#wall clark x gender neutral reader

[tom-hunter-summah]

Born in the Wrong Era| pt. 2

pairing: Wally ClarkxGN!Reader

summary: wally and reader finally get to talk. but is it such a good thing?

warnings: mentions of death, reader drives a jeep, one shout and one scream but neither caused the other, mention of hallucinations, use of Y/N. 

word count: 906

a/n: hello,hello! i hope everyone is well 😊 sorry for the delay but good news is chapter three will be out at the end of this week! also this is mainly dialogue. hope yall enjoy!

also thank you to @moonchildicons for letting me use her wally icon for this aesthetic ❤️

pt. 1 

“Wally?”

He holds his hand up to catch his breath. 

“How do you know my name? More importantly; how can you see me?”

You’re too baffled to speak. This boy you’ve known through stories, pictures and tears is here. 

Maybe, You’ve finally cracked under the pressure of life which has led to hallucinations. You squeeze your eyes closed hoping he’ll go away when they open.

He waves a hand in front of your face. “Can you still see me?”

So much for that theory.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

He lets out a sigh of relief before looking slightly offended. “Unfortunately?”

“Yes, Unfortunately.” The moment you check your phone, the bell for 6th period rings. “And I need to get to class.”

You start to walk out the gate but Wally runs in front of you, stopping you in your tracks, again. 

He laughs. “So we’re just not gonna talk about this?”

“Look, Wally I don’t have time to figure out why my hallucinations chose to manifest in the form of someone I’ve never met, but I really need to get to class.”

You walk through him and that experience is one you don’t necessarily want to relive and it has you running to class. 

You hear Wally yell out after you. “You’re not hallucinating!”

Further into the hurricane, you go. 

Monday- 1:45 pm

You’ve never been happier that you have 8th period free. Stats is already hell to be in, but that thing you saw earlier didn’t make it any better. As soon as you could, you bolted from class to your car. You waited for the lot to clear from parents and students alike before you screamed (windows rolled up of course.) It felt good. It would have felt great if you weren’t started by Mr. Anderson knocking on your window. 

You roll your window down, looking guilty. 

“You alright?” 

You shrug. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head no. 

“Understand. Well if you’re going to have a mental breakdown, please do so off school grounds, or at least in the theater room.” He gently taps the hood of your Jeep and briskly walks away.

You laugh to yourself at the ridiculousness of that interaction. 

“What’s so funny?”

Or so you hoped. 

“Jesus can’t a person decompress in peace?! What the hell Wally?”

He holds his hands up in defense.  “Sorry. Look I’ve been trying to get your attention since you stomped off the field but you couldn’t hear me in your very complicated math class–”

You cut him off. “So you thought giving me a heart attack in my car would help me not ignore you?”

He shrugs. “Well at least if you die then we can–” 

You give him a look. “Not helping your case dude. Get out of my car.” 

“Wait Y/N–”

“How do you even know my name?”

“STOP CUTTING ME OFF AND LET ME TALK!”

In the beat of silence that filled the car, you shrink. “Sorry Walls, Please, talk.”

He sighs. “Thank you. And I’m sorry for yelling. Wait, did you just call me Walls?”

You shrug. “Yeah. Bea calls you that all the time so it’s second nature.”

His brows furrow. “Bea? Like my mom Bea?”

You nod your head. “Do you remember Ceceil James?”

Wally nods. 

“She was my grandmother and you know how those two were.”

He laughs. “Wait, were? Did something happen?”

You can barely stop your voice from cracking.  “Walls.”

His face falls and you see tears brim in his eyes. “How?”

“It was a car accident. S-She was alone when…”

Wally’s hands go to cover yours only for them to fall through and give you a chill. 

“Sorry, force of habit. We don’t have to keep talking about Cece by the way. God I’m so stupid I should’ve realized it would hurt to talk about it. I mean she was your grandma for god’s sake and–”

You go to grab his face but you stop right before you would make contact. 

“Sorry. Force of habit.”

He chuckles dryly. “I appreciate the thought. And thank you for getting me out of my head.”

You nod. “Don’t mention it.”

Wally clears his throat before talking. 

“Well that was fun.”

You laugh. “Alright funny boy; what questions do you have?”

Wally thinks for a moment. “I guess my first question is; how’s my mom doing?”

You clear your throat. “Well, she’s Bea. Kind and understanding. Always supportive of her loved one’s dreams.”

You look back at Wally and he’s straight-faced for all of two seconds before he bursts out laughing. 

You can’t help but laugh along. “What’s so funny?”

“I mean my mom is great but understanding isn’t exactly one of her more honed skills.”

Your brows furrow as you realize the dig Wally just made at Bea. “What is that supposed to mean?”

His laughter finally dies down as he notices you’re serious. “She’s a bit insistent is all.”

You give him a pointed look. “You mean stubborn.”

He shrugs. “I guess yeah.”

“Get out.”

“Wait Y/N, I have more questions.”

You send daggers his way. “You should have thought about that before you disrespected Bea.”

Wally goes to speak but you simply hold up your hand. You stay like that for a few moments and he finally leaves your jeep but not before leaving you something to chew on. 

“The Bea you know now isn’t the Bea I knew.”

[mr-celestial-writings]

Two Of A Feather

Pairing: Conner Kent x Darkseid/Doomsday Clone! Gender Neutral! Reader

Summary: When you were discovered, Batman stepped up to give you a place to stay, to teach you right from wrong. Yet, nobody outside of his family and the Justice League were to know about you. So when Tim let it slip... Conner had to see the truth.

a/n: wow, first a/n at the start, but this was a request! Requested by @seven709! Thank you so much! I appreciate you and your request! Possibly unrelated, but I had to speed run learning about Doomsday and Darkseid via the fandom Wiki. Never been more thankful for an adblocker.

DC Masterlist!

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Conner was pissed. At Superman, at Tim, At the Justice League for keeping you a secret.

There was somebody like him, another clone. Sure, you weren't a clone of Superman and Lex Luthor, but you were still a clone.

A Clone of Darkseid and Doomsday. Created to be their weapon. And if it weren't for the Justice League, you could have been.

Conner wasn't supposed to know you existed. Nobody was. You were to be hidden, protected from the outside world. Or maybe the outside world was to be protected from you.

Conner sore through the skies until Wayne Manor came into view. Anger was an ugly beast, especially for Conner.

The funny think was, it was an accident how Conner found out about you.

"So anyways, Damian decided it would be a good idea to spare with [Name]-" Tim said. He and Conner were on a voice call.

Conner raised a brow at the new name, "Wait, whose [Name]? Did Bruce adopt another kid?" He asked.

"Eh, kinda. [Name]'s a clone. Darksied and Doomsday decided it would be smart to create, but anyways Damian tried to spare with them-"

Conner hung up the call after that. In the blink of an eye he was out the door and flying towards Gotham.

He landed on the front porch, and banged on the door. Alfred answered it and before the old butler could greet Conner, the Superboy was pushing his way inside.

"Where are they? Where's [Name]?" He asked. He clearly wasn't playing around.

Alfred sighed, "Master [Name] is in their room. Allow me to guide you." He said calmly, leading Conner to a room on the second floor.

Conner had a stoic look on his face. How dare the existence of another clone be kept from him! Conner didn't care whose clone you were, you needed to know you weren't alone.

Alfred stood outside the door, motioning for Conner to enter. Conner didn't hesitate as he opened the door.

And There he saw you. You were tall, built like a brick wall. Your eyes were a solid color. But for the most part... you looked human. That's what surprised Conner the most.

Sure, your skin was a little gray, but you were... just you. Not the monster Conner was expecting. He felt bad for expecting that monster.

You looked at Conner, eyes wide and innocent. You weren't... a monster at all. In any sense of the word.

"Uh, Hi... I'm Conner." Conner said gently, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Uh-... I am... [Name] Wayne." You introduced yourself. Your voice was rough, your tone almost robotic.

"S-Sorry for barging in like this. I just heard there was another clone and-" Conner got cut off by you. You rushed over and held his shoulders.

His cheeks felt a little warm at the bright grin on your face.

"You are... like me?" You asked. Your eyes sparkled with hope, with joy.

Conner returned your smile and nodded, "Yeah, I am. Nice to meet you, [Name]."

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Conner."

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And that was the start of your relationship.

Conner got an earful from Clark and Bruce, but when they saw how you two bonded... They couldn't be angry.

They agreed that maybe you and Conner having a bond wouldn't be a bad thing. It may help ensure you don't end up back in the hands of your creator.

Conner helped you learn more about humanity, and how to be human. He even taught you about your creators. Conner didn't think it would be right to hide that truth from you.

Months passed, and what was once a friendship turned into lingering touches and shy glances.

It all boiled over one night.

Conner had brought you to the Kent farm, wanting to show you the stars. You two sat on the rough of the barn.

Conner couldn't tear his eyes off of you. How happy you looked, how amazing you looked under the night sky, how your eyes sparkled with the stars...

Conner wanted to burn this moment into his brain forever.

"So... How are you liking your life here so far?" Conner asked gently.

You looked at Conner, grinning bright, "It is fun! My Family is amazing, and You are amazing!" You said.

Conner felt his cheeks go warm again, he returned your grin, "Good! Good, I-I'm glad." He looked up at the sky, "Hey... so... I wanted to ask you something, [Name]."

You tilted his head innocently, "What would you wish to ask, Conner?"

Conner fiddled with his fingers, his nerves high as his heart raced, "I was wondering if you... would like to be my partner- Romantically?" He found himself stuttering trying to get the words out.

He watched as you flushed, It was cute.

"You would... like to be romantically involved with me? Are you sure?" You asked weakly, braced as if this was a cruel Joke.

Conner nodded, "Y-Yeah! I'm positive... You're just... so amazing, [Name]." He spoked gently.

After a moment, you replied, "Yes, I would like to be your romantic partner, Conner." You answered with a nod.

Conner Lit up, and without thinking he pulled you into a kiss. It took a moment for you to return the action.

It was awkward, but it felt right at the same time.

Conner pulled away, "Thank you."

You shook your head, "No, Thank You."

Conner rested his forehead against yours, laughing softly. He felt like the luckiest man alive. And maybe he was in the moment.

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a/n: Man, I think I need a root canal after writing this it's so sweet! I hope it's up to your standards! Thank you again for the request.

[moonchats]

glue song - S.R

summary: where spence has a dance with you :)

warnings: major fluff, reader is also an agent,spencer’s bi because just because the writers can take it away doesn’t mean it’s staying away,

*reader is gender neutral and description isn’t described!*

Your home was homey, green walls and dim litted rooms, it made you in awe of it every-time you walked through the door. It made you smile even more when you realise your boyfriend lived in your dream home without you ever knowing.

You and Spence were close before you finally got together, you two were the best of friends, you sat across from him for 3 years feeling sorry for yourself as he talks about a girl he kissed, or a guy he liked wallowing in self pity, wishing it was you he chose to care for, and wish was there when he awoke. And finally your wish came true. And it had been the best years of your life.

Both of you had the day off, you decided to spend finishing up research and baking while Spence had took himself on a walk to the bookstore on the corner before he got groceries. Chocolate fudge cake, with sprinkles of course, was a favourite of Spencer’s so you decided to make it regularly, and any left overs were greatly appreciated by the rest of your team, which is what you were making now. Spencer and you were insanely alike, both of you loving doing your own thing but in the company of each other, more like shared silence, but both of you still needed recharge time and you both have your own ways of doing it.

Their was cocoa powder all over the kitchen, and cake mix on your face, but with the sound of music humming from the record player throughout the appartement, nothing could diminish such a good mood. With birds lightly chirping from the gutter above the window, and the sun shining on the ever growing collection of books, it was a perfect day.

As if on queue, Spencer walked through the door as soon as you thought of perfect, holding bags of groceries and a smile on his face. “Isn’t this a sight for sore eyes” he gushed, heat rushing to your cheeks, as he placed the groceries on the counter placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Well hello” You smiled towards him, he wore a light washed pair of jeans with a thin jumper along with his shirt and tie, with the glasses that make you smitten, “,this should be done in about 40 minutes”

The glow on his face was nothing but appreciation, an appreciation of you, and your love for him, “I love you” He smiled, a thank you from him.

“I didn’t even do anything”

“Yeah, but you’re here and so i love you” He responded, your heart full.

The piano started, from a track you both adored, ‘Hooked on romance’ from the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra filled the room. You looked him in the eye, “Dance with me?”

“Dance with yo-, I can’t dance, i can barely stand without falling” He chuckled, you smacked his shoulder lightly, pleading with him with your eyes, “Fine but you can’t judge me.”

His fingers lightly grasped yours before he pulled you into him to rest your head on his shoulder, as you swayed with him to the song, before he pulled away from you, holding on to your hand to spin you around before pulling you back to him. Your head instantly rested onto him again,

“I feel like i’m stuck to you, like i cant think of my life without you” You whispered.

“Then don’t, stop acting like you’ll become a ghost of my memory, i’m here for you, till forever” He rubbed your back and you both carried on swaying.

A smile appeared on your face, which he felt grow against his chest “Then I guess i’m stuck forever”

by the glue OH AND YOUUUU!!!

also the song they danced too was

it’s on of my fav tracks of all time, please give it a listen if you get time i promise it won’t be a bad decision!!

also, i’m making all my ‘x Reader’ fics gender neutral from now on, i try to limit the description on the reader as much as i can so be as inclusive as possible, please let me know anywhere else i can make it more inclusive with my language

and also please lmk if you enjoyed, spencer is a very comforting character so i love writing fluff for him because it comes to me so easily!!! - Love you to the Moon and back xx

[teabreakpancakes]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

everything is gender-neutral

day one : Teacher's Pet (Dom Alva Lorenz x Sub Reader)

professor-student relationship, slight praise kink, semi-public sex!

day two : Focus On Decoding! (Dom Mike Morton x Sub Reader)

face sitting, semi-public sex!

day three : Go On, Continue (Dom Pantalone x Sub Reader)

office sex, cockwarming!

day four : Sinful Indulgence (Dom Zhongli x Sub Reader)

oviposition, breeding kink, dragon cock!

day five : Sit Still And Look Pretty (Dom Luca Balsa x Sub Reader)

toys, exhibitionism, in public!

day six : A Treat (Dom Cale Henituse & Beacrox Molan x Sub Reader)

food play, body worship!

day seven : Impatient (Dom Kaedehara Kazuha x Sub Reader)

public sex, riding!

day eight : Bedtime (Dom Lisa Minci x Sub Reader)

lactation, mommy kink, infantalisation!

day nine : Beg For It (Dom Victor Grantz x Sub Reader)

orgasm denial, teasing, begging!

day ten : Spoiled Rotten (Service Dom Ron Molan x Sub Reader)

age gap, master-servant relationship, spoiling!

day eleven : My Reward (Dom Diavolo x Sub Reader)

size kink, slight daddy kink, dumbification!

day twelve : Sweet Nectar (Dom Beelzebub x Sub Reader)

oral sex, overstim!

day thirteen : My Test Subject (Dom Albedo x Sub Reader)

aphrodisiac, semi-public!

day fourteen : Corrupt You Sweetly (Dom Childe x Sub Reader)

corruption kink, dacryphilia!

day fifteen : Loving Embrace (Dom Yoo Sangah x Sub Reader)

strap-on, sensory deprivation!

day sixteen : Sleep Tight (Dom Baizhu x Sub Reader)

somnophilia, nipple play, fingerfucking!

day seventeen : At Your Service (Subby Dom Thoma x Sub Reader)

nipple play, master-servant relationship!

day eighteen : All Tied Up (Dom Shenhe x Sub Reader)

shibari!

day nineteen : Contrast (Dom Wu Chang x Sub Reader)

threesome, praise, degradation!

day twenty : Bites And Kisses (Dom Xiao x Sub Reader)

marking, possessive sex!

day twenty-one : Stuck (Dom Al-Tighnari x Sub Reader)

knotting, rut, breeding kink!

day twenty-two : Gorgeous (Dom Shikanoin Heizou x Sub Reader)

body worship, yandere, captivity!

day twenty-three : Rope Bunny (Dom The Ripper x Sub Reader)

sensory deprivation, bondage!

day twenty-four : All Yours (Sub Top Leviathan x Dom Bottom Reader)

roleplay!

day twenty-five : My Property (Dom Naib Subedar x Sub Reader)

possessive sex, wall sex, breeding, slight daddy kink, marking!

day twenty-six : Unholy (Dom Andrew Kreiss x Sub Reader)

priest kink, spanking, semi-public sex, object insertion!

day twenty-seven : Don't Look Away (Dom Joseph Desaulniers x Sub Reader)

mirror sex, dacryphilia!

day twenty-eight : Can't Help It (Eli Clark x Reader)

voyeurism!

day twenty-nine : Follow My Instructions (Dom Inumaki Toge x Sub Reader)

guided masturbation, begging, edging!

day thirty : Needy (Dom L Lawliet x Sub Reader)

phone sex, toys, olfactophilia!

day thirty-one : Fuck You Dumb (Dom Yo Shindo x Sub Reader)

overstim, corruption kink, fingerfucking!

