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an-anticlimactic-bass-drop · 3 years

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Tall

Prompt: Tech is too tall for his own good. Constantly hitting his head on objects and desks as he works on projects. The other bad batchers make fun of him for this but you find it endearing.

Tech X Reader

Slow Burn/ Angst

Warnings: Mild 1.10 Spoilers

Word Count: 1.5K

Part 1/?

This was 100% inspired by this gif from episode 7 of Tech under the main control desk.

You enter the cockpit of the Havoc Marauder late at night slowly and quietly as you try not to disturb the tall man who is working on the wires under the main panel.

“Tech?” you call softly to him when he doesn’t notice you.

He abruptly sits up hitting his head on the underside of the panel and laying back down quickly with a loud thunk.

“Well that was unpleasant.” he says with a grimace of pain as he leans out from under the panel. You try to not look worried when he rubs his head where he had hit it on the panel.

“Is there something you need?”

“Sorry! I just couldn’t sleep. Figured you were still up here.”

He nods slowly as he leans back down to continue working on the wires.

“Do not mind me. I am upgrading the general security system of the outer walls. The door has been slow to close recently and I am trying to fix the timing. Feel free to sit in here as long as you want. I could use the company.”

He becomes absorbed back into his project as the time passes. Mindlessly chatting about the upgrades he's making and the general gossip of the other men and Omega. It is mostly you gossiping honestly. Tech isn’t the biggest gossip in the world but he listens like every detail you talk about is the most important and interesting information he has ever heard.

“I’m pretty sure Omega thinks we don’t notice when she borrows our blacks to sleep in. I swear every time I turn around I’m missing another shirt out of my basket. I think it must be a comfort thing.” you say with a yawn as you fight back the call of sleep. Tech’s presence is a calming one and you love hearing him talk. He is your favorite of the bad batch and you might have a small crush on him but you would never admit it to him. He is your best friend. Tech nods absently as he pulls another wire from under the panel.

“I have noticed mine disappearing too but I assumed Echo was doing laundry and got them mixed up with Hunter’s again.” he says slowly. His goggled eyes glance towards you with mirth in his eyes at the joke.

“If Echo is confusing your black’s with Hunter’s then he really must be bad at laundry. You have at least 5 inches on him and your blacks are much bigger. At least he doesn’t think they are Wrecker’s.” You chuckle sleepily at the thought.

Tech crawls slowly out from under the panel, making sure not to hit his head again, apparently done with his upgrades. “I think it is time for you to go to sleep,” he says with a small smile in his voice. You don’t complain as he helps you stand and leads you towards the bunks where the rest of the crew is sleeping.

“You need sleep too.” you protest as he turns to go back towards the cockpit. He smiles wryly at your pathetic attempts to chastise his insomniac tendencies. “I will be fine. Someone needs to stand guard until morning.”

You wake up to the sounds of the rest of the Bad Batch moving around and packing up for the rest of the day. Hunter is passing out rations, Wrecker is curling Gonky like a barbell, Echo is slurping what is obviously his 2nd cup of caf of the morning, Omega is still curled up in her little corner with her clone trooper doll and Wrecker’s blacks on looking more like a night tent than a nightgown, and Tech is nowhere to be found but is more than likely in the cockpit still.

“Any caf left?” you ask in Echo’s general direction. He grunts in the direction of the pot that still has ¾ of the brown liquid in it. You pour 2 cups of the precious drink and head towards the cockpit. Tech is absorbed in his datapad and again doesn’t hear you enter. You wait in the doorway and watch the tall man as he scrolls through the information he has been pouring over all night. The smell of the caf fills the cockpit. Tech sniffs the air and turns towards you as a smile appears on his face.

“Is that for me?” he asks hopefully. You hand him the cup you prepared for him just the way he likes it. He smells the cup before he takes a sip. “It is perfect. Thank you.”

You fall into the co-pilot seat with your cup and start to examine the new security system that Tech spent the night working on.

“Looks good to me! Anything I need to know before you all leave for your mission?”

Tech starts explaining the broad strokes of the new system and how the upgrades make it easier to use. You nod along as you listen to the explanation. The men are headed out on another one of Cid’s bounties. This one is on Raxxus? You think.

“Isn’t Raxxus the separatist capital? Why are you all headed there?” you ask slowly, not comprehending.

“A job is a job. We must pay back our debts.” He’s doing the really cute finger thing he does when explaining things.

Your heart melts at the gesture. He doesn’t realize how cute he is sometimes. Tech gives you a strange look as you realize you have been staring at him for a moment too long.

“Hey Tech!” Hunter calls from the back of the ship.

Tech stands up to head back towards the bunks where the other men are gathered around a map of some kind. He hits his head on the top of the doorway as he forgets to duck while walking through it.

“OW”

You stifle a laugh as he rubs his forehead and pushes through to the back of the ship. You can hear Echo making a crack at Tech’s mishap with a light laugh.

“Watch out for the roof Tech. Your head might damage it if you aren’t careful.”

That man is too tall for his own good. He towers over you when you stand next to him and you won’t deny it makes you feel things. You have had a crush on the nerdy clone pretty much since you joined the merry band of deserted clones. You joined in the aftermath of Order 66 with Omega from Kamino. You were her nanny and you gladly went with the clones when the imperials took over. You never quite trusted Palpatine when he was the Supreme Chancellor and you trusted him even less when he turned the clones against the Jedi and declared himself Emperor. The Bad Batch offered you freedom and you seized the opportunity. Shaking off the memories, you make your way back towards the back of the ship. Omega is awake now but is still sitting in her bunk. Her big eyes are blinking away sleep. You help her down and she immediately goes to stand next to the clone she has claimed as her makeshift father. Her nightshirt is almost dragging the ground with how long it is and you chuckle at the sight. Hunter gently pats her hair, mussed from sleep. Echo hands her a ration bar then turns back towards the map. Tech has an angry red mark on his forehead right above his glasses from where he hit the top of the doorway.

“So what is the plan?” You ask as you look over the map. It appears to be a blueprint of the palace on Raxxus. Hunter starts explaining the mission in simple terms so that you can understand. Basically they need to rescue the senator from the Imperial clones. Omega and you are to stay on the ship and protect it from patrolling clones. Omega protests this as you frown at the idea. Hunter shuts down the complaints with a wave of his hand.

“It is safer for you two to stay on the ship than risk losing you to the imperials” He says quietly. “I can’t lose you again.” he says to Omega as he bends down to her level, “This is the best option right now. We don’t know what we are walking into on this planet. We already have 2 at least bounty hunters after you and the last thing we need is the clones to find you too. We still don’t know where Crosshair is or if he is even alive after the last encounter. I can’t lose anymore of you.”

He finishes slowly and turns back to the men gathered around the blueprints scattered on the table as he rises. Hunter nods to the others and they head towards the ramp. You gather Omega up in your arms and head up to the cockpit to watch as the men depart. She is not happy at the thought of being left behind and her big eyes are shining with anger and hurt. You hold her close as you watch the men disappear into the trees with the droid client. I hope they are going to be okay. You think to yourself.

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theweasleysredhair · 4 years

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CHLOE MY LOVE! congrats on 4.6k -- honestly not sure how you don't have a million more followers because your blog and your writing is freaking brilliant! so happy to have formed a genuine friendship with you :') brb getting emotional. anyway! for your event, could you write a little something with my love george with a few different prompts? is that allowed? 3 and 8 from angst, 10 from fluff? who's surprised, i'm all fluff, congrats again my darling you deserve it all x

thank you so so much angel!! 💕 of course i decided i had to do a fake dating drabble for you erica, i got v carried away with it too so hope you like a super long drabble that turned into practically a whole fic - enjoy! ❤️

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3. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

8. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

10. “Because I love you.”

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Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 1884

WARNING: there’s no ‘read more’ bc i’m on mobile and couldn’t get it to work hahaha i apologise

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“I need you to date me.”

In shock, you dropped too many of the porcupine quills into your potion, making the liquid turn a nasty shade of green and sizzle as it practically exploded across the table. You sighed frustratedly, grabbing your wand and cleaning up the potion before turning to the person who spoke - one half of the Weasley twins and one of your best friends, George Weasley - who apparently found your reaction extremely amusing.

“I beg your pardon?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. The hint of a smile was still etched onto his face as he leaned forward, “I need you to date me.”

You felt yourself grow warm at the thought, “You’re joking, right?” “For once, I am not,” he shook his head, “I um, I told this girl I couldn’t go to the Yule Ball with her because I had a girlfriend who I’m going with instead. Except, I don’t have a girlfriend. So you can see my dilemma.”

“This may be a stupid question but... if you don’t have a girlfriend, why did you tell her you do?” You raised an eyebrow, half curious, half amused.

“I didn’t want to be rude and just tell her no because she was really sweet. So now I need to find someone to date me, and I thought of you,” he explained with a shrug, playing with some of the potion ingredients you’d left at the end of your table.

“There are so many other girls you could have-“

“I don’t want anyone else, I want you,” he said almost desperately, before sighing downheartedly, “C’mon, it wouldn’t be so bad, and it wouldn’t have to be for long! Just until the Yule Ball. It’s not like we’d have to pretend that much! I spend most of my free time with you as it is.”

“How do you know I don’t already have a date, huh?” You asked, beginning to start your potion all over again before Snape got the chance to scold you.

George’s face dropped and his jaw clenched, “What do you mean? Who asked you?”

“Well, no one. But my point was, what if they had?”

“Then you’d tell them you’ve been given a better option - me - and that they were never good enough for you. You know, the truth,” he nodded triumphantly, running a hand through his hair.

You shook your head at him with a smile, glancing up at him before your gaze travelled back to your potion.

“So what do you say?”

You pondered it for a moment, before replying, “Fine.”

George broke out into a large grin, wrapping his arms around you and very nearly swinging you around the room in excitement, “Darling, you are the best! I owe you big time!”

“Yes, you do. Now, do we have any rules we need to discuss?”

“Like what?”

