anonymous asked:

describe the one direction fashion during their album eras.

Up All Night.

Pastel twinks. Giving off that vibe that makes you think they smell like an Oceanside Yankee Candle and freshly cut springtime grass. Would defo date you, open doors for you and smile at you with some sugary fucking tooth-rotting grin. Defo gonna have you back home 15 minutes before curfew with a wink at Mama as he leaves to drive the car that tells your mama he paid for the meal and could probably pay for her house too.

Take Me Home.

Sassy rich-boy fucks. Got that ‘lost my car keys so daddy brought me a new car’ vibe. Wears bowties to a casual as fuck house party. Other dudes think they’re twats but girls think they got dollar dollar hiding in their fancy fucking breast pockets. Lots of monochrome colours, wears white jeans and would probably wink at you as you notice the grass stains.

Midnight Memories.

Greasy gas station rent-boy chic. Excuse me m’aam, our car seems to have broke down can we borrow your cell so we can call a towing service“ Totally not passed them to throw you on the back seat and have the whole squad hit it in their cheap as fuck dodgy car whilst they wait for the tow truck tho. Smell like sweat, tequila and smoke. Bad-boy assholes that don’t believe in money as a concept which is an excuse for them being broke as fuq. Would get drunk with you and complain about captalism and the bourgeoisie. 


Slayin in all black cos it’s everyone elses funeral. Take me To Church plays in the background of them wherever they go. Has the ‘Daddy-doesn’t-talk-about-his-business-with-you’ vibe and you cool with that. Smells like overpowering Gucci cologne on a soft autumn breeze. Hair constantly in a state of ‘i woke up like this but it took an hour to get right’. Most likely actually has money falling out their pockets. Shoes pointier than cheekbones.

Made In The AM.

We’re not like regular dads we’re cool dads. Relaxed and chill vibe, just guys being dudes. The kind of guys who know how to bleed a radiator but know the best guy to get cocaine from at short notice. Would probably reference memes in conversation but only the relevant ones. If you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms, they are wife material.

Idk but it looks like blurryface became a person and he was driving the car tyler was sitting in. And the whole thing I mean destroyed car, white socks, burnt blurryface era logo on the drumset happened in Tyler’s head because at the the end of the video tyler is still in the car. So guys hold on because blurryface is probably still “alive”

Hot Like Burning

Sterek, 2.5K words, Teen

AU, Firefighter Derek

In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.

Stiles winces as he turns the corner, unbearably nervous like he always is whenever he drives Lydia’s car, and pulls into the fire station. He offered this morning to help her with any errands she needed, and she asked him to take her car to the fire station and have them install the car seat. Stiles had no idea this was even a thing—seriously, how hard is it to put in a car seat?—but unsurprisingly, Lydia is as fastidious about her unborn child’s safety as she is about everything else.

He parks just outside the front door, careful not to block the big bays with the two fire trucks, and wanders inside. “Hello?” he calls out. There’s a noise coming from the other side of the fire truck, so Stiles keeps walking in that direction, then nearly trips over his own two feet.

There’s a guy, crouched down as he washes the wheel well of the fire truck, and Stiles is 101 percent sure that he’s the most attractive person he’s ever seen. He’s frowning, as if he’s pissed at the task in front of him, but it only serves to show off the sharp cut of his jaw under a very nicely-shaped short beard. He’s wearing a tight short-sleeved SFFD t-shirt, which is wet in patches and very clearly showing off the muscled physique underneath.

“Holy shit.”

The guy’s head jerks up at that, his eyes wide, and his gaze locks with Stiles’ for a long second before slowly drifting down the rest of his body. Stiles damn near forgets how to breathe because yep, this impossibly hot dude is most definitely checking him out.

Stiles has never believed in love at first sight, and he still doesn’t, but as of this moment he most certainly does believe in…familiarity at first sight? Cosmic connection? Just plain lust? He has no fucking clue.

But he yelps a little in surprise, then actually manages to trip over nothing, only catching himself by clutching the pillar next to him, which oh fuck, is actually the fire pole. He finally rights himself, grimacing with both arms spread for balance, and then slaps a hand over his eyes with a plaintive groan.

“Oh my god. Hi, hello, my name is Stiles. Uh, any chance we can start over and pretend that this excruciatingly embarrassing encounter didn’t happen?”

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Short summary of Cengiz’s livestream:
• they were in Drammen in Cengiz’s house with his family, his girlfriend plus Simo and Mutasim
• they were trying to play some board games but after they realized they can’t translate it, they gave up
• Mutasim has Adam saved in his phone as ‘Adam Ezz’
• Adam called them, saying he’s still stuck in Oslo (Drammen is about 40 minutes from Oslo)
• Cengiz showed a drawing of himself and some of the food they will eat
• someone asked Simo to marry them but he said he’s already engaged to Mutta, showed us his ring and said he bought a car for Mutta as an engagement present
• Cengiz said between all of them, they speak a couple of languages, like Norwegian, English, Turkish and Arabic
• they then went to pick up Yousef from the bus station
• Simo doesn’t have a drivers license, yet he tried to drive Mutta’s car, with no success
• Cengiz was driving for Mutta while he texted someone and they said they hope the police don’t watch the livestream (kids, don’t follow their example, it was stupid and kinda dangerous). Mutta said ‘always have a Cengiz with you’
• they sang Null in the car, saying Adam is with them at least like that
• they talked about how Yousef was wearing a tracksuit he bought last week
• they then drove back to Cengiz’s house to eat
• Cengiz called Yousef ‘baby Yousef’
• Simo and Cengiz then wished a happy Ramadan and they said goodbye

Squip Squad's Prom Night

More squip squad headcanons because why not here’s the squad at prom ✨

-Michael asks Jeremy in the nerdiest way possible by getting him dozens of flowers and singing him an 80′s love song

-he’d do it in private tho bc he wants the moment to be shared with just the two of them 

-Jake wants to prove to everyone that he’s brave enough to ask Rich to prom rather than the other way around

-the squad teases him like “you’re always so nervous to ask Rich out on dates you’re never gonna do it” so it becomes his mission to ask Rich first

-the boy is sO NERVOUS LIKE “RICH YOU’RE A REALLY COOL GUY CAN YOU COME WITH ME TO PROM OR WHATEVER” and he shoves Rich’s favorite chocolates in his face before burying his face in his jacket

-of course he says yes and jumps on his boyfriend to cover him in kisses

-Brooke asks Chloe by stopping by her house with an arrangement of her favorite flowers and favorite frozen yogurt flavor (of course) and has Jenna film Chloe’s reaction

-Chloe would actually start crying and tells Jenna to stop filming bc she can’t stop herself from crying over how much she loves Brooke

