like he was so jealous of her

Jokers Daughter Headcanon

Everyone in Goham knows who the clown princess is and the tabloids are obsessed with the daughter of the infamous duo so they follow her everywhere. When she starts to act not like herself secretive to Joker he checks out some of the gossip sites and finds out she’s been hanging with a new crowd, so Joker does all the jealous research he can.

ladiefury  asked:

This is soooo exciting! I'm so excited!! Ok Blaise and pansy "Why do you smell like cigarettes?"

Thanks for sending one in!

“Why do you smell like cigarettes?” Blaise asked, but the his tone wasn’t the jealousy Pansy was expecting - in fact, it sounded rather bored.

She’d always enjoyed making him jealous, it elicited the possessiveness from him that made her feel like she was his, it made her feel like she could finally belong to someone – and she desperately needed that after Draco had abandoned her for that Weasley girl because she’d felt insecure ever since.

And he’d always reacted the way she wanted, the way she expected, making her happy - up until now, which made her hesitate a bit but she decided to continue playing the script anyway, see if she could get the reaction from him, “Maybe I like cigarettes … or maybe I like boys who like cigarettes.”

He looked straight into her eyes, an expressionless mask on, as he said in a cool tone, “I see … in that case, I do wish you best luck in finding one.” 

Then he turned away gracefully, leaving Pansy to sit there shocked and hurt and confused, wondering why this had always worked perfectly in the past but suddenly went horribly wrong this time.

Blaise Zabini Challenge

anonymous asked:

I was just rewatching "The sign of three" & the scene with Molly and Sherlock in the lab has always puzzled me. What's your take on it? Was Molly trying to make him jealous by talking about her sex life with Tom? It just seemed like such a random thing to say to Sherlock.

I think she was making sure he knew that this time her SO wasn’t gay. I’ve always believed that she was reassuring him of that.

I just realized a hint that in the world of the show, Sherlock and Molly don’t have enough chemistry for sherl0lly to ever be real.

The answer is surprisingly simple.

John is never jealous of Molly. He’s jealous of Moriarty, Irene, Janine, and now even Mary, but he’s never jealous of Molly.

John empathizes with Molly because of her crush on Sherlock.

But if he thought she had a chance with him he would be so jealous of her like the trash can he is.

fanboyswhereare-you  asked:

Uncle Shannon lowkey being jealous of Josh Dun bc Jared's daughter is so obsessed with him.

omg everytime he hears them playing from her room he bangs on his drums as loud as he he can and texts like her like ‘yo come check out this beat I just made I bet it’s better than any twent- I mean i dont know their name just come downstairs”

sartorial headcanons
  • Taako cannot walk in heels. It’s an embarrassment. 
  • He’s not going to let that ruin an outfit, though, so he just. Levitates everywhere when he wears them.
  • You know who can walk in heels? Who is actually preternaturally good at it?
  • Angus. Taako is in turns blindly jealous and proud and baffled.
  • Killian cannot wear sleeves. 99% of the time she walks around in shirts with the sleeves cut off.
  • She has a lot of nice vests for date nights, though.
  • The regulators have team jackets. Like, bomber jackets with elaborate embroidery on the back.
  • They hoisted Boyland’s into the rafters of the training room like a hockey jersey.
  • When No3113 joins the team they make her like… a cape, essentially? That ties to her back.
  • She loves it an only takes it off for missions.

I have a lot of these, go figure. Please reblog and add your hcs!

Rowan in EOS

Remember when Rolfe made that comment about Sam, and you hear a choking noise and the sound of a desk slamming, glasses rattling? I immediately assumed GO AELIN but really it was like GO ROWAN because wow he isn’t jealous and he doesn’t avoid the topic of Sam but he generally understands and cares and lets Aelin have that past love and he lets her mourn for him without being jealous or shutting down anything about him. He’s just so great. So great. You go, Rowan Whitethorn

Dating Peter Parker Would Involve...

[a/n]: no request but i sense lots of thirst for peter and wow same. so i decided to post this really quickly while im writing my next request

Originally posted by wdwlsn

Dating Peter Parker Would Involve…

  • Him being a fucking dork all the time
  • Him always wanting to watch “that really old movie, Empire Strikes Back”
  • idk about you guys but I would not mind possessive!peter
  • Him loving to show you off at school because he is actually so confused as to how he even got someone like you
  • Peter getting jealous easily because he thinks that someone else could give you so much more
  • You having to tell him that you don’t want anyone other than him
  • Like I’m dead serious a guy would just be talking to you at school or some shit and he’d get scared that he was going to take you away from him
  • “Don’t you dare ever even think about her again. You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”
  • Date nights consist of eating pizza and cuddling while watching a movie
  • Having to tell Peter to be careful when he goes with Tony
  • Him still getting flustered when you tell him how cute he is
  • But him giving you constant compliments like his life depends on it
  • Since his hoodies are too big you pull the sleeves into your palm and make sweater paws while he plants a kiss on your nose and tells you that you look much better in his hoodie than he does
  • Him loving the way you scrunch up your nose when he kisses it
  • Sometimes you just glance over and he’s looking at you with his head tilted to the side, eyes filled with pure admiration 
  • Making him take selfies with you
  • Bugging him about the selfies so much that eventually he’s just done and so he crashes his lips to your’s, snapping a picture
  • “Post that one. I like that one”
  • You posting it and him being happy because he loves how everyone can see you’re his
  • idk guys I just think that Peter would love and treasure his girl more than anything else in the world
  • fuck now i want a peter. where can i get one?

some alex/maggie things i’d like to see on the show or in your fanfictions:

  • jealous!maggie and pining so!!much!!pining!!
  • kara creating alex a tinder profile and both alex and maggie don’t realise they are talking to each other via tinder
  • kara keeps sending death glares at maggie and maggie has no idea why until the puts two and two together and realises kara is supergirl
  • (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ cheek kisses and holding hands in public 
  • alex and maggie keeping their relationship a secret to the DEO until one day maggie accidentally kisses alex before leaving
  • j’onn giving maggie the ‘dad talk’ after he found out that alex and her are dating
  • kara catching alex and maggie making out on the couch and she can’t look them in the eyes for two days after that
  • whenever alex and maggie are fighting, everyone at the DEO knows because alex is yelling at everyone and is making interns cry
  • alex keeps blushing whenever maggie is at the DEO because even tho they are already dating, maggie doesn’t stop flirting with her and winn teases alex about that
  • everyone at the DEO knows that maggie and alex are dating and they are so happy for her and throw her a party because of that
  • james, winn and kara are spying on alex when she is on her first date with maggie and sometimes alex hates her family/friends

Percy makes friends at a college party, but her intentions aren’t what he expects.

