#if it wasn’t clear i was going for the viewer hiding in bushes or a tree with moon’s first one

[wyervan]

Knock knock, Valentines from the slasher guys 💌

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

idk i think they like u or smth ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) they just show it kinda weird ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

last one’s a touch suggestive 🫠

[storywool]

A Cliche

Request:  I was just wondering if maybe you could write a cute fic with Bellamy x reader where everyone knows they like each other and the reader makes him smile all the time, but he's afraid of hurting her and yeah just pretty much all I want is fluff.

Word count: 1,974 

A/N: This is super cheesy but I love it so I hope this does your request justice nonnie <3 // Also this is like early season 1 when everyone hated Kane so forgive me for some Kane hating at one part (I love his character now :)) 

There was a lot the 100 did not know. They did not know how to kill animals efficiently to eat, they did not know how to heal serious wounds, and they definitely did not know how they were going to survive on the ground. But there were a few things they did know: the ground sucks, the Ark sucks, but might as well fall in love to make the ground more bearable. Y/n was intent on keeping out the romance drama that the ground suddenly brought, like with Clarke and Finn and Octavia and Adam. Bellamy Blake, though, made this situation incredibly hard.

Y/n was a delinquent that lost her family when she was fifteen because her mom tried to steal medicine and her dad tried to help. She was thrown into the Sky Box after Kane and his minions found out she knew about the situation, but did nothing to stop it. She had no friends or family, and sometimes she really liked that she was alone. But as she observed people interacting with each other on the ground, she realized how much she had missed out on. She quickly befriended Octavia Blake, who also had no friends because she spent her whole life hidden under the floorboard. Octavia is how she met Bellamy Blake, and how she fell head over heels with a guy completely out of her league. Bellamy Blake was the spitting image of male bravado: he was tall, tan, and handsome. His voice was like dark chocolate and his smile was like the Sun. He was a leader, albeit sometimes too tough of a leader, but he was a leader that people looked up to. They turned to him when they were scared or unsure. He fought for the little guys, the “low borns” like Y/n. He was everything Y/n never had, and that’s why she never told him how she felt. She didn’t know what it was like to have someone like that in her life, and she was too nervous to find out.

Unknown to Y/n, Bellamy Blake was absolutely smitten with Y/n. He thought she was attractive from the moment he laid eyes on her in the drop ship. As he got to know her bubbly personality, cunning wit, and bad sense of humor, his schoolboy liking turned to a full blown crush. She was everything he felt he was not. He was also stuck in the stereotypical ‘everything I touch dies’ mentality. They were both incredibly insecure, both incredibly in love, but incapable of telling each other.

But tonight was the night. Bellamy had decided that he was going to toughen up and tell Y/n how she felt. With the recent surge of deaths in the 100, he felt like time was fleeting, and every moment he wasn’t with her was a moment wasted. They were both on watch duty tonight, so he planned on telling her then. That way they would have the ultimate amount of privacy, and if everything went badly, they could patrol on different sides and not have to see each other.

As the sun set and Bellamy made his way to his post with Y/n, he felt butterflies rise into his stomach and throat. His hands became clammy and he began to feel nervous. ‘Snap out of this Blake. She’s just a girl. What’s the worst that will happen? She says no?,’ part of him thought. The other part of him mentally responded with ‘Yeah and that’ll be embarrassing if I get rejected.’

Hey Blake, what’s shakin’?” Y/n asked, breaking him from his inner dialogue. He brushed the negative thoughts off and paid attention to Y/n. She smiled at him brightly, like she was the happiest person alive. He returned the smile, which was something he very rarely did.

Y/n was leaning against the front post with her knife at her side, and a book in her hands. She casually munched on a handful of nuts they had found in the forest. She was wearing a thin black t-shirt that allowed her collar bone to poke through, tight gray jeans, and combat boots. Her hair was pulled back into a braid.

As Bellamy approached her, Y/n took time to check Bellamy out, much as he was doing to her. He was looking like a snack in his tight gray t-shirt that allowed the viewer a preview of every nicely toned muscle on his body, jeans that were tight in all the right places (his butt), and black combat boots. His hair was messy, which Y/n decided was a better look on him than the slicked back hair was. He carried a gun in one hand and what looked like a flower in the other.