-Christine doesn’t really want to go with anyone special, but she notices Jenna doesn’t have a ticket and looks really sad (mostly bc Jenna feels really insecure about hanging out w everyone and thinking that no one wants her there) so she runs over excited and is like “hey Jenna!! I noticed you didn’t buy a ticket to prom yet!! Wanna go with me and the squad?? It’ll be super fun I promise! We can hang out together!!” and Jenna’s just kinda like ???? “whatever sure” 

-at prom, Jeremy arrives in a bow tie while Michael wears a worn down jacket from the 90′s and a tie and he drives them there in his car

-Rich, Jake, Brooke, and Chloe arrive together in Brooke’s mom’s car

-Christine wants to give Jenna the best night ever since she was feeling so down and insecure about going that she rents the two of them their own limo

-after a while at prom, Jeremy starts to get nervous with all the people and both Jeremy and Michael get bored anyways so they leave a few hours early

-they go home, get in their pjs and get stoned together while happily falling asleep in each other’s arms

-back at prom, everyone’s dancing super hard, but Christine notices Jenna off by herself on her phone looking very uncomfortable

-Christine goes to ask what’s wrong, but Jenna doesn’t feel like talking about it, so Christine decides to cheer her up by suggesting they pull pranks on everyone on prom

-they’re little harmless pranks like putting a fake bug in someone’s cup, or tapping someone’s shoulder and quickly running away but they cheer Jenna up and she ends up having an amazing time anyways

-Rich notices what they’re doing and decides he wants in, but takes it way too far by doing insane pranks (pulling down people’s pants, telling people their car was set on fire, etc)

-the entire time he’s pulling his pranks, Christine and Jenna are just like “RICH OH MY GOD N O”

-Rich is the one kid who ends up spiking the punch bowl

-Brooke and Chloe eventually get bored of dancing as well and end up hiding in the storage closet kissing and just talking to each other the rest of the night

-Rich and Jake have the most fun dancing the entire night, but about an hour before prom is over, Rich gets caught pantsing someone and gets kicked out, so everyone decides to leave early because of him

If someone drew any of these scenarios I would literally cry of happiness 

Lucien Bloodmarch is at least 16

I feel like people think that Lucien is a lot younger than he actually is. I see a lot of people on here saying he’s probably 13 or 14, but I don’t think that’s true. I don’t know for sure but there’s a couple clues in the game that suggest he’s probably 16 (at the very least). Here’s my reasoning.

So first of all, when you go on a date with Damien (you know, after Lucien tries to Cask of Amontillado Ernest) you’re in the car with Lucien. After Damien tells him that it’s Lucien’s choice whether he wants to go back to therapy or not, he says this, “Maybe you can spend the next week looking for a summer job, hm? I know how much you want your own car.”

This suggests a few things, Lucien is over 14, the working legal age in Massachusetts (where the game takes place), but it also tells us Lucien wants his OWN car. In Massachusetts you have to be 16 to get your permit and or license. But the way the sentence is worded, it makes it seem like Lucien has his license and wants his OWN car, it suggests he can drive his dad’s car, but wants his OWN. I don’t know about you, but I don’t know too many people who save up for their first car when they’re like 14.

Now I really don’t have any further proof that he’s older, but it just doesn’t make sense to me that he would be any younger than 16, he doesn’t look younger than 16 either. Feel free to keep you head-canons, I just feel like this makes more sense.

Whenever I see this opening I always think it looks like Knuckles is turning to Sonic in the hope he might be able to answer some questions he’s having about why he is driving a car with two small children inside

Sonic just gives him a cheesy grin and thumbs up in support and then less than a minute later Knuckles crashes it into a plane

important question: does neil have a license?? because in book 2 it said he doesn’t have one under the name neil josten so like…what if he gets pulled over one day and the cops ask for his license and registration and neil’s just like “nope don’t have that” whats he gonna do then huh??? or what if he’s just driving andrew’s car one day and says “ya know i should really get myself a license” and andrew + whoever else is in the car is just like neil what the actual fuck do you mean to say you’ve just been driving around all this time and you don’t even have a license??? what the fuck neil???

Things about Beyond Birthday that we don’t talk much about but should

-He drives a stolen car.
-Invited Naomi to dinner (and was rejected) once.
-Went through a 13 year old girl’s panty drawer
-Crawled on all fours. On a crime scene floor. Where there was still blood. 
-Used make-up
-Crushed a 13 year old girl’s eyeballs
-“an aggressive top”
–Cleaned the entire scene but the blood
-Undressed and dressed Believe Bridesmaid
-Ate an entire jar of jam in less than 5 minutes.
-Wakes up at 6AM
-Really knows his roman numerals
-Took a severed arm with him
-“Read” and entire lengthy book in under ten minutes
-Had his jar of jam in his victim’s fridge
-Aggressively beat Backyard’s arm with a hammer
-Mathematical genius
-Convinced His victim’s relatives to allow him permission to investigate his own case
-Likes Akazukin Chacha
-Knows each of Akazukin Chacha’s volume’s page numbers
-Crawled from underneath a bed
-Literally stood outside the bathroom door and commented on why he didn’t hear the toilet flush, creep
-Was referred to as some kind of creepy pedophile
-Casually walked around with his own crossword puzzle
-Do you even know how much time and strength it takes to cut off a limb?
-And strangle a grown man?
-Claimed Quarter Queen ‘looked better’ after death. (Ref to the glasses)
-Laughs to himself
-Cracks his neck and walks with his neck craned awkwardly to the side
-High possibility that he might have killed in the past
-Isn’t maniacal whilst killing his victims, is actually only interested in experimenting

in which flash lives in a fancy house and peter and michelle are far too dorky for their own good. parts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, NINE (this one!)

  • okay, so like. mj always knew that flash was wealthy, you know. he drives a really fancy car and he wears an expensive watch. his hair is always styled in that…rich dude way. but she’s never really had to face how wealthy he truly is until she’s driving deep into the suburbs, surrounded on either side by houses that keep getting larger and more grandiose.
  • ned is in the back just, gawking. “that house is the size of my apartment building!” “oh my goodness, is that a fountain?” “that car has a rolls royce just parked in the driveway!” and ned’s gasping breaths are the soundtrack to their car ride because peter’s phone died and they don’t know the radio stations this far out of the city.
  • when they finally pull up to his house, there is a large driveway that leads up to an even larger house. cars are lined up and down the block and they seem some people from school walking up the driveway. mj parks around the corner and takes a deep breath. she turns around to look at ned and betty and smiles, “ready?”
  • when she looks back at peter, he has the odd look on his face that she doesn’t really want to deal with right now. “ready, loser?” she asks him. and before he can answer, she opens the car door and stretches. when she walks around the car, peter is waiting for her. “ready as ever.” he answers.
  • she can’t help it so she wraps her arms around his shoulders and he wraps his arm around her waist. they walk like that to the party, peter snug under her arm and him pulling her close.
  • she ignores the smug look on ned’s face when he wiggles his eyebrows at her. she just turns and looks straight ahead, allowing herself to enjoy the feel of his fingers squeezing at her waist.