“Like, I don’t know, a backstory, how we got together, how far we’d go with PDA - I vote not too far if I’m honest,” you said nervously, toying with the hem of your jumper.

“Well I vote the opposite, I think we should have lots of PDA constantly, all the time!”

“George,” you said warningly, though you couldn’t help the way your lips curved into a smile.

“Fine,” he dragged out the last syllable, “I can only think of one rule. A very important rule that I’m sure you might have a hard time not breaking.”

“Go on?”

“Whatever you do, don’t fall in love with me!” His eyes widened dramatically as he pointed at you. “No chance of that happening, don’t you worry,” you laughed, stirring the potion.

“Well that was rude of you,” he said in mock hurt, a hand on his heart as he pouted at you. You cracked a smile and shook your head, “Oh be quiet will you, and pass me the rest of those porcupine quills, I have to finish redoing this potion that you made me ruin.”

“Nagging me already,” George mumbled, “We really are a couple.”

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You realised pretty quickly that you were wrong about there being no chance of falling for George. So very wrong. Turns out the chances of falling for George Weasley were 100%, because somewhere between being his friend and being more, you fell head over heels in love with him.

If you were honest with yourself, you’d had feelings for him before the whole fake-dating, but figured you’d mistaken them for feelings of strong friendship.

Now you knew - you didn’t want to be his friend, you wanted him to snog you against a wall as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

And all of this was because of one simple kiss. You hadn’t expected it, didn’t know it was going to happen. All you knew was that one minute you were walking down the hallway with George’s arm around your shoulder - not even for show, really, he just walked with you like that anyway - and the next, your back was against a pillar, your eyes widening as you stared up at George, feeling yourself growing warm.

“W-What’s going on?” You stammered out, heart pounding as you lost yourself in his brown eyes, suddenly getting the urge to run your hand through his ginger hair and pull him by his tie down into a kiss.

“She’s watching,” he murmured, nodding subtly down to the end of the hallway. You couldn’t see anyone, but took his word for it as you figured you were just overwhelmingly flustered from the proximity.

And suddenly you realised what position you were in: his hands either side of your head, trapping you between his chest and the pillar, your own chest barely an inch away from him and his legs brushing against your own.

Your breath hitched in your mouth, noticing how his eyes flickered from your eyes down to your mouth before moving back up again. Your lips parted a little, chin tilting ever-so-slightly upwards as you waited to see what he’d do.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He murmured, and suddenly his lips were on yours, pulling you into a desperate kiss, him cupping your cheek to bring you closer, his other hand sliding down the pillar to grab your waist.

This wasn’t a kiss from someone who was just a friend. This was a kiss that made your toes curl, set your skin on fire and made you want more - so much more.

And in that moment you realised you loved him. You didn’t want to go back to being George’s friend, not when you knew how his lips felt against yours, how his hands felt holding your waist.

He’d finally pulled away for air, still pressing shorter kisses to your lips as you both breathed heavily, and you dragged a hand through his hair, just how you’d imagined.

You knew, right then, that you were in love with him. All of a sudden, and very very full on.

After that, you suddenly noticed and admired everything about him, from the way he laughed to the way he bit his lip as he glanced your way.

And the thought of breaking this whole dating thing off - something that you’d both planned to happen the day after the Yule Ball - made you feel sick to your stomach. The thought of never kissing him again made you want to scream.

You couldn’t imagine going back to being friends. Not when you’d had a taster of what it was like to be George Weasley’s girlfriend.

You argued with yourself, one half of you wanting to end it with him now in order to save yourself further heartbreak, and the other half wanting to continue for as long as possible. It was all you could think about, from the moment you woke up in the morning to the moment you went to sleep at night. And you decided you couldn’t keep going like this, it wasn’t fair to you.

You couldn’t keep pretending you weren’t in love with the ginger boy.

And so, when you found yourself sat in his common room late one night two weeks after that first fateful kiss, sharing one of the red plush couches with him, his leg pressed next to yours and your heart racing, the rest of the students already in their dorms, you decided to be honest with him.

“George?”

“Yes?” George waited for your reply, however at the silence, he looked up curiously, finding you chewing on your lip in thought.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked, concern seeping into his voice as he looked at you, noticing how restless you appeared, how lost in thought.

“I um.. yes? I mean no,” you frowned, “I mean- I don’t know.”

He shifted, his body tilting towards yours and he grabbed your hands in his, bringing them up to his lips so he could press a kiss to you knuckles, “What’s wrong, what’s going on?”

“I can’t pretend anymore, Georgie,” you whispered, afraid if you spoke any louder your voice would fail you.

“What do you mean, you can’t pretend? You’re scaring me, princess, please tell me what’s going on in that mind of yours,” he frowned, hating the idea of anything even remotely bothering you.

“I can’t pretend to be your girlfriend anymore.”

And suddenly George felt like he’d been winded, a pain in his chest he could only liken to heartbreak, if he was to be so dramatic.

“What?” His voice was small, especially in the silent room. He wanted to know why. Had he done something wrong? Made you feel uncomfortable at one point? He’d hate himself if he had.

“I can’t pretend because- because I fell in love with you,” you breathed out, lips trembling as you stared at your clasped hands, “This isn’t pretend for me anymore, this is real! And it’s scary, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

There was a silence and you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him, not wanting to see the look on his face as he tried to come up with, you presumed, a way to reject you.

“You wanna know why I asked you to be my fake girlfriend?” He asked suddenly, squeezing your hands and waiting for you to nod slightly at him, before continuing, “Because I wanted a reason to ask you to the Yule Ball without being rejected. Because I wanted to spend even more time with you, to have a glimpse at what it would be like to date you. Because-because I love you.”

Your felt your heart skip a beat as you finally looked up at him, meeting his eyes as he smiled at you.

“You love me?” You whispered.

“Always have, I reckon.”

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you allowed him to pull you closer to him, “Well I guess it’s definitely a good job I fell for you, huh?”

He grinned cheekily, biting his lip as he replied jokingly, “Well, I don’t know really, I mean, I thought I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Yeah, well,” you spoke, letting a soft smile creep onto your face,

“As it turns out, I just couldn’t help myself.”

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hellotvshowtrash · 4 years

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Obey pt. 3

Part 3 time!!! Not too much happens in this chapter, but I really like it tbh. Also once again posting from mobile so sorry if the formatting is weird.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: swearing

*tbh this gif is 100% Elijah laughing at drunken reader in this chap.*

Credit to gif owner

The cool night air was welcomed on her flushed skin. She started her trek home robotically, only getting a few yards away when she was stopped. "Let me walk you home, you're drunk and it could be dangerous," Elijah grabbed her arm from behind, gently pulling her to look back at him.

"I think I'm okay, thanks though," she said, "I walk this route pretty often. Besides, I'm not even really drunk anymore. You took care of that." She winked at him and turned back to continue walking, but he held her arm firm in his grasp.

"I insist," he said with more authority.

She slowly turned back to him, eyebrows raised. "You insist? You insist on following me back to my house so you can know where I live? You don't call the shots here," she pointed her index finger onto his chest. Anger clouded her features, no longer the seductress she had been. She had switched into survival mode in the blink of an eye. Elijah released her arm, surprised.

"Y/N," he muttered, "I overheard two men in the bar talking about following you." He looked into her eyes, "now I insist you let me walk you home," her eyes widened as he spoke, and then she shook her head quickly.

"Only because you heard those guys." She searched his eyes for the truth, but she found confusion instead. She began to walk again quickly, not waiting for him to catch up even though he did very quickly. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye.

"I should tell you.. I don't normally do that sort of thing," he said, trying to strike up a conversation.

She snorted in response, "Yeah, well, I do." And she rolled her eyes. Usually her flings were easier than this. They'd let her go without a fight. But it seemed like Elijah wanted to be around her. Her heart started to warm at the possibility that someone might care enough to break through her walls until she crushed that thought and reminded herself of her vow. "No one will ever treat me like that again," her thoughts seemed loud and Elijah looked at her.

"What did you say?" He whispered to her. She looked at him, confused and realized she had spoken her vow aloud. His eyes held a type of curious concern, and she couldn't decipher his intentions. That infuriated her.

"Nothing, just.. just stop talking," she clenched her fists. She was becoming uneasy with the amount of time she was spending with the man, after already achieving her goal with him. Elijah grabbed her arm and the memory of that night all those years ago flashed in her mind again for a quick second. She pulled her arm away with a gasp. She looked at him, the emotional pain evident on her face. His eyes held horror and pity, almost as if he remembered the memory with her. Fire burned in her as eyes she looked at him. Elijah had never been scared of a human before, but this one would do what it took to survive. A few tense seconds passed before her shoulders fell and she continued walking.

"I'm too tired for this right now," she said quietly. Pulling himself together, Elijah followed. He matched her pace and stuffed one of his hands into his suit pants pocket.

"I live close to here, if you would li-", he started but Y/N cut him off with a glare.

"I don't know who you think you are, but this," she stopped again and pointed back and forth between them "was a one time thing. I plan on never seeing you again. Thanks for some good dick, but I'm done with you now. I can make it home perfectly fine by myself." She started walking once again. This time Elijah held back and raised his eyebrows as he watched her go. He was intrigued by her, by her past and he wanted to know more.

She on the other hand, had no interest in him whatsoever, although... he had something weird about him. The way he tried to command her to do things, and then seemed confused or annoyed when she didn't immediately comply. Or the blood on her neck after their sexcapade in the bathroom. She touched her hand to her neck as she walked and felt the puncture wounds that had started to scab. Handsome, and charming and dark. She didn't fear him by any means, she was determined to never fear a man again, but there was something dark within him and she didn't know if she had the means to combat it.

She looked over her shoulder as she walked home, and he was gone.

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"So, who is Elijah?" Y/N asked drunkenly. It was toward last call at the bar a few weeks later and Sophie was wiping down the hard wood surface. Sophie rolled her eyes and looked at Y/N.

