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Humans are weird: The lost colony

*Quick note before I start: This is the first installment in a series I’ve called the Lost Colonies which is largely about human society adapting to the strange environments of other worlds. You can read the other installments here: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing this series, but with my new work schedule I had to bring it to a close. If you’ve enjoyed this story follow me on here for my other writings. Thanks again to everyone who has reblogged, liked, replied, DMed, or otherwise shown their appreciation for this series. It means a lot to me that people enjoyed it and the love you’ve all shown me has really helped keep me going for these last few months.*

An adult Turic sits behind a desk jotting down notes as a recorder takes down the interview for future analysis.
“I understand that this entire ordeal has been stressful for you and your fellow colonists but due to your unique situation we would like to use this opportunity to better understand human culture. Please let me know if we need to stop or if there is anything I can do to make you more comfortable.”
The human, a younger female by the name of Kiara fidgets in her seat.
“No, I’m fine, I just haven’t ever seen an alien before. Hell, until a few months ago no one had ever heard anything but legends of people from outer space.”
The Turic looks down at his notes as he tries to reconcile this information.
“According to our research it says that your colony was originally founded just over 500 Sols ago. Are you saying that in that short amount of time your colony’s knowledge of spacefaring and other sapient races was erased?”
“I guess? What’s a Sol though? How long would that be?”
“Oh, a unit of time measurement based on the solar rotation of your home world. Prior to your race’s colonization of other worlds you referred to it as a year. For reference, you are estimated to be 22 Sols old.”
“Then yeah, that makes a lot of sense. We didn’t really have permanent settlements and had to keep moving. One of the older stories said that we came to our world in a fiery ship and that the remains of it could be found out in the wastes once a cycle. That’s what we call it when the Thaw comes back to the same point.”
“I have heard some of the other colonists mention this Thaw. This is the name for the habitable zone in which your colony exists, correct?”
“Yeah, you live in the Thaw, you move with the Thaw. The Thaw keeps you from burning or freezing as long as you work with it. It protects you, feeds you and keeps you alive, but it always moves so you need to move with it.”

The Turic frantically scribbles notes on its data pad.
“Fascinating. It appears as though your civilization has come to mythologize a natural phenomenon the way your ancestors on earth frequently would. Your colony was founded on a planet that was almost what we would call tidally locked. In essence one side of it always faced your neighboring star and it rotated as it spun around it so that the same side always faced it at all times. However the spin was off by a small fraction so that the planet gradually rotated to have a day/night cycle, but this cycle was so slow that it took roughly 50 Sols for a single rotation. This would have made for a narrow band of surviveable temperatures but one that was constantly shifting albeit at a slow pace.”
Kiara stared blankly at the Turic.
“Sorry, that went a little over my head. What I think I caught from that though is that one side of my world faced the light and one side faced the dark and we lived in the space between. Which yeah, that’s the Thaw.”
“I apologize, this is fascinating for me, I’m just curious as to how or why your people took what appears to be such a large step backwards in their technological capabilities.”
“Well, like I said, some of our stories say that we came from a fiery ship and that it can be found in the wastes. If my people really did come from another world, maybe we crashed and our technology broke. We do tend to keep on the move and we usually leave things behind when they break and can’t be fixed. I wasn’t old enough to remember seeing the great ship when my parents took me there and it was taken by the scorch a long time ago.”

The Turic stared at his data pad wondering how he would even begin to unravel all of this.
“Well, hopefully we can find some solid answers to this mystery someday, but I would like for you to tell me more about your colony. What is life like on your world?”
Kiara straightened up in her seat and smiled.
“My name is Kiara Williams. I’m a frost melt like my mother and father before me. We work on the very edge of the Thaw to make sure that the glaciers, mountains and streams run in the right ways when it comes time for the Thaw to reach them in full. We scout lands in the cold to find new sites for villages. We dig breaks in the ice to make sure that the largest sheets fall away from farms and villages. It’s bitter cold and dangerous work but it’s important and sometimes exciting.”
The Turic stared in an expression that would have been the human equivalent of slack-jawed.
“You colony had the technological equivalence of pre-industrialization. Are you saying that your people geoformed an ice world to ensure proper farmland using little more than steel tools and furs?”
“Well there are plenty of other jobs too. My brother is a farmer out in the warmer parts of the Thaw and I have a cousin who lives on the other end of it as a waste reclaimer.”
“And what is it that your cousin does?”
“He goes out into the scorch looking for broken things that can be fixed or things that were left behind by accident. Most people say that’s not a job for an honest person, but he has a real knack for finding stuff to sell. I heard he even managed to find a few relics off the great ship.”
The Turic made a note to track down this cousin immediately.
“Are those the only professions available?”
“Of course not. There’s bakers and builders and law makers but we do have to keep moving with the Thaw so most of us try not to stay in one place too long. It doesn’t help to get too attached. We can usually only get 3 or 4 harvests out of a plot of land before it gets too hot to grow. That’s why frost melts like me are so important to help scout the farms in advance.”

The Turic glanced at the blinking light on his recorder that was letting him know that his allotted time was nearly up.
“I’ll need to let you get back to your family unit soon, but is there anything else you can tell me about your colony or its culture?”
Kiara sighed. “Not really. Being a frost melt, I spend most of my days surrounded by ice as far as the eye can see. It’s strange and beautiful though. There’s massive mountains made of nothing but ice and I know that if I simply walk for a few hours towards out into the frost it would be cold enough to kill, but I know that I’m the one who gets to tame it. At times when the wind is calm I can breath the cold in deep and look out to the stars and wonder what it would be like to explore them too.”
Kiara looked down at her feet self consciously and laughed.
“I guess I can actually get to do that now huh?”
The Turic adopted the human expression of a smile.
“There is a lot of unexplored space out there. I’m sure the human race would be proud to have you back to help them seek it out.”

New Jersey Gothic
  • Jerseyites don’t pump their own gas.  It’s illegal to.  You don’t know what would happen if you stepped out of your car at a gas station, and you don’t want to.
  • Fifteen years ago you honed your aim, proud of your ability to toss change into a toll basket while driving past it at 45 MPH on the Garden State Parkway.  Now they’ve consolidated and raised the tolls.  You get an EZPass so you can still outrun the thing lurking in the Cash Receipt lane.
  • The Parkway and the Turnpike stretch across the state like arteries.  You speed down them at 80 MPH, you are a blood cell in your red car.  You wonder where the heart is, but your exit comes before the beating becomes loud enough to drown out the sound of your horn as you flip off someone with a New York plate for cutting you off.
  • Not New York.  Not Philadelphia.  Proud to be New Jersey!” your radio declares.  You scoff.  As if they’re the only radio station in New Jersey.  You scan through the stations until you find another one from New Jersey.  “Not New York.  Not Philadelphia.  Proud to be New Jersey!” your radio declares.  You scoff.  As if they’re the only radio station in New Jersey.  You scan through the stations until you find another one from New Jersey.  “Not New York.  Not Philadelphia.  Proud to be New Jersey!” your radio declares.  You scoff … 
  • You drive up Route 18 and even though it’s the middle of the night, there’s traffic because there’s construction up ahead.  You sit there and inch forward.  Ten years go by.  The construction finally ends.  You can see your exit up ahead.  It’s closed due to construction.
  • “Why is New Jersey even called the Garden State?” they ask.  “It’s just a bunch of highways, landfills, and industrial complexes.”  They can’t see.  They’ll never see.  We won’t let them see.  We won’t let them take it from us.
  • Your friends from North Jersey say that you’re from South Jersey.  Your friends from South Jersey say that you’re from North Jersey.  The truth is that you don’t even exist.
  • Sometimes you like to sit out on your deck at night, listen to the crickets and the late-night traffic, and look up in the sky at the stars.  Tonight there’s more lights up in the sky, blinking and zooming across the constellations.  You sip your tea and smile.  Another exciting night for your friends in North Jersey.  You wonder which ones will survive this time.
  • You can’t imagine living in a state so big you need to get on a plane to fly across it.  New Jersey’s such a nice convenient size.  You could get in your car and start driving and be at the mountains in two hours.  Or New York City.  Or Philadelphia.  Or the beach or the woods or the mall or the amusement park.  Everything in New Jersey is two hours away.  Only the driving time while you’re conscious counts.
  • You have a love-hate relationship with New York City.  It’s so close and convenient and romantic.  But it also steals New Jersey’s tourists.  Its sports teams.  Its work force.  Your friends.  Your family.  Your pet cat.  Half of your wardrobe.  Your senses of accomplishment and modesty.  The memories of your childhood birthday parties.  You cling to the lawn outside of your significant other’s home, begging New York City not to steal it too.
  • Did you know that Frank Sinatra was from New Jersey?  Did you know that Meryl Streep is from New Jersey?  Jon Bon Jovi?  Jack Nicholson?  Kevin Smith?  George R.R. Martin?  Bruce Springsteen?  They’re heroes in New Jersey.  They escaped.  We know that they’ll return someday to save the rest of us from the things that live in the Cash Reciept lanes.
  • The Jersey Devil lives in the Pine Barrens, you tell all of your out-of-state friends.  They’ve never heard of it, of course.  They think that the New Jersey Devils are named after Satan (but then, they also think that the New Jersey Devils are just a hockey team).  You insist that if they just spent one night in South Jersey they would understand, just one night, come on, you insist.  You insist.  But no, they don’t believe you, they’re leaving and you panic because they don’t understand.  They don’t understand you’re just trying to save them.  The Pine Barrens are the only place it cannot go.
  • It’s almost that time of year again, time for the New Jersey Balloon Festival.  You can’t wait, all of those colorful hot air balloons, and the family-friendly activities, and the carnival food.  You have so much fun every year.  You can’t ever remember having actually gone, but.  It was fun.  Right?
  • New Jersey used to be one of the most popular vacation spots in the country.  But not anymore.  No one visits New Jersey anymore, they just drive through going somewhere else.  Sometimes they get off the Turnpike, though, by accident, end up on a highway they’ve never heard of, going south when the signs tell them they’re going north.  But no one ever visits New Jersey.
Cabin//pt.2

(gif not mine, credit to the owner. Btw this is a good ass gif I applaud you)

genre: smut (not in this part, in later parts), fluff, friend!au, skinny dipping

warning: skinny dipping, graphic smut (again in later parts. in the next part you ask? idk, guess you’ll have to find out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), Baekhyun is a fuckin tease just like how he is in real life.

length: idk man pretty long

Authors note: I want to thank you all for all the positive responses I’ve received for cabin, it really means a lot because I literally wrote it just to write it and now you guys are messaging me the nicest stuff so thank you. Btw I kind of changed up my writing style in this one, so instead of the huge block paragraphs everything is spaced out a little better. Anyway, here’s cabin pt. 2, enjoy.