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modern day high school losers club

- part of like 10 different clubs including the African-American Student Leadership Club, History Club, Animal Shelter Volunteers Club, etc.
- he’s got straight a’s in every class except math (he’s got a b)
- that one kid that always brings teachers gifts at the end of the semester
- tragic sense of fashion….
- dated bill at one point but like,,,, who didn’t
- his instagram is just pictures of his dog in sunglasses

- skips class to smoke with richie
- always comes back to school after breaks with drastic hair changes like shaving her head or dying her hair green
- punk af but don’t call her that
- has a stick-and-poke that says “i hate men” but she doesn’t remember how it got there
- somehow has good grades despite never going to school
- all the gay girls have huge crushes on her

- color-coordinated everything
- counselor at the local JCC during the summer (he loves hanging out w the quiet shy kids)
- is he dating bill denbrough??? nobody can tell
- doesn’t speak up a lot in class but when he does it’s always right on the mark and makes the whole class go “damn”
- that one friend that always has everything handy - gum, bandaids, gas money, snacks, stress ball, even tampons and pads for when bev can’t afford any
-once during lunch an entire flock of pigeons just came up to him and chilled w him and the whole school knows him as “bird buddy” now
- still an eagle scout

- he and eddie are the only one who have licenses AND cars so they end up driving everyone everywhere
- has dated everyone in the loser’s club at some point?
- has a cult following of ppl that have crushes on him so he’s always getting love letters and baked goods
- still takes speech therapy bc he’s paranoid abt the stutter coming back
- writes a column in the school paper that’s a short story every issue. very popular with the school

- has been trying to woo eddie for three years now
- always says he’s gonna pay u back, never does
- teachers either hate him or love him; there is no in-between
- was a popular viner, now freaking out bc vine is over
- never has gas money and always leaves trash in your car
- got contacts the summer before junior year and became super hot
- will say his fave tv show is it’s always sunny in philadelphia but his closest friends know that it’s glee

- oblivious to richie’s advances but sure does have a crush on him
- saved up for a car for years before he turned 16 and it is his baby
- his mom is super anxious abt him driving so it’s a struggle every time he wants to drive his car somewhere
- once during art class he bedazzled his inhaler
- was one of those kids that when they came out of the closet everyone tried to act super shocked and failed
- loves pokémon

- all the teachers adore him
- and the lunch ladies
- submits poems to the school paper anonymously and bill can always tell which are his so he always makes sure that they get published
- that kid that still has a flip phone
- he also likes pokémon so he and eddie will just sit in eddies car playing on their ds’s for hours
- if there’s money on the ground he will find it

I Will Never Forget You

Originally posted by smilefortheliving

“Johnathan’s whereabouts have been located and he is heard to be in Edom”. Silence filled the room as Alec gave his speech to the whole institute. “Our main priority is to bring Johnathan back to Idris…dead or alive. I, personally, will take my team there and successfully follow out with this mission. Everyone else, you’re my eyes and ears. If Johnathan is seen or heard from by anyone at all I want to know about it, no matter how small the detail is. Everything matters…dismissed”. With that final word everyone, slowly, returned to their work stations and resumed with their work.
“We are meeting Magnus later on today to summon the demon who will take us there. Guys, this is an extremely dangerous mission, we might not all make it”, Jace said as he put his arm around Clary.
“God you are such a drama queen”, I said trying to lighten the mood whilst winking at Jace.
Alec came over and wrapped his arms around me from behind, feeling his warm embrace was reassuring.
“I’m bringing Simon”, Izzy demanded. Before Alec could start refusing she finished, “If there is a chance I’m not gonna make it I want to be with him”. I tightened my grip around Alec’s hand, telling him to just agree. Why shouldn’t Izzy be with the one she loved, especially at this time. I had Alec by my side, Clary had Jace.

Alec and Jace went to have one last meeting with the inquisitor before the mission. I went back up to mine and Alec’s shared room to get ready when Izzy and Clary knocked on the door.
“You ready to kick ass?”, Izzy asked as she jumped onto my bed.
“When am I not?”, I grabbed my weapon holsters and wrapped them around my waist and legs.
Clary sat next to Izzy, “How are you feeling?”, she asked with a hint of sympathy. I lived life as a mundane for the first 16 years of my life, I had only been a Shadowhunter for 3 years. My parents didn’t know anything about the shadow world, all they knew was that I was going through a gothic phase with an obsession with ‘weird looking tattoos’. I always made sure that I made time to see my family, however that was ripped away from me a few months back. Johnathan had killed them, whether it was an attempt for answers…I didn’t know. All I knew was that it was evil.
I took a deep breath before answering, “Truthfully…I’ve never felt more ready”.

We met up with Magnus in the courtyard of the institute.
“The demon I’m summoning is a greater demon. He will ask what he gets in return in which we will offer a trade of his choice. You do not break the circle at ANY point. Do you all understand me?”. Sheepish nods were given from everyone as we stood in a circle at different points of the pentagram. We joined hands and Magnus said the words. There was a loud cracking noise like really close thunder and a gush of strong wind whirled around us forming a grey looking cloud in the centre of the circle.
A deep booming voice echoed, “Who dare summon the great Azazel”.
Magnus was speechless, he had summoned demons before but not ones as powerful as Azazel as it was a death wish. He finally spoke with a stutter, “A-Azazel, it is I, Magnus Bane, the high warlock of Brooklyn. We would like acceptance to enter Edom”.
Azazel laughed, “And what do I get in return of this?…”, he thought for a minute. “I get one special memory from each of you with the person you cherish the most”.

Izzy went first, it appeared in front of us like a projection. It was of her first date with Simon, he had taken her to a Star Wars movie marathon at the movie theatre and although it wouldn’t have been her first choice for a date…or any of her choices for that matter, watching his face light up in the hope of her liking something he enjoyed so much was all she cared about. She started crying after the memory had disappeared and Simon was trying to hold back the tears.

He was next, it was of the both of them sitting in the Jade Wolf. It had just been after there first date and they had gone there from the movies for a ‘romantic’ meal/the only place Simon could afford. She was trying to reassure him that she loved Star Wars even though she got all the questions wrong from the quiz he made her do. But he didn’t say that she was wrong, he realised that she was trying for him and that was all he needed.

