is not wonderful enough for you

The world’s pretty fucked, isn’t it? What we get to see is this kind of young liberal utopia of different colours and sizes and people. It’s a wonderful thing and it needs to be celebrated, especially in lights of such travesties. I mean…we’re from Manchester, you know what I’m talking about.. I just wanna dedicate this song to anybody, from any walk of life, who’s ever felt ostracized or maligned or felt like you’re not good enough for any reason
—  Matty before playing Loving Someone in Ottawa, Canada

guide to falling out of love

i. go back to the places where you felt safe. examine your feelings, do you still feel safe on your own? become self reliant.

ii. go grocery shopping. select your memories like frozen peas and wonder bread. most you won’t like to remember, some you will be grateful for.

iii. invent new emotions for yourself, like how a tree feels when the wind blows through it. you are an open window.

iv. find words to describe yourself in ways they never would. observe how your eyelashes make tender shadows on your cheek, how the soft fabric of your favorite teeshirt touches your skin. it is enough.

v. fall in love with everything else. become addicted to morning sunlight and the weeds on your lawn. the moths hovering around your porch light are meant to be there. invite them in.

Clarifying

Obv. I shortened the answers just to be concise, but I’ll expand on a few things that people are wondering about:

Skull pic - Mark was absolutely sincere talking about this, and this was a VERY casual fun setting (he’s quite charming and fit irl!). First he explained how the original artist was charging loads of cash to use his print, and they decided enough of that. They had Arwel make a skull, which was a print over a light box (blah blah lil pics of ACD, you’ve heard that before). When shot however, the other lights would hit it - did he say “oddly”? I forget the exact word. It would look too glaring, and like a postage stamp stuck on the wall (pantomimes that). So they changed it. Original question girl follows up “you turned it down?” And Mark replied “no, no, it was done in post” and a comment that “there’s really nothing more to it”

Budget: Mark and Sue both talked about how Sherlock was a huge hit, people think they are rolling in dosh ($) to get them made, but it’s the BBC, and it’s just not that way. Sue made a quip about how she’s the boss, but it’s not all in her hands (paraphrasing there - I have an excellent memory for dialogue, so most of this you can take as quite accurate). Arwen described drawing the “bond lair” - his words- and showing them the pics and then pantomimed jaw dropping astonishment from the team. He followed up with talking about how such a huge set was difficult to bring in on budget. In all the talks of $ there was a slight note of bitterness, or disbelief. SLIGHT note, they are British, but definitely there. I’m very sure they weren’t making it up.

Lights- I was unclear earlier on what Arwel said - he talked at length that there were 3 sets and a location every time they went down the stairs, so you’re literally seeing 2 different ceiling lights because you’re seeing two different sets. I mushed it up with the skull stuff earlier, sorry. He also spoke about how hard they try for continuity, but stuff just gets lost, and “every time you hand an actor a prop, they break it” and followed with a funny anecdote about Eccles and (forget) both IMMEDIATELY broke their first sonic screwdriver.

I’ll have more tonight for you hopefully! Glad I can share stuff with you. Do you wanna see more pics or is that boring?

anonymous asked:

Bts reacting to a rzcy pic of you

Jin:

Okay, Jin would be slightly taken aback. He’d pick up his phone after feeling it buzz to find a picture of you, pulling on a tank top just enough to reveal the tops of your breasts, but not enough to fully expose yourself. Couple that with you gently biting your bottom lip and gazing into the camera, Jin is sure to be a blushing blubbering mess. He’d frantically look around to double check he was the only one in the room then he’d hunker down, phone held close to his face so he could fully appreciate the wonderful photo in solitude. He’d make sure you knew how he felt when he got that photo the next time you two were alone.

Yoongi:

Yoongi was certainly not a virgin to receiving rather “bold” pictures of you. In fact, he had become so accustomed to it that whenever he saw your name appear on his phone screen, he’d automatically turn the device away from anyone’s line of sight except his own. This time was no exception. When Yoongi saw a teaser of what you had sent him on his lock screen, he immediately stood from his chair and excused himself from the office where the rest of the boys were. When he knew he was safe behind the locked bathroom door, Yoongi unlocked his phone to find a picture of you laying in bed wearing the lacy black two piece lingerie that he loved so much, paired with the caption “coming home soon?”. A smile grew across his face as his lust for you settled in.

“very soon.” he responded before thinking of an excuse to get out of his meeting early.   

Hoseok:

Hobi isn’t exactly great with his poker face. It was a hot day and you were lounging by a pool wearing a very low cut bikini top and some rather skimpy bottoms. The over exposing bathing suit made your confidence levels skyrocket. You pulled out your phone and snapped a pick of your body, squeezing your arms together to accentuate your breasts, then sent the picture to Hoseok with the caption “wish you were here!”. Upon receiving the photo, Hobi gasped, peaking the interest of Jungkook and Taehyung who were now demanding to know what was on Hoseok’s phone screen. He held the phone tightly against his chest as he frantically fought off his younger brothers and fled the room. When he got into the hallway, he took a moment to catch his breath and cool his red cheeks before unlocking the phone again to admire your photo.

He wished he was there too. 

Namjoon:

It was date night for you two and Namjoon was treating you to dinner at one of Seoul’s finest food establishments. You decided to wear your extremely figure hugging red dress paired with black stilettos and a bold makeup look. Before Namjoon got to your house, you took a picture of yourself in front of your full-length mirror, hiking up the side of your dress to reveal more than it already was. You sent it to your boyfriend with the question “What do you think?”. When Namjoon got the text, his stomach jolted with excitement and his pupils dilated with desire. He typed back with shaking, eager hands, “Change of plans. We’re staying in tonight. I’m on my way over now. Keep that dress on.” 

Jimin:

Jimin, being the little squish that he is, would blush so hard he’d have to cover his face with his hands to keep the other members from teasing him too much. You sent a picture of you sitting cross-legged on your bed in one of his oversized t-shirts which was hiked up to reveal the lace of your underwear perfectly hugging the curve of your butt. He jolted so hard when the picture appeared on his screen, that he almost dropped his phone and showed the photo to the other boys. His cheeks burned red and he tried to cover his embarrassment with his hands but it was no use. He quickly slipped out of the room before any of the boys could grow suspicious of him and looked at the photo once more, a smile growing on his face. 

“Why are you doing this to meee?” he texted back, trying to gather himself before going back into the room with his members. 

Taehyung:

Blame it on his impeccable acting skills but Tae is very good at hiding his emotions. He was playing video games with Jungkook when his phone went off to signify that he received a text. He put down his controller and grabbed his phone. On his screen was a picture of you wearing a very small crop top which was pulled up enough to show that you were not wearing a bra, which also meant that your nipples were peeking through the thin fabric.

“like my new shirt?” you asked him.

His whole body went rigid as he stared at the photo. He sat in silence long enough for Jungkook to ask if something was wrong. At the sound of his younger brother’s voice, Tae snapped back to reality and stood up, muttering about needing to take care of something before slipping out the front door. 

“I’m coming over.” he sent you as he raced to your house.

Jungkook:

Jungkook was alone in the dance studio, working on perfecting his new choreography. When he heard his phone buzz against the wood floor, he decided now was a good time to take a break. His face lit up when he saw your name appear on his phone screen, but his stomach quickly dropped when he saw what you had sent him. You were wearing an oversized black t-shirt, that hung over your shoulder far enough to show off your lacy red bra, which you had bought specifically for him. 

“Just a little something for you to look forward to when you get home. Don’t over work yourself, okay? xoxo” you sent him. 

His breath faltered while sweat dripped down his face, and it wasn’t because of all the dancing he’d been doing. He smiled to himself as he wondered how he got so lucky to have a girlfriend like you. 

“Actually I was just getting ready to take a break. I’ll be over in a few” he sent back before calling it a night on his dance practice. 