[bi-bard]

I Remember it All Too Well - Sam Winchester Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: I Remember it All Too Well

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Based On: All Too Well [10 Minute Version]

Word Count: 4,905 words

Warning(s): break-up, unhealthy relationship, arguing, cussing, I made Sam a terrible person and I'm not sorry about it

Summary: The story of the two hunters that lasted far longer than they should’ve. Each chapter shows that Sam and (Y/n) were either meant to last a lifetime or fall apart at the seams. (I used season 11 as a reference for ages)

Author's Note: Here it is!! The final From the Vault imagine for the foreseeable future! Unless Taylor announces something soon.

Oh! I didn't change the pronouns in the lyrics of the song, but this is written with a gender-neutral reader.

Masterlist for From the Vault - Taylor Swift Writing Challenge

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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--Part One: A True Romantic--

Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place And I can picture it after all these days

Meeting Sam had been a complete accident.

I had managed to skate around the pair of hunters while we were working on the same case. It was a witch that had been terrorizing those that had wronged her.

I had snuck in through the back of the house, hoping to catch the witch somewhat off guard.

I made my way to the main room of the house to see the witch holding two men against the wall.

My eyes went wide and quickly shot the witch in the back. The witch's body fell to the ground and the men barely caught themselves, each trying to catch their breath.

"What is wrong with you two," I asked. "You just go hang out at a creepy cabin in the woods? What, do you guys run some stupid urban explorer channel?"

"What," the shorter of the two men asked.

"Why would you just trot through the front door?"

"Who are you," the other man asked.

"Is that any of your business," I replied.

"I'm Sam," he introduced. "This is Dean. We're both hunters."

"Sam and Dean," I repeated. He nodded. "Like Winchester?"

"You know us," Dean furrowed his eyebrows.

"You two were instruments in the apocalypse... and then stopped at least three other apocalypses," I said. "Yeah... I know who you are."

"Who are you," Sam asked.

"I'm (Y/n)," I replied. "(Y/n) (Y/l/n)."

"(Y/l/n)," Dean muttered. "Why do I know that name?"

"I mean... my dad was a hunter too."

"Clark!"

Dean snapped his fingers and pointed at me. Sam and I both jumped a little at his excitement. I nodded.

"I remember his name because of Superman," Dean explained. "Dad worked with him a few times. He used to have a cooler in his backseat full of snacks."

I nodded, "He always did. Kept it stocked for long drives."

"God, I was probably 15 when I last saw him."

"What year would that have been?"

"'94."

"Well, he probably left to watch my mom give birth."

"Wait, how old are you," Dean asked.

"22," I replied.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered, turning around for a minute.

"Did you forget you age-"

"Shut up," Dean pointed at me.

I chuckled. I looked at Sam, who was still looking at me. As soon as we made eye contact, I looked away, feeling my face heat up a little bit.

"Come on," Dean finally grumbled. "Let's get this mess cleaned up."

"You guys don't have to help me-"

"No, no, you saved our lives, least we could do is save you time," Sam touched my shoulder and grinned.

"Oh, well, thanks."

I wasn't used to hunters being nice to me. Most of them waved me off because of my age. Some would respect me if they knew my dad, but most wouldn't even let me get to that point. Having the brothers be so helpful was just strange.

After getting the mess cleaned up, the three of us walked out to our cars. We ended up parked really close to each other. We really must've just missed each other on the way in.

"Hey, give me a second," I heard Sam say to his brother. Dean nodded and walked to their car. "(Y/n)."

I stopped, turning to face him, "Yeah?"

"I... Well... I was wondering if you wanted to go out," he offered. "With me?"

"Like a date," I asked.

"Yeah," he replied, a small grin on his face. "If you're alright with that."

I smiled, "Yeah. Uh, that sounds really nice."

The smile on his face grew.

"I saw a diner in town," I vaguely pointed in the direction of the town we were staying in. "How about we both go clean up and then meet there?"

"You think they're still open," Sam chuckled.

"Well, if they aren't, we'll find something," I shrugged.

He nodded, "Alright. I'll see you in a bit."

"See you," I walked to my car. "Wait!"

"What," he asked. I jogged over and held out my hand. "What?"

"Give me your phone, Sam," I said. He handed me his phone. I quickly typed in my number and handed it back. "That might be kinda useful."

He chuckled, "Yeah, maybe. Bye."

"Bye," I muttered before going to walk to my car again.

I refused to turn around and look at him. If I did, I knew my heart would jump out of my chest and my face would've heated up even more than it already had. I just got to my car and left.

The diner was still open when Sam and I both got there. It was mostly empty due to the time, but the waitress promised that we had enough time to sit down.

I'm almost certain she knew what the situation was.

We sat at the diner table with some coffee and pie. We just talked about anything we could. Anything not hunting related. Movies and music and just... anything.

It was nice.

I hadn't been on a date in a while, and I could tell Sam hadn't either. We both did our best to make each other comfortable.

As we walked out, Sam reached over and grabbed my hand. I smiled.

I hadn't parked very far down the road.

"I had a really nice time tonight," I said, slowly stopping next to my car. "Thank you for this."

"Thank you for going with me," he replied. "I have a nice time too."

We both stood there awkwardly for a few moments. I didn't know if I was supposed to walk away or not. I just didn't want to mess this up.

"Can I kiss you," Sam asked suddenly.

I must've paused for a moment too long. He shook his head and looked down for a moment.

"Sorry, that was weird-"

"Yes," I cut him off. "Yes. You can."

Sam stepped forward and cupped the sides of my face. I grinned at him before he leaned down to press his lips to mine. It immediately felt like my heart took off sprinting. My stomach was doing flips. It all was just so perfect.

I leaned back slowly and smiled at Sam again.

I slowly stepped away and started walking backward toward my car, "Have a good night, Sam."

"You too," he replied. "I'll call you."

"You better."

I got in the driver's side of my car.

As I pulled away from the diner, I rolled down my window and turned up my radio. I happily sang along to whatever I had playing at the time.

It had been a long time since I felt like this. Excitement and adrenaline were a normal part of a hunt. This. This was different. This was butterflies and a kind of nervous excitement that I never thought I was going to actually have a good reason to experience.

I could sense that so much was about to change.

--Part Two: History--

You taught me 'bout your past, thinking your future was me

Everything changed.

Over the next number of months, it felt like my entire life had changed.

I was suddenly never alone on a hunt. I always had backup or support. I was incredibly fortunate.

Sam had gone out of his way to make sure I was happy and taken care of. He found all of the perfect times to hold me and kiss me. If he wasn't there, I would get regular texts and calls to check in on me and let me know that he was still alive. I don't think there was a time I didn't feel cared about.

I hadn't moved into the bunker yet, but it was pretty common for me to drive by and stay a night or two between hunts.

One of those mornings, I woke up to Sam holding the side of my face, rubbing his thumb in circles.

"Morning," I muttered, moving closer to him.

His hand moved from my face to pull me closer, "Morning."

"How long have you been up," I asked.

"Not long," he shrugged.

I knew what that meant. More often than not, it meant that he probably didn't sleep at all.

"What happened," I replied immediately.

He grinned, "You always know."

"It's a gift," I joked. "Now, what happened?"

"Just a nightmare," he mumbled.

"Wanna talk about it?"

He didn't usually say yes. He usually avoided the topic. I don't know if it just hurt him or if he was too scared of being some kind of burden. I tried everything to make him know that it was okay to talk about these things. That I was still going to be there for him. His pain wasn't going to make me run.

When Sam hesitated for a moment, I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. I moved to kiss his other cheek.

"You don't have to hide things from me," I said softly before pecking his lips. "You can talk to me, Sam."

He let out a quiet sigh. I cupped the sides of his face and pecked his lips again.

"I love you, Sam," I said. "I won't push you to talk, but I don't want you to hide from me when you want to talk about it."

That seemed to be what pushed him. He leaned his forehead on mine and shut his eyes for a moment. I watched him, looking for any sign that he was uncomfortable or upset. His eyes opened again as I was studying him. He grinned.

"Thank you," he mumbled. I smiled back.

He reached a hand up and held one I had laying on his cheek. He pressed a kiss to my palm.

"It was... It was about something that happened a while ago," he started explaining. "I... I tried to close the gates of hell."

"Right before the angels fell, right," I asked. I remembered it vividly. Nothing had looked so beautiful and terrifying all at once.

"Yeah," he nodded. "After I stopped the last trial, I was almost dead. An angel ended up possessing me. He helped heal me, but... he... he took control of my body and he..."

Sam trailed off for a moment, squeezing his eyes shut again. I pressed a kiss to his forehead. When I moved back again, his eyes had opened again.

"He killed one of my friends," his voice was shaking a little bit now. "He killed him using my body. It's just all... it's all so vivid."

I pulled Sam closer as I saw the tears in his eyes. He hid his face in the crook of my neck. The wall broke. He started crying and wrapped his arms a little tighter around me.

"I'm so sorry, Sam," I whispered. "I don't know how to help you, but I'll do anything I can. I'm going to be right here, Sam. I promise."

His grip on me tightened even more.

"Anything you want to tell me," I promised. "I'm here to listen."

I let the words slip out of my mouth because I was convinced. Convinced that this was going to be a relationship that lasted for years to come. I was convinced that Sam thought the same thing.

--Part Three: Resurrection--

He's gonna say it's love, you never called it what it was 'Til we were dead and gone and buried Check the pulse and come back swearing it's the same After three months in the grave

I don't know if believing in forever was normal or immature.

After leaving Sam, I was definitely leaning towards immature.

I don't know where the change happened.

Suddenly, hunting in harmony turned to arguing about theories and methods. We were bickering in the middle of hunts. It was making us worse. It was making things dangerous.

Even outside of hunts, things shifted.

The normal loving and caring behavior seemed to change. I wouldn't have minded much. I could've excused it as the "puppy love" phase wearing off.

However, he was actively avoiding affection. I could only ignore that for so long.

Then, we started having arguments about that.

It took a lot of work for me to feel safe enough to put my foot down without feeling like I was being childish.

Leaving was hard.

It was loud and messy. He didn't give up until I had slammed the door behind me and left.

I just couldn't shake everything.

It had been my first big break-up. I had been in small relationships, but they never really went anywhere before my relationship with Sam.

Sam had left a mark on me. He had become an intricate part of my life. And I missed him. I missed us. Everything felt so different. I didn't want different. I wanted him.

Seeing him a few months after the break-up was a blessing and a curse.

"(Y/n)."

As soon as I looked over, I wanted to pretend that I didn't hear him. Sam was jogging over from where his brother had parked.

"Hey," he said softly, grinning at me.

"Hi," I replied awkwardly.

"Been a while," he pointed out. I nodded. "You're here working the case, right?"

"Yeah," I muttered. "I have a theory that it's a shifter."

"Really?"

I nodded before looking away awkwardly, "I'm gonna go get settled in my room. Good luck."

"(Y/n), wait."

Sam walked behind me to my door. I tried to ignore him, but I couldn't do much when he put his hand on the door to stop me from closing it.

"What," I snapped.

"Can we talk," he asked. "Please."

I paused for a moment. I just looked at him.

He looked so sad. Sad and nervous. He didn't push the door anymore. He just watched me, hoping that I was going to talk to him.

I let out a sigh and stepped back, opening the door enough for him to walk inside.

"What do you want," I asked after closing the door behind him. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I want to apologize," he said. "I... I miss you."

I let out a sigh, biting back any response that could've formed.

"I should've trusted you more and taken care better care of you," he continued. "I should've treated you far better than I did. And I'm so, so sorry."

I just nodded. I didn't actually know what to say. My arms uncrossed as he stepped forward. He slowly reached over and grabbed my hands.

"Is there any way we could try again," Sam asked.

I stared down at our hands.

"Please," he was almost whispering.

I looked back up at his face. I missed him. I missed him so much. That was all I could think of as I watched him. Nothing else mattered to me at that moment.

"I love you," he muttered.

I finally moved and pressed my lips against his. I pulled my hands away from his and wrapped my arms around his neck. Sam's hands moved to my sides, pulling me closer to him.

As my back met the door, I felt everything around me relax. I grinned against his lips.

I was so happy to try again. I was so happy to have him with me again.

It felt like all was right again.

--Part Four: Possibly Promising--

And there we are again when nobody had to know You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath

It had all worked out very well.

After our moment in the motel, everything went back to how it should've been.

We were happy again.

Sam was back to being the loving and caring guy that I had fallen for originally. We stopped arguing. Hunting became normal again. It all started going back to normal.

I had gotten so used to all of the good things.

The times when he didn't hesitate before kissing me. The mornings I woke up in his arms. The long drives spent bullying Dean into letting us change the music sometimes. Being able to hold Sam's hand whenever I wanted to.

It was all just so perfect.

I had even moved into the bunker full-time.

Sam had been very excited about that. You do not know comedy until you've seen a 6'4" man run around like a small puppy playing with a toy for the first time.

Love had become normal for us. It was everything I had dreamed of.

I didn't even think of something that was wrong until we had gone over to Jody's after a hunt. It was my first time actually meeting her, but I had heard countless stories. The brothers adored her.

We all sat around her table; the brothers, me, her, Claire, and Alex.

Dean was in the middle of a story about one of our latest hunts when I reached over to grab Sam's hand.

It took him maybe a second and a quick glance at me before his hand left mine, patting it twice before moving away. I brought my hand back toward myself and forced the smile to stay on my face.

Did he always do things like that in front of other people? Had I just never noticed?

I tried to ignore the feeling of Claire's eyes burning into the side of my head as I watched Dean telling the story.

I was going to talk to Sam about what had happened, but I didn't get a chance.

Once we got back to the bunker and Dean went to bed, Sam pressed his lips to mine. He managed to effectively take my attention away from the dinner situation.

"I love you," he mumbled as he kissed me again.

I muttered the same three words against his lips.

He made it all seem so simple during times like this.

Why couldn't he make me feel this loved outside of the moments we were alone? I wasn't expecting make-out sessions, but... why couldn't he hold my hand?