Clary’s memory was of her trying to teach Jace mundane driving. He kept stalling the car and even nearly ran an old lady over as he got the accelerate and brake pedal mixed up. All Clary did was sit there and hysterically laughed, she was the one who was meant to be guiding him but she couldn’t even see the road from the tears forming in her eyes from how hilarious she found the whole thing. But it was special to her because it finally shown something that Jace Herondale couldn’t do, and she loved him even more for that.

Jace’s was simple, it was his first kiss with Clary. From the outside it didn’t look like anything special and it certainly didn’t look romantic as they were covered in demon blood and surrounded by bodies however for Jace, it was when he finally realised that Valentine was wrong. All his life he was taught that to love is to destroy and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed but this moment proved that not be true. It proved that love didn’t make you weak, it made you stronger.

Magnus was the next person in the circle and it wasn’t hard to guess where he was and what he was doing. He was in his apartment…in his blue chair…with a glass of whisky in his hand with the rest of the bottle not too far away. He was accompanied by Camille Belcourt, the person who he had loved for centuries, and one of his closest friends, Ragnor Fell. He had lost them both to Valentine’s army and the number of warlocks were decreasing. It was a memory of old times, it was his memory of the only people he once called family.

After it had disappeared into the grey smoke, it was Alec’s turn. It was the night of our first time, luckily it didn’t show anything inappropriate but it was the lead up to it. It was passionate and it was the first night we opened up to each other. I opened up about my family and he opened up about his feelings and told me how he felt, it was the first night he realised that he could love and he could actually have a happy ending. His grip on my hand became tighter as he watched that memory vanish forever.

It was finally my turn, it shown the night I introduced Alec to my parents. I brought him round to my parents house and we all had dinner. My dad was so protective and asked him loads of questions and the look of panic on Alec’s face was priceless! It was the only time I had actually seen his scared of someone, my mum loved him. She said he was kind and she knew that he was the one for me. It was the night I realised that Alec was my soul mate. I wanted to break the circle and just run to my room. When my memory had gone I couldn’t hold it in any longer and I just burst into tears. Alec didn’t know what to do, he wanted to come and comfort me but we couldn’t break the circle.

He started shouting, “Y/N it’s gonna be okay!”. I looked at him but I couldn’t hear anything else, the thunder noise grew louder and louder and we were swept up for a second and crashed back down onto the ground. It took a minute for me to get to my feet but when I did I realised we weren’t in the courtyard of the institute anymore. We were in Edom. It was dull, everywhere was near enough pitch black apart from fire and flames that lit the place up a bit. The screams, roars and screeches of demons filled the atmosphere. But we didn’t have time to take the beautiful surroundings in as demons came running towards us from every direction.
“GUYS QUICK”, I shouted, grabbing my seraph blade from my holster, as they were all only just recovering from the fall.

After several arrows, knives, blades and axes had been thrown there was only 1 figure in the distance and we all knew who it was. So much anger and hate grew inside of me. Alec recognised this and pulled me back by gabbing my arm. Johnathan started to run at us, I jolted out of Alec’s grip and ran at him.
“Y/N NO!”. Alec shouted behind me but nothing was enough to stop me now. Our blades clang together as they collided in the air. I swung for his stomach, he defended himself. He swung for my face, I ducked. He kicked the blade out of my hands, knowing I had no other weapons left I swung my fist and it made contact with his face. He stood back, wiping the blood away from his bust lip. I picked up my blade from the ground and readied myself again. I looked over at the others, more and more demons were circling them.
“Do you even remember them?”. I asked, squinting my eyes in hatred. We walked in circles facing each other, like lions prowling and waiting for the other to make the next move. “Do you remember slaughtering my parents?”, I spat the question out with as much poison I could muster.
He smirked and lunged towards me, knocking me to the ground. He stood over me, gliding his finger tips on the surface of his seraph blade. Every move was threatening.
“I do remember killing your parents. I remember their screams and their pathetic plea to spare their lives, it was music to my ears. I rather enjoyed killing them, watching them suffer. You see I did it because of you, I wanted you to crumble. You were the one that I was most worried about, you were strong and powerful but once I killed them, I took that all away. Now you’re pathetic and weak because thats what happens when you love someone. I’ll slaughter Alec and everyone of your friends until everyone you care about is dead”, his smirk took form of a full smile now.
Rage filled inside of me, he did not get to take the rest of my family away from me. I kicked at both of his legs and he fell on his back letting out a grunt. I grabbed my blade and stood over him.
“I forgive you. Because I feel sorry for you. You’ve never loved and you’ve never been loved. You’ll never have something special with anyone…”. I crouched down and looked him in the eye, “…that’s weakness”. I drove my sword into his chest and backed away, watching the black demon blood spill from his mouth and run from his wound. Then he lay motionless. I heard footsteps grow louder and louder behind me but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Johnathan’s body.
“Y/N are you okay?! Are you hurt?”. Alec pulled me into a tight hug and then assessed my body to see if there were any wounds. All the others caught up and stared at the body that lay before them.
Alec noticed that I was in shock, “He can’t hurt you anymore”.
“He said he was going to kill you guys…I couldn’t lose you too”. I burst into tears and buried myself into his chest.

After I had calmed down, Magnus arranged us into a circle again to summon Azazel so we could get home. The thunder and the smoke came once again and the booming voice echoed.
“If you wish to go back, someone must pay the price”.
Magnus spoke, elements of curiosity and worry visible in his voice, “And what would that be?”.
Azazel broke into a laugh, “I want more than one memory. From one of you I want your entire memory and knowledge of the shadow world”. Izzy gasped.
“Azazel please, there has to be something else you could desire from us”, Jace pleaded but it was no use. Azazel had made up his mind and it was final.
No one spoke for a while, we were allowed to break the circle until we made a decision, Azazel could take form in Edom so he didn’t need to stay in the pentagram.
“I’ll do it”, I whispered, too quiet for anyone to hear.
“What?”, Alec asked coming closer to me.
“I’ll do it”, I shouted so that everyone could hear me.
Alec flipped, “NO NO NO! You’re not doing it and thats final”.
“Alec if I forget about the shadow world, I forget about knowing how my parents died”.
“Y/N if you do this you will be a mundane-“.
I cut him off, “Alec I was a mundane for 16 years of my life”. I walked and placed a hand on his cheek, “I’ll be okay”.
Jace walked closer to me, “Y/N you can’t do this, we can find another way”.
“Jace we know there isn’t another way, we can’t compromise with a greater demon…You guys have been in this world way longer than me, I’ve only been here for 3 years-“.
This time Alec interrupted “You’ll forget about me…you’ll forget about all of us”. He was crying, he was too upset to hide it and there wasn’t a dry eye from anyone.
“Alec I will never forget you. And in my heart I will always be sure that I will never forget any of you”. I turned to face him and lifted his chin up so his eyes met mine. “I can’t express how much I love you Alec. You are my everything. But I have to do this, for me..and I can’t let anyone else do it, it’s not fair”.
“I’ll do it, just please don’t do it. I need you, you’re the only person I have ever loved and you’re the one who taught me how. I can’t do any of this without you. Please Y/N”. Every word made everything harder and harder to the point where I was uncontrollably crying.
“We’ll meet again Alec. I’m sure of it. We have something so special t-that it will make us find our…our way back to each other”. I tried to smile as I lifted his head up again, “And hey, we can fall in love all over again and it will be the most amazing thing”.