"You're here, drunk, asking about some guy instead of going home with your newest conquest. What gives?" Sophie took the empty glass that was between them and put it behind the bar. "Besides, if I told you who he is, you wouldn't believe me." Sophie said, quieter than before.

"I'm just interested, is all. He showed me a good time," Y/N slurred. She had lied to herself. She was interested and she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

"He's not your type. Actually, I don't think you have a type. You’ll fuck just about any man that breathes," Sophie grumbled.

The comment stung Y/N and she furrowed her eyebrows, "did someone shit in your Cheerios this morning? You're being a bitch," Sophie's jaw dropped as Y/N spoke. Y/N didn’t feel bad in the slightest.

"Out. Now." Sophie pointed at the door of the bar. Y/N started laughing as if Sophie was joking. "Get out."

Y/N stopped laughing and her face fell. "Aww come on, Soph. I'm just drunk it's fine," Y/N started to move off of her bar stool and tripped, almost tumbling to the ground. She started laughing again as Sophie stood her ground and watched her leave. Y/N stumbled onto the city street in the dark morning. Still laughing to herself, she began her walk home. She tripped over her own feet and began to fall to the ground, extending her arms out to catch herself, but the ground never came. Instead, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her. She looked up and saw two handsome, identical men. No, there was only one, she clarified for herself. She was much more drunk than she thought she was.

"Llllijah?" She slurred. He sighed and brought her back up to her feet.

"You're lucky I happened to be passing by," he told her.

"I can take care of m'self," she said, her eyes partially closed. He couldn't help but smile at how feisty she was, even in her current state. She pulled away from him and started walking again. "What, are you stalking me?" She spun around to face him, attempting to walk backwards and successfully falling on her butt in the middle of the street. Elijah rolled his eyes as she laid down on the ground, groaning. "Mm llliijah, look at the stars!" She weakly lifted her hand, pointing loosely at the sky. Elijah looked up toward the sky and was astonished to be able to see the stars so well. He looked back down at Y/N, her eyes glued to the stars. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, already regretting what he was about to do. He stripped off his suit jacket put it over Y/N as he lowered himself to the cold street ground to lay next to her. He folded his hands behind his head and looked up at the stars with her.

"I've been thinking about you lately," he said to her quietly. She stayed still, continuing to look at the stars. A small diamond of a tear slid down her cheek but went unseen as Elijah continued. "I don't know you. And you don't know me. But, I think I'd like to take the time to know you," he slowly reached his hand to meet hers. She jerked her hand away and stood hastily, breathing fast. The coat slid off of her and unto the ground.

"Elijah, I don't know who you think you are. I am wild. I am fire. I am my own, and I will never be anyone's, ever again." her fight or flight response had sobered her up rather quickly and the fire in her eyes burned brightly. Elijah got up from the street, moving slowly.

"I quite enjoy your wild ferocity," he put his hands up in defense, trying to slowly move toward her. "I don't want you to be afraid or in pain," The walls around her heart were tall and dense, and he had the urge to tear them down and see her as she truly was. He couldn't help but feel that she would make one hell of a vampire.

Her chest rose and fell heavily. The single tear she had shed turned to multiple streaming down her cheeks and she ignored them. His eyes held a promise to her, one she didn't understand and was frustrated with. He owed her nothing, she owed him nothing. They were nothing. They were just two strangers. "I am not afraid of you. I'm not afraid of anyone. If anything, I'm the one people should be afraid of," she lifted her head defiantly.

His eyes held hers, his promise still in them. A glint of amusement flashed on his face. "I should be afraid of you?" He practically laughed at the idea and truth be told, Y/N’s bravery was faltering. He used to seem harmless, noble, a gentleman. As the conversation progressed, he seemed to become devilish and dark. Simultaneously dangerous and attractive. He took a step toward her but she held her ground, her chin still raised. He lifted his hand to her cheek and caressed her soft skin. She almost melted into his warm touch but held her ground. "You are fire. You are wild. You are your own. But I would like you to be mine as well," he wrapped his free arm around her waist, his other hand still caressing her cheek. She gasped and held onto him, suddenly off balance. Their eye contact hadn't broken once. "Let me show you what you could have if you chose me."

She puffed her chest out as he held her, recomposing herself. "I am not one to be tamed, Elijah. I wasn't born to obey or to let someone else be in control. I'm the one calling the shots here, not you." His eyes grew darker, and she couldn't tell if she was seeing things in the moonlight or if they had actually changed colours.

He leaned down, his face level with hers now and he breathed gently into her ear. He spoke softly, almost a whisper.

"Are you challenging me?"

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smolbeandrabbles · 4 years

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The Outdoor Type - Malcolm Bench x Reader (Vertical Limit)

Author’s Note: I kinda hope you forget you ever gave me this idea and that I asked if I could write it... What can I say, I like surprising you from time to time - as much as I love telling you what I’m currently working on and sending snippets 🤷‍♀️

I literally found this song googling “Songs about mountains / hiking” when I was trying to make him a playlist. So, all of this is just really perfect timing. The Stars Aligned-!

Disclaimer: Vertical Limit Characters not mine - as the idea to put Ben in brown contacts wasn’t, but brilliant job guys! 🙏 / Gif not mine / lyrics not mine

Premise: Malcolm wants to take you on a nice summer hike in the Great Outdoors... There’s only one flaw with his plan, you’re afraid of heights. And you haven’t told him yet.

Words: 1483

Warnings: N/A

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Always had a roof above me Always paid the rent But I've never set foot inside a tent Can't build a fire to save my life I lied about being the outdoor type I've never slept out underneath the stars, The closest that I came to that was one time my car Broke down for an hour in the suburbs at night I lied about being the outdoor type. Too scared to let you know you knew what you were looking for I lied until I fit the bill god bless the great indoors I lied about being the outdoor type I've never owned a sleeping bag let alone a mountain bike I can't go away with you on a rock climbing weekend What if somethings on tv and its never shown again Its just as well I'm not invited I'm afraid of heights I lied about being the outdoor type ---

You probably should have said something to him long before now. Maybe you’d even wondered to yourself many times how the heck you’d even ended up dating Malcolm. He lived his life scaling the world’s tallest mountains and hiking outside. You were much more the ‘stay at home on a Saturday night cuddling on the couch and watching movies’ type. Also, and perhaps the most pressing issue right now, you were afraid of heights. But when Malcolm had so enthusiastically mentioned that the weather was supposed to be lovely this weekend, and he’d found the perfect place to take you walking, (Notice he said ‘walking’ not hiking) Malcolm was so excited. And you guessed that even hiking wasn’t mountaineering, so you’d agreed to go with him. Especially as it was the first time he’d ever really suggested it, you felt you owed him that much. When you started the hike it wasn’t too bad, the incline wasn’t steep, and Malcolm walked beside you – idly chatting to pass the time - and you felt comfortable and safe. There were a bunch of reasons you’d never told him of your fears; mostly because he had a brother and the two of them were usually going on wild and crazy adventures together, you never really thought you’d factor into it. Also, because you were partially scared that it might effect your relationship and he wouldn’t want to be with someone who wouldn’t enjoy the same things as him. You didn’t always believe the phrase opposites attract.

Although as the paths got thinner and he had to walk in front of you, and you continued up the trail without a sign anywhere of descending again – you got decidedly more nervous. And you couldn’t really ignore the fact that you could see nearly all the way to the bottom of the valley if you stepped just ever so slightly to the side. Malcolm was still talking to you over his shoulder, but carrying on as normal – nothing was phasing him, obviously. And you wanted to be brave for his sake; it wasn’t like there was any quick way back down to ground level either. But eventually you got shaky and had to pause, taking deep breaths. Because the last thing either of you needed up here was you to have a panic attack. Malcolm breezed on, still calling cheerfully behind him – until he realised you weren’t responding back, when he turned around to check on you. Now about 100 meters behind him, squatting and breathing hard. “…Wh…Y/N!” He called back, “You okay-!?!” When you only responded with a head shake, he was suddenly alert; “Oh shit!” and jogged back down the path to you; “Babe! Talk to me-! What’s wrong-!?” He knew all the dangers and guessed up here, if you weren’t used to it, there could be slight altitude sickness. You covered your face embarrassed; “You’ll hate me…” “What? Are you kidding-!? Me!? Hate you?!” He scoffed, knowing that just wasn’t possible, “Babe, come on – what’s wrong? Cuz I’m not gonna stop nagging ya until you tell me!” You could feel yourself going bright red under your fingers; and you mumbled it – “I’m scared of heights.” There was a few seconds silence, before he laughed, and hard. And kept on laughing - until he realised you were serious; “Wait-! Shit really!?! Why didn’t you SAY so you idiot--!!” Malcolm crouched down and then sat, taking your hands away from your incredibly flushed cheeks; “Why did you let me bring you up here-!?! I know I’M stupid, but you’re the smart one!” You bit your lip; “You were so excited and happy I just… I wanted you to be happy.” He sent his eyes heavenward for a minute; “And risk your health-!? No, no, no!!” but he chuckled again at the irony; “Oh god! Scared of heights! This is… Oh god!” He wiped tears from his eyes; “Wait until I tell Cyril-!” “DON’T YOU DARE!!” You pushed his arm, making him laugh more at your embarrassment; “Aha! It doesn’t stop you being feisty-! That’s good to see-!” “It’s not funny!” Malcolm grinned, “No, maybe not. But if I can get you to focus on anything else, you’ll feel a little better… look you’re shaking less already…” He took your hands in his; “I’m not mad at you – and I certainly don’t hate ya. Hell, you’re probably the only girl in the world that’s gonna put up with my lunacy.” You weren’t going to let him know you’d agree, but you couldn’t help but grin. “AHHHHH!!! That’s a smile!” Then you laughed, “HA! I knew it!” “Mal-! Stop!” But he’d brightened your mood by just sitting on the pathway with you to calm you down, and you couldn’t do much more than thank him for that. He grinned, threading your fingers before leaning forward to kiss you. You accepted his sweet kiss, before pulling him closer by his jacket. “Oh?” He raised an eyebrow smirking, “Even when you’re panicking about being so high you can’t resist me?” You shook your head; “God, you’re infuriating-!” “I know!” Malcolm winked cheekily, “But at least I don’t pretend to be anything else!” You giggled again and brushed your lips to his again. “Well, you are right there.” He let you sit with him and hold his hands until you’d calmed a little, and then Malcolm stood – pulling you gently from the floor. You kept your eyes focused on his, voice calm. And suddenly he was a guide on the side of a technical mountain – not a sunny summer hike. “It’s okay to be scared. Come on… take my hand, we’ll make it back together okay, keep your focus on me… I’ve done this 100 times… Nice and slow. One step at a time.” You gave a nod, squeezing his hand tight. He was strong and steady, and you let him lead you slowly to a shortcut, where he could get you back down in the shortest possible time. But every so often he’d stop and turn back to you to make sure that you were doing alright. And sometimes it all went to your head again, and you would pull him back to pause for respite. But Malcolm was, for once, a saint – and he stood looking out over the gorgeous scenery for as long as you needed to rest for, the way the sun glittered over greenery and lakes stretching for miles before you. Even if you couldn’t exactly ‘enjoy’ it with him, he was glad you were there and holding his hand. But still, he couldn’t help teasing and joking with you; “This is just a ploy to stay with me out here longer isn’t it?!” “Oh absolutely. Yeah. Can’t get enough of this mountaineering thing-!” “OH!? K2 next?! Or Everest, I mean it’s less technical-!” “MALCOLM!” You weren’t exactly impressed, but he only grinned “Oh, I think I could kiss that annoyance away-!” “Will you just get me down first-!” He indicated to the path; “What do you think I’m doing-!?” As you continued to make your way down the trail, and you were closer to the valley you’d started in, you allowed yourself to admire the view. It was sure beautiful, even you had to admit. Of course this made you dawdle, and had Malcolm turning back to see why you were tugging on his hand this time. “Oh. You can admire it now, huh?!” You scoffed, turning to him; “I don’t know if that’s really the view…” He was taken aback, and almost blushed himself “M-Me-!?” Malcolm’s eyes flew wide, and then he blinked; “OH GOD! It’s made you delusional-! Oh! There’s no hope!!” He pretended to lament and pulled you to him, so your face was buried in his neck, and he embraced you tight; “Don’t look-! Don’t look-!” “MAL-! I’m gonna push you OFF this damn trail in a minute, LET ME GO!”