“Look at this flower I found earlier.” Bellamy said. Y/n chuckled at how uncharacteristic of a comment that was. She didn’t mind it though; it was completely adorable. Bellamy held out the red flower. Y/n remembered seeing a flower like this in one of her books up on the Ark.

“It’s a rose I think.” Y/n responded, taking the flower in her hand.

“Watch your fingers-” Bellamy began to say before she pricked her finger on the thorns on the stem and let out a soft hiss. Bellay started to say I’m sorry when Y/n put her thumb in her mouth to help stop the small cut from bleeding.

“It’s fine. I should have been paying attention. It’s beautiful though.” She grinned as she twirled the flower around carefully in her non-injured hand. She motioned to give it back but Bellamy held up his hand.

“Keep it, I got it for you.” At Y/n’s questioning look, he added, “You mentioned how you’ve never seen a real flower before, so I found this and thought of you.” He mentioned as if it were in passing. Y/n’s cheeks deepened to a red comparable to the rose’s. She felt butterflies rise in her stomach at the thought of Bellamy remembering such a miniscule detail about her. Not only that, but he actively went and found a flower for her.

“Bell, that’s so sweet. Thank you.” She took out the book she had brought with her and pressed the flower into the pages of the book. This way, she would be better able to preserve the flower.

They sat in comfortable silence as the sun disappeared completely from view, and the moon came up to play. Y/n kept catching Bellamy staring at her, but every time she looked over at him, he’d look away. He was incredibly beautiful in the pale moon light. Even though he couldn’t see it, Y/n’s cheeks reddened again. This was Bellamy Blake she was thinking about. There was no way he’d go for her.

Bellamy, after his twentieth stolen glance at Y/n, cleared his throat and sat up from his slouched position. He took in a deep breath and decided that now was the moment. He was going to tell Y/n how he felt right here, right now. “So Y/n-” He started.

“Oh no, very few good conversations start with “so ‘insert name’…” Y/n chuckled, trying to lighten up the tense air that just befell them.

Bellamy grinned slightly out of nervousness. He coughed into his hand before continuing, “Well, I hope you think this is good…” he paused and swallowed a large breath before letting the sentence roll of his tongue so fast he almost didn’t catch what he was saying, “I like you a lot.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and reached back to scratch his neck (a nervous tick of his) before peeping one eye open to see Y/n’s reaction. She stared at him with her mouth open and her eyes wide. Bellamy took this as a sign to keep talking, “Wow that sounded childish. Um, ever since we got to the ground, I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off of you. And then you became best friends with my sister, and I got to get to know you and well, yeah…” He trailed off.

crossed her arms and with her mouth wide open, turned to Bellamy, who still hadn’t completely turned to look at her face. “Wait, seriously? You like me?” She asked. She laughed slightly, but Bellamy knew it was out of shook.

“Out of all of that I did not think that would be the part you got caught up on.” He sarcastically replied and smiled.

“I-I-I’m like the female version of like, Chancellor Jaha or Kane or something. No one likes me, and especially not someone as good looking as you.” She stuttered. Her mind was roaming in a thousand different directions. Never before did she have a guy that she was interested in like her back. And it was Bellamy Blake, the eye candy of all the delinquent girls.

Bellamy tried to hide his smile as he said, “Well, I like you a little bit more than Jaha.” They both laughed out loud to his joke. Y/n had almost forgotten that he was here because he tried to kill Chancellor Jaha, which she honestly didn’t blame him for.

“You’re being serious right? Like this isn’t some joke where people are gonna jump out from the bushes and tell me this was a prank?” Y/n questioned, taking a sharp turn into seriousness.

He closed the gap between them, and took her free hand in his. Her hands were cold from the chilly night air, but were soft. His were rough and calloused from years of manual labor. Y/n felt her breath hitch in her throat and felt her heart skip a few beats. The last time she was this close to Bellamy was when they were using a car as refuge from the acid fog.

“Why would I do that?” He whispered. His voice so close to Y/n made her hair stand up on the back of her neck. She shrugged and stared at the ground.

“Why are you telling me this now?” Y/n asked after hesitating for a moment.

