#simon bellamy x y/n

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what i will write!

✧— reader-inserts (in third person instead of y/n format) ✧— suggestive scenes ✧— heavy whump ✧— crossovers ✧— alternate universes ✧— fix-its ✧— most genres ✧— open to canon x canon ships no matter how cracky ✧— fics based on inbox memes or songs ✧— asks answered ic from the pov of a fictional character

what i won't write!

x— your ocs unless we're friends and i am familiar with them x— explicit smut x— fic that heavily focuses on pregnancy or childbirth, especially mpreg x— fics for fandoms not on my active fandom list

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fandoms and characters i will write for! (bolded characters denote who i am most interested in; strikethroughs indicate that requests for that franchise or character are temporarily closed)

✧— bad samaritan ↪ cale erendreich, derek sandoval, katie hopgood, sean falco ✧— the mentalist ↪ grace van pelt, patrick jane ✧— misfits ↪ alisha daniels, curtis donovan, jamie young, jeremy, kelly bailey, louise young, mike young, nathan young, ollie, simon bellamy ✧— my little pony: friendship is magic ↪ applejack, fluttershy ✧— red riding trilogy ↪ barry "bj" anderson, eddie dunford ✧— season of the witch ↪ kay ✧— the song of sway lake ↪ charlotte sway, nikolai, ollie sway ✧— sonic the hedgehog ↪ amy, bunnie rabbot, cream, emerl, maria robotnik, omega, rouge, shadow, sonic, tails, tikal, vanilla ✧— the umbrella academy ↪ allison hargreeves, ben hargreeves (umbrella or sparrow), diego hargreeves, grace hargreeves, klaus hargreeves, luther hargreeves, reginald hargreeves, viktor hargreeves (open to writing viktor pre-transition as well) ✧— wanted: dead or alive ↪ jason nichols, josh randall

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[pretend-writer]

Down Below (Chapter 78)

Summary: After being sent down on Earth with the other prisoners from the Ark, Y/N Reyes faces series of events and learns about survival. With new things happening around her, she is now starting a new chapter in her life.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader, John Murphy x reader, Raven Reyes x sister!reader

Word Count: 2k words

Warning: swearing, mention of death and violence

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Couple of McCreary's criminals stayed behind with the guards, with a help of Indra watching over them. Meanwhile, I've decided to interrupt Russell with a surprise visit.

I insisted I'd go alone, the less people the better especially knowing that Russell wasn't quite the violent type; There was no way he’d lay his hands on me, I had no worries about him at all. He had killed Clarke because of his greed, I highly doubt that he'd kill more of us out of anger.

Some people disagreed with me, not surprised. Of course Bellamy, Josephine and Murphy wanted to come with me, Jordan wished to tag along too. Delilah being sacrificed for the prime hit him pretty hard, I didn't blame him for wanting to confront him.

As we barged into the lab, we were greeted with a startled look on all of their faces. Simone and Emori instantly looked upset, Abby looked like she was dying for her next fix.

'How in the hell did you guys escape?' Simone cursed, stepping up in front of me.

'It's not very hard, you know. Now would you guys be so kind and give us back the blood you made.' Murphy took out his hand, motioning them to hand it over.

Approaching fast, Emori reached for John's hand. 'John, what are you doing?'

'We can't let them continue to deceive and kill their innocent people, it's not right. Now they got us involved too.'

'Just hand us the damn blood.' I walked over to Simone that had it in her hands, 'Haven't you guys lived enough already?'

Simone chuckled, 'You don't get it do you?'

'What, killing people thinking their sacrificing themselves to false Gods? Of course I don't get it, I'm not a homicidal bitch like you.'

She reached her hand out, smacking my cheek while holding the blood in her other hand. I couldn't react and get her back as Bellamy was quicker than me, grabbing Simone's collar. 'Get your fucking hands off of her.'

'Let go of my wife!' Russell screamed at Bellamy, trying to reach over her but was suddenly distracted by Murphy.

He had snatched the blood off of Simone's hand, laughing as he hugged it in his arms. 'You guys are awfully slow.'

'Do you really think that's a smart move, Murphy?' Russell rolled his eyes. 'One word and the guards will storm in here and shoot you without a warning.'

'You shoot me, I drop this bad boy and the blood is destroyed. You really want to do this Russell?'

He huffed, turned to look at Emori and back to John. 'You fucked everything up, you know? I trusted Emori when she said you were with us.'

'That's your own fault for trusting her, I never agreed to this. I honestly just want you dead.'

'What do you guys want from this anyway? Why do you care what our community is doing? These people believe in us, believe that the Primes store peace and prosperity to Sanctum.'

How can that come out of Simone's mouth? Saying that their community chose to sacrifice their lives for a God that they've made up? 'They sacrifice themselves because they believe in the lies you told them. I care because you're killing your own people.'

'Can we just compromise? Agree to disagree and live on with our lives as we did these past few days?' Josephine tried to be the middle of man of this, siding with her family as well us siding with us.

'I thought I made a deal to compromise with Russell but he chose to betray me instead.' I looked at Josephine, understanding where she was coming from but hoping that she will finally realize that what her family has been doing is completely wrong. 'This outcome is all your father's fault. I didn't want any of this to happen.'

'Whatever happens to me and my people are none of your damn business! What we do does not concern you at all!' Simone raised her voice at me, veins tracing down her face as she seemed angry as ever.

'Now that you're getting us involved, it certainly is. We don't have to make these stupid blood for you, you know that right?'

Murphy's POV;

Y/N and Simone have been yelling at each other for quite sometime now, I'd want to help her but I wasn't in the position to defend her. Besides, she could handle herself well.

Simone's facial expression changed as she heard the words come out of Y/N's mouth, it was as if she had triggered her.

'I've had enough of your attitude already.' Simone screamed as she charged at Y/N, punching her in her stomach.

Before I was able to jump in to help, Y/N grabbed her arm, twisting it to the opposite direction that had Simone scream even louder. Turning her whole body around, she then kicked her back which had her falling next to Russell.

As Simone fell to the ground, she breathed. 'What happened to no violence?'

'You fucking punched me in the gut, I'm not just going to stand there.'

Just as I was about to make a snarky comment at Simone, Abby had snatched the blood from my hand. I quickly turned to her, 'What are you doing?'

Abby wasn't listening and instead ran out the lab. All of us trailed her from behind, ending up next to the airlock chamber. She had locked herself in the chamber, attempting to float herself and the nightblood with her.