The thoughts were pushed out of my head as Sam moved to kiss my forehead and pull me close to him.

Maybe I was just being silly. Maybe this was just part of a normal relationship that I didn't understand.

Sam loved me. I knew that. That was all that mattered.

--Part Five: Maturity--

The idea you had of me, who was she? A never-needy, ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you

I had tried.

I had tried to accept our normal. It wasn't going to be what I had seen in romantic films. I knew that. I could understand that.

However, there was only so long I could go without feeling like I was being hidden in some strange way.

I had tried to talk to him about it before. Every time I did, he would just kiss me and promise that he loved me. He would mutter something about trying to do better, and we would move on.

Nothing had changed.

I knew that.

He knew that.

I couldn't sit with it anymore. I couldn't sit with the anxiety anymore. I needed things to feel real. I loved him so much. I just wanted to know whether he actually felt the same or not.

"We need to talk," I said bluntly, suddenly sitting up in bed. If I had only asked to talk, he'd change the subject.

Sam had been resting against the headboard. I had been lying on his chest. He had been holding a book open for both of us to read.

"Okay," he replied slowly, closing the book and placing it on the bedside table.

"Is... Is there a reason you seem so... cold outside of the bunker," I asked.

"Cold," he repeated.

"Yeah," I nodded.

He furrowed his eyebrows.

"You never kiss me or hold my hand or act like we're dating, really," I explained. "I just... I don't like getting the cold shoulder like that, Sam."

He sat up, reaching forward and touching my waist, "I'm sorry. You know that I love you-"

"Stop doing that," I cut him off. "I'm sorry, but every time I bring this up, you do the same thing. You promise that you love me, and you'll try to do better, but nothing changes. Just give me a genuine answer."

He blinked at me a few times. He was clearly caught off guard by my anger. He had been convinced that this situation had been handled.

"I just... I'm not used to the physical affection thing."

"Sam, I would believe that if we didn't use to be super affectionate all the time," I said. "It wasn't until months after we got back together that this started."

"You asked for a genuine answer-"

"And you gave me more bullshit," I snapped.

Sam rolled his eyes and stood up, walking over to his desk.

"What are you doing," I asked.

"Cooling off," he muttered. "Sorry that I wasn't expecting you to be so needy."

"Needy? I just want you to treat me like your partner," I corrected. "I don't need you to be all over me, but I'm saying it wouldn't hurt for you to hold my hand every now and then."

"Maybe I would be able to do that if my partner didn't act like a child all the time."

I scoffed, "You made the decision to date someone almost a decade younger than you. We both knew the age gap before we agreed to be together."

"Because I thought you were mature," he replied, turning to face me. "I didn't realize you would constantly be childish."

"I... I'm not being childish-"

"Yes, you are," he snapped, voice raising slightly. "You're seriously begging me to hold your hand. You don't see how immature that is? Are you not embarrassed?"

My jaw clenched, "Why should I be embarrassed? Are you?"

"I didn't say that," he said. "I said you should be."

"Well, I'm not," I replied. "I don't think I should be embarrassed for asking you to act like you love me."

He rolled his eyes.

"You just wanted someone pretty," I mumbled, tears filling my eyes. "Someone to give you everything you wanted with no argument. You just wanted someone to give you all that they had without you having to lift a finger."

When he didn't reply, I stood up.

"As soon as I ask for more than maybe the bare minimum, you clam up," I was shaking. "Oh my god. I'm so stupid."

He just watched as I grabbed my bag and started throwing some of my things in.

"What are you doing," he finally asked.

"I'm leaving," I said. "I... I can't be in a relationship where I feel like this. I am anxious every time we leave the bunker and not in the normal hunter way. I spend every drive wondering if you give a shit and I'd be more forgiving, but we've talked about this, and nothing has changed."

"(Y/n)-"

"Don't," I held a hand up as he stepped forward. "Don't kiss me and tell me you love me because you do that every single time and nothing ever fucking changes."

I zipped up the bag, knowing that I didn't have everything. I just didn't care about that at the time.

"Come on," Sam forced a chuckle. "Let's lay down and talk. Relax. Come on."

I shook my head, going to leave the room. Sam grabbed my wrist, causing me to stop.

He pressed his lips to the side of my head. His kiss moved to my temple to my cheek to my jaw. In between kisses, he would mumble how much he loved me and how much he wanted me to stay.

I finally managed to pull myself away, making it out of the room and heading toward the garage. We had gone from talking and arguing to just yelling at each other so fast.

"(Y/n), stop!"

"No, Sam! I gave you chances! Endless chances! I can't do it anymore!"

I continued walking as I made it to the main room.

"Stop! Get your ass back here and talk to me!"

"Why? So you can try and convince me to come back again! No, Sam! I am done!"

Sam grabbed my wrist again. This time, it hurt. I panicked, going purely into fight mode.

"Let me go!"

"What the hell are you doing," Dean shouted, storming in just as I had yanked my arm out of Sam's hold. He stepped between Sam and me.

My shoulders tensed and my body felt like it folded in slightly. It was like my body was trying to make itself smaller. I took a few steps back nervously.

I tried to tune out Sam and Dean arguing. I didn't want to have any part of this. I just wanted to leave. I didn't want to put some kind of wedge between them. I couldn't do that to them.

"Come on," Dean said softly as he walked over. "I'll walk you out."

"Hey-"

"Stay here, Sam," Dean snapped quickly.

I let Dean lead me to the garage. I put my bag in the backseat and went to walk over to the driver's side.

"(Y/n)," he said before I got in. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I blinked back a fresh wave of tears, "It's not your fault, Dean."

"I'll... I'll get the rest of your stuff to you," he promised. "I'll figure something out."

"Thanks," I forced a grin.

He nodded before stepping away from my car.

I got in the driver's seat and started the car. As I drove away, I felt a few tears fall from my eyes.

I had no idea what was next. I had no idea how long it was going to take for this to stop hurting. All I knew was that I needed to go. I needed to get out.

I needed to run for my sake. That was all that mattered to me.

--Part Six: Finding Baseline--

Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it

I never considered how difficult healing and moving on could be.

I spent months feeling like I was stuck in the same state. Scared, confused, sad, angry. All of it was just jumbled in my head and I had no idea how to sort through any of it.

That would've been hard enough if I never saw Sam again.

But we were both hunters. It wasn't a complete surprise when we ended up in the same town again.

We were both checking into the same motel. I was walking to my room from the office.

I don't think I would've noticed him if he had kept his mouth shut.

"(Y/n)!"

I froze. My heart felt like it jumped into my throat. I looked over at him. He was walking over.

I shook my head, snapping myself out of that stunned state. I turned toward my room, starting to walk to the door as fast as I could.

"Hey-"

I turned around, shoving Sam away hard as he tried to grab my hand.

"Don't," I snapped.

"Hey," he held his hands up. "I just... I just wanted to talk."

"I don't want to," I replied. "Not at all."

"We just... We ended really suddenly," he continued. "I want a better understanding of what happened."

"Are you kidding? You have no idea?"

"Not enough to understand this reaction."

"You are not that stupid, Sam."

"I just want some closure," he pushed.

I scoffed and turned around, going to continue my walk. Sam let out a sigh before going to grab my hand again. I yanked it out of his reach.

"It is not my job to explain what you did wrong! Especially when it's so obvious!"

"How am I supposed to-"

"I don't fucking know, go see a therapist," I replied. "I just know that I'm not going to drag up all of that pain just so you can give me some half-assed apology and sleep a little better at night!"

He clenched his jaw.

"I would give anything to go back to the night we met and just leave after I killed that witch," I said. "Then, I would still be the same person I was before. I wouldn't have all of these memories that play on a constant loop. I wouldn't be having to work through so much shit before I felt normal again. I don't get to do that. You don't get to take the easy way out either. Do the fucking work, Sam. I am."

I turned around and started walking away before he could say anything else. I'd find another hunt somewhere. I just couldn't stay here any longer.

I threw the key into the motel room, not risking going back to the office.

As I pulled out of the motel parking lot, tears filled my eyes. I rolled down my window, letting the songs on the radio wash over me.

I just wanted to be myself again. I wanted to feel right again.

Why was that taking so damn long?

Wind in my hair, I was there, I was there Down the stairs, I was there, I was there Sacred prayer, I was there, I was there It was rare, you remember it

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Masterlist (Includes links to All Writing Challenges)

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Master List

Last Update ::  7/24/2024

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Damian Wayne  ::

Together

Paring :: older/adult!Damian Wayne x  fem!Reader

Warnings  ::  Angst

Word Count ::  1190

Summary  ::  All you wanted was to make sure Damian knew he was never alone

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Dating HCs

Pairing :: older/adult!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader

Headcanon :: How Damian gets into and acts in a relationship

Word Count :: 1,676

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Bunny Ears

Pairing :: older/adult!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader

Warnings :: none, except embarassment

Word Count :: 956

Summary :: You got Damian to wear bunny ears.

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NSFW HCs

Pairing :: older/adult!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader

Headcanon :: Damian NSFW

Word Count :: 484

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT

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Damian NSFW Blurb

Pairing :: older/adult!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, SMUT/NSFW, cock warming, teasing(i guess)

Word Count :: 185

Summary :: um…. none…. I just… I wrote this little blurb a while ago. This is shameless smut with no plot.

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Steve Rogers ::

Tainted : Part One , Part Two 

Pairing :: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, Smut/NSFW

Summary ::  Everyone teased Steve for being “a boy scout”, but you find out he’s not so innocent after all.

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Bucky Barnes ::

His

Paring :: mafia dark!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, Smut/NSFW, Dark Themes, Possessiveness, Oral(M Recieving), Deep Throating

Word Count :: 2,787

Summary :: Bucky’s had a long day and you’re the only one he can release his stress on

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Thin Walls

Pairing :: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/Smut, Masturbation(M&F), Oral(M Reciving)

Word Count :: 2,707

Summary :: The walls in your apartment are thinner than you thought

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The Soldat and The Flower : Part One , Part Two , Part Three  ,  Part Four , Part Five

Pairing :: soldat!Bucky Banres x petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: DARK/MATURE THEMES, 18+ Content/SMUT, Dub-Con, Mentions of Abuse, Suicidal Behavior, Slight Possessive Behavior, Stockholm Syndrome

Summary ::  The Soldat finds a flower he intends to keep forever.

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Peter Parker ::

Dream

Paring :: Peter Parker x gender neutral!Reader

Warnings :: DARK THEMES, Depression, Mentions of Death, Mourning

Word Count :: 2,025

Summary ::    As a dream walker, you help people heal and move on. One day, you end up in the dream of someone mourning.

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Matt Murdock ::

Catching The Devil’s Attention : Part One , Part Two

Paring :: soft dark!Matthew Murdock x latinx fem!Reader

Warnings :: SOFT DARK/MATURE THEMES. 18+ Content/SMUT, Possessive behavior, Religious talk, Religious Imagery, NSFW activities in a CHURCH, Slight depression

Summary ::  Matt’s devil within wishes to consume an angel

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Ransom Drysdale ::

Jealous Quickie

Pairing:: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Jealousy

Word Count :: 870

Summary :: Ransom gets jealous leading to a quickie where he reminds you who you belong to.

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NSFW HCs

Pairing :: Ransom Drysdale x shrot/petite fem!Reader

Headcanon :: Ransom NSFW

Word Count :: 700

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Size Kink

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Trapped

Pairing :: dark!Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, SMUT/NSFW, Non-Con/Rape, Dark

Word Count :: 1,854

Summary :: Thanks to a blizzard, Ransom finally has you trapped

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Eric Northman ::

Strawberries and Peaches

Pairing  ::  Eric Northman  x  fem!Reader

Warnings  ::  18+ Content, Angst, Smut, Mentions of Blood, Bloodplay(?idk he’s a vampire so-?), Death

Word Count  ::  3,588

Summary  ::  Eric thought he had lost you centuries ago, and yet here you were again.

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Ray Palmer ::

If We’re Quick

Pairing :: Ray Palmer x short/petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, Smut/NSFW, Size Kink, Thigh Riding

Word Count :: 1,773

Summary :: Ray convinces you that if you’re quick, the team won’t catch you

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John Constantine ::

Be Still

Pairing :: John Constantine x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, Smut/NSFW Content, Cock Warming

Word Count :: 693

Summary :: All you wanted was to help John rest and ended up sitting on his lap instead

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Clark Kent ::

Racing Heart

Pairing  ::  Clark Kent  x  short/petite fem!Reader

Warnings  ::  18+ Content, Smut, Size Kink

Word Count  ::  4,265

Summary  ::  You never knew why, but whenever you were around Clark, your heart always raced.

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Floating

Pairing :: Clark Kent x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, Light NSFW/Smut (they don’t have sex, but there is some grinding)

Word Count :: 1,418

Summary :: Clark helps you gain of your newly acquired levitation

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Need

Pairing :: Clark Kent x short/petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/Smut , Slight Size Kink

Word Count :: 1,328

Summary :: A little make out session between you and Clark gets heated and this time, you two get to go all the way.

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Rick Flag ::

Heat Up

Pairing :: Rick Flag x short/petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, Smut/NSFW Content, Size Kink

Word Count :: 2,439

Summary :: Rick isn’t too happy Digger tries to tease you

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Conner Kent ::

Dating A Witch HCs

Pairing :: Conner Kent(RoS) x witch!Reader

Headcanon :: Connor dating a witch

Word Count :: 378

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Napoleon Solo ::

Brat

Pairing  ::  Napoleon Solo x  fem!Reader

Warnings  ::  18+ Content, Smut, Spanking, Dubcon

Word Count  ::  1,236

Summary  ::  "Don’t make me put you over my knee later on.” “Did you hear Illya say that?”

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Bonnie Gold ::

Kiss It Better

Pairing  ::  Bonnie Gold x fem!Reader

Warnings  ::  Blood, Fighting(he’s a boxer)

Word Count  ::  1,959

Summary  ::  Bonnie’s never wanted you to see him in the ring, worried how you’d react

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Tommy Shelby ::

Don’t Be Gentle

Paring :: Thomas Shelby x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Degragation Kink, Oral(M Reciving)

Word Count :: 1,332

Summary ::  You decide to tell Tommy how turned on you get when you see him angry

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Lambert ::

Hallway

Paring :: Lambert(Netflix Show) x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT

Word Count :: 577

Summary ::   Lambert and you have some fun in the hallway

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Raymond Smith ::

Pleasant Distraction

Paring :: Raymond Smith x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT

Word Count :: 640

Summary ::  Though you tried to help Ray take a small break, you somehow ended up bent over his desk instead

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Tangerine ::

Phone Fun

Paring :: Tangerine x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Phone sex, Masturbation(F&M)

Word Count :: 1310

Summary ::  Tangerine’s been gone for a while and you each miss each other a lot

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Huck Finnigan ::

HCs

Pairing :: Huck Finnigan x fem!Reader

Headcanon :: How you and Huck start dating

Word Count :: 740

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Vinsmoke Sanji ::

Vacation :: Part One, Part two, Part Three

Paring :: OPLA!Sanji x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Oral(f recieving), Semi-Public sex(they did it in an alley), Light teasing

Word Count :: 3,373

Summary ::  After being forced on a vacation at the Baratie, you catch the eye of a certain blond cook who loves to tease you.

