Request: for the anon who asked for a “Reid x reader where they are both in the BAU and are in love with each other but haven’t confessed. Reader thinks Reid is in love with Maeve (or someone else, totally up to you) so starts to distance herself and then Spencer confronts her and they both give this romantic, fluffy confession.”
A/N: Ok wow. This one has been sitting in the inbox for quite awhile and I feel bad about that. Finals really burnt me out and then I feel into the worse writing slump that I’ve ever had, but I’m happy to have finished this one and hopefully the slump might be ending! Anyways, this one is probably a smidgen more angsty than I intended for it to be, but it’s cute and fluffy at the end I promise! I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: honestly other than some angst and maybe one curse word, there’s nothing to warn you about
Word Count: 2.5k
“No! It has nothing to do with that,” Spencer laughed, resting the phone between his shoulder and head, trying to do his paperwork while continuing his conversation. You sighed in frustration and stirred more coffee into your coffee. You’d joined the BAU team almost two years ago and had immediately clicked with all of the team members, particularly Spencer. Friendship had led to inevitable feelings for you, but there was one problem. You’d fallen into the friend-zone. This was breaking your heart. (Not Spencer being happy of course, that was the only good thing that had come out of all of this situation.) It was the cause of that happiness that was the source of your loathing. Maeve. Spencer had confided in you about her months ago, when you’d noticed him disappearing four hours a few times a week. You know what, it was fine when she was some disembodied voice on a telephone, but when she became a real person who the team had worked their asses off to bring back from an abduction alive it was your worst nightmare. That was when you’d realized he was in love with her.
“(Y/N)!”, JJ said waving a hand in front of your face. You snapped out of the trance you hadn’t realized you’d fallen into and shook your head.
“What’s up, Jayje?” you asked plastering a fake smile on your face.
“Just bringing you more of those transfer forms that you were asking for,” she replied placing the stack of paperwork on your desk. “So, you’re really doing this huh?” she commented, leaning against her chair.
“I’ll call you back,” Spencer said quickly hanging up the phone.
“What’s going?” he asked leaning forward to gain you and JJ’s attention.
“Late for meeting Morgan at the gym, so you’ll have to excuse me,” you said cutting her off as you stood up. “Not a word,” you muttered in her ear. “Have a nice day, JJ. Reid,” you replied curtly before making a b-line for the elevator. Spencer flinched at the short tone you had used with him and glanced at the stack of papers on your desk.
“JJ, what was that about?”
“(Y/N) asked me not to say,” she mumbled, smoothing out her skirt and collected the finished report from the last case that was sitting on your desk.
“I’m not talking about this transfer or whatever it is you two are doing,” he said, crossing over to her, “I’m talking about why she has been giving me the cold shoulder.”
“Spence she’s not-”
“Please don’t lie to me,” he pleaded, “I just want to know what awful thing I did to make my best friend hate me.”
“Best friend or girl you are secretly in love with?” JJ asked before she could stop herself.
“That’s not fair,” Spencer snapped, looking down.
“Well, my question is still valid although you seem to have found someone who sparks your interest more these days”
“Maeve is just a friend. How many times do I have to say that?”
“A friend who you can’t go one day without talking to for at least an hour?”
“I value her opinion.”
“There used to be someone else’s opinion you valued above everyone’s and she’s not going to be around much longer,” JJ hinted, subtly trying to clue him in without explicitly telling him.
“JJ, what are you talking about?”
“Spence, I love you. You know I do, but this is something that you are going to have figure out for yourself or you are going to lose one of the best things that ever happened to you,” she replied, before walking back to her office leaving Spencer standing in the middle of the bullpen more confused than when the conversation started.
“Hey there Pretty Girl,” Morgan called as you strolled into the gym.
“Hey hot stuff, sorry I’m late. I had to discuss something with JJ and then change,” you explained, dropping your gym bag by the door. You’d swapped your usual work attire for a loose tank top, cropped yoga pants, and your Nikes.
“Not a problem, I’ve got the whole afternoon open,” he replied, leaning against the wall. You laughed and stretched your arms over your head. Other than Spencer, you considered Morgan to be your best friend. “So you gonna tell me what this is really about?”
“Time for a little brush up on hand to hand. The last case was a little too close for comfort,” you lied. In reality, you were looking for an outlet to take out some aggression.
“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced.