“Oh, thanks!” Percy smiles as the girl - Cassie? Casey? He thinks it’s Cassie, but the music was so loud when she introduced herself he couldn’t quite hear - hands him a fresh cup. “Just Coke, right?”

“Yeah,” she says, matching his smile with her own. “Though I still don’t get why you’re not drinking.”

He tries to subtly sniff the drink before taking a sip, just to be sure. It smells okay. “Not a fan,” he says by way of explanation, taking a small sip.

Cassie tags a swig from her own cup, gagging slightly as the vodka hits her throat. “Yeah,” she coughs, “I can - ah, I can understand that.”

He laughs, and she laughs too, and when Percy settles back against the wall she comes and stands next to him. 

She nods out at the crowd and says, “So, what do you think of the party?”

“It’s pretty fun,” he says, which is mostly true. He’d prefer to be back in his dorm, snuggled up in bed with Netflix on in the background and Annabeth curled up beside him. But, as far as college parties go, he thinks this one is all right. The music isn’t terrible, at least. “Although, to be honest, I don’t have that much experience with parties so I’m probably not the best judge.”

Cassie turns to him with a knowing look. “I thought you were shy, hanging out by yourself over here with that brooding expression.”

“Brooding?” he says, lips quirking up.

“Well, you’re not brooding now. But you totally were before.”

“I was not brooding.”

“You were.”

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I couldn’t sleep so i made this! I basically combined anons’ requests asking for 1) jealous Keith, and 2) #PromNight. I couldn’t fit in my response to what i think about sheith, but my answer is always klance. always. klance

Context: It’s prom time! They all decide it would be hilarious if they all wore matching suits but in their respective color, but Shiro is like “nah im not gonna look like i came straight from a funeral” and so he wears a bowtie instead of a tie because its more festive~. Pidge is angry because she looks like a leprechaun and wants to go somewhere else and tries to get Hunk to go with her.

Keith doesn’t want to go. Like at all. “why there are people there and im not wearing an entirely red suit”. “why keith we already got you the suit and you’re wearing all red everyday :(”. 

Lance wants a date and since Keith isn’t going he asks Shiro. as like a friend and Shiro agrees. 

Of course Keith changes his mind in the very last second and arrives later than his group. He’s kinda excited when he walks in only to see Lance and Shiro being a liiiittle to comfortable for being “just friends”-dates (according to keith), and that’s where the comic starts. 

I hope you like it! :)))

Niffler Headcannons

I can’t lie to myself anymore.

I love the niffler.

Niffler headcannon that when Newt brings Tina into the case, the niffler just falls so head over heels in love with Tina.


Like, when Tina has Pickett, or an occamy, or say, a child - the niffler is like:


And the niffler always leaves Tina’s stuff alone but goes crazy with Newt’s just because he is jealous of him.

Or, he only listens to Tina, not Newt. She can scold him and he’ll behave for a few days.


After the first time this happens, Newt and Tina stop picking it up,and just wait for him to come skulking out of his den to collect it all and put it back where it belongs. Tina and Newt find it the funniest thing ever.

When Newt and Tina have a baby, they introduce him to the niffler as you would your dog who has been used to being the only child for far too long. And at first, niffler is super jealous, but Tina always lets him sit on her lap with the baby.

And then, when the baby cried, the niffler rushes back to his den and grabs something shiny and offers it to the baby. When the baby has a bad night, Tina and Newt wake up to the niffler piling up gold bars around the baby and just being all worried.

Niffler is even worse when they have more than one child. As the kids get older, he keeps adoring them, and they adore him.

Just - Niffler being the cutest little overprotective pet on the planet

Remember back when Cress was crazy in love with Thorne but she didn’t think he loved her back? Remember how it was after he gave her, her first kiss and she was so naive that, even though Thorne was the blind one, Cress was the one too blind to realize that he was obviously falling for her, for real, and in a way he’d never felt for other girls? 
Remember how Thorne would flirt with literally everyone but her because she was so special to him that he just couldn’t treat her like the others, and also he just didn’t think he deserved her at all. Remember how he thought that he’d sufficiently chased Cress off and made her see that she deserved better. So, he was convinced that she was no longer in love with him at the same time he’d fallen in love with her?

Remember how Thorne found out Cress was jealous, confessed his love, and they were together for real? Remember Thorne visiting Cress after the final battle, in which he’d been forced to hurt her and it seemed like they were destined to die for each other before they’d even had a chance to live?

Remember how he promised that he’d spend the rest of his life trying to become the man she always knew he could be so that he could endeavor to deserve her?

Remember how Cress, the girl who spent her entire life trapped, first with other shells and then in a satellite, got to travel with the boy of her dreams all over the planet she’d come to love? <33333

This is why I ship Cresswell. 

Originally posted by between-truth-and-lies


Gruvia Fluff Week 2016 Day 6 Laughter

Uncle Lyon constantly steals Gray’s daughter because Gray doesn’t deserve an angel like her (He only tells Juvia about his abductions). When Azure comes back all she does is rave about Uncle Lyon so Gray gets a little jealous.

Azure is really interested in Ice magic so she tries to master Water Make: Ice magic. If you ever need a single ice cube, Azure can hook you up.

Episode 22 of Critical Role is so wild. Only 30 minutes in and Vex grabbed Keyleth’s boobs, kissed Grog, then Pike showed up and tried to summon a god to fix a rug

anonymous asked:

RFA reaction when MC recieves a gift box (those boxes that you see a lot on FB) and at first they think it's from a guy and they're jealous because MC is gushing about it, but actually it's from MC's female bestfriend for her birthday. Thank you :)

Haha I don’t go on Facebook so I don’t know what gift box you’re talking about. So just a random gift it is then! I’m sorry if this isn’t the greatest quality. I started getting tired like halfway through.