Her hand was on the lever, her other arm tightly holding onto the nightblood. Y/N approached closer to her, trying convince her from the other side of the airlock. 'Abby, let's rethink this okay?'

'Don't fucking tell me what to do!' Abby yelled, tears running down her cheeks. 'Why do you care anyway, they lose the blood and you get to see me float myself. Win-win situation for you, I'd say.'

Y/N huffed, shaking her head. 'Don't be fucking stupid. I don't agree with you nor did I enjoy being threatened by you at the bunker but I don't want you dead, Abby.'

'I've lost everything, Y/N!' Abby started to sob, 'Russell killed my daughter, Marcus left me. I have nothing left, what do you know about loss?'

'We've all lost something, Abby.' I approached her also, standing next to Y/N. 'You guys sent us down to Earth when we were only kids, when we barely understood right from wrong. A lot of us lost parents, not that I really cared but some do. I understand that you're angry and frustrated but don't tell us we don't know how you're feeling.'

Y/N had never fully told me what happened down at the bunker, all I know is that Abby had done something to her, something that she will never forgive her for. She never told me the whole story, said that she wanted to forget everything because it was so awful what happened.

Even with all the altercation between her and Abby, Y/N was still trying to stop her from floating herself out of the airlock. I know how much the bunker had messed her up, I was honestly surprised that she was willing to help Abby.

‘Why are you trying so hard to help me? I’m the one that’s responsible for your misery right?’ Abby looked straight into Y/N’s eyes.

‘Like I said, I don't want you dead. I'll never forget what happened but we can always work our way to forgive. We’ve all worked our way through hell, we can get through this too.’

I admire Y/N’s strength, which are one of the reasons why I loved her so much. Watching her fight for Abby made me feel stupid about letting her go, being dumb enough to not say I love you back to her.

Abby nodded her head, ‘You’re right Y/N. You’re right. I’m sorry.’

She opened the airlock and slowly walking out as Y/N rubbed her hand on Abby’s back, trying to comfort her while she continued to sob.

'Maybe it's time to end all this, dad. We've done enough already.' Josephine said, surprisingly. Perhaps all of this have overwhelmed her, finally understanding that it wasn't worth the pain they were causing.

Russell inhaled dramatically, rolling his eyes as everyone had their eyes on Y/N and Abby. ‘Don't be a fool, Josie. It's never over.'

'If that's how you feel, so be it.’ Abby suddenly shoved Y/N to the side, pulling Simone from behind her and yanking her into the airlock chamber with her. Bellamy, having the faster instinct, caught Y/N before she fell to the ground.

‘Let me out, Russell! Help me, please!’ Simone banged on the glass from the other side as Abby locked the chamber again. ‘Anybody, help me out please!’

‘Simone!’ Russell looked at Bellamy, Jordan and then to me, panic all over his eyes as he tried to look for help. ‘Please get my wife out of there.’

Abby shook her head, ‘It’s too late now.’

Y/N pushed Bellamy’s arms out of her way, running towards the airlock as she screamed. ‘Abby, don-’

She was too late, Abby had pulled the lever as if she was committed to do so. Abby seemed as though she was ready to float herself, I doubt that Y/N would've convinced herself otherwise.

Bellamy pressed the button to close the airlock, comforting Y/N as she looked distraught. It was selfish of me to feel jealousy towards Bellamy, when Y/N needed someone to lean on when one of our people had died tragically. I couldn’t help it, I was mad at myself for fucking everything up.

Josephine and Russell on the other hand was emotionless, Simone was gone faster than the snap of a finger. They’ve probably haven’t gotten the grasp of any of this, since they were not familiar with the floating method.

‘What... did you guys do...’ Russell mumbled, staring into space as if he was staring at a ghost.

‘Seems like Abby took your wife for taking her own daughter away from her. Fair trade I should say.’ Jordan said angrily. I didn’t think he had it in him to say such harsh words, even though we all know we were all thinking the same thing.

Josephine shook her head. ‘We did a shitty thing, I know. But was that really fair? How dare you say that, she murdered my mother!’

‘Just how you murdered our friend! Just as how you murdered Delilah, she didn’t know the whole truth about what she was sacrificing herself for!’ Jordan took a step toward Josephine, screaming his lungs out. ‘Your family has been doing this for years, there’s no excuse for that!’

A sudden loud bang echoed, Jordan falling hard onto the floor without saying another word. Josephine screamed, looking at her father with a gun in his hand which was aimed towards Jordan.

Josephine froze into place as the rest of us ran towards Jordan to see if he was alright, but it was too late once again. He was already bleeding to death, bullet going straight through his chest.

'None of you guys move or I will shoot again.'

Everything had clicked; I really should've had killed Russell when I had the chance. I could've protected Jordan, I bet Monty was ashamed of me and all of us that it ended up being this way.

Or maybe Y/N was right, if we just accepted the trade, no one would end up getting hurt. Sure, Russell would still live but he wouldn't be an issue as long as he stayed in Sanctum.

None of this would've happened if I'd just stopped Emori from this, while we were marching back to the ship. I could've said something before we left Sanctum. There were so many chances where I could've stopped this and I did nothing.

And now Russell is unpredictable, all hell broke loose and he had gone insane. His lover was gone, forever and there was no going back. Abby and Jordan were gone and we might lose more of our people, even lose the love of my life because of my stupid choice.

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Arcade- Nathan Young

Pairing: Nathan Young x Reader

Characters: Nathan Young, Simon Bellamy

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 479

Author: Aaron

“What do you mean no? You cheap fuckin’ bastard. Give me the money or watch what happens!” It was hard to hear Nathan over the whirring of the machines and the cries of you from the children that darted in an out of the arcade. “Give me that juicy pot of 2p coins or watch what happens.”

“Nathan. You knew we were all going to the seaside today, why didn’t you bring any money?” Simon asked as he fed dull 2p coins into the machine.” Nathan swung his arms around and groaned moodily. “It’s like bringing a child, actually, forget that, the children here are actually kind of behaving themselves and I wouldn’t want to insult them.” Nathan lunged at Simon, you pushed Nathan back and gave him a stern finger point.

“Why are we even in the arcade anyway? Isn’t there better things we could be doing with our day off?”

“We all agreed on going to the beach.” Simon smiled as a small tower of coins fell into his tray. “Actually Nathan, It was your idea to go to the beach.”

“Yes you absolute chimp, I wanted to go to the beach. The keyword being beach not the fucking arcade. I thought we were going to lie on the sand, check out some babes, you know? I was actually thinking me and y/n could leave you mugs behind and find a nice little cove to erect a sandcastle, you know?” Nathan gave you a cheeky wink but was met with a harsh glare.