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Aemond Targaryen ::

A Prince Turned King

Paring :: Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, dub-con, some obsessive behavior, abuse of power, oral(m), SPOILERS for HOTD Season 2(like don’t even read the summary, sorry about the title, it was the best I could come up with)

Word Count :: 2009

Summary ::   Aemond finally takes you once he’s appointed Prince Regent

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I Need You To Kiss Me

Bill Weasley x Gender Neutral!Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1847

This is rather short and unedited but i thought it was cute so i hope you guys like ittt ❤️

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Bill watched you with a look of interest, the bright yellow accents of your house robes seemed to glow in the morning stream of sunlight that entered the great hall. You laughed at something Charlie was saying, his hands coming out to mimic the flap of what Bill could only assume was a dragon. It was his favorite part of the day, watching you talk to his brother. Unlike usual sibling rivalry, Bill was rarely ever jealous of other men, especially his own brother, and Charlie was well aware of his brother's feelings for the giggly Hufflepuff.

Charlie Weasley attempted to make a shadow puppet of a dragon, the look of determination and the awkward hand gestures made you erupt into a fit of giggles making Charlie shove your shoulder. You two had met in the year prior, you had been asked to be the study partner of a boy in the year below you, a Gryffindor nonetheless. Charlie was the one who walked into the library the next day, glowing ginger curls sat messily atop his head and freckles littered his face and neck. He was also ridiculously tall and burly, but his goofy smile and energetic wave was enough to prove he’d be good company.

You two had been friends since then, and as if it couldn’t get any better Charlie’s older brother Bill would often come by the library to meet with his brother after the study sessions. Bill was overtly handsome, he had the same red hair- though it fell in a more relaxed wave and was just long enough for the bottom layers to brush his shoulders and the top layers his ears- and freckles that kissed the tip of his nose and scattered across his cheeks. Confidence oozed out his pores like honey, Bill Weasley was the most intimidatingly gorgeous man you had ever seen.

“Oi, Bill! What about it then?”

Bill turned toward the sound, coming face to face with Calvin Clark, a fellow Gryffindor and quidditch teammate. He raised his eyebrows, silently asking to be filled on what he missed while he was doing his morning ogling.

“You’re not still hung up on that puff, are you?” Leonard Throndson asked, another teammate of Bill’s.

Bill chuckled, moving to fully face his pestering friends, “And would that be so bad?”

His facial expression was playful, but his tone let the boys know he’d do as he pleased regardless of what they said.

Calvin was the one to answer, “You’ve never been this interested in someone before and not tried asking them out before.”

“Is it cause they’re screwing Charlie?” Leonard asked, mouth fuller than his focus in the conversation.

The question earned him a whack to the back of the head by Bill making him pout and reach a hand up to rub the back of his head.

“They aren’t screwing Charlie, but they are his friend and we don’t really know each other. Reckon, it would be rather awkward if I just up and snogged my brother’s best friend.”

Calvin and Leonard nodded in agreement but Bill continued, “Maybe I’ll ask Charlie about them…”

“That’s great and all Bill, but back to my question. You up for a party this Friday?”

A sound of shock came out of Leonard’s, once again, full mouth making Bill and Calvin watch him muscle down the large helping of eggs he had shoveled into his mouth just minutes before.

“You should invite Y/n, then bam! Make your move at the party.”

Bill thought for a moment, considering the plan, “Not a bad idea.”

The boys were then immersed in party planning, Bill feeling his excitement start to simmer at the mere prospect of asking you out.

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You were leaving transfiguration when Bill Weasley pulled you to the side, a gentle arm guiding the small of your back. Once he came to a stop in front of Professor Binns classroom, you face him with a small smile.

“Everything alright, Bill?”

Bill leaned on the wall next to the door, his shoulder propping him up as he crossed his shins loosely and the best nonchalant expression he could muster fixed on his face.

“There’s a party this Friday in the Gryffindor common room, you should come.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, eyes glancing down at your feet, “Yeah that would be-that would be great I’d love to come.”

“What if I asked you to come with me, as my date.”

You gave him an incredulous look, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to find something to say.

He was incredibly forward and his confidence was exhilarating, not at all a turn off, and of course he was devilishly handsome and you’d want nothing more than to be his date but you didn’t talk to him much, and you thought he didn’t really pay attention to his brother’s friend.

“You wanna go on a date with me?”

Bill chuckled, hand coming up to comb back his hair and you felt your knees wobble at the sight, “Yeah, if you’re comfortable with that. If not you should still come to the party.”

“I’d love to come to the party, Bill, as your date.” You smiled, cheeks starting to ache.

“Brilliant, I’ll come pick you up by the barrels at 7:00 Friday night.”

You nodded, words seemingly having escaped you as your eyes followed his retreating frame, only to be startled by another Weasley. Charlie impressively snuck up behind you, successfully making you just when he popped into your eye line.

“What was Bill saying?” He asked, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

Charlie had been made aware of Bill’s plans to ask you to the party by the man himself, and he couldn’t be happier at the thought of his older brother dating his best friend. He thought you two would be a perfect match far before any feelings were realized between Bill and yourself. Bill’s rugged exterior would compliment the softness of your being, and vice versa. Not to mention, you were both rather attractive people and Charlie was sure the sight of you two as a couple would be the talk of the school.

“He just asked if I would want to go to the Gryffindor party with- you knew!” You gasped, hand shooting out to smack Charlie’s shoulder.

He just nodded with a blinding smile, “He may have mentioned wanting to ask you out.”

You shook your head in disbelief, unable to keep yourself from laughing, “Get to class you ninny.”

Charlie jogged off, dodging another hit from you as he chuckled, his laughter being heard through the corridor.

---

Friday night arrived faster than anticipated, and your nerves were barely still intact. You had planned and replanned how the night would go over and over again in your head, praying to any celestial being or otherwise that you wouldn’t make a complete fool of yourself in front of Bill.

6:58

That was the time you left your common room to wait for Bill, only he was already standing by the barrels with a smile playing on his lips.

“Was afraid you’d stood me up.” He laughed, hand moving to intertwine with yours as he led you to the Gryffindor towers.

You averted his gaze as you responded, “I thought about it, but felt bad in the end.”

Bill slapped his hand to his chest and he let out a dramatic gasp, “You’ve wounded me, Y/n. I thought Hufflepuffs were meant to be kind?”

“Guess I’ve always been a bit of a rebel.” You teased, glancing to see Bill looking at you with a smile and eye crinkles that made your heart leap.

“Perfect.”

The party was already in full swing by the time Bill ushered you through the portrait hole, hand finding its way around your waist and unmoving from the spot making unruly butterflies erupt in your belly.

He guided you toward a couch in the middle of the room where Charlie was sitting with a few other quidditch teammates of his and Bill’s that you could vaguely recognize, but they all greeted you with smiles.

“Y/n! How are you? It’s so much nicer seeing you in person rather than hearing Bill describe your dazzling smile or twinkling eyes.” Leonard spoke with such intense honesty, deriving from the few drinks he had before you arrived, it made you giggle as you turned to Bill who was now glaring daggers at Leonard.

“Twinkling eyes huh?” You asked Bill.

He smiled down at you, ignoring the way Leonard was now trying to push his way to the dancefloor, and gave a flirty response, “They are quite the sight, ‘specially when you’re laughing.”

Charlie smiled at the sight of his brother and his best friend getting all cozy on the couch as the party raged on. Bill’s hand resting respectfully on your knee, his thumb rubbing small circles.

It seemed you had melted into the couch and Bill’s side, he had one arm around you while the other rested on your leg that had been pulled to cross over one of his legs. You were completely facing him as you two talked, his hand that was around your shoulder coming up every so often to play with the ends of your hair as he spoke. He was more than happy to talk about his big family, and all his brothers. Charlie you knew, but he told you about Percy, the reserved adult trapped in a boy, then there were Fred and George, the wild twins that had a knack for causing trouble, and Ron, the youngest brother who had a new found love of food after a picky few years. But his smile widened and eyes crinkled with glee as he told you about the youngest, Ginny, his only sister.

“Poor girl’s only going to have brother’s growing up, but I reckon she’ll be able to take care of herself alright, she’s already pretty good at it.” He chuckled thinking of seven year old Ginny telling off Ron for eating her chicken wing.

And you told him about yourself, your family, and your fondest memories all while Bill listened carefully, a fond smile on his face as he watched your eyes twinkle just as he had described to Leonard and Calvin.

Soon your voice started to fade as you, quite literally, lost yourself in his eyes. Both of you leaned closer, at such a slow pace it was almost undetectable but the invisible pull was definitely noticed by you and Bill.

He stopped just before his lips reached yours, his hand coming up to hold your jaw as he looked into your eyes as he spoke, “Would it be terribly inappropriate of me to kiss you right now?”

Words, yet again, escaped you and left a simple, almost desperate, nod as your only answer to his question as you tried to lean closer to his lips.

“I need your words, love.”

Your voice was needy and whispered, “I need you to kiss me, Bill.”

He didn’t hesitate.

[sunflowergirl522]

Eight Letters

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Request by Anon: May I request an imagine of the reader serenading Peter just because they are really in love with him and they find it easier to express their love towards him through music? . Maybe they ask him to lend them his guitar and at first Peter doesn't know why but then he finds out that it was to serenade him.(also can it be gender neutral reader?)

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any but just in case language

Word count: 610

Masterlist

You’re awful at expressing your emotions, always have been. Music has always been a big help with that though. When Peter had first told you that he loved you, you panicked and said ‘ditto’. Peter didn’t mind though, he’s known you long enough to know how bad you were with this kind of stuff. So when the two of you started dating he wasn’t ever really expecting you to say it, it’s the way you acted around him that told him all he needed to know. 

You’re both hanging out in his basement listening to music when you notice the guitar leaning against a wall. You’ve been trying to figure out how exactly to tell him you love him because it’s about time you actually said it. You just can’t ever seem to find the right words to actually do it, and ‘I love you’ is just hard for you to say. So seeing the guitar made a light bulb light up in your head.

“Hey Peter, is that guitar new?” 

“Yeah, I stole it thinking I would learn to play but I haven’t tried to yet. Why?”

“Can I use it?” He doesn’t answer with words, instead he turns the music off and the instrument is placed in your hands in just a few seconds. You take a moment to get used to strumming the strings and remembering the chords you need. Soon enough you start to strum the intro for the song and start to sing Baby I’m Yours to your boyfriend hoping that it’s enough to show him how much you love him. When you look up at Peter after finishing the song he’s beaming at you.

“I’m sorry, did you just serenade me?” You shove him and put the guitar down, propping it against the couch.

“Oh shut up!” The two of you laugh together.

“I love when you sing to me.” Peter says as he wraps an arm around your shoulder and brings you closer to him. “You have such a wonderful voice Y/n.”

“Thanks.” You feel your face heat up in a blush at the compliment. 

“I love you too by the way.”

“You wanna watch Star Wars?” You change the subject, like normal, while getting up and grabbing the movie case, holding it up as you finish asking. God you’re so stupid, why do you have to always bring up something else when those eight letters come up in conversation. Peter just smiles at you and stretches out his legs in front of him.

“Yeah, sure, whatever you want babe.” You put it in and take your spot next to him again, leaning your head on his shoulder.

You start to get tired after the first movie and halfway through Empire you start to doze off. Your head nuzzles into Peter’s shoulder and he readjusts you and himself so that way your head is in his lap so you’ll be more comfortable. He doesn’t want you to have a pain in your neck because you fell asleep sitting up with your neck turned uncomfortably. A dopey smile makes its way onto your face as you wrap your arms around his waist and dig your head into his stomach sleepily.

“I love you Pete.” You murmur into his shirt in your sleepy daze before fading off.

Peter freezes. Did he really just hear what he thought he heard. His stomach fills with butterflies and for a moment he’s afraid you’d hear them fluttering about and wake up.The biggest goofiest smile shows up on his face as he keeps thinking about how he just heard those eight letters come out of your mouth.

Peter Taglist: @elaineygrace @simpforquicksilver @loveyou3000-mcu @quickparkers @spider-starry @b3d0fr0s3s @stars-of-clarke @strawb3rrydr3ss

Marvel Taglist: @its-the-autism-innit-luv @amourtentiaa @xxspqcebunsxx @obsessedwithbuckybarnes @thenormanreedus @rorysreallyrandom @sxtansqueen @fandomsrejects @stephyra 

Everything Taglist: @buckysbeloved​ @ninuffi @i-love-superhero @kolakube9

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E2; Chapter Two, The Weirdo On Maple Street- [Pt. 3]

A Will Byers x Gender Neutral!Reader Series

𝘠/𝘯, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯.

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"Ready are you? What knows you of ready?" Mike spoke in a voice that was supposed be Yoda's.

Mike had been showing her his room; he was now showing her all of his toys. El gave him strange looks at his unusual voice. He continues in his normal voice.

"His name is Yoda. He can use the Force to move things with his mind, like this." Mike then quickly shoves all of the toys off the table.

"Whoosh!"

Eleven looks around and all sorts of items she had never seen before on Mike's dresser. Mike, had now moved on to his favorite dinosaur toy.

"This is my dinosaur, Rory. Look, he has a speaker in his mouth so he can roar." He turns to show her, only to realize she was now by his dresser and was looking closely at everything in curiosity. He put down Rory and joined her.

Eleven took note of all the things before her; what appeared to be a shiny gold woman with wings and many other figurines like it that stood on wooden platforms.

"Oh, these are all my science fair trophies. We got first every year. Except for last year when we got third. Mr. Clarke said it was totally political."

El smiled at one of the trophies that read HAWKINS MIDDLE SCHOOL TEAM PROBLEM SOLVING CHAMPIONS, next to it a picture with five kids all holding a large trophy. El recognized everyone. She smiled when she saw the only friend of Mike's that offered to help her; Y/n. They were standing in the middle, one hand holding the trophy, the other one was behind a smiling boy, two fingers sticking up making it look like he had bunny ears.

El's smile fell when it dawned on her that she recognized the boy. She gasped silently, her mouth agape. Mike took note of this and watched her carefully as she slowly brought her finger to the picture. Mike watched as her finger landed on his missing friend.

He looked back at her in shock. "You know Will?" She didn't say anything, her mouth still open and a very concerned look on her face.

"Did you see him? Last night? On the road?"

Before she could say anything, the loud noise of halting vehicle broke the silence. Mike quickly ran to his window in a panic, his mom was pulling up the driveway.

He ran back over to El.

"We gotta go."

He grabs her hand, yanks open his bedroom door, and drags her down the steps. He halts at the landing of stairs, staring in horror as his mom is at the front door, closing it behind her. Her youngest, Holly was in her arms, and so were her groceries. Before she could see anything, Mike ran back upstairs with El, as quickly and quietly as possible.

Karen Wheeler stopped in her tracks when she thought she heard someone upstairs.

"Ted? Is that you?" She calls out.

"Just me mom!" Mike yelled out frantically as he ran through the hallway.

"Mike? What are you doing home?"

"One second!" He brought El back into his room and lead her to his closet, not before closing his bedroom door.

"In here. I'll be right back, okay?" Mike instructed, slightly out of breath.

El stood rooted in place, fear in her eyes.

But Mike was frantic. "Please, you have to get in, or my mom, she'll find you. Do you understand?" El only looked at the closet, then back at Mike.

"I won't tell her about you. I promise."

"Promise?" She asked, clearly confused.

"It means something that you can't break. Ever." He explained quickly.

"Michael?" Mike's mom could be heard from downstairs.

They both looked to the door, then back at each other. "Please?" Mike pleaded.

El looks between Mike and the closet, unsure before walking inside, and turning to Mike. He quickly closed the door and she began to back up further into the closet, panic setting in.

- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

"Pop!"