  • you have some errands to run in the morning while Yoosung’s classes don’t start until the afternoon
  • while he’s at home a package was delivered
    • can’t recall if he ordered anything?
  • he looks at the info sticker
  • it’s from someone else???
    • it’s most likely a gender neutral name
  • he immediately assumes a guy sent it to you
    • gets level 1 jealous
    • no need to panic it maybe a realative with a different surname
  • 20 minutes later you call him and ask if a package came for you
    • “Oh my friend sent it to me and I’ve been dying to open it!”
    • (((( ;°Д°))))
  • when you come home Yoosung bought a box of your favorite candy and a bouquet of roses with promises of a fancy home cooked meal
  • during dinner you get a phone call from your friend and you put it on speaker
  • “Hey MC, did you open your gift yet!?”
  • when Yoosung hears her voice, he gets so embarrassed he went all out because he thought it was from a guy
  • “Oh no I haven’t. Yoosung why is your face all red?”
  • (//・_・//)


  • you got a call from your friend this morning that you should be expecting, “the best gift of your life”
  • you’re so excited, you tell Jaehee
    • but unconsciously avoids pronouns 
  • “Uh, Jaehee you’re bending your spoon lol”
  • And it doesn’t help you constantly bring up the gift
  • Jaehee pictures a man (not as handsome as Zen of course) sending you gifts upon gifts
    • some loser with a cheetah print jacket
  • omg she broke her spoon
  • becomes the “i’M NOT JEALOUS” girlfriend
  • pouts and crosses her arms defensively
  • to earn some brownie points she gets you lunch, dinner and has a spa day planned for the weekend
  • after dinner your friend comes over with the gift
  • at first Jaehee is so relieved your friend was a girl
  • but then she noticed the gift had holes on the side
  • oh no
  • low and behold it’s a cat
  • (;⌣̀_⌣́)
  • learns to grow on it though
  • it’s a handsome calico cat that actually doesn’t shed a lot
    • “no MC we’re not taking him on our spa day”
    • o(TヘTo )
    • “alright fine”
    • (=^-ω-^=)


  • you come home with a box that needed two hands to carry
  • Zen thinks it’s a gift from one of his fans
  • you say it’s yours
    • but you make the mistake of JOKING that it must be from a male fan
  • oh yeah that’s not a great idea to joke about that
  • becomes CRAZY JEALOUS
  • he’s just glaring at the gift
    • he’s imagining that box crushed to bits
    • no Zen that’s rude
  • “MC we’re going out, get your coat”
  • but the gift ;_;
  • takes you a night on the town to get his mind off of that gift
  • when you two get back, he’s glaring at the present as you’re opening it
  • it’s a freaking dress and he’s going insane
  • steam is coming out of the marshmallow’s ears
  • that’s when you finally referred to your friend as SHE
  • cools down almost immediately
  • he’s still a little heated but nothing a long cuddle session couldn’t solve ^^


  • listen
  • if you get a gift from ANYONE that isn’t the RFA
  • he will try to top it 
  • you came home with a gift from a friend that you’re super excited to open
    • you avoid pronouns
    • and it doesn’t help when your friend has a gender neutral name either
  • Donut Jealousy activate
  • gets so flustered every time you bring it up
  • to the point he tosses the gift on the couch and takes you out
  • buys you so much shit
  • there are so many boxes and bags when you get home
  • when you try to open the gift he’s just staring at you
  • it’s a tiny plushie cat!
  • oh boy he looks like he’s about to crush the glass in his hand
  • ???
  • you go on to tell him about the gift
  • and when you say SHE
  • he looks way less tense
  • kind of mentally kicks himself for letting it get to him
  • and that cat plushie kind of looks like Elizabeth 3rd


  • it’s your birthday so of course his gift would mean more to you
  • he makes plans to make a day out of it
    • since this jellybean doesn’t go out as often
    • he thought you would love a nice date with him :3
  • he’s about to tell you his plans when you say you were expecting a present today from one of your friends
  • friends? 
  • by the way you talked about the gift
    • you go into detail how your friend knows EXACTLY what to get someone
    • you didn’t use pronouns so this confused him
  • all he could picture was a handsome guy…hands on you…LAUGHING AT HIM
    • ヽ(`⌒´メ)ノ
  • he honestly doesn’t know what to do 
  • oh yeah he’s a hacker
  • he sends an anonymous email to your friend filled with viruses
  • he’s silently patting himself on the back
  • until you get a call from your friend
  • “Saeyoung, _____ needs help with her laptop. She said she opened an email and got a nasty virus.”
  • (⊙_⊙)
  • laughs it off but doesn’t admit what he did
    • no one has to be the wiser 

Throughout ACOTAR Feyre constantly mentions that Elain loves gardening, However, the only flowers that were specifically mentioned to be in Elain’s garden are hyacinths and tulips. Both have tragic mythical origins. Greek legend has it the origin of hyacinth stems from a boy named  Hyakinthos. Apollo and Zephyr both liked him and Zephyr ended up killing him in a jealous rage with a blow to the head. From his blood hyacinths bloomed. A Turkish legend  goes that a prince named Farhad was love struck by a maiden named Shirin. When Farhad learned that she had been killed, he was so overcome with grief that he killed himself and from his blood tulips bloomed. I think that it’s not a coincidence that these are the only flowers mentioned in association with Elain’s gardens, rather, I believe it’s a subtle way to foreshadow her death.

Little Shadow (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by sweetly87

Request: Reader is jealous of Newt and Tina. She feels like she’s been pushed into the background causing her to get reckless and get injured.

Warning: Jealous Reader and spoilers

You were always Tina’s shadow. You weren’t the oldest and you weren’t the youngest. You were the middle child of the Goldstein’s and was always compared to Tina. You just wished people would stop it.

That’s why you fell for Newt. He never compared you to your older sister. So of course seeing them talk and smile drove you mad. You trailed behind the group stuffing your hands in your coat pocket. Your eyes scanning the building for the demiguise even though you knew you couldn’t see it.

You ran into the back of Newt and nearly fell over. Your cheeks tinting pink realizing they had figured out where the demiguise was. “S-Sorry Newt.”

Newt chuckled and smiled warmly at you. “No need to apologize (Y/n). Now come along this shouldn’t take too long.”

You and the others slipped into the building scanning your surroundings. Newt told you all the information you needed to know though you weren’t really paying attention.

“(Y/n) do you mind being by yourself?” Newt’s voice drew you from your thoughts making you scowl slightly. Of course he was going with Tina.

“Of course not,” You mumbled quietly.

“Good and try not to be predictable. Alright?”

“Alright Newt,” You grumbled angrily. You couldn’t help it. There was a jealous rage clouding over your mind and you couldn’t shake it off. So as you followed after the others you didn’t notice the large scales all around the room. You couldn’t stop thinking about Tina and Newt and obvious it was that they liked each other.

A loud crash sounded through the room as you unintentionally kicked a box across the room. A loud shriek came from the Occamy as it shot forward beak wide open. Then everything went dark…

The first thing you felt was a throbbing pain all across your stomach. You let out a small groan and slowly opened your eyes.  You instantly recognized Newt’s small room in his case.

The door creaked open as Newt stepped inside the room. His eyes met yours and he was instantly by your side. “Thank God your awake (Y/n)!”

You shift slightly wincing at the pain that shot through you. “W-What happened?”