(I didn’t really know what to do with pt.2 so I don’t know if I’m entirely happy with it so if you guys wanna leave requests or ideas for later parts in my ask box it would be awesome because I want to see where you guys want me to take this.)

pt: 2
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“So I guess it’s just you and me till Friday.”

It was like every cell in your body started to reek havoc. Friday? That’s another 5 days alone with Baekhyun, not to mention that you had literally just watched him touch himself to the thought of you no longer than 5 minutes ago; and now you would have to spend 5 days trying not to attack him.

“That’s 5 days. What are we going to do for food?”

Baekhyun put his phone down onto the island that stood in the middle of the kitchen, “I guess my mom left us $200 in emergency money, so that should be good enough, right?” The last word left his lips a little shaky.

“Yeah that should be fine.” You started to walk towards the window, trying to hide the fact that your face had turned a bright shade of pink.

You heard Baekhyun take a deep inhale in, and then his footsteps heading in your direction until he was standing right beside you, looking out towards the lake and many trees.

“Is… Is that okay?” Baekhyun questions, “Because if it isn’t then I understand, I can call my mom and tell them to come home immed…”

He was cut off by your words “Baekhyun it’s okay, I promise. I could really use 5 days to get away from my mom’s constant dancing and blabbling and my Dad talking about golf literally 24/7” you giggled turning to see that Baekhyun was laughing along too.

“Yeah and my Mom’s terrible songs she makes up when she’s doing random tasks,” he starts to tap the glass of the window “or how my Dad literally falls asleep everywhere that he sits for more than 10 minutes.” the way he laughs is only making you laugh harder, “and don’t even get me started on my brother’s constant ‘I’m an athlete mom, not a housemaid’.” he says in the deepest voice he can possibly manage. He sighs “Let’s just make these next five days fun.“ he says turning to meet your eyes, and once again you find yourself melting by the sight of his smile, it really is your favorite thing about him.

You turn back to the window, “Agreed.”

Baekhyun stops tapping on the window and puts his hand down, accidentally brushing yours. You fight the chill coursing through your body.

You turn on your heel to head to the various cupboards displayed across the kitchen, “well first we have to figure out what were gonna eat for lunch.” You shuffle through the various canned items.

During your search for at least something that could possibly work to eat, you felt Baekhyun’s hands on your hips behind you, you freeze. He looks over your shoulder as if this was an innocent act.

“Why don’t we have some ravioli?” His grip on your hips loosened till they were no more.

“Yeah…” with shaky hands you grab the two cans “…sure.”

Baekhyun takes a seat at the island, “Is everything okay?” He asks with fake confusion in his face, he knew what he was doing.

“Yeah I’m fine. Uh… do you want orange juice or canada dry?”

“Canada dry is good.” He sits up straight. “So about the room situation…”

You turn to face him.

“I think it’s too cold at night for us to… sleep apart.” You flush at his words.

You turn back around so you could finish making the food, “Yeah, it really was freezing last night.”

“I felt like I was gonna get frostbite.”

“Yeah I could tell, you were strangling me.” you laugh.

“YAH at least you were warm!” he smirks, “You were enjoying the sight too.”

You flush. “Shut up!” You throw an ice cube at him from the freezer.

He throws his arms up in defeat, “Okay okay, you were just strangled… totally not staring at me while I slept.”

You had no words. Glaring, you threw another ice cube at him.

“Hey! Stop that!” He laughs covering his body to block further cubes.

You place the Ravioli in front of him, “Your majesty.” You say with a bow.

“Thank you my humble servant.” Baekhyun says returning your bow.

You two sit at the island. “Weren’t we supposed to have PB&J’s?” Baekhyun asks turning to you.

You laugh “I totally forgot.”
___

You find yourself laying on the couch, reading Fahrenheit 451. A pouty Baekhyun enters the room, “y/n I’m bored.” He lifts your legs from the couch and sits, placing them in his lap.

‘This little shit’ was all you could really think.

You sat up, legs still in his lap. “Well what would you like to do?”

He pauses, thinking for a second “Hold on.” Baekhyun takes your legs off his lap and stands, placing them back down on the couch, and heads into your shared room. He returns with his portable speaker and stands with his phone in hand, trying to connect it. Out from the speaker blasts Strawberry Afternoons by Lonely Benson.

He holds out his hand, “Dance with me?” he asks with puppy dog eyes.
You sigh, placing your bookmark back in your book and putting it on the table to stand. You take his hand and he starts swinging you, twirling you, and moving all over the cabin with you. You both are laughing as you dance together. Just as Baekhyun goes to twirl you, within an instant both of his feet fly up from beneath him as he lands on his back. You couldn’t contain your laughter and had to get on the floor as you held your stomach, tears streaming from your eyes trying to ask if he was okay through your cackling. Baekhyun groaned but as soon as he saw you he started laughing too. Soon you both were rolling around on the floor laughing so hard it had almost become painful.

“That was” you heave “the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time.” still on the floor. Your abs and face hurt.

“Shut up.” He smiles, pushing your shoulder.

Brushing some loose strands of hair out of your face You sit up, “What time is it?”

Baekhyun sits up for a brief second to look at the clock on the stove, “2:07am″ he lays back on the floor, massaging his cheeks from the laughter.

You stand, “come on, I wanna show you something.” You put out your hand. Hesitating for only a second, he takes it, allowing you to lead him.

You climb the wooden ladder that leads into the loft, with Baekhyun right behind you “your brother showed this to my sister and I a couple years ago and made us promise not to tell you about it.”

He pouts, “What, why?”

“You were being a quote ‘little asshole’ that day I guess.” You giggle, finally reaching the loft. You head towards the little walk in closet just to the right of the room. Walking inside you look up, a small trap door placed in the middle. You turn to Baekhyun, “give me boost will ya?” Giving him your leg, he cupped his hands and hoisted you up. You grabbed the little latch on the trap door and pulled it down, a wooden staircase falling down with it.

“What the hell” Baekhyun whispered.

You started to go up the stairs, until you climbed into an attic. It was small and smelled of dust and who knows what from over the years. The room was shaped like a triangle with a window to the left and various boxes that covered the floor.

You turned around to see Baekhyun studying the room, “why did you bring me up here?”

As your answer, you opened the window. “You trust me?” he nods, “then come on.”

You climb out of the window. The view is absolutely stunning; the moon shines on the still lake perfectly, and you could see all the lights going down the mountain, lighting up the forest just a bit.

“This is the roof.” Baekhyun states after climbing out the window too.

You nod, “Your brother used to take my sister up here when he had a crush on her Junior year.” You laugh a little, still staring at the scenery around you.

He turns to face you. “What now?”

You sit, and look out, your hands finding the wood beneath you to fiddle with the broken off pieces and Baekhyun takes a seat right next to you, “So tell me about life…” you blink up at him. “You know your favorite things, how life’s going, where you want to travel. You know things like that.” He adds, waiting for some sort of answer.

“Well, life’s pretty good. I’m top 2% at our school and I just got offered a scholarship for Golf from NYC and an Art scholarship from UCLA.”

“Besides focusing on school every second of your life, what do you like to do?” Baekhyun presses. When you look at him, his attention is fully on you, he actually wants to hear about it.

“I don’t know, I uh… I like to draw and paint, and music is sometimes my everything. I really like plants so I care for my garden. And writing, Oh I could write or read, or maybe even both for hours,” you babble “and I really really like to watch movies.”

Baekhyun smiled, “Which movies?”

“I don’t know there’s so many,” You look up at the sky, thinking. “I fall in love with practically every movie I watch. I guess mostly 80′s movies.”

Baekhyun lights up, “Really? Me too!”

You smile at his enthusiasm. “My Dad and I always watch 80′s movies, like hmm… The Karate Kid, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Breakfast Club, Rocky 1-a friken million, Full Metal Jacket, Pretty Woman. All those movies.”

“Or The Outsiders, Back to the Future, Pretty in Pink, Ghost Busters, A Christmas Story, The Goonies…” he continues with his eyes closed trying to think. “Oh! or the Princess Bride, Stand By Me.”

“Yes! All those!” You squeal.

Baekhyun smiles and you shiver, half from it being like 15 degrees outside, and from his goddamn smile.

“It’s cold.” You murmur, hugging yourself.

Baekhyun stands, “Hold on, I’ll be right back.” Disappearing into the attic. He reappeared about a minute and a half later with a thick flannel blanket. “It’s the thickest one I could find.” He sits as close to you as he can and wraps the blanket around both of you. You melt into his warmth as you both sit in comfortable silence, looking out at the lake.

“Hey,” Baekhyun breaks the silence. “I just.. Look. I’m sorry for being so mean to you all these years. I know that I was cruel and you don’t have to forgive me, just know that I’m sorry.” He’s looking up at the stars, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Baekhyun,” He looks down at you. “I forgive you. I knew it wasn’t the real you.” You smile sweetly at him, giving him reassuring eyes.