“I will funnel sand into your penis Nathan.”

“Oh.” He smiled devilishly. “A kinky one, are we? Look if I must be here then at least give me something to do, I’m bored out of my head here, even I’m not desperate to hit on the biddies working here. I’m good for it, I’ll give it back to you when we get back, I promise.” He slumped his shoulders forward and leant against the sticky wall.

“No, you won’t.” Simon stood from the dirty stool and held his small cup of winnings; the fifteen minutes of play had netted him a total of about of about four pence of winnings, but it was still better than nothing. “You still owe me a can of coke from about four months ago.”

“I keep forgetting, not my fault.” Nathan shrugged as he sadly watched a pair of children play air hockey across the arcade.

“I remind you every time we go to the shop, and all that happens is you ask me to buy you another can.”

“Nathan if I give you some money will you shut up and leave us alone and do you promise not to spend it on drugs?” You reached into your pocket and held a ten pound note in the air.

“I can’t promise that.” He snatched the note and ran.

[moonlit-imagines]

Prime Time

Bellamy Blake x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: @everydayimfangirling: “Could I request a Bellamy Blake x reader imagine set in s6? Maybe where the reader is a nightblood and instead of Clarke being chipped and going through all that shit, its the reader who goes through it all? Super angsty. Hopefully that makes sense! I'm sure it'll be great! Thank you so much! ❤❤❤❤❤❤”

Your blood was black and more valuable than you could possibly know. You thought that after the time of the commanders was over, the only good thing that came from your blood was radiation immunity. But it’s never that simple, is it?

When you arrived on Planet Alpha, you weren’t sure to expect. You were definitely mesmerized by the new scenery, and confused by its current state. After a very long day of being cuffed to a wall and hoping you would survive this eclipse, the population of this village arrived, along with some answers.

You and Bellamy sat across from each other at the table in the cute little bar your friends were trapped in. Their hospitality skills were unmatched. You hadn’t felt this welcome somewhere since Lexa had a group of you over for a feast. That is, before she was almost poisoned and a war almost broke out.

Getting off track here: Bellamy and you were discussing the current situation.

“What if they don’t let us stay, Bel?” You spoke lowly. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

“Don’t worry, Clarke’s going to take care of this. Everything will come together soon enough.” He explained.

“Do you ever still wish you were on the Ring?” You asked. Bellamy sighed.

“Sometimes. Too much has changed, I wish I had been able to preserve old memories, now their just tainted with the truth.” Bel frowned, causing you to frown, as well.

“I’m sorry, Bel. I truly am.” You rested your head on the table.

“Hey, y/n, it’s not your fault.” He told you. “Don’t stress yourself out. You’re the only thing that’s kept me sane through these past few years. Remember that.” He gave you a weak but genuine smile.

“I love you.” You leaned forward to give him a kiss.

“Y/N?” One of the guards walked into the bar and informed you of a change of plans. “You’ve been invited to tonight’s dinner, as well. I suggest you get ready?”

“Oh,” you blankly stared at the messenger, “uhh—”

“You can borrow a dress of mine, I don’t mind!” Delilah told you.

“Very well, we’ll see you soon.” The guard exited the building and Delilah led you and Bellamy to her closet.

“Thank you so, so much, Delilah. You’re so kind, it’s almost baffling.” You complimented.

“It’s my pleasure, you can pick whatever you’d like in here.” She told you. “I’ll leave you to it.” She closed the door and you heard her footsteps fade away. You looked through the array of dressed that Delilah gave you access to.

“I’ve never worn a dress before.” You admitted to Bellamy.

“I figured.” He replied with a sweet little smile. “You’re gonna look amazing in something that’s not inherently post-apocalyptic. Not that I don’t love your gear as it is.” Bel corrected himself.

“Yeah, yeah.” You chuckled as your eye caught a beautiful sky blue dress. That was the one, you pulled it out of the closet and held it in front of Bellamy for his opinion.

“That one’s perfect for you.” He observed the perfect stitching on the dress. “Try it on.”

You removed your jacket and pulled off your shirt and pants. Bellamy helped you get into the dress. It’s not like you needed help, but he was sweet enough to do it anyways. He adjusted the back for you and tied it up, then turned you around and admired this new side of you.

“I feel very out of place.” You crossed your arms.

“It’s only a few hours.” He kissed your forehead and held you in his arms for a moment long enough to call “forever.” But forever couldn’t be achieved, and you had to keep working. Bel fixed your hair up a bit, you told him it looked fine, but there were hairs sticking up every which way.

“Bel, please. Just help me get these weird shoes on.” You instructed. They were similar to gladiator sandals, reaching to just below your knee. Your borrowed dress was cut above the knee in the front, but reached to your ankle in the back, flowing perfectly behind you. Soon Clarke came upstairs to retrieve you for this dinner.

“Wow, y/n, you look great.” She looked you up and down, giving you a warm smile.

“Look who’s talking.” You quickly went over everything you needed in your head and said your goodbyes to Bellamy.

“Good luck, y/n. You guys are going to do great.” He followed you back to the bar area and while you left, you avoided everyone’s compliments toward you. You were a bit flustered. Clarke was more exhausted by it all.

The pair of you were welcomed into the palace and sat down in front of Sanctum’s leaders. Russel was a kind man, made an effort to make your people feel welcome, but his wife, Simone, didn’t share that quality.

“It’s rude to not eat when you’re a guest.” Simone told Clarke. You clenched your fists every time she spoke. You grabbed a piece of food and had to admit, it was one of the best things you’ve ever tried.

Your luck never was that good, tonight luck wanted to inflict pain onto you. While chewing something that was perfectly delicious, you bit your tongue. Very hard. Hard enough to draw blood. Your black blood unevenly reached your lips as you covered it wih a napkin. The Lightbornes stared at this new discovery.

“Oh dear, could we get a nurse in here?” Simone asked a guard who, in turn, rushed out to obey the Prime. “I’m sorry to cut this short, but I think it’s time you should go, Clarke.” Russel nodded in agreement.

“We need to contemplate our decision,” Russel told you two, “but y/n, please stay. We’d like to take care of your minor injury.” Russel motioned to a guard to have Clarke escorted out, then took you with him to a lab where the nurse would meet you. He quickly patched you up and left so that Russel could speak to you. “Black blood, hm?”

“Oh, yeah, Earth didn’t have many of us Natblida’s.” You told him.

“‘Natblida?’” He repeated.

“That’s our word for black blood.” You told him.

“Are there any others like you?”

