Jasper it wasn’t safe for anyone to be out of the camp without some way to defend themselves, even if that person was nothing more than a 13 year old child.

“We need to keep moving” you said instead of agreeing with him, you didn’t think it was possible for you to agree with him.

Bellamy let the change of subject go surprisingly and instead waved you forwards continuing on into the forest.

 The screams coming from in front of you in the forest made you spin, Bellamy beside you went still as you both looked through the tree’s trying to see what was happening.

“Knife” you told Bellamy gripping your own weapon in your head.

“Look” Bellamy pointed in the opposite direction and following his hand you saw the yellow fog curling through the trees and approaching you all slowly.

“That can’t be good” you spun as the screams started again noticing that the fog was coming from the other direction as well. It was starting to surround you both. “Bellamy I think we need to move”

He evidently agreed as he grabbed your hand and pulled hard taking off into the woods. You ran behind him as the fog started to gain ground, screaming was coming from all around you now. Bellamy suddenly stopped eyes flicking to his right as he veered off the path you were about to yell at him when you saw what he did. A cave, speeding up the two of you burst into the cave the fog in moments later blocking the entrance.

You stood there for a moment before reaching out and carefully putting your fingers into the fog. Hissing in pain as it touched your skin. It was burning, you looked at the pads of your fingers as where the fog had touched what looked like acid burns were growing.

“Looks like we’re stuck here”

Bellamy grabbed you wrist bringing your fingers closer to his face “that was stupid”

“We needed to know, now we know”

You pulled away from him to move away from the entrance exploring the cave, it wasn’t big and took minutes to reach the back and the only ledge on which you sat watching as Bellamy began pacing up and down the small space.

“You’re making me dizzy Blake”

He paused close to you, eyes meeting your own “I’m making you dizzy?” he repeated “You’re unbelievable”

“Really?” you raised one eyebrow at him “and why is that?”

“We’re trapped in a cave by some sort of acid fog, all we can hear out there are screams and we don’t know where anyone else went but you’re dizzy”

“Bellamy we’re apparently stuck here for however how long it takes for that to vanish so why don’t you just sit down and stop being so unbelievably annoying for a moment” you closed your eyes ignoring his next movements and laying down on the cool rock.

Of course your life could never be easy because as you laid down you managed to catch your recently stitched arm on the rock. Wincing you couldn’t help the gasp that slipped out.

Your eyes flicked open when Bellamy suddenly took your hand in his own pulling your arm out and lifting your shirt to stare at the stitches there. They were red and angry looking. You were staring at Bellamy’s face as he looked at your arm.

“How did you do it?”

“You saw how I did it. On a tree”

He shook his head “No, how did you stay so still? Let Clarke put stitched in your skin with no anaesthetic”

His finger gently trailed the line of stitches. Clarke had been neat and precise with them. Even so you’d have a scar it was too deep to not leave a mark. Just one more to add to you growing collection.

“It was either stitches or infection. I chose the lesser of two evils”

“Is it alright?” he asked after another pause.

“I’ll live, I promise you”

His eyes flicked back to your face, his hand still holding onto your own and your arm still held between you both. “Do you realise that you use sarcasm to deflect any kind of question that you don’t like or don’t want to answer?”

“Seriously? You’re going to analyse me? Because you’re so well adjusted yourself” he finally let go of your hand and you rested your arm over your stomach hiding the wound. “After all I’m not the one who shot someone to get on a drop ship that came hurtling down to the ground. A ground that apparently is trying to kill us all”

Bellamy simply stared for a moment before having to go and open his mouth “No you just murdered your own mother?”

It felt like someone had punched you in the gut. Others had said those words to you before yet when Bellamy had just said them it hurt all over again.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about” you’d curled up into yourself knees up to your chin as you refused to look at him.

“It seems like we’re not so different after all are we Y/N”

You watched from under your eyelashes as he sat on the floor in front of you. He was starting to look tired, the shine of the Ark was wearing off. Hair no longer slicked back but falling all over the place in random curls, smudges of dirt were covering his face and arms and rips were starting to appear in his clothes. Not that you looked much better, hair braided to stop it simply being a tangled mess, you already had stitches in your arm and were probably just as dirty as he was.

“How did you meet Octavia?”

His voice made you jump, you’d not expected him to keep talking. “Solitary”

“Solitary?”

“I know ironic isn’t it” when he just continued to stare at you waiting for more you sighed “I’d been in the box maybe 4 or 5 months when they threw her in the cell next to mine. There were… faults in some of the walls in the solitary cells. After all no one really came in to fix them. After a few weeks of listening to her crying I gave in opened the hole and gave her a tissue”

“She cried?” Bellamy sounded broken.

“She never blamed you Bellamy” he looked up at you confused. “What?” you twitched suddenly uncomfortable with his eyes on you.

“That was almost nice Y/N”

“I’m not a bitch on purpose Bellamy, nor do I enjoy deliberately making people miserable. Octavia was scared, she’d never been out of your families room and all of sudden she’d been thrown into the skybox without anyone she knew. She didn’t blame you though, in fact most of the time you were all she could talk about. She idolises you”

Bellamy was the one who wasn’t looking at you this time, instead staring down at his hands on his knees.