Newt’s eyes soften as he gripped your hand. Was he holding it earlier? “You kicked a box and the crash scared the Occamy… You had me terrified cause it took a bite at you…”

You closed your eyes biting your lip. “Oh that’s what killing me…” You opened your eyes and gazed at Newt for a moment. Thinking about it now being so jealous was stupid… And it nearly killed you and could of hurt the others…

Newt shifted nervously looking at the ground. “(Y/n) why were you so reckless?” Your felt your face start to flush as his thumb soothingly rubbing across the back of your hand. “Your normally more careful…”

You looked down and swallowed nervously. “I felt left out… You were paying so much attention to Tina and well… I just felt like I didn’t fit in.” You felt Newt’s grip tighten and you hesitantly glanced at him. Guilt was obvious on his face.

“(Y/n)…. I-”

“I was also Jealous,” You said cutting him off.

Newt’s eyes widened as his cheeks started turning red. “Y-You were (Y/n)?”

You shifted slightly trying to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks. “Y-Yes… Cause I…. Well I-I… L-Like you…” You pulled your hand away feeling a pit in your stomach. “B-But I understand-.”

You froze when Newt kissed you. You couldn’t believe it at first. It took you a moment before you kissed back. The butterflies in your stomach fluttering like crazy. Newt finally pulled away smiling slightly trying to hide his blush. “Well I… Fancy you as well…”

You smiled happily trying to contain the tears threatening to fall. “Really?”



“So Newt um…. Were you the one that bandaged me?”

Newt blushed badly. “Y-Yes b-but I swear-”

“It’s alright Newt. I trust you. Your way to Innocent to try anything.”

“Oh thank God….”

Drive Me Crazy

Bellamy X Reader

Request? Yes:
(Idk if I sent this in or not lol) could you do a Bellamy X read could be an AU where they were FWB Briefly(but had secret feelings they didn’t share to w/ other) on the ark. when both are on earth he’s a huge player and doesn’t know Y/N is there until he sees her talking to Murphy, causing him to become a lot tougher(over the top mean bc he’s jealous) and it gets too much she runs away causing him to go mad, sending out a search party.(long one plz, your writing is great)

Author’s note: This is extremely long, so please be prepared. It’s not just a smut like most of the other things I write.

Italics=Ground flashback

Bold italics=Ark flashback

You scramble over broken twigs and mossy rocks, nearly tripping over your own feet. A brief glance behind you sends a fresh wave of terror coursing through your veins. The cloud of acid fog moves closer, reaching out in finger-like tendrils that claw over the ground. You turn your head forward again and your legs carry you faster. It won’t get you. You won’t just be another name crossed off the list of delinquents.

You feel like you’ve been running miles. The grounder horn you heard must have been blown an hour ago, at least. Every time you get the nerve to turn, sure that you’ve distanced yourself from the approaching mist, it seems to have gained on you. You’re desperate now, eyes scanning the woods for any place that might just shelter you from the worst of it.

Air whooshes from your lungs as you slam into something solid when your attention is turned. You grip the tree trunk for support as you try to force oxygen back into your bloodstream, but you continue wheezing. Maybe this is it. That’s what the chancellor sent you down here for after all, isn’t it? To die? Your will to keep going dissipates with every painful breath. You’re all but resigned to take what you’re given. This has to be less painful than seeing his face again anyway.

It’s a sick coincidence - a serendipitous chance. So much so that at first you think it’s only a mirage. But then you give it your full attention, and it’s actually there. A cave taunts you from thirty feet away. A bit of stone winks at you in a patch of sunlight, and your heart nearly stops. Then you’re running.

You can’t muster up the courage to look behind you again. You gave the fog too much time to catch up, and you’re sure you’ll fall if you don’t focus on where you’re going. You’re almost there. Mere feet separate you from cover.

A shriek leaves your lips as you feel a sensation like no other creep up your ankle. It burns like you’ve floated too close to the sun - white-hot and brutal. It takes everything you have to keep moving, and then you feel it again, but this time in middle of your calves. You scream again in agony as it travels up both your legs before you dive into the mouth of the cave.

You drag yourself further into the shelter, gritting your teeth as your skin cries in protest. A pained whimper is all that makes its way from your lips, your nostrils flaring with the intensity of your breaths. With a great amount of effort, you’re able to lean your back against a stoney wall, head propped back and eyes squeezed shut.

Tears fall down your face. It’s almost ironic how short of a timespan has passed since you last cried. It feels like déjà vu. You’re left wondering which pain is worse: this or what you had to endure back at camp? Do you really deserve either?


The flames throw shadows across the faces of the delinquents. You try to keep your eyes on the fire, but you find them flickering to his tent despite yourself. The entrance is only half sealed, and some of the material flaps in the breeze.

Murphy sits beside you, laughing around a mouthful of food at something Mbege said. In your opinion, he’s not funny. All of his “jokes” are cruel or vulgar. You only tolerate him because Murphy is so close to him.

You hand Murphy the piece of meat you had been nibbling at, your appetite lost to thoughts of what could be going on inside the tent. He takes the food from you with a raised eyebrow, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You’re not hungry?”

You shake your head and he doesn’t say another word before biting into the remaining food, draping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. You lean against him, eyes still flickering between the flames and the tent opening again. Murphy turns back to Mbege and continues their conversation, something about Wells or Clarke, you’re sure.

Your body stiffens as a body exits the tent. It’s a girl that you recognize, though you couldn’t remember her name even if you wanted to. She looks pleased, lips turned up into a quirky smirk, hair a mess. You chew on the inside of your cheek, an unpleasant knot forming in the pit of your stomach.

Then he exits in all his glory. He’s shirtless, torso exposed to the entire camp, a thin sheen of sweat drawing attention to the cut of his muscles. You swallow down the pain in your throat as you notice the way his hair is disheveled, dark curls unruly in the way that you find all too familiar. He pulls a shirt on over his head, and you’re able to train your eyes back on the fire and prevent any more pain from seeping into your bones.

“Hey, do you want to go hunting tomorrow?”

You look up at Murphy, surprised that he’s even paying attention to you. He tosses the bones into the fire and wipes his fingers on his pants, glancing down at you.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

“Have you ever gone before?”

“No,” you answer simply. You don’t have much of a stomach for killing things, but a chance of leaving the camp, even if only for a few hours, is an opportunity you can’t miss. Plus, Murphy is really the only person you know here. It’s quite uncomfortable when he’s not around.

“Okay, well I can show you the ropes.” He grins at you, that maniacal smile that he gets. You don’t know if it’s because he’s trigger-happy or he just can’t wait to get out of camp like you. “We’ll have to find a gun you can handle.”

You roll your eyes, sick of his constant teasing. That’s the way he is, though. You have to deal with it, and you have to admit it brings a smile to your face.

“You mean a gun that can handle me.”

“Oh,” Murphy’s eyes widen in surprise at your retort as he chuckles. Mbege laughs quietly beside him. “Cocky, huh?”