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You woke up in a familiar place. Where was this?

Arkadia.

What could it be? A fever dream? The last you remember is speaking to Russel, then it all went black. Someone drugged you. But who’s there? A girl you didn’t recognize walked through an interesting looking red door. She twisted her hair in her finger and walked closer.

“What are you still doing here?” She asked.

“Where is here, exactly?” You looked around at this fabricated world.

“Your mind,” she replied, “well, my mind now. I’m Josephine Lightborne, your body belongs to me now.” She informed you, observing Arkadia. “Nice place.”

“What’s going on?” You asked. “How are you here? Is this even real?” You walked into camp and found all your dead friends, ones who had stayed back during Praimfaya. They were burnt to a crisp, just staring at you.

“Gross, what’s up with these guys?” Josie asked, standing next to you.

“During Apocalypse Two, they refused to come to shelter. Suicide by radiation.” You sighed and moved along to the next room. “Care to answer my questions?”

“Right,” She rolled her eyes and followed behind you, “This is all your mind, your memories. My memories were uploaded into you, so you were supposed to die during that. I’m not entirely sure how you’re still here...”

“My consciousness hid. I remember that much.” You opened a door in Arkadia and walked straight into Polis. When Alie had taken over. Kane was being crucified, there were chips floating all around, blood puddled on the ground, bad memories all around.

“Damn, I got blood on my boots.” Josie complained. “Well, I gotta say, this mind is a shit-show and I’d like to leave, meaning wake up, but I need to know how to get you out first.”

“Have fun with that.” You remarked and Josie’s jaw dropped.

“Listen, I’ll make sure your friends can stay here if you just give up now.” She promised. “We can’t both survive in here, and it’s pretty much over for you.” You walked away from her and she kept chasing you. “I’m gonna wake up soon, I expect you to tell me what to do when I get back, kapeesh?”

Josie disappeared and you were left with your own thoughts. You tripped and fell to the ground, but stood back up and found yourself on the Ring. There stood Alie at the computer, awaiting your arrival. She explained her comprehension of the situation and showed you how to defeat this intruder. You watched her movement throughout Sanctum on the monitor. She was with your friends, pretending to be you. You watched as she watched your friends watch a video of her being put into another girl’s body, it was awful. Your friends had immediately protested.

Bellamy was confused as to why you were excusing this behavior, only it wasn’t you. He could tell something was off.

“Hey, y/n?” He rested his hand on Josephine’s shoulder and she tensed up. “What happened after dinner last night, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she told him, “they’re going to let us stay, Bellamy. As long as we follow their customs. I’m guessing snooping around here isn’t going to bode well for us, so let’s get going.” You stared at Bel through the monitor, hoping she wouldn’t look away. It had only been one night, but it was a long one.

“Alright guys, let’s move out.” He instructed the group.

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You were exhausted. Mentally exhausted. The fighting was nonstop, and the place was falling apart. Poor Bellamy found out that you weren’t you, but you couldn’t tell him that you were still there. It broke your heart. Josephine had told him the news herself, it destroyed him immediately. His grief showed through anger.

“Give it up, Bellamy. She’s dead and you get to stay here, that was the trade off.” She shrugged and paced around him. “At least you get to survive.”

“Survive? How many chances have you gotten to survive? Her life was just cut short and for what?! So you could live another life as royalty?” He shouted, tears streaming down his face, shaking out of rage.

“It’s my right in Sanctum.” She told him smugly. Bellamy stomped away and hid from the others while he calmed down. You sat in front of the computer, crying and watching Josephine walk back to the palace to brag about the pain she had just inflicted on the man you love. Meanwhile, Bellamy was sobbing quietly in a secluded area, figuring out his next move, but before he could do that, guards knocked him out and locked him up.

“Y/N, you’ll need to act fast.” Alie told you, next thing you knew, Josephine was back and gloating.

“You know I’m going to win, just give up.”

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Bellamy and the rest of your friends rushed to get you away, but Josephine decided to stall and threated Murphy with a knife. Emori was hesitant on her next move, but got the radiation shield down. Bellamy took Josephine through the woods while she protested, nearly begging him to turn back.

Captured and afraid, you were trying to communicate with Bellamy through morse code. Blinking was your way of telling Bellamy it was going to be okay. He was scared, he didn’t know what would happen next. When you started bleeding and were put on the chopping block, Bellamy fought his restraints.

“That’s Josephine Lightbourne! I don’t think Gabriel would be pleased if you killed her.” Bellamy shouted at them, making them stop suddenly. Josie made a run for it and left Bellamy in the dust, it was time for you to hide.

You got full control, Josephine merely instructed you on which way to go, leading you underground until you seized and went down. Josephine waited patiently for help to arrive. Finally, Bellamy, Octavia, and Gabriel came to your rescue, Bellamy panicking ask he ripped the vines from around your neck.

“Y/N, y/n, stay with me.” He told you as he lifted you up and brought you to Gabriel’s base. He was begging you to keep fighting for your life, but you were unaware. You were still fighting, though. Josie’s memories had to be burned. After she showed you a little about herself, it was another memory in the pit. She cried and went on to the next one, and then you both died. Her drive got taken out and it was dark, you stood there, waiting for something to happen.

On the other side was Bellamy, freaking the hell out because you weren’t waking up.

“I’m sorry...” Gabriel told the siblings. Bellamy wouldn’t take it, he started to try resuscitating you.

“Bel, she’s gone...” Octavia placed a hand on her brother’s shoulder while he rushed to save you.

“No!” He yelled at her as he beat on your chest. “No she’s not! Y/N, listen to me, everything’s gonna be fine, just like you said. Stay with me.” He moved to your mouth briefly and back to your chest. “Just like you said, everything would be okay!” Tears started to escape his eyes, dropping onto your exposed skin. Gabriel and Octavia watched him with pity in their eyes. How long would he do this before he gave up and accepted the truth.

You opened your eyes wide and gasped, Bellamy stared in disbelief before grabbing you and pulling you close, Octavia let go of the breath she had been holding for so long. Bellamy started to cry again.

“I thought I’d lost you.” He whispered in your ear.

“I’m right here, baby. I’m right here.”

[margoshansons]

Resurrected: b. blake.

Bellamy Blake x Reader.

Summary: Bellamy meets Y/N on Sanctum and they become something akin to friends. Unfortunately, she is chosen to be Josephine’s next host.