“I’ll never forgive myself for taking her to that party”

You didn’t have a good answer to that, but you agreed with him in some respects. There were many things in your life that you didn’t think you would be able to forgive yourself for. So perhaps Bellamy was actually right, you both weren’t that different after all.

[tgwltw]

I’m sorry.

I was supposed to post this after the Clark drabble but I got side-tracked with a lot of other things (mainly playing The Sims 4!) which is why this is only going up now! I have toying with this idea for a while so I decided to write it down and see how it turned out. It’s probably short but I hope you would still enjoy this nevertheless! A little over 1000 words for this.

A little background info: Y/N and Bruce have been dating for over a year and a year ago, Batman came to Gotham. Y/N does not know that Bruce and Batman are one and the same.

The moment Bruce walks through the door he knows he is in deep trouble. Whether it is the silent threat looming in the air, the stiffness of your body and straight posture or that angry look you have on your face. It normally takes him a lot to get him to feel scared in his own home but right at this moment, he isn’t quite sure.

You simply watch Bruce quickly shrug his jacket and kicking his shoes off, carefully approaching you. “Y/N,” Bruce starts but you hold up your hand, narrowing your eyes at him.

You shake your head. “Don’t even start with me, Bruce!” You tried to keep your voice leveled and not let your anger get the best of you but honestly, it is starting to be such a hard thing to do and you aren’t even sure if you can keep your emotions at bay anymore. “This isn’t the first time you have done this and God forbids this to be the last too!” You exclaim. “I have been waiting for you for over four hours – I’m not asking for a lot, just that you give me a few hours of your time once a week: you told me you would be home by five the latest and this is almost eleven!”

Bruce winces with guilt, slightly taken back by your stern tone. He is rarely ever at the receiving end of this – the bubbling angry side of you – and if he is being quite honest, he rather not be at the receiving end ever again. He plans on keeping it that way too. He would have gone back earlier – he should have – but he had been too engrossed in all of his work and chasing bad guys to even remember the promise he had made you.

“I am really sorry, Y/N but you know how – “

You fall on to the sofa and cross your arms over your chest. “Do I not mean anything to you anymore, Bruce? Because… because if so, please just let me go.” You hated how weak you sounded. Truth be told, if Bruce actually lets you go, you don’t really think you would be able to survive – he is your light and the love of your life. You are so overwhelmed with the feeling of defeat and resignation that you did not even notice Bruce sitting beside you on the sofa, tentatively reaching out to hold your hands.

You did not even bother to look at him – you don’t want him to see you crying. “Y/N, you’re wrong: you mean the world to me.” You shake your head and Bruce swears he feels his heart breaking slowly. Something stabs him in the chest and his mouth suddenly feels dry.

“You always say you’re sorry, Bruce but nothing ever changes – they are just empty words.” You try to pull your hands away from his hold but Bruce tightens the hold he has on your hands, afraid that if he actually lets you go, he will lose you forever.

At this point, Bruce decides he really does not think he can bear the distance between the two of you any longer and pulls you closer to him.

You tried your hardest to not move from your spot on the sofa but alas, Bruce is bigger and stronger than you. Soft fingers trace gently circles over your cheeks, causing you to almost let out a sob. You have missed this – you have missed him.

“Look at me, Y/N,” His words are shaky. “Please.”

You raise your head to look at Bruce and is surprised to see the misty redness covering his eyes. For as long as you have seen Bruce, you have never seen him cry for he has a habit of suppressing all of emotions and seeing this rare display, you aren’t quite sure you know how to deal with this.

“You’re right, absolutely right. I have been too focused on work and it’s really not fair for you. No amount of sorry can express just how regretful I am right now and you’re always so patient with me and I don’t want to lose you.” Bruce breaks off before taking a deep breath. “There’s something I want to show you, Y/N but before that,” Bruce clears his throat. “I love you, Y/N.”

You bite your bottom lip. “I don’t know if you’re serious about us or if you’re just saying this to appease me, Bruce.” You tell him weakly. Bruce continues to talk but you have started to tune him out in favour of just watching him: the panic in his eyes is enough to convince you of how sincere he is.

“I was going to wait until the end of the week but now is as good as any day… The reason why I have been so busy at work is not because of work. Not in the sense you think. I am Batman.”

You place your hand on Bruce’s mouth to stop him from talking anymore. You have had your doubts about his night activities – there were a lot of signs that pointed to Bruce being The Batman but to actually hear the confirmation from your lover, it makes it all the more real. “Bruce, I believe you.”

Bruce wraps his arms around you, holding you so close to him that you can practically feel your heart beating. As much as he has hurt you, you definitely cannot stand seeing the man you are in love with in pain.

“I want in on it, Bruce. I have had my suspicions about you being Batman but thank you for trusting me enough to tell me, Bruce.” You tell him as you wrap your arms around his body.

