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wife-of-all-dilfs · 8 months

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bioluminescence | b. blake

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summary: season one — you thought all bellamy blake wanted was sex and other women, but when you sneak outside of the camp walls at night, bioluminescent plants are not the only shocking discovery you make, and not everyone is happy about it.

warnings: fluff, swearing, jealousy, mention of sexual themes, (L/N) use, roma

pairing: bellamy blake x reader

word count: 4.1k

Sleep was a rare luxury after you and the other Ark prisoners were sent to Earth, especially since you were all crowded in a small camp surrounding the drop ship. Teenage hormones, anger, violence, and trauma were not a great combination for peace. So, it was either crying, fistfights, or the incessant moans of couples who couldn't keep it in their pants for more than five minutes that usually kept you awake at night.

You were certain it was Bellamy Blake and his two model-looking female companions who were often to blame for that last subject. Although to everyone in the camp, it was very obvious that their relationship was solely physical, neither Roma nor Bree seemed to appreciate when other women talked, interacted with, or even sat near him. Clarke was a heavy target because of her co-leadership with Bellamy. And so were you.

You were within the inner circle, the informal 'Earth council'. You were also handy with a rifle and knowledgeable in tracking, so it wasn't exactly surprising whenever Bellamy took you with him on various missions and hunts. Sometimes though, he would bring you with him even if the task wasn't within your skillset—those were the times you were left feeling a little confused.

Nevertheless, a small friendship sprung from it. You weren't best buddies, but you weren't opposed to each other's company either. That was a big no-no to Roma and Bree and they frequently expressed that fact through passive-aggressive tactics.

This night was no different from others. Thankfully, it was the never-ending fistfights that kept you awake instead of other's carnal endeavours. You opened the flap of your tent and stepped out into the crisp air; autumn was definitely approaching. Hugging your jacket closer to your body, you looked around the camp, unsure of where to wait out the commotion. Everywhere was taken, so you decided a brief walk in the woods wouldn't hurt. Well, you hoped it wouldn't. At least if the Grounders killed you, you would finally get some undisturbed rest.

As you made your way over to one of the fence-wall openings, you ran smack-bang into a barely dressed girl with long brown hair. Roma.

"Watch where you're going, bitch," she spat, scrutinising your appearance from top to bottom.

Ignoring her lovely remark, you eyed her jeans and the way her upper half was only covered by a grey sports bra. "Aren't you cold?"

"Not now I'm not." She smirked, eyes flickering to Bellamy's tent.

You grimaced. I so didn't need to know that.

Right on cue, Bellamy emerged from his tent, fully clothed. He scanned the surroundings before his hardened gaze briefly landed on Roma and then settled on you; it was impossible to miss the way his face softened when your eyes met. Strange.

"Jealous?" she asked, regaining your attention.

"Unlikely."

You brushed past her, though she made an effort to forcefully knock your shoulder and spit another curse at you. Classy.

Bellamy took a step toward you. "Hey—"

But you simply moved past him, continuing toward the wall and saying, "A real gem you've got yourself there."

At least Bree was all bark and no bite.

You could hear him sigh as the distance between you both grew.

Truth be told, you were a little jealous. An unfortunate truth but still a truth all the same. You knew you were beginning to feel something deeper for Bellamy and it was becoming difficult listening to other girls brag about their nights with him. Not like you would ever tell him though—he wasn't a relationship type of guy and as far as you could tell, his feelings for you were platonic.

Never mind. You could settle for his friendship... for now.

You had made it outside the camp walls. At first, you planned on circling the fence for a while, but when your eyes caught on something glowing from the opposite side of a tree, you strayed from your path. Rounding the tree's trunk, you found a glowing neon-pink flower; the species of which you were unsure, but it was beautiful. Then, in your peripheral vision, there was something else lighting up your vision, something blue this time. There was another flower just a few trees away.

And again, you walked over to the strange plant, only to find yourself now on a journey that kept leading to more and more glowing flowers the deeper into the woods you trekked. They were almost everywhere and at this point, you were practically running with an excited grin on your face. In the near distance, numerous radiant colours lit up an area covered by a thick cluster of trees. You wove yourself through branches and leaves, pushing your way into the bright section of the woods.

Once you emerged from the trees, amazement morphed into your expression. You had stepped into a small meadow filled with glowing flowers of various colours that covered the forest floor. There were countless species, but they all shared the same mesmerising radiance. Much to your disbelief, there were even electric blue luminous butterflies that concealed the tree trunks and fluttered in the air.

"Bioluminescence," you whispered to yourself.

It was so beautiful, you could have cried.

Maybe you should just leave the camp and build a hut here. It would certainly beat living with the others.

As you moved further into the small clearing, the butterflies flew closer around you. Holding out an arm, one butterfly tentatively circled your hand before landing in your palm. You laughed in amazement, watching as the small creature curiously crawled across your hand and ticked your skin. Okay, that settled it—you were definitely a Disney princess.

The sound of branches snapping and leaves rustling suddenly pulled you from your amazement; it was coming from where you had entered the clearing. You reached down to your belt only to find the knife holster on it empty. Of course, you didn't bring your knife. You had left the camp's safety and didn't even think to bring a weapon. So stupid.

Before you could reprimand yourself any further, a tall figure emerged from the tree line. The tight dark blue shirt was an easy identifier as to who the figure was. And so were those deep brown eyes.

It was Bellamy. "Woah."

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling your tensed body relax again.

His gaze swept across the vivid tree-encompassed meadow, sharing the same wonderous expression you once had. The overpowering glow from the butterflies turned his tanned skin a light blue, defining the contours of his face and arm muscles. He sort of looked otherworldly.

"What are you doing out here?" you asked.

The incident before you left camp quickly returned to mind and it was evident in the slight irritation etched on your face. He didn't need to respond for you to realise that he had followed you. Great. His little girlfriends were going to have a field day tomorrow if they saw him come after you.

Bellamy's eyes found yours, taking note of your negative reaction. His steps were cautious as he began walking towards you. "I could ask you the same thing."

He stopped in front of you, peering down through a few stray strands of dark brown hair whilst wearing his infamous lazy smirk. No wonder girls were always fawning over him; he was gorgeous, and he damn well knew it too. Even you were falling into the very same trap. Unlike them, though, it was the moments you shared with him when you were alone that conjured your attraction to him. Sure, he was easy on the eyes, but you had also learnt that he was surprisingly a decent human being. More than decent actually, despite how he presented himself to others.

He treated you with respect—a lot more than many others had ever done. You had learnt to trust each other, communicate effectively, and work as a team. Sometimes, you would even find yourselves discussing things that you both intended to keep within till the day you died, things that felt too intimate to share with anyone else.

No matter how much you hated it, you couldn't help but develop feelings for him. Even when it seemed he was preoccupied with other women.

Bellamy eyed you, waiting for the snarky retort he knew you were putting together.

You sighed and turned around, crouching on the floor to inspect one of the neon-pink flowers. "Shouldn't you be teaching Roma and Bree gun handling safety in your tent right now?"

That line was dangerously close to sounding like jealousy and you knew it. You bit your tongue because Lord knows you were most likely to expose your feelings for Bellamy through word vomit.

If only you had been facing him to witness the shame washing through his eyes.

"Funny," he said. "But no. I've got more important things to do."

"Like what? Making sure your best hunting partner doesn't get killed by glowing plants?" you joked, glancing over your shoulder to see his reaction.

It wasn't a grin or smirk like you expected. Not even a little chuckle. Instead, he simply stared at you with this intense look in his eye; it was almost sad but also like he was trying to communicate something to you telepathically.

"Something like that," he murmured.

After those words left his mouth, something about the atmosphere shifted. You suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion and his soul-piercing stare was not helping. There wasn't a wide selection of movies on the Ark, but you had watched them all, including all the romance movies. The only thing you could compare Bellamy's gaze to was Mr. Darcy's in Pride and Prejudice. Reluctance. Longing. It was all there. Had you been completely wrong about his feelings for you? Or were you just imagining it?

The likelihood of Bellamy sharing your same feelings seemed impossible, so you chalked it up to your wishful imagination.

You stood back up, facing him but avoiding making eye contact. "Well, I—uh," you stammered. "I'm not going back. Not yet."

"I didn't come here to take you back."

That made your gaze meet his.

Why did you come then, Bellamy? you thought.

He side-stepped you and you turned to see him wandering deeper into the meadow. He began observing each and every beauty and oddity the small sanctuary held, touching the petals of every flower with a delicateness you had never witnessed before. Soon enough, you felt compelled to join him.

The two of you must have spent an hour in that meadow, inspecting each species of flora, hovering your fingertips through the glowing cusp of each plant as if you could feel its light on your skin, laughing together when a butterfly landed on the tip of your nose. Sometimes you caught Bellamy watching whenever your face lit up with excitement as you discovered something new. He never really looked at what you had found; he just looked at you, but you were too overjoyed to even contemplate why.

You felt like you had entered a dream, protected from the outside world where there were Grounders, war, and bitchy brown-haired girls. Everything real was forgotten, even your unrequited feelings for Bellamy. You just enjoyed his company in this dream and pretended it would last forever.

Somehow, you had both ended up lying on the forest floor side-by-side, surrounded by flowers as you stared up at the starry night sky through the tree crowns. It wasn't as cold as before; you guessed it was because of Bellamy's close proximity to you. One of his hands was behind his head, the other on his stomach. His warmth was radiating off his skin and onto your own.

You could have fallen asleep if you closed your eyes. Probably not the most logical idea though.

Bellamy's quiet, yet deep voice disrupted the silence. "It's just a distraction, you know?"

"Hm?"

"Those girls," he clarified, and you watched as his words turned to mist, carrying into the black sky. "If I focus too much on the fact that I have to control an entire camp of teenagers, fight a war against the Grounders, while taking care of Octavia and y—" he cut himself off, closing his eyes with a sigh. "I just feel like I start to lose myself."

Your focus shifted from the sky to him. Even he didn't seem to be looking at the sky anymore, despite his gaze still being pointed straight upward. He looked lost in his own thoughts. Serious and sombre—much different compared to how they had been just a short while ago.

"Well," you began softly. "We can't have that. You already seem a little rough around the edges, Blake."

A grin slowly formed across his lips and he shook his head. He turned his head to the side, looking down at your smiling expression from where he lay. The weightiness from before had melted from his demeanour. Because of a little distraction.

You had thought those two girls he spent most nights with were there purely for his own physical needs or because his attraction to them was greater than his self-control. Never had you contemplated the fact that it might have been because he was mentally struggling with the hardships of being a leader. Of course, how could you have? He had never told you before now.

Your brows furrowed. "Why tell me?"

The muscles in his jaw clenched and the grin fell from his lips. A sense of seriousness returned but this time it was less heavy. It seemed more like a weight was lifting from his shoulders. Like a declaration. Like a long-awaited confession.

You felt something warm brush against your hand; it gently grazed over your knuckles, lighting a fire beneath your skin. In Bellamy's dark eyes, you could see the reflection of his hand caressing your own and your heart leapt to your throat.

"Why do you think?" he murmured, his eyes flickering between your own, urging you to connect the dots instead of making him say it aloud.

Your lips parted and the crease between your eyebrows deepened.

Every time he picked you first to be his partner on a mission, every deep conversation you shared when no one else was around—they all had a hidden meaning. All the times his hand brushed against yours as you walked in sync side-by-side, the times you caught him staring at you through a one-hundred-person dense crowd, or the way he would step in front of you as if to shield you whenever there was even a hint of danger—it was all because...

"Oh," you whispered.