Warnings: body-snatching, memory loss, fluff, slight angst if you squint,

Notes: Takes place in 6x04 “the face behind the glass”

Sanctum was everything he had hoped to expect from their new planet. Bellamy sat outside the tavern Russell had allowed them to stay in, breathing in the new air. Everything was going okay. They were living up to Monty’s words.

Choosing peace rather than shooting first.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the bliss as he listened to the sounds of children shrieking in happiness as they chased each other around the fountain. His gaze darkened, recalling the events that the children had been hiding from.

He had almost killed Murphy in that fountain.

He had almost choked Clarke next to that fountain. 

“You know Josephine Prime loved that spot.” An unfamiliar voice pulled him out of his thoughts, catching sight of a pretty girl standing next to him. “Where you’re sitting now. She would sit there and watch the children play, try to get a sense of who’s naming day would be next.” The woman sat next to him, smoothing out her skirt as she placed herself on the wooden bench.

“It’s a great viewpoint.” He spoke, eyeing the stranger beside him. He may have been trying to do better, but that didn’t mean trusting everyone they came across. 

She nodded, staring out at the courtyard.

He stared at her strong profile for a few seconds before asking a question he had been wondering since they had met Delilah. “What exactly is a naming day?”

The woman met his gaze with a soft smile, pushing a curly lock of hair behind her ear, “I don’t really know.” She admitted playfully.

“But you said--”

“I was lying.” She teased, a wide smile on her face, the whites of her teeth almost blinding. “Between you and me, I wanted an excuse to come over and talk to you.”

A chuckle involuntarily escaped Bellamy’s lips. At least she was honest. It felt good. “So all that stuff about Josephine Prime…”

“Also lies,” She shrugged, grasping ahold of the wooden bench. “Although, I suppose we’ll find out tonight.”

Bellamy scrunched his face and tilted his head, confusion settling over him, “Tonight?”

“Me and Delilah’s naming day.” She spoke nonchalantly. “She becomes Priya the seventh and I become Josephine, the eighth.” The woman smiled, holding out her hand. “But my given name is Y/N, figured someone should know before I become just another pretty face.”

It was phrased as a joke, but somehow Bellamy knew there was something more sinister lying behind her words. He shook the paranoia away and grasped her hand. “Bellamy.”

She shook it before letting go, training her eyes back on the children, the two settling into the comfortable silence, passing the time with pleasant conversation. 

***

Bellamy watched as Delilah and Y/N made their way up the stage, hand in hand. They only let go to allow Delilah to speak to Jordan before ascending the stairs. He saw Y/N’s hands shake, her body trembling as she stared up at the giant castle in front of her. 

Bellamy stepped forward, releasing his hold on Echo as he went to comfort the younger woman. 

“Hey,” He spoke cautiously, recognizing the fearful look on her face, “Is everything alright?”

She sighed slowly before plastering a fake smile on her face, “Yes,” Her tone was controlled, “Everything’s fine, I’m just…” She glanced at the castle once again. “I’m just a little bit nervous.” She whispered to him, sending careful looks over her shoulder. 

“How bout I go up there with you?” Bellamy offered, not wanting her to do this alone when he could help, “It might calm you down a bit.”

She nodded, a tight smile forming on her face as she intertwined her hand in his, the two moving upward to join Delilah and Jordan at the top.

Russell called them both forward. 

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N” Russell began, “You have been chosen like each of us to receive the great miracle of Sanctum.”

Bellamy crossed his arms at the phrase, curious as to what lay behind that chamber. What was she walking into? Why did she look so afraid?

“Do you accept this honor?” Russell continued.

Y/N nodded. “Yes, holiness I do.”

“Then come forward and be so named.”

Bellamy watched anxiously as she slowly stepped forward, sending one last look at him that shattered any preconceived notions about these people. Her eyes were pleading, horror-filled messes that practically begged Bellamy to come forward and sweep her away from this hell. When he didn’t, she turned back around and stepped behind the orange door, disappearing from view. 

The horn sounded hours later, and Bellamy stood beside Jordan, ready to be there to ease both Delilah and Y/N back into their lives after the ceremony. The other primes came out, stone-faced and ready to accept their new members. 

Russell marched forward a small smile on his face as he announced Deliah first. “It is my great honor to present Priya, seventh of her line.”

Bellamy clapped, eyes searching for Y/N’s wide smile and infectious laugh. Russell almost looked on the verge of tears, his smile growing wider as he announced the next name. 

“It is now my great pleasure and honor to present Josephine, eighth of her line.”

Bellamy stuffed his hands in his pockets as he surveyed the stage, catching a glimpse of the dusty rose-colored dress Y/N was now sporting, an unusual smirk on her face as her fingers played with the ends of her hair, twisting it as she surveyed the people before her. 

Bellamy stared with a furrowed brow as the rest of the ceremony continued, the people dispersing as Jordan was stopped from greeting Delilah.

Bellamy crept slightly forward, the guard pressing his spear against his chest. “No,” Y/N ordered, voice slightly higher than he remembered, “Let him pass.”

Her eyebrow was cocked as she scanned him up and down, smirk still plastered on her face.

“So, I guess things turned out okay.” He offered, unsure why she was acting so strange.

Y/N chuckled mirthlessly, “I’m sorry, do I know you?” She asked, eyes blinking slowly as she tilted her head, Russell and Simone joining her side as Bellamy stumbled backward at the callous question.

“Sweetie,” Russell started, “This is Bellamy Blake, one of the leaders from Earth.”

Y/N nodded and bit her lip as she let her eyes wander his figure. “Interesting” Her hand was still twirling her hair.

“If you don’t mind” Bellamy started, turning toward Russell, “Can I ask what happened to Y/N?”

Josephine the eighth rolled her eyes. “Ugh, that boring mind. You know I actually thought I was in the afterlife because of how dull she was?”

“Josie” Russell warned, seeing the look on Bellamy’s face.

Y/N sighed and dropped her hand from her hair, “She’s fine, she knew what she was doing.” She informed him before sighing again at Russell’s stare. “She gave her consent. She’s one with the primes now, blah, blah, blah. Unfortunately, that means she doesn’t quite remember you. Sorry.”

Bellamy nodded, biting his cheek as he absorbed the callousness of her apology, the simple shrug of her shoulders as she turned back around to hug Russell and Simone, catching onto her final words before he left, “Next time cut your speech shorter, Daddy, Mom was practically begging for another resurrection.”

“You got it, sweetheart.” Russell chuckled pulling Y/N’s body closer to him, a wide smile written on his face. 

Bellamy shot one last glance at the woman he had come to befriend on Sanctum and felt his chest grow heavy. Y/N was gone. Josephine Lightbourne stood in her place.