Bruce nods his head. Whatever it takes for you to forgive him. He doesn’t think he will ever take you for granted again. You are his rock – have been his rock ever since that fateful day a year ago – the person who has stuck with him through a whole lot of ups and downs and a whole lot of scrutiny from the society and he definitely cannot imagine a life without you in it.

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

Cracked - fic

Characters: Jon Kent, Damian Wayne, Lois Lane Summary: His father was missing and Jon was an idiot. It should have surprised no one how quickly he got to his breaking point. A/N: Beginning is dialogue from Superman 21, and is obviously a divergent from the scene with Kathy, haha. It struck me how many times Damian mentioned finding his father and how clearly scared for him he was in that issue, but Jon didn’t seem to notice or care. I feel like Clark did, but isn’t there, of course. When they find Batman, Lois gives him a piece of her mind about taking care of his son. This wasn’t meant to be a Mother’s Day fic, but here we are haha.

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“…Then let’s drive and look for Batman ourselves.” Damian countered. “I’ve unencrypted the Batmobile code key. It’s cloaked nearby-”

“Stop it.” Jon suddenly cut off harshly.

Damian paused, and looked over. “Stop what?”

“Getting me into trouble.” Jon spat.

Damian blinked, pushing down the burst of hurt that swirled in his gut. Masked his emotions with a scoff, as he reached out and grabbed Jon’s shoulder. “Okay, now that we’ve established I’m the bad influence, let’s go!”

But without warning, Jon spun around, heat vision burning his eyes, and a hand ready to hit.

“I said no!”

Damian dodged it out of instinct. Ducked and stepped back a few feet. Listened as Jon breathed heavily, waited until the heat vision was gone from his eyes.

That hurt exploded in his gut once more, but this time, after everything that had already happened today, he was just too exhausted to quell it.

“…Fine.” Damian snapped, turning away. “Forget it.”

“Wha…” Jon started dumbly. “Wait, Damian, no. Dad said we had to go to the house…”

“I don’t care.” Damian threw over his shoulder.

And he heard Jon’s footsteps, tensed when he felt a hand on his elbow.

“Damian, it’s not safe out here right now-”

“You’re damn right it’s not!” Damian roared, and in a mockery of Jon’s own actions, spun around and shoved Jon backwards. “And yet my father is out here, missing, and you don’t even care!”

Jon stumbled back, and a wave of hurt washed across his own face. Good.

“And I helped you protect yours. But no, you’re right, my father’s safety is too much trouble for you.” Damian drawled. “So, go on. Run back to your mommy and daddy. I can handle this on my own.”

Jon frowned. “Damian, that’s not fair-”

“No, you know what’s not fair, Hickville?” Damian hissed. “You have two parents, safe at home, who love you. Who worship the damn ground you walk on, and you don’t even care.”

He stomped forward, just a step or two.

“I’d kill for that. I have killed for that.” Damian breathed. “And do you know what I got for it? A mother halfway across the world I was never good enough for, and a father who would rather spend his time sitting on a skyscraper roof in the middle of the night than with me.”

And he could feel them – those betraying tears welling up in his eyes. But it was too late to stop them now.

“All I got from it was a father who never wanted me, and man I could never stop loving even if I tried.”

The tall grass rustled nearby. There were tears in Jon’s eyes too, he could see them. What an idiot.

“But someone’s taken him from me, and all I wanted from you all day today was your help in finding him. Because the only reason he came here was because he was worried for you, and your well-being, and your safety.” Damian continued, trying to save anything he could of his dignity. Anything to keep the image he knew Jon had of him. “But, no, yeah, you’re right. It’s too much trouble. So go home. Go back to your mother and your father and your safe little house on the prairie.”

Damian turned again and began walking away. And that was it.

Or so he thought.

“Damian.”

The voice wasn’t Jon’s, and, despite the argument, despite the fury and sadness coursing through his veins, when he registered that the voice was closer to his counterpart than himself, he grabbed his weapons, ready to protect the other at all costs.

But when he spun back around, muscles ready, all he found was the dimwit’s mother.

All he found was Lois Lane.

Jon jumped and looked at his mother in surprise too, as she slowly walked forward. She didn’t stop when she reached him though, just ran her hand over his head and continued towards Damian.

“Mom…?”

As she approached Damian, she smiled, and slowly lowered to her knee in front of him.

“…You can cry if you want to.” Lois whispered. “Everyone needs a good cry sometimes.”

Damian kept his gaze to the left. Just kept blinking as fast as he could.

And Lois just kept smiling. “Damian, tell me what’s wrong.”

“My father is missing.” Damian huffed. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Lois waited patiently.

“…He’s missing and I’m scared.” Damian breathed. “I’m scared he’s hurt. I’m scared I’ll…never see him again.”

His voice was becoming tight. Lois silently just lifted the corner of the child’s cape, and held in her coo when he took it and began to dab at his eyes.

(Sometimes she hated Bruce for this. For letting this tiny, vulnerable child become this. For leaving him like this.)

“I don’t want to be alone.” Damian admitted in a quiet sob, hiding his face in his cape. “Mrs. Kent, I don’t want to lose my father and be alone again.”

She watched him for a moment, watched him cry like he probably never let himself. Found herself remembering how young Damian Wayne really was, and feeling guilty for forgetting that fact herself, like no doubt so many others did.