"Yeah." His eyes flickered between yours before he turned back to the stars. "And I—I understand if you don't feel the same way; I know I haven't given you much reason to. From those girls to the... the radio, and the culling on the Ark. If I could take—"

His sentence was cut short as you leaned over him, pressing your lips to his. You could feel his pulse racing in his lips. Or was it your own? Probably both. Your hair fell to the side and his mouth started to move against your own. He began to rise, moving you up along with him until you were both kissing in a sitting position.

Bellamy's hand moved to cradle your jaw, his lips slow and tender. Everything felt like it had fallen into place, like this was exactly how things were supposed to be, with his lips on yours in the middle of a fairy-tale-like meadow whilst surrounded by a field of glowing flowers and beautiful winged creatures.

The butterflies weren't just circling you now, they were somehow fluttering around in your stomach too and it felt exhilarating.

Unfortunately, the kiss did have to come to an end at some point. Even so, the warm fluttering in your stomach never ceased. Bellamy had pulled away first, his hands gently falling from your jaw and back into his lap. He was looking at you and at first, you were afraid he would get up and leave, or tell you he had changed his mind. But he didn't. A smile crept across his lips—not a self-satisfied smirk or a tantalising grin, but a genuine smile.

Forget the butterflies; your stomach was doing somersaults now. He found your hand once more and interlocked it with his own in your lap. His thumb drew small circles on the side of your palm almost as if he knew you needed a reminder that this moment was really happening.

"That was my first kiss," you admitted.

His smile became a little nervous. "Was it okay?"

Was it okay? This boy was a little clueless if he couldn't tell that you thoroughly enjoyed having his lips on yours. So, you answered him with another soft peck to his lips, then pulled back again to see his reaction. He chuckled, nodding his head to say he understood.

"We can always come out here to practice if you want," he said, this time with a smirk.

You laughed. "I think that's a good idea."

He tucked a lock behind your ear and gently brushed pieces of hair away from your face. You could feel warmth creeping into your cheeks, turning them a rosy pink. Well, it was probably more of a violet hue due to the intense blue glow from the plants and butterflies. Either way, it still revealed how nervous he made you feel.

"It's getting late. We should probably head back and sleep," you said. Bellamy raised an eyebrow, creating his own little innuendo with your words and your eyes widened. "Not together! Alone, I mean. In separate tents. With clothes... on..." you trailed off, realising you were only digging yourself a deeper hole.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in embarrassment.

He just chuckled and rose to his feet. "Come on, (L/N). Let's go sleep."

You rolled your eyes with a smile as he helped you stand up with him.

For a brief moment, you gave the area one last look, imprinting the memory into your mind. Who could have guessed that when you left the camp walls you would enter a fairy tale of vivid colours and electric butterflies? Or, even more surprising, that Bellamy Blake would later confess his feelings for you? All you had wanted was an escape; instead, you got a dream come true.

Bellamy pressed a hand to your lower back, guiding you with him towards the tree line in comfortable silence.

The walk back to the drop ship was pretty quiet. No more words needed to be said; a conversation that clarified what you two were now could wait for tomorrow when your brains weren't clouded by fatigue and the fresh excitement from confession. Some things hadn't changed though. Bellamy still stole glances at you every now and then, as you did him, earning a nervous smile and blush each time either of you got caught. Your hands alternated from brushing against one another to ever-so-slightly linking pinkies.

Okay, maybe things had changed a little.

You passed each flower that had led you to the meadow and this time, they became less and less as you grew closer to the drop ship. As you came up on the camp walls, the sound of fighting and conversations had died down and was replaced by the faint crackling of dying fires.

Finally, you both stepped through one of the openings and were within the camp. There didn't seem to be anyone awake; with the way the moon was shining down straight overhead, it was clear why.

Your pinkie fell from Bellamy's and you moved in front of him, taking a few slow steps backwards. "Uh, that's my tent over there," you said, gesturing behind you.

His eyes never left yours as he continued to walk toward you. "Yeah, I know."

"Oh, you know, do you?"

A grin stretched across his lips as he hummed and reached for your waist, pulling you against his body. Your hands wound around his neck, a smile present on your face as he leaned in, his lips mere inches from your own. His lips had just brushed against your own when someone behind you cleared their throat and you both jumped apart.

Bellamy peered beside your head, semi-glaring at the interrupter behind you.

What a surprise it was when you turned around to see Roma, arms crossed—clothes on, thankfully—and looking severely unhappy.

"You have got to be kidding me," she said with a scowl.

Perfect. Great. Absolutely fantastic. Looks like her field day had come early.

No way. You were too tired to deal with this. You gave Bellamy an apologetic glance before attempting to slip away through the gaps between tents. Unfortunately, it wasn't in Roma's best interest to let you off so easily. She caught your wrist and jerked you back toward her.

Bellamy looked like he was about to step in, but you beat him to it.

You tore your wrist from her grasp, words dripping with bitterness as you said, "Never do that again."

For a split second, she looked the slightest bit intimidated, but then quickly covered it up with disdain. Her gaze flickered from you to Bellamy; it was hard to miss the way she straightened her posture and tried to look more presentable for him.

And for a split second of your own, you felt the slightest twinge of fear that Bellamy would change his mind about you and leave with her again. But at that very same moment, he gently grabbed your hand and guided you back to his side, dissipating all your previous worries.

Both you and Roma looked down at your interlocked hands in disbelief.

"Listen, Roma." He sighed, sounding like he was desperately trying to keep his cool. "I think it's best if you and Bree find another tent to sleep in from now on."

Her disbelief turned into pure astonishment. "What? Are you serious?"

Bellamy lightly squeezed your hand.

God, he was putting this girl through the five stages of grief. You almost felt bad. Then you remembered the daily torment she had been putting you through just for existing and the remorse immediately washed away.

"Because of her? She's not even—"

"Choose your next words very carefully," he warned in a dangerously low voice.

Her mouth opened and shut a few times before she realised any insult thrown at you would end badly for her. It's not like Bellamy would hurt her, but he did have power over the camp, so he would probably force her to share a tent with Myles or something. His non-stop babbling would drive her to insanity.

She gave him a defiant look. "What if we don't want to leave?"

"I'll take the tent down and move it somewhere else."

"Then Bree and I will make both your lives a living Hell."

You could hear Bellamy suppress a laugh. "Unlikely," he echoed your previous words.

Roma looked to you as if you could help her case—the audacity. You gave her a sarcastic 'what-can-you-do?' shrug which just enhanced her seething temper. It was obvious that she was getting nowhere and the moment she realised, you swore you could see her ego literally deflating.

She made a short high-pitched noise of frustration and spun around, her hair whipping melodramatically through the air as she practically stomped back to Bellamy's tent. You could hear her call out to the other girl inside, telling her to 'pack her shit' and that they were moving tents. Not long after, the blonde-haired girl emerged from the tent flap holding a bundle of clothes. Roma must have explained to her what happened because they both shot a venomous glare in your direction and then walked off in search of another tent.

You sighed in relief as they disappeared out of sight. You were about to walk back to your own tent, but Bellamy tugged you back to him once more, his arms wrapping around your torso as your hands fell on his chest.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I thought she'd handle it better."

You fiddled with the material of his shirt, half-smiling. "I told you she was a gem."

"Yeah." He chuckled. "My taste of women has been a little... questionable."

Your hands moved up to his shoulders, pulling your body up against his. His fingertips grazed the exposed skin of your waist, sending a wave of goosebumps across your body.

"You should really try breaking that trend."

He had that same intense look in his eye as when you were both in the meadow. This time it didn't hold any sadness or longing, but rather a sense of finality and affection, like his greatest wish had finally come true—that would make two of you. One of his hands moved to cup your cheek, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb as his face grew closer to yours.

The heart thumping in your chest almost gave out as you reflexively leaned further into his warm embrace.

"I already have," he murmured before his soft lips descended upon yours.

And the butterflies returned.

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donettte · 14 days

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It's a bit embarrassing to post this here but this is my oc x canon ship.. it started as a joke (kinda) and now I'm literally obsessed and I have a looong twitter thread with pics of these two.. Anyway this is Karen and she's Bellamy's coworker at that flag workshop 😳

#one piece #one piece fanart #bellamy the hyena #oc #oc x canon #one piece oc x canon #my art

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s1ater · 9 months

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i do what i have to do.

pairings. bellamy blake x fem!reader

part two of two.

about. in which you point your gun at someone you never thought you’d point it at.

warnings. swearing

ricky rocks. look who finally finished a year old one shot/fic/whatever you call it 🤗🤗

bellamy coudn’t hurt you even if he wanted to. so, when mumbling the words, ‘move or i’ll kill you’, you could see right through his bluff by the way his eyes so willingly betrayed him, filled with... hurt.

in all truth, bellamy believed you would have shot him if it would have come down to that, and maybe that’s what pained him most. he wouldn't hurt a hair on your head, and you would have, but only for the best interest and safety of arkadia and your friends.

you never wanted to hurt bellamy, but recently you really, really wanted to slap him upside the head for all the stupid shit he had been doing. and maybe a gun scare would knock some sense into him, or maybe it would only put him deeper into the hole pike was digging for him.

bellamy yanked you to your feet quickly after the two of you had seemed to have recovered from all the commotion that had just taken place. you weren't sure whether or not he wanted to get you away from the increase in rowdy crowd or to have his way with you first.

you were beginning to think it was the last option as he marched down the hall with you in front of him, gripping your left arm while the other pressed against your back. one, two, three, four more steps before he shoved you into one of the guards rooms, his room.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he let go of your arm with a slight shove causing you to stumble forward a bit. he looked angry, more than you had ever seen him and more than you would have ever wished to see.

“bellamy, don’t start with me,” you mumbled, raising a finger to harshly accuse him... for something. “if you’re going to kill me, just get it over with.”

he scoffed, looking beyond dumbfounded with his mouth slight agape, not believing the words that had just came from your mouth.

“stop fucking talking,” he needed to think. he begun to pace back and forth, and you had no idea what to do with yourself as you watched him. “i need to get you out of here.”

"what?"

he gives you a dumbfounded look that was filled with a sense of urgency, "y/n, you just shot someone that can have you dead within seconds. you don't leave, someone’s going to do exactly what you did, and take justice into their own hands."

"you should have let me finish the job."

"we're not starting this," he grips your shoulder before pushing you by your upper back. "people are leaving. o, kane, miller—you go with them. you stay, they'll kill you."

"how do you know this?" you mumbled, glancing back at the mention of your friends and the planned escape you all had developed. bellamy was considered a traitor to you all, so he would be the last person on your list to concern with the escape plan.

"eyes everywhere."

you narrow your brows at him, "you're coming with."

he narrows his brows in shock, not expecting you to say this, you share the same expression, also shocked by yourself. the past month would explain this--not only had you watched your world at arkadia fastly crumble after the slow rebuild of humanity, you also witnessed your relationship with bellamy slowly tank moment after moment while his with pike was created.

so, offering passage was an absurd idea. after all the betrayal.

he seems to wince after his surprisal settles but is quick to keep a straight face as best as he can, "you're getting the wrong idea."

"am i?"

"we're not friends anymore, y/n. this isn't old times," his words are intentionally stinging, but you don't miss the look on his face that betrays him. "you can't save me if that’s what you’re thinking. I don't need to be saved, i know what i’m doing."

you frown, "bellamy, you need to stop acting like there's never going to be a happy ending for you before it comes true. leave with us."

"you know i can't do that."

"why not?"

"I dug myself in too deep this time," his face was still stone cold, but it didn't prevent remorse from blossoming in your chest. "maybe if you weren't such a terrible shot, this would be all over."