Ugh, I love how this turned out and writing for Josephine is so. damn. fun. 

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MBTI Typing Index: Names A-B

Name starts with: A B, C D, E F,  G H, I J K L, M N O P, Q R S T, U V W X Y Z.

Stacey ABRAMS (ENTJ)

Amy ADAMS (INFP)

Douglas ADAMS (ENTP)

Ryan ADAMS (INFP)

Scott ADAMS (INTP)

Adele / Adele ADKINS (ESFP)

Isabelle ADJANI (INFP)

Sade ADU (ISFP)

Ben AFFLECK (ENTP)

Andre AGASSI (INFP)

Riz AHMED (ENTP)

Chantal AKERMAN (ENFP)

Jessica ALBA (ESFJ)

Damon ALBARN (INTJ)

Madeleine ALBRIGHT (ENTJ)

Elizabeth ALEXANDER (ENFJ)

Mahershala ALI (ENFJ)

Lily ALLEN (ESFP)

Paul ALLEN (INTP)

Woody ALLEN (INTP)

Isabel ALLENDE (ENFP)

Pedro ALONSO (ENFP)

Armande ALTAÏ (INFP)

Christiane AMANPOUR (ENTJ)

Tori AMOS (INFP)

Simon AMSTELL (INTP)

Gillian ANDERSON (ENTJ)

Jacob ANDERSON (ISFP)

Laurie ANDERSON (INTP)

Pamela ANDERSON (ESFP)

Wes ANDERSON (INTP)

Julie ANDREWS (ENFJ)

Maya ANGELOU (ENFJ)

Christine ANGOT (INTP)

Jennifer ANISTON (ESFJ)

Judd APATOW (ENTP)

Fiona APPLE (INFP)

Anne APPLEBAUM (ENTJ)

Jacinda ARDERN (ENFJ)

Hannah ARENDT (INTP)

Asia ARGENTO (ESFP)

Dan ARIELY (ENTP)

Fred ARMISEN (INTP)

Billie Joe ARMSTRONG (ENFP)

Neil ARMSTRONG (ISTJ)

Will ARNETT (ENTP)

Frances ARNOLD (ENTJ)

Darren ARONOFSKY (INFJ)

A$AP Rocky / Rakim MAYERS (ESTP)

Isaac ASIMOV (ENTP)

Julian ASSANGE (INTP)

Ari ASTER (INTP)

Alexandre ASTIER (ENTP)

Hayley ATWELL (ENFJ)

Margaret ATWOOD (INTP)

Marcus AURELIUS (INFJ)

Aurora / Aurora AKSNES (INFP)

Avicii / Tim BERGLING (ISTP)

Awkwafina / Nora LUM (ESTP)

Richard AYOADE (INTP)

Lauren BACALL (ENTJ)

Roselyne BACHELOT (ENFJ)

Kevin BACON (ISTP)

Jean-Pierre BACRI (ENTJ)

Ruth BADER GINSBURG (ISTJ)

Penn BADGLEY (INTJ)

Elisabeth BADINTER (ENTJ)

Erykah BADU (ISFP)

Edouard BAER (ENTP)

Julien BAKER (INFP)

Daniel BALAVOINE (ENFP)

Bruce BALDEN (INFJ)

James BALDWIN (INFP)

Christian BALE (ESTP)

Sam BANKMAN-FRIED (ENTP)

Azealia BANKS (ESFP)

Jonathan BANKS (ISTP)

Tyra BANKS (ESFJ)

Steve BANNON (ESTJ)

Javier BARDEM (ENFJ)

René BARJAVEL (INFJ)

Travis BARKER (ISFP)

Charles BARKLEY (ESFP)

Sacha BARON COHEN (ENTP)

Roseanne BARR (ESTP)

Mario BARRAVECCHIA (ESFJ)

Drew BARRYMORE (ESFP)

Bat for Lashes / Natasha KHAN (INFP)

Jason BATEMAN (ENTP)

Rostam BATMANGLIJ (INFP)

Zal BATMANGLIJ (INFJ)

Noah BAUMBACH (INFP)

Dave BAUTISTA (ISTP)

Michael BAY (ESTP)

Aisling BEA (ENFP)

Mary BEARD (ENFJ)

Alison BECHDEL (INTP)

David BECKHAM (ISFP)

Victoria BECKHAM (ISFJ)

Kate BECKINSALE (ENFP)

Samantha BEE (ENFP)

Kristen BELL (ENFJ)

Jocelyn BELL BURNELL (INTP)

Matthew BELLAMY (ENTP)

Troian BELLISARIO (ENTJ)

Kingsley BEN-ADIR (ISFP)

Yoshua BENGIO (INTJ)

Carl BENJAMIN (ESTJ)

Chester BENNINGTON (INFP)

Michel BERGER (INFJ)

Ingmar BERGMAN (INFJ)

Silvio BERLUSCONI (ESTP)

Tim BERNERS-LEE (INTP)

Ingrid BETANCOURT (INFJ)

Joep BEVING (INFJ)

Beyoncé / Beyoncé KNOWLES (ISFJ)

Jeff BEZOS (ENTP)

Preet BHARARA (ENTJ)

Joe BIDEN (ESFJ)

Justin BIEBER (ESTP)

Kathryn BIGELOW (INTJ)

Simone BILES (ESFP)

Juliette BINOCHE (ENFP)

Andrew BIRD (INFJ)

Jane BIRKIN (ESFP)

Björk / Björk GUÐMUNDSDÓTTIR (INFP)

Jack BLACK (ENTP)

Emma BLACKERY (ENFP)

James BLAKE (INFP)

Cate BLANCHETT (ENTJ)

Tyler BLEVINS (ENTP)

Orlando BLOOM (ESFP)

Rachel BLOOM (ENFP)

Michael BLOOMBERG (ESTJ)

Kim BODNIA (ESFP)

John BOLTON (ISTJ)

Napoléon BONAPARTE (ENTJ)

BONG Joon-ho (INTP)

Helena BONHAM CARTER (ENFP)

Cory BOOKER (ENFJ)

Kate BOSWORTH (ENTJ)

Anthony BOURDAIN (ENTJ)

Pierre BOURDIEU (INTJ)

Danny BOYLE (ENFP)

David BOWIE (ENTP)

Tom BRADY (ISFJ)

André BRAHIC (ENTP)

Russell BRAND (ENFP)

Donna BRAZILE (ENTJ)

Sergey BRIN (INTJ)

Vera BRITTAIN (INTJ)

Cameron BRITTON (INFP)