TURИ S3E1 Deleted Scene
  • (For those who don't have access. Keep in mind, this is very bare-bones and fails to capture the full effect, but should give you some idea of the scene. There's a lot of back-and-forth, close-up cuts between Ben, Washington, and a medium shot of both of them. I did not detail every time this happens.)
  • -
  • [The shot looks out from inside a tent. It is Night. Ben approaches, walking past one guard to enter the tent.]
  • Ben: Sir.
  • [The shot turns to reveal a long table. Washington sits at the other end, quill in hand and surrounded by paperwork. He glances up, studies Ben for several seconds before taking a breath and laying his quill down.]
  • Washington: I'm reviewing General Orders to be published tomorrow. I seem to recall requesting you write the report on the execution of Col. Bradford and Sgt. Hickey.
  • [Ben seems taken aback]
  • Ben: Yes sir (he approaches) you should have it, sir. (touches a piece of paper) It's, uh, it's right here in front of you.
  • Washington: (casually) You were to detail their final words. Their confession to counterfeiting. Instead, you make them sound like villains, and unrepentant ones.
  • Ben: Which is the truth.
  • Washington: (smiling) Yet it doesn't ring true. Men seldom revel in their evil in the gallows.
  • Ben: Well, I don't see them as men.
  • Washington: You don't?
  • Ben: No, sir.
  • Washington: (looking at his paper instead of Ben, speaks softly) What do you see them as?
  • Ben: ...scum. traitors. Tories.
  • Washington: (keeps writing) My mother could be considered a Tory...
  • Ben: (visibly distressed) Sir, you know that I mean-
  • Washington: -that's not the point. (looks at Ben) The point is discretion. As you yourself have stressed.
  • Ben: But don't you see? In the interest of discretion, we're protecting the reputation of /snakes/.
  • Washington: (smiles broadly, as if amused) And what do you think the Tories would call your friend, Woodhull, if they catch him?
  • Ben: (pauses, shifts) The same thing that they called my friend, Nathan Hale. An enemy spy.
  • Washington: Hm. The low sort. Not even a man. (evenly) Your thoughts were with Hale when you saw those men hanged.
  • Ben: (looks away) Yes sir.
  • Washington: When you see /any/ man hanged.
  • Ben: (looks down) Yes, sir.
  • Washington: And how many executions have you witnessed?
  • Ben: (looks to Washington) Fourteen, sir.
  • Washington: But Hale is not like Hickey. For his cause was just.
  • (Ben Nods)
  • Washington: (pauses, seems to consider) Do you remember his final words?
  • Ben: Of course. They were inspired by Cato, which we performed together at Yale.
  • (Ben looks away, seems to struggle for a moment)
  • Ben: "I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country,"
  • Washington: (smiles, nods) Hm, very good. (with a small laugh) Except, he never said it. (lowers voice) /We/ did.
  • [Ben frowns, confused. Washington reaches over and pushes out a chair for him. Ben hesitates before sitting.]
  • Washington: When I received the news from Captain Montressor, Gen. Howe's Aide de Camp, it described Hale behaving with great composure and resolution. (Ben nods) Before hanging, he said he thought it the duty of every good officer to obey any order given him by his Commander in Chief.
  • (Ben appears greatly troubled by this)
  • Washington: He wished to be seen as a soldier, not a spy. He wasn't selflessly thinking of his country, but rather his own reputation. How his death would be received by his family, upon learning their son was a spy.
  • (Ben remains silent and still further troubled. He mouths he word 'no' once.)
  • Washington: (softly) Yes. We altered what he said. And thus converted a failed mission into an act of martyrdom. I imagine Captain Hale would approve.
  • (Ben continues to look uncomfortable, shifting and closing his eyes, finally looks up at Washington)
  • Ben: And so you think the Tories will turn these assassins into martyrs as well?
  • Washington: (emphatically) Not if we brand them as forgers first. Though it must be convincing. Our conflict with His Majesty erupted into full war over a single page of words on paper. The great contest we now find ourselves in is over whose word will be the final one.
  • Ben: (somewhat thickly, forced) I understand, sir. But, with respect, I'm afraid I cannot be the one to write it.
  • Washington: (momentarily looks away, looks back) Then I will write it.
  • (Ben immediately and wordlessly stands, returns the chair, and after a minute bow hurries away. Washington watches him leave, expression neutral.)
OTP- Part 1- Love Notes

Okay so I know I said I was going to have the network write this but I kinda stole it back because nobody was doing anything (myself included) and I liked the prompt too much so hERE WE ARE!

Genre: Fluff fluff fluff and maybe some angst at some point

Word Count: 932


“You probably do not feel the same, but I simply cannot hold it in any longer. I like you, a lot. From your jet-black fringe to your blue-green eyes with their hint of yellow, to the black Converse on your feet, I admire every inch of you. Despite these wonderful physical features, it’s quite obvious to me that your most admirable trait is your heart. I can only hope this heart is big enough to accept me in it, despite the fact that I cannot yet reveal my identity. I forgive you for my cowardice, but I hope to one day remove the mask I have placed over myself through this note.

Forever yours, 

Your secret admirer.”

Phil read the note to Dan, who sat faking a curious look. “A secret admirer?” 

“Yeah. I found it in my locker. I don’t know who could have left it there.”

“Maybe it’s not really for you? It could have been a mistake.”

“It can’t be. It’s got a detailed description of me, right down to the eyes. How did they even know that?” 

“I don’t know…” Dan immediately regretted going into so much detail. 

“Let’s review what we know. The admirer has been close enough to me to notice every shade of my eyes, and they know my locker number. It could be nearly anyone.” 

Leaning up against the cafeteria wall, Dan let on naivety. “Anyone.” 

“I’ll ask around. I wish our friends knew more girls…” He said, getting up and heading to another table. 

Dan let out a sigh, now alone. He knew Phil was bisexual, but he wished he would open his mind a bit more. He would have been fine with dating a guy, but he for some reason couldn’t comprehend that one liked him. Society had molded him into such a closed-minded person at such a young age that he couldn’t break out of this box. Pulling out his notebook, he transferred all the information he just took in from Phil into a new note. 


“Dearest Philip,

Your cheerful and loving nature continues to entrance me and inspire me to write to you. My trail of cowardice continues, as I shan’t reveal my identity yet. Alas, I will tell you a bit about myself. I am a freshman, the same as you, and I have eyes and hair of chestnut. Most importantly of all, perhaps, I may be closer to you than you think.” Phil looked up from the note he pulled from his locker. “I may be closer to you than you think. What could that mean?” 

“Maybe they’re a friend?” Dan attempted to sound clueless. 

“Oh, that can’t be. You’re my only good friend. Chestnut eyes and hair…” Phil stared into Dan’s chestnut eyes as he spoke. “Who do we know that has chestnut hair and eyes?” 

“I only know myself.”

“I’ll look through last year’s yearbook and try to find some girls with chestnut hair and eyes. I’ll keep you updated!” Phil raced off to find a yearbook, leaving Dan shaking his head. 

“So oblivious…” He smiled at the boy as he ran off down the hallway towards yet another wrong answer. 


The next morning, Dan walked alongside Phil to his locker. “Nothing. I gave a handwriting test to every girl I could find, and none of them matched the notes. I’ve tried every girl in the freshman class. What else is there to do?” He threw open his locker to find another note, opening it up and reading it aloud. 

“Today I shall give you a break from your constant attempts to reveal my identity. Instead, I shall remind you of why I am here in the first place. Philip, you are the sweetest, the most kindhearted boy I know. I have had my eye on you for a long time, but have just now gotten the courage to speak to you, even anonymously. When my identity is finally revealed, you will probably become annoyed with my lack of ability to simply speak up, and I apologize. I care too much for you to risk losing you over something as idiotic as a crush. 

Until I write again, 

Your secret admirer.”

Phil’s face showed pure confusion. “I care too much for you to risk losing you? I’m now confident I must know this girl well. I just can’t think of anyone it could possibly be.” 

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually. Or, maybe they won’t be discovered until they really want to. They’re doing a pretty good job of hiding it so far.” 

“You’ve got that right.” Phil sighed as the bell rang for first period. “I’ll see you next period.” Dan headed off to his first class to restlessly wait until he would meet Phil again in his second. 


Phil ran to his locker before second period to get his binder. Opening the creaky door, he found yet another note lying on top of his books. Grabbing his binder, he read it as he walked to second period. 

“Sweetest Philip, 

Oh how oblivious you are. It’s quite adorable, in my opinion. However, your struggles sadden me as well, so I will help you. The reason you haven’t figured out my identity yet is simple: you’ve only searched 50% of the freshman class.”

Phil reached his English classroom and sat down in his desk beside Dan, setting the note on the desk. As he threw his things down, something dawned on Phil. His closed mind had screwed him over yet again. His admirer was correct; he had searched only half of the student population: the female half. Phil’s secret admirer was a boy. 

Hello Neighbour

Characters: Tony x Reader

Summary: Living next door to Tony Stark is, unsurprisingly, a little bit of a nightmare but how much could you take before you are seriously planning to sneak in and murder the inconsiderate ass in his sleep?