After we had a minute, I wiped my tears away and turned to the others to see Clary gasping for air in Jace’s arms because she was crying that bad. Jace was staring at me with tears rolling down his face and Izzy and Simon were buried into each other. Magnus stood with Clary, looking down at the floor.
I moved from Alec’s side, ready to say my goodbyes.

I went to Magnus first, “Bye poppet…I will always look out for you, I promise”.
“You always have”, I smiled, making my grip on our hug get tighter. “Thank you for everything Magnus, I can’t thank you enough for what you have done for me”.

Next was Clary, she went from Jace’s arms to mine, still hysterically sniffling into my shoulder. “My little ginger nut! Don’t cry, everything is going to be fine”. I held in the urge to cry will her because I knew things weren’t going to be fine, far from it. “Thank you for being the best best friend. You’ve grown so much and I’m so lucky I got to witness that. You’ve gone from the clumsy oaf that I knew from the get go that I wanted to be best friends with to one bad ass demon slayer that I am in awe over! I love you”.
She pulled away, wiping her hair away from her face, “Thank you for being the best best friend a girl could ask for”. I gave her another tight hug and a kiss and then it was Jace’s turn.

He gathered me in his arms and held me tight. “Thank you so much for protecting me all these years Jace. No matter what the situation you always had my back, you don’t know how much it all meant to me”.
“Hey what are big bros for”, he winked as he let me go. I always said Jace was like the big brother I never had, he was always there ready to beat someone up whenever I was upset (that included Alec sometimes).

Next up was Simon, “The only vamp that I have ever liked!”, I said with a teasing smirk, “I never saw you as a vampire Simon, you were always just Simon to me. Whatever you were none of that mattered and I want you to remember that. But if you hurt Izzy I will find you…and I will kill you”. He nodded and smiled, appreciating the ‘Taken” quote, too upset for words. I hugged him and whispered in his ear, “When you pop the question make sure you take her to a star wars marathon, it will be so romantic!”. He had been planning on proposing to Izzy after the Jonathan situation had be handled. He nodded again and stepped back so I could get to Izzy.

“Where do I start with you Iz. You were the best parabatai I could’ve ever asked for. We were one and we will forever be one. I will always cherish and I will never forget our times together, like that time we both got ridiculously drunk and stumbled into the institute and your mum was stood waiting for us and you puked all over her shoes! She was so pissed”. She eventually formed a smile and stood to give me a hug.
She whispered in my ear, “We’ll be parabatai forever, no matter what”.
“No matter what”, I repeated.

Alec was the last one. I looked over to where I had left him, still slumped on the floor, staring in the same place. I walked over and knelt next to him. I put my head on his shoulder and he cuddled me into his chest.
“You were my first love…the first person I have ever loved…the person I will always love. I love y-you Alec Lightwood, and nothing will ever make me forget that. This isn’t the end for us”.
We just sat there, in each others arms. That was until Azazel’s voice was heard again, “Have you come to a decision?”. He really was evil.
Everyone stood. I kissed Alec, wrapping my hands around his neck. It was the most passionate kiss we had ever had and it felt like it lasted for hours. We broke off and formed the circle again, “You can take my memories, just get me and my friends home”. Azazel spoke a language that none of us recognised and we started to lift from the ground again.
“Y/N! I LOVE YOU”. Alec screamed over the thunder.


“Module 2 exam is on Monday folks so please use this weekend to revise and don’t leave it last minute, class dismissed”.
I walked out of college and headed to the library to get a head start on my studying when someone walked into the side of me, knocking me and all of my books to the floor.
“Hey watch where you’re going jerk!”. I shouted, picking myself up.
“I’m so sorry, here let me help”.
I got up and dusted the mud off my jeans. The guy stood up from picking my books up and my knees went weak. He was so tall and so gorgeous, messy dark hair and deep brown puppy dog eyes. He did an adorable smirk, obviously knowing that I was staring at him.
“Th-thanks for picking my books up”.
“Oh yeah no problem”, he handed me them back and our hands touched. I was freaking out on the inside but tried to keep my cool on the outside.
I kept staring, it was weird. I recognised him but I had no clue who he was, “Have we ever met before? There’s just something about you that seems so familiar”.
He scratched behind his head and smiled adorably, “I’m sure I would have remembered…well it was nice-“.
Before I could process what I was going to say my words came out like word vomit, “Do you fancy getting some coffee sometime or something?”. The minute I said it I regretted it, he was going to turn me down and it will officially be the worst and most embarrassing moment of my life.
He kept on smiling and he looked me in the eyes, “I would love to get coffee with you”.
I grinned so widely that I began to think that I started to look like a serial killer. “I’m free now?”.
“That’s perfect…here let me”. He took my books off me and carried them as we walked to the nearest coffee shop.
“I’m Y/N by the way”.

She’s Fighting

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: You and Sam meet up after a little over a year apart. Something about him is different, but you can’t seem to place it. All you can think about is how much he’s grown, how much fun the two of you had as kids together, and how curious you are about what he actually does for a living - oh, and how badly you want to jump his bones.

Word Count: ~3,900

Warnings: canon divergence, Sam using his powers, Crowley being a dick, demon blood stuff (mildly graphic), cursing, angst, smut (oral - female receiving, fingering, unprotected sex)

A/N: This is written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Trop Challenge. My trope was “friends when kids, now there’s an attraction.” I started writing this a few weeks ago and then my computer crashed and I lost it because I’m an idiot and didn’t save it anywhere. This is not at all what the first version was like, but hey, it’s something.

*Flashbacks are in italics

Originally posted by spn-mostly

“Sam Winchester?” You stepped up to the bar and sank down on the stool beside the large man.

He spun on his barstool, sipping from his beer as his eyebrows raised in surprise.

“[Y/N]?” He set his bottle down and opened his arms.

Willingly, you sprung forward and flung yourself into his arms, wrapping yours around his middle and nuzzling your face into his chest.

“Sammy…” You sighed, eyes falling closed as you took in the feeling of your best friends arms wrapped around you.