“Honestly, I was afraid I would hurt you. My mom is dead because of me, my sister is down here because of me, and my dad left because of me. I’ve hurt everyone in my life that has mattered to me so far, and I didn’t want to do that to you.” Y/n knew his words were sincere, but she still chuckled anyway.

Bellamy looked up at her finally. Her eyes were soft and kind, not mocking like her laugh suggested. “You know how cliché that sounds right? You can’t protect me by not admitting your feelings. If something bad is going to happen to me, it won’t be because of you.”

She intertwined their fingers and pulled him into her a little bit more. Bellamy towered over her and stared into her eyes. “I’m sorry about everything that’s happened with your family, but letting someone into your life isn’t an automatic death sentence for them.”

Without a second thought, they both moved in towards each other, their lips crashing together as they joined in a chaste kiss. The kiss lasted seconds before they both pulled away to look at each other. Their eyes searched the other’s eyes before Y/n wrapped her arm around Bellamy’s neck and pulled him back closer. Their lips connected into a passionate kiss filled with suppressed emotions. Bellamy wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

When they pulled away, their lips were swollen and their breathing was ragged. “So the flower was a good move?” Bellamy smiled down at Y/n, who still had her arms wrapped around his neck.

“Oh yes, excellent.” She kissed him again, and beamed into the kiss. For once, life seemed to be going decently, and she couldn’t stop smiling at the thought of it.

[aion-rsa]

Evil: Did Kristen Kill Orson?

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This article contains spoilers for Evil season 1.

Kristen Bouchard, played by Katja Herbers, was as surprised by the Evil season 1 finale as any viewer. Something drew the normally cynical psychiatric trial expert to test her fate. The moment before she sees the acrid burn of sin on her flesh, she is relieved. Everything is normal for too short a moment. Evil season 2 will open on another side of a rabbit hole. The supernatural suspense drama already cast an all-seeing eye into demonic connections in international conspiracy. Their new unsolved mystery is an inner crime. A lone act. Did Kristen kill Orson LeRoux (Darren Pettie)? All the clues are there. Some may have been repressed, like a tell-tale blood stain no one wants to see, but malicious intent tends to rise to the surface. What could have possessed Kristen to do such a thing? Perhaps only the show’s resident therapist, the goat-headed demon who primarily tends to Leland Townsend (Michael Emerson), knows for sure, and he’s known as the father of lies.

As the designated Doubting Thomas in a group of Catholic Church-affiliated paranormal investigators, Kristen has made it her mission to get to the bottom of elusive truths. As a citizen she lends her expert testimony to keep the most dangerous criminals from re-entering society. She fought very hard to keep Orson in prison. But when the convicted serial killer’s sentence was overturned, Kristen’s first concern was as a mother. Not only did she fail to keep a multiple murderer off the street, she fails to keep him from showing up on her own block. Orson does this just as Kristen is escorting her daughters aboard the school bus. She dials 911, but Orson is the one to file a police complaint. Their neighborly squabble is settled with a conciliatory fruit basket.

Orson LeRoux is a gift that keeps giving. He was on the ninth rung of a 12-step program to hell, and looking for something short of redemption. The newly freed serial killer was just getting on our good sides when we overheard the call from Detective Mira Byrd (Kristen Connolly) saying he wouldn’t be making it to season 2. “He was bludgeoned,” Byrd says. “We are thinking it was by his wife. Your troubles are over.” But “Book 27,” the title of the final episode, doesn’t shut the file on the problematic psychopath. It throws a whole library at undue process.

The night Kristen came home to find her daughter Lexis asleep on the floor near an open front door and Orson’s gift basket, she put the kid to bed and went out in a hurry. Before she left, she grabbed a climbing axe. Kristen and her husband are both avid and expert mountaineers, and the instrument is pristine. It looks brand new and still has its shine. The axe looks like the walking stick Claude Rains used to kill Lon Chaney Jr. in The Wolfman. His son had a terrible secret. When the moon was full, he became a murderous beast. Like Orson, the werewolf is very vocal in expressing regret for his violence but shows no outward signs of his affliction when he’s not possessed by his lunacy. 

Evil has its own character with a unique gait. The Demon Therapist is made to look like an all-male version of the Goat of Mendes, also known as Baphomet. There is some evidence he may be setting Kristen up for a fall. Not only as a suspect in the murder of the legally exonerated ex-con, but from grace itself. And then, after Kristen gives the appearance of murderous intent before the crime, she also blatantly covers up evidence right in front of one of her most trusted colleagues.