“…I don’t know Talia’s mothering style.” She tried, holding her arms up. Damian sniffed, and looked at her cautiously. “But may I?”

Damian looked between her hands, and slowly nodded.

She smiled again, carefully leaned up and took Damian into her arms.

And Damian didn’t return the embrace, but she was surprised nonetheless when he accepted it, and leaned his head against her shoulder.

“We’ll find your dad, Damian. Don’t worry.” Lois hummed, stroking softly at his hair. “And…on the off chance we don’t, I promise you, you won’t be alone. You’ll have Clark and me. And we’ll love just as much as we love Jon.”

She pulled back just a little. Waited until Damian looked her in the eye.

“And I’m not in the business of defending Batman, but…” She laughed. “Before he disappeared, he did leave you in the care of Superman, arguably one of the most powerful and protective beings in the universe.”

“So?”

“So…despite his actions of playing the dark loner, don’t ever think he doesn’t love you just as much as you love him, okay? I know it’s hard to believe sometimes, especially coming from Bruce, but. He leaves you behind because he cares about you.” Lois explained. “Trust me, Clark does it to Jon and I all the time, and we hate it just as much.”

Damian sniffed and backed up a step.

“I have to find him.” Damian tried, though he sounded tired. Desperate. “I have to find my father.”

“And we will.” Lois nodded. “Together. You going off on your own is the last thing Bruce would want.” A hesitation. “…It’s the last thing Dick and your siblings would want too.”

The mention of his eldest brother seemed to make him freeze.

“…Now come on.” Lois stood, holding her hand out to Damian. “Let’s you, me and Jon head back to the house and think up a plan on how to go save your dad.” She paused, glancing around. “And, probably, my husband.”

Damian looked at her fingers, before exhaling, and gently taking them. Lois smiled as she turned, and found Jon already there and taking her other hand in his own.

She and her boys walked quietly back to the farmhouse.

[robinhoodrevisited]

Trial & Error

Nottingham Castle. Sheriff’s quarters. Night. (Lightning flashes in the distance behind the castle. The Sheriff is thrashing and groaning in his sleep.) Sheriff: “The pact! The pact!” (As the Sheriff tosses and turns, Isabella slowly opens the door to the Sheriff’s bed chamber. Seeing that he is indeed asleep, she steps aside to allow Clarke into the room. Isabella stands guard by the door as Clarke treads carefully over to the restless man in the bed. With a raise of her brow, she decides to act.) Outside Nottingham. (The Sheriff dreams that it is after sunrise. Robin, sitting on a horse, is teasingly waving the pact. The Sheriff covers his sleeping face with his hand and reaches out with the other, trying to grab it.) Sheriff: “The pact! The pact! Get it! The pact!” (Robin rides off on his horse, waving the parchment.) Sherwood Forest. (The pact is lying on the ground in the forest, just out of reach of the Sheriff, amid leaves blowing from the wind of the passing storm. As he is about to grab it, the wind blows it away.) Sheriff: “The pact! The pact! The pact!“ Sherwood Forest. (The Sheriff’s eyes open and he is standing in the forest at the edge of a ravine with his fist stretched out in front of him. He looks from side to side and down, then is grabbed quickly by Clarke to stop him falling into the ravine.) Sheriff: (Eyes wild:) “What is the meaning of this?!” Clarke: “This, is a kidnapping. And they... (Indicating the gathered mass of warriors at the bottom of the ravine.) are going to witness your trial.” (The wind whips at the Sheriff’s black silk pajamas. He looks down to see the dozens of campfires lining the forest floor.) Sheriff: (Roars:) “No!!!” (The Sheriff ’s cry echoes throughout the forest.)

Nottingham Castle. Sheriff ’s quarters. The next morning. (Gisborne enters the Sheriff ’s room, closing the door behind him.) Gisborne: “G’ morning, my lord, sorry to disturb you. (Gisborne slaps a pile of parchment on the table and sees Sir Jasper sitting back in a chair with his feet up on the table. Glances at the Sheriff’s empty bed.) Where’s the Sheriff?” Jasper: “I was about to ask the same question.” Gisborne: (Draws his sword.) “Get out!” Jasper: “Uh-uh-uh! You hurt me, hurt Prince John. (Turns so Gisborne can see the insigne stitched on his jerkin, taps it and nods.) I’m his special envoy.” Gisborne: “Well, I’ve not seen you since before Robin Hood returned from the Holy Land.” (Holds his sword out at Jasper.) Jasper: “Well, that’s because I arrive at dawn... (stands)... every other Thursday, share a glass of wine with the Sheriff, he stamps his seal [opens a small wooden book with yellow wax squares in it] here, I take it to Prince John and the Prince knows that all is well in the provinces. But today... (slams the book shut.) ... all is not well, is it? No sheriff, no stamp... And of course... (sets the book on the table.) ... you have no idea what’s happened to him.” (Jasper picks up a dried plum from a plate on the table.) Gisborne: “No.” (Sheathes sword.) Jasper: “Well, then I suggest you find out. You know the deal. Anything happens to the Sheriff, Prince John sends an army to raze Nottingham to the ground.“ Gisborne: “Yes, but we don’t know if anything has happened to the Sheriff.” Jasper: “Yeah, but he’s not here! That’s all I need to know. (Nods.) The troops will be here by sunset. I’ve already sent the signal. Nottingham... is about to be flattened.” (Jasper puts the plum into his mouth as Gisborne stares at him in disbelief.)