“Ready? Go,” you said lunging for him in an attempt to derail his train of thought. Derek knew you too well and simply side stepped. You turned on a dime and swung your leg toward his knees. He caught your foot in his hand and shoved you backward. You and Derek had been sparring together since you joined the team, and in that time you’d only beaten him once. In your current distracted state, you had no chance of winning. You steadied yourself and kicked again, this time swinging your leg up to strike his face.
“So you asking for a transfer has nothing to do with Reid hanging around Maeve?” His question made you freeze up, foot stopping right next to his face, instead of following through.
“What?” you demanded, still frozen.
“Your ‘oh so secret transfer’, does it or does it not have something to do with Reid,” he asked, pushing your foot down to the ground.
“How do you know about that?”
“Did you really think Penelope wouldn’t tell me?”
“I didn’t think she would see it until it was too late,” you grumbled, crossing your arms.
“How long has Hotch been sitting on that paperwork?”
“The first part, a week. I just turned in the rest of it earlier and I guarantee he’s going to hold it as long as he can or until I force him to file it. He’s not happy about this.”
“I don’t blame him. The team is losing a damn good agent and profiler,” Derek replied.
“The team will be fine,” you insisted, grabbing your bag from where you’d dropped it, “Don’t try to talk me out of this, I’ve already made up my mind.”
“(Y/N), no one wants you to go but we want you to be happy,” he said walking over to you. “I’m just questioning whether or not this will make you happy.”
“I’m happy. It’s just time for a change,” you said slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I have to go.”
“In more ways than one it would seem,” Derek replied, tugging you into his arms, “if you do this, I’m gonna miss you, Pretty girl.”
“I’ll miss you too,” you told him sincerely squeezing his muscular form, “but there is no if. I’m doing this.” You strode out of the gym, shoulders only slumping slightly as you questioned your decision. You sprinted to your car and drove like mad to get home. You were desperate to shake that little seed of doubt that Derek had planted in your mind about your decision before it had time to take root. “Oreo,” you called to your kitty as you opened your apartment door, “I’m sorry I’m late. Are you hungry?” you spoke as you passed through the entry but froze. Spencer was sitting on your couch with your cat curled up in his lap, just purring away. A bowl of popcorn and two beers had been casually placed on your coffee table, while Doctor Who played in the background. “Um, Spence?” you muttered, mentally kicking yourself for giving him the spare key to your apartment. The sound of your voice finally caused him to look up from the book.
“Oh (Y/N), hi,” he said closing the book and setting it on the back of the couch.
“What are you doing?” you asked, dropping your gym bag and purse on the ground before heading to the kitchen to start dinner for yourself.
“Well, I thought since we have the day off tomorrow, maybe we could do movie night?” he asked glancing over at you.
“Movie night?” you snorted, “We only do that when one of us is upset.” You shifted your weight from foot to foot as you filled a pan with water, and you could feel him staring at you. “I’m fine.”
“Clearly you’re not,” he insisted, getting up and walking to the kitchen much to Oreo’s chagrin. She pouted as she hopped up on the counter and sat by her food bowl. You shook your head at her before filling the bowl. “You’re upset about something, there’s talk of some kind of transfer, and on top of all that you’re avoiding me.”
“I am not,” you mumbled, setting the pot down on the cooktop, “I’m just working some stuff out.”
“C’mon (Y/N), I know you. You don’t do anything without getting other people’s opinions.”
“Spencer, you are the smartest person I know. So why don’t you use that big genius brain of yours, to put all that information together and figure out why I wouldn’t tell anyone,” you said turning to face him. He scrunched his eyebrows up together and you watched as the realization washed over his face.
“Probably,” you muttered, grabbing a box of spaghetti out of the pantry.
“Why? When? Where?” he asked, trying to deal with the new information.
“Sex crimes,” you replied, breaking the spaghetti over the pot, “Remember Hotch leant me to them a month ago. Before I left, Agent Tyler told me if I ever was done with BAU there’d be a job open for me in his department and I’ve decided it’s time to move on.”
“But why? I don’t understand. You were happy until like a month ago,” he said, running a hand through his hair.
“A lot can change in a month,” you mumbled, reaching over and smoothing a hand over Oreo’s fur.
“Don’t do that,” Spencer groaned, snatching your hand, “Don’t shut me out when I’m just trying to understand-”
“Well, this is one thing you can understand,” you insisted.