The sequence where Ben Shakir (Aasif Mandvi) notices the blood on Kristen’s leg reminds me of the scene where Lou Costello walks right into Boris Karloff’s character in the 1949 suspense comedy Abbott and Costello Meet the Killer. In that film, Karloff’s killer hypnotically suggests to the surprised witness “You didn’t see me. I wasn’t here,” and pulls a mental disappearing act. When Ben asks Kristen why she has blood on her leg, she cleans it right in front of him and simply says “I don’t have blood on my leg.” She makes it clear that her leg is currently blood-free, providing a loop-hole for a legal disappearing act. Jedi mind tricks are not admissible in court, though, so it appears she is skirting more than ethics.

Kristen is also ducking a culling scythe. David Acosta (Mike Colter), the ex-journalist, pre-ordained priest who assesses supernatural events for the Catholic Church, also indulges in mind tricks. He routinely mixes brews of hallucinogens to open himself up to mystical visions. At one point towards the end, we see him fingering a baggie of magic mushrooms which fades to a hallucination. He envisions himself in the middle of a field of wheat, which the Demon Therapist is separating from chaff. Kristen walks right past David straight to the agricultural reaper. She has a smile of beneficence on her face and is unconcerned. That’s more than you can say for David, who is so worried he drops the untouched bag of psychedelic experience to the floor. He didn’t need chemicals to see the signs. But what do they mean?

David could have seen an allusion to Kristen’s mortal sin, which would lead her to a path of perdition. He may also be seeing a warning, in which case, she has not yet fully given in to the temptation of the most dramatic of maternal instincts. Who is to say Detective Byrd isn’t involved in the murder?  Kristen Connolly has been playing much of the role ambiguously. Maybe the detective figures it will help the book sales she had to admit to under oath. Orson’s death could be one of collusion. It is most probably a mere step on the downward spiral Kristen’s arc is taking.  

David is very good at reading signs. He recognized the symbol to the RMS fertility clinic which is churning out demon babies by the test-tube-full from one he’d seen in his vision of an ancient occult text. But the hottest clue to the mystery which surrounds him doesn’t come from a burning bush. It comes from a scorched palm. The very last scene of the Evil finale changes the paradigm of the show. In what looks like a whim of scientific curiosity, Kristen holds a crucifix in the palm of her hand. She’s been to enough exorcisms, and even saw the effects reading “The Lord’s Prayer” had on the possibly-possessed Orson. Kristen is performing an ad hoc experiment. And she is positively relieved at the initial results.

Kristen’s relief lasts less than a second. The experiment is apparently a success, but it’s not a happy conclusion. The skin which touched the crucifix is branded with the mark of the cross. By the logic of Hollywood since the beginning of celluloid, this would indicate Kristen Bouchard is at least possessed, if not already some kind of demon. That fertility clinic David connected the dots to was the same one she’d gone to after she’d suffered a miscarriage. Her daughter, the psychically gifted Lexis Bouchard (Maddy Crocco), was born after in vitro fertilization procedures done at their facilities. Besides the Boys from Brazil conspiracy Ben revealed at the connection, this also brings in another aspect of Kristen’s maternal instinct. Would she kill to protect her demon spawn?

We know Kristen is fiercely protective of her children. We’ve also seen evidence she can be fairly quick to violence. She had no qualms about carving her initials into the neck of Leland Townsend, the defense expert who has become her most annoying nemesis. She also seemed to savor twisting a blade into the demon George. A prosecuting attorney might bring these incidents up to tarnish her character in a trial for killing Orson. But they also open an easy gateway to Kristen’s inner darkness. David’s head priest says a person has to invite a demon before they can be possessed. Lexis not only invited the Demon Therapist into her hallway, she jumped at the chance to go the “next level,” and punched in the security code for him. Kristen accepted the demon when she followed through on the path laid out for her.