“Been too long, sweetheart.” He breathed against your hair.

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Crushin’ on you ♡ Grayson

Summary: Grayson and you spend the night in the trailer of his car, talking about your future and also do some other things…

Word count: 2.567

A/N: Hello beautfiul people… I’m back!! I haven’t been very active so I hope this long imagine will make up for it ;) I really did my best on this one, so I hope you’ll like it. For some reason I always end my imagines smutty, it’s just a thing that happens lmao. It’s based of a request someone messaged me and inspired by Moonlight by the queen; Ariana Grande.

The sun is setting
And you’re right here by my side
And the movie is playing
But we won’t be watching tonight…

Your eyes were trained on the television as you were about to watch your favourite movie for at least the one hundredth time. And although you were obsessed with it, your mind wasn’t able to focus on what was on the screen for some reason. It was the first time this month that Grayson and you had the whole night for you alone, which made tonight a special night.

He was done with work and so were you, so you decided to put your phones away for this whole evening and do something relaxing; like staying in to watch a movie. No one could do you any harm.

But secretly all you really wanted was to have a conversation with your boyfriend; about his day, how he was doing, his plans for the week… Which was the opposite of what you were doing right now; wasting time with watching something as silly as movie… and one you had seen too many times already.

It was as if Grayson was exactly thinking the same; he quickly turned his head that was laying on your shoulder and locked eyes with you. Your faces were only a few inches apart, your noses on the edge of touching.

You whimpered when his sweet breath hit your face. The urge to kiss him was huge, but he looked like he was going to say something so you tried to ignore it.

‘Y/N, what are we even doing? Let’s get out of here,’ he spoke softly. You nodded and Grayson grabbed your hands, lifting you off the couch. You giggled quietly as you willingly let Grayson lead you to the door, outside, and together you walked to the place where he parked his car.

Every look, every touch
Makes me want to give you my heart
I’d be crushin on you baby
Stay the way you are

Right when you stepped into Grayson’s car and he took his place right next to you and started the engine, you knew exactly where you would be heading. It was an enormous relief to escape the buzzing city for a while, away from all the people and never ending noises.

Grayson’s right hand was placed on your thigh and his other one was on the wheel, while he was softly humming along a song you didn’t know. Simply at moments like these, where he was casually driving his car and his eyes were focused on the road, you couldn’t help but ask yourself how you were so lucky to have a man like this at your side.

Before you could stop yourself, your mind was started going places they hadn’t been in a long time. You recalled the times Grayson and you had done other things than just driving in his car… Yes, although he had gotten this car very recent, the amount of times you had made love in in here was almost embarrassing.  

You could remember so well how he sweetly asked you to try it, just for once. Little did you know it would become on of your favourite places to have some sexy time with him.

Your cheeks heat up at the thought of climbing on Grayson’s lap the other night. As he quickly tried to remove your clothes his lips were on every inch of your neck - it wasn’t the most clever idea to combine those two tasks.

The first time had been absolutely amazing, even though you had probably laughed more than you ever had that night. After a few times you had gotten the hand of it and it wasn’t so clumsy anymore.

But still, you thought often about that first night and how the rain tapped against the windows, making you feel like you were the last two people on this planet. And after that night… Well, Grayson had asked you to marry him. And how in the world could you say no to that offer?

'We’re here.’ Grayson’s words shook you awake from all the thoughts that were going on inside your head. He patted your thigh gently and smiled at you before he got out of the car.

You get out as well and deeply breathe in the fresh air of nature, walking to the back of his car. The night was still young, but during the twenty minute drive it had already gotten dark outside.

There was only some light coming from the sky above; the stars and the moon were guarding over you. Grayson was already in the trailer of the car, preparing the tiny place and making it comfortable with blankets and pillows. The focused look and furrowed brows made him even more attractive than he already was.

It was so cute to watch him trying to make everything perfect. You had probably been standing next to the trailer and watching Grayson’s every move, because suddenly he looks at you, his forehead furrowed in worry now.

'Everything okay, babe?’ You blink your eyes to focus your sight before you grab his warm, welcoming hand. 'Yeah, I’m fine.’

It wasn’t at all windy or cold tonight. It actually had been pretty hot today and the warmth was still hanging underneath the trees and a few clouds. You try to get in the trailer but surprise-surprise: the railing was too high. Grayson chuckles in amusement, finding it sweet how you’re always too small to do things like this.

'Wait.’ He moves his hands and places them underneath your armpits. Before you can register what’s happening Grayson lifts you effortlessly over the railing. It takes two seconds before you feel solid ground again and stand right next to him.

'There you go,’ Grayson says and he leans in for a quick kiss on your nose. He smiles at you in awe when you settle yourself between the soft pillows and kick of your shoes. 'What are you looking at? It’s more comfy down here,’ you giggle, looking up to him. Grayson looks at you in admiration and wonders how in the world he ever got so lucky.

He kicks off his shoes as well before he settles himself next to you. You put your legs right on top of his and press your cheek against his chest. 'Hm…’ The steady rythm of his heart set you in a relaxing mood, and after a while you were fighting to keep your sleepy eyes open.

A pleasant tingle goes along your spine and you shiver, a feeling of joy and happiness filling you all up. 'Are you cold?’ Grayson asks caringly, unable to hide the worried tone in his voice. 'Not really,’ you answer.

Of course Grayson knew you longer than today and he quickly spread a fuzzy blanket over your bodies. You wrap your arms around his big torso, feeling like you hadn’t a care in the world. Grayson kisses the top of your head while he runs his fingers up and down your arms.

'Cause I never knew, I never knew
You cold hold moonligt in your hands
'Til the night I held you
You’re my moonlight

It could have been five minutes, it could have been an hour. You had lost complete track of time and you had honestly no idea how much time had passed since Grayson and you laid in the trailer of the car, cuddling and watching the stars.

It had been quiet for most of the time. You often had these kind of silences but they weren’t awkward at all, which is the first thing that comes to your mind if you think about silences.

You were just laying together, enjoying each others company and the quiet sounds of birds and the leaves of the trees that were brushing against each other. But, eventually, Grayson breaks the silence, and the deepness of your voice made you shudder lightly.

'Are you okay, Y/N?’ At first you don’t recognise the seriousness in his voice or which situation he is referring to. You prop yourself up to your elbows to look at his beautiful face, to see if maybe he was tired and was starting to talk nonsense; which he often did if it was late at night and he just had a long day of work.

But his face was dead serious. 'What do you mean?’ You ask, confusion written over your face. 'I mean, are you okay-okay? Are you… happy?’ He asks. You could see something in his eyes that you couldn’t put your finger on. Wait, was he… nervous? You grab his soft hand and gently kiss his fingertips.

