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Not Your Cisco, My Cisco (Take 2)

A/N: I hope I didn’t rush this too much I just needed to write something where Cisco got the girl. It is really long doe. This is a continuation so read dis one first.

Warnings: I think none. Be proud of me for not cursing.

Tags: @thecupcakeconsumer, @courtneychicken, @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Originally posted by theflashdaily

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Talk time

AN: Octavia, after offending the reader, tries desperately to make amends.
Characters: Octavia Blake, various delinquents
Pairings: Octavia Blake x reader
Warning(s): Swearing
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt: “Just once.” And “You’re the only one I trust to do this.” And “I wish I could hate you.”

Octavia’s eyes scanned through the crowd, desperately searching for your face. She hadn’t spoken to you in a week and, like an addict, the girl was itching for her next fix.

“Hey O,” Jasper Jordan called, “what’s going on? You look like death.”

Octavia shrugged, still frowning with worry, “It’s Y/N, I haven’t seen her since before we left for Mount Weather and it’s starting to worry me.”


Octavia nodded.

“O, Y/N’s been in medical since we got back.” Jasper told the girl.

“What?” Octavia spat, “Why?”

“She got shot, twice.” Jasper explained, “Abby’s been looking after her almost non-stop ever since.”

Octavia felt her heart drop and she clutched frantically at her chest, trying to ward off the dread that had crept into her blood.

“No one told you.” Jasper said, more of a statement than a question.

Octavia shook her head, “I’m sorry, I’ve got to go to the medic tent. I’ll see you later Jasper.”

She didn’t walk, she ran. As Octavia’s mind filled with images of your body lying, lifeless on a surgical bed, and your blood slowly seeping out of bullet wounds the size of craters, she sprinted towards the hope of finding you safe and well.

“Woah, slow down there Octavia,” Abby Griffin said as Octavia approached the tent, “is everything okay?”

“Yeah everything’s-is Y/N okay? Can I see her?” Octavia panted, breathless from the running.

Abby raised her thin eyebrows but didn’t object, gesturing to the tent flap with a resigned wave.

“Thank you.” Octavia said gratefully, striding confidently into the tent.

She breathed a sigh of relief when her eyes finally landed on you, sitting up albeit painfully with only a slightly paler tint to your usually flushed skin. At the sound of movement, you looked up, expecting a visit from Bellamy or Abby, instead your eyes fell on long, dark hair and eyes that pierced into you like shards of ice.

You rolled your eyes and focused them on your unlaced boots, “What do you want Octavia?”

The girl winced at the sharp edge in your voice. Well; at least now she knew you were still mad.

“I um-I heard you were shot.” Octavia explained, “I wanted to see if you were okay.”

“Well, you’ve seen me.” You replied, “You can go now, bye.”

“Y/N, please.” Octavia practically begged, “You can’t hate me forever.”

“Can’t I?” you spat, “You told me you’d stay with me, that we were in this together, and then you left me for the first grounder who didn’t instantly treat you like shit. Tell me, was being Indra’s second worth abandoning your only friend?”

“I made a mistake Y/N, I was stupid and selfish and I can’t tell you how sorry I am. Abandoning you was the most impulsive and stupid decision I’ve ever made. Please give me the chance to make things right? I can’t die knowing that you hate me.”

You sighed, “I wish I could hate you.” You whispered, your Y/C/E flickering towards Octavia.

The girl had always made you nervous, made you feel things you’d never felt before, at least towards another girl. Even now, after everything between you, you ached for her to reach out and touch you. It was torture.

“What?” Octavia asked, scared to even hope.

“I haven’t forgiven you O, but I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.”

Octavia’s face lit up and her eyes filled with tears of relief which she quickly blinked away.

“I uh, I wanted to ask you a favour.” Octavia said tentatively, taking a few nervous steps towards you, “Could you…could you maybe undo my braids?”

You tried to mask your confusion, but you knew you’d failed miserably, “I’m sorry, what?”

Octavia touched her hair self-consciously, “My um, my grounder braids. They’re really tight, and people keep staring at me.”

“Can’t you get Bellamy or Raven to do it?” You asked.