Connie BRITTON (ENFJ)

Josh BROLIN (ESTP)

Charlie BROOKER (ENTJ)

Brittany BROSKI (ENFP)

Brené BROWN (ENFJ)

Dan BROWN (ENTP)

Derren BROWN (INTJ)

Karamo BROWN (ENFJ)

Melanie BROWN (ESFP)

Millie Bobby BROWN (ESFJ)

Sterling K. BROWN (ENFJ)

Tina BROWN (ENTJ)

Marques BROWNLEE (INTJ)

Carrie BROWNSTEIN (ENTP)

Eric BRUNET (ESTJ)

Carla BRUNI (ISFP)

Kobe BRYANT (ENTJ)

Michael BUBLÉ (ESFJ)

Jeff BUCKLEY (INFP)

Gisele BÜDCHEN (ESFJ)

Bo BURNHAM (ENFP)

Tanya BURR (ISFJ)

Tim BURTON (INFP)

Kate BUSH (INFP)

Sophia BUSH (ENFJ)

Vitalik BUTTERIN (INTP)

Judith BUTLER (INFP)

David BYRNE (INTP)

Gabriel BYRNE (INFJ)

Name starts with: A B, C D, E F,  G H, I J K L, M N O P, Q R S T, U V W X Y Z.

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male names: 

a aaron, abbott, abraham, adam, adrian, aiden, alec, aleksey, alex, archer, atlas, alaric, albany, albus, alexander, alexandre, alexei, alfie, alistair, anakin, andrew, anson, apollo, ariel, arden, ash, asher, ashford, ashley, ashton, atticus, august, augustus, austin, avery. 

b bailey, baker, basil, barrett, bastien, baxter, bear, beau, beckett, behar, bellamy, ben, bennett, bentley, bijou, bishop, blaise, bowen, bowie, braham, bristol, brody, brad, braden, bradford, brandon, braxton, brendan, brennan, brentley, brett, briar, brogan, bronx. 

c cadence, cael, callan, caleb, calum/callum, calvin, cameron, camden/camdyn, carson, carter, casey, cash, caspian, casper, cassidy, cayden, chance, charlie, chase, chester, clayton, colby, colton, connor, cooper, cory, cyrus. 

d daniel, david, dakota, dallas, damian, dane, dayton, daytona, dean, declan, derek, dexter, dieter, dimitri. 

e easton, eli, elias, elijah, elliott, emerson, emery, emmett, emrys,  everett, everley, ezra. 

f fallon, felix, finley, finnick, fitz, fletcher, fox, forrest, francis. 

g gabriel, garrett, gavin, gideon, griffin, graeme, graham, greyson. 

h hamish, harbin, hadley, harper, hartley,harvey, harlow, harry, hayden, henley, henri, holden, hudson, hunter, huxley.

i ian, icarus, ichabod, ira, irwin, isa, isaac, isaiah. 

j jace, jacob, jack, jai, james, jasper, jay, jenner, jensen, jericho, jeremy, jesse, jonah, jonathan, joshua, joseph, jordan, jude, judah, julian, justin. 

k kaden, kai, kaleb, keegan, keefer, keiran, kellen, kian, kingston, knox, kota. 

l lachlan, landon, lake, lawson, lennox, leon, levi, liam, lincoln, lindley, lindsey, louis, lorcan, lucas, lucien. 

m mace, mackenzie, macon, madison, maddox, malachi, malcolm, maverick, miles, milo, marcus, marley, mason, mateo, matthew, maxwell, micah. 

n nathaniel, nevada, nicholas, nico, nixon, noah, nolan, nox, nyle. 

o oliver, oscar, owen, otto, ozias. 

p  pablo, pacey, parker, patrick, porter, presley. 

q quasim, quentin, quinn. 

r radley, rhys, riley, robbie, roman, ronan, rory, roscoe, rowan, ruben, ryan, ryder, ryker, rylan. 

s samson, samuel, saturn, sawyer, scott, sebastian, shawn, shiloh, silas, simon, skipper, skylar, soren, sorley, steven, sutton, sydney. 

t talon, tanner, taylor, tariq, teagan, teddy, theodore, timothy, tobias, travis, tristan, troy. 

u uriel, usain, utah.

v vasco, vernon, vero, vigo, vermont, vitus, vince, vito, vikram, vishnu. 

w walker, warren, wesley, west, weston, whitley, will, winter, wolf, wolfgang, wyatt. 

x xavier. 

y yousef, yanis, yancey, yakim, yakov.

z zachariah, zaden, zain/zane, zavier.

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OOC MEME

A . age : 21 B . birthplace : ontario C . current time : 10:12 pm D . drink you had last : water E . easiest person to talk to : @crystallinecaelum​ F . favorite song : right here by ashes remain G . grossest memory : watched someone pull a tapeworm out of their mouth H . horror yes or horror no : horror games yes, horror movies no--unless they’re hella bad I . in love ? : falling out of it i think << this J . jealous of people :  yes, definitely K . killed someone : sometimes i wish L . love at first sight or should i walk by again ? : nah brah, get to know em M . middle name : michelle N . number of siblings : one, little sister O . one wish : that i would have the exact amount of money for anything i wanted P . person you called last : friend from work Q . question you’re always asked :  why don’t you like pop? R . reason to smile : i get to meet BOB MORLEY in september !! S . song you sang last : power by little mix T . top 3 fictional characters : bellamy blake, simon lewis & ulquiorra U . underwear color: grey V . vacation : british colombia would b nice W . when’s your birthday : september 03 X . x-rays : only for my teeth Y . your favorite food : orange peel beef Z . zodiac sign : virgo

tagged by: stole it from @skaisetnes tagging: whoever wants to !!

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Meeting Him  | Simon Bellamy x GN! Reader

Summary: Reminiscing over reader's progression of a relationship with Simon.

Warnings: Swearing, staring, mutual pinning, kissing, cuddling, basically a bunch of fluff.

Words: 1,423

AN: This is my first ever fanfiction so sorry if it's rough or needs any work. I hope you enjoy :)

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Please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my work. Thank you.

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When I started my community service, I was kinda pissed, to say the least.

Tires strain to a stop as a silver car stops at the curb in front of a boring gray community building. A shoe creeps out of the vehicle and onto the asphalt with a slight pitter-patter. The car's shining doors meet the frame with a resounding slam.

Dark semi-circles reside underneath Y/n’s eyes, which roll after the conversation with the person driving. The tires give a loud screeeeech, and the car skids down the drop-off area and out of the parking lot.