***

in well under an hour bellamy had you out of arkadia, alone. your friends had left a lot sooner than thought and no matter how much begging you did—expectedly—bellamy left his mind unchanged.

you knew exactly where your friends were going—where they’d be. it was a long and lonely hike but it was enough time for reflection.

you miss the time where you felt like a kid still. where you were young and reckless and full of hope that you’d finally get to be free upon that first step off the drop ship. that you had purpose and will and fighting was something you hadn’t really minded aside from the possible side affect of death.

now you were tired. you just wanted to lay your head down for once and not think about the pointless rivalry purging your everyday life.

“y/n, you’re okay,” octavia pulls you into a tight hug, a certain relief setting over. “god, after we hadn’t seen you, we assumed the worst.”

“i’m okay,” you gave her a thin-lipped smile, “thanks to your brother.”

“bellamy?” she seems shocked, like that’s the first courteous thing he’s done for someone in years.

“yes,” you nod, understanding the hostile tone she almost takes with his name. “i think he might’ve saved me.”

“where is bellamy?” miller speaks causing you to realize they had all emerged from the cave.

"he's gone."

"dead?"

"no,” you shake your head, “he stayed behind. he said he had to fix some thing’s before he showed his face again.”

octavia mentally rolled her eyes, but kept her composure as she watched you, “you’re here. that’s all that matters.”

***

“is he dead?”

“indra has him.”

“bellamy-“

“y/n,” he gives you a pointed look at your protest. “you know that’s as good as dead.”

he was right. pike killed her people, that was far from unforgivable. he’d be lucky to receive death.

“she didn’t kill you.”

he shook his head, keeping his eyes low to the ground, “thanks to o.”

it took a day for bellamy to find you all. his face was beaten and bloodied, but you knew better than to ask what the cause was. he had a lot of enemies at the moment and it wasn’t like this was something out of the blue for him. you would've been surprised to see a clean face.

“she doesn’t hate you as much as you think.”

“i’d like to think she doesn’t hate me at all,” he presses his lips into a thin line. “you’re right though.”

you nod, trying to look sympathetic.

“about everything. i’m sorry.”

your mouth slightly opens in shock from not anticipating his words; apology and admitting.

“i’m sorry too,” you nod, swallowing harshly as you think about having that gun pointed inches from his face. “i would’ve never shot you.”

“you sure?” his voice is lighthearted, but you can tell he’s genuine when asking. “could’ve guessed otherwise.”

“guessing will only hurt you,” you tease, but quickly drop the blitheness. “i shouldn’t have done it, but i was scared… and angry.”

“i know,” he whispers, “we do what we have to do, right?”

“right.”

“then if that means shooting me to knock some sense into me, do it.”

a laugh gets stuck in the back of your throat at the preposterous thought of it. the funny thing was you knew he wasn’t joking. classic bellamy, putting himself in harm’s way.

“me a couple months ago would be more than happy to oblige,” you shake your head, making it his turn to laugh.

“us a couple months ago was a different story. i’m sure we already had guns to each other’s throats.”

you laugh with him, “yeah.”

“never again.”

nodding, “never again.”

you stare at one another now, quiet and calm. you don’t think you’ve ever had a moment like this with bellamy before.

you’re not sure what to do, but bellamy does.

your months of angsty butting heads leading to civilness, then ultimately leading to radio silence on both of your ends due to pike, had killed him. and now, here you were, back in his grasp of more than just civilness, he couldn’t let that go.

“i lied,” he mumbles, suddenly shifting from the rock he sat on. “instead of shooting me…” he’s leaning now, hovering, and just barely resisting the urge to complete his intentions. you feel his breath fan your face; feel, because your eyes are shut. “please, just kiss me.”

his nose is slotted against yours, still hovering as he watches you beneath his eye lashes. his lips are so close… so close to yours, it’s killing him that he waits.

“i’m sorry, but i have to do this,” he smiles before finally pressing his lips against yours.

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Heyyy can u plz write a season one Bellamy blake x reader griffin/Kane SMUT where they are enemies and leaders of the 100 but don't see eye to eye on anything but have too much sexual tension and attraction towards each other and decide to give into their desire for one night cause they think if they screw each other they get their attraction out of their system?

Invisible String [B.B]

summary: hating him was easier than loving him. especially when clarke went through so much trouble to keep them away from each other. but for some reason, her attraction to him was much larger than her dignity

pairings: bellamy blake x caroline griffin (oc) a/n: the oc has no description, so feel free to imagine whoever you wish, I just write better when the main character has a name

tags: (18+) wells jaha lives, cursing, the nickname "princess" cause it's kind of cringey but fits their dynamic, SMUT; hate sex, (kinda) dom!bellamy, dirty talk, hate sex, hair pulling

Hating Bellamy Blake was almost too easy.

He was too cocky for his own good and was even worse at listening to orders than Caroline. He had been tormenting her, her sister and Wells since they landed.

But a long time has passed since their first days on Earth. The camp was functioning well and Caroline and Clarke found a way to work with Bellamy. After a kid died and Murphy was banished after being accused of killing some privileged kid, they formed a truce. Bellamy was the one leading the hunting trips and watching over the delinquents who were building the wall, Clarke was in charge of keeping the peace with the Grounders (the liberty of her having a thing with their Commander) and Caroline decided who got which job and worked with Raven to make radios and get in contact with The Ark.

She was not that thrilled about her mother coming down because, before she got arrested, she was not exactly mother of the year. Still, she felt guilty about the innocent people who were dying up there while there was a safe planet waiting for them.

Caroline let out a sigh and stood up, instantly drawing Raven’s attention to herself. She wiped her sweat off of her face with a rag and placed it down on the table, before saying, “I think that I’m done for today. I have to discuss some stuff with Bellamy.”

Raven snorted and raised an amused eyebrow, her tone taunting. “Oh, I bet. So much for staying away from him.”

The Griffin rolled her eyes at the reminder of her sister’s warning and wordlessly walked out of their work tent. Bellamy was very blunt with his flirting when they weren’t spitting insults at each other and when he wasn’t sleeping with half of the camp. Caroline was slightly annoyed and brushed it off quickly, but Clarke was down-right pissed. Her protective older sister was on and she was quick to tell Caroline how bad of an idea getting involved with Bellamy was. Her lecture was at least five minutes long but Caroline did not listen to a word that she said. She was not stupid. She knew that even flirting with Bellamy was a bad idea, but she was not planning on it. She liked to believe that she had standards.

“Hey, Princess.” Bellamy greeted her when she entered his tent without knocking. “You’re early.”

“No, you just slept in.” Caroline deadpanned while scanning his bare chest with a blank look on her face while he sat on the edge of his makeshift bed. “Some of us have been up and working for hours.”

Okay, yes, Bellamy was an asshole. But he was a hot asshole. If you asked her, she would say that the fact that he was annoying only made him more attractive. But that might just be her daddy issues talking.

He furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “Shit, is it really late?”

“Yeah, it’s almost lunch.” She shrugged and walked across his tent to grab one of his shirts. She absentmindedly threw it on him, silently telling him to get dressed. “I told Wells to let you sleep. You were keeping guard pretty late last night.”

She told herself that it was because he needed his eight hours of sleep if he was going to function properly. He was even more grumpy when he slept for only two hours.

Bellamy’s lips tugged into a grin and then fell open as he let out a dramatic gasp. “Was that you being nice?” She rolled her eyes and he was quick to add, “I’m sorry, I only ever saw you being nice to Clarke and Wells. Is it snowing outside?”

“Shut up.” Caroline muttered, her eyes involuntarily flickering toward his hands. “Just get dressed. We have work to do.”

He grabbed the blue shirt that she gave him but made no move to put it on. He simply raised a knowing eyebrow. “Are you sure that you want me to do that? You don’t want to keep checking me out?”

Caroline felt heat rushing to her face. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times, but no words came out and she was desperately trying to find something to say. A couple of seconds later, she simply blurted out, “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not that good looking.”

His smirk only grew. “Oh, so I’m not that good looking?” He stepped closer and she wished that the ground would swallow her whole. “I knew you liked me, Princess.”

“You wish,” She shot back, but made no move to step away from him. His scent was intoxicating and she could not look away from his face. His dark eyes were flickering between her eyes and her lips and she swore that they only got darker when her breath hitched.

Bellamy lifted his hand to brush some of her hair away from the face and he licked his lips, an action that only made her stare at his lips longer. He pushed his face closer to her own and just as he was about to lock their lips together, Wells’ voice rang through the air.

“Bellamy, did you take my─” He cut himself off when he looked up from the ground to see his best friend standing inappropriately close to the guy that she hated for months. His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he silently looked back and forth between the two of them for a couple of moments. He swallowed and awkwardly croaked out, “I’ll come back later. Or never. Probably never.”

Caroline watched the place he was standing at a couple of seconds ago in shock. She quickly stepped away from Bellamy and cleared her throat. “Get dressed and meet me in the map tent.”

Bellamy watched her leave the tent in a rush and chuckled to himself the second she left.

Caroline wished that they could simply work in silence, each on their own side of the tent. After what happened earlier that morning, the last thing that she needed was to spent the next couple of hours before lunch with Bellamy. Especially because he seemed completely unfazed. If anything, his amusement only grew every time he would catch her staring at him which would lead to her having to look away or narrow her eyes into a glare to seem annoyed rather than flustered.

He saw right through her. That might be the reason why she hated him so much. She had always tried to keep her walls up as high as possible because she was afraid of letting people in. But Bellamy could read her like an open book.

“We should move Jasper from the gate and get Miller there.” Caroline suggested as she leaned over the map of their camp. “I love him to death but he runs at the first sight of danger. There is no one better than Miller. I trust him to stay there more than anyone.”

Bellamy surprised her by shaking his head. Her eyebrows furrowed. Was Miller not his best friend? “Guarding the gate is a big responsibility, yes, but it’s also dangerous. The guards there are usually the first to go. We have to put someone disposable there.”

Caroline let out a humorless laugh and looked at him in disbelief. “Are you kidding me? No one in this camp is disposable. We put the most competent person there, no matter how much either one of us cares about him.”

The Blake shrugged. “I don’t know if losing him is worth it.”

“And losing someone else is?” She retorted and stepped away from the table and scoffed. “I cannot believe you. You talk shit about The Ark, Jaha and the privileged for sending us here and labeling us as disposable but you are not any different. For some reason, those kids out there trust you but you are willing to sacrifice any of them if it means saving your ass and the two people you care about.”

Bellamy clenched his jaw, his eyes flashing with anger the second that she compared him to the monsters that killed his mother and locked up his sister. He stepped closer to her and glared down at her. “Stop pretending that you know me, Princess. You can’t psychoanalyze everyone in your life just because of one decision they make.”

Caroline glared back at him, not intimidated. “And you can judge people based on who their parents are? That’s ironic. I would not be surprised if you were planning to tell me that I should guard the gate since you clearly hate me so much. Putting me there is the easiest way to get rid of me, right?”

“Maybe I do hate you?” His words made her falter in surprise. “How can I not? You always have something to say about every decision I make. You take every opportunity to argue with me. Whenever I think that we are starting to see eye to eye, you do another thing to drive me crazy. And I hate myself for it a lot more than I hate you because despite you being everything that I’m against I still…” Bellamy did not finish his sentence and simply stared at the clueless look on her face. After a couple of seconds of silence, he muttered, “Fuck it.”

Caroline stumbled back in surprise which led to her sitting on the desk. Before she got the chance to kiss him back, he pulled away. His breath fanned across her lips and he stared at her, trying to find any hint of disgust or hesitance. He did not find any. But this time, she was the one that kissed him. She gripped his shirt to keep him closer while one of his hands tangled in her hair. Her breath hitched when he used his grip on her cair to pull her head down in order to reveal her neck. He did not think twice before he messily started placing open-mouthed kisses over her exposed collar bone.