His laughter filled the air again as he pulled back, but keeping his arms around you; “You are okay though, right?” “Better. Thank you.” “Oh. You’re welcome, anytime. I mean I would say that I-” You clamped a hand over his mouth, “Hush. Don’t ruin it.” His brown eyes widened in humour, but he didn’t even mumble into your hand. Holding his own hands up to appease you. You removed your hand, and replaced it with your lips; “I love you Malcolm, but God help me you’re an idiot-!” He laughed at your compliment; “Really? I think you should be thanking him! After all, imagine being stranded out here without me-!” You sighed; “Without you I wouldn’t be here.” “Oh no. That’s on you, for not telling me!” You tipped your head, musing your predicament for a second “Maybe you’re right.” Malcolm placed his hand over his heart in shock; “Oh, certainly delusional-!” “Oy!” You pushed him again, “I said maybe!”

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benoitblanc · 4 years

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tagged by @castelllans (ily caroline!!!) to answer some questions!

do you prefer writing with black pen or a blue pen? black 100%

would you prefer to live in the country or in the city? city, but not in a super crowded hectic bit. like near the natural history museum in london. in one of those super expensive row houses. as you can see, i haven’t thought about this at all XD

if you could learn a new skill, what would it be? i’d love to become proficient in italian. or tap dancing

do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar? i actually don’t drink coffee at all and not much tea, but on the extremely rare occasions i have english breakfast tea, i take sugar

what was your favorite book as a child? besides harry potter? my love of crime fiction started really early with the a to z mysteries by ron roy. i loved ruth rose so much

do you prefer baths or showers? showers- i never have time for a bath

if you could be a mythical creature, which one would you be? a phoenix or a dragon!

paper or electronic books? absolutely paper

what are your favorite items of clothing? i have a t-shirt with the entirety of les miserables written on it in tiny text, and another with the entirety of the secret garden. i also love my stage management outfits, which are literally just whatever black clothing i can find the day of, but they always make me feel so badass

do you like your name? would you like to change it? i do, actually! my first name is extremely common and anglican but i think it fits me anyway. my middle name, what i go by on tumblr, is after fucking arwen undomiel- no, i’m not joking, i was legitimately named by my parents after arwen undomiel- so what’s not to like lol

who is a mentor to you? all the more experienced members of my production team are always so helpful and supportive and lovely. i miss them a lot

would you like to be famous? if so, what for? honestly? probably not. i’d like to be well-respected in my field but i don’t think that’s the same thing

are you a restless sleeper? yes, which sucks

do you consider yourself to be a romantic person? i’m a weird mixture of “absolute cynic” and “hopeless romantic” so... i suppose?

which element best describes you? air or fire

who do you want to be closer to? i forgot to answer this question last night- the answer here was copy-pasted from caroline with the rest of the game, sorry caroline- but there are several people i see on a semi-regular basis (during normal times) who i’m sort of friendly with but i’d love to be friends with

do you miss anyone at the moment? i miss all of my friends a ridiculous amount, but especially my idiot actors. (you all have probably heard at least one idiot actor story if you’ve been following me for any length of time.) they all mean the world to me, and i can’t wait until we’re all back in the theatre

tell us about an early childhood memory. when i was really little, like 3-5ish, i would always go to a family friend’s house while my mum worked. the family friend had three kids, one a year above me, one my age, and one two years younger. i have a handful of weirdly specific memories from their house, but my favorite is when the kid my age and i were playing on their swingset and when the mom called us in for lunch, she joked “oh, where are arwen and ben? i think they’ve swung into space! maybe to the moon!” i was maybe like four and i can still remember that she made us macaroni and cheese. it was a good day

what is the strangest thing you’ve eaten? i’m completely blanking on this one. i’ve eaten some weird shit in england but nothing too bizarre. elizabeth sponge, which is basically lavender-flavored victoria sponge, was pretty horrendous though. victoria sponge is such a perfect dessert and then you go and make it taste like perfume??? why???

do you like spicy foods? usually! as long as they aren’t too spicy

have you ever met someone famous? i went to elementary school with one of stephen king’s grandkids, aka joe hill’s son, so i’ve met joe hill. he and my dad would always talk about doctor who while they waited to pick us up. he actually wasn’t as weird as you would expect. my classmate, on the other hand, was exactly as weird as you would think a king would be

do you keep a diary or journal? i have made several attempts to do so and inevitably fail every time

do you prefer to use pen or pencil? depends on the situation

what is your star sign? pisces

do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy? in between!

what would you want your legacy to be? that i did something good for the world. i touched someone’s life in some way

do you like reading? what was the last book you read? i adore reading. i would die if i couldn’t read. i’m currently reading my dear hamilton by stephanie dray and laura kamoie, but the last book i finished was a reread of the raven king by maggie stiefvater

how do you show someone you love them? just by being a shoulder to lean or cry on more than anything. also, lots and lots of teasing in a fun, mutual, bestie banter (or straight-up flirting depending on the person) way

do you like ice in your drinks? in water or lemonade, but nothing else

what are you afraid of? wasps and gas masks and failure

what is your favorite scent? the specific mix of evergreen, cold air, woodsmoke, peppermint, stale popcorn, something baking, and snow that you only get at christmastime

do you address older people by their name or surname? depends on how well i know them

if money was not a factor, how would you live your life? in london in one of the aforementioned row houses, doing the things i love and travelling as much as i could

do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean? neither. lake supremacy. (i do enjoy pools and the sea, but lakes are best)

what would you do if you found $50 on the ground? attempt to figure out who it belonged to, most likely

have you ever seen a shooting star? did you make a wish? i think i’ve seen a couple, but i don’t remember making a wish

what is one thing you would want to teach your children? the boldest thing you can do is just be kind

if you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? ...i don’t want tattoos, so nothing

what can you hear now? the hum of my air purifier

where do you feel the safest? my theatre is simultaneously where i feel the safest and where i have the most anxiety attacks. no clue why, although maybe it’s because i feel safe enough there to let myself freak out a little

what is one thing you want to overcome/conquer? i’m making it my goal this summer to overcome my phobia of thunderstorms. i’ve progressed to the point where a calm, rumbly storm actually makes me really happy now, which is great! i’d also love to just... stop having the aforementioned anxiety attacks but not sure how much i can do about that lol

if you could travel back to an era, what would it be? assuming none of the bigoted shit that was inevitably going down in literally any era is applicable, either the 1920s or 1940s

what is your most used emoji? 😂

describe yourself using one word? tenacious

what do you regret the most? i honestly don’t have many regrets, which is wonderful. the one i do have i flipflop between not giving a flying fuck about and going “oh god i really fucked up there!”, so it’s complicated XD

last film you saw? a rewatch of the avengers

last tv show you watched? technically both marvel agent(s) shows because i’m getting clips for giffing purposes- and side note the carter lighting designer owes me money at this point for making me go through this coloring bullshit over and over- but the last show i saw a full ep from was leverage

invent a word and it’s meaning. praecipience (n.)- the feeling of sickening anticipation you get right before something that you know is coming, like a cast list or an episode or opening an acceptance/rejection letter or an execution

tagging anyone who wants to do it :)

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sassysweetstories · 5 years

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Empress Part 9

Summary: You’re apart of the 100. You’re very bad-ass and don’t take shit from no-one. However, the longer you’re on earth, the more complicated things become.

Ship: Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader, Dimitri!Grounder x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, crying, angst, swearing, minor smut, fighting,mentions of abuse, blood, gore, etc.

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. i realize not all of this is side by side accurate to the show, bare with me. i hope you enjoy!