“Thank you.” He says before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. “So what kind of music do you like?”
___

You can see the sky turning different shades of pink and blue, the signs that the sun is about to rise.

“What time is it?” Baekhyun asks, he had his head on your shoulder playing with the fringe at the end of the flannel.

“Erm…” You take your phone out of your pocket. “Approximately 5:43am.” You state, tucking your phone back into it’s previous place.

Baekhyun shifts so he can look at you. “Are you tired?”

“Not really.”

You and Baekhyun had spent hours just talking about life in general, about people, about the world, everything. It was nice to finally see him for him.

“Do you wanna go swimming?”

You look down at him, his head still on your shoulder. “Right now?” he looks at you and nods. “But isn’t the water freezing?”

Baekhyun sits up, “So, it’s freezing all day, what’s the difference? Please please please.” He implored, giving you those puppy eyes again.

You give a long dramatic sigh, “Fine, I guess the sunrise will be beautiful from the water.”

Baekhyun shoots you a toothy grin before grabbing both the blanket and your wrist to drag you downstairs.

As he starts to walk towards the door you stop in confusion, “Wait. Are you not gonna get your trunks?”

Baekhyun turns around, “No” a smirk is played across his face.

Dear god.

You walk out the door and follow Baekhyun as you reach the lake. There’s a small wooden pier that Baekhyun takes you to the end of.

“Do you want to go first?” He asks as you look down at the water.

“Were going in fully clothed?” You ask confused.

Baekhyun looks at you, you watch as his fingers hook underneath the hem of his shirt before he pulls it off. “No, were not going in fully clothed.” And there it is again, that damn smirk that you can’t seem to get away from. Baekhyun continues with his shorts as you watch, frozen. It wasn’t until he was about to pull off his boxers you turn the opposite direction, until you hear a splash. You turn around to see a happy Baekhyun swimming in the light blue water. “Come on y/n, it’s almost sunrise.”

Shit. You start with your shirt, crossing your arms to pull it over your head. You close your eyes praising yourself for deciding to wear a cute bra today. Next you unbuttoned your shorts, pushing them down your legs, kicking them off when they reached your ankles. You turned away from Baekhyun to unhook your bra, letting the straps fall down your arms and then throwing it aside, covering yourself with your right arm. You look behind you to see Baekhyun’s eyes trailing up and down your backside.

“Hey turn around!” You scold, blushing at his intrusion.
When he turns around you pull down your panties and try to slowly ease your way into the ice cold water. It was just shallow enough so you could stand, but also deep enough to cover your chest. As you refocus your gaze, you see Baekhyun turned away from you, looking at the pink sun just now peeking out from behind the trees. The sky was a beautiful mixture of pink, purple, and light oranges. You hike up the courage and swim till you’re standing right beside him.
Suddenly Baekhyun puts an arm around your bare waist, constricting so that you’re close to him, your entire body heating up with something close to embarrassment. His hand travels up and down your side, feeling your skin beneath his touch. You’ve never experienced anything like this before, his touch, the feeling of his flesh pressed against yours is driving you over the edge. As you look down you can see his cock below the water, inviting you to touch, to taste. Your mouth starts to salivate knowing that he can probably see you just as well as you can see him, making you press your legs together as you remember the way his cock looked in his hands yesterday. You blush at the dirty thoughts that flood your mind, at how hard you’re pressing your thigh together. Just as you thought he was going to make a move, he swims in the opposite direction.

Goddamnit he’s such a tease.

“Ah I’ve never felt so free.” Baekhyun dips his head below the water, wetting his hair. “Y/n, this is the best idea I’ve had in ages.”

You start to swim around too, splashing Baekhyun occasionally when he decides to be an ass.
___

You rush inside going straight to the bathroom so you could peel off your cold wet clothes. You start to panic when you realize you don’t have any extra clothes with you and both towels are currently in the wash.

“Baekhyun.” You peek your head out from behind the door.

He comes out of the room and stands in the hallway, laughing lightly at your appearance.

“Can you bring me some clothes?” You ask trying as hard as you possibly could to not let him catch a glimpse of your body behind the door.

Baekhyun smiles a mischievous smile. “Sure.” He heads into the room and you could feel his smile radiating through you as he entered the hallway and gave you the small wad of clothes in his hand.

“Thanks.” You say high pitched and fast as you close the door almost too fast.
When you unravel the wad of clothes you see that it’s just a large white plain t-shirt and a pair of pink panties. “Are you fucking kidding me.” you whisper to yourself. But its all you’ve got, so you put them on, tugging down the hem of the shirt as you walk out of the bathroom.

When you walk into the room Baekhyun is laying down on the bed, scrolling through something on his phone. When he looks up at you he smiles and opens his arms for you to come and lay down next to him, “C’mon, let’s at least get a couple hours of sleep.” You smile, crossing the room to crawl into bed with him, forgetting entirely about your lack of clothing. Baekhyun wraps his arms and legs around you just as he did the previous night, and you found yourself falling asleep faster than you had anticipated.
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You wake up to an empty bed. Grabbing your phone from your nightstand you read 12:57pm. You stretch your limbs and think about the events that took place yesterday and this morning. It’s so crazy how literally a couple days ago Baekhyun was just the guy that hated you, that always made it certain that he didn’t care for you, the guy that you avoided to spare your own feelings.

You’re knocked out of your thoughts by a couple noises coming from the kitchen. You unwrap yourself from all the blankets and go to your suitcase to look for some shorts and a clean bra to put on. When you’re finished dressing you head out to the kitchen where you see Baekhyun sitting peacefully playing on his laptop at the dining room table.

He looks up to see you standing there “hey.” he says, standing to walk towards you. As he reaches you he places both hands on your waist and looks down at you, your face beet red as you stare up at him. Jesus Christ, what’s with him always grabbing your waist if he’s not gonna do anything further.

He smirks and lets go of you, walking into the kitchen to open up the fridge. He pulls out a Canada Dry and a string cheese. Still smirking he turns to face you.
“You know you sleep talk.”
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Authors note: Thanks for reading! Please please please, if you have any requests or suggestions for what you want to see in Part 3 please don’t be afraid to leave them in my ask box also with other request for senerios, smuts, drabbles, reactions, etc.

MUFON Report: 81684

2017-01-22, Goodyear, AZ, US

My daughter and I were driving at night in the dark when we noticed 4 lights that looked very bright above the distant mountains. Four of them lined up next to one another from right to left. They stayed stationary for a few moments and then 1 would fly swiftly away from the others leaving 3 in a linear horizontal line before it disappeared. It would spontaneously reappear and then fly above the other 3, move left again and then realign with the other 4 leaving 4 brightly shining in the sky. We also saw a distant airplane but it appeared farther away, higher and with blinking lights. The UFOS we saw were solid bright white/yellow and were brilliant against the night sky. They flew fluidly, and would move great lengths across the sky in an instant, disappearing and reappearing. They were much larger than stars in the sky and brighter than the brightest star. We felt excited and in awe, and happy they would reappear so we could get good pictures and videos. Our neighbors also saw them while out driving. We finally left to go home. We have seen them before in a dark night sky over the Estrella mountains to the East. They are common in this part of Goodyear. We see them several times a year. 

king without a crown

I am the no one
to anyone who has
nothing
&
everyone who’s
lost everything

I scar fresh wounds
I sharpie smiley faces
around your saddest stories
&
I read you a few pages of mine
as I tuck you in nightly

I am a second chance
after the final attempt
I’ll watch you struggle
for eight counts
pick you up and wipe
your face on the ninth
I’ll never let you hear
the number ten again

I am the shake in
your itchy trigger
I am the thought
before the dropped blade
I am the blink before
a mountain of pills
slides onto the floor

I am the first bite you
don’t want to take
but you need

the smile in the mirror
that never comes
but never left

the love in a golden heart
pieced together by bronze
thread and empty like
words with no letters

the darkest light
on your brightest day
with the clouded mind
the spring tongue with
a felled lonely lisp

It’s not bad to be good enough
but
It’s bad enough when you’re as
good as you can be

I’m both at the same time
for the one-or-the-others

I have moontime secrets I paint
in the shade of sunlight with all
the words I can’t say
&
if you give me your ugly
tell me your favorite color
your favorite flower
I’ll plant them in the fields
surrounding my tree
just so we don’t have to be
ugly alone

I buy watches to break
on sidewalks but time
still walks beside us all
yesterday is gone
today is half through
tomorrow starts the same
as any other day with the
promise of the same kind
of new

I tripped my running tongue
it keeps running with
skinned knees
bloody socks
&
an unbroken smile

I am just nobody
with nothing
I want to say
&
sometimes I say

everything
you need

Feigning The Connection

“Prompt: You seem so invincible. But just touch you and you’ll wince. You have secrets and trust no one. You’re the perfect example of betrayal. Because anyone you’ve ever trusted broke you. Thrust into a new world, will you be able to stay alone, or will Bellamy work his way in

SEASON ONE

SEASON TWO: PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE - PART FOUR - PART FIVE - PART SIX

A/N: Thank you to all those that have patiently waited for me to get this up. These past couple of days have been absolutely crazy, starting from my parents to just being generally busy, to literally having no idea how to write this chapter. I really wanted to make this chapter great and I still don’t feel justified with the final product but have no idea what to add. Only I’ll get over this specific writing block but i just need to keep writing, there’s nothing else to do. Anyways, again thank you, and hope that this chapter was still good!

I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

AGAIN, remember if you’d like me to continue this series, just leave a little comment or an ask letting me know. I will NOT continue the series if no one wants me to.