Sherwood Forest. Robin & Marian's Clearing. (Robin gently takes Marian's left hand and slides a ring onto her finger.) Robin: "It’s an engagement ring. (Kisses the ring and sighs, then looks at her happily.) I hope you like it." Marian: (Smiling:) "I couldn't have chosen one better." Robin: (Getting to his feet:) "Well then I guess it was meant to be. (Stares into her eyes:) I love you." Marian: "I love you, too." (They kiss a long moment. At first starting out chaste and innocent, soon their mutual desire for one another takes over. As the kissing intensifies, both Robin and Marian sink to their knees out of sight.)

Sherwood Forest. Commander's Camp. Commander's Hut. (Several warriors, Clan leaders and other members of the camp are gathered in the Commander's hut. Lincoln stands to the right of Clarke and Commander Lexa as they have their attention focused solely on the Sheriff.) Sheriff: (Unashamed by his state of undress:) "So you drag me here for...what was it, a trial, hm?" Clarke: "Sheriff Vaisey, you have been brought before this council so that you may stand trial for your crimes against the people of-" Sheriff: "Yes, yes yes yes. That's all very well and good but you see there's only one problem. I do not answer to any of you. I do not recognise your authority to organise a tea party much less put me on trial for anything!" Lexa: "Whether you recognise my authority or not is immaterial, Sheriff. The fact remains that as of this moment, you no longer hold power over the people of this land." Sheriff: (Scoffs:) "Oh really? Listen, Missy... (As the Sheriff takes a step towards the Commander, two guards raise their swords against him. Undeterred, points:) The only person I answer to is Prince John!" Lexa: "His trial will come soon enough. Yours begins today." (The Sheriff stares at the Commander then around at the assembled warriors and grimaces.)

Nottingham Castle. Hallway. (Gisborne moves determinedly down the hallway. Stepping out from a side passageway, Isabella joins her brother, walking quickly to keep up with him.) Isabella: "Good morning, Guy. Something the matter?" Gisborne: (Tersely:) "Your powers of deduction astound me." Isabella: (Shaking this off, brightly:) "A problem shared is a problem halved." Gisborne: "Tsk. Halved is exactly what our life expectancy will be if we do not find the Sheriff come sunset." Isabella: (Grabbing him by the arm:) "Wait, hold on. (Gisborne stops and turns to look at his sister:) Start from the beginning." Gisborne: (Taking a deep breath:) "The Sheriff is missing and I need to find him." Isabella: "Well surely he will turn up, it's a big castle you know." Gisborne: "Listen to me you fool. Sir Jasper has already sent word to Prince John's army. If I do not find the Sheriff, Nottingham is finished." (Gisborne turns and resumes his walk as Isabella is left horrified by this revelation.) Nottingham Castle. Courtyard. (Allan is talking to some soldiers.) Gisborne: (From inside the castle:) “Allan!!! (Approaching the main doors from inside:) Where are you?! (Allan runs up the steps towards him. The sentries’ halberds separate for Gisborne as he briskly walks out.) Organise the guard. (Allan frowns in confusion.) The Sheriff’s missing. Search every inch of the castle. Find him.“ Allan: “Missing?“ Gisborne: “Find him!“

Sherwood Forest. Commander's Hut. (The Sheriff stands defiant as Lexa addresses her troops.) Lexa: "Field commanders, today is the day we take the castle. (Looking pointedly at the Sheriff:) The enemy thinks it's safe behind its doors, but it's not. When they realise that, they will fight back hard. We need to be ready." (Lexa looks over to Clarke who takes over the address:) Clarke: "This is a strategic mission. We are not here to wipe them out. There are people inside the castle who are innocent. Servants, cooks, chambermaids and many more who have nothing to do with the Sheriff's oppressive regime. (Vaisey rolls his eyes:) We subdue their soldiers and (Looking to the Sheriff:) their leaders if we have to but we are there to take control of the castle only. Is that clear?" (The gathered warriors all nod their ascent. Clarke looks to Lexa:) Lexa: (To the Sheriff:) "All of this can be avoided, Sheriff if you admit your crimes and surrender to our demands. I ask you now, do you accept these terms?" Sheriff: "Never. I will not be dictated to by children! I am the Sheriff of Nottingham and I do not bow down to the likes of you (Pointing at Lexa:) or your people!" Lexa: (Coolly:) "So be it. (To Lincoln:) Blindfold the Sheriff, take him to the edge of the forest then release him." Lincoln: (Confused:) "Commander?" Lexa: "Our numbers greatly outmatch theirs. (Looking at the Sheriff:) It would be unsporting to battle our enemy without their leader. (Self-assured:) The castle will be ours soon enough." (The Sheriff smirks in admiration at Lexa's over-confident demeanour before being dragged out of the hut by Lincoln.) Clarke: (to the warriors:) "Let us begin. There are two teams. One, at the underground tunnel, is moving into position already. Therefore, it is our job as the second team to keep the eyes of our enemy diverted from them for as long as possible. To do that, we must be positioned here (Clarke places her hand on the model of Nottingham castle's front gates.) at the portcullis."