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First P.O.V

I groan in pain, dropping my food supplies as Bellamy growls into my ear. “Traitor.” He hisses like a snake. His grip tightening around my neck and shoulders to keep me contain. “You’ve been seeing a grounder?! Have you been feeding him information, too?!” His grip is too much, too painful it’s getting harder to breathe. I twist his arm and push him as far away from me as I can, pulling out a knife to defend myself. “Bellamy let me explain-” He cuts me off by screaming. “I knew you were a snake! The little princess isn’t so clean, after-all!” My voice is twice the rage he was expecting and it takes both of us by surprise. “MAN, YOU JUST LOVE THE SOUND OF YOUR OWN VOICE, DON’T YOU?! JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN!” Maybe because my hands tremble that he finally silences. Not out of pity but out of something more painful.

I sigh, “Dimitri. That’s his name. He saved my life one of the earlier nights when we first arrived. I thought he was going to kill me, I was sure of it. But when he didn’t, I realized he was just as curious about me as I was about him. He’s not from Lincoln’s clan. There are more clans all over the world. I have saved his people before and they have protected me. I haven’t told anyone about our plans or our people, I swear to you! Dimitri and I would meet and he taught me things about earth, including the language. I told him stories about the books we read when we were kids and the stars. That’s it.” He never puts his weapon down but his eyes are sad and angry, much like when Octavia confessed about seeing Lincoln. He hates the idea but can’t stop her, even when he tried. “Why were you kissing him?” He gulps down some saliva, not really wanting the answer I provide. “I have feelings for him. Please, Bellamy. I know you hate me-”

He scoffs, disgusted by the statement. “I don’t hate you.” I dare to lower my weapon, perplexed. An uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as I await for more of an explanation. “I don’t like that you’re right a lot. You actually weren’t half bad.” He pauses for a moment, almost eyeing me with distaste. I know the following statement he makes will break me more than I care to admit, a tinge of regret. “I thought you were more than this. I thought you were better than us, than me. Turns out that’s a lie. Your secret is safe, for now.” A small warning: a threat. Make one wrong move and I will take everything you love away. His posture seems to scream. I had the potential of being friends with Bellamy but I don’t know how he’ll view me now. Maybe as a monster for all I know. I walk a few steps ahead, half expecting him to literally stab me in the back. We melt into the flow of the groups movements. He forces a smile in Octavia’s direction and nods to Clarke.

I flank Octavia’s side and half expect Bellamy to glare at me in disgust but he looks more disappointed than anything. There’s a pang of guilt in my heart, a feeling I can’t control despite how much I want to. I have no reason to feel the way that I do but still my emotions alter everything and get the best of me. Especially with how much I don’t owe the Ark or my “people” anything. And though my secret is out to him, it is only he who knows about Dimitri. I’m glad nobody else does. Whether he comes out about my secret is a worry for another day. Right now I need to make sure I get my people out and away from this camp. Octavia and I fall into line a few feet away from Bellamy, Clarke and Jasper. “Alright Octavia, is there anything else we need to look forward to if we slip from the grounders?”

She shook her head, probably glad for the conversation. “Lincoln told me just to get us far away from the first wave of grounder troops. Once we’re away we should be fine.” We walk for another ten minutes until I feel a chill trace up my spine. Both Octavia and Jasper take notice and stop, causing everyone’s movements to cease. “You felt that, too? Didn’t you?” Octavia asks, unsheathing her weapon. She’s becoming better at reading a situation than most. I turn to answer her question when an arrow lodges itself into one of the kids a few bodies away. He dies on impact, falling to the ground instantaneously. We have no time to mourn for another child gone as Jasper banshee shrieks to our people. “GROUNDERS!!! RETREAT!!”

The arrows and chaos around us make our movements quick. So fast, I don’t even realize we’re already back inside camp grounds. When Raven is in the drop-ship secured, and far from harm, Bellamy and Clarke take the ladder, guns at the ready while the troopers take their mark. “Why aren’t they attacking?” Bellamy asked, frustrated. But Clarke and I already know. “We’re doing exactly what they wanted us to do..” She turned over her shoulder to Octavia, blonde hair whipping as she does so. “The first troop are scouts, right?” The young girl nodded to my right. “We can take them! It’s what Lincoln would do!” Bellamy huffed, clearly more angry than before. “I’m done doing what that stupid grounder would do! We listened to him and it got Drew killed!” So that was the boy that died. The thought makes my stomach churn.

Finn scoffed, “That grounder saved our lives! I agree with Octavia! For all we know there’s one scout out there!” I nod along, “Me too. If we move fast we’ll slip out but we’re just sitting ducks if we stay.” Bellamy takes my voice in stride, fully prepared to fight even in times like these. “If we don’t fight, we die! You’re a coward!” And though I’m a few inches shorter than him, I don’t back down from the challenge. “Or am I smarter than you, Blake?! We stay, we rot! It’s obvious. If we move, we live another day!” Octavia pushes us apart, more focused on Clarke than our bickering. “Clarke, we can still do this..” I sigh as people look from her and I. Bellamy may have people listening but he doesn’t have their heart and soul. He lifts his chin up, glancing back at Clarke. “Looking to you, princess. Whats it gonna be?”

When she sighs, I know I’ve lost this battle. “Scouts, more than one. Finn, they’re already here-” Clarke looks back at Bellamy, almost defeated. “Looks like you got your fight-” I cuss under my breath before stalking off to my tent to grab all of my weapons available. Octavia finds me shortly and we make our way towards one of our foxholes. Bellamy grabs her by the arm, muttering something so softly I couldn’t hear it if I tried. I linger, watching the young boy and admiring the camp for what could be my last time. We did pretty well. When she returns to me, I can’t help but smile a little. She looks so strong standing by herself. When I look back at Bellamy, I notice he’s already looking directly at me. His gaze is different from before. Almost like they’re full of longing.

When he’s not being a total ass, he’s quite handsome. Instead of following Octavia, I draw closer to him. “I think this is a stupid plan and I’m sure you’re acting out cause of fear but you’re not half bad, Blake.” I say, stretching out my hand for him to take. Hesitantly, he grasps my palm. His warmth sends chills down my spine. Bellamy doesn’t pull away. “We’re both gonna live.” I snicker at the crude comment, pulling away before asking, “What makes you think so?” He laughs for the first time despite the situation. “Cause we’re both arrogant and headstrong.” I smile wide at the honest joke before following his sister. My grin falters the further I walk, mumbling. “I sure hope you’re right, Bellamy..”

Octavia leaves shortly and with one quick glance, I know she’ll be okay. Though I am not armed with a gun, I still feel safe in the dark of the foxholes. They hoot at the movements but I don’t see anything fall. Bellamy comes tumbling into the makeshift hole. “Don’t shoot! We’re wasting bullets! Where’s Octavia?!” He turns to me. With one glance, I reassure him but tread lightly nonetheless. He holds valuable information that could be my downfall. “She’s okay, Bellamy.” Our radio com starts to explode suddenly. “THEY’RE EVERYWHERE!” For the first time in a long time, my hands begun to tremble and heart beat quicken with fear. I can’t think of the worst outcome. I won’t gain anything from making myself anxious. I make my way over to the other side of the camp, running past some of the kids who duck in fear.

Bellamy follows close by, almost on my tail when a large mass smacks the Blake boy down to the ground. Quickly, I turn around and stand between him and the grounder that’s slipped through. Before he could attack, a large sword ran straight through his chest. Octavia stands over the body with a coy smile. “You see that, big brother?” He laughs lightly before both our expressions fall. An arrow slashes her shoulder and Octavia falls into my arms. I don’t know when Lincoln arrives but I’m nothing short from relieved when I see him. I can take care of her but we have to go now.” He says softly, urgency in his tone. I watch Bellamy struggle to let his baby sister go. I put my hand on his cheek and nod. “Go. Take care of her.” I can see the broken expression on his face as he watches his sister leave with a stranger.

Once they’re out of sight, we walk off towards the fence. “HOLD THE LINE!!” Clarke screams to the gunmen trembling at their posts. I glance through the peephole and gasp. They’ve broke the first of our defense. A few bodies lay on the dirt, unidentifiable. Clarke comes out from the drop-ship again, dripping with sweat and stress. “Those who don’t have guns, make your way into the drop-ship! Jasper’s done it!” They move quickly with panicked faces. This is the end of the camp, I can feel it. I take a deep breath and prepare for the wall to break. The walls; our protection system crumbles and the grounders swarm in, one after another. They never seem to stop. There are at least twenty grounders blocking us from the safety inside the drop-ship.

I do my best to protect Bellamy and myself from the men that run towards us. One hits him hard and I’m forced to protect both sides of the conflict. As he falls, Finn comes out from behind, shooting and knocking more men out of the way. I pull Bellamy up to Finn’s side. They stumble and fight while Clarke gets as much of our people into the drop-ship as she can before closing it. All of a sudden, I’m thrown down to the ground, slipping and falling down the hill. Sticks, rocks and dirt collide with my skin, roughly tearing me into two before I come to a rough stop. My forehead feels wet while my temple aches and throbs against my cranium. With wobbly feet, I stand, putting the majority of my weight onto the nearest tree. All I can feel is throbbing pain. I’m so tired. Despite my body screaming for release, I pull out the last weapon I have and attempt to stand, shifting from foot to foot. The black mass grows into two and then three as my vision beings to blur. Suddenly, everything goes dark.

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twdeadlysins · 5 years

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We Will Rise: Chapter 3

Pairing: Eventual Bellamy Blake x Reader

Word Count: 5,478

Warnings: Slow burn, violence, language, mention of character death, possible typos. The 100 usual.

Summary: The mere thought of going down to Earth never dawned on you until you were put on the exodus ship to do just that. You were skeptical, but decided to enjoy the experience even if the radiation killed you since you were going to be floated anyways. That was until the person you loved the most and abandoned was among the 100.