Word Count: 2041 words

Prompt “You’re my new neighbor, but I know you’re stealing my wifi to watch porn. Can you not?”

A/N:  This is for @bionic-buckyb and her fabulous challenge.  Thanks for the prompt sweetie. xx

You weren’t usually a passive aggressive note kinda person and as you found yourself scribbling yet another post-it note for the inconsiderate asshole who had moved into the apartment next door you let out a frustrated growl.  It had started innocently enough.  The wonderful, amazing gay couple that you adored moved out into a gorgeous, much larger condo and you had waited the arrival of your new neighbour with a little trepidation but general hope.  You had been at work when they moved in and upon entering the hall you’d had to climb over several boxes just strewn about the place with a frown.  It was okay though, perhaps they were moving in by themselves and with the parking restrictions had to get everything in the building as quickly as possible.  You got how stressful moving was so you let it slide.  When the thumping bass caused your bed to vibrate so much it woke you at 3am you had simply taken a steadying breath and tried to focus on the fact that your new neighbour was still unpacking at this hour and deserved your pity, the music was probably just to keep them awake to finish what they could.

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Fanfiction in the fandom

Something I’ve noticed recently is that fan blogs and fan sites will always interview fanartists and give them praise and thanks … but never fanfiction writers.

We’re ignored. I guess we’re not cool enough? Or maybe we’re still the embarrassing fandom friend that everyone hangs out with … just not in public. Because, “shaaaaaaame! You read fanfic, lol?”

It’s kind of hurtful that no matter how much the fandom tells that they love and need our work, they’re still not will willing to acknowledge us in any meaningful way.

And people wonder why fanfiction writers vanish into thin air and leave behind unfinished fics. Well, treat us like nothing and nothing is what we’ll become.

Just food for thought.

here’s a post for those with derma who also have acne! i know how that feels. 

i know how it is to look at the red bumps on your face and want to rip and tear and pick them all off. 

i know how it feels to want to put antibiotic ointment on your cuts, but knowing it will just make your acne worse. i know how it feels to want to apply acne cream to your pimples, but knowing that will just infect your cuts. 

i know how it is to know everyone is thinking, “oh, they tried to pick their acne and it didn’t work.” 

i know how it is to see others with acne who don’t have dermatillomania, and to wonder how they do it. 

worse, i know how it feels to see someone that in your opinion has perfect skin and feel shame and jealousy.

having acne is hard enough, but trying to beat dermatillomania on top of that can be hell. you are super brave and strong, and appearances absolutely don’t matter. you are you, no matter what you look like. i know it’s painful and horrible, but your acne will clear and your derma will lessen. for now, just hold your head high and know that you are beautiful. 

i need to know

i get upset
when you’re not up
at 4:14 am
when i miss you
the most

i wonder often
where you are
what you’re doing
how you are

i drive myself insane
worrying about you
not that you care

i just miss you
at all the hours

of the night

i wish you’d
miss me too

you’d miss me enough
to call me up
to tell me everything

to give me the answers
i deserve
give explanation to why
you left me hanging

i want to know
why you cared
why you stuck around
why you hate me now
why you flipped on me

Lie Down (Rydam)

A break in your regularly schedule Reyder programming for a little fluffy Rydam. I’m pretty sure I have like…two Rydam followers so I really hope you see it! :P


Sara was beginning to wonder if anyone had brought anything but EDM to Andromeda. The music was loud - and bordering on obnoxious - but Prodromos’ settlers didn’t seem to mind. The colony was expanding, its coffers were swelling, and its inhabitants’ lives were slowly growing easier. These people had more than enough reason to celebrate.

And Liam Kosta threw one hell of a party.

Sara was cowering by the bar. She used the term loosely, of course, because the bar was just the spot where Liam had decided to distribute the booze. She used the clamour by the liquor crates as a milling human shield, placing it squarely between herself and anyone who looked like they might try to strike up a conversation. She tried not to wince when the bassline shook her aching skull. She tried not to glower when the lights began to strobe. She nursed her beer against her chest, forcing a smile whenever a passer-by made eye contact. August Bradley looked her over with concern when he drifted a little too close - but Sara turned on her heel and fled.

A planet like Eos was perfect for an outdoor party. Liam had managed to scrounge up some tarpaulins, though God only knew which settler he’d convinced to part with them. Sara had seen him out here earlier in the day, scrambling around in the sand while he and the other party planners struggled to string up their cobbled-together pavilion. He’d been bare-chested, of course. That went without saying.

The night was cool, but it wasn’t cold. The air was still, but not oppressive. Sara was grateful for it when she slipped away. She’d never find peace and quiet here; not unless she buried her head in the sand - but the thumping music faded a little when she crested the nearest dune. The sharpest edges of her headache dulled.

Sara was exhausted. “SAM? You’ll warn me if anything tries to sneak up on me, right?”

“Yes, Pathfinder. Do you intend to sleep?”

Sara only grunted in response. She tried to settle down onto her haunches to enjoy the rest of her drink - but her jelly legs wobbled a little too violently, and she flopped down onto her back instead. She watched her beer drain away into the sand.

She sighed. “Fuck.”

“Dr. T'Perro has asked me to remind you that the Alliance Navy recommends active personnel maintain a healthy sleeping schedule.”

“I do keep a healthy sleeping schedule. And I’m not Alliance Navy.”

“The demands placed upon an Alliance marine are similar to those placed upon you, but the comparison is not truly necessary. Four hours of sleep per night is not considered healthy for humans in any occupation.”

“I slept in this morning, SAM.”

“That was not sleep, Pathfinder. Mr. Kosta pointed out as much.”

Sara snorted. She sometimes wondered if SAM’s apparently unintentional references to her sex life were really as unwitting as they sounded. They couldn’t be - right?

“Whatever you say,” she muttered. “But it was definitely relaxing.”

A quiet laugh sounded somewhere behind her, and Sara’s stomach tried to drop down through her spine. She twisted around, already fumbling for some way to explain herself - but it was only Liam. Thank god.

He lay down beside her on the sand. “Don’t stop talking ‘cause of me.” He was sweaty from dancing - and a little breathless, too.

“You’re hoping for an ego boost,” Sara accused. She rolled over onto her side so she could hook her chin over his shoulder, fishing around in the space between them until her fingers found his hand. “What would you like to hear?”

Liam grinned at her. His eyes were just a little bit unfocused; his smile just a little bit sloppy. “I don’t need to fish, Sara. I know I liked it. Know you did, too.”

Sara laughed. “You’re not wrong.” She didn’t have the energy for much else, so she pressed a brief kiss to the top of his shoulder. “Great party, by the way.”

Liam shrugged, letting the compliment roll off him like he did so much else. “You get good at celebrating when even the small things are a win. We used to put street parties together for people back in HUSTL - you know, once the dust settled and people stopped bleeding.”

“You’re good at this. Connecting with people.”

“Guess I am,” he replied. He smiled a vaguely tipsy smile, turning his head to brush a kiss across her lips - then paused, brows pulling together while he examined her. “You look really tired.”

Sara sighed into his mouth. “I am tired, Liam.”

“Want to go back to the Tempest?”

“No. This is your night, and I don’t want to cut it short.” She pushed herself up onto her elbows, intending to stagger upright -

But Liam kept hold of her hand. “Lie down with me.”

Sara sighed. “Liam, really -”

“I could use some sleep,” he persisted. His smile turned sly - but it was the slyness of a man who’d had one too many beers. It was painfully obvious. It was achingly sweet. “You wouldn’t just leave me here, right?”

She thought about protesting. She thought about dragging him back to the party he’d worked so hard to make perfect; maybe stumbling onto the dancefloor with her fingers curled into his shirt. She shouldn’t let her failings bring him down. She shouldn’t let exhaustion -

Liam’s hand travelled up to her collar, tugging at it with gentle insistence. “Lie down with me.”

And Sara did. Her eyes were closed before she’d even hit the sand. Liam stretched his arm around her shoulders, hugging her to his chest, and Sara nuzzled in as close as she could get. Several moments passed in almost-silence, the persistent throbbing music fading.

“Love you,” Liam murmured into her hair.

But Sara was already asleep.

AU meets Canon –– Origins

[A drabble introduction to the alternate universe hinted at HERE. ]

The blood in the winter-sharp air is thick enough to make breathing near impossible – his Alpha’s blood, his sister’s blood – as he slams through the half unhinged door and into the blackened shell of their childhood home.