She moaned and spread her legs so he could comfortably stand between them. His other hand found her waist and she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling on his curls lightly to spur him on. He pushed down her shirt to reveal her bra so he could keep sucking hickies down to her breats. The hand on her waist squeezed it and he paused, squeezing his eyes shut to get it together.

“Did you─ did you ever have sex?” Bellamy asked,his dark eyes practically piercing through her soul.

Caroline’s eyes almost softened at the genuine worry in his voice. He was grounded enough to ask the eighteen year old, who spent the last six years of her life locked up, if she was a virgin or not. Luckily, after Clarke broke Wells’ heart, she was more than fine with being his rebound to keep her mind off of other things.

She rapidly nodded, tugging at his shirt so he could get back to what he was doing before.

“Words, Caroline,”

Caroline. Not Princess or Baby Griffin. Just Caroline.

“Yes.” She breathed out. “I had sex before. Now stop being so uncharacteristically considerate and kiss me.”

Bellamy did not need to be told twice. He leaned back down to kiss her and her hands quickly found their way around his neck to pull him closer to her despite them already being chest-to-chest. His tongue slipped into her mouth and easily won the short battle for dominance.

Caroline placed her hands on his chest to push him away. He gave her a confused look which disappeared when she pulled her shirt over her head. He smirked and then copied her actions, exposing his chest. This time, she shamelessly checked him out.

Bellamy was pleasantly surprised when she reached down to pull his pants down along with his underwear. Her hand wrapped around his dick and started to slowly move her hand up and down, almost as if she was teasing him. He let out a low groan and leaned his hands on either side of her. He rested his forehead against hers and kept his eyes on her as she jerked him off.

“Fuck, Princess.” He cursed, his breath hitching. He was ashamed of how close he was just from her jerking him off.

He pulled her hand away and just as she was about to ask him what he was doing, he pulled her off of the desk in order to pull her hands down. He wrapped his arms around her thighs to place her back on the table and she gasped in surprise when his fingers slipped between her legs. His fingers teased her opening until she was whining into his mouth.

“Don’t tease.”

He chuckled and dipped one of his fingers inside of her. “Patience.”

She did not argue and simply leaned back, letting him pump his fingers in and out of her while he rubbed her clit. She moaned his name lowly, aware that if they were too loud, the others outside could hear them. Bellamy almost moaned at the sight of the girl squirming and trying her hardest to stay quiet on the table. The girl who never kept her mouth shut and was a force to be reckoned with was completely at his mercy.

Before Caroline could finish, he pulled his hand away. She panted and gave him a weak glare. “You’re a dick,”

“I didn’t hear you arguing when you were moaning my name.” He shot back and cupped her ass to bring their bodies closer together. He wrapped one of his hands around his dick and slid inside of her. He let out a deep groan and she let out a high pitchen moan due to his lack of patience. Bellamy placed one of his hands over her mouth and whispered, “Be quiet for me, Princess. You don’t want the rest of the camp to hear how much you hate me, do you?”

She shook her head and her eyes rolled to the back of her head when he pulled out and roughly pushed back inside her. He was no better than her. He was cursing and groaning as she rolled her hips back into his own.

They spent a couple of minutes like that, soaking in pleasure and the thrill that they got from the fact that anyone could walk into the tent at any minute. “I’m close.” He muttered and used the hand that was not covering her mouth to rub her clit in order to get her closer to the edge.

Caroline’s nails dug into his shoulders and the moaned against his hand, almost reaching her peak. He groaned at the pain and only snapped his hips against her faster. Her vision blurred and her eyes squeezed shut when she finally fell over the edge and came around him. Her walls squeezing him like a vice was what pushed him over the edge and he was quick to pull out and finish on her stomach.

Caroline panted and leaned her forehead against his chest when his hand fell from her mouth.

"So much for hating me, huh, Princess?"

She groaned. "Clarke is gonna kill me."

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🏴‍☠️ They are holding hands 🤭🥰✨️

⚠️Please do not repost my art!

#digital art #fanart #anime #anime art #one piece #one piece fanart #bellamy the hyena #one piece bellamy #one piece oc #own character #oc x canon

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circero · 2 months

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Finally finished this piece of Jack and Cake walking together while eating cotton candy! 🍬🤡🎪

( I love this clown with every fiber of my being. )

#laughing jack #lj #laughing jack creepypasta #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #cake topper #cade bellamy #clown #clown oc #creepypasta x oc #laughing jack x oc #my art 2024

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I was reading the most gut wrenching amazing fanfiction, like 2000 words per chapter, amazing grammar and spectacular plot type of shit. then I realised the last update was in 2017 and that the account doesn’t post anymore.

I’m grieving.

also I’m writing the second chapter of shadows so I’ll probably publish it either tomorrow or sunday

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The five of you stood at the side of the cliff, your hearts pounding with anticipation as Finn gripped the rope tightly in his hand, ready to swing across the gap. Finn prepared to make his leap, Jasper piped up, his voice filled with determination. "Wait, guys. Let me do it. I've got this."

There was a moment of stunned silence as his words sunk in. Clarke glanced at him, concern etched across her features. "Jasper, are you sure? It's a long way across." But Jasper was already stepping forward, a defiant gleam in his eyes. "Clarke. Trust me, I can do this."

The rest of you exchanged uncertain glances, but Finn nodded in agreement. "Let him try. We don't have much time."

With a collective cheer, you urged Jasper on as he gripped the rope and launched himself into the air. For a moment, he sailed across the gap with grace, his movements fluid and confident. As Jasper neared the other side, a spear soared through the air straight into his chest, sending him careening off course.

With a sickening thud, he collided with the rock behind him, the impact knocking the wind out of him.

"Jasper!" Clarke cried out in horror, rushing forward to help him. The rest of you watched in shock, the reality of the situation sinking in. You were not alone in these woods.

Finn took charge, his voice urgent as he scanned the surrounding area. "We need to move. Now. Whatever hit Jasper could still be out there."

You stood in stunned silence by yourself, gears turning in your head at the lack of choices you seemed to have in this moment. Clarkes voice waking you back up from your daze. You crouch down out of sight of whatever was out there.

The woods seemed darker and more foreboding now, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs sending shivers down your spine. You looked back at Jaspers figure once more pinned to the rock, catching sight of Monty out in the open.

"Well, this is just fantastic. I always wanted to be stuck in a survival situation with a bunch of amateurs." You whisper to yourself, scanning the woods around you before lunging towards Monty, dragging him by his ear back to the group.

"We are so screwed," Octavia insisted, her eyes darting from tree to tree as if searching for any sign of their missing friend.

Out of nowhere, Jasper's chilling scream pierced through the stillness of the forest, sending a shiver down your spine and causing your blood to run cold. Panic surged through you, your mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

"Clarke, Jasper. He's alive," you gasped out, your voice trembling with a mix of relief and dread.

But Clarke was already moving, her determination unwavering as she raced ahead, heedless of Finn's warning. "Clarke, wait. Wait! Wait," Finn called out desperately, but she didn't stop.

Monty's voice trembled with fear as he scanned the surrounding trees, removing himself from you side to stand at the cliffs edge once more. "No. Where is he?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes wide with horror.

"They took him," Clarke replied, her tone heavy with sorrow and rage. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut, feeling paralyzed as you crouched in the depths of the forest, knowing that Jasper was now in the hands of whatever lurked in the woods.

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The four of you sprinted through the dense undergrowth, the branches seemed to claw at your skin, leaving scratches in their wake. You reached out, grabbing Octavia's arm with clammy hands, pulling her along with you as you dodged and weaved through the obstacles in your path.

Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed Monty and Clarke lagging behind, their breath coming in ragged gasps. "Come on, guys! We're almost there!" you shouted back, urging them to pick up the pace. The forest around you seemed to darken, the sunlight filtering through the canopy overhead seems to diminish with each passing step.

light struggled to penetrate the thick trees behind you, casting long shadows that stretch across the forest floor like fingers reaching out to pull you deeper into the gloom with every step you took towards the safety of the camp.

The distant flicker of the campfire beckoned through the thick brush, you could almost feel the warmth of the flames against your skin, driving you forward despite the burning ache in your legs. Each step was a struggle, your muscles screaming in protest from the relentless exertion of running from Mount Weather.

You pushed Octavia forward through the trees, finally reaching the group, you were met with a scene that sent a chill down your spine. Murphy and Wells were engaged in a vicious knife fight, their faces contorted with anger and desperation.

Clarke stepped in front of you, her voice sharp with urgency. "Wells! Let him go!" she yelled, pushing herself through the crowd to intervene.

“Alright enough you two!” Bellamy growled as he pushed Murphy away from Wells. Meeting Clarkes angry glare before Octavia caught his attention.

He moved with determined strides, parting the sea of bodies like a ship cutting through choppy waters., his expression darkening with concern and anger. "Octavia, are you all right?" he demanded, his piercing gaze locked onto you, unwavering and intense. "You let her get hurt out there? Where's the food you were so spent on getting?”

You bristled at his accusatory tone, your sarcasm dripping like venom. "Oh, sorry, Bellamy, I was too busy dodging spears and saving Octavia to remember to pack you a picnic basket," you shot back, your frustration boiling over. "But you seem to have everything under control, as usual."

Bellamy's jaw clenched, his gaze hardening even further as he took a step closer to you. "Don't play games with me, y/n," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Finn stumbled forward, gasping for breath. "We... we didn't make it to Mount Weather," he managed to get out between labored breaths.

Clarke stepped forward, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "We were attacked," she announced, her gaze sweeping over the assembled group of delinquents. "They were waiting for us, lying in ambush."Her words hung heavy in the air, a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in the woods beyond their camp. The group exchanged worried glances.

Clarke's gaze softened as she addressed her friends, her voice sincere. "Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong," she continued, her eyes meeting each of theirs in turn. "There are people here, survivors. The good news is, that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us."

"Yeah, the bad news is the Grounders will," Finn admitted, his eyes reflecting the gravity of their situation.

Wells limped towards the group, grimacing in pain as his voice broke through the tension, his concern evident as he inquired about Jasper's whereabouts. "Where's the kid with the goggles?" he asked, his gaze darting around the group anxiously.

Clarke stepped forward, her expression grim as she delivered the devastating news. "Jasper was hit. They took him," she revealed anxiously. "Where is your wristband?" she demanded, turning her attention back to Wells, her eyes searching his face for answers.

Wells hesitated for a moment before responding, his voice heavy with regret. "Ask him," he replied, gesturing towards Murphy with a solemn expression.

Clarke's frustration was obvious as she processed the information. "How many?" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper as she awaited Murphy's response.

Murphy's reply was chilling in its simplicity. "Twenty-four and counting," he admitted, his tone sinister as he confirmed the number.

Clarke's frustration boiled over, her words laced with anger. "You idiots," she spat, her voice filled with bitter disappointment. "Life support on the Ark is failing. That's why they brought us down here," she scolded, her words a reminder of the harsh reality they faced.

"Don't listen to her. She's one of the privileged. If they come down, she'll have it good," Bellamy shouted, rallying the crowd with his impassioned words. "We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm? It makes you a prisoner," he declared, his tone defiant as he challenged Clarke's authority as he faced her.

"I say you're not criminals! You're fighters, survivors! The Grounders should worry about us!" His words resonated with the crowd, drawing them back to his side as they echoed their agreement.