“Then explain it to me.”
“Why? You just said that I’m the smartest person you know.”
“Spencer, please. I am trying not to hurt you.”
“You’re already hurting me by shutting me out, so just say it!”
“I’m in love with you, damn it,” you shouted, tearing your hand away from him and wrapping both arms around yourself. Spencer froze and just stared at you. There was no way that those words had come out of your mouth, no way. Right?
“What did you say?” he asked hesitantly.
“I’m in love with you,” you repeated still hugging yourself, “and watching you fall in love with someone else is slowly killing me. I can’t do it anymore. You wanted to know, so there it is laid out plain as day. I know it’s my own fault for falling in love with my best friend who could never possibly into me that way, but I did and now that’s something that I’m going to have to deal with. I’m-” you were trying to explain but were abruptly cut off when Spencer took your face in his hands and pressed your lips together. It was your turn to freeze be confused. You settled into the kiss after a few seconds and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I don’t understand,” you muttered as you both pulled away to get some air.
“Well, I thought that would have cleared some things up,” Spencer chuckled, pressing his lips against your forehead, “but I didn’t just come here to have movie night. I came here to tell you something that I should’ve told you a long time ago, and now that you’ve expressed a positive sentiment about me this will go much more smoothly for me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, to put it plainly, a few of our coworkers knocked some sense into me in regards to feeling but JJ really hit the nail on the head. She made it obvious that I was being a coward. I was content to watch the girl that had dazzled me and ensnared my heart from the moment I met her go about her life and make connections with other people without ever stepping up and going after what I wanted. Her. I did a lot of thinking this afternoon, and I realized that she was right. I had sat by and watched you live life, date other people, have fun, while I sat on the sidelines content that if I couldn’t be with you the way I wanted to be that I could still be in your life. I could live with that, but what I can’t do is be without you in my life. You make me a better person, inspire me to do things I never would’ve dreamed of doing, listen to me when I ramble or blurt out facts, and so many other wonderful things. I’m in love with you (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I am whole heartedly and undeniably in love with you. So, here I am laying my heart out for you and hoping that, if you’ll have me, you’d be willing to hold onto that heart even though you’ve already had it for quite some time,” he replied, holding you close, smoothing a hand over your cheek and wiping away a tear that had fallen from you eye. You were speechless the confession was so beautiful. Without a second thought, you crashed your lips into his and tangled a hand in his hair. He responded immediately, arms tightening around your waist. “I’m hoping that’s a yes,” he chuckled as you parted again.
“Well duh,” you giggled and tried to stop the happy tears from running down your face as you brushed the hair away from his face. “I’m sorry I’m crying, I’m just really happy.”
“Happy tears are good.”
“I thought you and Maeve were-”
“Ah yes, that. When it first started, I think she and I were both actually considering a relationship of the romantic variety but we both realized that we were trying to replace other people who we were actually in love with,” he explained.
“Well, I- oh crap.”
“I guess I should call Hotch to see if I can cancel that transfer.”
“I think you’re safe.”
“I think Hotch hasn’t actually filed the forms yet. Penelope was snooping through the files on his computer when she found the email.”
“Well, everythign seems to have worked itself out,” you chirped happily, “and seeing as you’re here, still want to do movie night?”
“Absolutely, but first. These are for you,” Spencer said producing a bouquet of flowers from the sleeve of his cardigan.
“How did you do that?” you laughed, taking the flowers and setting them in the vase on the counter.
“A magician never reveals his secrets.”
“How on earth did I get so lucky to have you in my life?”
“I ask myself that question every single day,” Spencer admitted and kissed you again.
Title: The Voicemail, Part 3 Author:@piecesofscully Rating: PG-13 Timeline: Pre-Revival A/N: This is an unbeta’d quickie continuation of a series written with @kateyes224 . Please read parts 1 and 2 listed below, so that you have an idea of what the hell is going on.
With each step she takes, shooting pain jolts through the center of her heels as she finally enters her dark apartment. There’s a staleness to the silence now, a product of entering single-living territory again, a lifestyle of chosen loneliness she hasn’t experienced for many years. Each minute of her thirty-six hour shift sits heavily in her lumbar region, aching with ferocity as she shrugs off her coat and slings it over the back of a rarely used dining room chair.
Her phone pings loudly, its alert slicing through the quiet to announce a missed call and a voicemail. She glances at the notification, fully expecting to see another summoning from the hospital, and she grips the chair as her knees buckle.