They haven’t set foot here in six years. He hasn’t stood in this hall since it was bright and welcoming, bursting with life. The contrast now – the blackened walls, the ashen scent blending with his sister’s blood, the unshakable permeation of death…

Derek.” Laura’s voice shakes him from his stupor. They don’t have time for his breakdown, not even now, not after…

Especially after…

He hauls Laura further into the house, into the shell of the living room. There are bare bones of a couch and some badly burnt remnants of what he knows used to be a coffee table, but he settles Laura against the wall instead – furthest from the windows, along the same wall as the door into the foyer so he’ll get first look of anyone bursting in – and takes stock of her injuries.

She’s an Alpha, which is probably the only reason she’s still alive right now. The way the beta had torn into her, teeth clamping down on her shoulder, nearly tearing it right off her…

It had been hanging by too sparse a connection of muscle and vein the whole run over here. Laura had been holding her arm on while Derek had focused on keeping an eye out for a new attack, on carrying her, and later helping her stumble along beside him.

But she is healing, and that is the important thing. She is healing, and he needs to concentrate on that, and not on the fact that they were sitting in the house where the rest of their family had died six years ago. Not on the fact that…

“That was Peter.” The words slip out against his will, fast and wild and practically begging for a denial. For Laura to contradict him, to tell him he’d been imagining it, even though they both knew the only reason the beta had gotten a jump on them at all was because Laura had stalled when she’d seen his face.

“Derek…”

Her hand, sticky and warm, comes down on his shoulder, and he realizes he’s shaking. This is all too much. Coming back to Beacon Hills, kneeling in this house where the worst nightmare of his life had taken place, seeing his own uncle – his supposedly comatose uncle – try to tear his sister apart right in front of him. If he hadn’t been there to claw at Peter’s back, to distract him long enough for Laura to stumble a safe distance backward, for Peter to reassess the situation and go shooting away into the trees…

“He almost killed you, Laur.”

“But he didn’t.” The words come out hard, fierce, and comforting. He leans forward, burying his head against her neck on the good side, breathing deep, latching onto the scent of his alpha past the scent of ash and death and blood.

“If I lost you, I don’t know what I’d…”

“Shh,” she’s still slumped down against the wall, all her energy going into healing, but she still manages to curl her good hand around his neck, smoothing soothingly over his nape. “You’ll never have to worry about that, baby brother. It’s me and you, ok?”

Derek nods, feels the tremors begin to ease.

“Me and you.”

.-.-

“This is a terrible plan,” Derek intones for probably the twentieth time, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets as he trails to a halt outside the intimidating front doors of the Sheriff’s station. Laura’s his alpha and even if she weren’t, a lifetime of trailing after her has conditioned him to follow her lead, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it. And he definitely doesn’t like this.

“It’s our best option, Derek.”

“Peter’s one of us, that means we should be the ones to handle him.”

She lets out a sigh, pushing her hair back behind her shoulder as she turns to face him. He knows what that movement means – that’s her serious face. Her you listen to me right now face. Her I’m speaking to you as an alpha, not a sister so you’d better take heed, Derek, face.

“He’s killing people, Derek. If he were just coming after us that would be one thing, but he’s targeting Beacon Hills citizens too.” She must see something in the set of his jaw, something that tells her he’s not just being stubborn for the sake of it this time around, and sighs, gentles. “We haven’t been able to track him. We can’t do this alone, baby brother. We need to bring the Sheriff in.”

And that’s when everything changes.

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You love me?

Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Requested: Yes. @swimsoccerstar: Hey I love your imagines so far and I was wondering if you could do one with Klaus. How you’re in love with him and confess it to him even after all the horrible things he’s done. Sorry if this isn’t detailed enough.

Word Count: 641, Warnings: Swearing.

A/N: This has been sitting in my inbox for a long time and I finally had time to write it I kind of changed it up a bit to be more angsty, but there is a fluffy ending, I promise! I hope you like it! 
- M xo 

(Gif not mine, credit to owner)

Originally posted by multiimagiines

Walking into the French Quarter, your eyes were immediately drawn to Klaus who was sitting comfortably sipping on his usual whisky sour. Before you could begin to speak he had already noticed your presence, something you began to hate as he would always know where you were when you didn’t want him to.

“Are you just going to stand there, love.”, he asked, gently shaking his glass, the ice clinking against it as it began to dissolve into the drink. “I’m mad at you,” you exclaimed walking past his chair to face him head on. He gave a hearty chuckle as he began to speak. “Well, you’re not the first person to be mad at me today,” you rolled your eyes at him as you slowly began to become much more furious than you were before which you didn’t know was possible.

“You don’t get it, do you? You kill people with no remorse! Do you not have a fucking heart?” you yelled down at him, as he began to open his mouth, ‘No, you don’t get to speak! Listen to me. Why can’t you just.. be normal for once.“ Klaus slammed his drink against the side table beside his chair and stood up quickly to face you. "Y/N, vampires are not normal. We are bloodthirsty creatures, and if you can’t accept that then maybe you should leave,” he whispered, you were taken aback by his words and as they internalised into your brain your eyes began to tear up.

“I can’t leave..”, you croaked out, a sob wanting to be relieved as you explained yourself. “And why is that?” he asked curiously, leaning in closer to your body. You felt your heart pounding in your chest as you finally broke, “because I’m fucking in love with you, Nik!” you screeched as you sighed in pain, you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

The moment you knew you loved him was complicated. He had strong feelings for Camille that you just couldn’t compete with, and so you bottled up your feelings until this very moment where you burst out in hysterics about your love for Klaus Mikaelson, the vampire of all vampires that showed absolutely no mercy.

He stood there staring at you as tears poured down your face, his eyes flickered from your eyes down to his feet. “So, you’re just going to give me the silent treatment?” you muttered as you watched him shift his weight from one leg to the other. “No, I just didn’t know you felt that way about me,” he replied, looking back up at you, tears pooling in his tear ducts. He inched his way closer to you and grabbed your hand. He pulled you close to him as you rested your head on his chest. “I’ve loved you ever since I laid my eyes on you that night you first walked in the French Quarter. I just didn’t think you could handle my lifestyle,” he whispered into your hair as you closed your eyes and wrapped your hands around him. “I want you to know that no matter what happens, I’m still the same man you met that day. The funny, light hearted.. handsome man,” a smile traced your lips as you let out a small giggle. Looking back up at him, you allowed yourself to rid you of your thoughts that were rushing through your head. You leant in and placed a kiss against his soft plump, lips. He eased into the kiss as he held your waist. “Never leave me,” you asked softly, breaking the kiss and feeling him nod. He rested his forehead onto yours.

The irony of the matter was that you were safe in his arms, despite everything he had done. You had chosen to only see the good in him, and that was what kept you going.


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anonymous asked:

Hi Emma, I was wondering what happened to your printable for lined and grid pages? Are you going to bring them back? If not, would you be kind enough to send me a link for them? I would appreciate it immensely! Thank you!

Hi! I haven’t got any of those available right now, but could definitely publish some! Please like this post if you’d like lined and grid pages to print x

anonymous asked:

Kat, kat KAT! Given one of the latest Reverse chapters, I would very much like to ask you what you think of Yahiko never being revived by Nagato? Or even worse, his decision to just die like that? (He could have faked his death omg come on) I've always wondered if Yahiko had been alive, how strong would he eventually get? I feel it's such a waste of a character to be killed off like that. :(

Tbh I’ve always thought this was one of the biggest plot holes in the series. After the invasion, Konan implies that with enough chakra, it’s possible to circumvent the Rinne-Tensai-equals-death thing that the manga introduces later (which Obito later does, because he’s pretty much fine after resurrecting Madara). So one person, even years after their death, should technically be perfectly plausible. Also, given Nagato’s personality, I can’t believe anything but that he would do it, even if it meant his deatha - he clearly holds Yahiko’s worth above his own, to say nothing of his relationship with Konan and Konan’s love for Yahiko. 

Literally the only way I can justify the whole thing to myself is by assuming that Nagato didn’t know how to use his powers at first, at that by the time he did he had split them up between the Paths, which does, in canon, make him significantly weaker. At that point he assumed he didn’t have the strength, and so he didn’t try. 

(Yeah, this is definitely reaching, but that’s a freaking big plot hole, okay. It aggravates me.)

As far as Yahiko as a character goes, I liked him a lot. He felt like a more realistic/pragmatic version of Naruto to me, and I can understand his choice, even if I think it was desperate and short-sighted - he thought they’d been backed into a corner, and he wanted his friends to survive. I’m actually really excited to write the next few chapters and play with the Ame orphans as a group, because I really love their dynamics.