“Murphy!” The familiar voice startles you. Your breath catches in your throat as you glance in its direction. His face is stony, jaw clenched. He always looks angry these days, aside from when he’s pulling girls into his tent.

You’re surprised when his eyes flit over you. He hasn’t looked at you since you landed, let alone acknowledged you. Even when he’s been mere feet from you, you’ve doubted that he even knew that you were there. But now his eyes lock on your face, eyebrows drawn low. You look away quickly, heart pounding frantically in your chest.

“What, Bellamy?” The name sends a shockwave through you. Murphy shifts, pulling his arm from your shoulder. You sit up straight and glue your gaze back to the fire.

“Let’s go. I need you,” he speaks, voice rough. He’s much closer now. You can feel his presence behind you. Murphy pays your knee once and stands. Without him next to you, you feel cold and an anxious chill creeps up your spine.

“If the rest of you are done with your banquet you can get back to work!” His shouting makes you jump. His voice is loud and low, and the proximity of it is unnerving.

The delinquents seated around the fire stand, mumbling to themselves. You see Mbege roll his eyes. You reach down to grab your water bottle.

“That means you too, Y/N.” His voice isn’t any softer. It’s just as cruel as it has been since you reached the ground, though this is the first time it’s been directed at you. You’re not used to this tone. “Now.”

You rise to your feet and leave quickly without a glance behind you.


You’ve just finished dressing when you hear a knock at your door. Your hair is still damp, and you shiver when the door creaks open and a rush of air ruffles it. Bellamy stands on the other side, leaned against the frame, half-smile on his face, hair combed back.

“What are you doing here?”

His tongue peaks out to wet his bottom lip as he enters the room. You take a step back to let him in and he closes the door behind him. His janitor’s uniform swishes as he moves, the material moving against itself.

“I have a break,” he states, moving forward to grip your waist. “And what better way to spend my time?”

“I don’t know. I could probably think of a few,” you joke, trying to keep your smile at bay as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, lips prodding at your collarbone. Your fingers find the ends of his hair.

“Sure, you could.” He kisses up the side of your neck, fingers squeezing the flesh of your hips. A giggle leaves your lips as he lifts you suddenly, and you wrap your legs around his waist before he moves to plop you down on the mattress.

“But I just showered,” you complain, gripping the blue collar of his jumpsuit. The weight of his body presses into yours and you let out a gasp as he nips at your skin.

“Mmm, and you smell great,” he hums, threading his fingers into your hair and inhaling before pressing his lips to yours gently.

“I just got dressed,” you breathe in a last ditch effort.

“And now you’re getting undressed,” he replies with a deep laugh, pushing the hem of your shirt up your torso. “C'mon, I’ve only got an hour.”

“Well, in that case.” You give a sarcastic laugh and roll your eyes playfully.

“Yeah, yeah.” He shimmies down your body, open mouth pressing over your ribs. You arch your back as he reaches beneath you, unclipping your bra. You lift your arms as he peels both articles from your body to expose your chest.

“Don’t mock me,” you chide, flicking his forehead. He laughs again and kisses down your stomach, making quick work of your pants until it’s only the think layer of your underwear that separates you from him.

“Mhm.” His fingers hook into the hem of your panties and drag them down your legs slowly, igniting every nerve with his touch. His teeth dig into your inner thigh briefly, drawing a wince from you before his face appears above you once more.

“Don’t be sarcastic and I won’t mock you.”

You throw your body weight to the side until you’re seated on top of a shocked Bellamy. He grips your upper thighs and lets his eyes trail down your naked form after composing himself, lowering his head back against the mattress. You lean down and press your lips to the underside of his jaw, popping the top button of his jumpsuit.

“Don’t act needy and I won’t be sarcastic.”

“I’m not needy,” he informs you, sliding his hands up your back. “And don’t pretend you don’t enjoy this.”

You hum against his skin and pop the next button. This whole arrangement is a recent occurrence. It’s only been about two months since you started sleeping together. Bellamy’s been a close friend for a while now, and one day it just kind of happened. You couldn’t even recall the events leading up to it. He’s right, though; you do enjoy it.

“Okay, mister janitor.”

“Don’t pull that card again,” he complains with a groan. You laugh and sit up, continuing to unbutton the extent of his jumpsuit until you can spread it open far enough to run your hands down his torso.

“Sorry.” You lean down once more to plant soft kisses over his chest before he sits up and pulls his arms from the uniform.

“I’d rather you show me how sorry you are,” he says lowly.

Your heart flutters in your chest, heat pooling at your center. His fingers creep slowly up your sides and press underneath your breasts. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and smirks up at you.

“I’m really sorry,” you whisper, reaching underneath yourself to press your hand over his boxers.

“Mhmm, not sorry enough,” he responds, raising an eyebrow. You laugh and palm him slowly, pressing your mouth to the side of his neck. You can feel him hardening under your hand.

“I’m really, really sorry,” you whisper into his ear before tugging at his earlobe gently with your teeth. A gravelly moan slips from his mouth. You slide your fingers beneath the band of his boxers to wrap around his erection. A rush of air slips between his teeth. “And I like your uniform.”

“I believe you,” he mumbles, turning to catch your lips with his. You kiss him back, mouth parting to allow his tongue entry. You pull your hand from his pants before breaking the kiss.

“Cool, so all better?”

“Shut up,” he says with a deep laugh. You giggle along with him as he lays back on the bed. His hands slide down your thighs, tickling your skin.

“Turn around,” he says after a minute.

“What?” You furrow your eyebrows. Whatever position you choose, you’re almost always facing each other.

“I just wanna try something,” he assures you, tilting his head.

You chew on your lip and twist your hips, turning to face the other direction and straddle his thighs. You feel his fingers trace over the curves of your hips before he lifts you up a few inches. You suck in a sharp breath as he starts lowering you onto his length, one hand holding himself steady.

“Shit,” he mumbles under his breath, both hands finding their places on your hips. Your head falls back as he stretches you open in the way he always does. It’s such a good pain that you press yourself down until he’s seated completely inside you.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” you commend, hands falling to balance yourself just above his knees. You roll your hips once and Bellamy hisses behind you. It’s been almost a week since you’ve been together, and you’re sure the time has weakened him.

“You like that?” You nod quickly. “Move, Y/N,” he commands, his voice far less powerful than the words he speaks.

You lift up slowly before dropping back down. His cock stretches you again. This angle lets you feel all of him in every spot you need to. You’ve barely even moved, but already you can feel a few drops of sweat forming along your hairline.

It takes a moment for you to set a pace, but then your whole body is moving. You drop your head forward, hair brushing his legs with every bounce. You stop for a moment to grind your hips in a circle and a sharp grunt falls from Bellamy’s lips. His cock presses against a spot that has you seeing stars.