Eleven struggles to break free from the men's hold as they carry her by her arms down, back into the room.

Sobs racked her body as she uses all her strength to turn and look back at Papa.

"Papa!" He steps out into the hallway and remains standing, doing nothing to help her, yet she still calls for him.

"Papa! No!" She screams her throat raw and her legs never stop kicking.

"Papa!"

They round the corner and at the end of the short hallway lays the dreaded room. The cold unwelcoming florescent lights flood from the open door. Her resistance becomes stronger and more violent.

"No! No! No!"

Her screams become incoherent when the two men chuck her to the ground, she scrambles to feet in an attempt to stop the copper door from closing. Alas, she is too late for the steel door had slammed shut before her.

"Papa!" She yelled, slamming her palms against the cold copper.

"Papa!" She tries banging her fists, but to no avail.

"Papa! Papa! Papa!" Her screams turn to sobs.

"Papa."

She backs away from the door and retreats to the corner of the very small room where she tucked herself away. Her heart sinks to the floor with her, unable to do anything but curl up in a ball on the ice cold tile.

"Papa." She whimpers quietly.

- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

Eleven backs up until her back hit the wall and she slides down till she is sitting on Mike's floor. She hugs her knees to her chest and allows her sobs to come.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"I just... I don't feel good." Mike was sat, hands folded together on his couch with his mother. He was giving her a false excuse of why he was at home during a school day.

"I woke up and my head, it really hurt bad, and my throat was all scratchy, and I wanted to tell you, but the last time I told you I was sick you made me go to school anyway, and-"

"Michael."

"Yeah?"

"I'm not mad at you."

Mike was surprised to hear this from his mother.

"No?"

"No, of course not." She adjusted herself so that she was closer to her son, grabbed his hand in her's and sighed.

"All this that's been going on with Will, I can't imagine what it's been like for you."

Mike looks down to his lap, taking it in. No one had asked how he was doing with his best friend missing. It was hard. The whole party was worried. He never considered that and it was... refreshing to hear that his mother understood. He looked back at his mother as she continued.

"I just... I want you to feel like you can talk to me. I never want you to feel like you have to hide anything from me. I'm here for you. Okay?"

He nods his head. They both look up when they hear a soft thud from upstairs.

"Is there someone else here?" She asks.

Michael considers what his mom just told him. "No."

"Huh. Weird. Hey by the way, did you do something to my plant out front? It looks amazing!"

"Oh, that? Um, well, no that was Y/n."

"Really? Wow! That's incredible, they need to tell me their secret. I could really use their help! Say, speaking of Y/n," she nudged her son, a teasing smirk on her face. "Anything going on between you two? Do you like them? Does they like you?" She asked, getting more excited with each question.

Mike's face scrunched up. "Ugh! Mom! They're just a friend! They're like family! How many times do I have to say that?" He whines.

"You're right, you're right! I'm sorry, my bad." She throws her hands up in surrender. "It's just... you two would be so cute toge—"

Mike stands up from the couch quickly. "Mom!" He interrupts, then sighs. "Thank you for understanding and letting me stay home, it means a lot, really. But I should probably go upstairs now and lay down, okay? Okay. Bye."

He runs upstairs before she can respond, leaving her sitting on the couch, in confusion.

"...Okay," she says to no one in particular.

||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Lucas, Dustin and I had biked to Mike's house to meet him there. Once we arrived, he quickly rushed us up to his room. El was sitting on Mike's bed, a blanket on her legs. I remain standing next to everyone else but I give El a smile and a wave. She timidly smiles and waves back.

"Are you out of your mind?" Lucas argued.

"Just listen to me." Mike began.

"You are out of your mind!"

"She knows about Will."

My head snaps up at the mention of him. "What?" I quickly look to El and then back at Mike, my eyes wide.

"What do you mean she knows about Will?" Dustin asks for me.

Mike took a few steps towards his dresser and picked up the picture of all five of us at the science fair.

"She pointed at him, at his picture. She knew he was missing. I could tell."

"You could tell?"

"Just think about it. Do you really think it was a coincidence that we found her on Mirkwood, the same place that Will disappeared?"

"That is weird." Dustin agreed.

I turned and slowly walked over to El, cautiously taking a seat next to her, but still giving her enough space. "Is that true?" I ask in a gentle whisper. She looked me in the eye and gulped, and ever so slightly nodded her head 'yes'.

I chuckle in disbelief and look at the boys hopefully.

"And she said bad people are after her. I think that maybe these bad people are the same ones who took Will."

"Guys, think about it. I think he's right. I think she might know what happened to him." I speak up, hope in my voice.

"Then why doesn't she tell us?"

"Well, maybe she's scared of you two," I accuse.

"Why should she be scared? I'm tired of this." He walks straight over to her and starts raising his voice.

"Do you know where he is?"

"Lucas..." I warn, my hands subconsciously ball into a fist in anger.

Suddenly he grabs her by the shoulders, shaking her and begins yelling in her face. "Do you know where Will is?"

"LUCAS!" I bark. Standing up immediately, I rip his arms of her, she's cowering in fear. "Dammit man, get your hands off of her! And you wonder why she's scared," I scoffed, crossing my arms.

"She should be scared! If you know where he is, tell us!" She doesn't say anything and she bites her lip trying not to cry. "Lucas! Listen to me. I know you're scared and worried about Will, okay? We all are, but we have to be patient okay? She's scared, she's lost, she probably doesn't know who to trust, we just need to be kind to her alright?" I plead.

"Ya know what? No. There's no time. This is nuts. We have to take her to your mom." He says turning back to Mike.

"No! Eleven said telling any adult would put us in danger." Mike argues.

For the first time in a while, Dustin spoke up, his voice soft.

"What kind of danger?"

"Her name is Eleven?" Lucas asks.

"El for short." Mike corrected casually.

"Mike, what kind of danger?" Lucas pressed, his voice grew significantly louder.

"Danger danger," Mike yelled back.

I look around, breathing heavily as I take everything in. Mike puts his hand up to my brother's forehead in the shape of a gun. Then the same to Lucas. Lucas swats away Mike's hand almost immediately.

Lucas begins to panic. "No, no, no! We're going back to plan A. We're telling your mom."

I try to grab his arm as he stomps towards the door, but he shoves my hand away. He rips open the door, only for the door to be slammed shut all on it's own, making everything around the room shake. We all stare at the door in confusion. He tries it again, but the door continues to slam shut. Then, we all see the lock turn by itself.

'Okay, well... I know I didn't imagine that.'

Simultaneously, we all turn to El to find her standing, blood dripping from her nose giving Lucas quite possibly the sharpest glare I have ever seen.

"No." She states firmly. It's enough to send a chill down my spine.

It's silent for a few moments and I breathe out a shocked chuckle. "That... was the coolest thing I have ever seen."

[andesiteworks]

A Safe World

Clarke Griffin x Reader

Warning: Angst, Miscarriage, General Sadness, this is just angst y’all, idk what to say, nothing graphic, just angsty

Summary: Happiness comes at a steep price

Requested by anonymous

Prompts:

13. “I lost our baby.”

80. “[Do they] know about the baby?”

i would like to clarify that despite it seeming like the reader having to be male, i chose to go a gender neutral route like yA know feRtiLity treatment oKay oKay tHx

also apologies cause this sucked, oOF

Clarke Griffin was a lot of things.

She was a daughter, a leader, a best friend, a strong woman, a ‘doctor’, and most of all, she was the love of your life.

But she was also going to be the mother of your children.

Now, this wasn’t a rash decision or even a mistake. You two were in love and most of all, you two were safe. For once in a very long time, the world seemed just a little more forgiving and a glimmer of hope had shone itself to both of you.

A family, one of your very own, seemed more possible than ever. You two had finally let yourselves be happy. More importantly, Clarke was letting herself be happy. Something she rarely ever does.

Heavy lies the head that wears the crown, after all.

So, this was more than just a big deal. It was a huge deal and for the first time in awhile, Clarke seemed genuinely excited and, well, happy.

But how long can a good thing really last if not temporarily?

You were in the midst of reading a book, quietly taking note of any names in the book that might make a good name for your future child, when you decided you needed a break and to stretch your legs.

Taking a walk, you stopped every now and then to speak to a few people like Bellamy but ultimately, you were just trying to clear your head which meant take a walk and then head back to your book.

Until, of course, you heard Clarke speaking in hushed yet shaky tones. “Clarke...” Raven trailed off, her voice like she was struggling to speak.

Alarm filled your veins, panic pulsing through your heart as you realized how the atmosphere seemed to darken around you. They were talking in a nearby room, like a closed off meeting from anybody else who might stumble upon them like...you.

Now, normally you would interject, your anxiousness getting the better of you but a particular phrase made your blood run completely cold.

“Do they...do they know about the baby?” Raven had asked, taking a shaky breath that took all of the air out of your own lungs. You could feel your knees threaten to buckle as your mind whirled with thoughts and worst-case scenarios.

You fell against the wall, the solid material the only thing grounding you as you struggled to hear more.

“No,” Clarke responded, her own voice sounding so stilted and uneasy. “I...I know. They, they need to know.”

Silence fell again and you struggled to pull yourself onto stable footing. In reality, your thoughts were more unstable than the rest of you. They were loud and unforgiving, like 1000 puzzle pieces for a 25 piece box.

“What do I need to know?” you finally managed to choke out, shambling into the doorway. Raven met your eyes first, having been faced the door, and you can see the sorrow etched across every part of her face.

She doesn’t offer you any other kind of reaction as Clarke turns, her composed expression beginning to shatter upon meeting your eyes. As Raven excuses herself, you can see tears begin to prick the eyes of the woman in front of you.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes. right away, only confusing and concerning you further. Her voice cracks and you can just hear the torment she’s been dealing with. “(Y/N), I am so sorry,” she repeats and in that moment, you can see the all too familiar face of someone threatening to crumble.

“Clarke...”

“I lost our baby.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you can feel your stomach churn. The words puncture every inch of your heart, they’re a sharpened knife reminding you of the world you’re in.

You want to ask how, you want to deny it, you want to scream, you want to cry, you want to do anything but, you’re frozen.

“I’m so sorry,” Clarke says again, tears beginning to streak down her face but neither of you make a move. Time seems to slow and you just want to wake up from whatever horrible nightmare you’ve found yourself in.

But this is real. Dreadfully and painfully real.

Before Clarke can speak again, you realize you’re now sobbing as well. It takes mere moments for both of you to fall into each other’s arms, the truth of the situation dawning on both of you.

You both finally let yourself be happy, believing your world was safe and that you could have a family. Like a pair of fools.

You were glad that Clarke was okay, reassuring her it wasn’t her fault but that didn’t fix the hurt that embedded itself in both of your hearts due to the future you had lost.

Maybe you could try again in the future but whether or not you ever would, that was another question entirely.

[brownjet-archive]

smuggled love {1}

pairing: bellamy blake x reader

summary: boisterous, strong-willed (y/n) of the 100, the supposed eldest, finds themselves butting heads with equally boisterous, strong-willed bellamy blake. to survive, they need to put their differences aside.

wc: 10.4k+ (it’s 31 mcfreaking pages)

warnings: swearing, blood, injury, too much dialogue

an: this is based off of The 100 episodes Pilot (1x1) and Earth Skills (1x2) also, thanks to @steelfeather and @bellamystannie for agreeing to meta read, it was super helpful!! Tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible!

You looked up as you heard the little whish, signaling the cell door was opening. Two guards entered the cell, and your cellmate began to panic as the guards came closer. You sent her a glare, trying to get her to calm down, that what she thought was going to happen was not going to happen.

Unfortunately, she didn’t understand, and instead became hysterical, resulting in the guard’s baton being used, making you wince, and having to close your eyes, trying to ignore the smell of slightly singed flesh.

“Hey asshole! What the hell’s your problem?” You shouted as the other guard grabbed you and placed a bracelet on you, not resisting, knowing that you would also end up at the mercy of the electric batons, and you were already going to Earth anyway. The guard simply grunted, and gripped you tighter than he had before, nearly dragging you out of the cell into skyblock where everyone seemed to be in a panic.

“I got it from here.” A familiar voice said, and the guard shoved you towards the other guard, before walking away.

“Took you long enough.” You teased, as you turned to face your best friend, Dave.

“Yeah, well someone had to pack up your shit.” He grumbled lightly, letting you know that he wasn’t really upset.

“Yes, and I thank you tremendously for that.” You replied, your words teasing, although you couldn’t hide the heaviness in your tone.

“Hey, you’re gonna be fine.” He reassured, though the air remained heavy, the severity of the situation hitting you.

“Yeah. What could possibly go wrong?” You asked sarcastically, trying not to think about the fact that the air could be toxic and you could die.

You were about to walk into the dropship, before Dave stopped you, the worry apparent in his eyes, and for the first time in awhile you saw the 19 year old boy that had been like a big brother to you growing up. “Stay safe, okay?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, hugging him tightly, feeling his arms wrap around you. “Thank you so much.” You whispered to him.

“Yeah, of course.”

You let go, smiling at him, kissing him on the cheek. “Don’t get caught.”

“Don’t die.”

—

You gripped the straps, squeezing your eyes shut, jaw clenched, trying to stop panicking about the flight. You generally hated space, but traveling through it, or rather, falling into the atmosphere was pretty scary.

A slight whimper escaped your lips, other people screaming as a sudden jolt shook the ship, signaling that the dropship had entered the atmosphere. Almost immediately, you heard Jaha’s voice, confusing you, causing you to slowly open your eyes to see him on the monitor that had been installed in the dropship. He proceeded to make some speech, as you rolled your eyes, tuning out, looking at the people around you. You silently applauded those who were in the standing harnesses, not being brave enough to use one.

“Asshole!” You shouted at the recording as he called you expendable, another kid shouting at someone, causing you to look over, doing nearly a double flip as you saw the child of the Chancellor sitting in one of the seats, next to the daughter of Councilor Griffin. Though you had known about her. Everybody did.

You were now paying attention to the monitor, as Jaha talked about some place called Mount Weather, your attention diverted as you heard an ecstatic shout, looking over to see Spacewalker floating around.

“Idiot!” You shouted at him, and it seemed that the Griffin girl had the same thought, chastising him for his spacewalk. “Hey, don’t do that!” You yelled at two more people who were taking of their harnesses, the monitor cutting out, and suddenly the dropship lurched.

The bodies collided with walls, and screams were heard, and you closed your eyes, contributing to the screams. Something was very wrong.

You refused to open your eyes as the sensation of falling continued, gripping the straps of the harness tightly, feeling the fabric digging into your skin. It finally stopped, your grip on the fabric loosening, and you took a shaky breath as you slowly opened your eyes, relief setting in.  

“Oh my fuck, we’re alive.” You muttered to yourself, in disbelief, so overjoyed that you were on the verge of tears.

“Listen. No machine hum.” You heard someone say, and it seemed that everyone was in the same state of disbelief.

“Whoa.”

“Holy shit.”

“That’s a first.”

There was a clicking noise, and you felt your restrains unlock, and you rushed to take them off, before jumping down through the center of the dropship, moving with the throng of people, eager to be free of a machine. You were also eager to get away from the bodies, not wanting to know if there were any casualties yet, which would put a damper on your mood.

You were stopped by a man who was definitely older than all of you, wearing a guard uniform, confusing you, because as far as you knew, you were supposed to be the oldest, a few days shy of 18.

“No! We can’t just open the doors.” Clarke yelled, and although you desperately yearned to see the outside, you knew that there was reason behind her words. There was no idea about what to expect, and suddenly your anxieties returned.  