The person stumbles up the scratchy concrete and yanks the cold metal handle to the building open with their fist.

The building is empty and unremarkable. Some bland colors through the chilly halls include a dull orange of uncomfortable chairs, printed “motivational” posters hanging up on the white walls as if anyone gave a shit about the people there, and not to mention the washed-out unflattering lighting the whole building has.

After changing into the paper-like orange jumpsuit, they go outside and join the other six delinquents.

I had just gotten there, and this kid with big, bright blue eyes could not keep staring at me.

They sit, crisscrossed on the concrete outside, beside a big reflective pond. A wooden paintbrush in their hand, leisurely dragging the coated bristles along the withered, metal bench. 

Y/n’s brain was practically melting from the constant burn of Simon's gaze on the side of their head.

The vibrant blue eyes glance up again from their occupied place of the covered graffiti on the park bench. 

Unlike the last fifteen times, a sigh comes from the now-opened mouth of the observee. Their head swiftly turns, the expression of their face less than enthusiastic. Lips planted in a firm line and eyes, although a little more energized than that morning, still tired. This time more than just physically.

The anxiety-ridden boy quickly moves his eyes back to the bench and the task at hand, as if he had never been gazing at the interesting person at all. Feeling the weight of the person’s gaze, he swallows the saliva in his mouth in a big gulp, trying to breathe with even controlled breaths.

After Y/n looks off to their chore once more, Simon takes a second to smooth out the hair on his forehead with a rigid aggressive hand, a nervous tick of his.

Even though I felt slightly bad for him because of Nathans instigating comments, I still felt that he was a bit weird but could kind of tolerate him.

That was, until we were all slightly having fun. 

Y/n was carrying a chair over to its designated place as Nathan was rambling on and on about his step dad the man who lives with his mom.

Words flew out of the Irish boy's mouth for too long to count. The second he slowed down to a stop and they would think it was finally over, he would start back up again. But it’s better than the stuffy silence of the empty, echoey, hallways.

Placing down the plastic of a burnt orange chair, they look over and see Nathan's arm around Simon, his warm hand resting on the curve of the shorter man's shoulder.

A passerby would have guessed them to be great friends. They would most definitely pull a displeased face at the language that was spewing from their mouths though. 

“Cock, anus, ballsack. Yeah?” The green-eyed guy asked, referencing the pixels that formed a raunchy picture on his flip phone.

Simons's mouth pulled up at the corners and created indents on the sides of his face. His ears lifted slightly and his full cheeks were rounded with the movement. His eyes were shiny and glistened with the happiness of being included and regarded as a friend.

Almost forgetting to let go of the chair, Y/n gazed at the boy with a twinkle in their eyes.

Admiring his boyish, crooked smile, the breath was stolen from their lungs. From his rosy cheeks to plump, delicate lips, Y/n had no power to not get sucked into the display of joy.

They were almost completely lost in the floaty space of their mind until Simons's icy blue eyes drifted over to them, this time Y/n being the one caught staring.

They cleared their throat and ducked their head, continuing to work, pretending their cheeks don't feel like they're burning. This just made his smile brighter than it already had been.

To say I tolerated him was an understatement. 

Then, there had been this weird stage of us admiring each other from afar, too scared or unsure of ourselves to do anything about it.

After being caught so many times staring, a person over time, doesn't care to look away anymore.

There is no embarrassment, that having died out a long time ago. Instead, one continues to openly gaze at the person, hoping that they will be there forever, just to examine the details of that person's face.

Nathan would loudly argue at the pair that they were giving each other “fuck me eyes”, but instead, they were simply admiring the beauty of the other. 

Light blue eyes swept across Y/n's face. Taking in all the details and perfectly placed imperfections. The indented pores or lightly shaded wrinkles. Light rays sprinkled past the clouds and rained down on their body.

If someone had asked him at that moment, he would have uttered truthfully that they looked like an angel. Angelic. That's the only word that would come to his head.

A gust of air brushed past them on the windy day on top of the roof of the community service building.

The eyelashes of Y/n fluttered as they opened their eyes and immediately darted them in Simon's direction as if hearing his thoughts. 

He didn’t blush this time. Didn’t become embarrassed anymore. No anxious assumptions even crossed his mind. Instead, he continued to stare.

Y/n smiled lightly, taking the staring as a compliment. No inkling of judgment tracing their kind features.

All of a sudden, the button-up collar of Simons's uncomfortable orange jumpsuit seemed a little too tight.

I eventually got fed up with it.

The rubber of Converse tapping away on the linoleum floor is what caught Simon's attention. Glancing up with his beautiful blue eyes, he sees Y/n, the person he had been crushing on, determinedly strutting in his direction. Hair that made up his eyebrows came together in a furrow, a line indenting his skin in between them.

Y/n stopped in front of him, chest puffed out in faux confidence. “Go on a date with me.” Came from their mouth. It wasn’t a question. It was a demand. 

Simon openly gazed up at them from his sitting position. His mouth opened, jaw dropping in shock at the situation in front of him. “Y- yes.” He uttered once his brain caught up with his mouth, blinking way more than necessary.. “Good.”

Y/n seemed to lose their mojo, figure relaxing from their rigid posture, and handed him their phone, waiting for him to put in his number. Simons is now the one who straightens up and accepts the piece of metal, quickly pressing digits into it with the pads of his fingers.

The time I first started my community service, I was annoyed, to say the least. But I’m glad it happened. I had the privilege of meeting him.

I roll over in the soft blankets, scooting closer to the figure radiating warmth. Blankets jostle with my tired but relaxed movements. The heavy weight of his arm over my waist is comforting as I nuzzle into the side of his neck. I pucker my lips and leave a sloppy, chaste, sleep-filled kiss there. 

The limbs caging me tug me impossibly closer to the muscly body. “I love you, darling.” His voice is deep with sleep as he whispers the affection in my ear.

I run my hand underneath his shirt and on the silky soft skin of his waist before feeling around the curve of his back, resting it there. “I love you too, baby,” I utter out of my scratchy throat. “Now go back to bed, it's too early,” I groan. A puff of air against my shoulder lets me know he’s laughing. 

I place one more kiss on the warm skin in front of my face before I let the peaceful darkness of sleep overtake me once again.

AN: Hi everyone! Thank you so much if you read all of that. I wanted to create this because Simon fics are so scarce. If you like it please let me know or reblog it or something, it would mean the absolute world to me. Any and all tips for my writing are greatly appreciated.

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To the wonderful person who requested the Simon Bellamy fic, I am writing it now and I will release it hopefully soon!