Author’s note: I don’t own anything from The 100, so all credit goes to their respective owners. This is going to be a LONG series because the reader is inserted in the events that take place in the show, therefore dialogue from the show is and will be used.

If you want to (un)tagged in for this series, don’t hesitate to send me an ask, message me, or comment and I’ll add you. The same goes for any other fics! I’m in no way, shape, or form a writer. Any feedback is appreciated, but hate is a different story. Thank you and enjoy!

The gifs I use aren’t mine, so all credit goes to their respective owners.

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“His pulse is 380,” Clarke stated as she used her watch to calculate Jasper’s heart rate. The result made your eyes almost pop out of their sockets as you tore them off of Jasper’s painful state to gawk at the blonde.

After you had defied Bellamy, you chose to occupy your time in keeping Jasper company and assist in any aid that was needed. He wasn’t looking too good and you couldn’t imagine how much pain he was in. If you could ease his pain, take away it, or even take his place, you would in a heartbeat.

Before Clarke had joined you, you were in the middle of stroking a wet cloth on his forehead while humming a tune, trying to lessen his moans and get him to focus on you, but it didn’t work.

Jasper let out another loud moan, but before you could reach out and soothe him, a random guy shouted from outside for him to go back to sleep and then another yelled quiet. It made your blood boil how inconsiderate they were being, did they not give a fuck that a literal spear went right through him, that he almost died?

“Don’t listen to them. You’re gonna make it through this, okay? Promise.” Clarke softly said as she leaned in and caressed his cheek.

You nodded in agreement while tangling your fingers in his hair, pushing it back and away from his sweaty face. “They’re a bunch of disrespectful assholes who only care about themselves. Now you? Well you jumped in a river with a monster in it to save a girl then took a spear to the chest and is still breathing. I bet you none of them could compete,” you whispered, smiling as you looked down at Jasper before peering up to Clarke who had your same expression.

After you stepped back, you glanced over at Monty who was still working on a way to contact the Ark and gave him a sad smile before hearing another shout that made you fume.

“Can he just die already?!”

Alright, you had enough. You gritted your teeth and clenched your fists together as you started to stormed over to the ladder, ready to beat everyone’s ass, but Clarke’s hand wrapped around your wrist, preventing you from doing so. The action made you angrily snap your head over to her and give her a glare, but she didn’t falter and that didn’t surprise you. Clarke knew you could and would do what you sought out to do, that was who you were, but she also knew that you would back down if you had the right reasons. She shook her head and volunteered you to go with her to get some clean water for Jasper. You glanced between her and your injured friend, contemplating whether or not to ignore her and act out your frustration, but you softly nodded your head and made your way down the ladder knowing that was more important than wasting your energy on self-centered douches.

Once you exited the dropship with Clarke right behind, you wandered your eyes seeing a fire was still going as people were trying to go to sleep around it. You could still hear Jasper moaning even from outside and your heart ached at the sound, but seeing that it prevented the rude teens from meeting sleep made you smirk, they deserved it even though it still wasn’t enough punishment.

A sudden scream of protest interrupted your thoughts and you whipped your head to the direction of the noise with a confused look, what the hell was going on? Clarke strided over to the yelps and you followed suit until you made it over to a tree with a little girl moving back and forth, she was having a nightmare.

When your father was floated, you experienced nightmares about that day, it replayed over and over in your mind even when you were awake, but Bellamy had washed them away when he was with you. After the incident that got you thrown into the skybox, you dealt with more nightmares that you never had before like the day you’d get floated or Bellamy screaming at you about how much he loathed you, but not having him there by your side sucked even more than the terrors.

Clarke gestured for you to stand back thinking it would be too overwhelming if both of you loomed over the girl before kneeling down and giving her a little shake. The girl hurriedly sat up, panically searching everywhere before the blonde shushed her and reminded her that she was okay, that it was only just a dream.

“You’re Charlotte, right?” Clarke softly questioned as you still stood there seeing a little bit of yourself in her, the scared, broken girl you once were. If you could cope and get through it, then you had hope she somehow could too.

Clarke had introduced you and herself and asked if she wanted to talk about it. She seemed hesitant at first, but she softly replied that it was her parents, that they were floated and she saw it in her dreams.

“We understand,” you spoke up, your voice cracking slightly at the thought of Clarke’s father and your own being floated like they were nothing, erased from existence like they weren’t even there.

“Our fathers were floated too,” Clarke elaborated which made Charlotte finally make eye contact with her and then she looked over at you before averting her eyes back at the ground.

Clarke had broken the brief silence and asked how she ended up here which peaked your interest, how did she get locked up at such a young age?

“We were taking my parents’ things to the redistribution center and … I kind of lost it. They said I assaulted a guard.”

You scoffed under your breath as you went to go sit against a tree that was across from them, of course they did. The people that were higher up on the Ark and called the shots were idiots, they would say and do anything to reduce the population, so might as well target the underage people and send them to the skybox. Charlotte was griefing and acted out because of it, of course they would ignore her feelings and the fact she lost both of her parents and lock her away.

“I can’t say I blame you,” Clarke said before pausing and looking up towards the sky and pointing, making you and girl look as well. “See that bright star up there? That’s the Ark orbiting above us. I think whatever happened up there, you know, the pain … maybe we can move past that now. Maybe being on the ground is our second chance.”

You absorbed her words and thought about them over again in your head before realizing that she had a point. Not being on the Ark and down on the ground could be your second chance, to move past everything and start over in a sense. You would never forget what happened, but the pain you felt can stay up there on the horrid place you called a home. You could move past the dreadful feeling of talking to Bellamy and finally move past what happened on the Ark, what made things so weary between the two of you.

Clarke had huddled up with Charlotte, making the corner of your mouth quirk up before you reached for your necklace and started to toy with it.

“How’s my favorite girl?” a familiar voice sang as you heard them close your door and their footsteps approach you.

You rolled your eyes and stopped reading the book that was within your grasp and glanced up to see Bellamy with a grin plastered on his beautiful face. “What about your sister?” you jokingly questioned, quirking a brow only to get a playful shrug for a response before he picked up your legs that was stretched out on your bed and laid them across his lap, so he could sit down.

“I guess you and I have a secret now,” he winked while he slapped on your thighs as if they were drums causing you to toss the forgotten book aside and fold your arms as you curiously stared at him with a smirk

“I guess we do. Now tell me, what do I owe the pleasure?”

His laugh tugged at your heartstrings in the best way possible and your smirk turned into a wide grin seeing him like that, it was even better knowing that you did it. The way his eyes crinkled and the smile he gave you as laughter escaped his lips was what you strived to see everyday.

“Just wanted to see my favorite girl, that’s all,” he said in between chuckles as you kept glaring at him with curiosity. After his fit of giggles died down, he rolled his eyes and confessed he did have a reason for visiting.

He squeezed your thigh with one hand while the other reached into his pocket, making you sit up straighter, wondering what he was retrieving. Bellamy had pulled out something wrapped in fabric which made you glance back up at him to see his once elated mood become nervous and in thought.

“Did I forget my own birthday or-?” you joked, trying to ease his tense state and it seemed to work for a second as he let out a breathy laugh, but he kept fidgeting with the mysterious item.

“I just thought- I don’t know. I wanted to give you something and it not have to be a special day to do it. I hope- you know what just here,” he trailed off and quickly handed over the present.

You furrowed your brows wondering what he was so nervous about, but once you removed the cloth, you let out a small gasp and understood why. There within the fabric was a crafted necklace with an uppercase B in a curvy font, it was so simple yet so beautiful.

“The B obviously is for Bellamy or Blake whatever you want to interpret as. I just wanted to give you something that symbolized and reminded you that I’m always going to be there for you,” he explained and the meaning behind the gift made you tear up.

“Thank you, Bell, it’s gorgeous. I love it,” you managed to say as you felt a lump in your throat and a tear escape your eye. After you were done rubbing your finger and admiring the jewelry, you brought it over your head and around your neck before looking at Bellamy. He stared at the metal with a lopsided grin before locking his chocolate orbs onto yours and his smile grew bigger.

“Perfect.”

The memory brought a sad smile to your face and you continued to toy with the necklace as you looked up to the sky, wandering your irises over the numerous stars before glaring at the one you knew was the Ark. You wondered what was happening up there, did they think the ones who took off their wristbands were actually dead and were they going to come down here if they were smart enough to figure out you all had survived? The Ark and the things that occured up there you would eventually get past and start over, but most of the people that inhabited it, you all needed even if the ignorant people down here didn’t think they did.

***

You had slept in the dropship, well to be fair you didn’t get that much sleep at all due to the moaning of Jasper, but you didn’t really care. His well being was a higher priority than your rest, so you mainly kept on eye on him and tended to him knowing that Clarke was much more of an asset since she had plenty of medical experience whereas you only knew the basics. Her mother had taught you a couple of things before you were tossed into the box, but you managed to get some training after class since you wanted more knowledge on Earth skills and medical was essential.

Clake had taken over, so you leaned against the wall and absentmindedly fumbled with your necklace as you watched her work. Monty was still trying to find out a way to get in touch with the Ark and you really didn’t want to help outside. Work with those assholes? No thanks. So being on the side lines just incase you were needed sounded better to you.

“The Grounders cauterized the wound … saved his life,” she pointed out as she inspected it.

“Saved his life so they could string him up for live bait,” Finn said as he stepped back in. What he said gave you chills, you knew that was the reason, but what kind of sick people would do such a thing?

“This is infected, he could be septic,” Clarke said, and that made you stop fiddling with your necklace. How would you treat it? It wasn’t like you all had medicine lying around.

“Any progress on using the wristbands to contact the Ark?” she questioned as she looked over at Monty. You peered over at him when you didn’t hear a response, he was zoned out, staring at Jasper.

“Monty?” you said loud enough to break his thoughts.

He blinked, coming back to reality and gave a firm no causing Clarke to sigh, bringing up that her mother would know what to do. Abby Griffin was a brilliant doctor, but you had faith that her daughter, your friend, could do just as good and save Jasper’s life.