Nottingham Castle. The Great Hall. (The lower doors open and Allan enters with a stable lass.) Allan: “This stable lass saw him go in the night.” Gisborne: “Go? Where?” Allan: (to the girl:) “Go on.” Stable Girl: (Hesitates, scared.) “They went out on their horses. He was…mumbling.” Gisborne: “They?” Allan: “Just tell him what you told me.” Stable Girl: “Princess Eleanor and the Sheriff. She said, "Open the gate.” Gisborne: (Steps forward.) “And what did you do?” Stable Girl: “I opened the gate. (Gisborne spins round, realising the job of finding the Sheriff just got a lot more difficult.) He was in his nightclothes, sir.” Gisborne: “I knew it was a mistake not to have the Princess locked up in the dungeons! (Turns and points at Allan.) Comb the whole town. Then get out to all the villages. Just find him!” Sheriff’s quarters. (Gisborne enters. Jasper, with his back to the door, is in the Sheriff ’s chair eating. He looks back around the chair at the door. Gisborne walks past him.) Gisborne: “Well, I see our kitchen is taking good care of you.” Jasper: “Oh, good food’s wasted on me. (Drops a bare drumstick.) But I can smell a rat. (Gisborne turns around to face him.) What have you done to the Sheriff?” Gisborne: “Sir Jasper, nothing has been “done” with the Sheriff. In fact, he was seen riding out of the castle last night alive and well. We have a witness.” Jasper: “I don’t want a witness. I want the Sheriff. Now... (dabs the corners of his mouth with his napkin.) ... what’s for pudding?” (Smiles.)

[writingbymolina-blog]

Satellite - Part 2

a/n: sorry it took so long for this part to come out! I’ve been super busy :) enjoy this super long part! remember to request in my ask box! also, I’ve been having major bellamy feels so enjoy the bellamy pov’s in this part. 

Summary: Y/N becomes worried when her friend John Murphy isn’t the guy she remembers him to be. 

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader x John Murphy

Word Count: 2.7k

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PART 1

Bellamy’s POV

My sister and the others had been gone for a couple hours now and I couldn’t help but be worried. I wasn't sure what to think of it. I sometimes wish Octavia would just listen to me. She doesn't seem to understand that I have the best interests in mind for her. I sigh out of frustration and run my hands through my hair. I look around the area and notice all the delinquents. Some look lost, others scared, and some were setting up their tents. I knew that they would need a leader and I knew just the guy. I walked off to set up my own tent amongst the commotion. I had a plan.

Y/N’s POV

I sit near the large campfire that was made in the middle of all the tents that were beginning to scatter around the area that the drop ship landed. The fire crackles and flickers silently. My eyes move towards a small commotion near the drop ship. I recognize the two: one of them was Wells, Chancellor Jaha’s son, and the other was Murphy. I frown. Murphy seems to be confronting Wells about something. For some reason ever since we had landed on earth, Murphy has been acting different. I don’t know if it was the fact that I hadn’t seen him in such a long time or the newfound freedom. I sigh deciding it was best to leave the situation as is. I didn’t want to get involved with what was obviously a tense situation. I pick up a twig off the ground and fiddle with it before getting up to set up my tent as I had seen others were beginning to do. I start walking towards an empty spot and I see Bellamy walk out of his own tent. I smile a little at him, but he just avoids my gaze. I turn around and watch as he angrily approaches Murphy and John Mbege, he yells something that I couldn’t really make out. I notice Bellamy gesture towards the wristbands on Murphy and Mbege, this causes me to look at my own wristband. I watch carefully and something that Bellamy says invokes a sinister smile that I had never seen on Murphy’s face before.

After a couple more hours, there were tents lined around the area. We had our own little camp starting. I walk out of my own cramped tent and look at the crowd that was beginning to form around the bonfire. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. I push past a few of the other delinquents.

“What’s going on?” I ask around and someone just shrugs in response. I see a girl, whom I didn’t know, getting her wristband removed by Mbege and Murphy. They quickly toss it in the fire. I gasp quietly. Wells rushes up to them.

“If we take off all our wristbands, they won’t come down. We won’t be able to survive on our own,” Wells pleas. I hear whispers among the delinquents, all unsure how to respond.

“Here on Earth there are no laws,” Bellamy begins. “We can now do whatever the hell we want. It starts with removing our wristbands.” These words sent a chill down my spine. I watch smiles spread across the faces of the delinquents as they acknowledge their newfound freedom. Everyone begins chanting ‘whatever the hell we want,’ as rain began pouring down. I spread out my arms to feel the rain fall down on me. It was cold, but soothing. I see Murphy making his way over to me. The rain made his hair stick to his forehead. A small smirk is plastered over his face.