Her cheeks flush pink with brewing embarrassment as she thinks back to a few weeks earlier, snippets of a drunkenly induced voicemail she had left him run muddily through her mind. She had been drinking that night with the sole intention of getting drunk, an impulsion she hadn’t conceded to since her rebellious teenage years, and played his voicemail thirteen times, having memorized each line around the seventh or eighth. Each time she hit ‘replay’ she was another vodka and splash of cranberry juice deeper, soaking in every venomous word he spoke.
She has no memory of thumbing through her contacts and finding his number, or pressing the ‘call’ button. She doesn’t remember hearing it ring or being directed to voicemail. The words that had erroneously poured from her liquored mouth, however, come back in hazy fragments.
“I wanted to abort my son. You know why? Because you were gone.”
“How do you find a way to be everything and nothing to me at the same time?”
“I hate that I love you. I hate myself for loving you. You’re like a disease.”
Warning, this is probably going to be a long but cute asf fanfiction!
Clarke had never loved anyone as she had loved Bellamy, watching that rocket and knowing he was on his way to safety, she felt relief wash over her. She didn’t mind dying as long as it meant the people she cared for went on. Clarke had been sure the radiation would kill her, the memory of the searing pain she felt from her bubbling skin, the feeling of the burning blood choking up in her throat would forever be planted in her mind. She’d been so sure she’d die that day, dying on a dying planet. But then Madi found her, the girl only young then, barely able to take care of herself let alone nursing Clarke until she was at full health. Those were some of the most painful days of her life. Not just the radiation seeping through her but the fact that she’d let Bellamy go, she wouldn’t see him for years to come, no more warm hugs reminding her of home, no more playful smile crossing his face even though she knew he wanted to be mad at her. Everyone she loved so far from her but they were safe and that’s all Clarke could ask for.
“Won’t you give up one day? It’s almost been six years, Clarke.” A sweet voice spoke up from behind Clarke as she finished her daily conversation with an imaginary Bellamy over the radio. Sometimes she imagined him replying, a snarky comment on how he told her nothing would happen to her, but everyday it was silent. But she’d never give up, not on Bellamy, not on Raven or the others either.
Clarke slid the radio into her torn backpack and spun to meet the sea-green eyes of the eleven year old, a bright smile dancing across Clarke’s face. The young girl reminded her of herself when she was young, full of sarcasm and spirit, something that seemed like it would never die. “What kind of role model would I be if I gave up?” Clarke grinned, ruffling Madi’s hair who swatted Clarke’s hand away.
The two had been by each others side since Clarke was able to function properly again, Madi had only been six, but somehow she knew exactly how to look after Clarke when she was in her frail state. Clarke would always remember finally waking up to no pain and bright green eyes staring down at her in wonder, Madi’s hair had been braided back reminding Clarke of Octavia. But now the young girl had grown, learning to survive from Clarke everyday, her long brunette locks only braided in separate sides of her hair now as the rest flowed down her back, eyes still full of life. Madi had been completely immune to the effects of the radiation, she was a pure night-blood that fact saving her from Praimfaya.
Madi dropped on the tipped over trunk that Clarke always sat on when she spoke to this Bellamy Madi had heard so much about. She could picture him from Clarke’s detailed stories she’d tell her before they slept, every story Clarke would somehow drift to the subject of Bellamy. Madi knew he was important to her, there was always an expression that was plastered on Clarke’s face when her mentor spoke of the freckled faced boy.
“Do you think they’re listening?” Madi asked, staring out at the scorched land, she could barely remember when everything was green and filled with life, the only place that survived now was the land Clarke and her had helped restore life into. She felt Clarke slump down beside her an unreadable expression on her face.
“I hope,” She sighed, she’d been hoping ever since the day she knew she’d survived. “But if they are why can’t they come down? I’d have thought they would have fixed the fuel thing by now.”
Madi hated seeing Clarke upset, she rested her head on Clarke’s shoulder. “I’m sure their just prepping, readying to come back. Bellamy must be dying to see you.”
Clarke’s lips lifted at the mention of the dark-haired boy. “Well I can’t wait to see him either.” Madi had never asked Clarke if Bellamy was her boyfriend, she never had the courage and she didn’t want to seem nosy, her mother had once told her to not to interfere with someone elses business. “We should head back before it gets dark, we don’t want to find a herd of cockroaches sleeping in our tent now, do we?”
