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ragingbookdragon · 3 years ago

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Let It All Come Crashing Down

Batbrother x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mentions of Past Assault/Abuse

Author's Note: One of my favorite episodes of Criminal Minds was always the one where Morgan came face to face with his abuser. The dialogue at the end of the episode fits Batbrother's past too. But, this does mention past assault. If this is a triggering subject, please don't read. -Thorne

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When he’d told Dick about the incident when he was seventeen, he didn’t expect it was going to come back full front. He’d kept tabs on the man whenever his former CO would move bases, when he promoted, when he eventually retired and relocated to Gotham City, opening a military assistance center. It was a farce, and he knew it. A place where the old CO could still continue his reign of fear on those still in the military and those outside.

***

He stared at the screen in the Batcave, ignoring the bickering of his youngest sibling and his father’s oldest friend, recounting every moment that led to the mission. A woman his age found dead, murdered, the brother charged with the crime. All evidence supported the facts, but (Y/N) knew. He knew deep down something else was going on, especially when he learned that the brother had attended the center in Gotham.

“Isaac Keegan is going to be sent to Blackgate tonight,” Bruce murmured. “He won’t last the night.”

(Y/N) shook his head. “He didn’t do this.”

His father glanced at him. “How do you know?”

“Doesn’t matter how I know,” he retorted with mild annoyance. “But I know who really did this.” He turned, glancing at Ghost-Maker. “Think you can get Isaac out of the armed van and back here without anyone dying?”

The vigilante cocked his arms over his chest. “Of course. But why do you wanna talk to him?”

“I don’t. But I need him alive long enough to get a confession out of the real killer.” (Y/N) answered, looking at Tim with a gaze that had his younger brother’s spine going straight; he could feel the seriousness ebbing from his older brother. “And I’m going to need your help with this.”

***

He didn’t like stepping into enemy territory without protection. He felt naked without his nano suit, even more so without his sidearm, but the last thing he needed was for the metal detectors in the building to go off and let the remaining people inside know he was there.

Slipping down the halls, he took a moment to catch his breath before he turned the corner into his old CO’s office.

“Davis.”

The older man looked up, eyes widening at the sight of his former subordinate. “(Y/N)? Is that—you’re alive?”

“I am,” he answered and Davis’ face split into a fake smile.

“I thought you’d died years ago in Afghanistan.”

“Not exactly.” (Y/N) kept away from the desk, away from close contact; he knew he could take the man, but he wanted the confession first before they came to blows, if they did. “I heard about Jessica Keegan.”

Davis frowned. “It’s a shame what happened to her. Even more so a shame that Isaac was the one who did it.” He shook his head. “I thought he was doing to well with his treatments too.”

(Y/N) tapped the device in his pocket. Now Tim. “Except that Isaac didn’t kill Jessica.”

“Excuse me?”

“All these years, I’ve kept my mouth shut,” (Y/N) said. “I’ve let you go on being a hero. Admiral Davis, the great war hero.”

“What in the world are you talking about?” Davis questioned, face contorting in confusion and the younger man scowled.

“God, I was so afraid of you when we were in Afghanistan,” he admitted. “I was afraid of going to Command about it all. Afraid of losing every promotion and achievement I was being given.” (Y/N) stepped forward, expression shifting to anger. “But that’s how you’ve always worked, isn’t it? You made sure there was a helluva lot to lose if someone came forward, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know what you think you remember about Afghanistan,” Davis said. “But—”

“No, no, no,” he interrupted. “See it’s not what I remember that’s going to hurt you, Davis. The business between us has been over way too long ago to matter.” (Y/N) explained. “You’re protected by a statute of limitations and that’s my fault.”

Davis shrugged. “Then good evening.”

He glared. “You set Isaac up! You knew his sister wanted him to call someone about you. So you killed her and framed him as a distressed veteran?” (Y/N)’s face pinched as he accused, “You killed her because you knew someone was going to piece it all together and come after you, didn’t you?”

“Now you’re just throwing accusations around.” Davis replied and (Y/N) slapped a decoration off his desk.

It shattered and he shouted, “God, I should’ve told someone about you when I was in Afghanistan! When you were ‘training’ me.” He took another step forward, voice lowering dangerously. “Well, you know what happens in cases like this? Once that dam breaks, the flood comes.”

He raised a finger. “One servicemember stands up, just one. And then another one, and another. Because they’re not afraid of your repercussions anymore—they know they’re not alone.” (Y/N) tipped his head up. “Isaac Keegan is your dam.”

For the first time since they’d started speaking, Davis showed his anger as he barked, “Whatever lies Isaac told you—”

“THEY ARE NOT LIES!” (Y/N) yelled. “YOU DID THE SAME THINGS TO ME!”

“I didn’t do a damn thing to you or to Isaac—”

“One by one, they’re going to pile up until there’s so many accusations, you can’t say that they’re all lies!”

Davis thrust his hands to his chest. “Do you have any idea how many men and women I helped promote? How many lives I’ve saved with my service?” He gestured to (Y/N). “Look at you! You would’ve been dead in a shallow grave if I hadn’t helped you.”

“Yeah, well that shit wasn’t for free, was it?” (Y/N) demanded, throat tightening with emotion.

“I pulled you out of the gutter.” Davis murmured.

He shook his head, the tears of anger flashing the pain from his voice. “I pulled myself out of the gutter! All the way to the top military squads! I did that!”

“You’re saying I had nothing to do with making you who you are?” Davis questioned, a look of offense on his face.

(Y/N)’s rage cooled, shoulders sinking back as he raised his head and admitted, “No Davis. Actually, I’m saying you have everything to do with making me who I am.” He gazed at the man. “Because of what you did to me, I’m the man who’s going to spend the rest of his life making sure abusers of power like you face the consequences.”

“(Y/N),” Davis comforted. “I never meant to hurt you.” His expression turned sympathetic. “You could’ve said no.”

He turned his head away, jaw clenching so hard it hurt, then he looked back at him, and two men turned the doorway. (Y/N) watched Davis’ eyes widen in shock.

“Quinton Davis, you’re under arrest for the rape and murder of Jessica Keegan.” The two military police officers walked around (Y/N), and each took an arm.

Davis shifted. “I’ve helped a lot of veterans and service members.” He started thrashing. “Nothing in this goddamn city is going to be the same with me. Without the center, who’s going to look after them?”

His expression hardened. “Wayne Enterprises will. I will.��

“Wait a minute damnit!” he looked at (Y/N), pleading, “(Y/N), please, isn’t there anything you can do for me?”

(Y/N) got in Davis’ face. “You can rot in hell.”

He watched the MP’s drag away the screaming man before letting out a shaky breath and reaching up to his chest, yanking off the necklace that had the camera built into it. Tim had no doubt cut the feed by now and he shoved it in his pocket, free hand coming up to wipe away the tears in his eyes.

***

“What happens now?” the young man asked, dark circles under his eyes making him seem wearier.

(Y/N) sighed. “There’s going to be a trial. Davis will face the consequences.”

Isaac frowned. “I’m going to have to testify, aren’t I?”

“Yes. But I know who the prosecutor is. She’s good. She’ll nail Davis to the wall for everything.”

“I…I don’t know if I can do it.”

He reached out and placed a hand on the man’s shoulder. “Then do it for Jessica.”

“I miss her.” Isaac whispered, head lowering as he sniffed. “I should’ve spoken out sooner.”

“I know,” (Y/N) murmured. “I feel the same.”

His head cocked up, teary eyes gazing into (Y/N)’s. “Will you be there?”

“I’ll probably be called by the prosecutors to testify.” He shrugged. “But with the statute of limitations, I don’t know how much it’s going to weight in our favor.”

“But you already told the world about your past with Davis?” Isaac said. “We—we all watched it live.”

“That was just the start.” (Y/N) said. “We have to see it to the end. For all the servicemen and women he abused over the years.” He turned, looking at Nightwing and Red Hood. “They’ll take you back to your apartment.”

Isaac nodded, starting to follow, then he stopped and looked back at (Y/N). “How’d you go on after Afghanistan?”

He met the young man’s eyes, then he glanced at his family. “I was still needed. Still am.” (Y/N) turned back to Isaac. “You never forget it…but it does get better.” He stuck his hand out. “And I’ll be there when you need me.”

They shook hands and he watched Isaac walk off with his brothers before he turned and moved to the railing overlooking Gotham Bay. A multitude of emotions swirled in his chest, but a sense of relief rested on his shoulders, and he let his head drop, the tears starting to drip down his cheeks.

Someone’s hand rested between his shoulder blades, followed by a deep voice comforting, “It’s okay, son.”

He shook his head. “I should’ve said something earlier.”

“It’s not your fault,” Bruce affirmed. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

(Y/N) looked up, gazing at his father. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” the man murmured, expression soft. “But why didn’t you come to me?”

He paused, inhaling shakily as he said, “It only lasted for a short time. I was promoted and inducted into the super soldier program.” He shrugged. “By the time I finally wanted to tell someone, Davis had already left the compound and too much time had passed for it to matter.”

(Y/N) gazed out at the water. “It’s not over…but the world knows what he really is now. And all the people who suffered are going to see justice.”

Bruce leaned on the railing next to him. “You don’t show many signs of a survivor,” he noted. “You keep it all under wraps.”

“I learned during the super soldier program that there are worse things than what happened to me.” (Y/N) sighed. “Davis’ abuse might be what makes me so hateful of abusers, but when I started the team, I refused to let it control me and my life.” He raised his head. “I was going to live my life to the fullest, with whoever I wanted and even if I never told anyone, that was going to be the one part of me no one would ever take away.”

His father observed him for a moment then he stood, nudging (Y/N) until he did too; they looked at one another, a father and a son, and Bruce said, “I’m proud of you, (Y/N). For everything.”

(Y/N)’s mouth opened and snapped shut once, twice, a third time, then he raised one hand to cover his eyes as the lower half of his face twisted in pain, the other fumbling blindly for Bruce. His father caught him, one strong arm wrapping around (Y/N)’s back, the other pressing his son’s head to his shoulder.

“I’m here son,” he murmured. “I’m always going to be here.” He pressed his lips to the young man’s temple. “And I love you son. So much.”

“I love you too, dad,” he choked out, holding onto his father for dear life.

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subwaysurf45 · 3 years ago

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Winter Makes Ice (Ep.1)

Summary: you’re captured after a brawl at the Avengers building, Bucky and others must save you before Hydra makes a new Winter Soldier out of you, Bucky has given up that title.

Episode: One

Words: 3948

Warning: depiction/description of violence, kidnapping, killing, PTSD, depression.

A/N: I will be making a masterlist for this specific series!

Masterlist!

Winter Makes Ice (series masterlist)

Time: 1:36pm

Date: September 23rd, 2024

“Bucky, I swear to fucking god-” You threw the person you just knocked out onto the ground of the common room, “you have to get out of here, It’s you or this entire building!” Bucky gave you a sympathetic look as you fought off Hydra agents, your gun fired three shots behind you to another agent you sensed running up.

“But I can’t leave you!” Bucky screamed back over the fire and bullets, Hydra agents were running in from every which way. The smoke rising made it harder for him to see you and Sam, who was also there a couple seconds ago. Everyone else was trying to stop the agents from the outside or other levels. It was a complete break-in.

“Fuck all that Bucky, I love you but I can’t love you if you’re dead- Fuck!” You screamed in pure anger as you began hand to hand combat with an agent, he wasn’t good at all so it was a quick take down. “James!” you looked over to just see him standing there, his eyes were watery from the pain and smoke, “you need to fucking leave! Run!” you shouted, waving him off.

“I love you!” He yelled over, hands cupping his mouth to make sure you heard him.

“I’ll tell you I love you after this, we’ll be okay,” you looked over your shoulder to find three new agents running in, their eyes weren’t even looking at you. You looked back to find Bucky still standing there, “fucking run!” Your throat felt raw, all the screaming and fighting was taking a massive toll on you.

Bucky took off in the other direction, the fire was subsiding as he got further from you. The serum gave him lungs like no other, so running through fire and smoke was easy. With a frantic mind and tunnel vision his left and right mixed up, all Bucky was trying to find was an exit and it should’ve been easy but he’d turn back after remembering this wasn’t the right hallway. His hand was gripped tightly on his gun while the metal hand held a knife firmly, after getting his mind back he found he could throw better with his left and shoot with his right- his dominant hand is right anyway.

“Anyone on their com?” Everyone had quickly shoved theirs in during the start of the ambush; half the SHIELD agents weren’t wearing their tactical gear.

“Rogers is here,” Steve ended his sentence with a grunt.

“So is Romanoff,” Nat sounded a bit more composed but still out of breath.

“y/n is down on the main floor, she told me to run because all they’re after is me, someone needs to go down and help her,” he received a few confirmations before focusing back to the task at hand. The bright light of the afternoon sun blinded him for a second, with all the lights shutting off and the smoke it made it seem like it was night. Bucky reached up to rub his eyes to help adjust to the sun but ended up just rubbing smoke and fumes into them, “fuck!” He stumbled back against the closed door as he used his shirt to rub his eyes but that was also covered in his smoke.

Bucky reached back and grabbed a completely full water jug that was the size of his palm, Bucky could feel his heart shatter as his eyes cleared because it was you who- only a matter of hours ago -was leading a very relaxed meeting about these water bottles, ‘you need to hydrate to stay on your feet’ you had said a couple times. His mind was as clear as his eyes, the way you were screaming at him to leave, the way you stood directly between him and the Hydra agents so they had to shoot through you to get him, the way you kept looking back to him with tears in your eyes because all you wanted was for him to stay but you knew better and sent him away. The tears mixed with the water as he sprayed his face, the smoke clung to his sweat like he did to you after a nightmare. The entire Avengers building was slowly caving in on itself, he could feel his heart lurch with every new piece of the building fall on the inside, he just hoped it didn’t hit you.

He kept walking further from what he once called home, trying to get a better view of it all. He wanted to look away because he felt like all at once the building could crumble to pieces and consume you with it, there was no saving the building; and quite possibly you.

“Wh-gent-hu?” Bucky had walked too far away from the building and the coms, all of them were close to low battery because of the last mission. Bucky ran towards the building and couldn’t see anyone on the roof, but as he ran closer the clearer the coms got. “Where-agent-I can’t-what is happ-sto-!” It was three different voices screaming together at once, Bucky whipped the doors open and saw just how much the inside changed.

The walls weren’t a sophisticated grey anymore but rather charred and black, there was no roof, at all. Bucky ran into the common room to find everyone looking under fallen planks and bars of steel, he started lifting them too. Everyone was running around and screaming at eachother, everyone had a different level of injury. Steve was throwing support beams like nothing, Bucky ran over. “Who are we looking for, Steve?”

Steve just looked at Bucky with tears falling down his face, his skin was brown with dirt but his tears left trails down his skin. “Bucky, man, I’m sorry…” Steve sniffled and covered his mouth. Natasha had walked over, her hands were shaking and clutching something close to her heart.

“I think we have our answer,” Nat cried and handed Bucky the water bottles you introduced.

“Who’s-” he was cut off when Bucky flipped the bottle to check the bottom, and there in your hand writing was your name, and a little heart next to it.

Bucky felt as though his soul had just left his body, everyone was getting close to giving up the search for you. If your body would be found it would be a miracle for you to still be alive, your lungs would have been fried due to the smoke and a pillar could crush you like it was nothing. Sparks flew off of snapped electrical that could be electrocuting you at this moment, small fires still burned which could be living off our ashes, any of the pure destruction could be killing you. And yet people were giving up, by the look on Steve’s face Bucky knew he should as well.

Time: 11:45am

Date: September 23rd, 2024

“So you’re saying we have little squirt bottles, this is fucking great!” Sam laughed, he looked at the clear bottle that was shaped into a big teardrop, the kind marathon runners keep on their belt. He pulled a sharpie out of his pocket and wrote his name.

You sat next to Bucky who was still feeling the effects of the last mission, it was at a Hydra base to just get intel but even then, it was still hard. Everyone got back a day ago and decided to push the debrief for the next day because of the shared exhaustion. Bucky slept for twelve hours because of it.

“Do you like them?” you asked, referencing the bottles, you both held yours as you waited for the marker to be passed to you.

“Anything you do, I like, sweetheart.” Bucky pulled you into his side and cuddled with you for a bit, he had always found your touch was a good way to stay grounded. Your heart beat could be felt anywhere, and Bucky would always try and match it. The marker was passed to you both and you wrote your names, a little heart found its home next to the last letter of your name, Bucky could only smile wide and shake his head and he took the marker and wrote his.

You and Bucky made your way back to your shared room before cuddling up in bed, a movie was thrown on and you both watched it as your eyes started to close. Bucky was awake, he kept looking down at your head on his shoulder to leave a little kiss, he’d always let his lips linger on the top of your head so he could smell your shampoo. Normally you were clinging to him for warmth but he could feel you were radiating heat, your sweater was actually his and the covers were tucked to you and Bucky got the edge, this wasn’t new for him. You were almost asleep but still every minute or so you’d subconsciously snuggle your cheek deeper into Bucky’s shoulder, small little circles in Bucky’s shoulder as you got more comfy.

Bucky ended up falling asleep too, it was weird when he would wake and realize how vulnerable he was to be asleep with you beside him and the door unlocked, he would smile at himself and make a mental note to bring it up to his therapist that he slept soundly again. Bucky probably could’ve gone the entire night but was woken up by a hard time breathing, something was caught in his throat so his cough woke him up. Then his dry cough woke you up, right away your nose turned up at the smell.

“Smells like burnt,” you said and stood up, a couple joints popping back into place.

“Ya, that’s what it was,” Bucky nodded, he pulled his shirt over his nose.

“Wanda needs to leave Nat alone with the cooking thing, Nat doesn’t like to cook so I don’t know why Wanda keeps bugging her, right?” you turned back to Bucky, he was nodding along. “Everyone has their thing, cooking isn’t Nat’s thing but that's fine,” you sighed, “I’m gonna actually talk to Wanda about-”

Three bangs landed right on your door, you jumped back from it and Bucky stood up. Two guns were pulled out of the bedside tables, Bucky tossed one of them to you. The banging went again and it wasn’t a friendly bang, you both knew this wasn’t one of your friends. The safety of the guns were both pulled back with a ticking sound, Bucky put his clip in his gun, you like to use a revolver and it was already ready. The top hinge blew off and the door slightly fell forward, the lights were off and the emergency ones gave little light, there was smoke crawling through the cracks in the door. Bucky had made his way to the other side of the bed to you, now you were both in front of the door.

“Who do you think it is?” You whispered to him, your shoulders rubbed against his with quick breathes.

“No idea,” Bucky muttered back, his lips barely moved.

The door busted down and because you both were ready the guy didn’t stand a chance, the intruder fell back in an instant at the rapid fire from the guns, the sound would be as loud as the banging on the door. The intruder wasn’t even ready to fire, his gun flipped out of his holster and slid a tiny bit on the tile floors before stopping. The emergency lights hit the silver gun perfectly, you noticed red on it but it didn’t look like blood, there was some type of symbol or branding on it. You slowly walked closer, your bare feet not giving away you were moving in case someone was waiting before the threshold of the door.

“Bucky…” you whispered and turned to him, “you gotta get out of here,” you slowly bent down and picked up the gun, the Hydra symbol was hard to see now that it was not getting any light. Bucky’s nostrils flared as a way to hide what he was feeling, his mouth opened to try and talk this through but the sounds of coughing, guns, and screams took its place.

You both ran to the common room, everyone was there, fighting an agent. Coming from a third angle you took out some of the agents with your gun, they didn’t see it coming; neither did Nat as she pointed her gun in your direction.

“They want their intel back, go to the computers!” Steve screamed, you turned and ran.

Bucky joined the fight in the common room, he kept looking back to see you getting smaller and smaller down the hall. All he had was his gun and a knife he picked up from his dresser, both were used as more and more Hydra agents ran in and came from the ceiling that was falling apart.

You turned quickly into the room, computers and wires everywhere. Your time was spent in the training room rather than here, but you logged in mission reports on the computers. Hard drives of every mission, every person, and every thing were connected everywhere. Tons of information that could give Hydra the upperhand, there were still hard drives you had just stolen from Hydra that no one had looked into yet. This was all they wanted, but it was weird to see how many agents were coming in and not making their way to the intel room. You stood on guard with your gun out and ready, you weren’t wearing anything protective so you stood behind an old computer that was yet to be thrown out.

A man walked in, he was tall and slim. Brown hair curled down to his shoulders and his eyes were a dark green, they pierced right through you. You were about to shoot but he just put out his hand, his index finger coming up and wagging you off. “I wouldn’t do that,” he warned, his voice was like gravel.

“Why not?” You grunted, finger ready on the trigger.

He didn’t even reach for his gun, his hands out in front of him. “Because, you’d never shoot the messenger, would you?” His hands lowered but he kept them out. You slowly lowered your gun but kept your hands ready, fingers still holding the trigger. “I came on my own terms, no leader sent me,” He added and pulled a chair out.

“Out with it, I don’t need your cryptic bullshit!” your gun was raised again, “hands up!”

He raised them, “we don’t want intel.”

“What?”

“You stole our intel, that’s fine.” his nose stuffed up, “but you steal our weapon, rid him of his purpose...then we have an issue.”

“He’s not a weapon!” you knew exactly who they were talking about, “and we didn’t steal him, we saved him, we saved Bucky!” you yelled again, tears gathering in your eyes.

The man sat back on his chair, “I don’t care at this point, none of us do, you either give us our Winter Soldier or we will burn this place to the ground.” He stood to size you up, “the message has been given, shoot me if you want, I heard humans are flammable so I’d help burn this place-”

The man's brain flew out and hit the walls, blood sprayed over you and the computers. His knees folded in and the hole in his head slammed against the floor, you should have let him suffer but he probably was working for Hydra, and that’s suffering everyday. The man’s skin whitened in a matter of seconds, all the blood rushing out of that one spot was getting near the electrical, so you ran back to the common room.

Bucky was there, “most of them went to the roof, we got it down here!” He screamed.

“They’re after you!” you yelled and shot a few agents down, “this isn’t intel, they want you Bucky!” The smoke was flying up and with all the fast movements, it was getting harder to see him, but you saw the metal arm in the reflection.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m staying here!” He stopped to reload, but you knocked someone down and turned to face him.

Bucky took off but as he ran away, right before you lost sight of him, an arm wrapped tightly around your neck. You couldn’t see a face but you heard a voice, “he’ll turn himself in if he knows we have you, now this will hurt.” the butt of a gun slammed your temple, all you saw was black.

Time: unknown

Date: unknown

Your head hurt so bad, right as you were waking up it was a pulsing ache everywhere from between your eyes to your neck. It felt like waves, for a moment the pressure would drop but then slowly crawl back in, nothing was rigid. In the room you found yourself in there wasn’t much to register, just a cell that was a little longer than arm's length and some black box on the ceiling, it wasn’t a light but it seemed to hold something. There was no bed as well, you were sat up against the wall in a corner. As you moved to look around your neck all the way down to your knees ached; not to mention the pressure building in your head. It felt like you had been struck in the back of the head even though you thought it was in your temple when you were knocked out, your hand cupped high on your neck, right where your hair started. There was a sting and you pulled away with a hiss, a few pieces of scab came with it.

There were no windows, no source of light to see what time it was. But the fact that whatever cut was made to the back of your head was a fully scabbed and not bleeding gave away you had been asleep for a bit, that almost made it worse.

“Welcome, Soldat,” a voice with an accent came through, it was one you couldn’t figure out. “It seems our other weapon got away, we were gifted you instead; we are happy about it no less.'' the voice was coming from a speaker in the top left corner, not the black box directly above you.

“Where am I?” your voice sounded like sandpaper.

“In your cell,” you could hear the smirk, “but you’re not in Avenger’s territory anymore, would you like to know where you are?” he didn’t wait for you to answer, “I’ll give it to you if you follow this simple task, would you mind getting on your knees?” the voice asked, you stayed still, “right, I forgot. Soldat, get on your knees.” right away your knees smashed into the concrete floor. “Would you look at that, how pretty?”

“What that fuck?” you gasped out, your hands folded neatly on your lap as you sat back on your calves.

“Now that we know your abilities, you’re in Iceland, Hydra gifted us you.”

“You’re not Hydra?” you asked, this time louder and looking at the speaker.

“Oh, we are Hydra.” the voice laughed, “just not how you think we are...”

Time: 9:59pm

Date: September 27th, 2024

Bucky didn’t know how long he’d been curled in his bed with the curtains drawn, there was no perception of time at all. All he did was cry, all day. His body ached and crumbled into itself more and more as time went on. Everyone was mourning the loss of a friend, but to Bucky it was a lover. He held the picture you framed after your first date as a couple, that was one of the first times Bucky had truly smiled.

You both went to a really nice restaurant and when you were finished you waiter offered to take a picture because they saw you getting self conscious when your arm was up to take a selfie. The both of you leaned over the table and close to one another, right before the picture was taken Bucky reached over and placed his metal hand over yours, allowing it to be seen in the picture. It was something he regretted but after you framed it and kept it on your side of the bed, Bucky looked at it everyday with a smile.

The picture was still in the frame but it wasn’t on the bedside anymore, rather pushed up against Bucky’s chest. He’d pull it away to look at you from time to time, after picturing all the good times with you, your face seemed to change and warp until it wasn’t you. Bucky would run his finger down the glass and try to imagine the feeling of your skin again, he’d lost almost everyone in his life, all he wanted was to feel you one last time if it really was your time to go. Your smile was so bright it lit up the pitch black room he was crying in, your smile and your personality could keep an entire country running for years.