“Bellamy,” you moan out, eyes squeezing shut. He stiffens beneath you, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your sides.

“Fuck, baby, do that again.” The name sends a flutter through your stomach. You twist your hips once again, pussy clenching down around him.

“Yes, fuck!” His grip tightens even more on you, pulling you up to slam you back down. You let out a surprised gasp, thrown off balance by the force.

“Bell.” Your moan comes out in shaky breaths as he starts to guide your hips at a faster pace. You feel him thrust up to meet you, and your hands tighten around his legs to keep yourself upright. “Don’t stop.”

You’re slammed down roughly again, body pulsing. Bellamy continues to lift his hips from the mattress, breaths heavy as a string of profanities escapes his lips. Your legs quake beneath you while he grunts with effort.

“Bell, fuck, I’m gonna come!” Suddenly, you feel his chest pressed against your back, a line of sweat between the two of you. One arm wraps tightly around your ribcage, the other snaking around your thigh to play with your clit. He continues to fuck into you - hard.

“Come on my fucking cock, Y/N,” he growls, fingers prodding mercilessly at your center. “C'mon, baby.”

You do as told, pussy spasming uncontrollably around his thick girth. You can’t help the long moan that you let out as you lean back against him, head falling to his shoulder. He grunts into your ear. You feel him twitch, and then he’s spurting hot come into you, loud gasps against your shoulder blade as his arm tightens around you.

“Good girl,” he mumbles. “Your cunt always takes me so well.” His words send another shockwave through you.

“Fuck,” you whimper, gripping his thigh beneath you when he attempts to pull you off of him. “Give me a minute.” Your pussy is still out of your control, walls clenching every few seconds.

“Mmm,” he hums, lips pressing to your damp skin, fingers dancing over the side of your waist.

You’re able to regain some of your strength after another minute, peeling his arm from your body and climbing from his lap. He lays back and you collapse on the mattress beside him, both of you staring up at the ceiling. It’s silent for a few minutes as you both level your breathing, and you restrain from interlacing your fingers as you’d like to.

When you have the strength, you rise from the bed to clean yourself up some in the bathroom. When you return to the room, Bellamy is still in the same position, fingers laced behind his head, boxers pulled back on, but jumpsuit bunched up above his knees. You crawl over him to lay on the inside of the mattress and copy his form.

“Do you ever think about her?” you ask, voice quiet. You barely ever talk about such intimate things, but Bellamy’s life is very interesting to you. Nothing exciting ever seems to happen where you’re concerned, and you’re always prepared to delve a little more into his thought processes.


You hesitate before continuing. You know it’s a sore subject for him.

“Your mom.”

He’s silent. You’re scared that you’re pushing him too far. You’re only friends. He doesn’t want anything more than that. Who are you to act like his girlfriend?

“I’m sorry. We don’t have to-”

“Think about her? Like how she’d still be alive if it weren’t for me? Like how I’m the reason she was floated?”

You sit up immediately and turn to look at him.

“Bellamy, that’s not what I meant. I was just-”

“No, it’s okay.” He sits up and adjusts his boxers, slipping his arms back into his uniform and beginning to button it up again.

“Bell, really-”

“I’m late. I’m supposed to go visit O.”

You nod softly and lean back against the wall. He stands and finished doing up his jumpsuit before turning to you.

“I’ll see you later.” He leans down and gives you a quick peck on the lips. You smile half-heartedly as he turns to leave the room.

You won’t see him later. In fact, you won’t speak for the next three months. You’ll be imprisoned a day before the dropship is set to depart for a crime as stupid as stealing a pair of shoes. When you crash land, the appearance of Bellamy will be a complete shock to you, and it will take two weeks before he even realizes that you’re there.


“Nope, not happening.”

You take a massive step back as Bellamy’s hand juts into your shoulder roughly. For the first time since you landed, you look up into his face and maintain eye contact. He looks fierce, not the friend that you remember at all.

“What?” Your voice isn’t nearly as strong as you hoped it would be.

“What’s not happening?” Murphy turns with a deep frown set into his face. Mbege leans against a tree and adjusts the bag on his shoulder, seemingly uninterested.

“She’s not going with you guys.”

“Why not?” This time, you’re proud of the tone you’re able to take. All you want is to put some distance between the two of you, and that’s extremely difficult in this camp.

“Because you’ve never shot a fucking gun, Y/N.” He glares at you as if you’re stupid, as if you’re useless. “All you’re gonna end up doing is wasting ammo and probably hurting one of them.” He gestures to Murphy and Mbege and then crosses his arms. “We need them. They’re good shots.”

You furrow your eyebrows, shocked at how rude he’s being. You thought that he might be a little bit happy when he actually noticed you last night, but obviously you were wrong. His stance is solid, and you’re sure you won’t be able to convince him to let you go, but it’s worth a shot.

“They can teach me!” You look to Murphy briefly, but he’s just staring up at the sky, looking unamused.

“The hell they can!” You jump at the power of his voice, louder than last night. “We don’t have enough good ammo for you to be wasting it and scaring off animals!”

“Bellamy, lay off.” Murphy is focused on the conversation now and tilts his head in annoyance. “It was just an idea. She doesn’t have to come.”

“She’s not. Now go.”

Murphy rolls his eyes inconspicuously and turns to exit the camp, Mbege trailing behind him. Bellamy glowers at you for another moment before turning to busy himself with something more important. You’re left standing alone, curious eyes burning holes into your flesh.

“Find something useful to do, Y/N.”


“What did I say?”

“To set it in the pocket of your shoulder,” you mumble, pressing your fingers into the spot where you know a bruise will soon be forming. Your arms already hurt, and this isn’t going to make the pain much better. You didn’t realize how heavy the kickback would be.

“And did you do that?”

“No, Bellamy,” you grumble, clenching your jaw. “I wasn’t-”

“Next time I say something, listen to me.” His words have been slicing into you since before you even left camp. Now, you’re getting awfully sick of his voice and his rigid stance and the way you can feel his gaze on the side of your face. “Again.”

You lift the gun into position, making sure to place it in the pocket of your shoulder this time. You focus your sight through the crosshairs and aim for the center of the target, taking a deep breath, finger poised over the trigger. Once you feel steady, you squeeze the trigger, but all you hear is a click.


“Dammit, Y/N!” You almost drop the gun as Bellamy’s voice rings out. “What did I tell you?”

“I don’t-”

“You need to count your rounds!” He stalks closer to you and it takes a lot to stand your ground. “If you miscount, you’re dead!”

You keep your eyes trained on your feet, shaking with anger. He sounds so condescending. You don’t know how much more of this Bellamy you can physically take.

“Reload and go again.”

You drop down to your knees and are about to change out your ammo when his voice cuts through the air once again.