Madi nudged Clarke playfully before jumping to her feet, the child in her taking over as she beamed at Clarke.
“Beat you to it.” The girl smirked waiting for Clarke to get back on her feet. Clarke wasn’t exactly the speediest, she’d learnt that over the years and she knew the little night-blood was much faster than her but she grinned.
“Your on.” Clarke chuckled, breaking into a sprint as Madi did, childish giggles leaving her lips. Clarke couldn’t help but smile, she was glad to have Madi with her, to at least give the child a fun childhood. She made sure to take Madi with her wherever she went, the girl loving the decision of adventure. Clarke allowed her to follow her up mountains and taught her all the things she knew, including using a gun. She’d gone from the strong little girl from practically six years ago to a adventurous, brave and smart child, she was up for any challenge Clarke threw at her, although Clarke never pushed her and she made sure Madi got enough sleep even if Clarke barely slept herself.
Clarke paused to catch her breath, she wasn’t eighteen anymore, she didn’t have the same energy stored within her. But she was quick after Madi as she watched Madi glide to a stop tapping the post to indicate she won, her breathing fast as she caught her breath smiling in victory.
“I’ll beat you next time.” Clarke muttered through breaths making Madi laugh but she just patted Clarke’s back.
“You keep telling yourself that, Griffin.” Sometimes Clarke wondered where all the child’s joy and snarky comments had came from, but even though sometimes she wanted to roll her eyes at them she’d always be grateful for them. “I think I’ll go and get som-”
Before she could finish her sentence a rumble shook through the sky, the sudden sound startling the pair, Clarke instinctively tugging Madi towards her. Eyes shot to the sky, their hearts thudding. They never had thunder or lightning anymore. Clarke had to squint before she was able to figure out what was happening and for a second she didn’t believe it, it took Madi a little longer to figure out but when she noticed her jaw fell open.
“Bellamy.” Clarke finished for her, eyes sparkling with something they hadn’t in six long years, the flutter in her heart beating just a little faster at the thought of seeing his puppy brown eyes again or feeling his arms around her once more. She didn’t move until she could predict where the rocket was going to land; in the sea by the looks of it. Which made sense seem as that was Raven’s whole plan in the first place, a manual landing.
Without warning Clarke had shot off, she knew the rocket would land before she got there so there was no way she’d be harmed by it’s landing. Her mind only focused on her goal; reaching Bellamy.
For once, Clarke had beaten Madi at running, she was far ahead of the young girl, determined to see for herself that she hadn’t taken any hallucinogenic nuts or that the little radiation in the atmosphere hadn’t crept into her mind to play tricks on her but when she caught a glint of silver as she emerged from the edge of the trees, the water glistening in the warm sunlight. She ignored the fact that she could barely breath from running so fast, she glanced over her shoulder as she heard Madi’s feet padding on the floor appearing beside her.
“Should we go and get them?” Her timid voice asked, she was nervous, she’d heard all about these people and she’d wanted to meet them. All the people Clarke looked up too, people who she thought of as family, something Madi had began to think of Clarke as, Clarke was the only person she had in her life and she was scared that Clarke would forget that she was there. “Won’t they drown out in the ocean like that?”
“No, the rocket’s floating for now. We can’t go into the water not until we know it isn’t electrified.” Clarke told her, crouching down to grab a pebble, warily stepping towards the sea, “Stay back.” Madi didn’t argue, watching as Clarke tossed the pebble hard causing it to clang against the rocket and plop into the water. Clarke waited for the electric but nothing happened and then her eyes travelled to the tin can bobbing in the water, waiting for a sign of life. Madi had moved to her side once more.
The two stumbled a little in surprise as a screech of metal broke through the air, Clarke knew the sound more than she’d like too. A hatch opening. Clarke ushered Madi with her to move behind a tree just in case the others react to the pebble as a threat from the outside, it was only now that Clarke realised Madi had been shaking beside her. It was rare that Madi was afraid seem as she was so brave and seeing her scared made Clarke’s heart clench.
“Hey,” Clarke whispered, her hand pushing Madi’s hair out of her face, giving the young girl a gentle smile. “They’ll love you, I promise.”