He ran out of salty tears and all that was left was wheezing and rocking back and forth in his bed, the emotions were working him out, sweat lines the neck rim of his t-shirt, but he’d also use the neck line to wipe the tears that slipped past his nose and lips. They would roll down and hit his pillow, he had already flipped it to get a dry surface.

Steve walked in, he didn’t need to knock because he knew what’s coming. Steve had watched you and Bucky grow from barely speaking to napping on the couch for everyone to see, it took a while but Steve knew from the beginning that you were perfect for him. Steve brought Bucky a sandwich everyday at noon because he refused to eat dinner and breakfast. Some days he wouldn’t eat at all but noon seemed to be the best time for him to eat everything.

“Wanda made it today actually, she added some chips on the side and made it real nice, Buck,” Steve went to the windows and opened the blinds, he did that everyday but when he would come back 24 hours later they’d be closed. “I also have news, about y/n…”

Steve saw for the first time in four days Bucky sit up, he saw the grief fade and a small shred of hope appear.

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 4 years ago

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(The Bad Batch) Tech x Reader: Pause - PART 2

(Set during episode 3 “Replacements”)

SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 3 below if you haven’t seen it yet!

Note: I had multiple people ask for a second part to the first one, and I had so much fun writing it, so here we are! This had me swooning at 8 in the morning while I was writing up the end! I really hope you enjoy!

Link to Part 1 (set during episode 2)

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“I should’ve gone with them,” you muttered to yourself, staring through the viewport of the ship into the darkness outside. “Omega is so young. She really shouldn’t have gone in the first place.”

“Hunter will look after her,” Tech spoke up as he welded a few parts of the ship together at one of the main consoles. He didn’t take his eyes off the project in front of him, only spoke over his shoulder. It gave you room to admire his profile for a moment while he so diligently worked.

“You’re right,” you sighed. “But still, I can’t help but worry. Please give me something to do so I don’t drive myself crazy thinking about it.”

Echo chuckled as he worked on a separate console on the other side of the cockpit, nodding you over. “You could hold these sheets of metal while I screw them back into place.”

“Yes, sir.” You clambered past the assorted parts and pieces that littered the space, catching your foot on a particularly heavy chunk of metal. It made your eyes water. “Okay, ow.”

“Are you alright?” Tech actually paused his endeavor and pulled his helmet up to glance your way.

“Yeah,” you replied, shaking off the pain. “I just tripped on this thing.”

“Be careful.”

“No worries, I’ll try not to break any of the parts.”

“The parts weren’t what I was concerned about.”

Your gaze found his for a split second before he lowered his helmet back on and resumed welding. Rather than dwell on it too much, you turned your attention back to Echo and took hold of the metal sheets so he could screw them into place properly. Wrecker was causing a bit of a commotion in the back of the ship, most likely putting together the room he announced he was going to make for Omega after she and Hunter had departed. You were touched by his gesture and listened with amusement to the sounds of stuff being dragged around and dropped back there.

“Hey, _________!” he called. “Could you give me a hand with something?”

You exchanged looks with Echo who had finished replacing all the sheet metal on his side by now. He gave you a nod, letting you know he could spare you for a minute.

“I’ll be right back,” you told him. You headed down the hall to see Wrecker holding a strand of lights in his hand with the other hand ghosting over the spot where he hit his head during the crash. “What’s up?”

“Can you hold this end of the strand? While I hand the other side?”

You smiled. “Sure. You know, this is really nice of you. Omega is going to love it.”

“You think?”

“I know it, Wrecker.” The two of you exchanged grins before setting to work on hanging the lights. Wrecker paused when he reached the end of the strand, and you were struggling to hold it up so high. “Uh, what’s the hold up?”

“I took too many hooks,” he said.

“Oh,” you nodded. “Well here, you hang the last part, and I’ll put the rest of the hooks away.” He dropped the set of hooks into your palm, and you made your way to a compartment where the squad kept miscellaneous supplies. On your way through the doorway, you encountered a figure on its way out.

The first thing you registered was Tech’s eyes widening slightly in surprise as the two of you ended up squeezed in the small space together, nearly chest-to-chest.

“Sorry, ________.”

“No, it’s my bad,” you insisted. “I didn’t look before going in.”

“Well, I didn’t look before going out.”

Meanwhile, neither of you had moved from the spot. His close proximity sent your heart racing as he gazed down at you, close enough that you could lean in a few inches and kiss him if you wanted- which you did want, of course. Did he?

“Everything going okay up there?” you asked.

“Yes, most of the individual parts repairs are complete. “All we need now is that capacitor.”

“That’s good news.” Your face fell a little. “I just hope Hunter and Omega both make it back alright.”

His gaze was so sincere as he responded, “they will." The hand he had just rested on your shoulder twitched as he hesitantly pulled it away. “We, ah, never had a chance to talk on Saleucami.”

You nodded. “Yeah, things have been a little crazy. What was it you wanted to talk about?”

“I recall we both had something to speak to the other about.”

You suddenly felt bashful and tore your eyes from his and let them fall to the floor. “Well, you first.”

He went quiet for a moment. “Alright.” He inhaled deeply as if gathering the nerve. “I wanted to speak with you because over the course of our missions together, I’ve developed feelings-”

“_________!” Wrecker called, his thudding footsteps nearing the closet.

Tech clamped his mouth shut while you replied before he reached the closet.

“Yeah, Wrecker?”

“Omega’s room is done! Wanna’ see?”

“Oh, awesome! I’ll be there in a minute!”

His footsteps faded down the hall again, and you glanced back at Tech with a chuckle. He adjusted his goggles, a small smile on his face at the amusement of the situation. You were convinced that he was about to say what you really, really wanted to hear.

“Anyway, as I was saying,” he continued. “I’ve developed feelings for you, _________. It’s never happened before, and I only know from what I’ve read that the proper thing for me to do would be to tell you and to ask to court you, if you wish to do so.”

Your heart was fluttering, eyes were watering, and the smile on your face grew even wider. “Tech, I feel the same way,” you told him. “I know this situation we’re in as a squad isn’t conventional, but I do have feelings for you and would love to ‘court.’” The last word broke off into another giddy laugh. You only had to move forward a few inches to wrap your arms around his form in an embrace. It wasn’t super comfortable with his armor on, but it felt right when you pressed your cheek against his chest plate, and you felt his chin on your head. The two of you stood there squeezing each other for a minute or so and listened to the quiet breaths that filled the air. Then, you pulled your head away to angle your face up towards his, and he accepted the invitation. His eyes fell closed as he kissed your lips. It was warm and a sort of relief washed over you as your hands traveled up to grip his shoulders while his pulled you in tighter. He was still a little rigid at first, but as soon your lips moved against his he responded.

Your back fell against the cool metal wall as his lips chased yours.

“Ah, sorry,” he murmured. You bit your lip and smiled, leaning in for another kiss.

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “Didn’t bother me.”

The moment was beautifully awkward as he pulled away to stare at you like he had many times before. The pause went on longer than you expected, so you finally spoke again in a humorous tone.

“What?”

“I’m just admiring your beauty,” he said, reaching up to run his thumb down from your forehead to the tip of your nose, a small gesture that made you smile again. “So many times I wanted to have this moment.”

“Well, now it’s here.” Then, your brows went up. “Oh, I need to go see Omega’s room. I told Wrecker I’d be there in a minute.”

Tech was hesitant to let you go, but he seemed to understand. He most likely also wasn’t up for a situation where Wrecker would come looking for you and see the two of you in the supply closet. Even if he didn’t see any lips making contact, the jokes would go on and on for the rest of the time on this moon. Neither of you were entirely up for it. You’d let the rest of the squad know about your new relationship when the time was right, though Hunter might pick up on it before then. He was pretty observant.

“I’ll go with you,” Tech said. “Wrecker will want me to see the room anyway.”

“Okay,” you nodded.

“Ladies first.” He gestured to the small doorway, and you grinned. You took his hand and headed out the door first, him following behind. Neither of you let go until you neared the room where Wrecker was showing Echo already.

“There you two are!” Wrecker said. “Check it out!” He gestured to the room past the lifted curtain to show the space he had made for Omega, and you gushed at how great it looked while he stood there proudly. The lights shone in your eyes and reflected off Tech’s goggles beside you.

There had been some rough times behind you, and there were sure to be more ahead. The galaxy was in disarray while this new Empire claimed it was order. The squad had lost one member. Everyone missed Crosshair, but there was hope of bringing him back.

This moment felt like another pause from all of that. It was a day of new beginnings.

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well-its-not-human-anymore · 4 years ago

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Okokok here this: april, reader and casey try to prank the boys. How does it go. With who does it fails/success, what was the prank, do they get caught? Do the boys get revenge, and if so, how?

Also, splinter sees it all unfolds, does he just gets himself a snack and watch, or does he tries to subtly join in without getting caught? (We all know hes got a playful side cmon)

Bonus: they try to prank vern too, maybe the boys join in to prank him? What do they do? Does he retaliate?

Okay so I admit I let my brain go nuts on this one, so it's a little long but I was cackling the entire time I was writing it.

TMNT Headcanons

Prank Wars

Leonardo

In your complete and utter defence, Leo had 100% started this

And also in your defence, you did tell him not to

Twice

But he tricked you into watching a horror movie and ended up dying your hair green

This meant war

You'd even wrapped up April and Casey into it

Their problems were your problems

Which meant that April was the one who convinced Splinter not to say anything to his sons

He was perfectly happy to oblige

Casey was just there to help set things up

And you liked the way his mind worked

The objective wasn't to go unnoticed, there would be no point in doing it and having no proof

You were doing this to prove that you could

Leo had emphasized that he couldn't be distracted

That you were to obvious and clumsy to prank him without him noticing

Challenge fucking accepted

And that's how you ended up at the kitchen table eating lunch with April and Casey when the boys were coming back from meditating with Splinter

April kept having to shove food in her mouth to hide her laughter

Casey just decided to wear sunglasses

And you kept overpowering the urge to smirk

"Hey guys, good to see you. Y/n have you seen my katanas?"

With the obstruction of water in your mouth you just nodded at him, pointing to the other room

He sauntered off, none the wiser to your victorious grin

When he came back in only a moment later his expression had done a complete 180

Leo made direct eye contact with you and you held that stare like a wolf cornered in its den

"does someone want to explain why my katanas are encased in blueberry jello?"

You raised your hand like a child in class

"hate to break it to you, but it's actually berry blue you uncultured bitch"

Raphael

Ohhhh you were so undeniably dead

A whole other level of six feet under

It wasn't a surprise that April and Casey had backed out on this one

It also wasn't a surprise that Splinter had offered to stand up for you if things went sideways

Donnie even gave you a sheet of paper with a list of hiding spots before hand

All of this went completely unnoticed by Raph, the target of your latest scheme.

And that was fine, you had only one objective here-

Make it out alive

But it was amazing what 1 person could do with some extra cash and internet access

So that's what led you to your current position.

Cross legged on the bench, watching the large red terrapin get ready for his first set, that in itself wasn't unusual, you always watched him lift just in case you needed to run and grab someone if something went wrong

Raph was none the wiser to your plan

At least that's what you thought

Your book was in your lap and you were calmly scanning your pages, somewhat comprehending the words but keeping a very close eye on the turtle across from you

"Hey y/n?"

You peeked over the edge of your book to meet his eyes

And your heart sank to your stomach

"Yeah Raph?"

He smirked at you, taking a lumbering step forward

"You ever seen that episode of the Office where Jim fills Dwight's phone with nickels so when he takes 'em out Dwight punches himself in the face?"

Shit shit shit shit shit shit-

"Uh... No, can't say that I have, why do you ask?"

That damn smile got even wider and all of your muscles tensed, you were ready to bolt

"I'm giving you a fifteen second headstart. Starting right now."

You flew to your feet and sprinted out of the weight room

"DONNIE WE GOTTA CODE RED!"

Your lungs were ready to burst by the time you made it to your decided hiding spot. Heavy footsteps went right underneath you and you held your breath, you wouldn't dare move.

You didn't come down until hours later when Splinter came and coaxed to you out of hiding

But deep down you knew you'd started something you couldn't finish.

Vern Fenwick

You didn't even have to convince the guys to partake in this

You didn't even get the chance to tell them what you were planning

They were already brainstorming

None of you let a word of it slip to April, she would've shut you down faster than you could blink

A complete buzz kill

But fake blood was relatively cheap and all of Vern's flooring was tile (meaning extremely easy to clean and bleach)

Donnie had really been the mastermind behind the execution, none of you had any idea how he'd rigged the apartment plumbing

But he'd assured you it would only affect Vern's suite and no one else's so you didn't concern yourself with it further

And after the fact you had to wonder what exactly the former cameraman was planning on the date he'd been in the middle of

All you knew was that you got a very frantic call from the falcon himself yelling about blood coming out of his tap and the sink wouldn't shut off and it was everywhere and what the fuck was happening?

You all knew that Splinter thought it was hilarious, he'd never been particularly fond of Vern

But he did make his sons assist in the clean up and bleaching of the victims apartment floor

You went too and offered moral support

Vern had hit on you one too many times, so there was no way you'd feel bad about this

Michaelangelo

As far as pranking went, you and Mikey were partners in crime

He always had great ideas and you always came up with the best ways to execute those ideas without getting caught

But when you separated those two chaos was guaranteed

You weren't entirely sure how you had been pitted against each other but you weren't entirely mad about it

You couldn't say the same for anyone else though, the others had been on edge all week.

Pranking Mikey was a challenge, he knew how you worked and vice versa

You'd been brainstorming with April for weeks now, maybe a new perspective would help

That's what the two of you told yourselves anyways

Much to your dismay, Mikey and Casey had been plotting against you as well, the traitor.

And perhaps even more unfortunate was the fact that both of your pranks somehow overlapped and backfired on the rest of the family

Because Mikey and Casey may have replaced the family tea set with a edible sugar replica that looked identical to the original

So that when you were asked to make tea for Splinter and Leo it would dissolve the second you poured the hot tea

But they didn't tell anyone else so Leo was left with an impromptu anxiety attack when he made his own tea before sitting down to meditate and it melted into sugary leaf water

And you and April had planned the 'cutting off your finger in the kitchen' with the knife, fake finger, and fake blood

Which in theory should've worked because Mikey was in the kitchen the most, that was his territory

However once you'd started your plan you couldn't stop it

so when you 'cut your finger off' and screamed for Mikey you didn't have time to yell "wait it's a prank!" before Donnie caught a glimpse of the scene and fainted

In your defence you didn't know the purple turtle could move that fast

And to Mikey's relief he was going to throw that cutting board out anyways

Splinter explicitly banned the two of you from pranking each other after that incident

Donatello

Per your own common sense you had come to the conclusion that pranking the families resident genius was a horribly stupid idea

So for once, you'd practiced some self control and refrained from any pranks involving Donnie

Now that's not to say that the turtle vowed from aiming any pranks towards you

He had morals but messing with you walked the line separating adorable from batshit crazy

And he was all for it

April advised against it severely and even Splinter seemed to think it wasn't the best idea, but that was a lesson his son had to learn on his own

On the flip side, the second Casey heard about Donnie's plan he was all for it

So when you came over for dinner they both had to hide their excited smiles as Casey passed you your spaghetti

He knew it was your favorite

Everyone else was oblivious, which looking back on it was a very bad thing

April had her suspicions that Donnie was pulling something this evening, but she couldn't put her finger on it

That wasn't until you swirled a mouthful of noodles around your fork and shoved it into your mouth, you were starving

Here lies your predicament-

You swallowed thickly and blinked like you were in pain, your hand went to your throat and you reached for your water, ending up chugging almost the entire bottle.

Your eyes met Donnie's in a serious type of concern

"Is there hot sauce in this?"

April choked on her breadstick and quickly covered her mouth

Casey hadn't picked up on it yet

"Awh yeah- how'd you figure it out so quickly?"

You erupted in a coughing fit that sent April rushing to your side before you could tumble to the floor

"You fucking assholes! Y/N has a capsaicin allergy! Casey go start the car we need to get them to the hospital!"

On the bright side you were fine after you were rushed to the ER

But you didn't speak to Donnie or Casey for two weeks following the accident

You eventually forgave them for it and they haven't targeted you since

Sorry if it got a little dark at the end, but I felt like it was more realistic. Also that has actually happened to me but it was a nut allergy (and that's how I found out I was allergic to cashews) But I feel like the ending was a good example of how pranking someone can go horribly wrong, you should always consider the possibilities before doing something that could cause harm to a person. (Unless they really really deserve it)

I really enjoyed writing this one and I hope you guys like it as much as I do! 😁🧡👍

-Mars 🌠

#tmnt x reader #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt vern #prankwars #tmnt headcanons #tmnt bayverse #bayverse donatello #writing requests

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raysofcrosby · 3 years ago

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ummm i would love a sneak peak if the au!

hehehe wltay au chapter sneak peek #1 / tw: mentions of abortion

He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten her appointment. Just a little over a week ago he’d been sitting across from her as she told him her feared news and then he promised to go with her to her appointment at Planned Parenthood with her before she fell asleep crying in his arms. He was terrified, so he could only imagine how scared she must’ve been– especially when he hadn’t shown up.

God, he hated himself for forgetting. For letting the presence of the Blues players and Coach himself distract him from being able to support her at a time when she no doubtedly needed him most. But he couldn’t help it– the opportunity to workout with current NHL players was there for the taking. And sure he’d done it before since his Dad is who he is, but this was different, so much different. Because he was only a year out from the draft himself. He could practically see himself skating on the ice for his first NHL game.

Which is why he felt so guilty for letting Caroline go alone, even though she said she hadn’t. She might’ve brought Heather into the building and room with her, but Matt was the one she wanted there– she needed there. And he knew it.

After their phone call, Matt kept thinking about it– how he had broken his promise to her about showing up. He’d always been able to keep his promises to her, even all the way in Ann Arbor. He’d promised to go to Junior prom with her, and while Caroline laughed it off, thinking that he was joking...he was buying a plane ticket home.

He tried to keep his focus on working out on the ice with everyone, but the other half of his focus was on Caroline. And how, even though she said it was okay that he forgot and wasn’t there...he knew it wasn’t. So, while taking passes from NHL players, he was thinking about how he could make it up to her. She said she was tired, that she didn’t want to stay up and watch the new episode of 20/20, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have his Dad stop somewhere on the way home so he could grab her a milkshake or some of her favorite ice cream as an ‘I’m sorry, please don’t hate me, I love you’ apology gift.

And he did, he bought her a little chocolate mousse cake he knew that she liked. When he went home, he quickly showered and opted out of dinner, telling his parents he was going over to Caroline’s house. Only when he went over and knocked on the door...it was her Mom that answered. And when he asked if he could see Caroline, she had told him that she wasn’t home, but he could check down the block at Aunt Clara’s rental since she was doing some cleaning and yard work before the new renters were set to move in.

That was weird...when he asked if he could come over to watch 20/20, she said not today and pretty much insinuated that she was too tired and was probably just going to go to bed. Yet...had she gone over to help Aunt Clara with her yard work and house cleaning? Nonetheless, he made his way down the block and knocked on the front door to Aunt Clara’s home. She looked surprised to see him when she answered the door, almost nervous. Which made him nervous.

“Mrs. Susan said Care wasn’t home and to come check over here since you’re in town...can I see her please?” He asked, holding the thawing chocolate mousse container in his hands.

He could see the hesitance in her eyes when she opened her mouth to speak, and for a split second he contemplated cutting her off and asking what was going on and why Caroline was avoiding him. But he didn’t, because Aunt Clara stepped aside, letting him into the house.

“She’s in the master bedroom.” She nodded, closing the door once he walked into the fully furnished house. She led him down the hallway, stopping just before the first guest bedroom and looking at him, a solemn expression on her face. “You two need to talk and I need you to listen to her, okay?”

“Okay...why?” Matt asked, unsure what to make of her ominous warning. Had she known about where Caroline went today? If there was anyone Caroline had told besides him and Heather...it would be Aunt Clara.

Aunt Clara was like her older sister.

“Just...listen to her. Don’t jump to conclusions, don’t get into that on-ice mindset...just listen.” She said, nodding him down the hall.

He walked towards the master bedroom, looking back at Aunt Clara again as she walked out into the living room, before knocking on the bedroom door.

“I’m fine, Aunt Clara.” Caroline spoke, sounding anything but fine.

Matt opened the door slowly, peeking his head in to see Caroline lying down in the bed beneath the sheet and comforter, her back facing him. Aunt Clara, whenever she was in town and cleaning up the house, always stayed here herself since it was cheaper and right down the block from her family. So it wasn’t a surprise that Caroline was so comfortable lying beneath the fresh sheets and blanket.

He slid into the room through the cracked open door, shutting it behind him as he walked towards the bed. “Care?”

She froze, her shoulders stopping mid breath as he moved closer to the bed, yet she still kept her back to him. “I’m tired, Matty.”

“I know...I just wanted to bring you something, but your Mom said you might be down here and Aunt Clara let me in,” he placed the plastic container down on the bedside table and sat down on the edge of the bed, turning towards her. “She said that we needed to talk...but I–I’m not sure what about, Care.”

He keeps his eyes on her, she still hasn’t rolled over to look at him or even moved in general. He heard her start to sniffle and he crawled over to her, holding himself up on his left elbow as he laid behind her, resting his right hand on her arm. “I-I’m sorry.” She sniffled again, wiping at her face with her hands.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, rubbing her arm. “I’m so confused right now, between Aunt Clara and you, I...I don’t know what to think. What’s going on?”

“I lied to you...earlier on the phone. I told you I–” She took a deep, shaky breath and then exhaled, keeping her back to him still. “Matt...I’m pregnant, the test was positive.”

He sat back, rolling off of his side as his hand fell from her arm as it was as if his last breath had been sucked right out of him. “W-What? But you said–”

“I lied,” she replied, speaking softly. “I lied because I–I…” she let out a shaky breath again, and then another sniffle.

“Caroline, bab–” he paused, swallowing back the rest of the word ‘baby’ because he didn’t want to say it, he didn’t even want to think about it. “Please roll over….”

Pregnant. She was pregnant. They were 17 and going to be parents to another human being...a baby.

After wiping at her face again, Caroline rolled over onto her right side, resting her arms up by her head as she looked at him. He could tell she’d been crying for God knows how long. Her eyes were swollen and red, the tip of her nose and her cheeks were red as well. Not to mention the dried streaks old tears had left behind.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Care?” He asked, crawling beneath the sheets and comforter before sinking down into the mattress and draping his left arm over her, pulling her into his side. “Why did you tell me the test was negative?”

“Because I...I’m not keeping it,” she whispered, her bottom lip quivering as she looked up at him. “And I didn’t want you to stay behind and be late going up to Ontario.”

He wasn’t sure how to feel, hearing her make that decision without him. Sure, he would’ve done whatever she wanted to do, because it is her body, but it was also half of his baby...and he wasn’t sure how he felt about not being able to grieve that loss if she had done it without him. But more importantly...he didn’t want her to go through that alone.

No one should ever have to go through that alone or make that decision alone. Not at seventeen, not ever.

“I wouldn’t have been mad,” he whispered, his left thumb brushing against her shoulder. “If you would’ve told me you were pregnant on the phone. I want to be with you Care, every step of the way, no matter what you decide you want to do. You just have to be honest with me.”

She nodded, pressing her head further into his chest. “I ran out of my appointment,” she sniffled, brushing her hand up beneath his shirt and rubbing her left thumb against his torso. “The doctor came in, said I was pregnant and it was like I blacked out. She started talking about options and wanting to do an ultrasound to see how far along I was and I...I just ran out.”

He wrapped his right arm around her, rolling her on top of him, his right hand brushing up her shirt as his thumb brushed against the small of her back. “I’m sorry for forgetting,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. “I never wanted you to go alone...you shouldn’t have had to do that alone.”

She slid both of her arms underneath his back, wrapping him in a hug as she pressed her right ear against his chest, easily hearing his heartbeat. “I was so scared,” she whimpered, tears burning in her eyes. “There were protesters on the street a-and I had to get escorted in and–”

“Did any of them say anything to you?” He asked, his voice stern as he looked towards her for a reaction.

“No, no...they were outside the property. So if they were yelling at me, I wasn’t sure...there were multiple people being escorted.” She replied, turning towards him and resting her chin on his chest. “And being in that room...filling out the paperwork, answering all of their questions and ugh, even peeing in the cup...I just, I felt…”

“I’m sorry,” he frowned, squeezing her lightly. “I’m so fucking sorry, Caroline. I should’ve been there and I’m so mad at myself for forgetting about it.”

“It’s okay, Matty,” she whispered, her hazel eyes brimmed with tears. “It’s your future, I understand.”

He opened his mouth to speak, to oppose her self-made excuse for him...but he couldn’t. Because it is his future. A future he’s dreamed about since before he could even remember. A future that he always planned on sharing with her. And depending on how their current situation plays out...a future that could mean the absolute difference in their lives in terms of support.

“I have to go back,” she said, bringing her left arm up from beneath him and wiping her cheek with the back of her hand. “I have to have an ultrasound so they can figure out how far along I am and...and what options I have.”

He nodded, bringing his right hand out from beneath her shirt and cupping the right side of her face, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Okay, I’ll be there. Hell, we can even spend the night here or something, that way you know I’ll be there. I’ll drive.”

She laughed, her lips quivering again as she nodded, tears brimming in her eyes once more. “I’d love that...please.”

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, his thumb brushing away a falling tear. “I’ll be right there with you.”