“I see that you’re Bellamy’s right hand man now,” I say quietly.

“Something like that,” Murphy tells me. I smile at him. I quickly decide to change the subject.

“Rain is even better than the textbooks made it seem,” I tell him laughing. He laughs slightly too. He places his hand gently on my arm.

“Y/N, you should take off your wristband too,” Murphy suggests. He nods towards his now bare wrist. “Think of the freedom we have now,” He continues. I felt guilt in the pit of my stomach. If we all take off our wristbands, everyone on the Ark won’t know the truth about how safe the ground really is. On the other hand, there is that newfound freedom that was calling my name. No rules, laws, Chancellors, or Councilman Uncles that floated your parents. I smile a bit and extend my arm towards Murphy. He grins in return and pretty soon my wrist was as bare as his.  

After the commotion of rain and whatnot, I made my way to my tent hoping to get some peace and quiet. I frown when I notice Murphy in my tent sprawled across my bed.

“Murphy don’t you have your own tent?” I say feigning annoyance. To be honest, I didn’t mind his company. He is my best friend.

“I’m hurt Y/N. You sound so upset to see me,” John sits up and pats next to him. “I haven’t set mine up yet. Too lazy.”

I roll my eyes at him, “Whatever you can stay John, no funny business.”

“Not promising anything,” Murphy says with a smile. I lie down in bed too tired to respond. It’s been a long day.

Later in the night, the sounds of crickets wake me up. I look to my left and frown when I notice that Murphy has gone missing. Where could he be? I decide to hop out of my bed and wander out of my tent. I hear the sounds of familiar voices near the woods and I follow them hoping that Murphy was okay. I hide behind a tree and notice Wells, Bellamy, Mbege, and Murphy. I frown. What the heck was going on? Bellamy says something to Wells and before I knew it Murphy and Mbege were holding Wells down removing his wristband forcefully. I gasp quietly and Bellamy looks in my direction. I swore he noticed me.

“What was that?” Murphy asks.

“Nothing,” Bellamy replies not moving his eyes away from the tree I was hiding behind. I quickly decide to run back to the drop ship in hopes of not being caught. I sink back into my bed. The images of John holding down Wells aggressively replays in my mind. This wasn’t the John I knew.

Light seeped through the tent panels. It invited me to wake up, but my warm bed was much more tempting. I was planning on staying in bed for a couple more hours, but the piercing scream of a girl woke me up. I rushed out of bed and followed the noise. Many of the delinquents were running around, messing with each other, and everything in-between. It was quite hectic, but I still follow the screams of the girl. I stop when I see Murphy holding a girl above an open flame.

“Murphy! What the heck are you doing?” I yell out angrily. He looks at me and I see a glimpse of sadness flicker across his eyes. Before he could reply, Bellamy angrily makes his way to my side.

“Murphy,” Bellamy says sternly.

“I thought we should make it seem like we’re suffering at least before dying,” Murphy says with a smirk. Bellamy groans a little at this. Wells quickly jumps out of nowhere shoving Murphy aggressively. Murphy was, surprisingly, not doing too well. This commotion causes a group of people to surround the area.

“Bellamy you have to do something,” I look at him in the eyes. He just looks back at me, but doesn’t reply. I attempt to run towards the scene of the fight, but Bellamy pulls my arm back.

“No, Y/N,” Bellamy says. He walks closer to the two.

At this point, Murphy has pulled out a knife. This action causes me to gasp. Bellamy stops the two. I sigh in relief until Bellamy tosses another knife on the ground. How could he?

“Fair fight,” Bellamy simply tells them. Wells picks up the knife and begins fighting with Murphy again. I run up to Bellamy and shove him slightly.

“Bellamy stop this,” I tell him angrily. He looks at the crowd of people cheering the two boys on. He opens his mouth to say something, but his eyes wander to Wells holding Murphy in a headlock. I make eye contact with Murphy and I give him my best look of disappointment. He frowns slightly. I was about to leave, no longer wanting to witness the situation, but Clarke shows up and stops the fight. Bellamy rushes over to his sister Octavia checking to see if she was hurt. I didn’t hear everything because my attention focused on a now-beat-up-Murphy, but I know Clarke mentioned something about how the Grounders had took Jasper. I roll my eyes at Murphy and paid attention to Clarke. I wanted to help. Clarke angrily looks at Wells’ and my bare wrist. “You guys are idiots, taking our wristbands are equivalent to killing everyone the people on the Ark and even us,” Clarke yells out. “We need people from the Ark to come help us,” Clarke continues in anger. Bellamy frowns.

“They’re survivors,” Bellamy replies before walking off with Octavia most likely to tend her injury.

“I’ll help you go find Jasper,” I tell Clarke. Anything was better than witnessing this new Murphy.

“Thanks meet me up in the drop ship in a bit,” Clarke smiles gratefully. “I think someone’s waiting for you,” She continues. I turn around and see Murphy behind me. I nod at Clarke.

“See you in a bit,” I reply. She smiles and walks off to gather supplies. Murphy walks up to me slowly. He opens his mouth to say something. I cut him off.