You shook your head in disappointment at the shortsightedness of it all, the frustration evident in your expression as you watched the crowd rally behind Bellamy's reckless rhetoric.

Monty pulled you and Clarke towards him, his faced scrunched in discomfort. "What do we do now?" he asked, his eyes darting between Clarke and Bellamy as he sought your guidance.

Clarke's response was firm and resolute, her gaze unwavering as she addressed him. "Now we go after Jasper," she declared.

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You and Clarke worked quickly to patch up Wells, the urgency of the situation lending speed to your movements as you devised a plan to rescue Jasper. Clarke and Finn's heated exchange filled the air behind you, their voices clashing in disagreement.

Finn remained steadfast in his belief that venturing back into the woods would only lead to disaster. "I'm not going anywhere, and neither should any of you. That spear was thrown with pinpoint accuracy from 300 feet," he argued back.

Clarke's frustration bubbled to the surface as she refused to entertain the idea of leaving Jasper behind. "So what, we let Jasper die? That's not gonna happen, Spacewalker." she retorted, every word seasoned with accusation.

Finn stood his ground, his expression desperate as he countered Clarke's resolve. "It's not an adventure, Clarke, it's a suicide mission," he countered.

"Clarke, we could use Bellamy," you suggested, your voice tinged with reluctance. "He has a weapon. As annoying as he is, we need all the help we can get."

Walking over to Octavia, you handed her a bottle of water, offering her a small smile of reassurance before looking over her leg once more. Clarke approached Bellamy then, her voice commanding as she addressed him. "I hear you have a gun.” Bellamy reply came without hesitation, lifting his shirt slightly to reveal the weapon strapped to his waist.

As he did, you couldn't help but notice the defined contours of his abdomen, the muscles taut and well-defined. Caught momentarily in the act of admiring, you quickly averted your gaze, but not before Bellamy's eyes flicked up, catching you in the act.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he noticed your fleeting glance. "Like what you see?" he quipped, his tone teasing.

You rolled your eyes, unable to resist a sarcastic retort. "Please, Bellamy, don't flatter yourself. I was just wondering if that thing is even loaded," you shot back, your tone laced with playful sarcasm.

Clarke nodded in agreement. “That’s good. Follow me," she instructed, her words leaving no room for argument.

You fell into step beside her, Bellamy shot you both a questioning look, his brow furrowed in confusion. "And why would I do that?" he asked, his voice edged with skepticism. The two you halting in your walking.

You couldn't resist the urge to challenge him back, his self-righteous attitude grating your nerves for the second time today, "Oh, I don't know, Bellamy. Maybe because you're not as brave as you like to pretend," you retorted, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

Bellamy's expression hardened, and he stepped closer to you, mirroring your stance, his gaze intense. For a moment, you almost step back at his closeness, but you refused to back down. "Careful, sweetheart. You don't want to find out just how wrong you are," he warned.

You squared your shoulders, meeting his gaze with equal intensity. "Try me," you mocked, your voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You walked away with Clarke, leaving Bellamy behind. You could almost feel the weight of his gaze boring into your back as you moved further away. A silent challenge lingering in the air.

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Your focus, alongside Clarke's, remained on locating Jasper, the urgency tangible in every stride as the group trudged through the dense undergrowth. Bellamy's voice, sharp and cutting, sliced through the otherwise oppressive silence.

"Hey, hold up. What's the rush? You don't survive a spear through the heart." His words halted the group in their tracks, prompting a momentary pause in the relentless pursuit. Wells attempted to interject, his voice a soft plea for reason, "We have to find him, Bellamy,” but Murphy's abrupt intrusion blocked his path.

"We heard him scream when they moved him. We have to find him now." You voiced, restraining yourself from punching Bellamy in the face.

The exchange between you and Clarke, a tense back-and-forth of explanations and rebuttals, seemed destined to continue until Bellamy interrupted, his tone brusque and impatient. "As soon as you take those wristbands off, we can go."

“Over my dead body, Blake,” you huffed, finding his insistence infuriating. Bellamy was quick to put on a self-satisfied expression at your remark. Suddenly, Finn materialized out of the shadows, his unexpected presence bringing an abrupt halt to the argument.

"Clarke's right. We need to keep moving. We're not leaving anyone behind."

Clarke spared you one last glance, mouthing a simple ‘sorry’ before walking away with Finn taking the lead of the group. Once they dispersed, you found yourself beside Wells, Bellamy, and Murphy not far behind. Seeking solace in conversation, you struck up a dialogue with him, hoping to find some semblance of normalcy. Every step felt heavy, the worry for Jasper gnawing at your insides.

The sound of a low groan reverberated through the trees, causing both you and Clarke to snap into action. Without a second thought, you both bolted towards the source of the noise. pushing through tangled foliage and dodging gnarled roots. You finally stumbled upon Jasper, his figure slumped against a rock.

Your heart twisted at the sight of him, “Jasper!” you screamed, looking over his battered and bloodied form. Jasper's wounds were covered, a makeshift bandage hastily applied by unknown hands. Jasper groaned aloud once more, relief flooded through you at the realization that he was alive.

Before you could reach him, the ground beneath your feet gave way, the earth crumbling beneath you in a sudden collapse. Clarke's scream pierced the air as she watched you disappear into the darkness below.

She stumbled backward, her eyes wide with fear, before collapsing to the ground herself. The rest of the group rushed to her side, their shouts of concern blending with the chaos of the moment.

In the midst of the commotion, Bellamy's strong grip closed around your arm, your heart leaped into your throat, you locked eyes with Bellamy just as you were about to plummet into the unknown depths below.

For a fleeting moment, there was something indecipherable in his expression, a hint of uncertainty perhaps, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

Before you could dwell on it further, you realized his attention was drawn to the wristband on your arm, and Bellamy's gaze flickered down to it for just a moment. Anger flared within you at the implication, and you snapped, "Let go, Bellamy!"

He hesitated, his grip on your arm tightening as if contemplating his next move. Panic overwhelmed you as you teetered on the edge of the pit, "I know you want to let go, Bellamy. Just do it already!" you snapped.

Bellamy's expression remained inscrutable, his gaze flickering briefly to your wristband before meeting yours again. Then, as if coming to a decision, he released you, allowing you to slip further into the spiked pit below.

Just as you were about to plummet into the abyss, Murphy's strong hand closed around your arm. The rest of the group rushed to your aid, their shouts of concern mingling with the chaos of the moment as they worked together to pull you back to safety.

With a collective effort, they hoisted you up from the brink, your heart pounding in your chest as you collapsed onto solid ground once more. Relief washed over you in a dizzying wave, but as you shot a glare at Bellamy, his gaze still lingering on you with an intensity you couldn't quite decipher.

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Murphy and Finn rushed forward to help Jasper, you stayed back, still trying to steady your breathing after the near fall. The others scrambled to their feet, scanning the forest for any signs of danger. your eyes landed on Bellamy's gun lying on the ground nearby.

Before you could think twice, a low growl echoed through the trees, sending shivers down your spine. Your gaze shot back to the source of the sound just in time to see a sleek panther emerge from the brush, its predatory eyes fixed on Bellamy.

“Bellamy!” Clarke shouted. “Get the gun now!”

Bellamy reached in his waistband, feeling around for his gun coming up short. A look of confusion passed over his face as the panther crept closer to him. For a split second, you hesitated, your anger and resentment towards Bellamy flashing through your mind. ‘he doesn’t deserve to live.’ You thought. But against your better judgment, you lunged forward, grabbing the gun and aiming at the panther.

You fired off a shot, the sound echoing through the forest as the bullet found its mark. The panther let out a fierce roar before getting ready to strike again. You straightened your aim, stepping closer before firing another round. The panther collapsing to the ground with a loud, its threat neutralized.

Breathless and shaken, Bellamy turned to face you with an eyebrow raised. "Guess I owe you one," he replied, his tone laced with sarcasm.

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“They're back!”

The gates of the camp swung open, allowing everyone to stream back through the camp, you found yourself lingering behind, lost in the tumult of your own thoughts. Memories of your mother, her accusing words, and the weight of her disappointment flooded your mind.

You recalled the countless times she had blamed you for her circumstances, her voice echoing in your head like a haunting refrain. The sharp sting of her words, the relentless yelling, and the coldness in her eyes all played vividly in your memory.

"You coming?" Bellamy's voice broke through your reverie, pulling you back to the present.

You glanced up, meeting his gaze briefly before looking away. "Yeah, I'll catch up," you replied tersely, your tone betraying the turmoil within. Your legs guided you without a second though, taking your place on a log settled by the fire, surrounded by the other delinquents. You let the warmth of the flames ease the tension in your shoulders.

Harper and Miller's banter provided a welcome distraction, their jokes and laughter cutting through the heavy atmosphere that hung over the camp. You found yourself drawn into their playful exchange, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you listened to their witty repartee.

"So, did you hear about the guy who stole a calendar? He got twelve months!" Harper said, laughing to herself while Miller poked the fire next to you.

"Oh man, that's almost as bad as your last joke!" Miller responded, shaking his head at her bad attempts at jokes.

You chuckled along with them, appreciating the light-hearted moment amidst the chaos of your situation. You caught yourself watching Bellamy, your eyes hazily looking over at the line forming in front of him.

"Next!" Bellamy shouted, while Murphy continued to break off the wristbands of each delinquent in line. You watched as he worked efficiently, his movements brisk and purposeful as he conducted his trade.

"Food for wristbands. One at a time, let's keep it moving."

Despite your lingering resentment towards him, you couldn't help but admire his resourcefulness and determination to provide for the group.

But when Bellamy's gaze briefly met yours, you couldn't bring yourself to accept his offer of food, instead choosing to remain seated by the fire, surrounded by the company of your fellow delinquents.

Every now and then, a knowing glint danced in your eyes, a subtle acknowledgment of the secret you held close. While Bellamy spoke with confidence, there was a hint of unease in his demeanor, a flicker of uncertainty that betrayed his facade of bravado.

It was clear to you that he didn't realize you were privy to his secret, the truth behind his presence on the dropship, the lengths he went to in order to secure his spot among the delinquents.

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bellamybellamyblake · 3 months

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Six Years (Masterlist)

Pairing:

Past/Eventual Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Octavia knew who she was now, but you couldn't figure out what the hell you had become.

Warnings:

ANGST, cannibalism, themes of addiction, depictions of depression and anxiety, self destructive behavior, with a tiny bit of comfort thrown in at the end

Word Total:

4.6k ~ roughly

A/N:

In an attempt to make my masterlist prettier, I’m giving this series its own link

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

#the 100 #bellamy blake #octavia blake #bellamy blake x reader #octavia blake x reader #bellamy blake angst #bellamy blake imagine #bellamy blake x oc #marcus kane #the 100 bellamy #the 100 octavia

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mtreebeardiles · 2 months

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Sparks fly

#BG3 #karlach #bellamy the bard #bellamy x karlach #my OCs #when i first started Bell's playthrough it was with the intent to romance Gale but then Karlach was just like !!!!#absolute ray of sunshine

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the-orion-inexpirience · 23 days

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Cyrus and Bellamy doodles :))

I thought after everything I put him through he deserved a boyfriend with big boobs

#one piece #one piece bellamy #bellamy the hyena #one piece oc x canon #one piece ocs #one piece oc #one piece original character #op ocs #op original character #op oc #Cyrus #acid shark cyrus #my oc art

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❝the wrong date❞ [s.h & e.m]

Steve Harrington ✘ Win Lewis (oc) & Eddie Munson ✗ Lydia Bellamy (oc)

❥ w.c. 5k words ❥ tags/warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, none really, flirting + kisses ❥ a/n. Cowritten with my love, @hawkinsglasscloset, for @theocxcanonweek’s Day Seven: Date Night. Part of Flor and I’s Stranger Timeline'verse, in which Win & Lydia are exchange students from England, staying with the Harringtons.