Also I absolutely did not pull out my MinaNaga fix-it fic draft because of this ask, nope, stop looking at me like that.

anonymous asked:

Hello! So very glad to meet you! I wonder, do you ever foresee things that make you cringe or make you feel a little bad?

“it’s a blessing and a curse, darling; i’m used to it. anyway, enough about me–… let’s talk about you!”

Feigning The Connection

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

PART ONEPART TWO - PART THREE - PART FOUR - PART FIVE - PART SIX - PART SEVEN

A/N: You guys are literally too much, all of your sweet and wonderful comments literally make my day anytime I upload a part. It’s only been the first season and you guys constantly tell me how wonderful my writing is, and I can’t thank you enough. All of you, every one thousand seven hundred of you are absolutely amazing and just <3 I love you all.

This is it! I’ve finished all of season one, and next , two which i’m SUPER excited about. I’m constantly thinking of plans for future episodes and ahhhh! I’m just so excited. Also, finales are coming up and i’m starting to stress a bit, my page might be on hiatus for a bit, but not too long!

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

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Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Based off of: The 100 01x12 and 01x13


Originally posted by dailybellamyblake

You groaned, slowly opening your eyes as you blinked. Everything was blurry, and you couldn’t quite remember where you were, Last thing you remember was being with Clarke and Finn. You moved to sit up, immediately grumbling in pain and looking at the source of your pain, your shoulder, you saw an arrow sticking out. Memories of being shot flooded in, and looking around, you found only Bellamy standing at a table.

You were in the drop-ship. 

I’m gonna keep you safe.

You heard the curtain to the drop-ship open, and looking over from your laying position, you saw Jasper walk in. He looked angry and you furrowed your brows, confused of everything. 

It was clear they didn’t know you were awake, so you stayed quiet for now, curious to see what was so wrong. There was clear tension between the two, so thick you felt as if you could slice through it with a knife. You bit your lip from groaning any further, you didn’t want to bother them and have them run towards you if they knew you were awake, so you closed your eyes, pretending to still be asleep.

“Don’t you think I want to go after them, too?” You heard Bellamy ask, and you furrowed your brows. Had they not gone to search for Clarke and Finn? You figured that to be who he was referring to, as you don’t remember anyone else going missing. You felt a spike of panic, knowing that the grounders had found, you knew they were in clear danger.

“If it was you out there, do you think Monty, Clarke or Finn would hide behind these walls?” You had been right, but you paused at the mention of Monty… Monty was missing too? 

“No. They’d go after me, and then they’d be dead, too.” Bellamy snapped. “I am doing what I think is right for the group.” 

“It’s funny, you didn’t think that when Octavia went missing.” Jasper mumbled, taking a breath you froze when you could just feel his eyes on you. “And you certainly aren’t worried for them now that you have Y/N.”

Bellamy paused, and you held in your breath, scared that they would find out you’d been ease-dropping. Though, you guessed Bellamy’d find out when you snap at him for leaving Clarke and Finn behind. “Where you going?” You finally heard him ask.

“More gunpowder for you mind-field… sir.” Jasper sarcastically replied, before you heard the thunking of his footsteps heading up the ladder.

You heard groaning and moaning, and finally opening your eyes you found Myles just a bit away from you. He was clearly injured though you weren’t sure how. You guessed he’d gone hunting and had gotten hurt by an animal or grounder or something. You barely noticed that you’d had your eyes open, clear for Bellamy to see when you heard his voice come out in a whisper; “Y/N?”

Turning your gaze to him, you went to shift towards him but immediately stopped when a sharp pain flooded through your arm. Groaning, you grabbed your shoulder and fell back against the bed. Footsteps echoed and soon Bellamy was by your side, his hand on your arm as he kept you stable. “Woah, woah, be careful. You’re still in bad shape.”

You opened your eyes, looking up at him as sweat covered your pale face. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, looking down at you with caring eyes. Though despite the moment, you couldn’t help but see the conflict he felt and the frustration that flooded his vision. “We can’t help you without Clarke.”

Coughing slightly, you shifted so you were more comfortable. “Speaking of, you should’ve gone to find her and Finn. And now Monty?” 

“I needed to get you back. I needed to keep the people in here safe.” You turned to Bellamy, shaking your head at his stubbornness. “You know that isn’t right Bellamy.” Myles moaned again, coughing in pain as he grumbled to himself. Still Bellamy continued to look down at you, biting his lip in frustration.

“You wanted me to just leave you there to die?”

“Better than three of our most resourceful people dying.” You snapped; “Bellamy, Clarke inspires these people. Finn’s a great tracker and Monty has the brains to save us. I offer nothing but trouble.” Bellamy took a deep breath, shaking his head in frustration as Myles moaned even louder. Narrowing his eyes, he looked down at you, “you know that’s not true.”

“Yes, it is.” 

“Water…” Myles whispered, “water…” Bellamy’s hands slapped against your cot, making a thunk echo. You flinched, not sure why he was so angry but before you could ask, he walked off, mumbling that he’d get Myle’s some water. Sighing, you shifted on the cot, taking a deep breath at the uncomfortableness you felt in your shoulder. Bellamy was just so stubborn, arguing with him made you extremely frustrated.

Myle’s moaning annoyed the hell out of you, but you weren’t about to yell at a man in pain. Closing your eyes, you tried to ignore the annoying whining and tried to fall back asleep.

Before you could, footsteps came about again, though you chose to keep your eyes close, thinking it was only Bellamy. You didn’t want to get into another fight and if he was only bringing in water for Myle’s, there was nothing he needed from you. You heard some faint scuffling, before a sudden muffled shout came about. 

Panicking, you opened your eyes, following the trail of voices when you found Murphy holding a plastic bag over Myle’s head. You went to go to him when you remembered your predicament, and holding a hand over your mouth, you tried not to sob as you watch the life be sucked out of Myle’s. You didn’t know him personally, but seeing anyone choked to death was a terrible sight. “This is for tying the noose they hung me with.” Narrowing your eyes, you knew it was too good to be true that Murphy had turned to the better. He, like Bellamy, was stubborn and held grudges. Only if you had believed your gut, maybe Myle’s would still be alive.

You wondered how Murphy hadn’t seen you, but looking where you’d been placed, you noticed how you were just out of view to someone who wasn’t watching close enough.

You feared what he’d do if he found you in here, and with your injured shoulder you definitely couldn’t fight him, not like you could before. Looking over, you found a safe enough spot you could hide until you found a better solution, and biting your lip you begin moving off the cot. It took everything within you not to bellow out in pain as you leaned heavily on your injured shoulder. You managed to get off the cot without making any noise, but when you dropped into your nook, you let a little whine out. Panicking, you held your mouth but looked up to find Murphy too preoccupied with Jasper who had reached the bottom of the ladder.

“He stopped breathing… I- I was just trying to help.”

You watched with anxiousness as there was a stare off before something caught Jasper’s eyes, following his line of vision you found a gun. Murphy must have noticed it as well, as they both raced to reach the gun. Jasper was a second too late when Murphy manage to grab the gun. 

“Murphy, just put the gun down.” Jasper pleaded, holding up his hands in surrender.

“He tried to kill me.” Murphy defended, looking back at the lifeless figure of Myles. Jasper backed up in panic before Murphy moved the gun up, “hey! Don’t move!”

“Okay. Okay. It’s cool.”

“No, it’s not. You know what’ll happen to me if you tell Bellamy.” 

“Tell Bellamy what?” Bellamy’s voice came over the radio and you released the breath you’d been holding. Despite the situation, and it seemed damn near impossible to fix with Jasper at gun-point, something about hearing Bellamy’s voice, even if it was through static, gave you hope. Despite the number of arguments you two had had recently, you trusted Bellamy with your life. With Jasper’s life, you knew he would leave Jasper to die.

“Give me the radio, Jasper.” You couldn’t see his face, but from his tone you could tell Murphy was mad. Holding your shoulder, you kept your mouth shut completely in fear of letting out a noise, as you looked around you for a solution. Honestly, Murphy scared you, you knew he did what he did to survive and he didn’t care who happened to get in the way. It didn’t help with your condition that you couldn’t do much with your right arm.

Jasper brought out the radio, as if he was going to give Murphy the radio before he brought the radio to his lips, “Murphy has a gun. He killed Myles.” Jasper was knocked over the head with the gun mentioned and you jumped out to help him but stopped, knowing you could do nothing.