“What do you want Murphy?” I ask. He flinches a little at my tone.

“Look I’m sorry,” Murphy starts. “I didn’t mean t—”

“You should be apologizing to Wells and that girl,” I state. I begin to walk away. He pulls my arm back and I collide into him. At this point, we were closer than I was comfortable with being. “I don’t know who you are anymore,” I say quietly. He frowns at this. I walk away from him, yet again. He didn’t stop me this time, but before I was far enough I turn back around to face him. “You should set up your own tent tonight.” I say with no emotion. I felt my own heart break when I saw his face filled with sadness.

I head to my tent to grab some supplies before heading to the drop ship. I frown when I notice Murphy with Bellamy and the others. Great…

“Great Y/N’s here! That’s everyone,” Clarke exclaims.

“We should split up to cover more ground,” Finn recommends. I nod in agreement. Finn and Clarke head off a little faster on their own, while the rest of us clump into a larger group of 4. I notice Wells looking sadly at Clarke and Finn.

“You okay?” I ask. He nods, but I knew he really wasn't okay.

Bellamy’s POV

Clarke had invited me to come save this Jasper kid because she knew I had a gun. I didn’t want to at first, but I knew this would give me the perfect opportunity to get Clarke to take off her wristband. With Wells’ wristband off and Clarke’s there would be no way that they would come down to the ground. I look at Wells and notice his pained face as he watched Clarke wander off with the spacewalker. Y/N attempts to comfort him, but it doesn't work. I walk up to Y/N and Wells. “With Finn around she barely sees you Wells,” I tell him honestly. Y/N looks at me angrily. I just shrug. Wells glares at Bellamy before slowing down to walk by himself instead of Y/N and I.

“Well that was jerk-ish of you,” Y/N says looking around carefully. I scoff a bit.

“I’m telling him the truth,” I reply. “Do you want to give him false hope?” I look into Y/N’s Y/E/C eyes and feel myself turn red. I quickly look away. Thank God it was dark out. Why did I keep acting this way around Y/N? I hate it.

“It’s better than ripping his heart out,” she tells me. I watch as she turns around to catch a quick glimpse at Murphy. I felt a small pang of jealousy but shrugged it off.

“What’s the deal with you two?” I ask her trying to sound as not jealous as I could. She frowns.

“Nothing,” she replies. I attempt to pry more, but we were interrupted by Finn and Clarke.

“We found something,” Clarke states urgently and we follow her.

“Is this the right direction?” Murphy asks as we were following a trail of blood. As if on cue, we begin hearing someone in the distance. We follow the sounds and I hear Y/N gasp. There Jasper was: strung up on a tree. Clarke begins running towards him and Y/N follows her pulling Clarke back.

“We don’t know if it’s safe Clarke,” Y/N says. “It could be a trap.”

I nod in agreement, “Y/N’s right. Hold up.” I look over to Y/N who was smiling at me slightly. I return the smile. I swore I could’ve heard Murphy scoff from behind us. We all carefully made our way to the tree and avoided a couple ditches thanks to Y/N.

Finn and Murphy begin to cut Jasper down from the tree while Y/N and I stood there guarding the area.

“Did you hear that?” Y/N asks worriedly. I heard a low growl coming from the grasses. “Bellamy in the grass,” Y/N whispers. We look towards the field and I see a black silhouette moving quickly.

“What the—” I start. A large jaguar lunges out of the grass towards Y/N and I.

“Use your gun Bellamy!” I hear Clarke yell out. I reach down for my gun, but it was missing. Crap. The jaguar advances closer to us and pounces. I hear a gunshot and the jaguar was now on the ground: lifeless. I turn around and see Wells: gun in hand. I look to my side and Y/N had a large claw mark on her arm. She moans in pain reaching for her arm.  

“Crap, Y/N’s hurt guys!” I yell out. Jasper was taken off the tree. Wells and Clarke helping him walk, while I helped Y/N. I ripped a piece of my shirt and tied her arm up. She hisses in pain.

“Could you be any gentler?” she asks angrily. I roll my eyes at her.

“A thanks would be nice,” I say as I help her up, “Murphy, Finn, grab the jaguar. Let’s head back to the drop ship.”

The walk back to the drop ship was quick now that we had Jasper and food to bring back to the delinquents. As we brought the food into the camp site, the delinquents yelled out in joy. This gave me and idea. Food for a wristband.

“Murphy don’t let anyone eat unless they give up their wristband,” I tell him. He nods in agreement, but his eyes drift towards Y/N in worry. “I’ll let you know what happens to Y/N,” He smiles slightly.

I set Y/N down in the drop ship while Jasper is set down as well. Clarke looks at Jasper worriedly.  

“Will you be able to help them both?” I ask Clarke.

“I’m not my mother, but I can definitely try,” Clarke replies. I look down and brush a little hair out of Y/N’s face. She fell asleep. I found myself getting up and walking out to look at the commotion of people wanting food. Murphy looks over at me questionably and I nod confirming that everything was fine. I was going to figure out what the deal was between Y/N and Murphy.