He leaned his head forward and kissed her before letting his head rest back into the pillow, his hand brushing through her hair as she rested her head on his chest. With her head resting against his chest, he knew he was out of her eyesight and the calm demeanor he’d managed to keep on his face, quickly fell. His eyebrows furrowed, his nose would scrunch and his lips twitched, all in an attempt to stop himself from letting that burning feeling in his eyes win.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t just seen their dreams and futures going down the drain, he totally did. How the hell were they supposed to raise and parent a baby when they were only seventeen? The two had just gotten grounded not too long ago when they were at the beach house in Florida because they failed to come back at curfew, too busy sitting out on the beach alternating between making out and staring up at the night sky, talking about the future.

A future where he’d be off in his rookie year in the NHL, hopefully close by to her at Boston, where she’d be playing field hockey for the next four years and working on her Bachelors. And in the summers, they’d fly back home together and spend those months together and with their families before jetsetting back to Boston in the fall. And not that she knew this part, but by graduation, he hoped to have saved enough money to buy her an engagement ring worthy of her and that showed just how important she was to him. She’d go to grad school and when she finished, they’d get married that offseason and who knows, maybe start a family soon after like his parents had done.

It was his six, almost seven year plan.

But it seemed as if they’d skipped those very important first few steps that was going to be the platform of the foundation his plan sat on– because suddenly, 23 or 24, newly married and maybe starting a family, turned into seventeen and expecting a baby. No college degrees, no NHL salary, no engagement ring– nothing. Life literally laughed in their faces and said, ‘hey, here’s a baby instead, enjoy!’

#frederickanderson #answered #wltay

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darkmulti · 5 years ago

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Lose Control

Stalker!San x female reader

⚠️Warnings: violence, aquaphilia, choking, degradation, overstimulation, drowning, spitting, unprotected sex, yandere behaviour, slapping, spanking,

Please read at your own risk!

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San’s Point of View

“Don’t worry San, you look so handsome! I’m sure she’ll say yes when she see’s you all dressed up.”

His grandmother goes over to San and fixes his collar while San puts on his last ring. The freshly picked flowers lay on the table as he gathered up all the confidence in his body. He was going to ask out his long time crush Y/N. San had liked her for quite some time, but never told anyone except for his grandmother.

He could go on and on about her and his grandma was always there to listen. She always encouraged San to confess to Y/N, but each time he would back out at the last minute. Well not today. Hopefully. He was tired of watching her sleep. He wanted to sleep with her. Cuddle against her small little body. Take her into his arms, and make her feel like she was the only girl in the world.

But he couldn’t.

But maybe that could all change today.

Key word: Maybe

He hugs his grandmother and thanks her for everything. He grabs the bouquet of flowers, and lavishly walks out of the door.

He gets into his car and drives to the university to ask you out after your class. His palms were sweating on the steering wheel and his face started to warm up.

What if, what if you say no? Embarrassing scenarios play in his mind, and he almost wanted to turn the car around and bail out.

San takes a deep breath in and gives himself a pep talk,

“I am Choi San! I can do this!”

He pulls into a parking spot and gets out of the car. With the flowers in hand, he locks his car and makes his way to the entrance.

As soon as he walked in, the atmosphere changed. All eyes were on him. The sudden change of look made everyone’s jaw drop. He was minding his own business until one of the girls that used to bully him came up to him.

“Are those flowers for me?”

“Not these ones sweetheart. I can buy you a cactus so you can shove it up your ass.”

“Funny Choi San. Who are they really for?”

“For my cock. Mind your own business lady.”

San walks past her, feeling a sense of relief now that he’s told her off. She was the reason why everyone was creeped out by him, including Y/N. He had a tremendous amount of hate towards her. But it was understandable.

The nervous man had made it to her class, only to see that it was empty. He checked the working spaces nearby and his eye finally catches her working alone. His hand dusts off his shirt and he starts walking towards her.

“Uh hi, Y/N.”

“Oh, hey San!”

“I w-wanted to ask you if- if you w-would like to go out sometime? I-I brought you flowers.”

He hands the girl the freshly picked flowers and waits for her response.

“There’s no easy way to say this San. But I’m dating someone right now. I’m truly flattered and I would love to be friends, but I have a boyfriend.”

She looked at him with sincere eyes, trying her best to let him down easy.

“O-oh. I had no idea. I’m sorry. I’m actually gonna go now.”

San quickly exits the scene before bursting out into tears. He should’ve trusted his gut, because now you’re with someone else. He quickly wipes away the tears and walks back to the car.

“Where are you going, Choi San? I see the flowers are gone. Who did they go to?”

“Like I said before mind your own business.”

“What? Did she reject you? It’s okay honey. I’m here now. I like this new ‘bad boy’ attitude. It’s hot.”

San turns around and pushes the girl against the wall. Without thinking it through, he rips her shirt revealing her bra and roughly kisses her. His tongue slides into her mouth and their saliva exchanges in the hot make out. San grabs her bra and rips it down exposing her tits in front of everyone. He then pulls away, spits out the saliva and leaves the half naked girl.

Angrily San goes home and does research on Y/N again. His grandmother frantically knocks on his door continuously, hoping that he was okay.

“Grams, please leave me alone. Just for a little while, please!”

San was frustrated. He could be violent, but never towards his grandmother. To avoid putting her in danger he locks himself in his room and cry’s his broken heart out.

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Y/N’s Point of View

I was walking back to my locker hand in hand with my boyfriend. He was such a kind and generous soul, I felt so lucky to have him. Although he’s all I think about 24/7, San still was floating around at the back of my mind. He hasn’t come back to school in 3 days and I was genuinely getting concerned. Thinking that it was my fault, I question myself.

Was I too harsh?

Maybe I should’ve offered him to sit with us.

I felt guilty of course.

He was creepy, but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. What if he comes after me?

I quickly slip in the embrace of my boyfriend, feeling a little scared.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“Maybe we shouldn’t have thrown the flowers away.”

“Why? Do they mean something to you Y/N?”

“No, I just feel bad.”

“Well don’t feel bad. I’m your boyfriend not him.”

I reach my locker and open it up, only to be suprised by a cute, pink note. I turn to my boyfriend and ask him,

“Did you do this?”

With a bright smile glued across my face.

“No.”

“Stop playing. That’s so cute!”

“Y/N it wasn’t me. I was with you this whole time.”

Reality hit me like a brick. He was right. He drove me to school and I had all my classes with him.

“Do you think it’s-”

“I will kill Choi San if he doesn’t back off.”

My boyfriend punches the locker door, startling me.

“Relax. He’s probably trying to get over me. Let him do what he has to do. I’ll be with you no matter what.”

I give him a reassuring smile and he pulls me in a deep, passionate kiss.

“Okay babe. I’ll see you later, I got practice.”

“See ya.”

I sigh and lean against my locker. I pick the note up and read it,

“I love you. I love you so much. You don’t know how long I’ve loved you for. I love everything about you. Your hair, face, body, personality. I love everything. If you can just give me the chance, please. I love you Y/N please. I will do anything for the love of my life. I want you to have my kids. Although we are young right now, I want you to be the mother of my kids and I want us to get married and have a life together. Without you I’m nothing. But fear not my love, I will always take care of you. I can show you the world. You can always be in my warm embrace. Please let me pleasure you. I will do anything for my one and only love. You are made for me and I am made for you. Please expect my love~ p.s I cummed on the gym shirt that you’re probably wearing right now.”

That’s why it felt so sticky. I rip the note up and throw it in the recycling. I grab my backpack and leave, trying to remain calm because he could be here.

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11:34pm

San’s Point of View

After crying for days, he finally stops and faces reality. He has to get rid of him. But how?! He puts on a new outfit and sneaks out the window. He promised himself that he won’t come back unless that man is out of her life for good.

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the address to his house. He puts in the address on the ‘maps’ app and heads over to the man's house.

San knew this routine. His research showed that the man lived alone, with 3 cats. San gets out of his car, like it was another night and breaks into the lock. It was too easy. He got inside the house and went upstairs to the man's room.

There he was. Sleeping peacefully, like he totally wasn’t going to get murdered. San grabs the belt that was hanging on a hook, and makes his way over to the unaware man. He smoothly slides the belt underneath his neck and in no time, jumps on top of him and pulls on the belt, strangling him.

The man rapidly taps on San’s thighs and he loosens it. San was indeed a psychopath, but not a murder.

“Stay away from Y/N! This is your only warning, or I’ll strangle you and all your cats understand? I want you to text Y/N that you're breaking up with her. Then I want you to block her number and her social media accounts. By tomorrow morning I want you out of this city. If you dare call the police, I will make your life a living hell and I stick with my words, understand?”

The horrified man nods and immediately pulls out his phone and breaks up with her over text. He shows San and San gets off of him with a satisfied smirk.

“Thanks for cooperating. I thought that I had to kill someone.”

San causally leaves and pets one of the cats on his way out. He gets into his car and speeds to your house only a couple blocks away.

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Your Point of View

What a way to end the night. The window was half open, letting in the cold breeze in, while my body sat in hot water. I was enjoying an episode of ‘Grey's Anatomy’ until the power shut off. The T.V being the main source of light, the bathroom was now pitch black besides the street lamp outside that was making my bathroom glow, just a little bit. Thinking that the power will come back on, I wait in the tub and splash around in the water.

That was until a figure from the window lunges towards me and splashes into the water. I let out a high pitched scream and tried my best to get out of the tub, but the bigger figure held me down.

I kept squirming underneath them, trying to escape, until I felt something unordinary. It felt like a dick. I yell out again until a hard slap slants my face to the right.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU CUNT!”

San finally got the girl he had desired for pinned underneath him. She couldn’t escape.

“SAN WHAT THE FUCK? LET GO OF ME!”

I splash the water and get it in his eyes. Hurriedly l push him off of me and get out of the bathtub. I was so close to my phone until he pulled me back by my hair.

I scream at him to let me go. He bends me over the bathroom counter and makes me look in the mirror.

“NO! YOU FUCKING CUNT LOOK AT YOURSELF! LOOK AT YOUR DIRTY, USED PUSSY. THIS PUSSYS SUPPOSE TO BE MINE! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU-”

He lets go of my hair and punches the wall in anger, leaving a hole. He then comes back to you and cups your face.

“Do you love me?”

He whispers.

“I-I”

The girl stutters because she was stunned by the question and the sudden personality change.

“Of course you fucking don’t!”

San growls at the girl and pushes her onto the bathroom counter. The girl however wasn’t scared. She knew it was wrong, but had a hidden desire for the man as well. Ever since he gave her those flowers, something in her changed. In a way she wanted this.

Before San could make the next move, she wraps her arm around his neck and lays her lips on his. San stood there, wide eyed, not realizing what was happening.

Adrenaline pumps inside their body’s, as their lips mold together. San grinds his tip on the girls wet opening, making her moan. He picks her up and places her on the floor. Her legs get placed on his shoulders putting her in perfect position.

San smashes his lips on hers one more time, practically swallowing her tongue and slowly thrusted in.

“ooh fuck, baby you’re so big!”

The girl under him moans and arches her back at the sudden stretch. His large, firm dick, wasn’t fully inside of her, but she could already cry from it.

“You like that babygirl? This is your first time fucking a real man. Fuck! You have such a sweet, tight cunt ready to be destroyed by me. By your daddy.”

San pushes in his entire dick making her scream. He then pulls it and slams right back in; making the vulnerable girl cry out of pleasure. San pushes her head down and starts pounding himself into her. Releasing all the stress, pain and heartbreak she had caused all these past few years.

His hand wraps around her throat and he starts going even harder into her. One hand on her throat while the other pushed down on her stomach so he could feel his own cock thrusting into her.

“AHHHHHH! DADDY PLEASE HOLY SHIT MY PUSSSY! OW FUCK DADDY!”

The girl becomes a sensitive mess under the man. He already had such a great control of her already, she would do anything to please him.

“Fuck darling. You’re making me Lose Control”

San cock grew angrier and he started thrusting into her furiously. Her tiny hand holds his muscular arm and lets him do whatever, because she feels on top of the world.

“AHHH, FUCK FUCK FUCK!”

Her buttcheeks clench and her walls tremble around his cock. Her cum rushes out covering San’s cock.

“Who told you that you can cum?”

“No one daddy.”

“Tsk tsk tsk, such a bad little girl you are.”

He picks her sensitive state up and places her on all fours, giving her the bathtub ledge to hold onto.

“OWIE!”

Y/N pouts as she feels a burning sensation on her buttcheek. He spreads her ass cheeks out so he can observe the stretched out pussy. He spits on it and slowly thrusted his cock again.

He grabs her hair away from her face and pulls her head back. The sounds of wet, skin slapping was a turn on for both. It made San roll his eyes, knowing that it was his balls slapping against her pussy. Wanting it to be louder he pushes her head down into the water and makes it clap louder and louder.

The girl screams under the water and the air bubbles come up, amusing San. He pulls her hair back and she comes up trying to catch her breath. Her hair splashes water on his face, collarbone and abs, making it a delicious sight to see.

“Hold your breath babygirl.”

She takes a deep breath in before San pushes her head down and fucks the life out of her. She taps on the tub not being able to hold her breath anymore and San yanks her out. He lets her lean back on his body, and turns her face towards him and gives her another nasty kiss.

“Let’s go in the water.”

His arms wrap around the panting mess, and he sits down in the tube. Her head lays on his chest until he said,

“Ride me princess.”

She weakly pushes herself up and holds the sides of the bathtub. San hands come to her hips to guide her. The girl's hips started grinding on his hard cock, and before she knew it she was bouncing on his cock.

San enjoyed the sight of your tits bouncing. He pulls your body closer and marks your breast so the sight can be even better. Dark purple hickeys were scattered all over your chest, and you grab onto his shoulder and start moaning in his ear.

“Daddy! You make me feel so good. Fuck, daddy! Your cock is so big, it’s making me feel so good!”

You cuddle your face into his neck, while the water kept splashing out of the tub. Being turned on by your words, San grabs your hips and rams up into you, creating waves in the water. Your pussy twitches at the overstimulation, causing tears to form in your eyes.

He gives you one more aggressive thrust before both of you release is the bath water.

“OHH FUCK DADDY! OH IT FEELS SO GOOD!”

I throw my head back as San starts playing with my clitoris. With his fingers still massaging the sensitive bud, he takes me out of the bath and places me on the floor for one more round.

San didn’t hesitate to take me again. His fingers wrap around my neck and press down. He started thrusting into me again because if he waited any longer his cock would’ve exploded. His hand rubs my clit up and down while he pounds into my swollen pussy. He then stops and hovers over your face and licks it.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK IM GONNA CUM. SAN I'M GONNA CUM PLEASE DON’T STOP PLEASE!”

I beg him, almost over the edge.

“IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO STOP TELL ME YOU’RE MINE!”

“AHHHH FUCK IM YOURS IM YOUR I BELONG TO YOU. FUCKKK FUCKK PLEASE BABY!”

I become a sobbing mess as my orgasm reaches, pushing me over the edge. I felt a warm wave go from my clitoris up to my chest, making me shake uncontrollably. I whimper under San, with my wet hair sticking to my face and the floor. All of a sudden my cum splatters all over his long cock, making me moan louder. My legs wrap around his tiny waist and I try to recover from the best orgasm of my life.

“OH FUCK BABY THAT WAS SO HOT. LOOK AT YOU SHAKING UNDER ME.”

San thrust his angry tip into me one more time, directly hitting your gspot. He cums in me and I cum around him one more time.

San immediately picks my sobbing figure up and rocks me back and forth trying to calm me down.

“Shh, darling you’re okay. You’re okay.”

He kisses my wet forehead and takes me back to my bed.

He cleans me up and puts me in a fresh pair of pyjamas. He takes some of my now ex boyfriends clothes and wears them.

He cuddles next to me in bed and pulls my body close to his.

“I love you.”

“I love you too San.”

“Wait really?”

Sans eyes sparkles and he looks like an excited puppy.

“Yes really.”

I giggle at his cuteness

“Well I love you more.”

He squeezes my body and lays gentle kisses on my neck and making me fall asleep.

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Point of views were messy, but i was just trying to figure out which one i liked the most. this was a request

Edited🔐

Xoxo, N❣️

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madsthewordclown · 4 years ago

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Pancakes | Sokka x Reader Modern AU

warnings: minor language

summary: you’re tired coming home from a trip over break and also freaking out about your feelings for a certain friend of yours. ft. best friend sleepover.

This fic was somewhat inspired by Pancakes for Dinner by Lizzy McAlpine and the rest of my pining playlist. Hope you guys like it! Also I’m sorry the title is not very relevant but I was tired after spending three days trying to pull this together :/ whoops

“Don’t worry, I’m almost home.” You talked just a bit too loudly to make sure your phone picked up the noise.

“Are you on the phone while driving, Y/N?” Sokka asked. He could probably hear the sound of your car on the highway—there were too many bumps on this road.

“It’s on speaker,” you clarified, being careful to keep your eyes on the road. You had been hoping to get home before dark, but the sun setting to your left was not a great indicator. You glanced down at your dashboard clock—only 5:30. You cursed daylight savings time. “I think I might have an hour left?”

“Know your way from there?” Sokka’s voiced cracked in your phone speaker. He sounded like he was chewing something.

“Yeah, I think so. I was just checking in to let you know.” You had been calling and checking in with either Sokka, Zuko or Katara every hour of your drive. Driving for so long made you especially nervous, and you never said anything so not to worry them, but you wanted one of your friends to have a general idea of where you were if anything were to happen. You knew that you were just being paranoid, but the dimming evening light only served to heighten your nerves.

“Drive safe,” Sokka told you. “Call me if you need anything, okay?”

“I will,” you replied, gulping. You thought of the millions of things you wanted to say to him, but kept your mouth shut. You glanced down to see your phone screen go dark, indicating that Sokka had hung up.

You didn’t tell him how you wished he would stay on the phone to keep you company. You didn’t ask him to see about getting you food for when you finally got home. You most definitely didn’t tell him about the very unhelpful thought that was streaming through your head; I like you, I like you, I like you.

You didn’t know when things had changed between you and Sokka. Your feelings for him had grown into something more than purely platonic, that you couldn’t deny. But you were pretty good at keeping those feelings hidden—in most cases your infatuations would come and go quickly, and you didn’t like to embarrass yourself by acting on an impulse. Even so, you felt like Sokka had been distant lately.

You supposed he had offered to let you stay at his and Zuko’s apartment while you were temporarily kicked out of your dorm for what your college said was a “routine maintenance procedure,” but that might have been more Zuko’s doing. Besides, they had offered the same service to Toph. Toph said that “routine maintenance” was probably code for “getting rid of roaches”.

At least the temporary displacement was over fall break, when lots of students went home. The university did offer other temporary accommodations, but Katara had insisted that the stay at Sokka and Zuko’s would be “the ultimate best-friend sleepover,” and that they’d all spend the night when you got back. As much as you loved your friends, you were happy that you had spent the first half of your break with your parents. You felt like you needed to give Sokka some space, and maybe take some time to let your feelings pass. Unfortunately, they hadn’t, but maybe Sokka would stop acting so distant.

You kept your speed at 5 under the limit as you drove. You felt ridiculous, but somehow your brain could never stop imagining worst-case scenarios; a deer jumping out in front of you, a police chase coming to a violent end over the top of the next hill. It was like a mini-existential crisis every time you were behind the wheel for too long.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you reached the city, the streets once again becoming familiar, illuminated by the streetlamps. The tight feeling in your chest loosened its grip, and you let your hands relax against the wheel.

You hardly believed your luck when you saw the empty space in front of Sokka and Zuko’s building. You quickly parked. Spaces were usually impossible to find. You unbuckled your seatbelt and leaned back with a sigh, relieved to finally be done driving. You had made it, the full 8 hours finally over.

You got out of the car and stretched your legs. Cars weren’t built for tall people, you lamented to yourself as you grabbed your bags out of your backseat, feeling the stiffness in your back as you leaned to grab your things.

Going up the stairs to the third floor was awful, and by the end of it, you wanted nothing more than to lie down. You knocked on the door—they had temporarily offered your spare key to Toph while you were gone—and leaned on the frame while you waited for someone to answer.

“Y/N!” Sokka cried as he opened the door for you. The instant you saw his smile you felt butterflies in your stomach, and the overwhelming urge to just say it—I like you, I like you, I like you—repeated like a mantra in your head.

“Hey, Sokka!” You leaned in to give him a half-hug; it was the best you could do with all of your bags.

“You should’ve called,” Sokka eyed your bags with a frown, “I would’ve helped you bring your stuff in.”

“It’s okay,” you brushed him off, pushing through the door.

“Y/N!” Katara cheered. You could see her sitting on the floor with Aang, leaning back up against the sofa where Zuko and Toph were sprawled out as much as possible. Somehow, Toph managed to take up more space regardless of the height difference. Zuko, Aang, and Toph echoed Katara’s cheer, although Toph did so half-mockingly.

You dropped your bags off by the kitchen table—you’d sort those out later. You just wanted to rest, and you knew you’d have to answer questions about your trip. Suddenly, a smell hit you. “Is something burning?”

“Shit!” Sokka exclaimed suddenly, rushing over to the stove.

“What’s that?” You asked, going to look over his shoulder. It was a bit difficult, as he and Zuko somehow managed to be taller than you. It drove you crazy, as you had been used to being the resident tall-person before you’d met. They loved holding it over your head, both literally and figuratively. (But you most definitely did not have a Napoleon complex. No way.)

“Pancakes,” Sokka answered, carefully flipping two off of the pan. “I figured you’d be hungry.”

“And we wanted pancakes!” Toph yelled from her spot on the couch.

“Make your own damn pancakes!” Sokka yelled back, “I’m giving up.” He turned to where you were standing behind him.

“Here, I’ll take the ones that I burnt, and you can have these other ones.” He held out a plate to you. “I hope four is enough.”

“You really didn’t have to make me food.” But you were so, so happy he did. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were, but now your stomach was being very demanding. You took the plate from him. “Thanks, Sokka.” I like you, I like you, I like you.

“Well, we know Sokka has a favorite,” Toph deadpanned.

“You never make me pancakes, Sokka,” Zuko pouted, sticking out his tongue.

“Shut up,” Sokka replied simply, following you over to claim a spot on the floor next to Katara and Aang, a bottle of syrup in hand.

You and Sokka ate pancakes while your friends asked you about your trip, with a random Mythbusters episode acting as background noise. Yes, your parents were doing great, yes, your hometown was as interesting as ever. The pancakes were delicious, and you felt even more grateful for Sokka’s gesture.

Despite the joy you felt to be reunited with your friends, you couldn’t deny that you were tired. You felt yourself wanting to doze off as you leaned on the couch. You yawned, stretching your arms up. Sokka noticed immediately.

“Hey, you can take my room if you want,” he offered, accurately sensing your exhaustion. You tried in vain to keep your cheeks from reddening—you didn’t think Sokka had noticed, but you were sure Katara did by the look she gave you.

“No, it’s okay,” you reassured him, “all of my bags are in here anyway, and they’re a mess.”

“Here, I’ll move them and get things cleaned up. You need to sleep,” Sokka insisted, proving his insistence by immediately getting up to gather your things. The second he disappeared into his room, Katara turned to you.

“Y/N, I give you my permission to date my brother.”

“Katara!” You blushed. “It’s not like that.”

“Y/N, you’re my best friend and Sokka’s my roommate,” Zuko said, “and I of all people would know that you two have been dancing in circles around each other for months.”

“It’s disgusting,” Toph added, unhelpfully.

“Sokka doesn’t like me like that. He’s been acting weird and avoiding me for weeks,” you reasoned, not bothering to deny your own feelings. It’s not like it mattered.

“He’s not avoiding you today,” Aang mentioned as he leaned on Katara’s shoulder. You supposed you couldn’t deny it, but before you had the chance to respond, Sokka was back.

“I’m sorry if things are still a bit messy, but you can head in and go to bed if you’re tired. I can take the couch.”

“Hey, Snoozles, Zuko and I called dibs,” Toph snapped. “Take the floor.”

“Zuko has a bed here, you know.” Sokka put a hand on his hip.

“Yeah,” Zuko looked up at him from his position on the couch, “but now I’m here, and I’m not moving.” Toph nodded in agreement.

“Then I’ll take Zuko’s room,” Sokka amended.

“Okay, then,” Zuko conceded.

“What?!?” Katara cried indignantly, sitting up straight like a bolt. “You told me I couldn’t!”

“Yeah, because he doesn’t want you and Twinkle-Toes canoodling,” Toph cackled. Katara scoffed.

“We do not canoodle!”

Sokka turned to you as you yawned again. “Get some sleep,” he said. As much as you wanted to refuse, you couldn’t resist the opportunity to finally get some rest. You slowly stood up and walked yourself towards Sokka’s room, and he took your spot on the floor. “Goodnight.”

You took a deep breath when you entered Sokka’s room and switched on the light. You had been in his room once before, when you offered him a ride to a lecture, and he wasn’t awake on time—you had come in and smacked him with one of your notebooks. It was small—Sokka felt bad that Zuko paid most of their rent with his rich-person money and had actually convinced him to go for a cheaper apartment when they had decided to move in together.

You got the vague sense that you needed to shower, but you were too tired to worry about it, and you didn’t want to fish your toiletries out of your stuffed overnight bag. You checked your phone once, and saw you had a text from Katara.

Sokka was paying more attention to you than Mythbusters, Y/N. The MYTHBUSTERS!!!

You rolled your eyes and shot back a quick, “whatever.” And for once, your overwhelming exhaustion drowned out the fluttering feeling in your gut as you climbed into Sokka’s bed. You were asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

You could tell when you woke up that it was way too early. You could also tell that you weren’t in your own bed, and then you remembered. Right. Sokka gave you his room. You sat up, pushing the comforter off of you. You had a shaky feeling in your chest, and you knew you’d woken up from a bad dream, but you couldn’t quite remember what it was. You felt like you did when you were driving the night before—jittery, a million thoughts going through your mind all at once.