“Jasper…” You whispered.


“Murphy I know you can hear me.” Bellamy’s statice voice echoed out. You knew he knew you were in here, you only hoped he didn’t say anything. If you were quiet enough, you could maybe sneak around and open the drop-shop door. Maybe. Or try to attack him. It would be hard especially with Jasper tied on the ground with the gun pointed at him, you couldn’t risk Jasper dying. “All our ammo and food is on the main level. You’re leaving us vulnerable to an attack and you know I can’t let you do that.”

“Yeah, well in case you haven’t realized, you’re not exactly in control right now.” 

“Come on Murphy, you don’t want to hurt Jasper, you want to hurt me.” You felt your breath stop, with wide eyes you stared in the direction of Murphy. Bellamy couldn’t really be thinking about trading his life, could he? It would be just like him, but none of that mattered. You didn’t want Jasper dead. But you did not, at all circumstances, want Bellamy dead. Well, you were right about one thing, Bellamy wouldn’t let Jasper die, but at what cost? “So what do you say? How about you trade him for me?”

You watched Murphy’s face fall as he thought over the decision, you paused, shaking with terror. 

“All you have to do is let him go, and i’ll take his place.”

“How?” 

“Simple. You open that door, he walks out, I walk in.” Taking a deep breath, you calmed your nerves. Once again, preparing yourself, you began crawling forward, staying within the shadows as you got as close as you could so that you could jump out at the perfect moment and attack Murphy.

Murphy walked over to the lever, opening the drop-ship door. You crept forward, bracing yourself. “Just you, Bellamy. Unarmed. Ten seconds or i’ll put one in Jasper’s leg. One.” You watched Murphy pick up Jasper, placing him before the curtain, once he heard Bellamy’s confirmation that he was there, you took a deep breath and took your chance.

You jumped forward, ignoring the pain and jumped on Murphy. He grunted, but once he saw the arrow in you, he took his chance grabbing it and twisting it. You bellowed out in pain, sinking to the ground pitifully as Bellamy walked through. His eyes immediately fell on you, crumpled to the ground, grunting out in pain as Murphy closed the drop-ship door. You knew your plan was stupid and risky, but you hated yourself for failing so easily.

Holding your shoulder, you bent forward over yourself, cradling your shoulder. 

“Let her go.” Bellamy immediately jumped to protect you, “I said you could have me, no one else.” 

Murphy grabbed you, picking you up and holding you against him by your hair. It was like that night with Charlotte all over again when he had a knife against your throat, but instead with a gun this time. You felt the sweat pout down your face as you stared at Bellamy ashamed, you thought you could do better. “I traded Jasper for you, I didn’t even know Y/N was in here.” Murphy smirked next to you, “this just makes everything more interesting.”

Bellamy stepped forward, as if to reach for you before Murphy fired a gunshot next to your foot. You let out a little scream, flinching. Licking his lips, Murphy gestured over to the pile of seat belts on the ground. “Good. Tie those together. Do what I say.”

“Bellamy?” You faintly heard Octavia’s voice through the radio. Bellamy stared at the radio, begging with his eyes if could answer it. “Bellamy! Are you okay?”

“Want her to know you’re alive?” Murphy asked, point the walkie-talkie towards Bellamy, you watched with terrified eyes. “Start tying.” Again, your eyes landed on the seat belts on the ground, and grabbing Murphy’s arm that held your hair with your good arm, you pleaded; “no please. Murphy don’t do this.”

“Shut up.” Murphy ordered, pulling tighter on your hair, you groaned in pain.

“Bellamy! Do you copy?” Octavia’s desperate voice asked, and you could just picture the worry on her face. Making direct eye contact with Bellamy, you watched as he hesitantly began tying together the straps. “I’m fine. Just a misfire. Now stop worrying about me and get back to work, all of you…. and tell Raven to hurry her ass up.”

“Alright. That’s long enough.” You furrowed your brows at the mention of Raven, searching for an answer in Bellamy’s eyes but he only looked away. “Tie those two ends together.” Murphy ordered Bellamy again. You seethed when he pulled on your hair, turning to set down the walkie-talkie.

You could feel your heart beating against your chest rapidly, and the fear that radiate throughout you. Your arm stung like crazy but there was nothing you could do as Murphy held you in a locked position. “Alright. Now get up and toss it over.”

Your eyes followed where Murphy pointed, and fell back to Bellamy who reluctantly stood up, swinging the noose he’d created over the pole. You closed your eyes in terror as you tried to think of a way out of this one. This was all our fault, if you’d only tried harder. “What do you want me to say? You want me to apologize? I’m-” Murphy raised the gun when Bellamy took a step forward, effectively pulling harshly on your hair and forcing the end of the arrow to stick out, you screeched agony. Bellamy immediately stopped, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

“You got it all wrong Bellamy, I don’t want you to say anything. I want you to feel what I felt, and then… then I want you to die.” Dread filled within you, as you pathetically struggled, but gave up when you realized struggling would do nothing but cause you more harm. 

Suddenly the grip on your hair was released and you were shoved forward, stumbling over yourself, you nearly fell but Bellamy caught you. You froze, turning to look at Murphy as you were unsure of what his plan was. He definitely wasn’t going to just let you go, he wasn’t that stupid. You watched as Murphy smirked, looking at yours and Bellamy’s position. Wiping his nose, he sniffled, before dryly ordering; “Y/N, why don’t you drag the stool over and place it right below the noose.”

You looked over at the stool, moving out of Bellamy’s arms and shaking your head. “I-I can’t…”

“Do it.” Murphy ordered, all amusement lost in his tone as he pointed his gun at you. You froze.

“Murphy come on, just let her go. She has nothing to do with this.” Bellamy countered.

“You’re wrong Bellamy.” Murphy smirked, teasingly smiling over at you. “She has everything to do with this.” He turned back to you, shooting another bullet as warning. You jumped, flinching when the bullet shot just to the left of your foot. Looking up at Bellamy for some kind of solution, you felt alarmed when he nodded, telling you to grab the stool. Reluctantly, you walked over to the stool ignoring the pain in your shoulder and dragging it over. 

“Stand on it.” Murphy ordered Bellamy, grabbing the other end of the noose. You stood helplessly behind Bellamy before Murphy ordered you over to him. You followed obediently, not wanting to anger Murphy when Bellamy was in such a vulnerable position. “Put it over your head.”

“This is insane.” Bellamy hesitated, “grounders cou-” Before you knew what was happening, Murphy’s hand was on your back, pressing you against him and his other hand fell on the arrow in your shoulder. You tried to shove him off you, but soon you were blinded with excruciating pain when Murphy ripped the arrow out of your shoulder. You fell to the ground, missing the way Bellamy called your name as you cried out in agony. “Put it over your head, or that’s not the only thing i’ll do to her.”

Bellamy placed the noose over his head, shrugging angrily at Murphy. “happy now?” Murphy pulled on his head of the straps, you laid on the ground, holding your wound as blood started to cover your hand. With tears in your eyes, you stared up at Bellamy. “You’re so brave aren’t you Bellamy? I mean you came in here, thinking you were just gonna turn it around, that you were stronger than me, and maybe one of your friends would come and help you. Well what help she was.” Murphy spat, looking down at you teasingly. You glared pitifully up at him, cradling your shoulder. 

Murphy tightened his strap on the noose, pulling Bellamy so he was only able to stand on his tip-toes. You reached out for Murphy’s foot, crying out. “Please. Murphy, don’t do this.”

“You know I got hand it to you Bellamy, you got him all fooled. They actually look up to you, almost as much as they look up to Clarke. You even convinced Y/N who hated you.” Murphy laughed ironically, pointing down at you. You looked at Bellamy, finding his concerned eyes on you and you whimpered. “You know, Y/N how’d you managed to turn Bellamy around? You’ve changed him.” 

“I didn’t change him…” You panted. 

Murphy took a deep breath, pausing for dramatic effect. “Well, we know the truth don’t we guys.” Turning to Bellamy, he glared, “you’re a coward. l learned that the day you kicked the crate out from beneath me.”

“Bellamy…” You gasped, “don’t listen to him.”

“You know Y/N,” Murphy said, turning to you. He crouched down to your level and you watched as Bellamy moved as if to reach you, but stopped when he realized that it wouldn’t do you nor him any help. Your eyes fell on Murphy who smirked down at you cockily, “I see the way he looks at you.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You glared, knowing he was only trying to get under your skin. Though when your eyes fell on Bellamy and you saw the sense of alarm in his eyes, you wondered what Murphy was actually talking about. “Fine,” Murphy smiled mischievously. You watched with fear as he looked back at Bellamy knowingly, “don’t believe me?” You screamed, biting down on your lip when Murphy dug his finger into your wound.