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Based off of: The 100 02x15 and 02x16

Warnings: mass murder 


Originally posted by dailybellamyblake

Something you hadn’t felt in forever, was comfort. You were comfortable. There was something cushioned underneath you, and you felt safe though you weren’t sure why. Opening your eyes slowly, you blinked from the bright light above your head. Though the bright light immediately reminded you of where you were, the last time you’d seen that bright light was when the Mountain men had been taking your bone marrow. When you’d been strapped down to a metal table and a hole drilled into your leg.

Your heart immediately sped up, panic setting within you as you sat up, panting as you tried to get away. But there was one difference, no one was holding you down. Nothing was holding you down. Though in your state of terror, you did not realize the free mobility you had and shifted in your seat. You instantly regretted the fast movement, your hand falling to your side as pain shot through your body.

You sighed heavily, looking around you for the first time to notice you weren’t in the same white lab as before. You were in a completely different room, nicer looking room with decorated walls and furnisher littered the room. You continued to watch warily, despite the vacancy, it didn’t rightly settle within you that you had no idea where you were. You tried to remember how you could’ve gotten here, if Cage or one of the doctors had taken you here before it suddenly clicked. Bellamy. 

I got you.

That’s right, Bellamy… Bellamy found you. He had saved you. Which meant you needed to find him. Needed to discuss with him what was happening as he was the only one who knew. Had he managed to save your friends yet? Were they alive or dead? And why had he been in a guard uniform? Pushing forward on the couch you’d been placed on, you noticed the change of clothes. No longer were you dressed with nothing but a medical gown and rather had actual clothing on. Real, clean clothing.

Jeans that felt soft on the skin, black and easily movable within. A blue shirt that was scarce of any markings or rips. You looked down at the clean clothes in fascination. You haven’t had a clean pair of clothes since on the Ark, and though you had no idea where you’d gotten them from, you were relieved. You felt safer knowing you held actual clothing on your body and less exposed.

Hesitantly, you pushed your feet onto the ground, standing up from the bed. You wobbled on your feet, and you made the note that you hadn’t been able to walk on your own feet in days, you’ve been knocked out and then carried everywhere. Though, as you walked you felt pain shoot through you from everything you’ve suffered. You pushed yourself, forcing yourself to continue walking despite the pain. You needed to find Bellamy, you needed to.

As you walked, you allowed your gaze to fall around you and soon enough you found a mirror. Distracted, you walked towards the mirror, you hadn’t seen your own reflection since you’d been on the Ark. It had been something you’d taken for granted back then, being able to just know what you looked like on a daily occurrence. As you reached the full length mirror, you paused, your hands falling onto your shirt and fingering the material. Your hair, though rather calm, was matted and looked like it needed a good wash.

Your eyes were bloodshot, and your skin looked heavily pale. You twisted your lips in disgust, you looked frankly just unwell. Though it made sense with everything you’d been through, it didn’t help with the fact that you have never seen yourself so unhealthy looking.

Suddenly you heard some voices, and turning your head you found a door. You looked one last time at yourself before stepping away from the mirror and made your way to the door. Your hand fell onto your hip, holding it hope that it might help lessen the pain and reached your hand out, placing it on the door nob. Hesitantly, you opened the door finding a room full of people. Blinking in confusion your eyes fell on a few familiar faces. There was Fox… and Harper and Miller. These were your friends. Your friends were directly in front of you and all you could feel was absolute confusion. Seeing your friends here was the last thing you’d expected walking through that door.

“I need to go back out the-” Turning your head towards the direction of the voice, your eyes widened when you saw the familiar face of Bellamy. His gaze was turned towards you with a small, relieved smile on his face. In fact, everyones gaze was on you and your hand fell to your chest in self-comfort. Your gaze fell around you, relieved but shocked to see your friends alive and well. You’d been so worried about them, you thought you’d never see them again but here they were.

“Bellamy?” Your voice was quiet, quieter than you’d wanted it to be. Bellamy, upon your call, stood up and began making his way over to you. “You’re still too weak, Y/N. You shouldn’t be up yet.” His hands fell on your arms, helping you stand steady.

You ignored his comment, looking around you. “Where am I? What’s happening?”

“You’re safe. I have you hidden.” Bellamy explained, reassuring you with a nod. “He’s not gonna find you in here.” You paused, unsure what to say besides nodding in thanks. You smiled up at him, happy to see that Bellamy was okay and relatively not injured. Happy that your friends were here and safe. But you couldn’t hide the hesitant nature of your smile, half expecting Cage to bolt through the door and hurt you and your friends all over again. “Listen, Y/N, I need to go back out. I’ve been running undercover,” he gestured to his outfit, “and there’s still more I need to do.”

That’s why he was wearing the guard uniform. You wasted no time hesitating as you nodded; “i’ll come with you.”

Bellamy chuckled at your need to always give yourself up to help, shaking his head. “You need rest. Besides if they catch sight of you out there, they’ll know exactly who you are.” You opened your mouth to refuse, wanting to go out there. That had been the original plan, this had been why you’d run in here with him. But Bellamy stopped you, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You paused, unsure of how to react to such an intimate action. Especially with everyone watching, though before you could say anything he pulled away, smirking at your flushed face. 

You watched his back, his steps heavy and quick. “You better come back safe!” You called after him as he left the room. Falling silent, you turned to the crowd in front of you walking forward and greeting everyone. You smiled at everyone brightly, happy to see them alive and well before a voice caught your attention. “Is that Y/N?” You heard and turning around you found Monty. Your eyes widened with excitement and you ran forward, jumping into his arms, engulfing him in a hug.

“Monty!” You exclaimed in excitement. Monty laughed at your excitement and you responded by hugging him tighter in relief. You were so glad he was okay. He’d been one of the first people you’d really gotten to know and you hadn’t stopped worrying for him or Jasper since they’d disappeared. “Are you okay? Where’s Jasper?”

Monty’s hands fell onto your arms, steading you and you suddenly remembered your injuries. Though you ignored the pain, too eager to find out the answers to your questions. “I’m fine, but you need to keep still. You’re still too weak… And-”

“Jasper’s here.” A different voice answered and your gaze fell past Monty on Jasper. A heavy breath left you, and you laughed stepping forward over to Jasper. You embraced him tightly as well, happy to seem him well as well. Though as you pulled away, your gaze fell on to unfamiliar faces. Your heart sped up, thinking they were the Mountain men and you stepped back in fear. Jasper and Monty immediately noticed your panic and the latter grabbed onto you when you stumbled back.

“Y/N?”

“Mountain… who are they?” You asked, eyes crinkled in fear towards the two unfamiliar faces. Jasper was immediate to step in front of them, holding his hand out to you. “It’s okay!” He reassured, “they’re on our side. This is Maya and her father. They helped us, they’re the reason we’re able to hide here.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, stepping shakily over towards them. Maya smiled kindly at you, nodding as her father smiled brightly at you. “It’s nice to meet you.” Maya greeted and then her eyes fell on the rest of your body. “I’m sorry…” You immediately knew of what she was referring to and your mouth fell open in realization.

“These are your clothes.” You stated as she nodded nervously. Stepping forward, you smiled down at her, hesitantly, and nodded.


You looked up at the ceiling when a beep echoed from above you. All quiet chatter in the room went silent as you looked beside you at Jasper. “My fellow citizens.” You immediately recognized the voice from above as Cage. His voice was hard to forget, his haunting voice. “This is your president speaking. I have news to share with you, that will change our lives forever. For ninety-seven years, Mount Weather has been our home. It has kept us alive, but it has also held us captive. Most of us have made peace with what we’ve had to do to survive. We’ve done things for one reason so that our people can someday return back to the ground. That day is today.”

Your heart drop at his words, already understanding what he meant. You looked over at Jasper and Monty, shaking your head as Maya stared panicked at you all. Folding your hands on your lap, you clenched them so tightly that they began to hurt but you continued to do so.

“He’s going public.” You announced. “Trying to get everyone against us.” 

“Before my friend Lorelai Tsing was murdered-”

“The doctor…” You whispered to yourself in shock. No wonder you hadn’t seen her in a while at that point, she’d been murdered. Though, strangely, you felt no remorse within you. Before the mention of someone dying would’ve upset you terribly, and you sure it still did, just not for her. 

“What are we going to do?” Jasper asked to us all.

“By the outsiders still at large in this mountain, she found a cure. It was in their bone marrow.” Unconsciously, your fingers found their way to your hip, holding it in memory of everything she’d done to you and your friends. “This has been the dream of our people since the bombs, but to reach it now, I need your help. The forty-five.. no, fort-six, we found another survivor, trouble-maker she is. The forty-six criminals that irradiated level five, killing fifteen of our people, are now keeping us from our dream. Although we’ve repaired our home, we can never replace the lives that were taken from us. And as hard as it is to believe, there are those among us who would help the people that did this, and I am speaking to you now-”

Your gaze fell on Maya and her parents, unsure of how they were reacting. You knew Jasper and the rest trusted them, but you’d only just met them. You wanted to believe they’d stay on your side, but with a public announcement like this you never knew. 

“If you truly want to end the blood treatments once and for all, then the forty-six murderers your now hiding are the key to doing that.” You took a deep breath, shaking your head. This was bad.

“You have one hour to turn them in without punishment. After that, we’ll be forced to consider you enemies of the state. I’m asking you, please do what’s right for your people, our people, so we can all take our rightful place on the ground. We’re almost home.”

Turning to look over at the newcomers, you twisted your head in question. “So what’s it gonna be?”

“Y/N!” Jasper exclaimed in indignation. You turned to him, your eyes cold. “I don’t know them like you do, yes, but I will tell you one thing I am not going back in that lab. I will die before that happens.” You declared, standing up straight. With everything you’d been through, you didn’t trust anyone except for your own people.

“It won’t come to that.” Monty reassured.

“You don’t know that. People can change their mind quick enough when tempted.” You reminded, holding your hand out before you in defence. Maya stood up herself, stepping towards you and you took a step back in fear. Sensing your discomfort, she stepped back herself, holding out her hands. “Y/N, I promise you, that I will not give you in. That will not happen.”