You decided it might be a good course of action to get a glass of water to help you calm down and relieve the dryness in your throat that further prevented you from going back to sleep. You quietly tip-toed out of Sokka’s bedroom. You noticed multiple papers with sketches and diagrams from his engineering classes scattered about the room, and it gave you a little bit of comfort.

You tried to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb the others, who were all fast asleep in the living room. You quickly got your glass of water and downed it, not wanting to bring it into Sokka’s room and risk spilling on any of his stuff. You made your way back to his room and crawled back under the covers. No sooner had you pulled the blanket up over yourself did you hear the door open once again.

“Oh.” Sokka’s frame stood in the doorway. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I was just coming in to get something.”

“It’s okay, I wasn’t asleep,” you said, sitting up.

“Oh.” A beat. “Are you okay?”

The tone of his voice made you pause. It was how he’d been talking to you for weeks, save for last night.

“Yeah.” You put a hand to your head, trying to clear your thinking. “I think I’m just a bit stressed after all of the driving and stuff. I hate it.” You gave a dry laugh, and you could see Sokka approach you in the dark.

“I thought you said the drive went fine,” Sokka pressed, now standing next to you.

“It did!” You assured him. “I just don’t like driving, especially at night. It makes me nervous. Why did you think I was calling so much?”

“Oh,” Sokka said dumbly. He was close enough now that you could make out his features. He frowned at you. “Can I sit?” He asked after a long pause. You nodded and awkwardly scooched over to make space for him.

“You know, if you wanted someone to drive with you, I could’ve gone.”

“Sokka,” you laughed, “it’s 8 hours. What could you possibly do to stay entertained up there for three days?”

Sokka shrugged and smiled at you. “I have friends over that direction.”

“Of course you do,” you rolled your eyes. Sokka somehow knew everybody and was friends with almost everyone he knew.

“Plus,” Sokka bumped his shoulder against yours, “I think your parents would love me.” You elbowed him in response, trying to quell the fluttering of your heart and the words that threatened to bubble up from your throat.

“Seriously,” Sokka told you finally, turning to look at you. Even in the dark, his eyes were startlingly blue. “I could’ve at least stayed on the phone with you for a bit.

“I don’t want to ask that of you. You have more important things to do.”

“No, I really don’t,” Sokka said, looking you in the eye. You gulped in the silence, and suddenly everything felt like too much. You could feel his leg up against yours, and his eyes were so blue, and his hair was hanging out of his ponytail, and he said it like he meant it, and you were surrounded by his drawings and his smell and I like you I like you I like you and—

“I like you.”

For a moment you thought you had spoken your thoughts aloud, but that wasn’t your voice, and Sokka was still looking at you and there was something about his expression, and—oh. You sat there with your mouth hanging open.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I shouldn’t have said that, and…” He trailed off when you put your hand on his chest to stop him.

“Are you joking?” You asked plainly, looking up at him. Sokka stared back.

“…no.”

With just that one little word you felt the thoughts you’d been holding back for the past months flood up, as if a dam had been broken, and there were so many things that you wanted to say all at once, but your mouth wasn’t working.

“Me, too,” you replied dumbly, and Sokka cocked his head at you.

“What?”

“I like you, too,” you mumbled, leaning forward to bury your face in his chest. You were sure that he’d be able to see your horrible blushing, even in the dim light. You felt Sokka chuckle a little bit.

“What was that?”

You felt your blush deepen as he gently pushed you away from him. “I like you, too,” you repeated, finally looking him in the eye. Sokka gently laid a hand on your cheek, and your eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in.

Kissing Sokka was somehow softer than you had expected. He wasn’t exactly a subtle person—loud, passionate, outgoing, and too smart for his own good—but his kiss was gentle and loving and ended way too soon.

“Do you wanna go out some time?”

“Um, obviously,” you giggled, leaning in as he wrapped you up in a hug, pulling you close.

“Just thought I’d check,” Sokka hums, hand circling your back gently as you yawn into his shoulder. “Now you need to get some sleep.”

“ZUKO, Y/N AND SOKKA ARE CANOODLING!” You and Sokka jumped, awoken by Katara’s yelling. You blinked your eyes open to see all four of your friends standing in Sokka’s bedroom doorway.

“We were not canoodling!” Sokka shouted indignantly.

“This isn’t my room, Katara. It’s not under my jurisdiction,” Zuko shrugged.

“Why couldn’t Aang and I take your room?” Katara demanded. You wiped the sleep from your eyes and felt yourself blushing.

“My room is a canoodle-free zone, Katara.”

Zuko and Katara bickered for a while, while Toph laughed and Aang stood by awkwardly, although you didn’t miss him shooting Sokka a thumbs-up. When it seemed like they’d forgotten you were there completely, Sokka cleared his throat.

“Excuse me, guys.” Katara and Zuko stopped bickering to look at him. “If you don’t mind, I want to go make Y/N and I some pancakes.” With that, Sokka stood and took your hand to pull you along with him. You blushed.

“Only if you make us some,” Toph crossed her arms and blocked your way.

“Fine, Toph,” Sokka relented, but smiled as he pulled you closer and wrapped an arm around your waist. “Good morning, by the way. Want some more pancakes?”

#sokka fanfic #atla fanfic #modern au #sokka x reader #sokka #sokka x y/n #atla

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flor3nces · 5 years ago

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help me | spencer reid x fem!reader

AHHH OMG i am so in love with this. my heart yall. my heart :(. ugh im so so proud on how this turned out. this is sort of based off season 15 episode 9 “face off.” n e wayssss, i hope you enjoy this because i sure enjoy writing this <3

going alone was a mistake. i knew that the moment i spotted both of our unsubs together. two against one. it wasn’t going to end well. i should’ve called for backup when i had the chance but i didn’t.

“fbi! put your hands where i can see them!” i yelled. they turned around and my heart stopped for a moment. “drop the gun.” marcus was ruthless, he’d shoot a federal agent if he had too, or if he even wanted to.

marcus dropped the gun. “kick it over here. anthony drop the backpack.” he dropped the backpack just as his father kicked over the gun. i needed to pick up the gun and put into my holster before marcus even tried to make a move to get it back.

having to pick up the gun meant i had to let my guard down. i thought over it for a moments but kept a straight face and gun pointed at them. i started to lower my body to the ground but kept looking up every few moments.

it wasn’t until i got to the gun, that i completely let my guard down. i turned my head towards the gun, and that’s when i heard the gun shot. i didn’t have enough time to react as it hit just under my arm.

the gunshot sent me into the air. i landed roughly onto the concrete. marcus and anthony got into the car just a few moments after and sped off. i turned my head as the car rushed past me. my vision started to get filled with black spots but i didn’t let myself close my eyes.

i coughed and a bunch of blood came out. more and more blood gushed out. i was certain that at this point i was laying right in a pile of my own blood. tears welled up in my eyes as i started to cough again. blood covered my entire mouth and spilled over the side of my face.

spencer’s voice rang in my ears but i couldn’t move my arm to even try and let him know that i was shot. “y/n? where are you?” only a few moments passed before his voice came back. “y/n, do you copy?”

i couldn’t do anything. i just laid there, bleeding out in a garage of some building. i’d probably die in here if no one came in here.

footsteps. they were coming closer and closer. i didn’t even try and move my head. “y/n!” spencer. it was spencer. i wasn’t going to die after all. at least not here. “we need an ambulance, y/n’s down!” i heard spencer yell into his mic as he put pressure on my wound. “you’re going to be okay, okay? stay with me, y/n.”

i tried. i really did but my eyes were starting to get heavy and i was getting fairly tired. “no, no. hey, look at me.” i let my eyes find spencer’s face. “that’s it, look at me.” i coughed again and more blood came out. just as i was losing conscious i heard the medics rushing to spencer and i.

“stay with me, y/n.” i heard some woman say as they put me onto the stretcher. they put an oxygen mask over my face and wheeled me into the ambulance. that’s when i blacked out.

SPENCER’S POV

i watched as they wheeled y/n into the ambulance. i felt a hand on my shoulder. “go, we’ll find them.” i turned towards jj and sent her a tight lipped smile before running off to get into the ambulance before they took off.

“is she going to be okay?” my voice was shaky as i spoke. the nurse gave me a small smile. “she’s strong. she’ll make it.” i nodded at her words and held y/n’s hand.

it wasn’t until we got to the hospital when things went wrong. just as they were about to wheel her into a room her heart stopped. not only did her’s stop, but so did mine.

they ripped her shirt open and started to try and get her heart running again. i just stood there, helpless. i watched as the first try in getting her back, didn’t work. her body jolted as the defibrillator came in contact with her skin. “again!”

i watched as her body jolted once again. “she’s back!” i turned my head towards her heart monitor so fast, i could've gotten whiplash. and her heart was back to normal, or at least running again. thank god. i wasn’t going to lose her, at least not today.

“are you her husband?” a nurse i’ve never seen before asked me as i watched them wheel her away. “no, she’s- she’s not married.”

“are you her boyfriend?” i shook my head. “okay, i’ll call you when she’s out of surgery.” i walked to the waiting room they had for federal agents and waited.

the team called and asked to give them updates. penelope called and asked if she was okay, as soon as i answered the phone. “yeah, she’s in surgery right now.” i heard her let out a sigh of relief.

“please, call me as soon as you hear something.” i told her, i’d try and make her one of the first to hear about her condition.

it seemed as if i was waiting for hours. i ended up falling asleep only to be awoken by a smiling nurse telling me that she made it. i jumped out of my seat and asked to see her.

“of course, she’s in a coma right now. but she’ll hopefully be awake soon.” the nurse told me as she lead the way towards her room. i thanked her in a small voice before walking into her room.

as soon as i saw her laying there. with so many iv’s attached to her arm, tears welled up in my eyes. i stood by her, reaching over to push her hair out of her face.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, y/n. i should’ve realized that you were missing sooner. but i didn’t and because of that you almost died.

i can’t imagine a world without you. and i know how corny this is going to sound but, i would’ve hated myself for the rest of my life if i let you die without telling you how i feel.

truth is, i’ve loved you were since you walked through those doors. which is 6 years, 47 days, 5 minutes, and 39 seconds ago from now. i thought it was just a silly crush at first and i’d get over it but i didn’t.

the moment i realized that i might lose you cause my heart to stop. i’d say world but you’re my world. if they didn’t get your heart beating again, i would’ve lost my world...”

i stopped for a moment to let out a small chuckle. “just, please for the love of god, please wake up. i don’t know what i’d do if i lost you. please.. don’t leave me.” i didn’t even notice that i was crying until a tear landed on her hand.

i wiped it quickly. i pulled up a chair next to her bed and laid my head beside her arm. my eyes shut and i fell asleep rather fast.

i was awoken again by fingers going through my hair. i lifted my head up and turned towards the source. “hi.” y/n’s voice was a bit rough but it still came out as soft as she could make it. “hey. how’re you feeling?”

“well.. despite being shot, i’m okay.”

“that’s not funny. i thought i almost lost you. your heart stopped, you know?”

“i’m sorry, i just don’t want this room to be all sad.”

“no, it’s alright. i’m sorry for snapping at you.”

“hey, it’s okay. i’d be the same if this were to happen to you.”

her hand found mine and she began playing with my fingers. “you know, i was putting up a hella of a fight before i eventually lost?” i looked at her as she spoke. it was as if nothing else in the world matter because i didn’t lose her. i still had her and it wasn’t really the best moment to tell her how i feel but before i could change my mind the world came flying out of my mouth.

“i love you.” silence engulfed the room quickly. “i love you too, spence.” y/n said after a while. “no, not like that. y/n, i’m in love with you and i have been for the past six years.”

i avoided eye contact with her at all cost as i just confessed how i felt towards her for the longest time. “spencer, look at me please.” i slowly looked up and met her eyes.

her pupils were very dilated and i couldn’t believe i didn’t see it sooner. “god, you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to hear those words.” her giggles filled the room and it felt as if my heart would burst from my chest. “i’m in love with you too, spencer.”

a huge smile made its way onto my face. in fact it was so big that it started to hurt. “now, are you just going to sit there smiling like a huge dork or kiss me?” i laughed at her words and leaned in to kiss her,

and i know almost everyone says this and i truly didn’t believe them at all when they said that they felt as if fireworks were going off or that there were butterflies fluttering around in your stomach, when you kissed someone you love. but goddamn, i sure did believe them now.

unfortunately, we had to pull away as our lungs were begging for fresh air. “wow.” i laughed at her expression. “yeah.” she softly kissed my nose and leaned back, smiling up at me with the softest smile i’ve ever seen on her face.

“oh my god! why didn’t you call me?!” i heard penelope yell. y/n turned her head towards her and smiled. “please, don’t yell. my head already hurts enough from these lights.” i watched as garcia gasped. “oh! i am so sorry.”

YOUR POV

“wait! so he confessed his undying love for you?” penelope asked as she had gotten settled in. spencer left to go try and help with the case but called every 20 minutes.

“yes, and then he kissed me. my gosh, can you believe it penny?!” she let out a squeal. “was it magical? did you feel butterflies in your stomach?” i nodded at her words and let put a dreamy sigh.

“we have to tell the others!”

“no. not yet, please. i just want to enjoy for a few days before telling the team.”

“oh sweetheart you know i can’t keep secrets.”

“please, penelope. can you try?”

“of course! you, my gorgeous friend, just got shot. i will do everything in my power to keep quiet.”

“thank you.” just as we were about to watch a movie on garcia’s personal laptop, spencer walked in. “ugh. you have the worst timing ever, boy wonder! we were about to watch a movie but now that you’re here she’s going to have all her attention on you.” penelope whined.

“nice to see you too, garcia.” spence said as he looked at me confused. i shurgged as i knew that she wasn’t about to let him have any of my attention. “watch this moive with us. she’s not cleared to leave until tomorrow so until then i’m going to stay here with her.”

“no, that’s okay. you can go home peneople. i’ll stay here with her.” i watched as she give him the biggest death glare i’ve ever seen her give to someone. “i am staying her with her, you can leave.”

“okay, why don’t you both stay here.” i look at garcia as she nods her head and presses play on her laptop but not before giving spence another death glare. i lean up towards spencer’s ear. “if looks could kill, i’m pretty sure you’d be dead by now.”

“trust me, i know.” we both giggled. i gave him a soft kiss before cuddling up into him and turning my attention towards the movie.

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thebestofoneshots · 4 years ago

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LOLLIPOP

Paring: Dean Winchester x reader

Prompt: In which both you and Dean really really want the same Lollipop.

Warnings: None, mild spoilers to the scooby natural episode since the DeanCave is mentioned but nothing more than that. Is sucking someone else’s lollipop a warning?

A/N: my boys need some happy times, so I like to write some happy fluffy times for them, specially with only 4 episodes left 😭

You got up from your bed and closed the book roughly. You had tried over 50 different reading positions, but it was either the lighting that was wrong, or you were not comfy, or your head hurt. You were done. So you decided you would have to look for a better place to read your book at. You opened your room's door and left. You went to the kitchen, but Sam was there making green smoothies which was rather loud so you kept looking for a place. You tried the library, and it worked, for a chapter but you switched chairs to try to get the lighting right. At some point, you had tried all the chairs and none of the satisfied you. So eventually you left. You went to the infirmary, which so happened to work against you as well. Some hunters from apocalyptic earth were getting patched up and, judging by the sound they made, it had been a rough hunt.

You sighed and turned around looking for a different place. And then you saw light coming from a room. You knew it was Dean’s room, perhaps Sam’s. You weren't sure whether to enter or not but decide to do it. The light did seem very good, the surroundings were quiet and you figured, as you were friends with both boys, they wouldn't mind you being in their room for a good reading session. When you entered, you fell in love with the room, it had these bright lights right behind his bed, giving you the best light to read, no weird shadows and the bed. The bed was so soft.

You sat on the bed, your back resting on the headboard and your book getting the best lighting available in the whole Bunker.

You read for at least an hour before you heard someone clearing their throat from the door. You raised your head and saw Dean giving you a confused look. "Oh, hi Dean," you said cheerily, you were just two chapters from the end and the book had been amazing.

"Why are you in my room?" He asked confused.

"Oh, right, I forgot, see, I was looking for a good place to read and the position of your bed and lighting give an amazing light, plus your bed is quite comfortable... I would have asked you if I had known this was your room... I mean I knew it was either yours or Sam’s bit I didn’t think you’d care. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"Right... Of course, anyway, would you mind? I want to get changed. We're getting ready for movie night."

"I don't mind," you answered and continued reading your book.

He was confused at your answer, and he was going to ask you to leave, but he saw how into the book you were and decide you probably wouldn't even lookup. He shrugged and headed to his drawers. He took on a black short sleeve top and his burger and hotdog pyjamas pants. He quickly changed his jeans for the pants and then he took off his shirt.

That's when it clicked you. You had been so immersed in your book you didn't realize he wanted you out of the room so that he could get changed. You looked up from your book, just to find him shirtless, back facing you. Your cheeks instantly burned and you looked straight at your book, again. But you couldn't resist picking again while he was putting on the T. You had to admit the man was attractive. Damn, not even Charlie would deny it, and she wasn’t even into men.

He then turned around as you quickly hurried your head back on the book "So... Em... I guess I'll let you finish? But don't forget it's movie night," he said as you tiled your head up paying attention towards the words he said. You nodded and waved goodbye.

He left the room, and you tried to continue your book, but it seemed rather hard. You couldn't really concentrate. And the sofa on the ‘Dean Cave’ was tempting. So you closed your book and went to your room to get changed into something comfier. Aka you pyjamas. It was summer so you used the pair that had little batman signs on the shorts and a short-sleeved top with just one big sign in the middle of it.

You left your room and headed towards the Dean Cave. As you arrived you sneaked in quietly. There was still a place on the couch that was right in front of the TV. Cass was about to sit in it but you quickly moved and jumped from the back of it to sit before he did. He tried to sit but ended over your lap, he quickly stood up again and looked at you confused and terrified "What in the..."

He started but you cut him off "Sorry! Got here first.”

Dean was laughing in the back. Finally, the angel would know what it feels.

"Where did you even came from?" He asked confused.

"There's a reason why I'm a good hunter Cass... That is it," you smiled and further accommodated on what would have been his place, right in between Sam and Dean.

Dean then noticed your pyjamas “those are fitting,” he pointed at them.

“Thought they would be,” you smiled and munched in some popcorns that Sam had brought.

“What are we watching?” Asked Cass from the side couch.

“Still looking,” replied Sam.

“Has Cass seen StarWars?” You questioned as you eat more popcorn. “Or Lord of the Rings?”

“I know the books,” replied Cass.

“And Jack?”

“I’m here!” He said as he entered the room. "Got a couple of Lollipops !" he smiled as he entered the room. With 5 lollipops in his hand. Blue, green, two yellow and one red.

He moved to one of the side couches and placed the lollies on the table.

“Have you seen Lord of the Rings?” Sam asked him, Jack, in turn, denied with his head.

“Well it’s settled then,” you nodded and rested yourself even more on the couch as Sam searched for the film.

When you turned to the table, Jack had one of the lollipops on his mouth. “Dibs on the red one,” you said when you noticed the colours left.

“No, that’s mine,” replied Dean casually.

You frowned “Since when?”

“Since it was made. All red lollipops are mine.”

“Bullshit,” you said and quickly moved to get it. But Dean’s reflexes were fast and he stopped you with his arm. You attempted to stretch your way to the lollipop but he was bigger and stronger and there was absolutely no way you’d move him. Still using his arm he kept you far as he ripped the packaging open with his mouth and threw the Lollie in his mouth. “Son of a bitch,” you mumbled. He just smiled with the Lollie still on his mouth.

You were pissed. And you didn’t hesitate to show it. Turned most of your body towards the TV completely ignoring Dean.

He almost felt bad, but the taste of victory was too good to make him bitter.

As you continued watching the film you turned to Dean, his lollipop was barely sucked. You would have already eaten it completely by then.

When he was distracted, and you hoped he’d forgotten about the little intricate from earlier you turned to him and whispered “hey Dean?”

“Mhm?”

“You know?” You reached your hand towards his head and played with his hair gently, he didn’t mind, in fact, he loved the feeling, Noone had toyed with his hair like that since he was just a kid. “I’ve always said, that if we were to shave your head, with this big green eyes of yours, you’d make an amazing Gollum.”

Sam laughed beside you and Dean just made a surprised face, you took the chance to steal the lollipop from him, pulling the half that was still in his mouth throwing it straight onto yours. He was even more perplexed.

“Gross!” Sammy said from the side. Perhaps it had been, but you weren’t going to let him have the last red lollipop, you couldn’t, your inner rivalry wouldn’t allow you, even if that meant having his saliva in your moth.

“I had that in my mouth!” he complained.

“Yeah, under completely unfair terms and after using brute strength to get it,” you replied with the Lollie resting on your cheek, you were not about to risk it being stolen.

“Give it back!” he said sternly.

“Never!” you answered.

“Fine then,” he said, and tickled you on the side causing you to drop the Lollie onto your lap, from where he took it and stuck it in his mouth.

“Did you just?” You said incredulously.

“Tastes of glory,” he replied.

“No, that’s the taste of my saliva,” you replied.

He shrugged “just the same,” he mumbled, but you heard it.

“Wait. What?”

“Nothing.”

“Dean Winchester either you–“ you started but were interrupted by a low flapping of wings and then another. It had been Jack, he’d come back with a whole bag filled with only red lollipops.

“Stop fighting, have 25 each, I want to know what happens to the hobbitses.”

The two of you were startled as the red bag fell over your lap, and looked almost ashamed, after all, you had been acting like children.

Later on, that day, as Sam walked into the kitchen and saw Dean getting some beer he decided to get his brother talking. “Hey Dean, you know, if you wanted to kiss (Y/N) so bad, you should’ve just done it directly,”

“What?”

“Well, one thing was that she took the Lollie from your moth, but taking it back, that basically completed the cycle of saliva exchange,”

“Shut up, Sam.”

“I mean, I was just saying, you really could have just confessed that you had a thing for her rather than purposefully grabbing the red Lollie to get her attention—“

“—I didn’t…”

“But, didn’t you? Dean?” Sam asked.

Dean meditated it for a second and then finished opening his beer. And took a drink, leaving Sam in the kitchen. He walked towards your room and opened the door once he was there.

“What? Will you be stealing more lollipops from me now?” you asked half-jokingly.

He denied with his head, “I’ve actually come to say I’m sorry,” he responded.

“Are you? really?” you questioned.

“I’m sorry I upset you, not really sorry about eating the red lollipop , it’s the best lollipop,”

You chuckled and shot a pillow straight to his face “I guess I will forgive you, as long as you give me one of your 25 lollipops,”

“What?” he complained.

“It is only fair…”

“Fine,” he sighed “One of my lollies is yours.”

You smiled “Just don’t lick it before you hand it over,”

He chuckled. “Can’t promise anything,”

“I don’t want any more of your saliva in my mouth anymore,” you replied.

“Why not?” he pouted “after all, it would be just like giving me a kiss” he teased.

“You wish!”

“Wouldn’t you?” he teased again, that smooth motherfucker.

It almost caught you by surprise, but you regained composure back pretty quickly. Even that small second of doubt was enough for Dean to notice, he always paid special attention to you, the way you move, the way you react to things, he knew them each and every one of them.

“Wait. You would?” he questioned more seriously now.

“I never said that,” you replied, a slight nervousness coming from your voice. That was enough for Dean.

“Stop me if you really want to!” he said as he got close to you, he sat on your bed and leaned closer towards you. You gulped hard and your breath was heavy.

Once his face was just inches away from yours you laid a light hand over his chest, to stop him from moving. There was a slight disappointment in his eyes. “Dean Winchester, what game are you playing?” you questioned.

“No game,” he replied sincerely. “I never wanted the red lollipop (Y/N), I wanted you to fight for it.”

You bit your lip. “Well, you’re not winning this either. This time, I’ll get what I want first,” you said closing the small gap between the two of you, a small gentle kiss.

“I win!” you said once the two of you were apart, your foreheads touching.

He chuckled lightly “The way I see it, I won, the lollipop and you along with it.”

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multifandomwriter56 · 4 years ago

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His Little Spy: A New Start

A/N: This is the eighth prompt from my Ten Angst Prompts. I got the prompt from this post. Okay, so I have made this into a series. I’ve updated this first part.

Prompt Sentence: "If you were never happy to begin with, how come you never told me? I would have listened, I would have helped-"

Characters: Tommy Shelby, Child!Reader (eleven years old), Polly Gray, mentions other Shelby members and Superior Mother (nun), mentions the young girl (I named her Rosa because I couldn’t find her name)

Summary: Y/n is the one who told Tommy about Mother Superior beating children and why the young girl killed herself in Season 5 Episode 3.

Warnings: language, angst, talks about suicide, talks about death, talks about racism, talks about children being physically abused

Word Count: 1,827

Gif by @blakelivey

It was a cold, depressing day at the Small Heath Sisterhood for Young Girls. Rosa had killed herself this morning. Mother Superior had told the girls she died from Scarlet Fever; but Y/n knew differently.

She was the one to find Rosa and told Mother Superior who threatened to beat her if she told anyone.

But this was the last straw. Her friend is gone all because of that woman. Making her eat alone at meals, using a different soap then the rest of the girls. Y/n tried to defend Rosa a few times but it never ended well. The only thing she did was make things worse for Rosa.

She shivers as a cold wind slithers through her coat. A coat that is twice her size. She knocks on the door to #6 Watery Lane door.

"What do you want?" A man Y/n doesn't know answers as he swings the door open.

"Is Mr Shelby here?"

"Kid, you have to be more specific."