“Y/N!” Bellamy called, stepping forward as he wobbled. He held the straps around his neck, trying to stay steady as he tried to gain Murphy’s attention away from you. “Stop! Murphy, I should have stop them! Just stop!” Murphy left your side and you panted restlessly. Questioningly, you looked over at Bellamy who seemed immediately relaxed that Murphy was nowhere near you.

“Yeah, well it’s a little late for that now.”

“You think they’re just gonna let you walk out of here?”

“Well, I think the princess is dead… but i know the king’s about to be.” Murphy turned to you; “and Y/N’s useless. So who’s really gonna lead these people, huh? Me. That’s who. And yeah, maybe i’ll have to kill your little grounder-pounding sister and Y/N shouldn’t be too ha-” Bellamy shot out, kicking his leg at Murphy. Though he easily blocked, grabbed his end of the rope and pulling harshly.

“Murphy! Murphy… please…” You begged.

“Ahh!” A sudden scream came from beneath you all, you stared in confusion at the ground before you remembered Bellamy mentioning something about Raven. 

“I’m guessing that’s her right now.” Murphy guessed, stepping forward and shooting his gun multiple times over the floor of the drop-ship. You winced, hoping he missed Raven. 

“No!” Bellamy bellowed.

Murphy gun soon clicked, meaning he had no more ammo. Realizing this was your chance, you looked desperately for anything that could help before your eyes landed on the arrow that had been ripped from your skin. The sharp part was still in tact, and shooting out, ignoring the discomfort you grabbed the arrow and looked over at Bellamy. He shook his head but you ignored him, you weren’t going to fail this time. 

Murphy shot forward, kicking the crate from beneath Bellamy. You gasped, sitting up so you were on your knees and without Murphy noticing you shot forward, stabbing him in the leg with the arrow. He grunted in pain, falling over from the pain, you tried to get to Bellamy but Murphy grabbed you from the waist smacking you against the ground. You blinked as everything became blurry, and when Murphy wound his arms around your throat. You choked, trying to breathe as you felt your vision turning black in some spots. You barely recognized the drop-ship door opening before Murphy’s hands left your throat.

Gentle hands fell on your shoulders, “Y/N, Y/N are you oaky?” Opening your eyes, you found Jasper before you and looking over at Bellamy you shoved Jasper away desperately. “I’m fine! I’m fine! Help him!”

Jasper listened, and siting up you panted as they got Bellamy down. You sighed a breath of relief when he started to breathe again, albeit roughly. His eyes fell on you and you nodded. “Murphy!” You heard him yell hoarsely as he made his to the ladder you guessed Murphy had gone up on. “Murphy! Give it up, you’re done!”

Jasper followed in to, but you looked up at Octavia when she headed towards you with bandages in her hands. You lost sense of Bellamy there, instead focusing on Octavia as she gently pulled your jacket off. You yelled in agony when pulled it off, the jacket sticking ever so slightly to the blood from your wound before you were left in only your tank-top. She looked over at you, “are you okay?”

“Fine despite the burning pain in my shoulder.” You joked, smiling weakly at her. She shook her head at that fact that you could still make jokes even in a time like this, and begin wrapping the bandages around your shoulder. You helped her by holding your arm up and biting your lip from the pain.

“How is she?” You heard Bellamy asked, turning you saw him heading down the ladder. 

“I’m not a doctor, but the arrow being pulled out got the pain over and done with quick.” Octavia explained, before looking back at you. “You should be fine as long as you don’t work this arm too hard.”

“All gunners, we got movement outside the south wall.” You heard come over Bellamy’s radio. Standing up, you nodded gratefully at Octavia who helped you before running outside with the rest. Relief filled within you when Clarke and Finn walked through the gates, you smiled upon the sight of them. “Hey! We heard an explosion, what happened?” Clarke asked, reaching Bellamy.

“Murphy happened.” 

Jasper flew past you, hugging Clarke, you watched with a fond smile. “Thank god.” He sighed, pleased at the sight of those you all thought were gone. Pulling back, his eyes searched for another. “Where have you been? Where’s Monty?”

“Monty’s gone.”

“Went missing the same day you did.” You finally spoking, snapping Clarke’s attention over to you. Her face immediately erupted into a bright smile when she saw you, and jumping forward, she hugged you tightly. You left your arms open, shocked by her hug. You never knew she cared that much for you. “You’re alive! I-I thought I left you there to die…”

“It’s okay.” You reassured, patting her on the shoulder.

“Clarke. We need to leave, now.” Finn interrupted the moment. “All of us do. There’s an army of grounders, unlike anything we’ve ever seen, heading our way. We need to pack what we can and run.”

“Like hell we do.” Bellamy shook his head, “we knew this was coming.”

“Bellamy, we’re not prepared.” You argued. 

“And they’re not here yet,” Bellamy argued. “We still have time to get ready. Besides, where would we go? Where would we be safer than behind these walls?”

“There’s an ocean to the east. People there will help us.”

“You saw Lincoln.” Octavia stated, staring at Finn.

“You expect us to trust a grounder? This is our home now. We built this from nothing with our bare hands! Our dead are buried behind this wall in this ground. Our ground! The grounders think they can take that away. They think because we’re from the sky, that we don’t belong here. But they’re yet to realize one very important fact; we are on the ground now, and that means we are grounders!”

“Bellamy…” You whispered, mainly to yourself. You were unsure of his statement, but looking around you only saw nods of agreement and of encouraged. You realized that it didn’t matter what you thought, they all believed in Bellamy.

“Grounders with guns.” 

“Damn right!” Bellamy agreed, “I say let em’ come.”

“Bellamy’s right.” Clarke announced, stepping forward. “If we leave, we may never find a place as safe as this. And God knows, in this world, we could be faced with something even worse tomorrow. But that doesn’t change the simple fact, that if we stay here tonight we will die. So pack your things, just take what you can carry now.”

You went to follow the crowd, confused of what would really help. But a desperate voice caught your attention; “help me.” Turning, you saw Raven with blood coating her jacket. Panic filled you, and quicker than you’d ever ran before, you caught up to her. Holding her as she fell against you. “Raven!” You called, worried. You ignored the way she leaned on your bad shoulder, she was clearly worse than you and a dear friend, you wouldn’t just ignore her.

“Murphy shot her!” You announced, turning to the rest. Finn grabbed Raven from you, hefting her up as he carried her to the drop-shit. You held your bloody hand against your mouth in concern.

“Raven…”


“Bellamy?”

“What Y/N?” 

“What are you doing?” You asked, looking as he stood still in the drop-ship. “We’re getting ready to leave. There isn’t much time.” You hesitated, unsure of what he was planning. You don’t know why, but with his speech earlier you were worried he wouldn’t come along and rightfully so.

“We shouldn’t be leaving.” He shook his head, finally turning to you. “Cowards. We should be fighting them.”

“We can’t fight an army we have no chance against.” You tried, walking up to him as you shook your head. His eyes fell on your shoulder which was still bandaged, you’d left the jacket off, figuring it would do you no good and you could just find another. You watched his hand carefully as it fell on your arm, and his eyes turned to yours.

“Bellamy, please.” You begged.

“What do you want me to say?”

“I want you to say that you’re with us. That you’re coming.” You pleaded, eyes curled up in concern. Grabbing a hold of his hand that held your arm, you squeezed tightly, “I can’t do this without you.”

“Fine.” He relented, sighing. You could see in his eyes he didn’t like this, but you let a smile fall on your lips. You nodded to him reassuringly, turning towards the exit and walking out. Bellamy followed you, and the both of you made it so you were standing next to Raven on the stretcher. Bellamy left your side slightly but you stayed next to Raven, smiling weakly down at her. She reached her hand out for yours, her face covered in a thick sweat. Despite the short amount of days you’d known Raven for, you cared for her, and it hurt you to see her in so much pain. You grabbed her hand, squeezing tightly and then the crowd began walking, but you didn’t let go of her hand.

The walk was long and silent. You kept a straight face and a guarded exterior as you walked next to Raven. A solemn feeling entered your body as you left your home. It had many bad memories and many good, but it had become the only home you ever felt like you belonged in.