“How’s he doing?” Wells inquired. You noticed he had climbed the ladder to come in earlier, but you chose to ignore him. Yes, you were going to try and move past things, but forgiving Wells didn’t sit right with you.

“How does it look like he’s doing, Wells?” Clarke frustratedly said. You didn’t blame her, it was a stupid question after all and it came from him, the person you both blamed for her father’s death, so what did he expect?

“Hey, I’m just trying to help,” he replied and you couldn’t help, but roll your eyes.

“Alright, you wanna help?” Clarke asked, making you gawk at her with confusion. “Hold him down.”

No one questioned it as Finn and Wells held his legs down while you secured his wrists, but being mindful not to get in her way while she put the knife’s blade in the fire, oh boy.

“I’m not gonna like this, am I?” Monty questioned and you gave him a sympathetic knowing what she was about to do.

Clarke took the red hot blade out and gave you a worried look, preparing for what you all knew was to come, so you gave her a nod, assuring her you trusted her. She then applied the blade to his skin, trying to cut the infected flesh. Jasper moaned louder than ever and you tried not to panic as you pinned his wrists down tighter, shutting your eyes so you couldn’t see his distressed face.

The moaning stopped and you quickly opened your eyes to see that he passed out, making you release a shaky breath that you didn’t know you were holding.

“Stop it, you’re killing him!” Octavia shouted as she barged into the room.

“She’s trying to save his life,” Finn calmly corrected.

“She can’t,” Bellamy said, entering the dropship as well, making you huff and retract your hands from Jasper only to cross them against your chest as you glared at him. He made eye contact with you and you noticed his stone hard expression softened a bit before Wells instructed him to back off.

“We didn’t drag him through miles of woods just to let him die,” Clarke said and that caught you off guard.

“So what? You’re only trying to save his life so your precious time wouldn’t have gone to waste?” you angrily grunted. The expression on her face turned into shock and she opened her mouth to respond, but she was interrupted.

“Kid’s a goner. If you can’t see that, you’re deluded. He’s making people crazy,” Bell sternly said.

You opened your mouth to put him in his place, but Clarke beat you to it. “Sorry if Jasper’s an inconvenience to you, but this isn’t the Ark. Down here, every life matters.” She glanced over to you and you softly nodded understanding that she chose a poor choice of words before. If you were being honest, you accidentally projected your frustration of Bellamy out on to her. If you didn’t have all those emotions coursing through you, you would’ve known she didn’t mean what she had said to come out the way it did.

“Take a look at him, he’s a lost cause.”

Everyone trailed their eyes over to Jasper’s form like they were starting to believe what Bellamy was saying and you weren’t about to let that happen.

“He’s survived for this long, he’s a fighter, if he wasn’t, he would’ve died when that spear struck him. If that you were you,” you pointed at Jasper, starting to get emotional, but you tried to suppress it. “Would you want us to give up on you? Decide whether you’re worth it or not?”

“I’d want you to put me out of my misery.” He stared at Jasper, not even making eye contact with you when he answered because you would see right through him, his eyes always told you how he really felt.

You let out a heavy breath, not believing he would actually want that, he was a fighter too and you knew he knew that. Clarke then told Octavia that she had watched her mother heal people her whole life, so if she says there’s hope, there’s hope.

“This isn’t about hope, it’s about guts.”

“It’s about saving a life,” you corrected, emphasizing every word. You noticed how Bellamy clenched his jaw, but he chose to ignore you when made you even more agitated.

“You don’t have the guts to make the hard choices, I do. He’s been like this for three days. If he’s not better by tomorrow, I’ll kill him myself.”

Your eyes grew wide, “you can’t just put a timer on whether he decides to live or not because your so called people are mindless dicks! He either gets better or … or he doesn’t,” you shouted, stuttering at the thought of losing your best friend.

He continued to pretend you weren’t there and ordered for his sister to follow him, but she refused and got up to comfort you. Bellamy brought his eyes to see you still staring at him with emotion and hurt flooding your features. His expression softened once again, but it turned hard just as quick and he left without saying another word leaving you to blink away the tears before they fell.

“Power-hungry, self-serving jackass. He doesn’t care about anyone, but himself,” Monty said before looking at Octavia and realizing what he said. “No offense.”

Octavia didn’t say anything as she wrapped her arm behind your waist and rubbed your arm while leaning her head against your shoulder. Finn agreed, but said Bellamy did happen to be right which made you finally storm out of the dropship. You had enough of everyone thinking that Jasper’s life wasn’t worth it, things might not be looking the best right now, but he’s still alive and that’s all that mattered, you still had hope. If he did end up not making it, it wouldn’t be because you all gave up on him.

You had your eyes closed, so when you heard footsteps approach and someone occupy the space beside you, you lifted one lid to see Clarke had joined you where you ventured off to. You had decided to get away from everyone, but not too far, just enough to where no one would bother you or at least unwanted company. She didn’t break the silence knowing when you got like this, you didn’t want to communicate with anyone and that was one of the reasons why you two got along so well; she understood you and vice versa.

The peaceful comfortable silence was broken when you heard heavy footsteps come your way and you let out an annoyed sigh knowing it wasn’t Octavia, so unwanted company was now about to invade your space.

“You’re mad,” a familiar voice stated. Of course he followed Clarke.

You let out another sigh before compeling yourself to open your eyes. “Yes, I’m mad, Finn. Not at anyone specific, just at everyone who believes that Jasper is a lost cause.”

“I’m not mad,” Clarke said, causing you to peek over at her. “You want to think Jasper’s a lost cause, go ahead, you’re wrong.”

A light chuckle left your lips because you usually had that attitude, not giving a fuck, but that was mainly about yourself. When it came to your friends, the people you loved, you gave a fuck. If people thought about you as a lost cause, you wouldn’t care, but you didn’t want that for Jasper.

“I hope I am,” he replied.

“Yeah, I hope you are too,” you mumbled, closing your eyes again since you had a feeling Finn came out here because of Clarke. He definitely felt something for Clarke, you saw that back at the river, it was cute, so you were going to mind your business and continue what you were doing earlier.

“Whatever this stuff is, it has to have had antibiotic properties,” you heard Clarke say, making you open your eyes again and reach for what she had in her hand.

Before you could inspect what the plant was, another person was joining you all as you heard leaves crunching beneath their feet and you groaned. “What the fuck, I can never get any peace and quiet around here.”

You turned your head to see Wells and you didn’t stop the urge to roll your eyes, great. Just as you were about to ignore him and go back to surveying the plant, he knelt down and grabbed it out of your palm. “Let me take a look. Before you refuse my help, remember who aced botany in Earth skills.”

“Um, excuse me there,” you annoyedly said as you snatched the plant back into your hand. Clarke seemed just as annoyed as you were as she glared over at Wells. “I had it first and you weren’t the only one to ace botany,” you pointed out. His lips parted slightly, but they went into a tight line knowing he’d lose the fight.

“I’m thinking a tea might be even more effective if we can figure out what it is,” Clarke mentioned as you studied the plant. By the time she finished her sentence, you knew exactly what ‘it’ was.

“Seaweed is the winner of your plant here,” you blatantly said. You gestured your opened hand for them to see, but Wells had took it and inspected it like you were wrong or something.

“No root structure, yeah, she’s right,” Well chimed.

“Of course I am, didn’t ace botany to get something as simple as seaweed wrong,” you frankly replied as you stood and stretched your limbs.

“Right. Well, then there must be a water source nearby,” Clarke said and you nodded.

“Yeah, it would have to have a slow current, lots of rocks. The water would probably be more red than green,” Wells informed.

“Okay, now you’re just trying to show off,” you scoffed, but smirked knowing Wells had always secretly harboured a crush for Clarke, no way in hell that would ever happen now. He opened his mouth slightly with a bewildered look acting as if he wasn’t flaunting. You knew he wasn’t trying to, you didn’t think he even knew he was and that made it even funnier.

“I know just the place,” Finn spoke up.

“Alright, let’s go,” Clarke said as she stood up, looking between you and Finn, but you shook your head.

“Nah, I’m not going. I’d rather stay here and make sure nobody decides to kill Jasper beforehand. You both don’t know what that stuff looks like by the way,” you mentioned as they started to walk off before looking over at Wells who was beside you. “Take Wells … I mean he’s not as good as me, but he’ll do,” you teased with a smirk, earning an irritated look from both Clarke and Wells.

The three of them went out to retrieve the seaweed, so you went to check on Jasper. Octavia was taking care of him while Monty continued to find a way to get a hold of the Ark and helped with Jasper when needed. You stayed with them for a little bit, chatting with Octavia while also trying not to be a distraction to Monty.

“Hey, I’m going to go outside and get some fresh air. I’ll bring back some more water when I’m done,” you said, giving Octavia a smile before patting her shoulder on your way out of the dropship.

Once you exited, you kept your distance, not wanting to gain any attention from anyone. Everyone was chatting and leisuring around, but you noticed something off … where was the other Blake sibling?

You wished you didn’t care, but you did. It didn’t feel like you were in control of your feet as you walked up to a guy who you hoped knew where he was.

“Hey, you,” you called. He turned around and looked you up and down before smirking and asked what you wanted.

“Cut the shit. Do you know where Bellamy is?” you directly asked.

He rolled his eyes and let out a grunt, making you quirk your brows in shock that he didn’t think twice to do that especially towards you. “You’re like the thirtieth girl to ask, if you want to sleep with him, then wait like the rest of them.”

Your mouth was ajar as you continued to glare at him with shock, did he really think that was what you wanted? And girls here actually want to fuck him? I mean you didn’t blame them, but come on, what in the actual fuck.

By the time you were done processing what he had said, he had turned his back to you, so you grabbed his shoulder and made him face you again. “I have no fucking clue why you would assume that was what I wanted ‘cause listen here, I’m not like most girls here who fuck a guy just because they’re high and mighty, hot, or whatever the case may be, got it? Good. Now answer my damn question before I knock your teeth in.”