“Fuck, Y/N! Turn the damn safety on!”

“Okay!” You shout, surprising yourself at the power behind your voice. You glare up at him briefly and his nostrils flare.

You click the safety into place and detach the magazine, tossing it to the side and snapping a fresh one into the well. You rise to your feet once again and cock the handle before getting back into position, swiping your tongue over your lips. You take a moment to aim at the target and release a short breath before firing. The sound leaves a ringing in your ears as you pull back.

“Way low,” Bellamy comments, leaning back against a tree trunk. “Again.”

You grit your teeth and set up once more before firing again.

“Far left. Again.”

“Bellamy, I-”


You huff and pull the handle once more before raising the gun. You didn’t like it the first time you fired, and you hate it even more now. The weapon feels uncomfortable in your grip, and the thought of firing at anything with a heartbeat is suffocating.

Deep breath, fire.

“High. Again.”

This continues for another six rounds before you tip the edge of the target. It’s got to be a serendipitous accident, though.

“You skinned a grounder’s arm. Congratulations.”

“I’m trying-”

“Try harder.” His eyes are piercing when you turn to look at him. “How many rounds do you have left?”

“Uh, twenty-one.”

“You shouldn’t have to think about it. Again.”

You psych yourself up for another shot and, miraculously, you hit a few inches from the center of the target.

“Good. Now, do it again.”

Your confidence has built up, but only slightly. You look through the crosshairs and take another deep breath, preparing to shoot again.

“No, too slow.”

You lower the gun and huff out an exasperated sigh.

“Bellamy, I just started learning. I-”

“I don’t care, Y/N. The grounders could attack us tomorrow, for all we know. The longer you take to aim, the more time they have to kill you. You aim, you fire, and then you move on to the next target. This is as simple as it’s gonna get.” He pushes himself from the tree and moves to stand feet from you. “You don’t get a minute between shots to prepare for the next one. We need to take out as many as possible to protect our people. Again.”

You bite your tongue and lift the gun again, taking as little time as you can to aim. You miss by a mile.

“Fix it.”

You try to recalculate as quickly as possible and fire again. You’re still off. An annoyed groan escapes your lips.

“Again, Y/N.” His voice is loud, and sounds right by your ear. It startles you, but you adjust the gun against your shoulder and pull the trigger again, missing once more.

“Fuck,” you mumble, voice shaky.

You hear Bellamy grunt and then he rips the gun from your hands and positions it on his own shoulder. You take a step back as he takes only a second to aim and then fires. The sudden noise makes you jump. He hits the center of the target and then fires twice more in quick succession, succeeding both times.

He turns slightly to the right, toward another farther target that you hadn’t gotten to yet. He pauses only briefly and then more shots are fired. He turns once more to another target and continues to put you in your place. Eventually, Bellamy releases the magazine from the gun and tosses it to the side, dropping the gun beside the unused rounds.

“Out of ammo,” he reminds you. “That’s how fast you have to be before you go out hunting.”

“I can’t-”

“No?” Bellamy turns to stare at you, eyebrows raised, waiting for a response. You don’t give him one. You just wrap your arms around your body and find a spot on his chest to glue your eyes to. “You wanted to learn.” He grabs the discarded magazines and throws them into the bag of weapons, along with the gun. “If you can’t do that, then you can’t leave camp.” And then he throws the bag over his shoulder and starts back toward the dropship, leaving you in all your agony.


“So, you’re not gonna try again?” Murphy asks, lips pursing as you dab at his wound with a moonshine-soaked cloth.

“No,” you answer, shaking your head.

It’s been a week since your shooting lesson with Bellamy. You’ve tried to avoid him as much as possible, but somehow he finds a way to make every day a nightmare. Whether it be yelling at you in front of the camp, or making you do some stupid chore, he’s relentless.

“I don’t think Bellamy would even agree to if I asked him.”

“Why does he have it out for you? What did you even do?”

All you can do in response is shrug. You’ve been asking yourself the same question since he first interacted with you on the ground. What bothers you most is that no matter how awful he is to you, how miserable he makes you, you know deep down that you’re still in love with him.

“Well, he’s fucking crazy, so there’s that.” You smile as Murphy laughs at himself. You press the cloth harder against his leg. “Ow, fuck, Y/N!” You struggle to hold your own chuckle in.


“What are you doing?” The voice sends a sense of dread and thrill washing over you.

“Grounder skinned my leg with an arrow while we were out hunting,” Murphy explains, looking up at Bellamy. “I killed him, but it still hurts like a bitch.”

“Why are you cleaning it?”

His voice is like ice as it’s directed toward you. You close your eyes, mentally preparing yourself for what will happen next. It can’t be anything good.

“I figured with all the people that are already sick-”

“You’re don’t know what you’re doing, Y/N.” Your heart falls into your stomach.

“I just thought I could help out.”

“Well, you can’t.” He looks down at the bucket of alcohol beside you. “And now you’ve wasted a shitload of moonshine.”

“Woah, Bellamy. Calm down.” Murphy lifts his head to look Bellamy in the eye, his gaze stoney.

“Don’t tell me to calm down, Murphy. You know we can’t chance you getting an infection.”

He stands and you push yourself to your feet, still avoiding eye contact with Bellamy.

“Murphy, don’t. It’s not your problem,” you mumble.

Bellamy glares at him, eyes filled with fire. He takes a single, intimidating step forward and sets his jaw. “Go see Clarke. You should have gone there as soon as you got back. She’s the only one here that has any medical experience.”

Murphy stands still for a few more moments before glancing down at you and walking away. You feel a knot in your throat already forming, and you wrap your arms around yourself to hold in your emotions. Bellamy turns to you, eyes locking on your face as you stare at the ground.

“You’re not a fucking doctor.”

“Neither is Clarke.”

“But at least she has a clue about something,” he retorts, shaking his head.

“All I had to do was disinfect the cut and-”

“Yeah, and contaminate half of our moonshine supply in the process!” He kicks over the bucket beside you and you jump back. You finally find it in yourself to look up into his face, tears brimming your eyes.

“Bellamy, I’m not trying to-”

“Just stick to what you’re good at, and stop filling positions that aren’t open.”

He gives you one final glance and walks away. You stand there frozen, tears leaking down your cheeks. It’s completely beside you how the Bellamy that you knew could have morphed into this cruel human being. You can’t find any trace of the man from the ark.

It’s less than an hour later that you’re packing packing a bag with food and supplies. You’re sick of Bellamy. You’re sick of hearing his voice, because it’s nothing like you remember. You’re sick of seeing his face, because it’s hard and emotionless. You can’t stand when he touches you, because it’s rough and there’s no meaning behind it. You can’t stand another day of this.