“Bellamy?” A girl asked, and the crowd seemed to part as she made her way up to the man. You fought the urge to make a face, because it was a pretty strange name, but it paled in comparison to some other strange names. like thelonius

You felt uncomfortable as they shared a hug, feeling as if you were interrupting an intimate moment, trying to place where you had seen the girl before, until it clicked. Octavia Blake, the girl underneath the floor. Which would mean that the man that had somehow wormed his way down here was her brother?

Your suspicions were confirmed as Octavia made a snide remark directed at Clarke, and suddenly whispers broke out, and this time you did not stop your eyes from rolling. People were so dense sometimes.  

“Hey shut up!” You yelled as people started to jeer at her as she surged forward, her brother restraining her. You locked eyes with him momentarily, and he gave you a slight nod, silently thanking you for standing up for her.

His attention immediately shifted back towards his sister, urging her to calm down. “Let’s give them something else to remember you by.” He suggested.

“Yeah, like what?” She asked exasperated, rolling her eyes at her brother.

“Like being the first person on the ground in 100 years.” He said, beaming at her, and you felt upset at how long this was taking.

Bellamy opened the door, and you felt a pit drop in your stomach, feeling excitement seeping out of your body. Your heart caught in your throat, tears beginning to fall from your eyes, an onslaught of fragrant smells overtaking you. It was bright and green, you never thought there could be this much green. An excited laugh escaped your lips as you looked up, seeing the sun illuminate the ground, and you felt the way that people seemed feel when first experiencing snow, according to the books you had read and the movies you had watched.

A warm breeze enveloped your body, your hair fluttering slightly, as you closed your eyes in utter bliss, inhaling the fresh air, your ears tingling with the absence of the soft hum of machinery.

“We’re back, bitches!” A collective excited scream could be heard as everyone seemed to clamor out of the dropship.

You let out an elated scream as you touched the ground, the moment feeling so surreal. You inhaled deeply, moving to touch a tree, so overwhelmed with the sensation of being on the ground that you nearly began crying again.

You nearly shrieked as you felt a tap on your shoulder, turning around speedily to find yourself face to face with Bellamy Blake. Your heart caught in your throat as you stood close to him, still not having quite recovered from the fright that he had caused when he tapped you. He looked at you oddly, as if trying to place you, and you rolled your eyes and stared back at him expectantly, waiting for whatever he was going to say. He took a hint, awkwardly clearing his throat, a smug smirk on his face.

“Thanks.” He said, his smirk shifting into a normal smile, and you immediately felt comfort and warmth radiate from him, causing you to smile in return. “For standing up for my sister.” He elaborated, extending his hand. “I’m Bellamy Blake.”

“(y/f/n).” You offered, shaking his hand.

His smile morphed back into a smirk, and almost immediately you felt a change in his demeanor, gaining the urge to punch him, preferably in the face. “Well, have fun.” He drawled as he walked away from you, and you rolled your eyes, ignoring him.

You tried to take in the scenery as much as you could before you needed to return to the dropship to find exactly where the supplies had been stashed. And to make sure that no one else had found them before you did.

You saw Clarke and Spacewalker in the distance, holding a piece of paper, and you slowly made your way over to her, knowing that despite the mischievous nature of most of the kids, everyone would be exploring the ground rather than staying in the dropship.

“There a problem?” You asked, interrupting their conversation, and you were sure that Clarke shot you a grateful look. If you were her, you would’ve too; there was something about Spacewalker that rubbed you the wrong way. But you would have to deal with him seeing as you were all stuck down here for the foreseeable future.

“Yeah.” She answered, turning to you. “They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain.”

“Of fucking course they did.” You exclaimed, exasperated, your arms moving to enunciate your point.

“I know, right?” She asked, equally as exasperated, as the two of you made your way back to the dropship, not bothering to check if Spacewalker was going to follow.

“Need help reading the map?” You offered as you both settled down on the door of the dropship, huddled over the map, trying to offer help. Perhaps you would need to find those supplies sooner rather than later…

“No, I’m good. But thanks.”

You nodded in response, letting her know that it was no big deal. You were secretly glad that she had not asked for your help, seeing as how maps were never your strong suit.

You glanced around, seeing Wells coming over, a stoic look on his face, and decided that you would rather avoid whatever awkward conversation was about to ensue. “I’m gonna be right back, okay?” You let her know, walking towards the back of the drop ship, offering Wells a slight nod of acknowledgement as you passed him.

You saw a loose bit of metal paneling, and made your way over, looking around the are to make sure that there was no one around. As the area cleared, you pulled back the piece of metal slightly, revealing about 10 large wooden crates, which, from where you could see, looked relatively unharmed.

You released the bit of paneling, walking back to the front of the dropship once more, standing on the door which had become something of a ramp, to see many people starting to gather around. You were pretty sure that someone would try to fight Wells and while you were not a fan of his father, you liked him well enough; he was a good lab partner.

“We’re just trying to figure out where we are.” He explained to the hoard of boys led by one of your least favorite people, John Murphy.

“We’re on the ground. That not good enough for you?” Bellamy asked, and you rolled your eyes at him, jumping down to the ground from your place on the door.

“We need to find Mount Weather, dickweed.” You sassed.

“You heard my father’s message.” Wells began and you winced, knowing that that would just deter anyone from listening to him. “That has to be our first priority.”

“Screw your father.” Octavia snarled. “What, you think you’re in charge here? You and your little princess?” She snarled, motioning towards Clarke.

That bothered you.

“Hey bitch, I don’t like Jaha but I wanna fucking survive.” You scoffed, exasperated with the denseness of the people around you. “And that’s the best shot we’ve got, so calm the fuck down.”

“You think we care who’s in charge?” Clarke asked, almost as shocked as you. You rolled your eyes as she continued talking, knowing that the longer she talked the less her words would resonate with the group of delinquents.

“I’ve got a better idea.” Bellamy interjected, and the urge to punch him in the face returned. “You two go. Find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for a change.”

A chorus of agreement shot through the air, and your eyes widened at the stupidity of what they were doing. “Listen assholes, we need to go. There’s fucking shelter and food. How fucking dense are you!?” You shouted at them.

“Why don’t you go too, Miss Proper?” Bellamy suggested, your jaw clenching in anger, oblivious to the fight occurring behind you that you had promised to prevent.

“Maybe I will, Blake!” You yelled at him, his smug smirk making you even angrier.

You heard someone fall to the ground, and whipped around to see that it was obvious that Murphy had pushed Wells to the ground. Without thought, you charged towards Murphy, a pair of arms restraining you and you wriggled against the person.

You bit down on their arm as they moved to readjust their grip, hearing a momentary cry as the arm let go of you, surging forward prepared to fight Murphy, before Spacewalker jumped down from the top of dropship, effectively ending the fight.

“Kid’s got one leg.” He told Murphy, motioning to Wells. “How about you wait till it’s a fair fight?” He suggested calmly, and you gained a little respect for him.

“Hey Spacewalker. Rescue me next.” Octavia flirted, to which you rolled your eyes, your respect for him being squashed almost instantaneously as he shot back a flirty smile.

You lingered in the area as people dispersed, noticing Bellamy shoot his sister a dirty look, while shaking out his arm and then rubbing it, momentarily shooting you a dirty look.

“What? He’s cute.” She defended.

“He’s a criminal.”

“Newsflash, Blake.” You interjected, the older Blake’s angry glare falling on you. “They’re all criminals. And considering you’re definitely an adult wearing a guard’s uniform with no wristband, you’re definitely one too.” You continued, knowing that you had hit a sore spot when his jaw clenched angrily.

“You don’t know jack shit about me.”

“Thank god for that.” You scoffed, walking past him to find Clarke, intent on helping her.

You saw her in the clearing, helping readjust Wells’ knee and in that brief moment, you returned to the back of the dropship, finding that no one had been there, everyone intent on exploring away from the dropship. Trusting that this excitement would last for a while, you headed over to Clarke to see a small group of people had already gathered, intent on helping her.

“Got room for one more?” You asked, although you were going to go anyways.

“Sounds like a party, better make it 6.” Octavia said cheerfully, making her way over towards the group.

“Hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Bellamy asked, trying to keep his sister from leaving.

“Going for a walk.” She sassed.

“She’s a big girl, Blake. I’m sure she can take care of herself.” You said condescendingly, a fake smile forced across your lips, despite the anger in your eyes.

His glare focused on you, matching your own. “If anything happens to her, that’s on you.”

“Don’t worry, Blake. I bite.” You rolled your eyes, turning away from him, looking at the feud that Clarke and Spacewalker were having.

“I’m aware.” He muttered unintelligibly, and you were unsure of if you had even heard anything.

“This wristband transmits your vital signs to the Ark. Take it off and they’ll think you’re dead.” She informed, and from your peripheral you could see a change on Bellamy’s face, and it made you nervous.

You tapped him gently on the shoulder, motioning slightly with your head for him to follow you, moving a few feet away from the group. You were a bit surprised that he followed, shaking his head at you as if to ask what this was about.

“I’m not stupid, Blake.” You began, attempting to skip past whatever bullshit he had prepared. “Don’t try to take those wristbands off of people.”

“And why shouldn’t I, (y/l/n)?” He asked, stepping closer to you, trying to intimidate you.

Using the same tactic, you stepped forward, glaring into his eyes, his signature smug smirk back on his face. “Because I will slit. Your. Throat.” You hissed menacingly.

His smirk seemed to become more smug, and he leaned down whispering next to your ear. “Kinky.” Before he stood up, returning to full height.

You rolled your eyes at him, throwing him the most fake smile you could muster, walking past him, punching him in the stomach while doing so, a smug smirk of your own appearing on your face as he doubled over, winded.

You walked over to the group which had graciously waited the extra fifteen seconds for you, offering an apologetic smile, lifting up one finger to signal that you needed another moment.

You walked over to Wells, bending down. “Can you keep an eye on Blake? I think he’s gonna try to take of people’s wristbands.” You warned, to which he offered a tight-lipped smile and a stiff nod.

You nodded back, silently thanking him, as you made your way over to the group, nodding slightly, signaling that you were ready to go.

You stayed in the front of the group walking with your childhood friends Jasper and Monty, whom you hadn’t really seen in the past year and a half due to jail. The three of you made small talk as you started your trek, before you naturally dispersed and you found yourself keeping stride with Spacewalker. It then occurred to you that you had no idea what his actual name was.

“So, who’re you, Spacewalker?” You asked, trying to start a friendly conversation, because if you were gonna be stuck with these people it would probably not be that bad to have some people you were friendly with. And with your strong opinions, that was often a very difficult feat.

“The name’s Finn.”

“I’m (y/n).”

“Yeah, I know. You’re quite famous in skyblock.” He says, which surprises you a little.

“Yeah, and you’re quite famous on the entire fucking Ark.”

“Yeah, well. I try.” He jokes, shrugging his shoulders, and you grin a little, even if it was pretty stupid. He had a sense of humour, at least that was something.

You fell into a comfortable silence, and you suddenly felt at ease with the group of people, even if you had yelled at Octavia and Finn about an hour earlier.

“Hey, thanks for standing up for me.” Clarke says to you, and you nod slightly, conveying that it was no problem.

“You were right. People are just stupid.”

“You stood up for Octavia too. On the dropship.” She elaborated.

You shrugged slightly. “Like I said, people are stupid.”

You continued walking, the people next to you changing somewhat erratically, having a pleasant conversation with all of them, or walking in silence. You tried to stay quiet as they started arguing a little.

The walk was pretty forgetful, until you came across a two headed deer which terrified you. Your hands shot up to cover your mouth from letting out a scream, your breathing heavy as you continued the trek, trying to shake the image from your mind.

“You good?” Jasper asked, to which you weakly nodded, though he and Monty knew you well enough not to press the subject.

“Why today?” Finn asked loudly. “Why send us down after 97 years? What changed?”

You were a bit baffled by the question, unsure of why you hadn’t thought to ask that, the gears in your head beginning to turn, trying to connect the dots about what was happening.

“Maybe they found an old satellite.” Monty suggested.

“It wasn’t a satellite.”

And suddenly it clicked.

“The Ark is dying.” Clarke said, confirming your suspicions.

“Shit.” You muttered to yourself as you realized what this meant.

“What?” Jasper asked, and you knew him well enough to hear a slight quiver in his voice indicating panic.

“With the current population level, there’s roughly three months left of life support, maybe 4 now that we’re gone.” Clarke explained.

“That’s what the locked you up for.” You realized, your words definitive.

“That’s why they floated your old man?” Finn asked.

“My father was the engineer who discovered the flaw. He thought people had a right to know. The council disagreed. My mother disagreed.”

“That’s why you made a deal about the wristbands?” You questioned, though you knew that the answer was yes.

She nodded, and continued. “We were gonna go public anyways, but then Wells..” She trailed off.

“Turned your dad in?” Finn asked in disbelief.

You scoffed, shaking your head because there was no possible way in which that added up. “Dude, Wells did not turn in your dad.” You said, knowing that it was probably not very tasteful, though your mouth often worked faster than your brain.

“That’s why today.” She explained.

After that you zoned out a bit, the information hitting you in what felt like waves, seeming surreal that that was the situation. Though the more you thought about it, the more it made more sense.

“Fuck.” You exclaimed shaking your head, emotion quivering in your voice.

“What is it?” Finn asked.

“My best friend,” You began, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat, “He’s still on the Ark.”

“We have to warn them.” Finn said, and suddenly you decided that you liked him, he seemed good enough.

“That’s what my dad said.” Clarke said, her eyebrows furrowing as she stared at him.

Your concentration was suddenly thrown towards Jasper who was leering at something, causing you to run up to him to see Octavia taking off her pants, and you rolled your eyes, groaning in exasperation.

“Octavia, put some damn clothes on.” You yelled at her, trying to keep your gaze from her body, feeling a bisexual disaster moment and immediately becoming uncomfortable as you did your best to look anywhere but on her.

“Octavia what the hell are you doing?” Clarke yelled at her, and you could almost feel the same nervous energy radiate off of her, though that was not the important part of the situation, because almost immediately Octavia ran forward and you heard a loud splash.

You immediately ran towards where she had jumped in, feeling a bit of relief when you saw her, because you knew that her brother truly would blame you, and you’d rather not deal with the annoyance that was Bellamy Blake.

“Get the fuck out of there before you drown.” You scolded, seeing the resemblance between her brother as a smug smirk appeared on her face.

“We can’t swim.” Jasper yelled.

“No, but we can stand.” She said smirking, standing up in the water, the level only reaching her midriff.

“There’s not supposed to be a river here.” Clarke pointed out worriedly, alerting you that there was something wrong about this.

“Well there is, so take off your damn clothes.” Finn told her, and you could see her expression change from worried to elated, which caused your anxieties about Earth to return almost immediately.

“Octavia, get out of the damn water!” You screeched as you saw something shift around in the water.

She seemed rooted in place, the figure pulling her under the water, panic beginning to overtake your body. As her body resurfaced, in an moment of sheer terror, as all logic left your body, you grabbed a large-ish rock and hurtled it towards the figure, letting go of her nearly instantaneously.

At nearly the same moment, the rest of them pushed in a boulder to distract the creature, and once again logic was thrown out the window as both you and Jasper jumped into the water, pulling Octavia back up to the shore.

“You good?” You asked, cupping her face, looking for any injuries other than the gash on her leg which Clarke was already binding, and Octavia nodded slightly, and you could see the fear lingering in her eyes. You moved away as she moved to hug Jasper, thanking him.