"Tommy Shelby."

"And what do you need to see Mr Shelby about?"

Ignoring the fact that he just called Tommy by his last name just like she did a moment ago; she raises an eyebrow. "That's not any of your business. If he's busy I can wait."

The man gives her a gentle shove. "Get lost, kid."

Y/n'e eyes narrow. She debated whether or not to just kick the man in the shin and run inside or if she should just come back later.

"Oi! Y/n, is that you?"

She relaxes when she hears a familiar voice. "Yeah, it's me Polly."

"Let her through, James."

The man steps to the side, letting the door open wider so she can get through.

Polly smiles at the young girl, but frowns as the girl limps towards her. "Are you here to see Tommy?"

Y/n nods. "I know this isn't our normal time, but I really need to talk to him."

Polly nods her head, guiding her towards Tommy's office. She trusts the young girl and she knows, if Y/n is risking a scolding from Tommy for being out so late, then it must be important. It sill amazes her how much her nephew’s opinion matters to the eleven year old.

"Y/n, kid! Where the hell have you been?" Arthur greets in his overly loud voice.

The young girl smiles warmly at the eldest Shelby. "I've been busy doing your job." She sasses.

Her smile widens when Finn and Isiah howl with laughter.

"You little rascal." Arthur playfully growls as his fingers attack her sides.

Y/n forces herself to laugh as pain shoots through her ribs.

"Alright, leave the girl alone." Polly can tell something is wrong with the girl, but she's not sure exactly what it is. She gently nudges the girl towards the door of Tommy's office.

Y/n knocks three times. When she hears an annoyed 'come in' she opens the door. "I can come back later, Mr Shelby, if you're busy?"

Tommy lifts his head at hearing that voice. "Y/n, what are you doing here?"

Y/n fully enters his office, closing the door behind her. "I need to talk to you."

Tommy gestures for her to sit down. Like Polly, he frowns when he notices the limp. His frown deepens when she doesn't sit, but stands in front of his desk.

"Y/n, what's wrong?"

She shakes her head. She's not here for her, she's here for Rosa. "I'm fine. It's my friend. She's- She's dead."

Tommy nods, staying quietly so the girl will continue. He can't stop his concern from rising with each word though.

"It's Mother Superior's fault."

Tommy's eyebrows twitch upwards in surprise. "She killed her?" He’s recently heard rumors about how the Sisters have been treating the children. he was planning on having some men keep an eye on the orphanage for a couple of days.

"No, not directly.” Y/n admits. “But she's gone because that bitch beat her all time. And she never deserved it, not once."

"And you do?"

"This isn't about me." She snaps, not only surprising herself, but Tommy as well.

The young girl has never used that tone with him; his brothers and his men, definitely. Even with Polly, he's seen her act defiantly towards his aunt; but not with him.

"I'm sorry, Mr Shelby. Rosa has never been the center of attention and I think she should be for this."

Tommy nods in agreement. She never ceases to amaze him how wise shescan be at her age. "Tell me what happened."

Y/n explains why and how Rosa died. Halfway through her explanation, Tommy rises to his feet and starts to pace.

"How long has this been going on?"

Y/n swallows, her guilt eating away at her insides, knowing this is all her fault it went this far. "Since you saved me from my uncle and sent me there."

Tommy's eyes harden. Most of his anger is towards the nuns; but he is disappointed the girl didn't confide in him sooner.

Feeling the business owner's anger, Y/n starts rambling. "I know, Mr Shelby, I know it's my fault. Rosa died because I kept this quiet. I should've come to you sooner." She starts muttering curse words under her breath.

Tommy watches the girl, reaching inside his pockets for his cigarettes and lighter. Exhaling a puff of smoke, his anger disappearing. "Y/n, stop muttering. And stop blaming yourself."

Y/n stops muttering but even the simple order can’t take away her guilt. Her eyes plead with him for his help. Ever since she met the gangster, she's always trusted him to help her; no matter what she needed. Abusive uncle? Had him arrested; even though Y/n's not sure that's what he did. Struggling with her schoolwork? Lets her sit in his office, answering any of her questions. Girl problems? He finds Polly or Ada for her.

He's the closest thing she has to a father; but she knows he'll never see her like that. She's his spy. Her eyes record information that will help him with the company. She's told him a couple of times of someone betraying him.

She's in debt to him. He saved her life and this is how she's repaying him. It's not much, but she feels useful; feels like she's helping the wealthiest man in all of Birmingham.

She blinks rapidly when she feels a gentle hand on her cheek before meeting his concerned gaze.

"There she is. Where did my little spy go?"

"M'sorry, Mr Shelby."

Tommy shakes his head. "Don't be, love. Your mind went somewhere else, eh?" He says more than asks; taking his hand off her cheek and to the cigarette in his mouth.

She nods her head in agreement.

"I'm going to help; but I need you to do something for me in return."

Y/n nods again, she figured as much.

"I need you to let Polly look at your injuries." He points a warning finger when she opens her mouth to argue. "I know Superior Mother gave you a beating."

She snaps her mouth closed, annoyed with herself and with the older man. She should've known he would easily notice her limp. "Fine."

"Good. Once Polly is satisfied, she will take you to the Grace Shelby Institute, where you will be staying until you're of age." Tommy wished he would've just settled her there in the first place. The only reason he didn't was because the girl begged him not to.

Y/n half-hoped he would offer to let her stay in his mansion. She feels safe with him and she likes to be around his son Charlie; Lizzie and the baby too.

She doesn't move from where she's standing while Tommy gets Polly. She hears them whispering but doesn't turn around.

She flinches when there's a hand on her shoulder. Polly comes to stand in front of her, her hand staying where it is as she guides the young girl closer to her. She sits in the closest chair before beginning her examination.

"You silly, silly girl." She chides as she lifts the girls dress.

Y/n blushes at her words. She glances at where Tommy is; thankful he's smoking another cigarette with his back turned towards them. Her eyes snap back to Polly when she grabs her chin.

"If you were never happy to begin with, how come you never told me? I would have listened, I would have helped-"

"I know, Polly. I-I just couldn't leave Rosa."

The eleven year old jumps when Tommy punches the door; muttering under his breath. She silently asks Polly why, but she just shakes her head.

Polly turns the girl, gasping when she sees her back and bottom. "Thomas, go get my ointments." When her nephew does as he was told, Polly turns the girl to face her; dropping her dress so it falls back in place.

"Why did you not come to us sooner?"

"This just happened yeste-"

"Don't lie to me." Polly snaps.

Y/n bites her lip. "I'm s-sorry. I really didn't think it would be important. I know I should've told you how they were treating Rosa and some of the other girls; but I really didn't believe that included me. You and Mr Shelby always tell me to behave or face the consequences."

Polly shakes her head. "This is not an appropriate punishment for a child. This should have never happened. And don't you dare apologize again." She snaps the last part, knowing exactly what the child was going to say.

Y/n turns her attention to Tommy who had returned during Polly's scolding; hoping he’ll help her. She’s trying to ignore the concerned, motherly glare Polly is sending her way.

Tommy shakes his head, slightly amused. "Don't look at me that way. You're the one who decided to lie and keep things from her."

"You do it all the time." Y/n mutters.

He lightly taps the bag of medicine on top of the young girl's head before handing it to his aunt. He can’t deny her words though.

"Tommy, we're shutting that place down."

"Already on it, Pol."

"Are you angry with me, Mr Shelby?" Y/n has to know. Did she destroy her chance to ever have a family?

"No, I'm not." He turns to leave to give them privacy. When he reaches the door, he turns around to face them. "Finn is going to take you to the Institute as soon as Polly is finished."

"She's staying with me."

Neither Tommy nor Y/n dared to argue when Polly spoke in that voice. He just nods his head before exiting his office.

Y/n slowly shifts her eyes back to the only mother figure she's known; relaxing when she greeted with a small, sad smile.

Tommy may not considered her family, but Polly does.

It's a start.

Forevers: @beautycinders @desiredposion

#ten angst prompts #tw:suicide #tw: physical assault #tommy shelby #child!reader #polly gray #peaky blinders

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ellavorer · 4 years ago

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What did you think...? (1/2)

Okay, so this monster of a fic has been in the works since March and I finally got the inspiration to finish it a few days ago, with me finally finishing it last night.

Now, I was initially apprehensive about writing a vore fic for this fandom because it's a very small fandom. But, if no one else is gonna write vore for them, I will. So, if any normal fans of Family Ties find this on their dashboard, I am so, so sorry.

I might do a Part 2 of this fic if I get a good enough response.

I'd also like to give partial credit to @that-one-fandom-vore-blog, as I took inspiration from a Newsies vore RP we did back in the summer. I also took a little inspiration from their LSOH Shifter!Fic.

If any of you want to watch Family Ties (hope you don't mind me giving you a free commercial), the complete series is on CBS All Access with your subscription. I'm not sponsored (obviously), I just really want you guys to watch Family Ties. Ellen Reed only appears in Season 4 and in the Season 5 finale (because it was actually of a held-back episode from Season 4), but I think she should've become a main character in Season 5.

Okay, so warnings for vore, panic, mention/fear of accidental fatal vore, mention of possible belly kink.

Hope you guys enjoy!

Alex shut the door behind him as he ran into the house. His breathing got more shallow as the seconds passed. He un-did his neck tie in a fruitless attempt to help himself breathe better, but it didn't help.

His stomach continued to growl loudly as he stumbled across the room. He hadn't eaten for... eight hours? Ten? He didn't know. The pangs in his stomach just got worse when he tried to remember how long he had gone without food.

"No, I can't! Not tonight! Not tonight!" Alex shouted as his height began to fluctuate.

He hated being a shifter.

Alex was thirteen when he learned about his... ability. He had missed both breakfast AND lunch that day: breakfast, because all three of the kids were late for school and lunch, because he was too distracted by an extra school assignment he gave himself. One of the held-back eighth graders was bothering Skippy and he had tried to defuse the situation. It was just about to get physical when something in Alex snapped. He felt his height grow until he hit the first floor ceiling of the building and he shoved the eighth grader in his mouth in a nervous attempt to scare him. But the eighth grader kept moving and kicking and fighting, causing Alex's reflexes to kick in and swallow the kid.

He did immediately cough the eighth grader up and a teacher quickly got involved. His parents were called and he spent the rest of the week at home, but he still remembered how awful the next few months were at school. Everyone trying to avoid eye contact with him, the looks on their faces whenever his stomach growled in class, and...

But he couldn't do it tonight. He had promised Ellen that he would--

He didn't have time to think before his height was fully set in his giant form. He cried out in pain when his head hit the ceiling.

I reiterate... he hated being a shifter.

It was a constant meticulous planning of where to go to shift so that it wouldn't flare up at an inconvenient time. He was lucky that his parents and siblings were out of town at the moment.

It was even harder to try to hide it now that he was in a relationship.

How would Ellen react if she knew that he was a monster?

She would leave him, she would... she would...

There was a knock at the door.

"Alex?"

He jolted at the sound of Ellen's voice, causing him to once again hit his head against the ceiling. "Ow!"

"Alex? Are you okay?" Ellen asked from outside.

"Yeah, I'm... m'fine," Alex called.

Of course she had to come now. Well, it was their plan for the night, but the original plan didn't involve his abilities flaring up.

The pain in his chest increased as he saw the door open and Ellen step in.

"St-- stay there! D-- don't come in!" he warned.

Ellen didn't listen as she turned on the lights. Her gaze followed the sound of Alex's voice, her heart leaping in surprise when her eyes finally landed on him.

"Alex?!"

Alex whimpered, curling up as much as he could into the corner. Another hunger pang hit and he rubbed at his stomach in an attempt to calm it. "Y-- you need to leave. Please," he whimpered. "I-- I-- I don't want to hurt you, Ellen."

Ellen's brows furrowed in confusion and concern. She walked closer to Alex, which only added to his anxiousness. "Alex, what happened?" Ellen asked, placing her tiny hand against the back of his hand, rubbing her thumb against the back of his hand. "And what makes you think you could hurt me? It's still you, even if you are a shifter. How come you didn't tell me?"

Alex quickly jerked his hand away, panting as he felt his heart speed up. He wiped away at his tears, not wanting her to see that he had been crying. Guilt swept through him as she asked her question about him not telling her the truth.

I lied to her.

"Nothing happened, Ellen. I-- I-- I just..." he stammered.

He finally gathered courage to look at her, revealing his blue eyes had turned cloudy.

Ellen also felt guilty, seeing the look on his face. She should've known not to ask such a question when he was clearly hurting. "I'm sorry, Alex. I just need you to look at me... just focus on me, can you do that, please? And I need you to take some deep breaths, okay? Like this."

She demonstrated for him, inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth. Alex tried to join in, but his breaths came out shaky as he kept thinking of his fears of hurting her. Ellen kept reassuring him, though, alternating between calming words of encouragement and taking deep breaths with him. She reached for his hand again.

"Alex, it's okay. Just focus on me and keep breathing, okay? You're doing great."

"But I-- I could hurt you--" he wheezed.

"No, you won't. I'm not scared of you," she told him sincerely.

She's not scared? Alex thought, confused.

"But..."

"There's nothing for me to be scared of," Ellen said simply. "It doesn't change the fact that you're still the same man I fell in love with."

With a shuddering sigh, Alex felt himself begin to calm down. Though, he tensed up slightly once again as Ellen climbed up onto his stomach and began absentmindedly tracing circles against the fabric of his shirt.

There was a part of Alex's subconscious that told him he needed to get her off of him before he hurt her or felt the urge to snatch her up and gulp her down.

But... she was finding just the right spots where his stomach was hurting from the emptiness, and her little body was so, and he was feeling so warm...

He barely noticed when he let out a noise that could either be interpreted as relief or pain.

"Do you want me to stop?" he heard Ellen ask.

"N-- no," he answered. "It actually feels good, and I ha--"

He trailed off as Ellen resumed rubbing his belly, this time unbuttoning his shirt just enough to expose it. He kept himself from shivering as her ice cold hands made contact with the warm skin of his stomach.

"How does that feel?"

"Good," he sighed contentedly, finally relaxing. "But, why are your hands so cold?"

"My car broke down on the way over here," Ellen began. "I had to walk two blocks to find a payphone so I could call a tow truck, and now my car has to be in the shop until tomorrow evening because they were just about to close when I called. The tow truck driver offered to give me a ride over here, but I told him I could walk. Then I took a wrong turn, so I had to walk back... it was a nightmare."

Alex ran his thumb up and down her back comfortingly, then cupped his hand around her to try to get her warm. He finally got a good look at her since she arrived at the house. Her usually fair-colored cheeks and nose stung red from the cold, and her hair was messed up from the wind.

"Well, you're here now. And you can stay the night if you need to," he said, giving her a genuine smile that she echoed.

"I'd like that."

They spent about a minute and a half in silence, Ellen rubbing Alex's stomach while he kept her as warm as he could. It was just what the two of them needed after they both had relatively stressful days.

Alex's eyes began to close when the both of them heard his belly growl angrily having been empty for so long. It was so loud that the both of them were pretty sure the whole neighborhood could hear it. It vibrated under her hand as she continued rubbing it. She looked up at him with an expression that Alex couldn't read, but he was certain was fear.

"Sorry... I.. I missed lunch and... it's just a bad habit from high school I pick back up when I'm stressed," Alex apologized. "I'd never-- not you. Never you. I wouldn't-- I love you too much to..." He wanted to stop himself because he was afraid he might burst into tears again. And he honestly didn't know if he was telling the truth.

"Alex, it's okay," Ellen reassured him. "Something as normal as your tummy rumbling isn't gonna scare me."

As if responding to being mentioned, another hollow rumble erupted from Alex's tummy. Ellen laid her head against it, picking up some of the quieter growls. "You really need to take better care of yourself, Alex."

Alex only coughed awkwardly, kept his hand to Ellen's body. "I-- I will. I promise."

Ellen frowned, knowing very well that he wouldn't. "Alex... well... I've walked eight blocks in freezing cold weather, and you're... you're pretty hungry..."

Oh, I can't even say it without getting flustered, she thought to herself. Just spit it out!

"You wouldn't mind if... I asked you to...?"

Alex waited intently for her to finish her sentence, though he already had a good idea of what she was going to say.

"And I know it's safe. I know I'd be okay--"

Ellen was interrupted by another rumble from Alex's stomach.

"I'm asking if you can eat me," she finally blurted out quickly.

Alex's face paled.

His first instinct was to say, "No!"

Well, it wasn't exactly his first instinct.

His belly grumbled again, as if it were telling him, "Just snatch her and gulp her down, Keaton! You know you want to!"

Instead of acting or instantly disregarding her request, he weakly asked, "Do you mean it? You're not just joking?"

"Yeah, I mean it," Ellen said. "I know that it's safe, I know you'd never let anything happen... at least on purpose.

And, of course, Alex's stomach rumbled loudly again, probably at its loudest. Ellen awkwardly patted it, trying to put him at ease with the idea. She looked back up at him, making direct eye contact with him.

"And I trust you."

Despite the protests from his middle, Alex shook his head. "No. J-- just, no. It's too..." he murmured. "I don't want to risk you like that, Ellen. You're-- you're too important."

Looking down at Ellen, unable to look away from her piercing gaze, Alex tried to push her off his belly. "I'll be fine. Really. And even if I'm not fine, it... it really isn't your problem."

Ellen gripped onto the fabric of his shirt. "It is my problem, Alex! And besides, I wouldn't be in there for that long! You'd just keep me in there until you've drawn enough energy from me! And don't act like you're not starving! Your stomach could probably be heard by all of Columbus right now!"

Alex winced. He wanted to protest-- wanted to tell her she was being absolutely ridiculous, but... she was right. Why did she have to be right? With each little grumble, another pang of hunger hit his belly like he was being punched. And he could still feel her shivering against his hand.

"But... what if I hurt you?" he asked nervously.

"Hey," Ellen placed her tiny hand on top of his giant one. "I trust you. And... and if I feel like there's something wrong, I'll let you know and you can cough me up. Okay?"

Alex mulled over her words. With his stomach gurgling loudly beneath Ellen, he made one more check with her.

"You're sure you wouldn't mind?"

"I wouldn't mind at all," Ellen gave him a reassuring smile, trying to keep herself from seeming too eager.

And with that, Alex carefully wrapped his fingers around her waist. Struggling to keep control of his nerves, he lifted her up to his face. "So... how... how do you want me to do this?" he asked, his voice wobbling.

Ellen quietly giggled as Alex lifted her closer to his face. "Well, you just... lay me down on your tongue and... I'll let you know when it's okay to swallow."

Alex's belly let out another impatient rumble that Ellen couldn't help but giggle at. "Well, I'm ready if you are."

"But... but you'll say something if... i-- if anything's wrong, right?" Alex asked. "Like i-- if, my stomach acids don't..."

"I'll let you know if something goes wrong," Ellen reassured him. "I promise."

Alex gave her a nervous smile, noticing her kicking off her boots. It was somewhat off-putting to see how eager she was. Why hadn't she run away when she saw him? Why hadn't she...?

"Alex, you're drooling."

Alex snapped out his thoughts, wiping at the drool that had pooled on his tongue and dripped from his mouth. Wanting to get it over with, he opened his maw and closed his eyes.

Wait... my teeth!

He quickly snapped his mouth closed to ask her something.

"I'm sorry, but... could you... could you just crawl it? I'm afraid I might bite you on accident."

"If that's how you want to do this. Alex, you're doing great," she reassured him.

Alex opened his mouth again, allowing Ellen to crawl in and turn onto her back. As soon as he felt her out of the way of his teeth, he delicately yet quickly closed his mouth, sealing her in the darkness.

Ellen felt saliva pool around her, Alex's tongue shifting around her little body.

Is he... tasting me? she thought.

It wasn't that she bothered her. It was actually kinda pleasant... and maybe a little ticklish.

Alex could hear her muffled giggles as he realized what he was doing. He tried to push those thoughts out of his head because he knew that if he dwelled on it, he'd lose his nerve and spit her out.

"Whenever you're ready, Alex," Ellen said.

Alex hesitated, rubbing at his eyes and trying to convince himself to swallow. He began to tip his head back. Feeling the little body on his tongue slide encouraged his instincts to kick in. He was moving slowly, sure, but after a moment, he decided to shoot his shot.

With a deft backward flick of his head, Alex pressed a hand to the outside of his throat, closed his eyes, and swallowed.

Feeling his finger trace her path from his throat, Ellen slid down into Alex's belly as it growled around her. As she situated herself, she gave a gentle nudge to the stomach wall. "Hi, Alex," she greeted softly to let him know she made it down okay.

Alex gasped when she finally spilled into his gut, then when he felt her touch his stomach lining. That felt... strange... but it wasn't a bad feeling. He pressed back at her. "Hi, Ellen," he murmured back, unable to suppress a smile. "Did you make it down okay?"

Ellen shyly smiled back, even though she knew he couldn't see it, when she felt the pressure of his hand against her own. "Don't worry, I'm fine," she answered.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Just a little moist."

Alex laughed a little, but it made the chamber containing her shake just enough to make her almost fall onto her side.

"What about you, Alex? I'm not giving you a bellyache, am I?" she asked.

"No," he reassured her, sounding like he was going to laugh again before curiosity struck him. "What's it like in there?"

"It's... warm, and... surprisingly comfy..." Ellen began, before she was interrupted by a few of the ambient gurgles around her. "A little noisy," she teased, tracing circles on the stomach lining to put Alex at ease.

Alex could feel his cheeks heating up. "Sorry," he murmured. He knew he didn't have control over it, but he still felt like he needed to apologize.

"No, I don't mind it. It's kinda relaxing, actually," Ellen confessed. Most of the time she spent nights with Alex, she would lay against his bare midriff as it either growled in the morning for its breakfast or gurgled while digesting dinner. It was a nice stress-reliever for her after her dance classes, and he liked having her so close to him.

Now they were closer than ever.

"So... what do I taste like?" she asked, half out of curiosity and half because she kinda liked seeing Alex a little flustered.

He felt his cheeks grow even warmer at her questions, licking his lips to try to gather what remained of her flavor.

"Cookie dough," he replied, sounding a little sheepish.

Wow, she made Alex P. Keaton sheepish. Ellen laughed, already feeling a little tired as his body pulled energy from her.

"Thank you," she lightly teased, snuggling into a corner of the chamber, taking in how incredible this was. "You wouldn't mind if I spent the night in here, right?"

Ellen wasn't the only one tired. He had only filled his belly a few minutes ago and he already felt his eyelids drooping. He continued kneading at his stomach.

"Well, if you don't mind... I'd like that."

And with those words, Alex kept absentmindedly rubbing his belly as the both of them drifted off to sleep.

Maybe they could try this again sometime.

#family ties #ellen reed #alex p. keaton #alex keaton #apk #ellex #soft vore #safe vore #g/t #g/t vore #size difference #sizeshifter!alex #angst fic #hurt/comfort fic #sizeshifter #mention of belly kink #belly kink mention #extreme cuddling

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alyssawritesssfics · 4 years ago

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Hounded [4] 4. Murphy’s Law

Pairings: Bellamy x OC // Kane x daughter!OC

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: violence, suicide (canon), series spoilers

Summary: After the murder of one of their own and an unexpected confession, Athena and Bellamy must work together to keep the peace.

Author’s Note: Hii, I’m back with the four chapter/episode. This is the last chapter I have pre-written from my previous posting of this series, but I have finished the next one already! My goal is to post a new chapter each week, so expect that one soon. Please remember to note and reblog! It really helps me see interest and therefore update the story more often. Thank you! PS. If you’d like to be tagged in future chapters, please send me an ask with your @ and I will add you to my list!

previous chapter // series masterlist

After my first real night of sleep in a couple of days, I was greeted with devastating news as soon as I woke up. Wells was dead. He had been killed last night, just outside of the camp walls.

As we buried his body, I thought back on all of the memories we had on the Ark. Sometimes it was just the two of us, though most of the time Clarke had been there too. All I wanted right now was to go back there, back to when it was just the three of us taking on the world together.

All of that was just a distant memory now.

“Hey,” I felt a light hand on my shoulder, Bellamy quickly coming into my view.

“Sorry, I know I’m slacking-”

“It’s alright,” His voice was soft, mimicking how he spoke to Charlotte in the cave the other night. “I just wanted to see if you were alright.”

My even expression quickly fell into a frown. “I’ll be fine. I just can’t believe he’s really gone. He shouldn’t have even been down here.”

“None of us should be down here.” I turned my head, watching as Murphy passed us. “I’d say he can thank his father for all of this, but…”

I stepped forward, my hands clenched. Bellamy quickly placed his hands on my shoulders, stepping in my way. “Don’t listen to him, alright?”

“I really can’t wait for someone to kick his ass.”

Bellamy chuckled. “I imagine it won’t be long before that happens.”

Across camp I noticed Clarke, waving the two of us down.

“What does the princess want now?” Bellamy questioned.

Ignoring his comment, I headed over to Clarke who led us into a tent. Jasper and Octavia stood off to the side, their eyes fixated on the ground.

I raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”

Clarke held up a knife. “Jasper found this just outside of the walls. It was made of metal from the dropship.”

Jasper looked up. “What do you mean?”

“Who else knows about this?” Bellamy asked.

Octavia shook her head. “Nobody. We brought it straight here.”

“Clarke?” Jasper asked again, holding his hands close to his chest.

Clarke studied the knife for a moment. “It means the grounders didn’t kill Wells. It was one of us.”

“So there’s a murderer in the camp?”

“There’s more than one murderer in this camp,” Bellamy spoke, folding his arms across his chest. “This isn’t new information.”

“What do we do?” I asked.

Bellamy sighed. “We need to keep it quiet.”