Madi opened her mouth to reply when they snapped their head in the direction where she’d heard the splash of water. Monty, Clarke thought. Then another, Monty reaching up to help. Harper, Murphy then Emori. Clarke had moved from the trees at this point, mouth slightly agape. It took minutes until they noticed the short blonde haired girls presence, none of them having words to speak. Everyone of them in shock. Echo clambered out of the machine next, smiling when she finally felt the water around her, Raven made her way out after, Clarke could see a pair of large hands helping lift her up and her heart almost stopped.
“Oh my god…” Raven whispered, stunned at seeing her old best friend before her. Bellamy must of heard, quickly climbing out without looking up.
“What-” But before he finished, he spotted her. For a split second it felt like nothing had changed, that they hadn’t been apart for six years, that Bellamy hadn’t left her side at all. “Clarke,” Her name tumbled from his lips she could barely hear it but she’d known he’d said her name. She heard Murphy mutter something like plot twist and she felt herself rolling her eyes at him as she used to. “H-how? I-I thought-”
“I’ve radioed, everyday. 2199 days, six years Bell. I never gave up.” Clarke let out, Bellamy had wadded out of the water now, the others by his side but stopping to let Bellamy welcome her first. Clarke’s eyes had filled with tears of joy. “I-I’ve missed you.”
Bellamy gave her a sad, watery eyed smile, “I’ve missed you more than you know, Clarke. W-we tried to come down. We tried to come home.”
“I tried to come home too.” Bellamy was slightly confused by her words for a moment, before a goofy smirk smeared across his lips, walking slowly towards him.
“Did you just call me your home?” Clarke stopped before him, eyes gazing into one anothers, grins dancing across both their lips.
“Damn right I did.” She smirked and the two finally crashed into one another’s arms, clinging on as though they were going to be separated again. Clarke took in his familiar scent as she felt him bury his face in her hair as he had years ago, a hug only Bellamy knew how to give. She closed her eyes, pressing a kiss on his shoulder even though she was just technically kissing his suit, he pulled slightly out of her hold, caressing her face as he did the day he’d he left earth. “Just do it.”
Bellamy smiled brightly at her words and leaned in, his lips pressing against hers, he wanted to deepen the kiss but he knew she’d want to greet the others too so it was short but he noted to make sure she knew how much he missed her later. Clarke understood why he cut it short and she pressed her forehead against his before stepping away from him greeting the others. They were all overwhelmed by seeing her but the smiles were permanently on their faces for now. Clarke felt a missing piece as she greeted everyone, she glanced over her shoulder for Madi, her eyebrows furrowing in worry. The girl was always close by her.
“Madi?” Clarke called, the name making the others look at Clarke like she’d lost her marbles but Clarke’s face relaxed as a familiar brunette appeared from behind the trees. “I thought you were right behind me, I’d like you to meet-”
“Bellamy, Raven, Monty, Murphy, Echo and Emori.” Madi shrugged, murmurs had erupted behind Clarke but Clarke held out her hand to the girl, Clarke’s smile giving her confidence. They hadn’t interacted with any other humans than one another for so long that it almost scared her to shake Bellamy’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Clarke talks of you everyday.”
Clarke’s cheeks burned when Bellamy smirked, side glancing Clarke before his attention fell back on the little girl. “I’m glad you were here to keep her company, I imagine you were fairly young when the two of you met.”
“I saved her life.” Madi announced proudly, smiling at Clarke who returned the smile.
“I think she did pretty well for a six year old.” Clarke smirked, then turned to Raven. “Raven, Madi, Madi, meet the genius mechanic that saved everyone’s life more than we could ever count.”
“It’s a pleasure,” Madi nodded, holding out her hand and Raven shook it, still staring at Madi in amazement.
Madi nodded, “The last of them, yes. My mother was an outcast, we never really interfered with Polis or the Commanders so I was never trained, not that I’d need to be, Clarke had been an amazing teacher.” Madi complimented, Clarke bowed her head at the compliment, she hadn’t even taught Madi everything.
“Technically Bellamy taught me how to use a gun and I taught you so really, I didn’t do it alone.” Clarke shrugged, a shy smile on her face as Madi rolled her eyes playfully at Clarke.
“Stop being humble, Princess. The girl’s complimenting you.” Bellamy grinned, the nickname was something she hadn’t exactly thought of much but when it fell out of his mouth, she felt as though she melted her eyes filled with nothing but love and awe.