Once Clarke had finished with her tourniquet, you turned to Octavia. “I’m taking you back.”

“No. We’re almost there.” She argued, to which you widened your eyes in shock, looking at her in disbelief.

“That thing almost took off your leg.” You argued.

“It’s gonna be dark soon.” Clarke commented. “We should stick together.” She suggested, and then you realized that staying together was probably the better option.

“Fine.” You conceded. “I’ll take first watch.”

—

“I was up all night thinking with a solution. Swinging across.” You told the others, waiting for opposition. When none came, you continued, “The vines are strong enough to hold us, I tried using them to climb up the trees.”

“Okay, sure.”

You all were able to set up the impromptu rope in about fifteen minutes, though you had been waiting for about ten for Finn to actually jump across.

“C’mon, Spacewalker.” You moaned in frustration, rolling your eyes.

“Quit stalling. Mount Weather awaits.” Clarke goaded.

“Dude, seriously how the fuck did you do a spacewalk and can’t do this?” You asked, baffled by how scared he seemed to be.

“Today, Finn.” Clarke sassed.

“Aye Aye, Captain.” He joked, and you rolled your eyes.

You made a what the fuck face as Jasper and Finn switched, knowing that he was trying to impress Octavia, causing you to roll your eyes even more.

“Hurry up!” You yelled at him, trying to be encouraging of your friend while trying to simultaneously hide your annoyance.

He swung across and you cheered him on, all of you jumping up and down as he made it to the other side.

“We did it! Whoo!” You screamed in delight, jumping slightly, for the first time in awhile feeling like the seventeen year old you were.

“We are apogee!” Jasper screamed in delight, earning a loud cheer from all of you.

Clarke stood up to the vine, and you offered her a big thumbs up, Jasper shouting encouragement from the other side of the river.

“We did it!” Jasper shouted, holding up a rusted sign that displayed that it was indeed Mount Weather. Almost immediately a spear was embedded in Jasper’s chest.

“Jasper!” You yelled out, your first instinct to run towards your friend, though you were quickly pulled down by Finn and pulled behind a rock, hearing rustling in the trees, and suddenly you realized that the thing that did that was still out there.

“We’re not alone.” Clarke whispered, her voice quivering slightly.

You were rooted in your position, not sure about what had happened till you felt your arm being pulled and your body followed, your mind in a distant place. You didn’t realize that you had been running away, till you heard a scream in the distance that you recognized as Jasper, and immediately you ran in the direction of the scream, Octavia grabbing you and Finn grabbing Clarke, effectively restraining you guys as you looked through the leaves, to see that Jasper was no longer there.

“He was right there.” Finn said frantically.

“Where is he?” Monty asked and you could hear the fear in his voice.

“They took him.” Clarke said, and you agreed with that assessment.

“Fuck, this is why we should’ve gone back yesterday.” You said, your voice cracking, and you knew that no one was focusing on the words you were saying.

“We need to go back.” Finn said calmly, and if you weren’t so scared you would’ve found it funny that he was the voice of reason.

“But Jasper’s alive. For how much longer?” Monty spoke frantically, and you agreed with him nodding slightly, before all the anxieties that you had from before leaving resurfaced, and you took a deep breath, shutting your eyes tightly, before exhaling.

“Finn’s right. Octavia can’t walk and we’re gonna need back up.” You spoke, trying to keep your voice even, before it cracked slightly. “This is killing me to leave him too, but we have to.”

Without waiting for a response you began the trek back, you and Finn being used as crutches for Octavia. You walked fast, and you knew that it was hurting her, and you felt bad, but the time-frame that you had was a big concern.

As you neared the dropship you heard jeers, and with one glance at Octavia and Finn they both seemed to agree that it was fine for you to leave. You gave a small half-smile, before running to where the source of the noise was coming from, seeing Murphy and Wells about to fight, surging through the crowd to stop the fight, before Bellamy stepped in.

Your brain wasn’t working fast enough, because you stopped, feeling yourself calm down as the fight seemed to have been avoided, all alarms going off in your brain as you saw the glint of a knife in Bellamy’s hand as he handed it to Wells. You should’ve fucking expected this.

You ran down to them, crashing into Muprhy’s arm, your hands reaching for the knife, pulling it out of his hands, and purposefully twisting his wrist in the process as you glared at him, knowing that he had definitely provoked the fight.

He glared back at you, as you pushed him away from you, and he fell down, a look of pure hatred on his face. You turned to Wells and held out your hand, silently demanding that he hand you the knife.

He handed it to you, and you noticed that his wristband was missing, and immediately looked around noticing more people without wristbands, before turning on Bellamy, fire burning in your eyes.

“You selfish jackass!” You screamed at him, surging forward, holding one of the knives up to his throat. “I wasn’t fucking joking.” You warned, your voice menacingly low.

“(y/n), stop!” Clarke yelled, making her way into the clearing.

You growled lightly, but removed the knife from his throat, turning away from him, before instantly turning on your heel and punching him in the stomach to which he doubled over, earning a dirty glare from him as you both walked over to Clarke, dangerous anger radiating off of the both of you.

“Octavia, you all right?” Bellamy asked worriedly, his anger nearly dissipating, running towards his sister who was making her way to the clearing, her human crutch now Monty.

“How’s she?” You whispered to Monty as Bellamy took her from him, Monty shrugging her shoulders slightly, though looked relatively unworried, which reassured you a bit.

“I told you if anything happens to her, that’s on you.” Bellamy turned towards you angrily.

Octavia swatted him gently. “I’m alive because of (y/n), so don’t be an ass.” She chastised.

“Where’s the food?” He asked, as a general question to the group.

“We didn’t make it to Mount Weather.” Finn said, sitting down on a log.

“What the hell happened out there?” Bellamy demanded.

“We were attacked.” Clarke stated worriedly.

“Attacked? By what?” Wells asked.

“People.” You stated, your tone sounding as if that should have been obvious.

“Turns out that the last grounder that died on the Ark wasn’t the last of the grounders.” Finn stated.

“It’s true.” You reiterated.

“Everything we thought we knew about the ground was wrong.” Clarke stated, addressing all of the 100. “There are people here. The good new is, that means we can survive. Radiation won’t kill us.”

“Bad new is the grounders will.” Finn elaborated.

“Where’s goggles kid?” Wells asked, and others began to look around, only now noticing that Jasper was missing.

“Jasper,” You enunciated, “Was taken by the grounders. We know he’s alive, but we need reinforcements and Octavia is in no condition to be moving around.” You stated, noticing Wells and Clarke having a small argument, ignoring them.

“Ask him.” Wells said, turning towards Bellamy, and then it suddenly clicked that they had jumped Wells.

“You little shit.” You seethed, turning towards Bellamy, not caring that Clarke was also interrogating him.  

“24 and counting.” You heard Murphy say, and once again the knife was placed against Bellamy’s throat.

“You idiots.” You and Clarke said in unison, you angry and she exasperated.

“Life support on the Ark is failing.” Clarke announced, her voice shaking. “That’s why they brought us down here. They need to know the ground is survivable again, and we need their help against whoever is out there. If you take off your wristbands, you’re not just killing them, you’re killing us!”

“You done with your monologue?” You asked, still glaring at Bellamy. “Can I slash his throat yet?” You asked, and Clarke threw you a dirty look, to which you rolled your eyes, and removed the knife, currently engaged in a staring contest with Bellamy.

“We’re stronger than you think.” He said, moving away from you, into the center of the clearing. “Don’t listen to her, she’s one of the privileged.”

“Then listen to me!” You shouted angrily, interrupting him. “I’m certainly not one of the privileged; I’ve been in skyblock for nearly two years. My entire family has been floated. That doesn’t mean I want everyone to die.”

“That wristband makes you a prisoner.” He spat. “We are not prisoners anymore!”

“I’d rather be a prisoner than dead. And, I’d rather be a prisoner then letting innocent people die.” You continued, attempting to reason with the other delinquents.

“They say they’ll forgive you for your crimes. I say you’re not criminals! You’re fighters. Survivors.” He said and received a few shouts of encouragement.

“God, how dense are you!?” You screamed at him. “We are criminals, that’s why we’re survivors.” You explained, exasperation seeping into your tone, which you knew would make you less reputable to the other kids.

“The grounders should be worried about us!” He yelled, ignoring you, and shouts of encouragement ensued. You growled lightly, rolling your eyes as you huffed, stalking past him, intentionally bumping into him with your shoulder.

You followed Clarke and Monty, the three of you readying to go back for Jasper. You were a little scared that too much time had been wasted, and you were partly to blame. You pushed the anger that Bellamy had invoked out of your mind, your sole focus becoming to find Jasper. You were not going to lose another friend.

—

You quickly went around the back of the ship, slipping into the loose siding frantically going through the crates, trying to find things to carry that wouldn’t necessarily arouse suspicion. You shoved a bottle of pain relievers into your pocket, not sure as to what else would be needed. You hesitated as you came upon a crate labeled weapons, and animatedly turned on your heel, ignoring the crate.

“What’s taking so long?” You yelled, as you reentered the dropship from the front, Monty looking as panicked as you felt.

“You came back for reinforcements, I’m gonna help.” Wells declared, in the middle of a conversation with Clarke.

“Clarke, he’s right. We need him.” Monty said, letting you know that you had walked in on some sort of best friend spat, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“We need to go.” You urged, trying to break up the conversation.

“Sorry, Monty, but you’re not going either.” Clarke ordered, ignoring you.

“Like hell I’m not! Jasper’s my best friend.” Monty exclaimed.

“You were raised by Farm Station and recruited by Engineering.” Clarke reasoned.

“So?”

“So, food and communication.” She said, pointing to his temple. “What’s up there is gonna save us all.”

“Monty.” You chimed in, gaining his attention. “She’s right. Our group priority is gaining contact with the Ark, so we need you to stay here and work on that.” You said heavily, knowing how much it was hurting Monty to have to hear this, and how hard it was for you to say. “I promise you that we will get Jasper back.” You told him, your voice shaking with emotion.

“You ready, Spacewalker?” Clarke asked as Finn walked into the dropship.

“I’m not going anywhere and neither should you.” He said, and you rolled your eyes at him, walking past him, shoving your shoulder into his chest.

“Spacewalker, my ass.” You muttered, walking out of the dropship, looking around briefly before walking towards him, yelling out, “Blake!”

“You okay, Octavia?” You asked, as you walked forward, noticing him attempting to bandage her wound, gently tapping his shoulder. “Let me.” You offered softly, taking the rag from him, and cleaning out her wound, wincing as she hissed in pain.

“What the hell was it?” Bellamy asked, and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t know.” Octavia admitted.

“I looked kinda like a giant snake.” You offered, ripping a piece off from the bottom of your shirt to use as a tourniquet, glad that survival had been one of your best classes. Even if you didn’t like Pike.

“You could’ve been killed.” He commented, a scowl on his face.

“She would’ve been if Jasper and (y/n) didn’t jump in and save her.” Clarke said as she walked towards you three, Wells behind her.

“You guys leaving?” Octavia asked, motioning to stand up. “I’m coming too.”

“Whoa, no, no.” Both you and Bellamy said, pushing her gently to sit back down.

“No way. Not again.” Bellamy reiterated.

“They’re right. Your leg is just gonna slow us down.” She said to Octavia, before turning to Bellamy. “We’re here for you.”

“Oh yeah, Miss Proper came by earlier yelling at me.” He said, motioning over towards you, and you rolled your eyes, offering Octavia a small smile before making your way over to stand next to Clarke. “What about?”

“I hear you have a gun.” Clarke said, and he slightly lifted up his shirt exposing the gun.

“Good, follow me.” You said, motioning with your head.

“And why would I do that?” He questioned, and you scoffed, shaking your head.

“Because you want them to follow you.” Clarke whispered with a shadow of a smirk on her face feeling incredibly attracted to her, motioning at the other kids who were milling around. “And right now, they only think one of us is scared.”

You could see the gears turning in his head, and you scoffed slightly, beginning to walk with Clarke knowing that he would follow. “Good job!” You whisper yelled at her, discreetly high-fiving each other.

“Thanks! You were pretty great too.” She whisper yelled back, a smirk on both of your faces.

“Ugh, Murphy’s coming too.” You groaned out, as you looked behind you, noticing him with Bellamy.

“They’re not just bullies, they’re dangerous criminals.” Wells commented, worry evident in his voice.

“I’m counting on it.” Clarke responded as the three of you picked up your pace.

“They’re gonna try something.” You stated, as you turned back once more, an uneasy feeling setting in your stomach as you saw smirks on both of their faces, unfortunately out of earshot to hear what they were talking about. “Fucking let them.” You muttered, dangerously gripping the knife that you had not returned, before turning back to Clarke and Wells.

“Stay sharp.” You reminded them. “The grounders aren’t our only threat.” You said, warning about the two that were following.

The three of you picked up the pace again, blood pounding loudly in your ears as you became more and more scared that you would find a dead Jasper, or worse, that you wouldn’t find Jasper. You started jogging a bit, trying to urge the group on.  

“Hey, hold up.” Bellamy yelled, and you ignored him, continuing to walk faster. “What’s the rush?”

You stopped instantly, hands forming fists, your jaw clenching as you turned on your heel to face him, fire burning in your eyes. “We’re going to save Jasper.” You said, attempting to keep your voice even, though malice seeped into your tone.

“You don’t survive a spear to the heart.” He said nonchalantly, waving the gun around making you slightly nervous. You didn’t like guns, and you certainly didn’t trust Bellamy, which made you more uncomfortable about the entire situation, but you were here for your friend.

“Put the gun away, Bellamy.” Wells chastised, and suddenly Murphy was on him, gripping his jacket.

“Why don’t you do something about it, huh?” He taunted, and it took all your willpower to keep you rooted in your spot, not wanting to escalate the situation, knowing that you were losing focus of the mission.

“Jasper screamed when they moved him.” Clarke said snidely, and you could see the anger in her face, though she was doing a good job of maintaining calm, and you took a deep breath, reasoning that if she could remain calm, so could you. “If the spear struck his heart, he would’ve died instantly. It doesn’t mean we have time to waste.” She said, moving to turn away.

Bellamy grabbed her wrist, offering a snide smile. “Once you take off this wristband, we can go.”

She yanked her hand away from him, glaring at him. “The only way the Ark is gonna think I’m dead is if I’m dead. Got it?” She said seriously.

“Brave princess.” He joked with a smirk on his face that made you uncomfortable, even if it wasn’t directed towards you, feeling as if you were prey and he were a predator.

“You’re despicable.” You spat at him.

“Why don’t you find your own nickname?” Finn asked, annoyed, walking towards the group, and you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Glad you made it, Spacewalker.” You sassed, before turning on your heel, and continuing to speed walk through the forest, leaving them behind, not wanting to waste anymore time.  

You glanced behind you and saw that Finn and Clarke had broke off from the rest of them, and you definitely did not trust Murphy and Bellamy to be alone with Wells, so you lingered for a few moments, allowing them to catch up.

“Aw, miss me?” Murphy asked smugly, as you fell into pace with him.

“I don’t trust you.” You said bluntly, gripping the knife tightly in your hand, making sure that he saw it to deter him from trying anything.

“I’m hurt.” He sarcastically muttered back, and you rolled your eyes at him.

You continued walking in silence, not looking at him, though keeping him in your peripheral.

“You not gonna talk?” He asked.

“No.” You replied curtly, walking a little faster, knowing that he would nearly instantly fall back into pace with you. “Hurry up.” You chastised, despite the fact that he caught up.

You continued to walk, and after about a half hour you became frustrated with the silence, letting out a cry of frustration.