“We’ll see.”


“One! Two!”

You looked at Jasper, nodding at him and without hesitated you pushed the picture frame away, stepping out with Jasper and Maya. You had been wrong about them, not trusting them. You hadn’t known Maya had to hide along with you, you didn’t know she’d already been considered a criminal. And you definitely didn’t expect the people keeping you hidden were willing to be shot in order not to give you all up, that was why you’d stepped out to give yourself up. You weren’t going to let another innocent die.

“Wait!” You yelled, holding up your hands. “Don’t shoot!”

“Please,” Jasper pleaded beside you, “don’t. We’re here, okay? Don’t shoot them.” Jasper compromised, your gaze fell on the couple as they seemed near tears. “I’m so sorry.” The man who’d helped keep you hidden apologized, shaking his head.

“This is Tilling, found three more.” The guard reported into his walkie-talkie. You shook your head, tears brimming in your eyes. You hated your knack for wanting to save everyone, but when your gaze fell on the couple you knew why. They were in the same predicament as you, just in different circumstances. “We’re bringing them in now.” A guard walked up to you, grabbing your wrists forcefully and placing handcuffs on them. You fought him, trying to get away but he only smirked at your feeble attempts.

A sudden gunshot echoed and you jumped in shock, your gaze falling on the woman with a gapping whole in her forehead. You gasped, trying to find something to say but couldn’t. Tears welled up in your eyes, as the guard moved his gun over to the man and shot him as well. You gasped loudly, shaking in your restraints.

“Keep struggling, sweetheart, and the same will happen to you.”


“Maya?” You called, walking up behind her and her father. She turned upon hearing your voice and when she looked at you, your gaze fell to the ground in shame. Though you all needed to move quickly, you needed to say this just incase. “Yes?” She answered.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you looked up into her eyes. “I’m sorry about earlier. I misjudged you.” Surprisingly, her face lit up in a smile, albeit a bit shaken, she nodded encouragingly at you. “It’s fine. I completely understand.” You nodded at her, relieved that she accepted your apology. She turned back to her father, as you all began making your way down the hall.

You paused for a moment hesitating before a hand fell on your shoulder. Turning, you found Bellamy. “You okay?” He asked, panting slightly as he stared around him cautiously. Nodding your head, you smiled up at him; “okay as i’ll ever be.”

He nodded, content with your answer as he turned back to make sure Jasper and the rest were following. “Okay, we need to get to the harvest chamber. You’ll be safer there.” You frowned in confusion, as right then that seemed almost the worst possible place you all could go when trying to get away with the Mountain Men. 

“Safe in the harvest chamber?” Jasper seemed to be thinking the same as you, as he asked just what you would’ve.

“Just trust me.” 

“Are the others there?” You asked, looking up at Bellamy and then Maya’s father. “Not yet.” Bellamy replied, shuffling with something in his jacket. 

“Monty?” Jasper asked.

“Monty’s with the other group on level three. Don’t worry, we moved him after the last sweep.” You nodded in response, glad they’d been able to get Monty out. Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself to keep moving on. “You should go there next.” Maya’s father suggested to Bellamy, who immediately nodded.

“All right, go on. Vincent will take you.” Bellamy replied. “I won’t be long.”

“Hey!” Jasper yelled before Bellamy could stop, “i’m coming with you.” He said grabbing a gun from off the ground. Nodding to yourself, you moved around, looking for a weapon and found a gun for yourself on the ground. “Jasper.” Bellamy interrupted, shaking his head in disagreement. 

“I promised i’d protect them. That’s exactly what i’m gonna do.”

“And I promised i’d protect you.” You cut in, checking to make sure your gun had a significant amount of bullets in it. Smiling when you found a good amount, you looked up at Bellamy, smiling despite knowing this would only make him worry. “So, i’m coming with.”

You ran off with Bellamy when he reluctantly nodded, looking back at one last glance to see Maya coming. You smiled, nodding to yourself and continued running.


“We don’t have much time.” Bellamy grunted, opening up the air vent. You came out behind Jasper and Maya, listening closely to Bellamy’s words as you looked around a hallway you’ve never seen before. This place was bigger than you imagined, and considering you’ve been locked in one section of the place didn’t help. “The last twelve are on this level.”

“Including Monty.” Jasper panted, you nodded in his direction turning to Maya. “Which way?” You asked, watching as she raised her hand pointing down the hall in front of you. “This way.” A loud beep echoed in front of you but you barely paid attention, raising your gun in self-defence and walking forward with Bellamy. It wasn’t until Jasper left your side did you find yourself distracted, turning to find Maya still by the vent.

“Listen to me,” you heard Jasper whisper to Maya, holding out his hand in reassurance. “It’s gonna be okay. All right? You’re gonna be okay.” Your eyes softened upon his words, realization flooding within you. That’s why Jasper trusted her so much, you don’t know why you hadn’t seen it before. Smiling with a little bit of envy, you were glad Jasper had managed to find someone, and someone who was willing to go against her own people to do the right thing. “We’re not gonna let anything happen to you, are we?” Jasper asked, turning back to you and Bellamy.

You smiled nodding in confirmation as Bellamy nodded shortly, walking ahead. 

Maya’s panicked face didn’t lessen though, instead she only shook her head. “Jasper, in thirty minutes, all backup power gets diverted for species continuity. That means level five for life support and security. Radiation will seep in everywhere else. I can’t go to level five without being shot in the head.” You bit your lip, looking at Maya in sympathy as she looked only at Jasper. You couldn’t find anything to say that would offer any kind of support for the situation she was in, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel bad for her.

“Guys, we need to keep moving.” Bellamy reminded, and you nodded walking over to where he stood. 

“We’ll get you your hazmat suit, extra oxygen, enough to last until your engineers get the power back on.” Jasper tried to think of a plan, tears welling in his eyes with desperation.

“And then what? You think Cage Wallace is gonna let me live here after that?” Maya reminded pitifully, the beep echoed again, the man’s voice sounding from above you all. You looked at Maya and Jasper in anticipation, watching as Jasper’s face twisted into anger. 

“Then we kill him.” You looked over at Jasper in shock, not expecting those words to come out of his mouth. The way you remembered him before all this was he was the type of person to fight for every other solution before it resolved to murder. Jasper nodded towards Bellamy and you watched as Bellamy nodded back, looking over at him as he shook his head at you.

A sudden scream came to your attention and you all turned down the hallway. “Monty.” Jasper whispered.

“Move! You heard him! Let’s go.” A males voice ordered and you raised your gun just in case. As you were running, Bellamy held out his hand in front of you, ordering you to slow. You listened to him, slowing down your steps as you turned back to the direction of the commotion. “Be ready for anything.” Bellamy reminded in a hush.

When you turned the corner there was a body laying on the ground in the distance. As you grew closer to the body you lowered your gun a hand falling to your mouth as the blood that surround the limp figure. Maya ran ahead, identifying the woman as “Ms. Ryan.” “She was hiding the last twelve.” Bellamy informed, and you took a deep breath. This wasn’t good. If she was here, dead, then where was the twelve?

“Where would they take them?” You asked Maya.

“It’s got to be level five.” She answered, you nodded, preparing yourself to move forward. Jasper moved towards the room, right where Bellamy was standing as he blocked him. You looked over at Maya in confusion, listening to Jasper breath heavily in panic. “Get out of my way.” He grounded out, staring directly in Bellamy’s eyes.

“Every person inside this mountain is on level five, every soldier.” Bellamy reminded. “Tell him.” Bellamy ordered Maya. You turned to Maya, not completely understanding what was going on. You figured it was because while all this was happening you’d been stuck inside a Cage.

“Jasper’s right.” Maya contradicted. “After the lockdown it’ll be impossible to get them out. It’s now or never.”

“All right-” Bellamy reluctantly agreed, “but how do we eve-” You crouched immediately when a thump sounded from behind you, raising your gun in self defence. Slowly Monty stepped out from behind the shadows, immediately falling to the ground near Ms. Ryan.

“Monty!”

“What’s wrong?” You asked, watching as his face fell in pity and despair.

“They know about the grounders.” Monty mumbled, “that’s why I hid. I-I didn’t do anything to save the others. I let them kill Ms. Ryan.”

“What do you mean they know about the grounders?”

“It was on a soldiers walkie. They’re going for the harvest chamber.” You looked over at Bellamy, remembering that that was where Vincent had taken the others from before. Your hand fell to your forehead in disbelief, every time you seemed one step ahead, you never were and the Mountain men had some kind of leverage on you. 

“If they take it, we lose everyone.” Bellamy whispered, turning to you. You nodded, grabbing ahold of his arm and running ahead.


Opening the door to the harvest room, you shot in, your gun raised but found yourself slowing down when no one was there. Maya ran past you, sobbing and you turned to her in alarm but your mouth fell open when you saw her father on the ground, a hole in his forehead.

Turning to Bellamy, you saw him walk ahead and quickly followed behind him. Your gaze falling on all the empty cages around, cages that had once been full of grounders. Stopping just before the ledge, you looked at the vast amount of empty cages, gun falling to your side.

“They betrayed us.” You whispered, “they’re gone!” You shouted in despair, hands falling to your head in distress. A hand fell on your wrist, pulling your hand down so Bellamy could look in you in the eye. He nodded at you, reminding you to stay calm and you nodded your head, taking a deep breath. Suddenly, you remembered when you’d been locked in one of these cages; and though it seemed like the wrong time, you needed to tell him. “I saw you.” 

“What?” Bellamy asked in confusion.

“That day when we came here and everything went wrong, I saw them hauling you out of the cage above me. I needed to stop them, I needed to help you so I tried to get them to grab me.” You explained, looking around you at the empty cages. You could hear Maya’s soft cries in the distance, Jasper trying to reassure him and you shook your head.