There we are, I warned you it would be long lol. I wasn’t sure whether to make it longer but I feel like this is long enough, that finale just inspired me to write and honestly I love the idea of this Madi character I imagine Clarke and Bellamy treating her as their own when he comes down. Plus she’s so adorable! I hope you enjoyed!!
@obidad-kenobi Here’s the finished version just in case you wanted to read it. (STILL DYING OF FEELS FROM THIS EPISODE!!)
You wanna write something for Zarya? Could you do a first date with her and her s/o?
Thank you! I finally get to write for her :)
She wanted to go somewhere where she could show off her muscles. Seriously, it’d get you flustered and she always thought that was adorable.
But she wanted to go somewhere where you’d be able to talk. She wanted to know more about you and that’s when you suggested going for a walk.
(She might’ve said yes just because it was your idea)
It was a warm day and of course people were staring - I mean, a woman with muscles? But she didn’t care. She was here with you and no one else.
“But yeah, I train a lot” she smiled - and flexed to ‘prove it’. With a smile and a faint blush covering your cheeks you nodded, “I wish I could stick to a schedule like that…”. “Maybe ve can train together?” she suddenly suggested as the both of you came closer to the entrance of the park. (Have you really been walking that much?)
“Really? Are you sure?” you grinned, hoping this meant a second date. “Yes, why not?” Zarya shrugged, “Maybe next Saturday?”. “I’d like that” you smiled as you both stopped at the entrance.
“Well, I should head home now” you smiled, “It’s getting dark”. “Maybe I should valk vith you, it might be unsafe if you valk alone” she asked you which made you stifle a chuckle, “You’ll protect me?”. “Of course” she nodded as she now followed you (to make sure you’d be safe, of course)
going to be better,” Gemma determinedly announced to her mirror. “I’m going to
impress in all my classes; get my work quickly finished in lab; and then go to
the library to catch up on the material I missed this morning. It’s going to be
a good, productive day.”
reflection stared doubtfully back at her, cheeks tinged with pink and soft
wisps of curls framing her tear-swollen face. Gemma bit her lip uncertainly,
hoping that no one else would notice this or the faint scrape beneath her
cheek, which she’d covered up with makeup the best that she could. The temptation to
crawl back into bed pulled at her, but it was ultimately her resolve to ensure
that these morning affirmations would be realized that had her stepping into a
pair of shoes and hurrying down the stairs instead.
Gemma made to
grab her backpack, but hesitated when her stomach gave a rumble of protest that
she’d be leaving without breakfast. Remembering Gus’ concern that he hardly
ever saw her eat and suddenly self-consciously aware that her trousers were
sitting lower on her hips than usual, she left her backpack where it was and
doubled-back into the kitchen for some food.
Hello I saw that we can do requests how about google trying to figure out what this feeling (love) that he has toward the reader and I don't know where to go from there. thank you I hope you have a great day! Love your writing!!
You volunteered to watch after Google a few months ago, Mark was having a few problems with the poor ego and you took him in. He was an absolute angel most of the time, as long as you never asked him to do any chores. Sometimes you could get him to help out but not often. Lately though he’s been acting quite weird. He will sometimes just stare at you while you work. It doesn’t bother you much, to be honest you’ve grown quite fond of the Google and like having him around, it’s nice to have someone around.
Today you were doing laundry when google stopped you, “Y/N. What does loneliness feel like?” He asked, you frowned putting the laundry basket down.
“Loneliness? It feels like…there’s something missing, something important, and you miss it” You explained slowly, he looked slightly confused, but nodded walking off.
He was fine for a little while before he asked you another odd question, “Y/N, what does pain feel like? “ he asked while you were both walking through a park, you paused. You turned to him frowning, “Pain? Pain comes in many forms. A child feels pain when he falls and skids his knee. Someone can feel pain when the one they love isn’t with them. It comes in all sorts of ways” You said to him. He registered this information and continued walking.
It went on like this for awhile, him asking you questions about different emotions and you answering them. It didn’t surprise you when he came to you while reading a book. He looked at you strangely before speaking, “What is love?” he asked simply you smiled at him, love is what you feel for someone very close to you. Someone you couldn’t imagine living without. It feels warm and fuzzy, and it’s nice” you said to him. He stared at you for a long time before smiling. It was the first time you’d seen him smile like that, so full of happiness, “Y/N, I feel pain when you talk to Mark, or when Darkiplier tries to get in your head. I’m lonely when you so much as leave the room, or go out with Mark and his friends. Y/N. I love you. And that is entirely new to me. And I’m not sure what to do with this information. But I love you” he said. You were speechless. You put the book down and smiled at the man in front of you. He looked at you and opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off with a gentle peck to his lips. “I love you too, Google”.