I kiss his fingertips
As I’m wishing he’s all mine
He’s giving me Elvis
With some James Dean in his eyes

'Baby… of course I’m happy! I am going to marry the most kind and beautiful man that’s walking on this earth, how could I not be happy?’ You respond in a quiet voice, lightly squeezing his hand. You study his face, noticing he looked like you had calmed down his nerves. He sighs.

'Good… I thought - I don’t know… Maybe you had second thoughts about marrying me or something…’ he trails off, looking you directly in your eyes. You close your eyes and can’t help but grin a little, not believing what he just said. 'Gray, please. Sometimes you are so insecure when there is absolutely no reason for it.’

After you had said that, you go lay back and plant your head on his bicep. Hmm, that was even better than an actual pillow. Time passes again and you feel yourself slowly drift off to sleep.

'So, how many kids do you want? I was thinking maybe four…’ Grayson asks, the tone of his voice emotionless. You are immediately wide awake and go sit straight up. 'Excuse me?!’ you squeel in disbelief, but your eyes adjust to the darkness and you see Grayson smirk from ear to ear.

'I was thinking one, maaaybe two,’ you say. Grayson sweetly patted your back. 'I was just teasing you, baby.’ 'I know,’ you laughed it off. 'So, how many dogs do you want?’ Grayson asks, making a game out of it. (Let’s pretend he isn’t allergic) He goes sit up straight as well and you relax again, realizing what he was doing.

'Ehm… two? Maybe three?’ He nods in agreement. 'Sounds fair.’ 'My turn. In what kind of house would you like to live?’ Grayson pouted his lips, taking a moment to think about that. 'I want to live somewhere were you feel home. To be honest, I feel at home when I’m with you, so I don’t really care in what kind of house. If I’m with you I’m happy.’

Your heart flutters at his words. Although it was a little cliché, you had to admit that what he was saying was adorable. 'You’re so cheesy,’ you murmer and push his arm playfully. 'I know. But you love it,’ Grayson says, quickly grabbing the wrist of the arm that pushed him before you can pull away.

He looks at you and you look back at him, your heart suddenly beating ten times faster. 'I bet you aren’t as strong as you look,’ you dare him, glancing at his big arms and hands. He raises one eyebrow, his lips curling into an amusing smile.

'Oh no?’ He whispers. Before you can say something Grayson grabs both of your arms tightly, turns you around so you get to lay on your back and he places himself between your legs. You both know your bodies were tangled in a familiar position.

His mouth was dangerously close to yours, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction to kiss him right away. His heavy breathing against your lips made him almost irresistible, but somehow you could resist the burning urge.

'I bet you can’t get up as long as I’m holding down,’ he whispers. Of course he was right, but you still try to squirm away…and fail. You could feel the sexual tension rise between the two of you. But you weren’t going to be the first one to give in. He was.

'I bet you want to kiss me really bad right now,’ you whisper, taking it a step further. You seductively lick your dried up lips. Or at least making an attempt to make it look sexy.

'I bet…’ Grayson starts, but pauses for a dramatic effect. Or he ran out of ideas and had to think of something real quick. His eyes trail challengingly up and down your body. 'I bet… I can make you come at least two times… tonight.’

He looked at you hungrily as your stomach flipped. Your mouth drops and you raise your eyebrows. Was he saying that he wanted to have sex… right here? Grayson was a determined man if it came to orgasms and make you get the most pleasure as possible. 'W-What?’ You eventually say when you’re able to speak again.

Your voice sounded weird; small and unsteady. You were thanking the stars he couldn’t see your red cheeks or that he saw that you were complete putty in his hands. Grayson smirked.

'You heard me,’ his rough voice was filled with lust and even in the position you were in right now you could feel your knees go weak. You swallow the rock in your throat. Grayson was only wearing some boxershorts and loose sweatpants, which was the reason you could feel his growing member in his shorts, stroking against your core.

'I bet you can’t,’ you whisper softly, afraid your voice would crack if you spoke out loud. You were trying to act like he wasn’t affecting you in any way. 'Oh, baby… I know I can,’ Grayson says cocky, eyes going even darker than they already were.

He chuckles one last time before he kisses you hungrily, parting your lips with his. He quickly made his way to your neck, kissing and sucking gently while his fingers were crawling underneath your shirt. You look up to the stars as a long, loud moan escapes your mouth.

Puts his lips on my neck
Makes me want to give him my body
I’d be fallen for you baby
But I just can’t stop

It wasn’t long before you had ripped each others clothes off and his lips were on every inch of your now naked body. It took a minute before you realize this was the first time ever Grayson was making love to you in the trailer of his car… but you both knew it wouldn’t be the last time, that was certain.

After all it had been a very, very wonderful night. No, you would never forget this night and the way Grayson was calling your name as you twitched under his warm, muscly body. Of course Grayson had won the bet and you had lost… oh, what a shame.

But one thing that really touched your heart was something Grayson said the next morning, after you had spend the night in the trailer. Your naked bodies were pressed to each other as you watched the sunrise.

'Baby, I don’t know a lot about the future and what is yet to come, but there is something that I do know… And that is that I want to spend the rest of it with you.’

Sweet like candy
But he’s such a man
He knows just what he does
When he’s holding me tight
And he calls me “moonlight” too…


Originally posted by jeonwilds

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook / Reader

Word Count: 1850

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Y/N meansYour Name,” while Y/F/N means “Your Friend’s Name.”


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“Jasper’s party is tonight,” Clarke reminded him.  

Bellamy topped off her travel mug and then poured the rest of the coffee into his own.  “I’ll be there right after Debate practice ends,” he promised and kissed her cheek.  “I’ll hope for nothing more exciting for you than a couple of broken bones.”

Clarke laughed and fished her car keys out of the bowl.  “Fingers crossed,” she said, and then with another chaste kiss she was out the door.

It was a day like any other— mundane and uneventful, but comfortable.  Jasper’s birthday party at the restaurant, followed by Clarke falling asleep nestled in his arms.  The next day was much the same, and the next, and the next.  Bellamy couldn’t remember ever feeling so happy or so safe, so content to simply wake up each morning next to her and fall asleep with her each night.  

He was leaving work when his phone beeped with a voicemail.  He pressed it to his ear and was rewarded with a burst of static and Clarke’s voice, muffled as if from a great distance.  “Three years…” she said faintly.  The message went on, just disjointed bursts of words.  He couldn’t make heads or tails of it, and when he got home Clarke shrugged.

“Must have been a glitch; an old one popping back up.  Maybe from our three year anniversary?” she said, and he didn’t have a better explanation, so he nodded and pulled her to him for a long, languid kiss.

He was happy.  