“Why’re you such an asshole?” You asked, breaking the silence.

“I thought we weren’t talking.” Murphy replied snidely, and you clenched your jaw angrily.

“Shut up and answer the goddamn question.” You seethed.

“My dad was floated when I was really young. My mom died of alcohol poisoning.” He offered, and you couldn’t help the scoff that escaped you.

“We all have our sob stories. Didn’t make all of us assholes.” You told him, knowing that it was a dick move, but feeling the need to say it.

“You act as if you’re not one.”

“I may be one, but I don’t blame my shitty childhood. I blame the shitty government.”

“Guess that’s one thing we have in common.” He scoffed, and you stopped, turning to face him.

“We have absolutely nothing in common.” You said, your words very deliberate.

“Whatever you say.” He conceded, and you both continued to walk in complete silence, picking up the pace.  

“Hey guys!” You heard in the distance, turning to see Clarke running towards you, oddly soaking wet. “We’re close, c’mon.” She said, before turning around, beginning to disappear in the trees. Instantly, you followed her, running behind her, not bothering to check behind you to see if Murphy was following.

The six of you met up at the edge of a creek, and you saw Finn motioning with his head, and it was then that you noticed the amount of blood that was on the rocks, and you felt sick. That was too much blood that was lost, and it would be a miracle if someone could bleed that much and survive.

“We need to hurry.” You pestered, fear seeping into your voice, and you were sure that you looked as afraid as you felt, and even though in your right mind you would hate looking so vulnerable in front of people you blatantly didn’t trust, you were far too preoccupied worrying about Jasper.

“How do we know we’re going the right way?” Murphy asked.

“We don’t.” Bellamy answered, and even though you knew that you didn’t believe him, his words made you more anxious. “Spacewalker thinks he’s a tracker.” He said condescendingly, which didn’t reassure your nerves one bit.

“It’s called, ‘cutting sign.’ Fourth year Earth Skills. He’s good.” Wells said, and you instantly felt some relief, throwing Bellamy a dirty look, unsure and uncaring of if he saw it.

“Shut up, we don’t know where the grounders are.” You whisper yelled at them, and they instantly shut up, as you paused while Finn and Clarke bent down, examining something.

You perked up as you heard a distant sound, holding up a finger as a way of telling the others to be quiet, before hearing it again and deciphering it as a sound of pain. “Jasper!” You realized, immediately running towards the sound, not caring that you were running through bushes which were scratching you. You winced as the skin on your hand got caught on a thorn, though you didn’t stop, just continuing towards the sound.

Your breath caught in your throat, your hand moving to cover your mouth as you looked on in horror to see Jasper crucified, being strung up on a large dead tree with sticks surrounding it, acting as a barrier.

“Jasper?” You called out as you immediately surged forward, all reason flying out the window, the only important thing was getting Jasper down safely. You let out a scream as you felt the ground disappear from under you, two arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you back into their chest, and you looked down to see that a pit had formed, spikes coming out of the ground. “Thank you.” You muttered to the person, turning your head slightly, to see that it was Bellamy, and you offered a meek half smile, and he nodded slightly at you.

“You okay?” Finn asked, and you nodded slightly, despite the fact that you were rattled, the realization that you had almost died, hitting you and rendering you stunned.

Jasper’s moans pulled you out of your thoughts, reminding you of the mission, pushing out any fears. You needed to focus on Jasper. You moved away from the others, who were in brief conversation, hearing their voices but ignoring them as you started to climb up the tree, taking the knife from your pocket in preparation to begin cutting down the vines to let him down.

“Maybe what they’re trying to catch is us.” You heard Finn say, and that scared you enough to break your conversation for a split second, your grip on tree failing as you fell down onto the roots of the tree, feeling a sharp pain in your leg, your entire body hurting as you felt the brunt of the fall.

“(y/n)!” Someone yelled out, your head throbbing too much to be able to decipher the voice, as you moved to stand up, gathering a grip on the tree, offering a weak smile.

“‘m good.” You whispered hoarsely, your voice sounding warped, though not caring enough to be alarmed, beginning to climb back up the tree, this time perching in the little groove above Jasper, offering him a weak smile. “Hey, we’re here. It’s all good.” You whispered to him as you began to cut through the ropes that were binding his hands as Finn and Murphy worked on cutting down the others.

You groaned lightly, bringing your hand up to your head, rubbing softly, slightly alarmed when you felt something wet and warm, bringing your fingers in front of your face to see them soaked in red. You instantly told yourself that it was just Jasper’s blood, even though it did nothing to reassure you.

You heard a deep growling and looked up, the rope nearly cut through, thinking you must have imagined it.

“What the hell was that?” Murphy asked, and suddenly all alarms went off in your brain, and you looked forward, seeing the grass shift in the distance.

“Hurry up!” You yelled at the others, moving to cut the rope faster. “It’s coming!” You screeched, as the panther moved towards you.

“Bellamy, gun!” You and Clarke both screamed in unison, as you cut the last strand of the rope, moving forward to grip Jasper’s arms to keep him from falling forward, in your peripheral seeing Bellamy fumble for his gun, and it then hit you that this was how you die.

In a tree, holding up your dying friend surrounded by people you didn’t know and didn’t trust, with a possible leg and head injury, about to be eaten by a giant (?) panther.

A gunshot rang through the air, your head swiveling to see Wells shooting it, as it rounded the corner, getting dangerously close to the group.

“Can’t hold him much longer.” You muttered through gritted teeth to Murphy and Finn, feeling your arms beginning to give out and your center of gravity moving dangerously close to the edge of the ledge.

“One more minute.” Finn assured, and you nodded, keeping your head up, scanning the surrounding area, seeing the grass rustling.

“There!” You screamed, pointing as best as you could in the direction.

You saw them all looking around confused, trying to gauge where the panther was, the growling stopping which terrified you, as you looked around, realizing that you had lost where it was.

“Bellamy!” You screeched as if jumped through the air towards him, another gunshot ringing through the air, the panther falling dead a few feet before Bellamy, and you felt yourself relax a bit, relief setting in, the adrenaline wearing off, and suddenly you felt your body aching, your leg throbbing in pain.

“Now she sees you.” He said, and you were completely confused, the feeling of lightheadedness returning, yours arms threatening to give out.

You took a shallow breath, wincing, shutting your eyes in pain. “How much longer?” You asked, your voice hoarse.

“You can let go.” Finn told you, and you did so immediately, taking a moment to catch you breath as Finn and Murphy carried Jasper down to the rest of the group, setting him in between Finn and Wells to use as human crutches while Clarke,Bellamy, and Murphy moved the panther corpse onto the piece of parachute that Wells had brought.

You closed your eyes briefly, resting your head on the tree, before taking another shallow breath which caused your chest to ache, and you wondered if you bruised your ribs, before trying to climb down the tree, letting out a slight screech as your body screamed in pain as you moved.

“Hurry up (y/l/n).” Bellamy yelled at you, and you locked eyes with him and you saw his entire expression change, unsure if there was something about you that caused his hard look to soften slightly. He moved closer to the base of the tree, and you suddenly felt a little better, as if you weren’t so alone.

“What’s the holdup?” Murphy demanded, and you glanced at Bellamy and you knew that he could see the fear in your eyes, letting out a sigh.

“We’ll catch up.” He yelled out to the others, and they already started walking away, before he looked back up at you.

“I can’t move.” You admitted weakly, your entire body aching more and more.

“Can you schooch to the edge?” He asked, and you could see the exasperation on his face. “I’ll catch you, I promise.” He said, no hint of sarcasm or malice in his voice, and you knew that he was being completely genuine.

You nodded, moving to the edge, wincing in pain at the slight movement. You took a deep breath, and closed your eyes, before pushing yourself off of the tree, your eyes completely closed, hearing a small ‘oomph’ as you landed in his arms, slowly opening your eyes, face to face with his chest.

“Thank you.” You said as he gently placed your feet on the ground, standing completely.

“You’re bleeding.” He pointed out, motioning towards your left leg, a large gash across your calf, and you winced, though shrugged your shoulders.

“I’ll be fine.” You said, as you began to walk limp after the rest of the group, him following you. “Besides, we have to focus on Jasper.”

He huffed slightly, and you were about to turn to look at him, before you felt your feet leave the ground, a noise of surprise and embarrassment escaping you.

“What are you doing?” You asked frantically, feeling rather uncomfortable that in the span of five minutes that he had carried you bridal-style twice.

“You’re walking too slow to catch up with the group.” He spoke gruffly, and you let out an indignant huff. “You’re too stubborn for your own good.” He continued, and you glared at him.

“I’m not stubborn.” You said stubbornly, knowing that what he was saying was true, though not wanting to acknowledge it.

“Right.” He said sarcastically, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Thank you, really.” You said softly, attempting to change the topic. “You’re not so bad, Blake.” You said, a small smirk on your face.

He laughed slightly, and you could see him roll his eyes, an amused smirk on his face. “High praise indeed.”

“Look, there they are.” You motioned ahead, seeing the rest of the group in the small clearing ahead. “I can walk.” You assured him, and he rolled his eyes, his grip on you tightening as he walked faster to catch up with the group.

You gained an odd look from them as you caught up, though it didn’t really bother you. Relief set in as you saw that Jasper was alive, even if barely, and for the first time since landing on Earth, you felt nearly all of your anxieties melt away.

“Clarke.” He commanded. “Can you let (y/l/n) lean on you?” He asked, though it didn’t seem like it was a request.

“I can walk.” You insisted, pushing yourself out of his arms, and moving to grip the side of the tarp that Clarke was holding and continuing to walk forward, despite the sharp pain you felt with every step. “C’mon.” You encouraged, walking forward, the piece of cloth being ripped from your hands.

“Hey!” You shouted indignantly at Bellamy, looking annoyed by your antics, and you rolled your eyes, beginning to walk, till Clarke wrapped your arm around her shoulder, allowing you to take some weight off of your leg.You offered her a small sympathetic smile, thanking her for allowing you to use her as a crutch, to which she just laughed.

You did your best to keep from wincing the entire trek back to camp, despite the fact that every step seemed to hurt like hell. At some point, you became used to the pain, nearly at the edge of camp, till you let go of Clarke urging her to walk ahead to focus on Jasper, who was the priority.

You were a few hundred feet from the makeshift camp when you heard ecstatic cheers and realized that Bellamy and Murphy must’ve showed the other kids the panther, and as you walked into camp, you almost immediately smelled burning wood, and saw a small fire.

You saw Bellamy jogging up to you, and before you could object, he picked you up once more and carried you over to the place where he had been sitting in the morning, bandaging his sister’s leg.

“This might sting, sorry.” He muttered apologetically, placing a wet rag against the gash, cleaning it out, and when he pulled it away you realized that despite its length, it wasn’t very deep.

“Keep this on it, I’ll be right back.” He said, placing your hand on the cloth that was on the gash, applying pressure to it. You waited impatiently for about five minutes before he came back with another rag, before using that to wrap around your leg.

“Thanks.” You said simply, and he offered you a small smile before leaving you alone, and you finally felt yourself relax. You sat there for about twenty minutes as they cooked the panther, before you saw Clarke and Finn exit the dropship as you slowly stood up and limped over to them.

“How’s Jasper?” You asked, and Clarke nodded, and you felt a wave of relief wash over you.

“He’s stable for now, but without medicine…” She trailed off, and you nodded solemnly in understanding. “I wanna take a look at your leg.” She informed you, and you waved it off.

“Later, you need to rest, Clarke.” You insisted, before you turned to see the long line of people that had accumulated, and saw that they were only getting meat if they took of their wristband, and suddenly your mood became foul. “That’s disgusting.” You commented, wrinkling your nose, seeing them both nod in agreement.

“No way, I, I won’t do it.” Clarke spluttered.

“You won’t have to.” Finn said, sauntering over and taking a piece of meat, making some quip as Murphy tried to stop him, and you smirked, and Clarke walked over to him, and you decided to leave them alone.

Your stomach growled, and it reminded you just how hungry you were, taking a piece of meat, and before Murphy could stop you, “Whatever the hell we want, right?” You scoffed, before walking away, feeling someone looking at you, to see that Bellamy was shooting you a dirty look, and you rolled your eyes, moving to find a semi-secluded place to eat.

As you were about to begin eating, you heard a small whimper and looked around and saw a small boy who must’ve been twelve or thirteen, and you stood up and limped over to him, wincing slightly as you sat down next to him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, anger brewing inside of you that they had arrested this small kid, silently cursing the Ark.

“I can’t get food. They want to take off my wristband, but I want my mom to know that I’m alive.” He whimpered, and without second thought you handed the piece of meat to him.

“That mentality is gonna keep you alive, okay?” You reassured him, smiling softly as he began to eat. “I’m trying to stay alive to see my best friend.” You admitted. “And next time they try to refuse you food, comet to me and let me know who I need to punch, okay?” You said, and you saw him laugh, a smile appearing on your face. “I’m (y/n).”

“Jack.” He said, and you offered him a smile.

“Well, good night, Jack.” You said, as you stood up and moved closer to the throng of people sitting back down where you had when Bellamy was patching you up.

You began to doze off, feeling someone sit next to you, and you opened your eyes, seeing Bellamy. “How’s your leg?” He asked, and you could hear a difference in his tone, rolling your eyes at him and his obvious power-hungry agenda.

“It’s been better.” You admitted flatly, sighing deeply before standing up. “I need to talk to you and Clarke.” You admitted, and he looked at you blankly.

“I’ll be back in a minute.” He said as he stood up, and in a minute he had returned with Clarke.

“What do you need?” Clarke asked, and you sighed deeply before standing up, motioning with your head.

“Follow me.” You instructed, leading them around the back of the dropship, where you pulled back the loose piece of sheet metal, revealing the crates to them.”

“What is this?” Bellamy asked, turning to you.

“I’m a smuggler.” You explained briefly, releasing the piece of metal, letting it fall back into place.

“I want to make this clear now, I’m showing this to you two because, Bellamy, for better of for worse - often worse - people listen to you, and Clarke, I trust your common sense.” You paused, turning towards Bellamy. “These supplies are for everyone regardless of if they join your little crusade by taking their wristbands off. And that is why, I will be distributing them.” You explained, glaring at him.

“Fine.” He said gruffly, and you knew in the immediate future you would face far more resistance.

“What’s in there?” Clarke asked, and you could hear annoyance in her voice, knowing that she was disappointed in you for not letting you know sooner.

“There are 10 crates, um, one is full of clothes, another has blankets, one is half pads and tampons and half condoms, and one is like hygiene products. One is medicine.” You told her. “That’s the smallest one though, it’s really hard to steal from the medicine cabinet.” You warned her. “And that’s the only thing that we really have to ration, along with food.” You explained, and she nodded in understanding.

“Do you have weapons?” Bellamy asked, and you sighed deeply.

“Yes, and no. There is nothing that can be explosive or damaging to the ship, so we don’t have any guns or shock batons.” You said. “It’s a hundred-year-old ship, there’s no guarantee that something won’t go wrong, and it obviously has.” You explained further, laughing bitterly.

“What about food?” Clarke asked.

“Food is normally what they notice go missing first, so I really wasn’t able to get much. There’s about two hundred packs of instant ramen, so that’s only two meals per person.” You explained.

“Why did you wait to tell us?” Bellamy demanded, and you let out an exasperated huff.

“Because I didn’t trust you.” You told him.

“So you do trust me?” He asked cockily.

“No.” You answered honestly. “But, it’s how we’re gonna survive.”

tags: open!