This was so much fun to write! It took awhile but it was totally worth it!
me: oh my god. i did it. i finally actually did it. i went a whole day without thinking about arc v. oh. my. god. my brain: hoe. maybe u didn’t actually think about arc v but you spent the entire fucking day staring at god knows how many pictures of yuya sakaki and going “oh my god” softly. me: okay but that’s just what happens when i’m not thinking tho
I discovered an old drawing of mine on Deviantart, and for no reason I decided to re-draw it! I’m a lot more fond of this new style I’ve found now! I also messed with some shading and linework techniques for my comic.
To be honest, I’ve been staring at the two drawings next to each other for the past 10 minutes, and it’s so cool to see my improvement over the past year!! I don’t think I’ve been this proud of myself for months. Thank you, @therealjacksepticeye for being the main source of all this improvement. Your constant encouraging words helped with my self-confidence and my passion for art. <3
Please give credit if you post this on other websites!
This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth.
“Bellamy…are you up
there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”
“I only woke up
yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker
in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the
radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you
“Bellamy, my mom was
right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at
me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I
hope you aren’t either.”
His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down
to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.
Summary: Park Jimin had it all — good grades, a place as the soccer team’s captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campus’ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.
A/N:Can you believe that I managed to come up with a quick update? Me neither.
Monotone, drowning in tedium — that was how your first Monday class begun. Somewhere deep inside your mind, you could hear your teacher going on about an empty subject, filling the air inside the classroom with disconex sentences and incomprehensible claims; your own perception far beyond the yellowed walls of that room. Perhaps, sitting on the last row was not helping your lack of focus; but, much to your personal bliss, Jennie was right next to you, taking the notes you would make sure to use later.
In all honesty, your mind was in the same location as before: the party. Equivalent to what unfolded during the weekend, the story repeated itself amidst your tired daydreams; dragging your consciousness towards the bubbling, divergent feelings inside your chest. Unlike what you first expected, the anguish and guilt of your acts did not last longer than the ride back to your dorm, instead morphing into a sense of curiosity. After all, there were so many details that you waited to be presented with — the second step, the collateral damage it would have on your friendship and, more than anything, Jimin’s reaction.
You just did not expect it would come that instant.
The cloudy preoccupations of your chaotic thoughts dissipated as a light buzz sounded below you, your phone lighting up with a new notification. With a frown, you stared down at the illuminated screen, eyes falling to the white text.
The second you read it, your heart skipped a beat.
i went to a weird tech high school where you were pretty much allowed to do almost anything, and you were given an expensive macbook laptop to do ur homework and other shit on. its like normal high school except u could get up and go to the bathroom whenever and not get into trouble (kids asked anyway who am i kidding we feared getting yelled at jus for needing to take a whizz)
and one day, first year, two months in, the school had a big gathering because they were having a problem. yknow, with the expensive macbook laptops.
they were getting cease and desist warnings from dreamworks because somebody was downloading 25 illegal digital copies of the bee movie, every day, for two weeks straight. they were being threatened with lawsuits, so the principal and vice principal basically rounded up all these meme-infused teenagers, and told them, “stop downloading the bee movie. we could get shut down because of you. please stop.”
and it went on for another week because, whoever this kid was, hated this school so much. so much so that they tried to have it shut down in the most fucking ridiculous way possible. by downloading the bee movie, staring jerry seinfield, as many times as possible. illegally.
i remember one early morning, after i got my breakfast burrito, some friends ushered me over to one of the lunch tables and pointed to another friend’s computer. a pirating site was open, and the kid who was responsible was actually a friend of mine. they looked at me, the biggest shit-eating grin on their face, and pointed to, you guessed it, 25 illegal digital copies of jerry seinfelds the bee movie downloading all at once on internet explorer.
the real kicker was that, since the laptops were technically purchased and owned by the school, they werent tied to any of the kids legally. just the school as a whole. so no names or faces were mentioned at all in the illegal downloadings of almost 100+ copies of the bee movie, staring jerry seinfeld.