Clarke didn’t hesitate, shaking her head and making her way towards the tent exit. Bellamy quickly stepped in front of her.

“Get out of my way, Bellamy.”

“Clarke, be smart about this. Look at all we’ve achieved.” Bellamy extended his arms. “Like it or not, thinking the grounders killed Wells is good for us.”

“Good for you, you mean.” Clarke rolled her eyes. “What? Keep people afraid and they’ll work for you?”

Bellamy nodded. “Yeah, but it’s good for all of us. Fear of the grounders is building that wall out there. Besides, what are you going to do? Walk out there and ask the killer to step forward? You don’t even know whose knife that is.”

“Oh, really?” Clarke asked, pointing to the initials clearly carved into the knife. “J.M. John Murphy. The people have a right to know.”

With that, Clarke pushed past Bellamy and out of the tent. The four of us quickly followed her, leading us all the way to Murphy.

Murphy had slapped a cup of water out of another boy’s hand. “No water until this section is finished!”

Clarke pushed through the small crowd, shoving Murphy. “You son of a bitch!”

“What the hell is your problem?” Murphy asked, catching his balance.

“Recognize this?”

Murphy eyed the knife. “That’s my knife. Where’d you find it?”

“Where you dropped it after you murdered Wells,” I spoke up, earning the eyes of everyone around camp.

“Where I what?” Murphy asked, looking genuinely confused. “The grounders killed Wells, not me.”

Clarke moved closer. “I know what you did and you’re going to pay.”

Murphy scoffed. “Bellamy, you really believe this crap?”

“You threatened to kill him. Everyone heard you. You hated Wells.”

“Plenty of people hated Wells. His father locked us all up.”

“Yeah, but you’re the only one who got into a knife fight with him.”

Murphy shook his head. “I didn’t kill him then, either.”

“You tried to kill Jasper, too,” Octavia said.

Jasper looked at her. “What?”

“Come on, this is ridiculous.” Murphy scoffed. “I don’t have to answer to you. I don’t have to answer to anyone.”

“Come again?” Bellamy asked.

Murphy turned, facing Bellamy. His face was pale, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. He moved closer, his voice lowered. “Bellamy, I’m telling you. I didn’t do this, man.”

Bellamy shifted his eyes to the ground.

“Is this the kind of society that we want?” Clarke asked. “You say there should be no rules. Does that mean we can kill each other without punishment?”

“I already told you, I didn’t kill anyone.”

A boy named Connor stepped forward. “I say we float him!”

Everyone around us began cheering.

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Why not?” Connor questioned. “He deserves to float. It’s justice.”

“Revenge isn’t justice.”

“It’s justice.” He insisted. “Float him!”

Chants spread through the crowd, causing Murphy to start slowly backing away. Clarke’s face had now too gone pale.

I shook my head. “This is not the Ark! If we do this, we are no better than them.”

My words proved futile, the chanting drowning them out.

Murphy looked to us before springing into action, attempting to run away before being tripped by someone in the crowd. When Murphy fell to the ground, the crowd quickly surrounded him. I watched on in horror as they began kicking and punching him.

“Stop it!” I called out, trying to push my way through.

A few boys held Murphy down while Connor gagged him and tied his hands behind his back. Murphy was then picked up and carried a few feet before being tossed down a small hill.

“You can’t do this!” Clarke screamed.

Before I knew it a noose had been strung up on a tree and the same boys were dragging Murphy towards it. They tied the noose around his neck, standing him up on a log.

I watched as Clarke continued to plead for them to stop, finally turning to Bellamy. “You can stop this, they’ll listen to you!”

“Bellamy,” Connor said. “You should do it.”

Everyone began cheering his name.

Shaking my head, I stepped in front of Bellamy, looking him dead in the eyes. “Bellamy, please don’t do this. I saw you in the woods with Atom. You’re not a killer!”

Bellamy’s eyes shifted around for a moment, the cheering only growing louder. Finally, he pushed past me. I tried to hold him back, my attempts failing as he kicked the log out from under Murphy’s feet.

Clarke screamed in horror, trying to get to the rope but being held back.

“How could you?” I snapped, shoving Bellamy back.

He looked to Clarke, his face red. “This is on you, Princess. You should’ve kept your mouth shut!”

“What the hell are you doing?” Finn had now joined the crowd. “Cut him down, now!”

As Finn fought to get to the rope, more fights broke out among the crowd. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn’t push past everyone to get to Murphy. I watched as he struggled, the light slowly draining from his eyes.

Finally, someone’s voice broke through the crowd.

“Stop it! Murphy didn’t kill Wells!” All eyes landed on Charlotte, who stood there with her hands clasped tightly together. “I did it.”

With everyone now focused on Charlotte, Clarke pulled away from the boys, grabbing a hatchet hanging from Bellamy’s belt. As she cut the rope, Murphy’s body fell to the ground, him gasping for air.

Turning away from Murphy, my eyes fell on Charlotte once again.

…

“Holy shit,”

Clarke quickly grabbed the hatchet from Bellamy’s belt and rushed over to Murphy. She swung the hatchet, severing the rope and allowing Murphy to fall to the ground. As he gasped for air, everyone moved to surround him; everyone besides Bellamy, Charlotte and myself.

Without saying a word, I matched over to Charlotte, grabbing her arm and dragging her away. Bellamy followed close behind, calling my name. I couldn’t respond, only thinking about Wells. What she had done to him.

“Athena, slow down!”

I finally stopped, spinning around as Charlotte tried to wiggle free from my grip. “Do you have any idea what you just did?” I hissed.

Bellamy blinked. “What I just did?”

“Yes! Do you really think Murphy is going to let this go?” I asked. “She murdered somebody, Bellamy! My best friend. You hung Murphy so he’s going to come after her and no matter how much I want to let him kill her, I can’t!”

Turning back around, I continued to drag Charlotte towards one of the tents. Once all three of us were inside, I let go of her arm, blocking the entrance. Only a few moments later, Clarke and Finn pushed their way into the tent.

“Murphy is leading a mob this way,” Finn spoke up.

I placed my head in my hands. “Great.”

“What’s the plan?” Clarke asked.

“Aren’t you usually the one with a plan?”

Clarke threw her hands in the air. “I’m all out of them right now.”

Hearing footsteps outside the tent, I knew everyone else was finally here.

“Bring out the girl, Bellamy!” Murphy’s voice boomed.

Bellamy looked to Charlotte. “Why?”

“I was just trying to slay my demons like you told me.”

Clarke’s eyes narrowed as she turned to Bellamy. “What the hell is she talking about?”

“She misunderstood me,” Bellamy shook his head. “Charlotte, that is not what I meant.”

“Bring the girl out now!”

Charlotte’s eyes began to swell with tears. “Please don’t let them hurt me.”

Bellamy turned to the rest of us. “If you guys have any bright ideas, speak up.” Silence. He rolled his eyes. “Now you stay quiet.”

“Those are your boys out there,” Finn responded.

“This is not my fault,” Bellamy spoke before pointing at Clarke. “If she had listened to me, those idiots would still be building the wall.”

“You want to build a society, Princess?” Murphy asked. “Let’s build a society, bring her out.”

“Bellamy, please!” Charlotte begged.

Bellamy sighed. “It’s going to be okay. Just stay with them, alright?”

As Bellamy turned to leave, I grabbed his hand. “What are you going to do?”

Bellamy’s eyes travelled to our connected hands before he looked back up at me. “I’m going to try to talk some sense into them.”

I watched as Bellamy pushed through the slit of the tent, leaving the four of us behind. Finn shook his head. “There’s no way he’s going to talk them down.”

My eyes landed on the lifted corner of the tent. “We’re not sticking around to find out. Come on.”

Pushing the material out of the way as carefully as I could as to not make it obvious from the front, I slowly slipped through the small opening. Charlotte, Clarke and Finn were quick to follow.

As we started towards the forest, I stopped in my tracks.

“What are you doing?” Clarke asked.

I shook my head. “You guys go.”

“Athena-”

“Bellamy hung him, Clarke,” I said. “This isn’t going to end well.”

Finn shook his head. “Do whatever you want, but we have to go. Now.”

Clarke eyed me for another moment before letting out a sigh. “Be careful.”

“You too.” I smiled slightly.

I watched them run off into the forest before turning back around. Slipping back inside the tent carefully, I eventually made it back to the tent opening, stepping outside. Bellamy’s back was towards me, him guarding the tent while Murphy and the others stepped closer.

“Look who decided to show her face,” Murphy spat. “Come on, Athena. Wells was your friend, right? Don’t you want justice?”

Stepping beside Bellamy, I shook my head and folded my hands over my chest. “Killing her isn’t justice for Wells. It’s revenge for yourself, and you know it.”

Murphy let out a small laugh. “Who here wants to see the real murderer hung up? All in favour?” Everyone went silent, earning a glare from Murphy. “I see. So you all think it’s okay to string me up for nothing, but when this little bitch confesses you want to let her walk?” Murphy shook his head, his voice booming. “Cowards! All of you are cowards.”

“It’s over, Murphy,” Bellamy spoke up.

Murphy held his hands up, stepping closer. “Whatever you say, Boss.”

I watched as Bellamy relaxed his stance. Murphy seemed to have noticed as well, his open right hand turning to a fist as he clocked Bellamy in the jaw.

“Bellamy!” Octavia gasped, rushing to his side.

Knowing that Charlotte, Clarke and Finn were long gone, I let Murphy push past me and instead I joined Octavia on the ground.

“Son of a bitch!” Murphy called out, pushing his way back out of the tent. “Where the hell is she, Athena?”

I looked up, my eyes narrowed. “Go to hell, Murphy.”

Murphy simply smiled. “Come on, let’s find the girl!”

A few of the guys followed Murphy towards the forest, most of the mob having settled down by now. A few stuck around to tend to Bellamy, while most wandered off. How can they just walk away as if nothing happened?

“Where did they go?” Octavia whispered.

I shook my head. “I have no idea.”

…

It wasn’t long before Bellamy woke up, frantically looking around.

“Where’s Murphy?” He asked. “The others?”

“He and a few others ran off to find Charlotte. Pretty much everyone else has gone back to work on the wall.” I muttered.

Bellamy pulled himself off the ground. “We have to go find them before Murphy gets his hands on Charlotte.”

“We better get going,” Octavia responded.

“No,” Bellamy shook his head. “I need you to stay here.”

“Bellamy-”

“He’s right,” I said. “Let’s face it, these people can’t be left alone. We’ll find Charlotte, Clarke and Finn.”

Octavia went to argue before finally sighing. “Alright. Be careful.”

Bellamy and I exchanged glances before heading off into the forest.

…

“We’re never going to find them,”

Bellamy sighed. “We will.”

“Both groups are already so far ahead of us and it’s dark now. Any hope we had of catching up to them is gone.”

Bellamy shook his head. “Now you want to give up?”

I stopped, turning around to face him. “I am not giving up.”

“Sure sounds like it to me.”

“Screw you.” I hissed, stepping closer. “This is all your fault.”

“You keep saying that.”

“Because it’s true, Bellamy. You want so badly to be in charge but you don’t have what it takes. You could’ve stopped it. You could’ve said no, cut Murphy down and said enough is enough.” There was now only inches between us. “Whatever the hell we want, huh? You should’ve known how that would play out with a bunch of murderers.”

Before Bellamy could respond, the sound of footsteps caught our attention. They were soft, ones that could only belong to a child.

“Charlotte.”

We both ran after the footsteps, closing in on Charlotte in no time. Bellamy grabbed her first, pulling her off to the side.

“Stop! Let go of me!”

“We’re trying to help you,” I said, placing myself in her line of view.

Charlotte yanked herself away from Bellamy. “I’m not your sister, alright? Just stop helping me!”

“Charlotte-”

“I’m over here!” She yelled. “Murphy, I’m over here!”

“Are you trying to get all three of us killed?” I hissed.

Charlotte stopped, a frown forming across her face. “Please, just go. I’m the one they want. You don’t have to put yourselves in danger for me.”

“We’re not leaving you, alright?” Bellamy spoke, placing his hands on her shoulders. “You are not dying. We’re not going to let that happen.”

“Please, Bellamy-” Before she could finish, Bellamy grabbed her, pulling her along. “Stop it! Murphy! Murphy, I’m over here! Murphy!”

I followed close behind while Charlotte continued to scream for Murphy. We finally reached the edge of a cliff, a panicked look appearing across Bellamy’s face for just a split second.

“What now?” I asked.

“Charlotte!” Murphy’s voice echoed as he pushed through the bushes surrounding us. “You two can’t fight all of us. Give her up.”

“Maybe not,” Bellamy spoke, pushing Charlotte behind him. “But I can guarantee we’ll take a few of you with us.”

“Bellamy, stop!” Clarke’s voice rang out as she found her way beside Murphy. “This has gone too far. Just calm down, alright? Let’s talk about this.”

“I’m tired of listening to you talk,” Murphy said before grabbing Clarke. Before I could jump in, Murphy was holding a knife to her throat.

“Let her go, Murphy.”

“I will slit her throat!” Murphy spoke, tightening his grip on the knife.

“No, please! Don’t hurt her,” Charlotte begged.

Murphy’s eyes landed on Charlotte, a small smile creeping across his face. “Don’t hurt her? Okay, I’ll make you a deal. You come with me right now, and I’ll let her go. How does that sound?”

Charlotte looked up at Bellamy before attempting to head to Murphy. Bellamy quickly grabbed her, Charlotte struggling in his arms. “Let go of me! I have to do this.”

“Murphy, this is not happening,” I spoke.

“I can’t let any more of you get hurt because of me.” Charlotte’s voice was now soft, as she stepped back a few paces. “Not after what I did.”

Before anyone had a chance to react, Charlotte turned around, running for the edge of the cliff.

“Charlotte, no!” I screamed, rushing after her.

It was too late.

Murphy let go of Clarke and she fell to the ground as Bellamy and I reached the edge of the cliff. Staring down, all we could see was black. Charlotte was gone.

“No!” I cried out, tears falling from my eyes.

Bellamy placed his hand on my shoulder for a moment. Finally, I felt his hand drop as he stood from the ground, marching over to Murphy. I watched as his fist connected with Murphy’s cheek, both of them falling to the ground.

He continued to hit Murphy, over and over again.

I couldn’t stand up. I could hardly move.

“Bellamy!” Clarke yelled. “Stop it, you’ll kill him!”

Clarke grabbed onto his shoulders, yanking him away. “Get off of me, Clarke. He deserves to die!”

“No, we don’t decide who lives and dies! Not down here.”

Bellamy shook his head. “So help me God, if you say the people have a right to decide-”

“No,” Clarke said. “I was wrong before, you were right. Sometimes it’s dangerous to tell people the truth.”

“She’s right.” I finally spoke up, pulling myself up from the ground. “If we’re going to survive down here, we can’t just live by whatever the hell we want. We need rules.”

“And who makes those rules, huh?” Bellamy looked at Clarke. “You?”

Clarke shook her head. “For now, we do. Okay?”

“So, what, then? We just take him back to camp and pretend like this never happened?” My voice was shaking with each word.

“No,” Clarke responded. “We banish him.”

Bellamy shook his head, walking over and grabbing Murphy. “Get up!”

“Bellamy, stop!”

Holding the collar of Murphy’s jacket, Bellamy stared into his eyes. “If I ever catch you near camp, we’ll be back here. Understand?” Murphy nodded, and Bellamy let him go. “As for the four of you,” Bellamy looked to Murphy’s followers. “You can come back and follow me, or stay with him and die. Your choice.”

The four of them exchanged glances before nodding and turning to head back to camp.

Bellamy turned back to me, his eyebrows furrowed. Without saying anything, I pushed past him, following behind Clarke and the others, leaving Murphy behind.

…

After finally returning to camp, Bellamy and Clarke delivered the news of Murphy’s banishment to the rest of the camp. There were a few whispers, but everyone quickly returned to working on the wall.

I stood by the dropship door, drinking from a makeshift cup. Bellamy made his way across the camp, standing in front of me. His eyes met mine for a few moments before finally, he looked away, clearing his throat.

“Are you okay?”

I kept my eyes on him. “Are any of us okay?”

Bellamy scoffed, a smile quickly appearing on his face, and disappearing just the same. “I guess not.”

We were silent for a moment, standing side by side and watching over the rest of the camp. Finally, I turned to face him.

“I’m sorry,” I said, earning his attention once again. “For everything I said.”

“No,” He shook his head. “You were right.”

“I could’ve been nicer about it at least.” I smiled slightly for a moment. “I know she killed Wells, but…” I stopped myself.

“She was just a kid.”

I nodded. “She was just a kid.”

Bellamy took a deep breath. “You can want justice for your friend and also feel awful about what happened last night. It doesn’t have to be one or the other.”

We stood there for a moment, our eyes locked on each other, neither of us daring to speak. Finally, the sheets covering the dropship door flew up, Octavia poking her head out.

“You guys alright?” She asked, looking between us.

Bellamy nodded. “I should get back to supervising.”

As Bellamy walked away, I focused on Octavia. “What’s up?”

“Monty is about to test Clarke’s wristband, see if we can contact the Ark.”

I smiled, following Octavia to the top of the dropship.

Clarke, Jasper, Monty and Finn all stood around the lit wristband.

“Will we be able to talk to them?” Jasper asked.

Monty shook his head. “More like Morse code. You want to do the honors?” Jasper nodded excitedly, moving closer. “Just connect this to that port right there.” Monty pointed.

Jasper grabbed the wire, slowly moving it towards the wristband. Almost instantly after Jasper let go, the wristband sparked, causing the lights to go off. Everyone still wearing a wristband felt a shock, wincing at the pain.

“What happened?” Jasper asked, his face pale.

“It didn’t work.” Monty frowned. “I think we fried all the wristbands.”

Octavia’s eyes widened. “So that means-”

“The Ark thinks we’re all dead,” I mumbled. “Nobody is coming for us.”

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cherryblossomflowers · 4 years ago

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dean winchester where she dealt with him going to hell

Moving Forward

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester

Summary: This is set in Season 3. After getting possessed by Lillith and watching Dean get torn apart by a hellhound, YN must face the world without him.

Warnings: Cursing, Possession, Angst, Blood, Death, Slight Depression

A/N: Thanks @sutton2001 for the ask! This is a little bit longer of a one-shot than normal, but I just had to add the scene right before Dean's death. I literally listened to a clip of the Season 3 finale and tried my best to type the dialogue used. I also tried to make it more my own, so in this version, the reader is possessed by Lillith. But I hope you like it! Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Dean: 30 Sam: 26 YN: 28

Here is the link to the YouTube clip I used: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFzzexz0qtI

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"Give me the knife, maybe I can fight it off," YN said to Sam.

Sam was confused by her boldness, "What?"

"Come on! That dust won't last forever," YN held her hand out to Sam for the demon knife.

Just as Sam was about to hand the knife over, Dean stopped him, "What?"

YN glared at Dean, dumbfounded, "You want to die?"

Sam turned around, questioning Dean's outburst.

YN stood tall with her hand still out to Sam.

Dean took a step back when he realized something, "Sam, that's not YN. It's not YN!"

When Sam turned back around to YN, he was pushed against the wall telekinetically, dropping the knife in the process. YN then telekinetically pushed Dean back until he fell against the table.

Dean sat up and stared at YN, "How long have you been in her?"

"Not long. But I like it," YN's eyes flashed white, revealing Lillith, "It's all grown up and pretty."

Sam growled, "And where's YN?"

"She was a very bad girl, trying to plead with me to save the love of her life. So I sent her far, far away in the back of her own mind," Lillith said, cracking her neck as he eyes returned to normal.

"I should've seen it before. But you all look alike to me," Dean voice was strained as he smirked, "Now get out of YN!"

Lillith smiled as she turned to Sam, "Hello, Sam. I've wanted to meet you for a very long time."

Then she grabbed Sam's face and pulled him in for a kiss. Sam was trying to pull away from Lillith, but he was pinned against the wall.

Dean was trying everything he could to get up and grab Lillith, but he was stuck. It broke him seeing YN and Sam kiss, but he had to keep remembering it wasn't YN.

Lillith whispered to Sam, "Your lips are soft."

He kept trying to move away from her hand, but she kept petting his cheek.

Sam then said in a low voice, "Alright, so you have me. Let my brother and his girlfriend go."

Lillith smirked, "Silly goose. You want to bargain, you have to have something that I want. And you don't."

Dean took the opportunity to interrupt the two, "So is this your big plan, huh? Drag me to hell, kill Sam, and then what? Become queen bitch?"

"I don't have to answer to puppy chow," Lillith winked at Dean.

She watched Dean struggled on the table as she walked towards the door were the hellhound sat waiting.

Right before Lillith opened the door, she smiled at Dean and said, "Sic 'em, boy."

The door opened and the hellhound sprinted over to Dean. Dean was then dragged off the table and on to the ground by the hound. Lillith stood laughing as Dean was screaming in pain.

The hellhound began ripping into Dean's body. His legs, his chest, his back, everything was gushing blood. Dean was screaming and yelling as the hound tore into him.

Sam yelled at Lillith, "No! Stop! No! Stop it!"

Lillith just stood and watched, laughing at Dean's misery and Sam begging her to call the hound off.

Dean had stopped yelling in pain as the hound ripped into his chest. Sam and Lillith watched as Dean was dying, and Sam could do nothing to stop it.

Sam just kept on yelling, "No! Stop it! No!" as he begged Lillith to stop.

Then Lillith raised her hand to Sam, "Yes," and a flash of light came from her hand, directed right at Sam.

The flash of light covered the room. Nothing could be seen.

After a while, the light began to fade away as Lillith stood tall with her white eyes. She lowered her hand as her eyes rolled back to YN's eyes.

What Lillith saw in front of her shocked her and scared her.

Sam sat cowering in a corner, unharmed by her blast. He looked up and noticed how worried Lillith looked. When he scanned his body, he took note that nothing happened.Slowly, Sam stood on his feet and walked towards Lillith.

She raised her hand at Sam, "Back!"

Sam took another step towards her, the anger clear on his face.

Lillith took a step back, scared of Sam, "I said back!"

Sam bent down, picked up the demon knife, and reared back, "I don't think so!"

Right before he could stab her with the knife, YN's mouth opened and she screamed as black smoke poured from her mouth. Lillith expelled herself from YN's body before Sam could kill her. Sam dropped the knife and took a step back, shielding himself.

When Lillith was gone from YN's body, she fell forward. Luckily Sam caught her before she fell too far. He slowly sat down with YN in his arms.

YN groaned in pain as she looked up at Sam, "S’mmy?"

Sam held her close and sighed, "Hey, YN. You okay?"

YN grabbed her head, "My head hurts," she squeezed her eyes shut before looking back at him, "What happened? Where's-"

Just then, YN turned her head and saw Dean. He was covered in blood, gashes all over his chest and legs. His right arm was limp on his stomach. A gasp escaped YN's lips as she covered her mouth.

She crawled out of Sam's lap and over to Dean. She sat behind him, lifting his head up and on to her lap. Dean's eyes were still open, but there was so sign of life in them. A sob was heard as tears poured down YN's face.

Sam stood up and walked over to Dean as well, sitting on his right. He put a hand on Dean's shoulder and hung his head.

YN laid a hand on Dean's cheek and whispered, "No. No. Dean. Please, no."

Sam looked up at YN, teared pouring down his face, "YN, I'm so sorry."

YN sobbed as tear fell on to Dean's blood splattered face. Sam was crying just as hard as YN, both extremely sad at losing Dean.

YN looked up towards the ceiling, "We had a plan, Sammy. We were going to leave this life. We just had to find a way out of this. We just..."

Sam nodded, "I know. I know. He talked for hours and hours about how you two were going to live the ‘apple pie life’. You were going to find a house and settle down."

Then YN looked at Dean's jacket pocket, "What's that?"

Sam reached in Dean's pocket and pulled out a small box. He opened it and a look of shock covered his face. He passed the box over to YN.

"I guess he wanted that ‘apple pie life’ more than I thought," Sam commented.

In the box was a beautiful diamond ring. After looking at the ring, YN started crying more.

Sam sat back and looked at YN, "We should...move him."

YN shook her head, "Not yet."

Sam stood up and began to walk out of the room, "I'm going to make a few phone calls. Take as long as you need," and left YN with Dean.

YN looked back down at Dean's body, "Dean, I'm so sorry. I should've done something, tried harder to find a way out. And now...y-you're gone," she wiped her eyes, "But I promise you, I'll do what we agreed. I'll live my life. I'll stay with Sam and we'll move on," she took the ring out of the box and put it on her left hand, "And I'll wear this everyday and never take it off. I'll never forget about you, Dean Winchester."

Four Months Later

While driving to her apartment in Lawrence, Kansas, YN is changing to Dean's AC/DC cassette tape. 5 grocery bags sat in the front seat next to a box of cassette tapes, YN's purse, and her phone. Her diamond engagement ring shined bright in the sunlight.

"Maybe I should buy a new radio for Baby," YN thought out loud as she hit play on the radio, "Then again, Dean's ass would haunt me if I did it."

She continued to drive down the highway, Back in Black blasting from the speakers. She reached down and grabbed her phone, seeing if Sam responded to her offer for dinner.

Once again, Sam was ignoring her.

Since Dean's death, Sam had moved on from the hunting life. He told YN to keep the Impala and do what she wanted with her life. They somewhat kept in contact, but she's only heard from him a handful of times since Dean died.

YN pulled into the parking lot of her complex, took her groceries from the front seat, and got out of the car. She locked it and walked towards her front door. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, welcoming the cool air and stepping away from the Kansas heat.

She shut the door with her foot and locked it behind her. She walked into her kitchen and set the groceries on the counter.

"Max, I'm home!" YN yelled in her apartment.