[ masterlist ]

Steve was in his room getting ready, he tried on three different shirts and two pairs of jeans, he spent at least twenty minutes getting his hair just right–it was his big chance to get out of this dating slump.

Meanwhile in the spare room at the Harrington house, the two exchange students from England were also getting ready. Lydia sat in front of the mirror perfecting her purple eyeliner that matched her pink eye shadow, which all matched her blue dress.

“You look gorgeous, Lyds,” Win said as she came to join her best friend at the vanity mirror, checking that her short blonde hair was bouncy enough and her lipstick was perfect.

“So do you, you’re gunna knock Eddie’s socks off,” Lydia said, grinning at Win’s reflection.

Back at his trailer, Eddie was slipping on his signature leather jacket and checking his breath before grabbing a stick of gum and his keys. He couldn’t believe the hot foreign exchange student had actually agreed to go out with him. Certainly she was out of his league, but she’d said yes, so he was glad he’d plucked up the courage to ask in the first place.

When he was finally ready, Steve knocked on their door. He looked down at his shoes, they gave him about an extra inch in height, which he'd need. He'd never been on a date with a girl quite as tall as Lydia–she was practically the same height as him and if she wore heels tonight, she’d be even taller.

Lydia rushed to the door and grinned when she opened it. "Hey, Steve, you look great!" she exclaimed, looking him up and down.

"You look gorgeous yourself," he replied, offering his arm.

Win’s breath hitched when she caught a glimpse of Steve past Lydia’s shoulder, his chestnut hair pushed back almost effortlessly, though she had a feeling he’d probably spent just as much time on it as she or Lydia had on theirs. He really did look good–he always looked good, but tonight he looked extra swoon-worthy.

The chime of the doorbell however, snapped her out of her thoughts and she hurried past Steve and Lydia to answer the door, figuring it was her date. Eddie stood awkwardly on the front stoop, his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets as he rocked on his heels, straightening abruptly when she pulled the door open.

“Wow,” he breathed, his big brown eyes widening as his gaze settled on her and her little leather mini skirt. “Damn Win,” he exclaimed.

“Thanks,” she replied, laughing at his reaction.

"We should get going," Steve said, joining the others downstairs. "I can drive us."

Lydia smiled when she saw Eddie, she loved his hair and the way he dressed, those big brown eyes and that smile. He was just as handsome as Steve, just in a different way.

"Hey," she waved timidly while walking out to the car.

“Hey,” Eddie replied, offering Lyds a lopsided smile as he pulled open the back door of Steve’s car to get in. “You look really nice,” he murmured, clearing his throat awkwardly, hoping it wasn’t weird to compliment the girl that wasn’t his date.

"Thanks, you too," Lydia nearly whispered, feeling guilty for the blush that covered her cheeks. Steve waited so he could open the door for Win and Lydia before getting in the car. "Alright, everybody ready?" he asked, looking at both girls.

“Yep, all good,” Win replied, meeting Steve’s eyes in the rear view mirror.

“Hell yeah, I’m starving,” Eddie exclaimed, stretching his legs out as far as he could in the back seat.

"Next time I can cook something instead, we could all have a picnic in the basement," Lydia suggested.

"Yeah, sounds nice," Steve murmured, noticing Win in the mirror and smiling. He felt guilty for it, but she looked stunning and he couldn’t quite look away.

“That would be fun!” Win exclaimed, smiling back at Steve before quickly tearing her eyes away to focus on Eddie. “Lyds is an amazing cook,” she explained.

"Yeah, she's great. I bet you'll make a great housewife one day," Steve said, turning onto the main street through Hawkins.

"Well, I guess I could be, but I don't really want to be a housewife. I wanna be a musician," Lydia replied sheepishly.

“Wait, you’re a musician?” Eddie asked, sitting up straighter to look at her, his eyes lighting up excitedly.

"Mhmm, I play guitar, piano, drums, and I sing." Lydia turned in her seat with a grin. "The plan was to go to Julliard, but I’d rather be in a rock band instead."

"That sounds a little... risky," Steve pointed out. "But you should follow your dreams."

“Wow, that’s impressive,” Eddie exclaimed, sharing Lydia’s grin. “I’d love to see you play sometime.”

"We could jam, it would be awesome," Lydia suggested before quickly containing her enthusiasm, not wanting to make things awkward.

"Yeah, definitely," Eddie agreed, tucking a strand of his long hair behind his ear.

Win’s lips twitched in amusement as she watched the way Eddie and Lydia talked to each other excitedly. “What about you, Steve, what are your plans?” she asked.

"Oh, I don't really know where I'm going yet, but I'm mostly saving up to get out of town. I think I'll just find a reliable job, college seems like a bit of a waste when you're not all that great at school," he explained with a shrug. "And you?"

Win hummed. "Sounds smart. Honestly, I'd like to travel a bit, and then who knows?" she said, feeling a little silly for not having a plan either yet.

Steve pulled up in front of the burger joint Eddie’d suggested. He would've preferred to take Lydia to Enzo's, but she did say she'd appreciate something more relaxed.

"It's alright, nobody has everything figured out completely. Now is the time to try new things," Steve said, flashing Win a smile over his shoulder as he put the car in park and killed the engine. Win couldn't help but feel a little comforted by Steve's words and she joined the others as they exited the car.

"After you, m’lady," Eddie exclaimed, giving a flourish as he held the restaurant door open for Win and the others.

The group ended up choosing a little booth in the corner, each of the couples taking seats facing each other while Lydia looked down at the menu.

"I used to come here all the time as a kid," Steve said, pushing his hair out of his face. "I think I'll have the meal I used to order back then."

"Yeah, what's that?" Win couldn't help but ask as she perused the menu herself. Eddie already knew exactly what he wanted and he set the menu aside, stretching as he took a long drink from his water glass, the condensation rolling down the side.

"A cheeseburger with bacon and cheese fries," Steve answered, his mouth watering just thinking about it.

"Oh, I think I'll have a cheeseburger with caramelized onions and I'll try these cheese fries," Lydia decided as she set the menu down, her eyes darting from Steve to Eddie and back to Steve.

Win noticed the movement of her friend’s gaze and hid her grin behind her menu as the waitress arrived to take their orders — Win ordering the mushroom swiss burger while Eddie asked for the double cheeseburger with extra sauce.

"So, how are you both settling in America?" Steve asked, totally oblivious to the obvious attraction unfolding in front of him.

"It's great! The town is small, but I saw a comic book store, that should be enough to keep me entertained," Lydia answered, taking a sip of her drink.

"Oh, you like comics? That's cool, I... I used to read Superman as a kid," Steve said, trying to sound knowledgeable about it.

“No way! You’re into comics?” Eddie exclaimed, perking up. “What do you read?”

Win huffed a soft laugh as she brought her own drink to her lips. “It’s been a bit of an adjustment from back home, but it’s not bad,” she answered Steve. “What do you like to do in your spare time?” she asked, figuring she’d let Eddie and Lyds geek out a bit.

"Everything really, but I really love Spiderman, Tales of the Teen Titans, I just finished Doctor Who's Star Beast and I loved it! Also Daredevil and X-Men," Lydia listed off excitedly. "What about you?"

“I’m a big fan of Spider-man as well. But lately I’ve been reading a lot of the Watchmen and Camelot 3000,” Eddie exclaimed, an awestruck grin tugging at his lips. “Who woulda thought they read comics in England,” he joked.

"Yeah we don't just drink tea, talk about the Queen, and watch BBC news," Lydia chuckled, straightening as the food arrived.

"I like to hang out with my friends, listen to music– Oh! My friend, Robin, has me watching a bunch of movies now that we started working at the video store. She said I need a lesson in the filmatic arts," Steve chuckled. "And you? What do you like to do?"

“Oh, yeah? I love movies. I’m kinda a horror film junkie,” Win admitted with a laugh, unconsciously leaning in closer. “But I also like writing music, sketching a little, and swimming. I noticed your family doesn’t seem to use your pool much,” she mused, enjoying the way Steve ran his fingers through his thick hair, pushing it out of his eyes almost distractedly.

"Oh… yeah, I haven’t really had much time to go swimming," Steve explained sheepishly, not even noticing the conversation going on next to him. "You’re free to use it anytime, but I think the lake is more interesting," he murmured, his thoughts drifting to the makeout point at Skull Rock.

“Rad,” Win breathed, barely able to pull her eyes from Steve’s face even when her plate was set in front of her. “I didn’t know there was a lake around here, that could be fun,” she mused.

Eddie seemed to finally realize that he’d been neglecting his date in favour of talking to Lydia and quickly jumped at the mention of the lake. “Oh yeah, Reefer Rick throws some major parties at his lake house,” he exclaimed, trying to pull Win’s attention back to him.

"Reefer Rick... sounds like a formidable gentleman," Lydia laughed.

"Do you like to swim, Lyds? Would you wanna go to the lake sometime too?" Steve asked, clearing his throat, reluctantly noticing he should be giving her more attention as well.

"I'm not a very good swimmer, but I wouldn’t mind dipping my feet in. We should go," she agreed before taking a bite of her burger.

"I do enjoy a good party," Win said with a grin before leaning forward to steal a cheese fry from Lydia’s plate. "Sounds like fun."

"My band, Corroded Coffin, usually plays there," Eddie boasted, picking up his burger and taking a large bite, quickly reaching for a napkin to catch the ketchup that rolled down his chin.

"It’s been a while since I’ve been to a party," Steve mused, wincing–it wasn't really his crowd, but he'd be willing to go if the girls wanted to.

"Really? You can't tell me King Steve is a stranger to parties," Eddie huffed, running his tongue along his lips to catch any extra sauce before licking his fingers clean, oblivious to the way Lydia was watching him, wishing she could clean him up.

"I love your band’s name, that’s totally awesome,” she gushed.

“I dunno if it’d be your scene though, we’re a metal band,” he explained, sopping up the extra ketchup from his plate with a french fry.

"And are you kidding me? I love metal, I’ve been listening to Ride the Lightning by Metallica all summer," she exclaimed. She was used to people assuming by looking at her that she was into pop music, but it couldn’t be further from the truth.

"No shit?!" Eddie exclaimed, banging his hand excitedly on the table. "Can you get any more perfect?" he cried, suddenly realizing what he'd just said and flushing, his eyes darting nervously to Win, only to find her watching Lydia's date.

"Wait, King Steve?" Win asked, looking from Eddie to Steve.

"They used to call me that when I was in school," Steve murmured, shaking his head ruefully. "I was sort of popular for a while, but I retired the crown. I wasn't exactly the nicest guy back then," he admitted.

"Oh really? I’m glad we met you when we did, then," Win teased, bringing her straw to her lips, her eyes not leaving Steve's.

"Don't get me wrong, I still know how to party, I just party with different people now," Steve smiled, but his grin faltered when he heard Eddie’s exclamation.

"I... um... thank you," Lydia breathed, her face flushing hotly, mortified by the situation, but extremely flattered.

"Uh... yeah, sorry, I..." Eddie floundered, the tips of his ears turning red when he realized everyone was looking at him.

Win, however, couldn't help but laugh. "Looks like both you boys asked out the wrong girl," she said, finally voicing the thought that had been swirling in the back of her head since they'd come to pick them up.

"I sorta felt it, but I think Steve’s also really nice and really handsome," Lydia said, looking at him apologetically.

"Don't worry, I think you're beautiful and really sweet, but Win might be right," he agreed. "We seem to be more compatible with each others’ dates."