“Why would you do that?” Bellamy asked, shocking you. You turned to him, your mouth left open in bewilderment. “Why would you put yourself in danger like that?”

You smiled lightly, your hand hesitantly reaching forward to grab his hand. “Because I care for you. Though it did nothing, I couldn’t see you be treated like that.”


“Oh, Bellamy…” 

Your lips twisted into a smile, relieved to see more familiar faces. Watching with fondness, you watched how Bellamy and Octavia shared a moment, hugging each other. You walked further out, behind Monty and Jasper as Octavia greeted her friends. “I knew it,” she teased, “you two are too scrawny to drill.” Octavia joked, poking them in the stomach. Finally as they finished hugging, Octavia caught sight of you and she let out a breath.

“Y/N.” She greeted and you nodded back, smiling. You weren’t sure if you should go for the hug or not, but then suddenly Octavia beckoned you over and her arms were around you. Though you’d never been that close with her before, it felt amazing to feel the familiar warmth of a person you trusted. Pushing back from her hug, you patted her shoulder, nodding.

Maya stepped out behind you, in her hazmat suit and you immediately noticed the look of hostility on Octavia’s face. You shook her head when she looked at you, Jasper moving to defend Maya; “it’s okay, she’s with us.” 

When the excitement died down, your eyes fell on Bellamy and Clarke as they once again shared a conversation you couldn’t hear. Your eyes fell to the ground, your smile dropping slightly as you clasped your hands together in discomfort. They had every right to talk, especially in a time like this and you shouldn’t be allowing yourself to get distracted like this. But you couldn’t help but sometimes feel jealous of the bond they shared, having to co-lead together. You hadn’t really realized it until Finn’s death when Clarke became solely more focused on Bellamy.

But when you looked back up, the same look in Clarke’s eyes wasn’t there. She was distracted, upset, almost looked betrayed. And though you couldn’t blame her because if your suspicions were true, the grounder army had betrayed you all, left you in the dust. But there was more, more hurt, more feeling behind it all and it just wasn’t something you could decipher. 

Stepping behind Jasper and Monty, you allowed them to share a hug with Clarke before stepping forward yourself. She smiled upon seeing you, stepping forward and reaching out for a hug. You squeezed her tight, and even though it seemed not like the time, you whispered in her ear; “you okay?” Clarke pulled back, seemingly shocked that you would ask her that, like you’d caught her before she smiled, nodding. Her gaze fell on your bruised face and weakened body. “Are you?” 

“As good as i’ll ever be.” You responded.

A beep echoed and in alarm you turned towards Maya who was checking her suit. Jasper ran forward, “thirty minutes.” He mumbled, “that can’t be right, we just changed it.” Panicking, Jasper turned to you all, shaking his head in distress; “this is her last tank.”

“Hey, uh. We’ll find you another one.” Clarke reassured and you smiled encouragingly, your smile though faded when she shook her head. “All the supplemental oxygen supplies are on level five.”

“We’ll get you to level five then.” You declared, looking over at Jasper who nodded his head. 

“Five isn’t safe for any of us.”

“We’ll take the trash chute again.” Jasper strategized. “It’ll work.”

“To get in, maybe.” Bellamy argued, “Maya’s right. Every soldier in this mountain is on that level. We’ll never make it out.”

“We can do it.” Jasper whispered, pleadingly. “We’ll split up.” You nodded along with his plan, hoping that Bellamy would go for it so you could save Maya. You hadn’t trusted her at first, but once you realized all that she had done for your friends, she didn’t deserve to just die.

Bellamy looked at you for an answer as Octavia declared, “you guys go for Dante. We’ll help Maya.” Frowning at him, you offered an apologetic look, shaking your head and looking towards Maya. You needed to help her. You’d be much more helpful there than you’d ever be talking to Dante. Giving a reassuring smile, you nodded at his worried look. “I’ll be fine.”

“You better be.”


“C’mon.” Jasper rushed, helping Maya out. You stepped out after her, turning to help Octavia. “She’s out of air.” 

“First you need to close the vent.” Maya ordered and you were quick to turn, closing the vent. When you turned back around, Maya’s helmet was off and she was taking deep breaths, trying to regain herself. “Time to spare.” She gasped, and you let out a small chuckle, shaking your head.

“She’s safe. Can we go now?” Octavia rushed, looking around her for anybody coming. “It’ll be okay.” Maya reassured, and you shook your head along with him. “I’m not leaving you.” Jasper declared holding on to Maya.

“I’m not leaving either.” You smiled her way, “not now.”

“Y/N!” Octavia whispered in urgency.

“She’s alive.” You stated, shaking your head. “But she isn’t safe.” You looked over at Jasper who looked over at you thankful, you nodded, smiling. They needed your help and you definitely weren’t going to leave them alone up here. You just got your friend back, you weren’t going to just leave him because he wanted to save his girlfriend.

“Cage knows i helped you guys.” Maya panted. “He’s on level five.”

“So what do we do?” Octavia asked, looking around her.

“We kill Cage.” Your eyes widened, remembering that exact line from earlier. Looking over at Jasper, you swallowed a lump in your throat watching as Maya nodded in confirmation and Octavia declared she was in. They looked over at you and biting your lip in worry, you remembered all that he had done to you, all that he had done to your people, your friends. Nodding to yourself, you looked over at them, determine.

“I’m in.”


“Cage is in the dorms. They brought another group in from the Ark, more marrow. They’re not even trying to fix the dam.” Your heart dropped at the mention of another group being brought in, that could be your father. That could be Raven. Taking deep breaths to calm yourself, you tried to remain calm.

“How many soldiers were with Cage?” Jasper asked.

“Uh, six. Why?” The guard, Lee, Maya had brought in to help answered. Looking up at Jasper in question. Jasper didn’t answer, taking his gun from off his side, he looked over at Lee, “just get me close. They’ll be happy they found another eight doses. I need a-” 

Octavia stepped up, handing Jasper a knife. “Aim for the throat. Slash, don’t stab. Make it deep.” She explained, showing the movements with the knife. You bit your lip in worry, not liking the plan that would most likely get Jasper killed if he wasn’t careful. Nodding Octavia’s way, Jasper sniffled as Lee restrained his wrists with cuffs.

You sent him a smile, nodding and telling him without actually telling him he could do it. He sent you a grateful smile, turning to Maya as she made her way up to him. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but you watch with fondness and pride as they shared a moment. Who knew Jasper could be such a badass? You thought to yourself, laughing.

“I love you…” You faintly heard Jasper whisper and then he was gone, walking through the doors. You looked over at Maya, your eyes softening at her tear stricken face. Stepping forward, you placed your hand softly on her shoulder, snapping her attention over to you. You offered a small smile, hoping that would help reassure her a bit more. “He’s got this. I know Jasper, and he’s pretty tough when he puts his mind to it.”

She nodded, a silence falling over you. You figured Maya was just too nervous to respond. “Hey…” You started, “thank you for all this.” She looked over at you, finally smiling and you smiled yourself, glad that you could even break her moment of sadness for a second. Then suddenly her face fell and you turned to her concerned. 

“There was man in there.” she started. “I couldn’t stay long but I heard him screaming your name, asking where his daughter was.” Opening your mouth, you found yourself stock still. That was your father, no doubt about it and he was stuck in there in danger, asking for you. You couldn’t remember the last time your father had been so considered with your life.

You looked at the doors in hesitation.


There were hands on you, shoving you at the ground. You groaned in pain, trying to shove them off but they only continued to press the gun harder against the back of your skull. Panting, you swallowed, trying to hide your fear. You were sure you were gonna die. Any second now and they’d blow there gun, or maybe they’d torture you like they had for so long.

Then there groans of pain, screams of pain, you looked around you as best as you could in shock as every one of the mountain people fell to the ground in pain. The hands on you disappeared, and sitting up on your knees you watched the guards around you fall to the ground. Maya. Turning your head to the side, your gaze fell on Maya, her face red and blotching and her breath coming out in short gasps. 

You scrambled over to her, grabbing ahold of her and setting her on your lap as Octavia fell beside you. Tears welled in your eyes as a shadow loomed over you, looking up you found Jasper staring down at Maya in shock. You shook your head at him, letting Jasper grab her and hold her. “Jasper.” She gasped out, her voice rough.

You fell, sitting as you brought your knees up to your chest. “I’m here.” Jasper whispered, his lips curling in despair as tears fell from his eyes. “She was innocent.” Looking up at Jasper upon his words, you shook your head. 

“None of us is innocent.” She let out one final gasp of air, before her body gave up, becoming limp. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. Jasper’s cried of disbelief filling your ears. You got up slowly, tripping over yourself as Octavia ran past you. You knew where she was going, and you knew you should go but you found yourself stunned as you stared at the mass of dead bodies.

Clarke stepped past a pillar, stopping when she saw Jasper. Looking down at Maya, you shook your head. “What did you do?” Jasper sobbed, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“We had no choice.” Clarke whispered, her voice shaking.

“I was gonna kill Cage.” You looked down, watching as your hands shook before placing your head in them. You shook your head in them, images of innocent people dead around you. Maya dead. Jasper in pain. It was all too much. “If you’d just given me one more minute, it would’ve been over.”

“Jasper, they would’ve never stopped.” Bellamy suddenly spoke up. Your head snapped up upon his entrance, finding yourself shocked that he would help do this. Despite your horror you found no anger towards him, just hurt. He’d done what he had to, you knew that, and you knew you couldn’t be mad at him. But that didn’t stop you from shaking your head at him when he looked at you, tears in your eyes.

“We have to go to the dorms.” 

Bellamy stepped forward, falling still in front of you. He shook his head, opening his mouth to say something but you interrupted him; “it’s fine.” You nodded, sending a small weak smile. “It’s fine.”