The sound of paws running down the hallway was heard as a German Sheppard ran into the kitchen.

"Hiya, Max! How's my good boy?" YN spoke to her dog.

Max barked in response as he tail wagged faster and faster.

YN reached into one of the grocery bags, "I got you something from the shop," and she pulled out a dog bone.

She handed it to Max, who ripped it from her grip and ran into the living room. YN laughed and put the groceries away.

After cleaning the kitchen a bit, she jumped over the back of the couch and sat down. She reached for the remote, turning on Dr. Sexy, M.D.

She leaned back against the couch and smiled at Max, who was lost in his own world with his new bone.

YN's eyes widened at the TV, "Hey, Dean! There's a new episode of..." she trailed off when she realized what she had said.

Even though it had been 4 months since Dean died, YN still couldn't fully move on.

Dean's clothes were hanging in her closet, she had pictures of the two of them on her walls, all of is guns and hunting stuff was still in the trunk, and she had his car sitting outside. It still felt like Dean was here.

And she didn't want to change that.

The only problem is she forgot from time to time that Dean wasn't actually there.

She sulked back into the couch with a sigh, "Hey Max?"Max looked up, panting and wagging his tail.

YN patted the spot next to her, "Come here, boy."

Max grabbed his bone and jumped on the couch next to YN. She grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and laid it across her lap. She crossed her arms and leaned back into the cushions.

"I miss you Dean. I don't think you can actually hear me right now, but I've been missing you a lot lately. It's gotten harder since Sam stopped talking to me and I'm not really in contact with Bobby. It's just been me and Max," she stopped to pet Max for a bit, "But I'm keeping my promise and living my life. I started working at that bakery down the road. I know you knew how badly I wanted to get into baking. I've gotten really good in the last few weeks, minus that time I almost burnt the place down when I didn't set a timer for those cookies."

Max barked and stood to lick YN's face. This made her laugh and scratch his head more.

"But things have been going well. I'm still wearing the ring," she held up her hand, "It's gotten hard when people ask who I'm engaged to. I try to shrug it off, but it's difficult lately. Could you do me a favor? Send me a sign. Something. Let me know what I'm doing is right. Let me know if I should change things. Just tell me-"

Just then, YN's doorbell rang.

Max barked towards the door, but YN quickly shushed him. She took her pocket knife out of her back pocket and held it in her hand. She slowly stood up and walked towards the front door.

The chain lock was attached so she couldn't open the door all the way. She slowly opened the door and peeked her head around.

What she saw made her entire body numb.

"Dean?"

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 5 years ago

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It’s The Avengers (03x07)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 3 Episode 07: Team Death Match

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: i don’t know what trope this is but I got inspired to write this after listening to a song THAT I DIDN’T EVEN ADD IN HERE!!!!

Word Count:Ever felt your skull was heavy one day? Out of the blue? Like your forehead and your upper jaw did not seem like they were handling their weight really well. They just want to lie down and then they have the audacity to NOT sleep at night. This has been happening to me for the past five days.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

The pitch-black shifted out from a fog, the lens trying to find its focus as a figure appeared in front of it. Then two. Then three. A groan could be seen leaving you as your body tried to find the arms of gravity while your head tried to come back from some dream-like spin. But gravity had other plans and so you swerved a little to find your face moving closer to the ground till a something strong broke your fall. That something strong being Loki's arms holding tightly onto your waist. The touch of cold arms across your scalding stomach was more than welcome by your roiling brain. "Aaah," you sighed with a stupid grin stuck on your face and your barely opened eyes rolling back, "coooold." It was no work for the God to hold you like that but he knew you would go back to sleep if he kept your burning back stuck to his crisp body. And so, without a second thought, he let go of his hold on you, letting you fall on the grass with a yelp and a thump, followed by a groan. The camera recorded his no-fucks-given face.

Loki: *resting bitch face* What. I'm the God of Mischief. Not God of free air conditioning. *camera pans in* I condition when I please.

"Ow! What the-" you grunt and try- in not any way that would look graceful- to get up- "ahh my butt!" The camera recorded Loki wearing his maroon jacket, the one that flowed with its length- over a black v-neck and equally black denim. "Get your butt up, you traitorous witch. I am never getting stuck with you anywhere ever again." Your furrowed brows could tell you were confused at Loki's words, but they were not as confusing as the greenery underneath you and a tarp over your head shielding you from the scorching star overhead. The shed around you housed wooden tables, crates and surprisingly a lot of weapons on them. "What the hell is happening here?" Your previously spinning head wondered if it felt into another dimension when you hit the ground. "You," Loki pointed his finger right into your face, startling you where you stood, "you are the hell that is happening!" You stood there, your mouth agape, trying to bring out a sound that would reflect the amount of insult you were feeling right now. "Excuse me? What in the flying f-" Loki interrupted you, his palms rising in the idiot-sandwich pose. "Why did you have to touch the video game?! I told you specifically to NOT touch anything while we are in the shop, did I not?!" Standing there motionless, the camera slowly zoomed in to watch your facial expressions reflecting the workings of your brain to recall what Loki was talking about.

Twenty Nine Minutes Earlier "I don't care how weird this planet is, Loki, when you see an antique shop, it is an unspoken rule to check it out. Because a- it always some old stuff lying around and b- it might be haunted." Loki walked in through the door first, looking at the camera. "Says the woman who runs towards her room after switching off the lounge lights," he mentioned to the lens, getting a passing smack on his torso from your figure walking out of the frame. "Hullllowww!" You called out to...no one. "Is there anybody there? Any living or dead? We are walking in your shop looking at your antique stuff." "I'm not with her," Loki imitated your tone, getting an eye roll from you. Lulu settled around your neck like one elongated fluffed-up scarf, not really that eager to explore. Around the four of you was a treasure trove of unidentified and expectedly unfamiliar objects catching your eye from everywhere. There was even a preserved head of what looked like some ancient elk behind the counter- more in a meditative state than dead. Trinkets lay on shelves for the audience to look- one more mesmerised and the others- without any eyes. So to speak. Loki was the only one who did not believe they didn't have an observer. "I don't like this place. Y/N, come on. Let's g-" The camera was already recording the green and red glitter waves coming from the little palette you had touched, sucking all of you in, making the camera go dark before coming to the present. With the realisation in your eyes and confusion in your brows, you looked at Loki. "Okay, but how was I supposed to know that little old cassette would Jumanji us here?!"

Flashback The recording shows you looking at the cassette while the lens zooms in to the alien inscription shifting to give way to the words writing Jumanji. "Oh! This one says Jumanji!" You tell the camera before picking it up.

You: *suck on your teeth* *guilt in your eyes* *scratch an itch behind your ear* Yeah I should've seen that coming. *watch something out of the frame* *start running with fear in your eyes* I'M SORRIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE- *the lens catches Loki's running figure coming to get you*

"Thanks to you, we are stuck in some netherworld with guns and no way to escape. There are no exits to this boxed hell for all I know," Loki sighed in frustration, giving a rotten look to the guns in front of him. Lulu stood with a tilted head on the table looking at the guns with curiosity, raising a paw to touch them before Loki slowly brushed that furry little limb away, making you press a smile at the tenderness of the situation. "Oh, there is no way out. This is more of a confined match space," you acknowledged out of the blue like just remembered something. The pause reflecting on Loki's face did not give you any clear indication as to how you were feeling. "I-It's the Death Match playground from PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds," you added quietly, before biting your lips. "The last game I played before we all got on a surprise ride to space." Loki narrowed his eyes at you. "So, you are telling me we are in a live setting of the last game you played." You barely shrugged and pushed your chin in as a 'meh, maybe' gesture. "You are absolutely right." A scream escaped your lungs from the husky and somewhat pervy voice from your right, jumping away and right beside Loki, your hand catching his arm for protection against that albino creature with dark eyes standing there like a monster straight out of your nightmare. The change in Loki's stature to a rigid front- while still letting you hang on to his arm- reflected that the God knew something. "Oh, I should have known." "Should've known what?" You didn't. And you wanted to be included "It's a Djinn." "Oh! Oh..." The recognition changed into revulsion faster than the Djinn could say its name. "Yeah. These filth-ridden creatures know nothing but cause chaos whoever they touch. Don't you, Djinn?" "I have a name, Silvertongue," the white one said without blinking, making you wonder if actually had eyelids to blink. "Okay, you guys have to stop calling him Silvertongue," you huffed, "like I've been with this guy for almost a year and there is nothing Silver about him or his tongue. Neither has he been any good at manipulating anyone from our family." Loki looked at the camera with disbelief.

Loki: I have a reputation outside the household, woman. *looks around in caution* *comes close to the camera to whisper* Do not spoil it! *Your half-assed deep-throated laughter from out of the frame echoed through space*

"How surprising," the Djinn looked at you with an intense glare through his hollow beady eyes, "for the God who wrecks cataclysm wherever he goes to have a companion." "Okay, Oxford Dictionary," you chuckled, "let me stop you right there. He has a lot of companions. It's just right now, we'll have to make do." If that smooth-skinned Djinn has brows, he would be raising them at you while the camera panned in on his face shifting from yours to his. Loki shook his head, raising his hand a little as if trying to pause the entire conversation. "That's not what he m-" he turned from you to the Djinn- "that is not what she means-you know what, never mind. Get us out of here." No one would have seen it if the camera did not zoom in at the slight smirk on that bare line of lips on that pale face. "Oh, but I cannot do anything, Silvertongue. Your-" he tilted his head at you with creepy eyes, making you shift closer behind Loki- "companion started this play. You will have to finish it. Or die trying." "You mean we have to play this game?" "Of course, we have to play this game," Loki sighed, closing his eyes. "NO! I suck at this game! I'll die!!" You grunted through your teeth. Loki groaned, trying to tear the skin from his face. "Why could you not have played Sims or Untitled Goose Game or ANIMAL CROSSING?!" You scoffed, your open mouth hurt at that comment. "Well, I am sorry for trying to get better at it because SOMEONE would not SHUT UP about having good reflexes FOR SUCH A PITIFUL GAME! And for your INFORMATION, Sims die too if you don't care for them on time!" The embers of anger seemed to slowly melt away into uninvited surprise. "What?" You nodded long enough to let it settle in before turning to the Djinn. "So, I guess we have to score points by killing the peeps from the opponent team? Forty points or ten minutes whichever gets over first, right?" The Djinn lowered his head a little in agreement. "If you win, you will walk out of the game unscathed. If you lose, you will die." That slow blink of 'excuse me' coming from you was enough to tell the world what your insides were going through right now. "But there's only two of us. It would be an unfair game if the opponents are a full team of four, don't you think?" "You may choose from the creatures that come to your mind. Once you do, a team will be formed on the other side of the field to match your strengths and weaknesses." "Natasha. We pick Natasha." You had never seen Loki come to make a decision so quickly. And just as he said the name, a golden wave washed over in one corner of the shed to bring to life an avatar matching Natasha Romanoff right to the mole. "Excellent choice," she stated, already choosing her weapons, while you stood there flabbergasted.

Back in the lounge, Natasha smirked at the camera while everyone nodded in agreement with the decision. "Smart man," Sam added, "I would've picked her too." Tony, on the other hand, stood there, fully offended. "Rude."

"Okay, who else? Who else?" you jumped where you stood. "Who can compensate for my very poor reflexes, stay alive and shoot people dead. Oh, and there are grenades in this game too." The camera looked at the two of you find this new wave of relaxation on your furrowed brows as a name came up in both your minds. "Bucky!"

"Super rude!" Tony declared at the screen. "Tony, you were never the first option. It's deadly combat," Steve stated with a chuckle. "Neither did you, Steve," Nat stated matter-of-factly. "It is a battle of guns, not sassy-grandpas." A howl went around the lounge as Steve looked at the camera in muted surprise. "Why didn't they choose Clint?" Pietro wondered out loud. "I can think of many reasons! One of them is that the first person Clint would have killed would be Loki," Tony quipped, getting a cheer from the archer and his coffee mug.

"Okay," you jumped some more, inhaling and exhaling audibly, "okay. Let's do it." "Don't jump-" Natasha checked the ammo and put the clip back in the M416- "you'll cramp your leg." "No, I wo-OW!" "Here, take this sniper, this pistol, this machine gun, grenades, and this pan," she added, handing you the stuff while putting what you could not handle in a backpack for you. "Try to kill as many as you-" Her voice was drowned by a grenade exploded in close proximity, sending Lulu down the table to hide. "Hey," you looked at the Djinn, "take them out of here, somewhere safe." Bucky worked like a well-oiled machine. First, he picked up the UZI to strap the dangerous little baby gun to his back. Next, he got his hands on the M762 and felt a low whistle come out of you. Bucky went on to equip the 762 with a scope, a grip, and a suppressor. Next came the pistol, with the same attention to detail and extra parts as his previous big guns. Last came the grenades, that went into his cargo pants. You stood there with your sniper- not even held correct- looking at Bucky and then at the camera with nothing impressed eyes.

You: I have no idea about weapons but that one looks dangerous. Actually, anything in Bucky's beefy muscle-y arms looks dangerous. Even icecream. Like if we both went out for ice-cream and I got teased by some filth on the street, he would jab the cones in their mouth and make them vomit blood. *smiles* *camera pans out and focuses behind you to show Loki pause loading his gun to look at you with horror in his eyes*

"Well, we got ten seconds," Loki mentioned, scrutinising the Groza in his hand quite subjectively, "let's see who our opponents are." Lulu and Javie (along with his camera) were already out of the shed and standing over a platform twelve feet high with a view of the entire place from the edge of the boundary, just like an umpire in a tennis match. They could see you four coming out to take a look at the enemy. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me," you groaned, "I can't KILL THEM!" "'Sup, Nat." "Clint." "Hey guys," Peter waved through his Spider-man costume with a Scar-L in his hand that started slipping down till his hand came back to lift it up. "Well, this is awkward," Rhodey announced. "Hey, uncle Rhodes," you waved quite defeatedly. "Where's your fourth teammate?" Something cracked the sky and the clouds rumbled till a figure came down with a boom, vibrating the ground with his superhero landing. The little sparks coming out from everywhere. "Sorry I'm late," Thor announced, being handed a gun by Rhodey. "You had to ask," Loki growled at you.

Four Minutes Later Blue Team (You): 10 Red Team (Them): 20 The camera is hovering over the shed to see the four breathless teammates respawning and sitting down for a minute in their self-declared timeout. "Okay, we clearly cannot let you go out there in the front," Nat announced in your direction. Loki nodded in agreement. "Out of their twenty kills you have died fifteen times. Fifteen, Y/N." "I told you I am bad at it," you cried, "I can either reload my fucking gun or run away from the enemy. I CANNOT DO BOTH!" "Move your feet. I told you this last time too. Move. Your. Feet!" Loki pressed in your direction. "We need to come up with something else," Bucky added, "or this will the last thing the two of you argue about." You and Loki looked at each other with some concern reflecting in your eyes before Loki's gaze transformed into one of confusion as he watched you surely lie down and shoot, the bullet grazing right past his ear to kill a mad Thor- shooting anywhere and everywhere- point blank with a headshot. There was confusion. There was a surprise. There was even a little admiration in three pair of eyes. "H-how did you do that?" Bucky asked what everyone else was thinking. You shifted your gaze between the three eagerly-waiting teammates. "Uhh...I just laid myself down, aimed through the scope and took the shot. It's easy when I'm not moving. I just told you that," you shrugged. Loki could feel his head tilted in some thought while his eyes were stuck on you. "Okay. I think I know what we need to do."

The first one to come out of the shed was Bucky, his guns at ready as he slid across the length of the ground to take out Rhodes and Clint. "Now, Nat!!" He yelled and three bullets were all it took to take out Peter and Thor, right in the skull. "Go! Go! Go!" She shouted, and you and Loki went out in the other direction. Loki gave you cover while you climbed the roof of the little outlet by the shed and positioned yourself to take the shots from there." "Bucky! Rhodey at your ten! Nat! Slide into the warehouse for cover. Loki, Thor's climbing the eagle point." Rhodey slid away from Bucky's attack but did not see the scope aiming for him from his back, killing him right there. "Yes!" You grunted before yelling, "sorry uncle Rhodey!" "Don't give your position, you dumb woman!" "Right, right," you shook yourself and let your team tell you the position fo the enemy through the comms.

Three Minutes Later Blue Team: 38 Red Team: 30 "I'm outta ammo!" Nat yelled into her comms. Bucky shot down Thor. "Here ya go!" he announced, letting the Black Widow gather the loot before progressing to the other side. "I'm out too!" Loki declared, discarding his gun to leap forward and take down Rhodey by grabbing his waist. Using his own gun on him, Loki tsked. "Nothing personal, Rhodes." But the next thing was a bullet through his skull as Clint shot from the rooftop of the shed. First Loki, then Bucky and then Natasha. You could see your teammates respawn in the shelter, the anxiety of having the gap being filled so quick getting on your nerves. "The grenades," you mind shot the words out of your mouth before your brain could comprehend them. "The grenades!" Taking two of them out, you swung them towards Bucky, who ran up the ramp of an old engine and yeeted it to the other side, in return getting hit by Peter's swinging figure carrying Loki's stolen Groza. Three seconds later a bang was heard on the other side, with one more kill in your kitty and the score coming to thirty-nine. Peter was still running towards you, the web shot to the top of the shed to make a turn to where you were settled, aiming dead on for you. Loki and Nat covered the other side. Bucky ran forward with more of his grenades. "KILL HIM!!" Loki and Nat yelled in your direction, not realising that Clint has changed his position and now was settled on the top of the gazebo, shooting them point-blank, bringing the Red Team's count up to thirty-seven. You aimed for Peter and fired; only to find the rifle empty. "Fuck," you gasped, "fuck fuck fuck I'm out. I'M OUT!!" Time moved slowly. Real slow. Peter's swinging figure got closer by the minute while he reloaded his AKM in the air. Loki, Nat and Bucky respawned in the shed, frozen with fear in their eyes as they saw you struggle from where they stood till your eyes moved towards your waist and then back at Peter. A screamed began to form in the back of the throat as Peter's toes found the edge of the metal you were standing on while the pan in your hand found Peter's face, impact so hard that it came with nothing less than an intention to kill. The graphic show of blood sputtering in the air as Peter's body felt itself go back and down on the ground while your eyes remained shut tight, waiting for the bullet to hit you. The silence that proceeded after the smack was defeaning. And the sudden alarm overhead declaring you winners even worse. But the elation it brought was delayed, though late than never. "We won?" you asked. "We won!" Loki answered, more surprised than you. Every other character disappeared save for you and Loki. And without much thought, you jumped with shrill excitement in your voice from the roof right into Loki's arms. "WE WON!!" you shouted on the top of your lungs while wrapping your legs around Loki's arms, who was riding the same wave of victory as you. His arms wrapped around you tight while he howled to the moons. "I cannot believe we won!" you declared through the tears of joy while holding Loki's face in your arms. "I know! Me neither!" He acknowledged your buzz with his own, laughing along with you. What the two of you did not notice was the change in your surroundings, the playground shifting back to the little antique shop with Javi and Lulu standing right next to the two of you, watching the laughter shared between you two die down slowly but your positions still remained the same. Your hands cupping Loki's cheeks and his arms securing your waist, holding you safely. The chortle that now turned into heavy smiles seemed to carry this weird current in the air between the two of you. So enchanting and curious that even when the smiles seemed to fade, you two still stood there gazing into each other's eyes. "Looks like luck was on your side." It was the Djinn's voice that broke this new trance and you feel yourself getting red hot as Loki helps you down.

Throats are cleared. Greetings are shared with Lulu and Javi. A respectable distance is set between the two of you and ears are lent to what this white dude has to say now. "So, we are free to go now." Loki's voice commanded more than requested. The bowed his head. "You can leave with your free will. While you are here, you can buy something from my shop too. If I may interest you in-" "Nope," you state and turn to walk out of there without another word, everyone else following you- Loki being the last person out of the shop but not before he has given one good look at the Djinn.

The final smack with the pan left everyone speechless, their first thought being to make sure Peter- who sitting smack in the middle on the sofa- not taking it personally. But they were more astounded when the final score was declared and the boy lept from his seat to yell in celebration of the victory. A second later, everyone else was yelling with him, going crazy at the screen, dazzled by the final blow. In between the loud celebratory howls, some Avengers missed Scott and Peter looking at the screen when you jumped into Loki's arms and wrapped your legs around him. They also missed these two give out a shrill cry of some latent emotions resurfacing and Scott fainting at the mere scene of watching you two so close while Peter seems to find it hard to breathe, wheezing for air. The camera focused on Natasha looking at the two of them with a slight wrinkle in her brows before turning to the camera

The Lounge Scott sat with a laptop, working on something with quite the concentration that worried a very hungry Peter and Bucky making footlongs in the kitchenette. "I've never seen him this serious. Even when he's working with Banner or Stark. Or fangirling hard around Steve," Bucky whispered to Peter. Peter too nodded in agreement while sprinkling olives on their subs like Saltbae. "You think he's reading fanfics and finding character faults again?" Bucky wondered for a second before clicking his tongue. "Nah. He is always cooing at new writers and pushing them to keep writing. I'm sure this is different." "Scott, what's up?" Scott looked up from the screen at Peter and Bucky coming to him. "Oh, nothing. Just correcting some things here and there in Loki's Sim town. Odin kinda died in Asgard Island because that dude was too stubborn to go to the toilet that was cheap. Frigga is taking care of her garden and pets. And here we have the facility where Clint is only allowed to roam the outside. Look he has his own next in the backyard." "That's pretty cool," Bucky mutters seriously. "Yeah, isn't it? And here are others inside. These are the dorms. Nat and Banner are a couple and for some reason, you and Steve are living in the same room." The camera panned in on a look of two-second horror on Bucky's face before reverting to its normal self. "What?" he forced out a laugh, scratching an itch on his neck, "why would we be sleeping together?" Scott shrugged and Bucky shot a glance at the camera before going back to looking at the screen. "Why would Loki keep the two of y-" "Not relevant," Bucky declared, "moving on!" Both Peter and Scott exchanged a look with the camera before doing so with each other and then finally turning around to look at Bucky. "Oh my God, Bucky," Scott whispered. "We have another OTP!" Peter whispered, bumping fist with Scott without looking.

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Banished (Part 39)

*Not My Gif*

Summary: When the 100 was sent to the ground, Y/N Y/L/N was one of them. Having been locked up for almost 8 years, how will she react to surviving on Earth? Especially when she gets banished…

~Banished Master~

Post Date: 3-28-20

Paring: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Word Count: 5.8K

~Master~

~The 100 Master~

*Based off episode 3x10 of the 100, Fallen*

Previously...

You could hear Octavia whimper next to you but still you stayed silent and stoic, your head screaming but the only moment occurring on your outside be the twitch of a finger. You counted the seconds in your head until this was all over, pleading that somehow Lincoln won’t be shot. Maybe Pike would come to his senses, or one of the guards, or even Bellamy coming to your rescue and stopping Lincoln’s execution.

1… 2…

Gunshots.

Bellamy sat alone in the cave, his thoughts ate away at him and he couldn’t do anything to stop them. His hands were still chained to the ground when he heard the first steps of footsteps outside the cave entrance. He turned to look, seeing Harper and Miller walk in with defeated looks on their faces. He stood up to his feet, his hands pulled to the ground. Bryan and Sinclair were next to enter the cave, torturing Bellamy with the sight of not seeing you and Octavia.

He took a deep breath when Kane walked in, meeting Bellamy’s eyes but he couldn’t read the expression on the man’s face. When Octavia made her way in, her head hung low as she avoided looking at her big brother. Bellamy knew something was wrong, but then you walked in.

He had never seen your face so drained of emotion, your eyes were blank and void of any life. Bellamy wanted you to look at him but like Octavia, you kept your eyes casted to the dirt crunching beneath your feet. His eyes moved passed you, waiting for one more person but after a few seconds it became obvious it wasn’t happening.

“Where’s Lincoln?” He asked. HE heard you suck in a breath but other than that you hadn’t moved. Octavia on the other hand scoffed, turning to him with a spiteful look.

“Pike put a bullet through his head.” You let your eyes close as Bellamy muttered Octavia’s name, trying to say he was sorry. You only opened your eyes at the sound of Octavia’s fist making contact with Bellamy’s face. You held back a gasp as you watched her deliver punch after punch to Bellamy’s face, sending blood flying every which way.

“Octavia, That’s enough.” Kane tried to say, taking a step towards the siblings before Bellamy stuck his hands up, signaling to him not to come closer.

“Kane, stay out of it.” Bellamy said and you quickly understood what he was getting at. Octavia started punching again as you looked away, meeting Miller and Harper’s pain struck faces. Miller took a deep breath, looking at how your breathing started to skip as you tried not to let the few moments get to you.

He shook his head, taking a step forward. “Okay. Stop. Enough.” He tried to walk past you, but you put your hand to his chest, effectively stopping him.

“Miller don’t. She needs this.” You didn’t want to, but you glanced over your shoulder, enough time to see Octavia land another punch to Bellamy’s face. Bellamy took it willingly, making no move to stop it. You sighed as you shook your head, looking into Bellamy’s eyes. “They both do.”

Octavia punched Bellamy a few more times as you closed your eyes, listening to Bellamy’s grunts before you couldn’t take anymore, deciding that they truly had enough. Octavia was slowing down as you put an hand on her shoulder. She stopped her punching, looking you dead in the eyes.

You didn’t flinch or look away. Octavia didn’t need you to say anything before she looked down at Bellamy. Blood was dripping out of his mouth as he stared at the two of you. Octavia moved to stand over him, stretching her bloodied fists out. “You’re dead to me.”