While it remains unclear whether Kristen is possessed or in an early stage of possession, her openness to demonic forces may have been foreshadowed in episode 1. It happens after one of her earliest night-terror incidents with the demon George, when Kristen is lying in bed with her daughters. She breaks the fourth wall with a knowing grin to the camera. While some of her actions might indicate a weakening of moral standards, leading to her being open to committing a mortal sin, there are no overt signs of encroaching demonic infestation. But the road to hell is an insidious one, paved with the very best of intentions.

Those who are condemned to hell don’t display their designations with signs like the burn marks left by crucifixes and other holy residue. If Kristen had become possessed, she would have shown signs during some of the exorcism rites she’d witnessed during the season. But Orson’s murder may have been a climax to a seduction which began when she was first introduced to the holy work. She has increasingly become more secretive to the people around her, both professionally and personally. She doesn’t give out easy explanations, and keeps too many details too close to her vest. Kristen often looks like she’s hiding something even in the least necessary moment. She even does it against her own self-interest.

Because Evil is an intentionally and happily effective confounding series, the mystery of Orson’s death will probably not be what is most readily apparent. It is hidden in the occult clues we might have overlooked, just like a gas leak may be hidden by some plaster in the room of a seemingly satanic crime scene. Kristen is indeed primed to be suspect, but Detective Byrd has motive and opportunity. It would almost be a shame if Orson’s wife got to him first.

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[hostile-southern]

Sparing My Feelings

The tides seem to change every time I write something, so what the hell... I was trying to move on. I think I have, but my head's been a mess lately.

I got tired of waiting for the Kinky Fucker, so I asked him if I'd get in trouble if I took care of myself. He beat around the bush some, but he finally told me our fun was over. I was relieved. The night before, he'd shared details on the server about his last relationship--that his ex had had a low sex drive (and that's why they were open?). So, I had that on my mind, though he’s hard to believe.

After he let me go, he said he was going back to work but would be back to talk to me in a couple of hours. I didn't know what else we had to discuss, but when I was taking my shower, I realized I'd only assumed he wanted an open relationship. I wanted to clear that up with him. Over four hours later, he still hadn't messaged me... At that point, I decided to just tell him, so I did.

KF gave me a bunch of mixed messages--surprise, surprise. He seemed to still want me. He said he did want an open relationship, but he didn't know if his boyfriend did. All right. I told him I was going to take care of myself, but I wanted him to let me know if the discussion of being open ever came up, naturally.

That night, I was on a mission to take care of myself, and I sought out a viewer, which was probably a mistake. The search was disastrous. I mean, it wasn't much worse than it was before KF, but all it did was make me feel worse.

The next day, I left KF alone, and he left me alone. I saw him on the server, but by the time I did, he had said he was going to bed. I responded to someone who had mentioned me, and nobody said anything for hours.

I didn't want KF to think I was snubbing him, so I sent him a message today. I wouldn't expect him to respond until after work. Still... I've this unshakable feeling that maybe he's never liked me as much as I wanted him to. I've always said that I didn't think he was as into what we had as I was, but I'm wondering if he's been trying to let me down gently this entire.time.

Even before all this, whenever it started, maybe he never wanted me, and he just let me believe he did. Ouch... I don't mean to seem unproductive here, but in the end, oh well. It's a lie I enjoyed, and if he felt the need to keep it up, well, that's his choice. I don't know how to keep being friends with him or anybody else, though. Even in real life, I just can't relate to most people anymore.

That didn't start with this, and this hasn't made it worse. I just liked being distracted. I guess that's reasonable; maybe it's something I should have expected all along. The past two months or so have been a long, drawn out simulation of one of my hook ups from back in the day, not one in particular, which I thought went well, but in the end, it was just another one night stand.

This is another thing I don't wanna be right about. I was right about everything else, though, so... As a final thought on the matter, I think, if KF really wanted me and really wanted things to be open, then I don't think it'd be that difficult to ask someone he’s decided to enter a relationship with about it.

I'm not big on commitments, but I don't see the point in being with someone I’d have to hide stuff from, especially sexual stuff. Knowing him, it's possible he's worried that the conversation wouldn't go well, but I need to face facts. He might have never intended to keep me, and that's all right. Either way, I had fun.

Add: Well, KF responded, and we had friendly banter. I don’t know if I wanna be his friend. I either hate him for what he did to me, or I’m waiting for him. I know it’s not helpful to wonder if he ever truly wanted me, though.