“Raven!” Running forward, you shot through the crowd, narrowly missing everybody. You stopped just before Wick and Raven, looking over the unconscious figure of Raven. With wide eyes, you scanned her body for anymore major injuries other than what they had done to her. “Is she okay?” You asked Wick frantically, your hand falling on her face.

He nodded, though you didn’t see it only the hand that clasped around your wrist, snapping your attention to Wick. “She’s okay. She’ll be okay. Y/N, someone else wants to see you.” Wick nodded his head to the side and you followed his gaze, only to find your father looking over at you. You let out a small sob, unsure of what to do. Seeing him okay was the biggest relief, and despite everything that had happened between the two of you, he was your dad. You never even got the chance to tell him you’d been going with Bellamy to the mountain.

Without a second thought, you ran forward, ignoring the pain that shot through you, reaching him within seconds. It was just like that day he’d returned from being captured by the grounders, except this time when you threw your arms around him, he didn’t hesitate to return the hug. Instead he hugged you with such force, with warmth you’d never felt. Tears fell from your eyes, snuggling your head into his neck.

“I was so worried.” He whispered against your neck, and you didn’t even care that that was such an un-Kane thing to do. “You didn’t even tell me.”

“I’m sorry.” You sobbed. “i’m sorry.” It wasn’t hard to tell that this was more than just you not telling him about your plan, this was so much more. “I’m sorry that mom died because of me.” Hands gripped your face, pulling you back from the hug so all you could see was your fathers eyes on your own. He smiled lightly, shaking his head. “Your mother dying wasn’t your fault.” He reassured and your mouth fell open, “I never should of thrown you away like I did. I’m sorry.”

You found yourself unsure of how to reply, these words were words you never expected to hear come from your father’s lips. You just nodded, your nose scrunching up as more tears from your face. He held you, allowed you to cry, acted like the father you’d always cry about not having. Kane said the words you use to dream about hearing;

“I love you, Y/N.”


“Where’s she going?” You asked, walking up to Bellamy. Hearing you, his gaze fell on you, tears in his eyes. Immediately knowing that this was more than what you thought it had been, you went to walk out the gate to followed Clarke. Something was different, something was happening and you needed to stop it, but Bellamy’s arms wound around your waist. You looked over at him. “where’s she going?” You repeated, more stern.

“Clarke wants to go on her own. She needs to think things over.” He explained and you shook your head, looking over at him. Your gaze fell on the disappearing figure of Clarke, an unsettling feeling in your stomach. Stopping your struggles, you moved to stand in front of him but surprisingly he kept his hands on your waist. You ignored the intimate action, looking up at Bellamy with curiosity and a bit of fear. 

“Do you?” 

“No.” He answered almost immediately, leaving no room for questions. “I’m not leaving you. Not again.” Bellamy responded honestly, you opened your mouth to say something, your gaze falling on the arms upon your waist. He looked at you with such intensity, you were unsure of what he was going to do. Then suddenly, looking up at him you watched as his face grew closer, and then his lips were on yours. Your eyes widened, not expecting him to do such a thing, pulling back, you placed your hands against his chest, panting.

He stared at you, shocked and afraid as you practically just rejected him. “Y/N?” He mumbled, asking for an answer. With wide eyes, your gaze fell on your father, remembering how you’d just gain his trust and love. Your gaze fell on Raven, knowing that she needed you in this time. And Jasper, Bellamy was responsible for killing Jasper’s girlfriend. And you knew he didn’t mean it and you weren’t mad at him, but it wasn’t right. It didn’t feel right.

You know you’d liked him for so long now, probably even grown to love him. This was something you’d secretly wanted for so long. But it just didn’t seem like the right time. So keeping your hands against his chest, you looked up at him apologetically. “I can’t.” You shook your head, whispering so that he could almost barely hear you. “I can’t, not now. I’m sorry.”

Bellamy didn’t argue, only whispered one word; “why?”

“My dad. I just got him back. And Raven. She needs me.” 

You watched Bellamy shake his head. “I know that’s not why.” He argued, his eyes pleading for you to tell the truth. “I was so worried, when i didn’t find you in those cages I thought you were dead.” He explained, his lip curled in disappointment. Sighing, your hands fell from his chest, taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself. “You helped kill all those people, Bellamy.” Bellamy’s face fell when he heard those words, stepping back in distress. “All those innocent people and I know you had to…” Stepping back yourself, you turned towards your father, seeing him looking in your direction. “But it just isn’t the right time.” 

With that, you didn’t dare look back at Bellamy’s face. You didn’t dare look back to see the disappointment and feel your heart crush even more. Instead you walked directly forward, keeping your eyes on your father and when you reached him, you smiled lightly. “Everything okay?” He asked.

Finally, you allowed yourself to turn your head, catching sight of Bellamy looking over at you. Keeping your tears in, you nodded; “fine.”

The world is at the fingertips of Sagittarius, her dreams span through
the valleys of the milky way and galaxy
She swings into the higher mind like a dandelion in the wind
Under her feet the grass squeals in delight, she is bohemian, a wardress, a
blessed earth child
She thinks a million miles an hour, indulging in the rabbit holes her mind controls, falling into mythology, theology, philosophy, psychology
To read a book on a plane, or to take a photo on top of the world, to graduate with known prestige
to dive under a wave
The universe is really the Sagittarian lover and playmate. Like her God Zeus she can fly around for the joy of changing form in the blink of an eye,
she is adaptable, and clever, multi talented and wise.  A spinning globe is the ultimate life itinerary and Sagittarius soaks up the world in rapturous delight.
Nostalgia is experienced in reverse and she looks to the future with surges of enthusiasm, excitement and anticipation.
Heated radiance emanates from the Fire heart and she streaks through the Capricorn mountains and Cancer waves in rogue amusement. She wanders, though she is not lost
her permanent address is always the next city on the map. Deep into the light she peers, heaven’s radiance waiting in her vision, for Sagittarius, the sun rises in every direction
-Cherry


anonymous asked:

Do you may have some tips for writing about bad weather? Like storms, thunder and lightnings (at night). Btw, I really adore your blog!

//As someone who has been through quite a few of those, I’d be happy to help. Fun fact: I’ve lived on the coast, where our wind got so bad it blew the roof off a restaurant in town! It took out a lot of the town’s power.

Starting with some basics (aka things you might already know about a storm).

Wind:

I feel like people often underestimate how strong it can be when it’s storming and forget that it does more than just “howl”. It’s often knocked down trees around where I live! It picks up things like chairs or outside furniture, knocking them over, along with trash bins. It’s not uncommon to find someone elses’ things strewn across your lawn. Some people are advised to stay inside, because they can get blown over (it’s both sad and funny watching people try to navigate it, because they have to lean forward against the wind, sometimes to the extreme).

Thunder:

I think it kind of depends on where your characters live and how high up. I live in the mountains, so I’m closer, and the thunder can shake the house. It’s loud, aka why they’re called thunderclaps. Sometimes you can feel it in your chest, like a very loud stereo playing a bass heavy song.

Lightning:

Very quick flashes of light across the sky, in a way that reminds of a camera flash. The “blink and you’ll miss it” kind of fast. It branches out like roots. Never stand near a tree when there’s lightning out; do not stand near power-lines, either. It’s also advised not to stand near a window, but people tend not to really listen to that rule. I highly, one hundred percent, recommend looking up some cool videos of lightning (I’ll be linking some at the end of this post to help you out).

Rain:

It doesn’t always rain when there’s thunder. There can be light sprinkles of rain, or a downpour of it. Sometimes it stops and starts again. I know you said night, but sometimes during the day, it can “sun shower” where it looks like there’s no clouds, but it’s still sprinkling water from the sky. The humidity in the air during a storm can remind you of breathing in the warm air at the end of a hot shower. The sensation of wet clothes is annoying and it’s freezing, like ice.

Hail:

Hits your head like a) tiny pebbles being thrown at you by a rowdy child or b) hits your head like golf balls because someone decided to walk in the middle of the field. Cold (tiny balls of ice, pretty much), and actually hurt in a storm. Don’t walk outside when it’s hailing unprotected. 

Some general tips:

  • Remember to include the wind and the sound of it crashing things over, if it’s strong. It whips trees and bushes around. Wind is often not quiet in a storm (and as mentioned before, it does more than howl).

  • Watch some videos on storms; I know it’s kind of scary, worse even if you’re terrified of them, but it’s one of the best ways to get ideas.

  • Focus on the atmosphere you want to create. Spooky? Loud wailing winds, heavy thunderclaps, etc. Something more somber? Quick flashes of lightning, lighter thunderclaps, gentle tapping of rain at the window.

Now for some helpful videos:

People getting blown around by the wind.

After I went looking for it, I’ve realized that no one decided to record the differences between thunderstorms at the mountains and other places, like the sea or valley, so have some comps of thunder and rain, as well as a blizzard. I do not, in fact, expect you to listen to all of them. Enjoy that ocean one (2nd link), because as someone who has thalassophobia, when the video loaded into stormy black waters, I felt literally ill.

Have some cool lightning videos. It was actually kind of hard to find these videos where the lightning was just casual, for good reference, and not someOMG TOP TEN LIGHTNING STRIKEStype of video. Which, yes, I included.

Some hail videos, but not a whole lot. I didn’t really imagine you were talking about this or snow. Just in case.

I think that should cover it? I’m really sorry if I didn’t help!