Suddenly Octavia raised her hand, effectively stopping the crowd. “What?” You whispered, looking through the trees for any danger. “What is it?”

“Why are we stopping?” You heard Raven ask, you looked over at Finn. “I don’t know.”

“I don’t see anything.” Jasper mumbled. Suddenly a spear shot through the sky, hitting a boy in the chest. You held your hand against your mouth, gasping as panic erupted around the crowd. 

“Grounders!”


Running through the tunnel, you held your breath, trying to stay quiet. You ran until you found the back of Bellamy, and without saying anything you dropped next to him. Bellamy’s attention immediately fell on you and he stared at you in shock, “what are you doing here?”

Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself, placing your gun on top of the ledge before you. you positioned yourself so you could see clearly through the viewer off the gun. “Helping.”

“Y/N, you’re not a-”

“A gunner.” You interrupted, turning to him. Nodding your head, you agreed; “I know.”

“Then what the hell are you doing here?” He asked, his voice raising slightly.

“I told you already, i’m not leaving you or my friends to die.” You announced, turning back to the forest in front of you. You felt Bellamy’s gaze on you, reluctant to let you throw yourself in danger like this. Realizing you weren’t budging and no matter how long he tried to convince you to leave, it wouldn’t change a thing. He sighed. You missed the way he opened his mouth, hesitant to say his next words; “Y/N?” You hmmed a response, focusing on preparing your gun. “I’m sorry for getting mad at your dad.”

With shocked eyes, you turned to look back at him. That’s definitely not what you had expected; “I-I..”

“You’re not a murderer.” He repeated that famous line, turning to you with sincere eyes. “And just because your father killed my mom, doesn’t give me the right to get mad at you.”

“Thank you…” You mumbled, unsure of how to reply. He smiled lightly, before nodding and turning back to his gun.

“Where’s Octavia?” Bellamy asked through the walkie-talkie.

“She left five minutes ago. Didn’t say where to.” Miller’s voice came over the radio. “She thinks she’s a damn samurai.”

“Maybe she is.” You threw in, trying to lighten the mood. Bellamy smirked at you, shaking his head. “See anything?”

“No.” Monroe panted, “what the hell are they waiting for?”

“The longer they wait, the better.” You explained, “it’s about buying time for Raven.”

“I see them!” Sterling panicked. “They’re moving. I count one- two… no wait! There’s more! I don’t know man, there’s too damn many of them.”

You jumped slightly when you heard a gunshot go off, taking a deep breath you straightened your own gun out, placing your finger on the trigger. You faintly saw an image of your mother pop up, but shook your head. This was no time for you too be afraid of killing people. If you wanted your people to live, you needed to toughen up.

Looking over at Bellamy, you blanked out what he was saying. If you wanted Bellamy to live, you needed to toughen up.

More gunshots went off, “south-fox hole, report now.”

“Yeah, yeah. We’re okay. They didn’t attack. It’s like shooting at ghosts.”

Looking through the trees, your heart picked up when you saw a shadow run across the forests. Panting, you rocked in fear as they continued to run back and forth. “There!” You shouted hoarsely, “I see them!” You yelled before gunshots went off next to your ear. Following your teams lead, you began shooting, aiming for them. It was too damn hard with them constantly running around though. 

“Stop! Stop!” Bellamy ordered, you immediately obeyed, holding your fire. “Hold your fire!” Every one stopped, and you pulled back, moving to reload. “Reload now.” Bellamy ordered once again.

Staring baffled, you panted; “those were our last clips.”

“We should- we should fall back.”

“No if this position falls, they’ll walk right through the front gates.”

“They’re drawing our fire,” you mumbled. Watching as all your bullets missed them. It made complete sense, with them running around and the clear fear that radiate off of you all, they could draw your fire so you were unable to fight them. A battle tactic. “They want us to run out of ammo.” Shaking your head, you grabbed the walkie-talkie from Bellamy’s hand. “all gunners, listen up. The grounders are not attacking. They’re making us waste bullets. Don’t shoot when they’re running laterally.”

“Y/N’s right.” Bellamy backed you up and you handed back over the radio, blushing slightly when he smiled proudly towards you. “Don’t fire until you’re sure it’s an attack. Repeat, do not fire until your sure it’s an attack.”


You panted desperately, swinging back and smacking the back of the gun against a grounders head. He grabbed the gun, holding your hands as he punched you in the stomach. You groaned, folding over as you slumped to the ground, but before you could fall, the grounder grabbed your hair, pulling your head up to his view and pulled out a knife. You seethed, terror filling as you watched him smirk mercilessly and bring the knife so he could stab you.

Looking around with only your eyes, you found the gun you’d used before and reached for it. You grabbed it just in time, using all your force as you pulled back and smacked the gun in his gut. You let out a grunt, quick to rip the knife out of his hands and with a cry stabbed him in the chest. Letting go of the knife, you slumped exhausted. You barely paid mind to the blood that covered you, as it wasn’t the moment.

You hadn’t had to be this ruthless before and it scared you, but the adrenaline rushed through you along with the fear that made you continue fighting. You’d been separated from Bellamy when Octavia had gotten hurt and the others along the way. You stared at the bodies that littered around you, and realized you needed to get back to ship. You were all getting overrun and if you weren’t on that ship in time then you would be burnt to a crisp. Standing up, you pushed your way through the trees, when you caught sight of the drop-ship.

You smiled at the sight before a bellow caught your ears, it was all too familiar. And almost in slow motion, you found Bellamy smacked to the ground by some kind of leader-looking grounder. You found Clarke at the entrance of the drop-ship, her face twisted as if she was gonna cry when she caught sight of Bellamy. They were gonna close the doors and leave Bellamy, you deciphered. Looking back, you couldn’t blame them as there was no way he’d be able to make it back in time without the drop-ship being run over by grounders.

Taking a deep breath, you took one last longing look at the drop-ship before running towards Bellamy. You picked up a spear on the way, smacking the grounder up the neck as he grunted in pain. “Y/N!” You heard Clarke scream, looking up, you smiled reassuringly. 

Turning you found the grounder you’d hit fine and turning to you with the look of a killer. You gulped, holding the spear up as he raced towards you. He grabbed the spear from your hands easily, smacking you over the head. You felt all the air be knocked over you as you fell to the ground, the grounder following you, a lustful look in his eyes as he went to kill you. 

His face twisted into shock when Bellamy punched him, knocking him off to the side slightly. Bellamy was quick to grab you, pulling you up. “Y/N!” He yelled over the screams, “go!” His hand shot out behind him, to the drop-ship and you only shook your head no.

“I’m not leaving you!” You shouted back, turning when the grounder got back up. Bellamy grabbed his jacket, trying to hold him off. “Please, just go! I can’t loose you too.”

“I’m not leaving you.” You said again, nodding determined. You saw Finn run past you as he helped Bellamy out. Nodding, you turned to Clarke, signaling her to let you all go. And turning, you prepared yourself, nodding before you ran back to the grounder, helping Finn and Bellamy.

You paused, smiling when you heard the drop-ship close. You looked at Bellamy, who had tears in his eyes as he shook his head at you. You stared at the grounder, that with the help of the three of you had been knocked to the ground. “Y/N…” He panted, walking towards you.

“Before we die, Bellamy.” You interrupted, “I just wanted to say, i’m really glad I met you.” You smiled. “even you Finn.” You joked, turning to Finn as he smiled, shaking his head as he breathed heavily. Turning, you stared at the mass of grounders running your way, and with a nod to the other three, you ran forward.

Blood flew everywhere, and you screamed in pain as a grounder smacked you in the face. You kept expecting to feel the burn of the explosion evaporate around you, but it never came. As if in slow motion, you felt yourself fall to the ground pitifully, looking up and finding the same grounder that had fought you, Bellamy and Finn before you with a smirk as he picked you up effortlessly. At this point you were a far distance away from the drop-ship.

There’s was nothing you could do as he carried you, on your own there was no way you could beat him. Everything was moving so quickly. One minute your beside Bellamy and Finn, before the drop-ship and the next your on your own, faraway enough from the drop-ship that the explosion could potentially not insure you. Your eyes felt heavy as your head swayed, and you felt the dirt that stuck to your face make your head feel even heavier. 

As he hauled you over your shoulder, you saw him dragging Finn. Panicked, you searched desperately for Bellamy, wanting to see him one last time before whatever would happen to you, killed you. You couldn’t find him, no matter how hard you tried. And despite the dizziness you felt and the way you felt no strength left, you felt tears fall from your face.

“Bellamy!”