Swallowing back your thoughts, you watched Octavia walk away. She walked past Kane who stared at her dumbfounded before looking at you. You sent him a nod which he returned before you focused on Bellamy.

He wouldn’t stop staring at you, his face ached and his mind was screaming at him but seeing the way you looked at him, he couldn’t help but be relieved.

Giving his injuries a once over, you looked down at your shirt fiddling with the bottom before tearing a strip from it. It was easier said then done but you managed, wrapping it around your hand as you kneeled down to Bellamy. Neither of you spoke and you avoided his gaze, bringing the fabric up to wipe away the blood. It was messy at first, the blood clinging to your shirt as much as it did Bellamy’s face. You wrapped the fabric tighter around your hand as he began to get cleaner.

“I should’ve killed him.” You whispered as you gently wiped away the blood on Bellamy’s mouth. His eyes flickered up to yours, but you didn’t meet his, to focused on cleaning him up. “I should’ve killed him the moment he declared war on the grounders.”

“Y/N-“

“I kill everyone. It’s what I do and yet the one person I needed to kill, the one person who I should’ve kill, I let walk. Lincoln would’ve been alive if I wouldn’t have been so stupid.” You continued before Bellamy grabbed your wrists, stopping your work. You hadn’t realized your hands were shaking until now as you pulled your sight up to his big brown eyes.

“Stop. This isn’t your fault. You tried to save him, and Kane, and Sinclair.” His voice sounded raspy and you regretted letting Octavia beat him as long as she did.

“But I didn’t save him. Lincoln’s dead.”

“And it’s not your fault. Pike was wrong. His ways were wrong, and I knew it but still went along with it. I helped arrest Kane and Sinclair, I stopped you from leaving with Pike that day.” Bellamy’s hands tightened around your wrists before he let go, leaning back on the wall. “I almost got you executed.” He let his eyes close, remembering the moment Pike declared you a traitor, putting a timer on your life. He remembered how helpless he felt seeing you there with his betrayal. You fell into a silence again, taking Bellamy’s chin in your hand as you tilted his face, wiping away as much blood as you could before the shirt couldn’t take anymore. You threw it on the ground, about to rip off another strand but Bellamy stopped you, telling you it was alright.

You disagreed but nodded, moving to sit next to him and look into the cave. Everyone was silent. Octavia separated herself from everyone, Harper, Miller, and Bryan all sat around some logs, refusing to look away from the ground in front of them and Kane and Sinclair stood off to the side, surveying everything although Kane’s eyes landed on you and Bellamy far more often than Sinclair’s.

You couldn’t help but see Octavia hide her emotions behind her glare as you sighed. “She’ll forgive you. It might be hell. It might take forever, but she’ll forgive you. She needs you, whether she’ll admit it or not.” Bellamy turned to look at you, but you stared straight ahead.

“What about you?” His voice cracked when he whispered to you. You bit your lip, feeling the sting of the bite before you released it, feeling it slightly puff.

“You know I will. I’m too screwed up not to forgive you, Bellamy.” Bellamy stared into your eyes, for the first time in a while he found comfort, a sense that things could go back to normal. Or as normal as you could get between the two of you.

You were the first to pull away from his gaze, leaning your head back against the wall. The past few days drained you, how couldn’t it?

First you kidnapped the chancellor and named a traitor.

Sentenced to death. Kane, Sinclair, and Lincoln along with you.

You all escaped. Well, almost all of you.

You didn’t want to think about Lincoln, not right now when you just watched him get executed. Bellamy saw the frown pulled across your lips and the way your eyes drooped, with much thought he extended his hand out between you both. It dragged across the dirt before gently bumping yours. After a second of no response from you, he was about to pull it away. But then you grabbed it, intertwining your fingers together. Your facial expression never changed, and if Bellamy hadn’t felt the way you squeezed his hand, he would’ve believed he imagined it.

Back at Polis, Ontari was struggling to keep up appearances. Murphy was struggling against chains he was locked as he turned around, seeing Ontari pace behind him.

“How long is this necessary for?” He asked her, clearly annoyed with being prisoner here.

“Roan said to not to let you out of my sight until he’s back.”

“We’re on the 50th floor. What am I going to do? I’m just saying a real commander-“

“I am a real commander!” She shouted at him, getting him to shut up. A knock sounded at the door behind Murphy as they turned to look at it. Ontari was slightly afraid as Murphy sighed.

“You gonna answer it?” Murphy asked bitterly. Ontari looked between him and the door, her mouth parting as she tried to figure out what to do. Murphy watched her, scoffing as he read her like an open book. “So the king doesn’t trust you to handle it. I thought you were in charge.”

“I am in charge.” She countered, glaring at the boy. She called the man outside the door to enter and he did, telling her it was time for the naming of the name’s ceremony and asking if there was any trouble with the ascension process. Ontari eyes the man who dared question her authority as he reached for her sword. Murphy’s eyes went wide as he stepped up to the man, stopped Ontari from killing him.

“She’ll be there.” He lied as the man looked down to the chains decorating Murphy’s clothes.

“Why are you in chains?” Murphy turned around to Ontari slowly, his mouth pulled into a thin line.

“That is a good question.” He avoided the question entirely as the ambassador asked where Titus is, receiving yet another lie from Murphy before he left with his guards. Murphy questioned how she would continue as the commander with the chip before volunteering Murphy to help her himself.

Raven didn’t want to be ALIE’s puppet anymore. After she found she couldn’t remember the good parts of her relationship with Finn, ALIE having taken her whole memories of him, she was determined to do anything to get the bitch out of her head.

She overloaded herself with work, reading from book after book in hopes it would work to cut ALIE’s connection from her mind.

“I’m not sure what you’re trying to accomplish while doing this.” ALIE told the engineer who ignored her, not giving ALIE the satisfaction of seeing her struggle. Raven moved on from her work, doing pull-ups, turning on loud music and continuing to quote Edgar Allen Poe’s the Raven but nothing was working. “I’m in you, sensory overload won’t block me out.”

Outside of Ravens room, Jaha stood stiff with one hand leaning on the door frame, staring at the metal. “Will it work?” He asked the A.I. who just stared straight ahead at him.

“Of course not.” The noise from Raven’s room increased as Raven began to shout, her eyes dark and rimmed. The sound drew people’s attention from the outside, coming to stand next to Jaha and ALIE. In a few short seconds, Raven was successful and ALIE disappeared from the room. Still taking form on the other side of the door, she looked to all the men and women. “She is so much stronger than the rest of you.”

Abby and Jasper showed up not long after, hearing Raven struggle inside as she told everyone to leave, including Jaha. Jaha just glared at her. “This doesn’t concern you Abby. Raven is with us now.”

“Yeah. That doesn’t sound creepy at all.” Jasper butted in. Jaha looked at him, moving on from getting Abby to understand to getting him to understand.

“We took away her pain Jasper. We saved her like we can save you.” He told the boy who scoffed, internally considering the outcome.

Abby didn’t let the conversation go farther as she stopped it. “Last chance before I call the guards and have them move you away from my patient's door.” She said.

Raven grew tired in the room, stopping her work enough for ALIE to find her way back in, telling her it was pointless. Raven yelled at her before Jasper knocked on the door, Jaha having left with ALIE when she reappeared with Raven. “Jasper.” Raven breathes out as she got to her feet, pulling Abby and Jasper into the room. “I need your help.” She told them. “I need your help to get this thing out of my head, and I think I know how to do it.”

In the Mess Hall, Monty sat. He was trying to think before his mom took the seat across from him looking as if she was about to start crying. “Mom what’s wrong?”

Hannah took a deep breath. “Pike knows.” She said before putting on a fake smile. “Smile Like you just made a joke.” Monty followed her directions but his smile didn’t match her own, too worried what that meant for him and all you. “You need to go, right now. Don't pack, don't go back to your room, find your friends, they'll help you.”

From across the room, Shawn Gillmer watched the mother and son talk, not loud enough for him to hear, but the looks on their faces told him all he needed to know.

Monty’s brow pulled together as he looked at his mom. “Did You tell Pike?” He hated he had to ask, but he needed to know.

Hannah’s face softened, her mouth falling into a natural frown. “You’re my son. I won’t lose both the men I love.” Monty felt awful he asked the question.

“I love you.” He reminded her.

She gave him a sad smile. “This can’t look like goodbye.” She told him as he nodded, placing his hands atop the table. She put hers on top, one last squeeze before Monty took off, making sure he had his radio with him.

Tensions in the cave were heavy as everyone crowded around a fire, a wall of vines separating You and Bellamy from the as you still held tight on Bellamy’s hand. You hadn’t said anything else to him and neither had anyone else before Bryan spoke up.

“I say we run two men patrols around the clock starting now.” He told them all as Kane agreed, telling him you all should be safe here. You knew he was right but you also knew patrols meant safety.

“We’re out of luck Kane. Pike is staring to look for us.” Bellamy told you all as you moved to sit up, not letting go of Bellamy’s hand.

“What about the blockade?” Bryan asked.

This time it was you who shook your head, calming his nerves. “We should be safe if we stay on this side of line.” You told him. You could feel Bellamy glance at you but you didn’t look at him. Bryan asked if the grounders would truly play but the rules. You scoffed as Bryan turned to look at you waiting for your reply. You were about to say something, telling him how it was his people who chose Pike as chancellor and know you’re all on the run, but Bellamy squeezed your hand. You looked at him, seeing him shake his head no and against your liking you listened, watching Miller bring his boyfriend back to reality.

“We get rid of Pike, the grounders lift the blockade.” Harper told him all as Kane agreed with her, telling them the grounders will honor the 13th clan. But Sinclair had bursted everyone’s bubble, reminding them all that it was only under Lexa’s reign were you all offered protection. You had no idea who this new chancellor was and that scared you.

“What about Clarke? If Lexa’s gone, she’s not safe in Polis.” You had to agree Miller had a point. You could only hope Clarke was okay and the next chancellor would keep Lexa’s word and protect Clarke.

“Clarke made her choice. The only thing that matters now is killing Pike.” You felt Bellamy stiffen at his sisters words and you squeezed his hand much like he had you. You both looked at the girl. Bellamy was concerned but you?

You couldn’t help but admit she was right.

The radio i front of Kane crackled before coming to life, Monty’s voice making its way across the channel. “Bellamy? Bellamy come in.” He said. You stood up, dropping Bellamy’s hand in the process as you joined the others, listening to the boy talk. Bellamy watched you as you stood up before focusing on the radio as well. “I’m in trouble. Please say you still have your radio.”

You looked to Kane, hoping he had any idea what to do but he just looked down at the radio.

“If we respond and Pike is lis-“

“Go to channel seven.” Bellamy interrupted Sinclair. Everyone turned to look at him but his eyes landed on yours, unmoving. “Please say you still have your radio. Seven words after trouble. It’s a code. Go to seven.” No one made any move to answer the radio as you glanced to Kane. He moved to looked from Bellamy to you. He knew you knew whether or not to trust Bellamy.

You hesitated before nodding. “Go to seven.”

“Bellamy?” Monty repeated as Kane held down the button to talk.

“Monty It’s Kane. What’s wrong?”

“Pike knows that I helped you out.”

Kane pondered what to do for a second before speaking again. “Can you get to the dropship?” There was a slight pause on the channel before Monty said he thinks he could. “Good, go there. I'll bring you in. Stay off the radio. Over now.”

Kane stood up as Harper shook her head. “What if it’s a trap and Pike’s already there?” She asked and your stomach dropped hoping Monty wasn’t just a trap, he had helped you earlier, why would he betray you now?

“That’s why im going alone.” You perked up at Kane’s words, about to object before Octavia beat you to it.

“The hell you are.”

“Yeah, I agree Kane. We’re not letting you go alone, it’s suicidal.” You said as Kane groaned, putting the radio in his pocket.

“We’re not marching our entire insurgency in there if it is a trap.” He told you both. Octavia just glared at Kane.

“If you don’t want me to go, you’re going to have to kill me.” Your eyes widened as you watched her stand up to Kane. Octavia was defiant, you knew she was going to get what she wanted but seeing her like this? She was bloodthirsty.

“She hopes it’s a trap.” Bellamy said knocking you out of your thoughts, bringing the attention to what you all knew was true. Octavia turned to look at her dead-to-her brother with a scowl.

“He’s coming too. A hostage to trade for Monty.” If she was taking Kane and Bellamy then you definitely were going with them.

Kane nodded. “It’s a good plan. He stays chained and gag him.”

You scoffed. “Kane, please-“

“He’s the enemy Y/N. Do what I said.” You didn’t want to listen but you did, looking Bellamy right in the eyes as you placed a gag over his mouth.

ALIE’s plans to get Raven back on her side weren’t working as the A.I. hoped. Raven refused to allow ALIE in as she, Jasper, and Abby search for a wristband like the ones that the 100 were sent down with. ALIE kept Jaha updated with how Raven was doing before Jaha came up with an idea.

“Give her some of her pain back.”

Jasper and Abby were digging through drawers before Abby told them she knew where they were. She was about to tell them before Raven yelled at her not to, saying ALIE is in her mind and knows everything she knows. Abby told Jasper where they were, whispering in his ear so Raven wouldn’t hear before Jasper set off, ready to save his friend.

“Tell him to stop. Tell him you changed your mind.” ALIE told her.

“No! I won’t!”

“Then I’m sorry for this.” Raven narrowed her eyes at her mere seconds before ALIE delivered bits of the pain she had taken from Raven, sending Raven to the ground.

“Raven!” Abby yelled, calling for Jackson as the carry her to medical. ALIE gave Raven more and more of her pain, making her scream as she remembers.

The drill in her leg from Mount Weather.

Having surgery to remove the bullet in her spine.

Finn getting mercy killed by Clarke.

Finn...

Abby told Jackson to get a reaper stick or the wristbands, just something to help but he just stood there as Abby yelled at him.

ALIE taunted Raven, telling her all she had to do was submit and her pain was gone. Raven was screaming begging to make it stop before finally, with one last scream, Raven submit to ALIE.

Abby stood over her, watching Raven collapse before coming back completely different. “I have full access to Raven's synaptic network. She's ours.”

The last thing Abby saw was Raven’s, or rather ALIE’s sinister smile before Jackson plunged a syringe into her neck, sending her into darkness.

Jasper followed Abby’s directions, finding the case containing it with no problem. He was about to take it and leave but Jaha blocked his exit.

“I’m gonna need that case.” He said as Jasper held the case tighter.

“You can’t have it.” Jasper said before ALIE’s followers came in, restraining Jasper and taking the case from him. Jasper yelled at them, telling them to get off and not to take the band before we was handcuffed, keeping him from taking the band back. Taking a hammer, Jaha out the wristband on the table. “What are you doing?” Jasper asked him as Jaha raised the tool in the air, getting the boy to plead before he swung at the wristband, breaking it into several pieces.

Kane, Octavia, and you all arrived at the dropship, Kane pushed Bellamy ahead of you all, holding a gun to Bellamy’s back as you and Octavia stood on each side of him. You had a gun like Kane had and Octavia had her sword. Not liking how Kane held a gun to Bellamy’s back, you stayed silent, knowing it was an argument you weren’t going to win.

“Mony!” Kane yelled out into the empty dropship. When the boy didn’t reply Kane dropped his gun but you held yours tighter. “We got here first.” He pushed Bellamy away from him. Octavia narrowed her eyes at the entrance to the dropship, knowing something was wrong.

“No we didn’t.” She said before grabbing her brother, holding her knife to his throat. You brought your gun up, ready to shot but kept an eye on the Blake siblings, making sure Octavia wouldn’t do something she’ll regret.

“Octavia.”

“Come out! Outside now!” Her yell was heard from inside the dropship as Monty’s head poked through the curtain. You were about to relax before seeing Pike followed him out, a gun pointed at his head.

“He followed me, I’m sorry.” Monty squeaked out as you pointed your gun at Pike. Kane yelled at him to let Monty go, but Pike wouldn’t.

“One at their feet.” Pike mumbled into a radio. A bullet hit the ground quite close to your foot, making you jump back as Kane and Bellamy both look at you worried. You shot them both a nod before aiming again at Pike. “It’s over, put your weapons down!” Pike shouted at you all.

“Shoot him!” Octavia told you and Kane.

Kane just shook his head. “Monty’s in the Shot!.”

“Come on Marcus. I promised Monty’s mom I’d get him home alive. Don’t make me a liar.” Pike said trying to appeal to Kane’s civil side. Sparing a glance at Kane you saw him lowering his gun.

“Kane.” Octavia said.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” You mumbled as you lined up the shot, but Kane put his hand on your shoulder. You brushed him off.

“Put the gun down Y/N, don’t want you responsible for another of your friends death now, do we?” Your eyes went wide as your hold on the gun loosened greatly and Kane pulled it off you, throwing it on top of his.

Octavia took a deep breath as she changed her position holding Bellamy, showing she wouldn’t be putting her weapon down. Pike brought the radio up to his lips again. “One in her leg.”

Bellamy wouldn’t let him shoot his sister. He knocked her in the stomach, sending her to her knees as he held her arm back. Guards came from around you all, grabbing you and Kane and yanking Octavia off the ground.

“You got 5 seconds to prove you’re still on my side.” Pike told Bellamy as he got closer. You held your breath as Bellamy spoke.

“The rest are in a cave not far from here.”

“Bellamy.”

“You son of a bitch!” Octavias words overpowered your own as your eyes fell to the ground, your jaw tensing.

How the fuck could you have been so stupid?

Pike asked for the coordinates, but Bellamy said he didn’t have them, saying he’d lead them there instead.

Bellamy couldn’t stop looking over his shoulder at you while you walked but your eyes were locked on the ground in front of you, often trying to get the hands off you of guards pushing you forward when you slowed down.

“You sure about the route? We’re getting close to the boundary.” Pike asked Bellamy who nodded.

“That’s why it was set here. Didn’t think we’d risk it.” You listened to Bellamy and Pike but you couldn’t listen anymore. You trusted him. You trusted him and he betrayed you, again.

“What’s going to happen to my sister?” Pike raised a brow at Bellamy’s question, eyes scanning around for any sign of an attack.

“I'll make you the same promise I made Monty's mother. Immunity for all past actions but if she screws up again-“

“She won’t.” Bellamy stopped him. “I’ll make sure of it. My sister, my responsibility.” Pike patted Bellamy on the back before Bellamy felt his stomach twist. “And Uh, and Y/N?”

Pike’s proud smile fell as he thought about what to do about you. He looked behind him, seeing you scowling before looking straight again.

“She’s a traitor.”

And traitors get executed.

Abby woke up tied to a chair. Blinking away her unconsciousness, Jaha, Raven and Jackson were all standing in front of her, each with a smile that wasn’t their own on their lips. “Welcome back.” Jaha said to her.

She looked towards Jackson, shocked to see him standing there. “Not you too.”

“Abby, as doctors it’s our job to relieve suffering. Shouldn’t we be-“

Abby cut him off, asking facts about his life he should know. But Jackson didn’t.

“All you have to do is swallow the key and you’ll understand.” Jaha told her but Abby wasn’t interested in the key.

“I don’t care if you’ll torture me. I’ll never take the key.”

Jackson smirked as he handed Raven a knife, making Abby rather confused. Raven pressed the knife to her wrists, sliding them down and cutting herself.

“No, no please! Stop! Please!” Abby begged but no one stopped.

“Abby you know who to stop this. Take the key.” Raven fell to the ground unconscious as Jaha told Abby to open her mouth. She watched Raven bleed out before relenting, taking the key in her mouth before finally getting to save the girl.

Bellamy was still leading the group through the woods, you had given up on fighting back the guards.

Don’t want you responsible for another of your friends death now, do we?

Pike’s words repeated in your mind.

Fuck him.

Who was he to say anyone’s death was on your hands, he was the one to murder Lincoln in cold blood.

You hadn’t realized how close you were to the border before a horn echoed through the trees, making everyone freeze. Your eyes were wide as you bit through the gag in your mouth, wishing you had your protection.

Bellamy surprised you when he swiped Pikes hand gun off his hip, pointing it at Pikes head. “Drop your weapon!” He yelled. As soon as the men were distracted with Pike and Bellamy, Octavia, Kane and you took the opportunity to disarm the guards around you, swinging your tied hands into their stomachs and heads. Bellamy’s voice was loud now as he spoke to the grounders. “We bring you chancellor Pike of the sky people. O, translate.” You felt yourself smile slightly through your gag. He wasn’t betraying you again. “Take him! Lift this blockade.” Bellamy found himself searching for your eyes, seeing the way your E/C orbs soften as they met his.

The guard next to you fell as an arrow flew through the air, striking him in the chest. Grounders came out of the trees, grabbing Pike but Octavia had other plans for the man. She took a weapon off the guard nearest her and charged for Pike. You pulled the gag out of your mouth as you called her name. You started for her but Bellamy stopped you, seeing Kane had it handled.

“Are you alright?” He whispered to you, untying your bonds.

You nodded, helping him when you could before smiling up at him. “Guess I should trust you more often.” He smiles down at you, an action quickly returned.

Kane was convincing Octavia not to attack Pike, saying they needed Pike alive. Pike shrugged. “Well in that case.” He lunges towards Octavia, but as soon as he did an arrow flew into his shoulder, rendering him useless.

The grounders grabbed him, staring to take him away. “Where are you taking him?” Kane asked.

“To the new commander.” The grounder has crumbled through his mask as Kane looked down at your ‘chancellor’.

“May I join you?” He rolled up his sleeve, showing the mark of the 13th clans.

The grounder looked before starting to walk again. “Don’t slow us down.”

“Kane wait!” You called for him, leaving Bellamy’s grasp to pull Kane back. “Are you sure? We know nothing of the new commander. What if they don’t honor the mark?”

Kane smiled down at you. “I'm sure. Go home. Tell our people what happened here. Tell Abby... I'll look out for Clarke.” You nodded, knowing Kane’s growing feelings for the woman. Kane moved pass you, heading towards Bellamy.

Bellamy cleared his throat as Kane looked at him perplexed. “Did you do this for your sister? Or Y/N? Or did you do this because it’s the right thing.”

Bellamy just scoffed. “You’re welcome.”

“It matters. Until that you’re still lost.” Kane left Bellamy, following after the grounder as you watched him go. Taking a deep breath, you turned around seeing Octavia stand over Gillmer. He was still breathing and without a second thought, she stabbed him, killing him. You didn’t stop her and when she looked up at you, you only had one thing to say.

“Jus drein jus daun.”

Ontari was giving Murphy hell. She knew she’d never be accepted as the real commander with out the flame. And so with Murphy as her fake flamekeeper, she kept up the charade. Anyone who dared question her authority found their fate similar to Ambassador Uzac.

Ontari has gouged out his eyes.

She treated Murphy as a pet more than a person, walking him around on a chain. Murphy scoffed as the guard placed said chain on Murphy. “Care to explain this?” He asked Ontari who just tilted her head.

“I don’t trust you.”

“Well I gotta explain, I’m a little hurt by that.” He played. Ontari just smirked at him before pulling off her clothes piece by piece.

“How about now?” She asked him not stopping.

Murphy watched as he swallowed thickly. “Now I’m a little less hurt.” She began to pull of her pants before Murphy squeezed his eyes shut. “Wait, wait. I’m sorry, there’s someone else. I’m with someone.” He stopped her, think about Emori and how much he missed her. He wished he never left her.

“Is she a commander too?” Ontari asked to which she received a no. “Would she kill you if you ever lied to her? Did anything to upset her or break her trust in even the slightest way.” She grabbed the chain holding Murphy as she pulled him to her.

Murphy reluctantly, against his own desire, let her. “The things I do to survive.”

Jasper pulled at the handcuffs keeping him in place and finally he got himself free. The wristband was broken, it was no use to him. He left the room taking the hammer with him and hoping he could still be of some help. When he made it to the mess hall, the sight before him terrified him. People everywhere had taken the chip, sitting the door called City of Light as Jaha and Abby handed out more.

He was shocked to see Abby there, advertising the consumption of the chip.

He ran out, looking for Raven in her room only to find her laying on the bed, bandages wrapping up her arms. “What did they do to you?”

Raven picked her head up, looking at the boy as if her wrists weren’t sliced up. “They didn’t do anything to me. I’m sorry if I frightened you today.”

Jasper shook his head, his eyebrows pulling together. “I don’t understand. You wanted that thing out of your head.”

“I was wrong. You can see for yourself.” Raven said as Jasper took a step closer. “I’ll you have to do is-“ Jasper didn’t let her finish, grabbing a syringe and sedating her.

ALIE was aware of the moment Raven went unconscious, telling Jaha and Abby Jasper was taking Raven.

Jasper picked Raven up, running out of the ship as the followers chased after him. He found a rover, putting her in and jumping in the drivers seat. “Oh this is not good.” He said before driving through the gate.

He was almost free before a blonde got in the way and he slammed on the brakes. “Jasper?” Clarke said as she squinted over the rovers lights. She ran up to the rover, looking at the lit up camp. “What’s going on?” She asked.

“Get in!” He yelled.

Clarke kept looking at the camp. “No I have to see Lincoln.”

“Lincoln’s Dead! And we will be too if you don’t get in!” Clarke hoped in the rover, confused as ever as she kept questioning Lincoln’s death. “I need to talk to him about Luna!”

“Shut up! I don’t care!” He shouted as Clarke’s mouth clamped shut. “Aren’t you the angel of death or something?” He asked her as she gasped, turning around to see her mom walk out of the gates.

“Mom?” Jasper continued to drive off, leaving ALIE to move on with stage 2 of her takeover.

A/N: I hope quarantine is treating everyone well because I’m bored. I know I’m staying safe and I hope you all are too. My requests are open for certain people if you poke around my page you should find the list.

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