A problem with his phone was nothing.

Three days later— or maybe a week, it was hard to remember, exactly— he got another strange voicemail.  More static, more jumbles of words and phrases that made no sense.  “Madi…the bunker…rubble…home.”  Clarke seemed more puzzled by this one, but when she pronounced his phone haunted he couldn’t help but laugh.  She laughed into his mouth and then her hand found his cock and he forgot all about cryptic messages and a phone that needed to be replaced.

The third message was harder to ignore.  Clarke sounded upset, like she’d been crying.  “Five years,” she kept saying, over and over again.  “Five years,” and “you said you’d come back.”

Clarke didn’t even look up from the pot of spaghetti.  “Just get a new one. Clearly that one’s broken,” she said.

“Pay no attention to it.” A brunette he had never seen before appeared in the corner of the kitchen, her head tilted and her hands clasped in front of her.

Bellamy jumped.  “Who the fuck are you?” he said, but when Clarke looked up, she’d disappeared.  

“What’s wrong?” Clarke asked, concern written all over her face.

“Didn’t you see her?”

“See who?”

“That woman.  The woman who—” Clarke silenced him with a kiss and pulled his forehead down to rest on hers.

“I think we need a vacation,” she said, running her hands up and down his arms.  “You’re stressed.”

Bellamy breathed her in and nodded, so relieved to have her in his arms he decided he didn’t care he was hallucinating.

Clarke on the beach was a sight to behold.  She loved the sun and the water and he loved the way she looked in her blue bikini, sunglasses pushed up into her hair while she laughed.  The sand stuck to his back and she leaned down to kiss him, her hair falling around them like a curtain.  She smelled like salt and sand and sex, and his hands roamed her body because it was just the two of them and the waves.  There no one else to worry about, no wars to win, no battles to fight.

Static blared in his ear.  “…if you’re alive…2,199 days…praimfaiya…”  Bellamy slammed on his brakes. The brunette was back, sitting calmy in the passenger seat and completely unperturbed by the fact that she’d appeared out of thin air.  The last thing he remembered was the beach, Clarke’s lips on his and her body wrapped around him desperately.  But now he was driving to work, cars behind him honking frantically.  

“Pay no attention to that,” the woman said calmly.  Bellamy stared at her and she stared back, unblinking.  There was something familiar about her movements and the robotic way she spoke, but he was sure he had never seen her before that moment in the kitchen.  It called to mind Raven, somehow, but Raven Reyes was fierce and warm, not cold and calculating.  

The honking grew to a crescendo and he started driving again, stealing looks at the unnaturally still woman in his car.  “Who are you?”

“I’m no one, Bellamy,” she said in what was clearly supposed to be a soothing voice.

More static.  “Where is that coming from?” he asked.  He missed a turn to to the school and then suddenly realized he hadn’t— it was two blocks away, just like always.

“It’s nothing,” she replied.  “Just a relic of the past.”

“…safe for you to come back for over a year now.  Why haven’t you?” Clarke asked, her voice loud in his ear.  Bellamy jerked the wheel and his car went up over the curb, slamming into a tree.  Suddenly new memories flooded him, of driving through ash in a hazmat suit; of Clarke smiling weakly at him; of crashing into a tree and a fierce fight with arrows and fists.

None of it made sense, but then all of it did.

The dropship.  The grounders.  Mount Weather.  A hug so tight he thought his heart would break, and then more pain, more heartbreak, more battles and scars and wars.  A wave of radiation sweeping inexorably towards them all.  Clarke was beside him for all of it, until she wasn’t.

“I still have hope,” Clarke said, and the world around Bellamy melted away.

Metal walls replaced trees and sun, silence replaced the rumble of cars and chatter of children walking to school.  An engine hummed and Bellamy sat up, back on the Ark.  Clarke’s voice sounded from the radio, clear and steady and alive.  “The rest of the world basically sucks,” she said, and Bellamy’s lips curved into a grin in spite of everything.

He blinked and was back in his car, the engine smoking and the brunette sitting placidly next to him.  The sun poured in, impossibly bright, and she tilted her head curiously.  “Leave it,” she ordered him.  “This is better.”

Bellamy felt like he was swimming through quicksand.  The world kept flickering back and forth— metal and silence and space, sunshine and cacophony and earth, one into another.  The only constant was her.


That was who it had to be.  And that was why he didn’t recognize her but remembered her mannerisms. He had seen them before, but from Raven that day at Niylah’s.  “Clarke’s alive?” he asked ALIE.

The ark solidified around him once again and he touched his cheek, finding it full of stubble.  ALIE clasped her hands.  “She is.  But likely not for long.  The odds of surviving are—”

Bellamy ran for the radio but the world shifted and he was back on the ground in a life he had imagined but never really lived.  He was in the bedroom he shared with Clarke, her clothes strewn across the floor and her scent lingering like she had just left the room.  

He rounded on ALIE.  “Let me go,” he demanded.

“It’s better here,” ALIE said instead.  “I can make you happy.  No more fear, no more loss.”

“Clarke. is. alive,” he growled.  “What did you do?  How did you do this?”

She waved her hand.  “I was locked up here for months before you came.  Re-engineering the algae farms with my code was child’s play.”

“Let me go,” he ordered again.  “Clarke’s down there.  I can’t—”

“You can’t ever have the life you want down there,” ALIE countered.  They were back on the ark, the earth hanging just outside the window.  “Stay here, and you can.  Stay here, and you can live in peace with Clarke by your side. That’s what you want, isn’t it?  If you go down, she could already be dead before you arrive.  Could die the next day.  You could die in the attempt.  The outcomes are poor, no matter what.  But I can offer you happiness, Bellamy Blake.  Happiness, and Clarke.”

A lever appeared before him.  It was identical to the lever in Mount Weather, the lever that made him into a monster.  A sick joke, he figured, and set his jaw.  ALIE looked at the lever and something like fear flashed behind her eyes.  “I pull this, you disappear, right?” he asked.

“I do.  And so does that life.  You were happy there, Bellamy.  Let me make you happy.”

Bellamy looked out at the ground.  Clarke was there, waiting for him, but ALIE was right— she might not make it until he could get back.  He might not make it back.  And even if they both survived, there was no guarantee of happiness or peace.  It was uncertainty and pain, and the life he had in the City of Light was predictable and comfortable.  It was easy in a way Bellamy’s life had never been and never would be, if he pulled the lever.  His heart yearned for that life, for the peace he found with Clarke.  He reached out but his hand wavered, remembering how good it felt to fall asleep, safe by her side.

“Nevermind, I see you,” Clarke said. The hope in her voice wrapped around his heart, reminding him of who he was and what he wanted.  

And he pulled the damn lever.