Octavia shook her head, “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

You sighed and shifted up on your bed, sending a rush of electricity through Octavia’s body. The nervous girl sat down in the pace you’d made for her, ignoring the pounding of her heart in her throat. After spending so long apart, all the pent up emotions were making Octavia feel light headed, but then again, you did generally have that effect on the girl.

It had been so long since she’d been this close to you, so long since she’d felt the nervous excitement that accompanied your eyes brushing over her skin. Your fingers pulled gently on her hair as you slowly began to unwind Octavia’s tight braids.

“So why did you, um, why do you want to take these out again?” You asked, trying to focus on the task in front of you.

Octavia had to bite back a moan as your fingers brushed against her neck, “They give me a headache,” she started, “and everyone keeps staring at me.”

“I think they look good,” you said quietly, “they make you look…tough.”

“Thanks.” Octavia said with a light giggle.

It felt so normal, being here with you, almost as though nothing had happened and everything was alright.

“You’re welcome.” You replied and Octavia could hear the smile in your voice.

“I don’t like who I am with them in though.” She continued, “I just want things to go back to the way they were before.”

Your fingers stopped, and Octavia’s breathing stopped along with them.

“You can’t repeat the past, O.” you said quietly, “Things aren’t going back to the way they were, and they shouldn’t. Growth requires change.” You combed Octavia’s long hair with your fingers, “There, how about that?”

Octavia reached up, her fingers grazing the two tight braids that you’d left on the left hand side of her head. The dark girl gave you a confused look.

“They look good,” you reiterated, “really O, they do.”

“Thanks.” Octavia smiled, “Y/N?”


“Are we okay?” Octavia asked gently.

You sighed, biting the inside of your cheek, “We will be.”

Octavia nodded, that was good enough for her. The younger Blake gasped softly as your fingers brushed over her neck again, moving the hair off her shoulder. Every fibre in Octavia’s body lit up, and the tension in the air was palpable. Your lips brushed her skin softly, and then again, more firmly. Before Octavia knew what was happening, she had turned and pressed her lips against yours. Your fingers curled into the girl’s hair and you moaned into her lips, pulling her close.

“I need you.” You whispered, “Just once.”

Octavia smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, “Hopefully more than once.”

What Once Was

A Niall Horan One Shot

“You are not the person I thought you were, Niall Horan.”

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Requested: “Hi :) im a big fan of your writting 😍 i was wondering if u could write one were niall is dared to ask a girl out that he doesnt like but they actually fall in love at the end then she discovers that it was dared? Thanks xx” - @christyychen

(3.4K words)

Rating: Mature

Summary: He hated himself for it, and a part of her hated him, too.

[A/N]: I hope it’s okay that I deviated from the prompt a little bit! I wanted to start out with their current situation and then give flashbacks for what their relationship was like before it. (Also, the rating is mature for the small smut scenes that [Y/N] remembers as they fight. The rest of this could be rated PG-13!) Hope you like it! 

                                              i. What is No Longer

Her voice was small, resigned; that, perhaps, was what hurt Niall the most. She just couldn’t seem to muster up the will to scream at him. She knew she should be raising hell, smashing pictures and slamming doors but she just didn’t have the fight left in her. It had been replaced with defeat.

“Were you ever planning on telling me?” She asked, eyes dead set on his. “Were you just going to let me marry you without letting me know that our relationship was fake?” She twisted the ring on her finger, feeling like it was burning her skin. It felt like it no longer fit, and she fought to tug it off.

“Christ, of course I was, [Y/N]. I could never keep that from you. But I didn’t think it mattered much anymore because I love you now and forever, so who gives a damn about that?” He was trying, with everything in him, not to cry. He very well knew he didn’t have the right to it; he certainly wasn’t the victim here, though he wasn’t quite sure if she was one, either.

“Why is that your decision to choose what should be important to me or not? I’m just as much a part of this relationship as you, Niall! How could you keep this from me?” She didn’t even want him to respond, because she knew no answer would suffice. Regardless of what he said, the damage was done. He shouldn’t have done any of this in the first place.

Then again, she was just as mad at herself for ever falling in love with him in the first place.

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