“Sorry. He left just a moment ago to go hunting and took some guys with him, he said he’d be back before dark.” His apology seemed genuine since you scared the shit out of him and you got the answer you were looking for, so you thanked him and walked off, deciding to go back to the log you were at before Clarke and them left, but something caught your eye and caused you to stop in your tracks.

You cursed under your breath as you quietly followed Charlotte through the woods, what did she think she was doing venturing off out in the woods? Did Jasper getting a spear through the chest not scare her enough? You were sucked out of your thoughts when you heard the sound of oinking not too far away, but Charlotte continued to walk right towards it. You rolled your eyes and tiptoed faster trying to reach her without making a sound before something happened.

There was a sudden crack of a twig and you looked down only to see dirt at your feet, so it wasn’t you. You glanced back up when you heard another sound, only to see an axe sticking out of a tree with Charlotte right beside the trunk followed by shouts.

“Who the hell are you?” you heard Bellamy question.

“Charlotte.”

“I almost killed you,” he said before wedging his axe out of the tree. “Why aren’t you back at camp?”

“Well, with that guy who was dying, I just … I couldn’t listen anymore,” she stumbled and you decided to make your presence known.

“Don’t use past tense ‘cause he isn’t dead and he’s recovering, not dying,” you scolded as you made your way through the tall grass ignoring Bellamy’s gaze.

“There’s Grounders out here. It’s too dangerous for a little girl,” Atom said, but Charlotte disagreed and stated she wasn’t little, that she didn’t need a babysitter and that was directed at you.

“You literally wandered off into the unknown like what a little kid would do,” you irkly stated. “Of course I followed you. I didn’t want to have to find out you died ‘cause then I’d feel guilty since I knew you left,” you coldly shot back.

“Okay then … but you can’t hunt without a weapon,” Bellamy spoke up, breaking the argument as he handed over a knife. You couldn’t believe you were fighting with a child and the fact that he was giving her a weapon. “Ever killed something before?”

She lightly shook her head and that made Bell smirk. “Who knows? Maybe you’re good at it.” What he said made you slightly smile, seeing a glimpse of the Bellamy you had gotten to know and fall in love with since you were younger, but you knew he wasn’t that guy anymore, at least not now.

You followed Bellamy and Atom with Charlotte in front of the three of you, you didn’t want her to be the caboose just incase. Atom offered for him to hold the back, but you insisted on keeping your place.

“Hey, why don’t I get a weapon? We can protect Charlotte, she can’t protect us,” you said, but all you got was silence unless you count Atom looking at Bell for an answer as something.

“Gee, thanks,” you rolled your eyes and scoffed, deciding to push ahead of the two guys as you reached into the pocket of your jacket. “Just seeing if you were still a dick, looks like I got my answer,” you said as you paced passed them, waving the knife beside your head before resting your arms at your sides. You mentally praised yourself for stealing a knife before you left.

You walked for less than ten minutes before hearing a horn being blown from god knows where. The sound made you turn around and look at Bellamy who matched your puzzled expression before your eyes grew wide at the sight of a yellow cloud of mist heading your way.

“Run!”

Bellamy went ahead of you, grabbing your hand and dragging you with him, sprinting as fast as he could, you were surprised you kept up with him. The cloud kept barreling towards you and you didn’t want to find out what happened if it caught up with you, so you trained your eyes forward, tightening your grip on his hand. You darted through trees and jumped over rocks and sticks while thinking of a way to escape because you couldn’t outrun it forever.

“Come on! There are caves this way!” Bellamy shouted, trading hands with you, so he could grab Charlotte’s.

When you finally reached the cave, you were shoved into the entrance, but before you could relax and catch your breath, you heard shouts of Bellamy’s name right outside. He had stepped outside and looked to see where they were, but the fog was already there as you followed him. The air filled your lungs briefly before you raised your arm to cover your face, grasping Bellamy’s jacket and bringing him back inside.

You removed your arm and began coughing like mad, bad enough to where you gagged a couple times and heaved over like you were going to throw up at any given moment. The feeling of a hand soothing circles on your back was comforting and the urge to cough slowly dissipated. You looked over your shoulder before straightening your back and awkwardly thanked Bellamy, earning a slight nod before he went to check on Charlotte.

The more you thought about what that yellow mist was, the sooner you realized what it was. It was acid fog. Whoever got lost in that was a goner for sure. The thought of your skin burning and the acid filling your lungs and doing the same to your insides as well made you shiver.

You looked over at Bellamy and Charlotte before sighing and shoving your head in your hands. Great, not only were you stuck in a cave with acid fog right outside, but you were stuck with the two people who would make you want to run out in it.

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ep.4 liveblog: that opening scene GODDAMN FUCK. OW. God tiago get out of the fucking police dept. everyone’s horrific. They really making everyone @ least a little likeable except reilly huh? i love councilwoman beck & I’ll be very sad when someone inevitably murders her. Nat dormer’s facial acting is A+. dr. Nazi: there’s something v tacky about inviting ur mistress to ur son’s b-day party. Also, nazis @ a kid’s birthday party? Yikes. 1/9

ok, as you can see i've decided to not make the same mistake twice and answer everything in one go, let's hope i won't fuck it up lol

first of all i LOVE that you are liveblogging it in my inbox 💙 and second of all get emotionally and mentally ready for the 5th episode, it's the one that made fandom (which was bigger than 5 people at the time) cry tears of joy and celebrate, little did we know that soon enough we'll be crying tears of disappointment and pain once the show will fuck itself up, but the fifth episode? still amazing

now that it's out of the way:

trust me there are more characters than just riley that you'll grow to hate probably, because jesus fuck many fucked up things are ahead... and i mean i adore natalie dormer, she's my favourite actress and the reason for my biness but her characters? they are cool and well acted, but i don't like them as... well people, they are not even human tho... you get what i mean

i loved councilwoman too, she was cool 💙

natalie is amazing and i'm sad for her that the show only had one season, because she had such a great opportunity to play with all those characters and it was gone too soon

yeah, the whole thing with the party was definitely... something

molly is a pretty strange character that i still don't know how to feel about and their relationships with tiago were written pretty strangely too

the graveyard scene was amazing, honestly nathan lane is amazing and i loved his character a lot, and their dynamic with tiago too, such a good duo

oh yeah, the kid was creepy as fuck and i only wish this storyline with him was going somewhere, but it felt like his was there just for scares, and about the torso girl it was definitely the kid too, and i have to tell you for some reason this girl is the scariest thing i've seen in the last few years, i am genuinely scared of her to the point where even seeing the gifs of her without warning gives me panic, i don't know why exactly but she's a fucking nightmare to me, no joke

well, i don't forget that dominic is there, i just kind of don't associate jace with kurt at all? so it's easy for me, i kind of feel that you will dislike this storyline even more further when we get to that part of the show with "there are two queer couples in the entire show, guess which one gets fucked over", but honestly i'm one of those people that believe any representation is... representation, you know, gay people can be bad or good, etc, still a little bit sad about this show's choices tho

mateo and josefina is a brotp for life, their relationship give me the will to live, i'm writing a fic now and their bond has a huge role in it because i love them so much

that scene was disturbing to say the least, i was so shocked after it and i still can't get over what happened, my poor baby girl, riley deserves everything that's coming and more

raul is everything and deserves all the respect, and... peacemaker... funny you should say that *cries like a fucking baby* this show treated their peacemakers like shit, didn't it... jesus fuck i'm sad now

you should never be sorry for talking about this show with me, never! 💙💙💙

i was laughing when i read the "mateo goes to the cat" part because i was waiting for the "OH HE DID GO TO THE CAT" lmao, of course, where else can he go if not to share with his boyfriend

you know what's funny? at some point i was joking like "lol what if with kurt and townsend it's not a trap, well not really, what if there's gonna be a genuine love story while flyvega will end up so fucked that we will all wish they were never a thing in the first place", well guess what lol, i should have never joked about anything in this show, my jokes were always a prophecy

of course mateo went to the cat, and oh my god yes, the character design for rico is amazing in every fucking scene, like it's just so perfect?? also i fucking love this moment because once again it shows us that rico is capable of violence, but he is never for it, it's never an answer for him, he's a true leader, levelheaded, calm, thinking, and mateo (and diego) is just... all emotions and will to fight, but he doesn't know what the fuck is he even doing and he's so childish and naive and... good god you'll see how the last episode will fuck it all up while trying to convince us otherwise

yeah, i wish they would explore molly more, and gave josefina more screen time so we really got to find out more and feel more connected to her and that storyline, sadly it was on the background so much that it didn't even make real sense or emotional impact at the end, but it was scary and exciting and interesting at this point in the story, after the end of the season there was even a theory that fina will become new molly at some point, but... well, we'll never know and i wouldn't want that to happen anyways so...

also i'm sad that josefina never got to tell about what happened to anyone in the family, raul would have been a good choice tho

i love everything about rico in this scene because once again it's obvious about the character that he does what needs to be done because basically his people were asking him for a change to avenge themselves, he gets the girl out first, he makes sure riley can't hurt anyone and is defenceless, and then he gives diego and mateo exactly what they both asked for, diego wanted to break riley's face to make him pay for the time riley did the same thing to him? he got to do it! mateo wanted to avenge fina? was so sure it's the right thing to do? great, than fucking do what you came here for, i like how rico just basically does all of that not because he enjoys any part of it but because it's like "you asked for it? he's yours, do what you need to do"

the whole scene was framed beautifully tho, and i still feel like this frame with their hands when rico gives the knife to mateo is one of the most beautiful shots in the whole show

mateo is once again emotional, messy, inexperienced, scared, and the whole body language was perfect there, shout out to jonathan, he played the character beautifully and deserved more screen time and better writing for mateo at the end

well, maybe that movie night was a date and we just don't get it lmao, but yeah, it was weird

i still don't even know how i feel about tiago and molly so i get you 100%

come back to scream at me about episode five, it's gonna be.. interesting lol 💙

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