"Exactly," Win agreed, offering Eddie a soft smile. "Friends?" she asked, holding out her hand for him to shake.

"Friends," he replied, giving her hand a squeeze.

"Friends," Lydia repeated, giving Steve a quick hug.

"That means we should probably switch our seats huh?" Steve chuckled, grabbed his plate and getting up so Eddie could sit across from Lydia and he could move in front of Win.

"If that's cool with you, man," Eddie said, scooting over, a wide grin stretching his face. "So, where were we?" he asked, resting his chin in his hand as he gazed across the table at Lydia.

"You were telling me more about Corroded Coffin, you play guitar? I noticed the calluses on your fingers," Lydia pointed out, biting her lip softly.

"Yeah, I do! I'm lead guitarist. I've been obsessed with learning the solo from Metallica's Master of Puppets lately," he boasted, grabbing his soda and taking a long swig.

"That is so rad, I wanna learn too, you could show me sometime!" Lydia watched him with a dreamy look on her face.

"Hello, looks like we're on a date now," Steve chuckled as he sat down facing Win. "You look absolutely stunning, by the way."

"Thanks," Win replied, smiling to herself as she tucked her hair behind her ear. "I hope you're okay with that."

"Of course! Oh my God, you have no idea! I couldn't be happier," Steve assured her earnestly. "I hope you're okay with this too?"

“Oh yeah, I’m very okay with it,” Win said, wetting her lips—a subtle attempt to draw his attention to her mouth.

“I’d love to introduce you to my baby,” Eddie exclaimed. “Uh, my guitar,” he clarified, taking another bite.

"My six string’s back in London, she's a beauty. A red Fender Stratocaster, I'd like you to meet her one day too," Lydia chuckled before licking the cheese from her fingers.

“I bet you two make a lovely pair,” Eddie grinned. “We really should jam sometime, I’ve got an extra guitar you could play,” he offered.

"I'd love that, just don't think you'll be able to impress me with those riffs that look hard but really aren't," Lydia teased, leaning over the table.

“I’m sure I’ve got some moves to impress you,” Eddie replied, waggling his eyebrows at Lydia beneath his messy dark bangs and she blushed furiously, giggling softly.

"You're horrible," she teased, covering her cheeks with her hands.

“Who, me?” Eddie gasped, placing his hand over his heart.

"Yeah you, mister!" Lydia laughed, poking his shoulder.

Steve's eyes were locked on Win’s lips, they looked so... tempting. "Uh, yeah, good, great!" He mumbled, a little distracted, and Win’s grin grew, her plan working.

“You okay there, Steve?” she teased, taking one of his fries.

"I'm fine," he yelped, clearing his throat. He hastily took the last bite of his burger to avoid saying something stupid before thinking about it, but he couldn't stop staring.

“Okay, just checking,” Win quipped, her foot rubbing against his leg under the table.

Steve's eyes grew and he looked down to make sure he wasn't going insane. "I... you wanna relax a little after dinner? The parking lot is usually empty, we could stargaze or something," he offered.

“That would be perfect, I love the night sky,” Win purred, using the pad of her finger to clean up the edge of her plate before sucking it clean.

"Nice, amazing," Steve breathed distractedly, placing the money on the table to pay for everyone before taking her hand and slipping from the booth.

It took Eddie a minute to realize Steve and Win had left. “Looks like it’s just me and you,” he chuckled. “Wanna go for a walk? I need to walk this burger off,” he joked, patting his stomach.

Lydia loved the way he talked, the way he joked, it was all so adorable to her. "Yeah, sounds perfect. You have a big appetite, I like that in a man."

Eddie offered her his arm as he pushed open the door. “Oh really?” he asked with a laugh. “Guess you’re in luck then,” he teased, ambling down the street with her next to him.

"Yeah, I cook a lot, so I like someone who can eat a lot. It makes me feel appreciated," Lydia laughed, taking Eddie’s arm. "I don't really like someone who restrains themselves, it feels forced and like you can't be yourself with me."

Eddie nodded thoughtfully. “I’d love to try your food sometime. I already feel so comfortable around you,” he admitted.

"Me too, it's like I've known you for ages," Lydia breathed, she felt like he came directly from her dreams of what a perfect man should be. "I don't want tonight to end."

Eddie’s heart sank remembering that eventually they’d have to part ways. “Me either,” he murmured. “But… maybe I can see you tomorrow?” he asked hesitantly.

"I'd like that," Lydia smiled. "I hope you're not disappointed about how things went tonight, I think you're the dreamiest bloke ever."

A goofy grin spread across his face at her words. “I’m not disappointed in the slightest. No offense to Win, but I think I really lucked out here,” he admitted.

"I did too." Lydia brushed his hair away from his face so she could get a better look and grinned. "I love your eyes, chocolate eyes..."

“They don’t hold a candle to yours,” Eddie breathed, leaning in slowly, his gaze falling from her eyes to her plush lips.

"You're so sweet," Lydia noticed where he was looking and leaned closer, slowly capturing his lips in a gentle kiss.

Eddie grinned against her lips, his arms wending around her middle to pull her closer, not wanting her to pull away yet. Lydia parted her lips just a little, enjoying the sweet taste of soda on his tongue for a few more seconds. Once she stopped to breathe, she hid her face against his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Eddie asked, gaping at her as she pressed her face to his shoulder. "Was I that bad of a kisser?" he half joked.

"No, you were so great that I got flustered," Lydia giggled and pulled away to look at him. "And I didn't want you to see me all red."

“But you’re cute when you blush!” Eddie exclaimed, craning his head to get a better look, his fingers dancing over her sides.

"Eddie..." Lydia looked at him, her face burning with embarrassment. "I don't, I look silly."

"Nope, not at all," Eddie insisted, poking her cheek with his finger. "Definitely cute."

"Glad you think so, because it'll definitely happen again," Lydia took his hand and they kept walking away from the main street.

"I'm glad I have that effect on you," Eddie chuckled, threading his fingers with hers and swinging their hands as they walked. "Honestly, not the effect I usually have on the girls around here, so it's a nice change of pace," he admitted.

"They must be really stupid then, because you're super handsome and funny and cute," Lydia leaned into his side and kissed his cheek softly.

“Yeah well, who needs ‘em when I have you?” Eddie murmured, turning toward her as they walked, his lips brushing against her temple.

"Better for me, I won't need to worry about slags throwing themselves at you," Lydia laughed. "I can get quite jealous and nobody wants to see that."

“I think I’d kinda like to see that,” Eddie chuckled. “I like the idea of you gettin’ all huffy over me.”

"You ass... you'd be too smug if that happened," Lydia nudged him. "I'd have to make you jealous too if you made me jealous."

“Please don’t! I’m too fragile for that!” Eddie exclaimed dramatically, stopping her to drop to his knees before her. “I don’t think my heart could take it!”

"Oh stop it, stop that! It's making me wanna baby you and kiss you again," Lydia cried, pulling him into her arms.

“Aha! My plan worked,” Eddie exclaimed, flashing her a wink, though his heart dropped a little when the large Harrington house loomed around the street corner and he knew it was almost time to say goodnight.

"Hey, it's okay," Lydia noticed the look on his face. "You can pick me up earlier tomorrow and we can spend the day together if you want... we could play guitar and drop by the comic book store."

“Yeah, I like the sound of that,” Eddie breathed, pulling her tighter to his side. “We’ll make a day of it.” He smiled, admiring the way the moonlight shined on her face. “Can I kiss you goodnight?” he asked hesitantly as they stopped in front of the door.

Lydia nodded, pulling him in by the jacket and closing the distance between them. "Think about me as you fall asleep," she whispered against his lips.

“I don’t think there’s anything I could do to keep you off my mind,” Eddie admitted breathlessly, not wanting to let her go, already missing the feeling of her lips against his.

"We can pick up where we left off tomorrow," Lydia covered his cheeks in kisses. "Be careful on the way back."

“I will,” Eddie assured her, reluctantly letting her go and stepping back. “Good night Princess, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he murmured, bowing with a flourish before heading to his van, saluting to Steve and Win as he went.

Win smiled, relishing the way Steve’s hand enveloped hers. “It got kinda chilly,” she murmured when they stepped outside, and she moved a little closer to his side for warmth.

"No problem, I got this," Steve took his jacket off and covered Win’s shoulders before leaning against the back of his car. "That better?"

“Very, thanks,” Win replied, pulling his jacket tighter around her, his lingering body heat and the scent of his cologne warming her. “What a gentleman,” she murmured, sidling up next to his side as she lifted her chin to look toward the star speckled heavens.

"I try," Steve chuckled, wrapping his arm around her and bringing her closer to his chest. The night was truly beautiful, but he could only look at her. "Your eyes look like water under the moonlight, it's so beautiful."

Win’s face flared and she was grateful for the darkness. “Are you always this charming, or am I special?” she breathed, itching to run her fingers through his hair.

"Hmmm I'd like to say both, but you're really special and I'm not as charming as I like to think I am," Steve grinned, happy his words were doing the trick for her.

“If I were so special, you’d have asked me out in the first place,” she teased, plucking at his shirt.

"You didn't seem interested," Steve answered honestly. "I was rejected so many times this summer, I thought I’d became an expert at recognizing when a girl isn't interested."

Win blinked at him. “I—“ she floundered for a moment. “I admit, I can come off a little aloof, but…” she cleared her throat, glancing away. “But I thought you were really cute the first time I saw you. I’m sorry I gave you the impression I wasn’t interested…” she murmured.

"Hey, it's not your fault. I could've asked, I was just worried... I mean Lydia is great, but you're the one I wanted to go out with," Steve admitted, turning to face her. "You are special, I should've tried."

“Well, let me assure you, I’m very interested, Steve Harrington,” she murmured, taking his face between her hands and raising up on her toes to press her lips softly to his.

Steve hummed, surprised at first, but then he relaxed and lost himself in that moment, hoping the kiss could go on forever. Win giggled softly as she kissed him back, the movements growing more sure, til she nipped playfully at his bottom lip before pulling back to gaze up at him, her cheeks thoroughly flushed.

"I don't know, I might be getting ahead of myself here... but I'd say you're interested?" Steve joked, a grin stretching across his face as he wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"Now what gave you that impression?" Win countered playfully, grinning foolishly at him.

"Just a little hunch," Steve whispered in her ear and kissed her neck softly. "I hope you'll wanna go out again?"

Win hummed. “I dunno, I’ll have to check my schedule,” she teased, melting against him. “How about tomorrow? But maybe this time, just the two of us,” she whispered.

"Yeah, that would be nice, I know some places we can go. That lake swim sounds pretty good to me," Steve suggested.

"Sounds perfect," Win agreed. "And luckily you know just where to pick me up," she teased.

"I do, I just hope I get a goodnight kiss even though I'll be going inside as well," Steve joked.

"I think the odds are in your favour," Win said, fighting to urge to kiss him again right then. "Looks like Eddie and Lyds are walking home," she said, noticing their friends taking off down the street.

"Well, maybe we should get going too," Steve opened the car door for her. "I have a long night ahead of thinking about you."

“You keep talking like that and it’s gunna make it hard for me to stay in my own room,” Win said, smoothing her skirt over her thighs.

"I wouldn't complain, to be honest," Steve admitted. "I'll follow your pace, Win, whatever you feel okay doing is what we'll do."

“You really are the sweetest, aren’t you?” Win murmured, slipping her hand in his as he drove. She’d never taken anything slow before, but for once she thought it might be nice.

"You deserve it, you're the sweetest girl I've ever met," Steve held her hand while they made their way back to the Harrington house.