I want to live. I don’t mean go to parties and have sex with as many boys as possible or try to beat some frat guy at beer pong. I’m not saying that isn’t fun, but I want life long fun. I want to absorb information about thousands of different cultures and countries. Let’s explore the unknown and rediscover the famous artifacts. Let’s travel with only a nickel in our name, but at least we’re living. Let’s road trip for 2 weeks straight, staying in crappy motels with neon signs and cigarette trays on the nightstand. Let’s camp on the beach, in the woods, or on top of a random buildings roof. Let’s take a midnight drive and jam to our favorite throwback songs. Let’s take trips to Waffle House at 3 am and talk about everything and nothing at all. Let’s swim in the clearest and murkiest waters. Let’s touch noses with sharks and swim along side Dolphins. Let’s discover the sea as much as we possibly can. Let’s hike up a random mountain just for the sake of what the view might look like. Let’s grab the cheapest flight out to Alaska just to possibly touch the northern lights for a blink of an eye. Let’s experience snow before our earth is too warm to withstand it. Let’s go party with Italians in Venice, getting drunk on fine wine, but knowing it’ll be okay. Let’s roam New York City when the city sleeps. Let’s climb to see the Hollywood sign up close. Let’s
go play in Universal resorts and Disney land in the same week. Let’s eat macaroons under the Eiffel Tower. Let’s stand at the top of the Empire State Building and talk about our dreams. Let’s lay in hammocks in Hawaii and learn to surf after a nap under the warm sun. Lets live.
—  Let’s Live // J. Eliasson
Unmake the World

A/N:  So, I never post fic anymore, it seems.  I don’t know where this idea came from but it forced me to write it.
That being said, I think warnings are important…but I don’t want to give anything away since it’s a short little one shot, but this is not a fluffy fic. It’s very short and it is complete. If I’ve done it right, it should be rather sad. Maybe don’t read it on a melancholy day?



Midnight seeps out of the room.  

She stirs, looks to check on him. His breathing is still even, still unchanged.

Light filters in under the door and reveals everything exactly as it was when her eyes had closed. Her forehead wrinkles, unsure of what woke her.

Light and shadow play along his features, his jaw in sharp relief, scruff a little longer than usual.

Unbidden, her brain conjures up a few flashes of the last mission…she blinks hard.  He’d fallen. It wasn’t as far as the mountain or the dam, but still. She knew he would never say how scared he must’ve been.

Carefully, she entwines her fingers with his.  Fingers that fit perfectly, like each bone, each tarsal, was carved from sediment and planned before the world began.

Straining not to drift off again, she recalls the first time he held her hand. When it was truly her hand, not the hand of his tech help. When she was his girl-girl, not his girl. Not back when it sounded different in her head, when she’d only thought he heart was full, when she’d only thought she knew love.

It had been on the way out of town, into their sunset, he’d kept grabbing her hand between shifting gears. Finally, he ended up just glomming onto her hand and not letting go, plastering it under his own over the gearshift.

“Where do you want to go?” he’d said.

“Anywhere. Everywhere.”

“I wanna see the world.” He’d looked at her a bit too long. Long enough that she knew he was considering something stupid.

“Oliver,” she’d said, narrowing her eyes as he’d raised their joined hands briefly from the shifter and kissed the back of her hand and winked. “Oliver, tell me you were not about to say something cheesy about seeing the world in my eyes.”

“No. No,” he’d answered too quickly. “Definitely not.”

They’d driven until the faded neon sign for a string of roadside motel cabins beckoned them in the wee hours. That became their home for two days. Before checkout, she’d let him sleep, truly sleep, until he’d awoken on his own. Soft and warm, he’d finally stirred. Turned on his axis. And it was then and there she was forced to admit that Oliver Queen had a point and, more to the point, she was actual queen of cheese: The earth was his body and the endless sky lived in his eyes.

He’d been the better part of her world from then on. Even when she tried desperately desperately desperately to stand on firm ground elsewhere. Now, she stretches carefully.

The sheet is scratchy and thin, catching on her clothes as she goes to splash her face with cool water.

Her muscles are sore but she knows his are so much worse. He’s worked so hard, given so much. He can’t give more. They can’t expect more from him.

Against all odds and often against all reason, the man she loves had given his everything for others. His peace, his tired body, at times she knew he’d worried he’d given his very soul just to save this godforsaken, ungrateful city.

Oliver, burning all passion and fire and progress. The city, in turn, wary and apathetic. 

If Robert Queen had any idea the cross he’d handed his then-ill-equipped, entitled son…She shakes off that thought, too. Wishes she could have a moment outside of her own mind. There’s nothing for it now. Oliver made himself while everyone sought to unmake him. He unearthed and honed and mined within, he made himself.

When he gave her himself, she knew he’d given her the world. 

Dawn slinks across pavement and wraps around the buildings, claws its way into the room.

She crawls back into the bed and curls up with him, gently slips his arm around her.  Perfect and complete. Like it was carved from sediment and planned since the world began.

She folds further into the crook of his arm. This small space, his embrace, her place in the world.

The monitor beeps on.

In the morning, they will come reclaim their tubes, their charts, their machines. 

These sheets.

Unplug these wires.

Unmake this bed.

Unmake the room.

In the morning, they will unmake the world. 

Arizona Gothic
  • When are the orange blossoms coming?
  • The road is being torn up for construction. 

  • Orange construction sign lights blink idly in the dead of night.

  • The tourists don’t go near the canals. 

  • You cannot leave your car because there is a coyote sitting in front of your apartment door. It is staring at you with four eyes like it knows.

  • When did coyotes get four eyes?

  • It’s a dry heat.

  • Everything feels quieter in the night when the orange blossoms bloom.

  • The road is being torn up for construction.

  • The mountains are so beautiful this time of year.

  • The snowbirds are coming.

  • In the dead of winter, in the early morning, the world always resonates with a low hum. It is the sound of cold, the sound of silence.

  • You cannot leave your car because there is a coyote running around the grocery store parking lot.

  • I’m going shopping, will you come to Scottsdale with me?

  • The tourists don’t go near the canals.

  • A bike is locked to a tree. The wheels and the seat are missing.

  • The road is being torn up for construction.

  • The snowbirds are leaving.

  • When you’re older, you’ll tell your children about this storm.

  • It’s gonna be a hot one this year, folks. 

  • When are the orange blossoms coming? 
Meeting Your Maker

A short time after the events of Tron: Legacy, Sam finally brings Alan in on Flynn’s big secret.  The Grid. After becoming more familiar with the new world, Alan decides to try and find his old program, Tron…

(This short story also has illustrations after the Read More cut!  Comments on here or AO3 are very much welcomed!)

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Alan had never been all that great at riding motorcycles.

Fortunately, in this world, that apparently didn’t seem to factor in as much. The high-speed whine of his light cycle cut through the silence of the Outlands as he sped on, the lights of Argon City still bright behind him. He found it a bit unnerving that despite going at such a high speed, there was no perceptible wind on his face; yet somehow the tail of his overcoat managed to flap in the non-existent breeze.

Perhaps something about me being a User and expecting my coat to react causes it to react? How much am I subconsciously affecting without realizing? The implications made him nervous, so he tried distracting his mind with other matters.

The Outlands looked as if they could continue on for miles… or the Grid’s version of miles, at least. The signal was growing stronger though, so he had to be getting close. He briskly took a turn at a large snowbank and saw a large strangely pointed mountain peak above him. Bringing the light cycle to a stop at the base of the mountain, he got off and examined the area.

There’s something about this mountain, he thought. I can’t explain it, but I know if I was going to hide somewhere… it’d be here.

He placed his outstretched palm experimentally against the rocky wall and closed his eyes. Even with them shut, he could sense the vague lines of circuitry running through the matter in front of him. One circuit in particular gave him a little tickling sensation in his head. He opened his eyes and traced a line down that circuit’s path.

A large shifting movement startled him, as he realized a large slab of the wall beside him had pushed in and away, revealing an entrance.

Okay then.

Alan uneasily entered the darkened cave. Suddenly, lights ticked on around him in a sequence that followed him as he walked, illuminating a simple elevator at the end.

That’s… certainly interesting…

The elevator brought him up smoothly into a huge open interior. The large area had what appeared to be one-sided windows along the entire stretch of walls surrounding it. A perfect 360 degree view of the outside. So this was all hidden inside the mountain , he marveled. Pretty slick, Tron.

He walked up the small staircase in the middle of the room, which lead up to a platform overlooking the section of Outlands he had come in from. As he was about to stroll up to the windows, he stopped dead in his tracks.

There was something lying near the window ahead of him.

A body.

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Rest

Request from an anonymous friend: Are you able to write me a tiny Gadreel thing where the reader got mugged and her jaw is broken? I got home from the hospital was week with a mouth full of wires and I’m not feeling too hot

I’m sorry this has taken so long to write – real life happens sometimes. And I hope you’re feeling better!

As always: let me know what you think. And if you want on or off my tag list.

Word count: 2472


It was going to be a fun night out, full of alcohol and distractions, but the way things are progressing, the evening is turning into a nightmare. The guy you thought would be a perfect way to take your mind off things, turned out to be a total ass, and now he’s convinced that you should come home with him, even though he’s given you no incentives whatsoever to even consider it.

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Horizon (DAI)

Day 2 of @cullenappreciationweek - Cullen the Commander!

Summary: After the destruction of Haven, Cullen has to take charge in leading the Inquisition’s survivors to safety. But he keeps watch on the horizon, for the return of the Herald. (Early Cullavellan, ft. Danica Ivriniel Lavellan)


No one could have escaped that avalanche without a dragon, he knew full well. Not to mention the Inquisition had far more pressing matters, finding somewhere to make camp deep in the mountains and trying to take stock of the damage the Elder One and the Venatori had wreaked on them. Retaliation was forefront in Cassandra’s mind, likely the only one.

Cullen just wished to rest his head long enough to realize what the startled emptiness in his chest was. But he couldn’t rest, not yet; not without safety for the night, an idea of what was left - of what was lost.

Cullen didn’t speak to anyone as the scouts located a suitable camp as a blizzard howled after them over a final pass away from Haven. For the most part he could only give orders, for camps to be set, fires built, patrols organized to ensure the enemy did not find them.

Only then did he turn back to the mountains they had passed through, the crucible that lay behind them.

The buried ruins of Haven. Danica.

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