“Ever?” Win questioned with an arch of her brow.

"Ever," Steve repeated. "You might not show it at first, but it's true."

Win couldn’t help but smile to herself at the insistent look on his face. She noticed Eddie and Lydia’s dark shapes walking down the sidewalk as they passed them, pulling into the drive.

Steve sighed when he finally parked the car. He carefully tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and smiled. "Tonight was great, I can't wait for tomorrow."

“Me too,” Win said, holding her breath, wanting to kiss him again, leaning forward subtly.

Steve didn't miss the opportunity and pressed his lips to hers, calmly at first but the kiss grew more heated with every second that passed.

“If we don’t go inside soon, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop,” Win breathed, pressing her forehead to Steve’s, his hair falling against her cheek.

"You're making a very good case for staying in the car... but I wanna take it slow," Steve opened the door.

Win let out a sigh, but couldn’t be mad. She wanted to take it slow too. “Hey Lyds, have a nice walk back?” she asked as Steve opened the front door and they stepped inside.

Lydia waved Eddie goodbye and squealed in excitement. "I did! It was perfect! He's such a cutie and he's so relaxed and cool..."

"Looks like the switch worked perfectly then," Steve murmured.

"I'm glad you had a good time," Win said, grinning at how excited her friend was. "I can't wait to hear all about it, after I say goodnight to Steve," she said, hesitating in the hall.

"I wanna know all about your night as well," Lydia said, wearing a knowing grin as she crossed the hall to their bedroom. "I'll leave the two lovebirds alone," she teased.

"So... I guess this is goodnight," Steve murmured, kissed the back of Win’s hand as soon as Lydia disappeared inside.

"I guess so," Win murmured, smiling softly as his lips brushed her skin. "Thank you for the romantic evening," she said, grabbing Steve's sweater and pulling him closer for one last kiss. "Sweet dreams," she breathed, her eyes flicking up to his when she pulled back, biting her lip.

"Y-you too..." Steve mumbled, a little dizzy. "See you tomorrow, I'll pick you up at the same spot."

"See you then," she said, slipping his jacket off and handing it to him before slipping through the door to her and Lydia’s shared room and pressing her back against it, muffling a squeal with her hand. "He's so dreamy, I can't stand it," she exclaimed, finally turning to Lydia. "Thank you so much for trading dates," she laughed. "Now tell me all about your walk home!"

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death era.

part eight of n/a.

ricky rocks. flash back episode !!!

“everyone needs to just shut up,” echo doesn’t look at any of them and yet her eyes are wild and unable to stay in one place. “we have to figure a way out of here.”

she can feel her heart in her throat upon the dawning reality that she had no plan and half the people in the room with her were a bunch of dimwits.

“that’s kinda a hard thing to do when you told us to shut up.”

“keep your comments to yourself before i take that gun back, john.”

murphy rolls his eyes at the sound of his name; at the sound of the way she says it. it’s always so hostile and harsh whenever it comes out of her mouth and it only makes him hate it more.

it reminds him of the way his mother used to say it.

“why don’t we just leave, simple as that?”

“we can’t just do that, murphy. there are still other people here,” raven still sits on the floor, watching the two.

“yeah, people that are probably already dead and if not, who do you think the ones that are gonna get killed going to be when we come to their rescue?”

“that’s so classic of you, murphy.”

“what do you suggest we do then?” he turns his chin fast to face octavia who gives him an irritated look.

wow, wasn’t he just a crowd pleaser today.

“we wait till bellamy wakes up.”

“bellamy?” murphy looks disgusted, glancing down to him and his peaceful state in octavia’s lap. “i like him much better knocked out.”

“we don’t have time for that… or this,” echo shakes her head, interrupting the nasty stare octavia gave that would ultimately lead to an argument. “you better hope he wakes up soon because i’m not carrying him.”

“maybe if you didn’t hit him so damn hard.”

“hey, shut it, murphy. otherwise you’ll be right with your pal, bellamy.”

he grumbles, turning his shoulder away from them, “what’re you looking at?” his eyes suddenly meet the face of a boy he had never notice up until now.

the skinny boy with black hair was quick to put his hands up in defense, scooting further away from the menacing stare murphy continued to force in on him.

“that’s what i thought, string bean.”

this was the least ideal situation to be in with the least ideal group to be together. outside of this moment, not one of them would have willingly step foot to be among one another.

although the base was big but filled with a small amount of people, their worlds barely ever collided.

“alright, what do you wanna do echo?”

she blinks, looking down to raven who looks like a little kid with her legs crossed. she feels her chest swell up with importance at the undivided attention and suddenly a drive of adrenaline flows through her veins once again.

echo hated everyone. it was easy to tell. her parents died at her ripe age of 7 where she was handed off to a strict military woman who beat her own values of no remorse, empathy, or emotion into her. that woman died the moment the virus took over the base and echo couldn’t have been more happy—until they didn’t let her leave.

no one was allowed to leave, for their own good as they would say. the remaining adults of the base had an idea that they could repopulate and help rid of the disease that turned the dead into living once more. but here they were, the remaining adults being what they feared and echo being in a room of people she hated—except raven. now, she could stand raven.

“i’m all ears. whatever you need me to do, i’ll do.”

echo smiles, yeah, she didn’t mind her at all. raven was the only one with a couple brain cells who could function.

“try to wake boy toy up, then let’s kill the rest of these fuckers.”

it didn’t take much to wake bellamy up, but it took a lot to calm him down.

“why would i trust you?”

“because i’m the one with the gun,” her teeth shine past her lips in a snide look at his clear upset state.

it only provoked him more, taking a step closer, but echo is far from fazed. she knew bellamy and the type of person he was, therefore she felt far from inferior when around him like she knew he was trying to do.

before the fall, echo spent her whole first year in basic combat training with him due to him shadowing the instructor. he was a douchebag who thrived on proving his superiority over the younger trainees, including echo.

“bellamy, just listen to her,” octavia forced herself into his peripheral vision, hoping he’d step away from her. “we have no other options and echo knows what she’s doing.”

“and i don’t?”

“you seem to have forgotten she had you out cold moments ago, buddy.”

“murphy, i’ll kill you.”

“woah, woah, woah,” mock marinates in his voice. “she’s the one with the gun, don’t think she’ll let that happen.”

“i wouldn’t be against it.”

civility was hard to achieve, especially in the beginning.

“will you all just calm down,” raven stands a foot back with her arms crossed. “if we want to get out of here, we need to execute now. the breakers are all the way on the other side of the building and who knows how many scavs are outside this door.”

it took five minutes for raven to come up with a plan to get out and that was through the breakers—the security and maintenance room, where everything was watched through cameras and where the switches to shut down all the power was. in order to leave, all the security monitors, locked doors, and ultimately the big gate at the front of the base that kept all of them in was all electrically ran and needed to be shut down.

so to get out, shit needed to be shut down.

bellamy finally breaks away from echo, turning his gaze to the other girl, “how do you expect to do that with the millions of doors that you all need a pin to, leading to that room?”

“it’s not hard,” a voice sounds from behind them all, causing them to turn. “if you break the panel and move one wire to another, the door opens just as easy as if you were to know the pin.”

they stare at him blankly in surprise as raven tries her best to conceal her smile, already anticipating this. the boy swallows nervously at the pressure of their uninviting stares suddenly on him, “it’s easy. a 10 year old could do it.”

bellamy narrows his look on him even more, “what’s your name?”

“monty. monty green,” he takes a step closer, almost expecting to shake his hand—but bellamy’s hostile stare made him rock back on his feet.

“and then after that, monty? the only people who had access to the breaker room were ones with a key card.”

“good thing i’m in charge then.”

they all turn back to echo who holds out a white and green plastic key card in all its glory.

“how the hell did you get a key card? sargent wouldn’t even clear you for a gun,” murphy narrows his gaze on her with confusion, slowly stepping forward.

“they don’t even hand those out to guards.”

“well, good thing i’m better than a guard,” she smirks, stuffing it in her back pocket. “now let’s go.”

the hallways were eerily empty.

echo had her mask pulled back up to the base of her face where only her dark eyes were the most distinguishable feature to the others. she scanned the little space that filled the area, leading the group down what seemed to be the hallway to their doom.

she didn’t like it one bit.

moments before she had knocked bellamy unconscious, she had watched the scavs from the watch tower take over every little home and minor building, burning them to the ground after ransacking each one. they would have no where else to be but the inside of this building—and yet, no one in sight.

“this doesn’t feel right.”

“what, you scared?”

murphy doesn’t reply.

“maybe they just all left.”

“that’s wishful thinking,” echo’s low voice sounds hollow as she leads them around a corner and toward the entrance where authorized staff only was printed largely on a sign nailed to the surface of the doors. she gripped her rifle tighter and tighter as seconds passed by with no sound, no movement, and no person was in sight.

bellamy followed from the back with his own gun that echo was reluctant about giving him until he reminded her he was their best shot.

the silence was a blessing. there were nights where bellamy longed for this type of stillness, for the break down of his up tight lifestyle. and now here it was, handed to him in his lap, yet something was off and this felt even worse compared to the norm.

“already, green, time to shine,” echo dropped her gun from position as well as pulling down the cloth that concealed her face. she glanced to bellamy, sharing a look of agreement that they were still in the clear. “get this door open and you’re golden.”

he nodded, dropping to his knees before the pin pad that was placed neatly next to the steel door. they watch him pop the cover off simply before once again pulling another layer that concealed the wiring to the door. he rips at the nest of colorful snakes before glancing at them all, smiling at their narrowed looks.

“i used to watch my dad do this all the time as a kid, wanted to be just like him. so while you all were sent to train and beat your bodies down, i was taught this,” he works as he speaks before finally pulling away and looking to the door. they follow his gaze but are met with disappointment when there’s no sign of acceptance to his fiddling.

monty makes a sound of confusion, a crease forming between his brow as he looks at the door, then the mangled key pad.

“i’m guessing that’s not supposed to happen.”

“what clued you on to that?”

“they must have changed their wiring in the past month, otherwise i don’t understand why this wouldn’t have worked,” he still stares at his work, disappointed.

“so… we can’t get in?” bellamy is losing patience.

“no, we can. it’ll just take me a lot longer.”

“how much longer?”

“say, 7 minutes.”

“christ,” bellamy pinches the bridge of his nose. “we don’t have that time.”

“we actually don’t know what time we do have… considering-“

“murphy, shut the fuck up. i’m not waiting that long, i’ll find another way.”

“bellamy, you can’t just-“

he’s right back around the corner and toward where they came from with no attempt to listen to their persistence. he was impatient and itching to get out of that building. if he didn’t find a way soon, he would lose his mind.

these hallways with florescent lights were the center of his nightmares. he found himself lost in what was an exact replica of it, wandering and desperate to get out. just like right now.

he grew up in these halls. every waking moment of his life were spent within these halls of the base. he hated it. he wished the scavs would have burned down this building first.

“don’t move.”

there was a nose of a gun suddenly practically pressed to bellamy’s own nose. he jerked back out of shock, neglecting to process who was on the other side of the rifle till he found himself pinned.

“who are you? why’re you here?”

bellamy’s eyes find theirs before anything else till the question is repeated again, “huh? who the fuck are you?”

a girl.

he finds himself slowly lower his arms upon realization, “who’re you?”

“your worst fuckin’ nightmare if you don’t give me a straight answer.”

he recognized this girl.

“relax, i’m just trying to get out of here.”

“hard thing to do when the gates won’t open.”

“you’re trying to get to the breakers,” he speaks his thoughts aloud.

her eyes narrow, “why would you know that?”

“because you’re not the only one trying to escape.”

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