You leave as soon as you have what you need. No one notices as you slip through a hole in the wall, and you don’t look back when you do.


It’s been hours now. You can’t find the energy to stand up. You ditched your bag back when you were running in an effort to speed up, and now you have no supplies.

Maybe Bellamy was right. You overestimate yourself. How long did you really think you could survive alone on the ground? You’ve barely made it two days now, and by the looks of it you won’t make another.

The pain in your legs is excruciating. You haven’t had the nerve to look them over, but you know it’s got to be bad. Not only is the skin burning, but the muscles are screaming in agony. You don’t remember having ever run so fast in your life.

Your body aches with exhaustion and your throat is dry. It’s a miracle you’ve been able to stay awake this long, but you can feel sleep settling into your bones. A few more minutes and you’ll be completely unconscious. A small part of you hopes to not wake up.

Your legs have been bent at an angle for so long that they’re starting to cramp. You start to stretch them out, and even the most subtle movements have you screaming. It takes minutes to straighten them, and then you’re sobbing like you did when you first found the cave. Another scream of agony leaves your lips when your burns make contact with the ground.

“Y/N!” The sound is distant, and your eyes are fluttering closed. It must be in your imagination. You’re so tired.


All you can do is cry. Even when you try to escape him, your mind reminds you of Bellamy. He’s everywhere. Even your thoughts aren’t safe.

“Y/N?” His voice seems so close, you can almost feel his breath on your skin. It echoes inside your skull, taunting you. And then you realize it’s the echoing of the cave.

“Bellamy,” you mumble. Your voice is weak.

He comes into view around the bend of the cave, and you’ve never seen someone look so angelic. His eyes are wide as they scan your body. He drops to his knees beside you, hands reaching for your face. The warm touch of his fingers comforts you and lets another wave of exhaustion roll through your body.

“What happened? What’s wrong?”

“The fog,” you begin. Your throat is parched, and you can hear it. “My legs,” you mumble after swallowing. You can barely keep your eyes open now, and your breaths keep getting shallower. “They hurt, Bellamy.”

“Okay, okay.” He presses the back of his hand to your forehead and mumbles something under his breath. “Stay with me, Y/N. You hear me?” You nod softly. “We’re gonna get you back to camp and then Clarke’s gonna fix you up.”

You feel Bellamy’s arm snake behind your back and the other beneath your thighs. He lifts you up, and almost immediately you let out an agonized scream. His hold falters before he regains composure.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispers. Your hands cling to his shirt, face curled into his shoulder. You feel him moving, and each step hurts. He’s yelling something, but you’re not sure what, and that’s all you remember before everything goes black.


You wake up screaming. Pain shoots through your right calf. There are strong hands pressing against your torso, holding you down. You open your eyes to someone kneeling beside you. When you twist your neck, you find Bellamy’s face. His jaw is set, but his lips tremble. You can’t look away. Then the pain comes again, this time worse.

“Stop!” you plead, shrieking again and attempting to writhe away from the touch. You feel other hands on your body that hold you in place.

“Clarke,” Bellamy barks, turning his head away from your face.

“The burns need to be cleaned, Bellamy.” Her voice is calm and steady, so much different from his. “If they’re not, we risk infection and then she could die.”

“Please,” you beg between sobs. You’re on your stomach, and Bellamy’s hands are the ones protecting your upper body.

“Just hurry it up!” You can’t lift your head to find the source of Murphy’s voice, but you bet some of these hands are his.

Your eyes squeeze closed when another wave of agony shoots up your leg, sobs ripping from your chest. “I’m sorry!” you all but yell, body wracking with tremors. “I’m sorry for whatever I did, Bellamy. Just please, make them stop.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I don’t know why you hate me, but I’m sorry!”

The pain now resides in your other leg as you feel pressure against the wound, and you’re screaming again, against all of your will. You feel other hands replace the ones on your back and Bellamy’s face comes into view as he lowers down beside you.

“Hey,” he whispers, hand resting on top of your head and thumb rubbing over your hair. His other hand finds yours, and you can’t help but squeeze tightly when your fingers intertwine. You’ve always wondered what it would feel like. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.”

You shriek again. You can feel a puddle of tears forming beneath the side of your face. Your hand grips Bellamy’s even tighter, trying to let some of the pain escape your body.

“You’re almost done,” Clarke speaks suddenly.

You open your eyes to find tears on Bellamy’s cheeks. He leans forward to press his lips to your forehead briefly and wipes his face with the back of his hand, sniffing quickly. You close your eyes, and only let out another few sobs before the prodding stops and the pain diminishes some. The hands leave your body, but you grip onto Bellamy’s like your life depends on it.

“She’ll be fine for now, but eventually we’re gonna have to clean them again.”

Murphy pats your back gently. “Glad you’re alive, Y/N.” You don’t say anything in reply as the rest of the people leave the room. You’re surprised to see Mbege in the group.

“Don’t leave,” you find yourself whispering.

Bellamy shakes his head gently and rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. “I’m not leaving,” he assures you. He glances down at your legs and clenches his jaw. “I’m so sorry.”

“How did you find me?”

His eyes trail over your face, fingers running through your hair. “A search party went out about an hour after you left.” He shifts so that he’s laying beside you, hands still clasped, fingers tracing your cheek. It’s soothing, to say the least. “I though you died in that fog.”

“As if you would care.” Your eyes are challenging as you look into his face. “Don’t pretend to worry about me now.”

“That’s all I do, Y/N!” You’re so confused by his sudden shift in attitude toward you. He sighs and turns his gaze to the ceiling. “I love you, okay?” Your heart flutters in your chest, despite the sheer exhaustion you feel. “You make me fucking crazy, and I’m in love with you.” The last part is so quiet, you almost think it’s a figment of your imagination, but your ears still ring with the words.

“I love you too, Bell,” you whisper. He looks over at you, fingers frozen on your cheek. You just stare at each other for a few moments before he kisses your lips quickly and then presses his mouth to your hair. You’re not sure how long you lay like that, but you fall unconscious before either of you move.

Not the Jealous Type

Request: I was wondering if you could do a Remus imagine where he heard guys talking about Y/N, his girlfriend, about how he doesn’t deserve her and he thinks it’s true but then he hears them talking about hot is she and how they imagine touching her body and he just gets so angry that he goes up to her and just kiss her so hard and it gets smut from here? And please can you make him so dominant and like in charge? You know, tying her to the bed and fistful of hair? Thanks Awesome writing btw, LOVE IT!!

A/N: So, I made the reader a bad-ass Hufflepuff, because I like to imagine I’m a bad-ass Hufflepuff. I’m not actually bad-ass, but I like to pretend to be bad-ass.  

Warnings: SMUT!!! And slight creepiness….


Remus Lupin was never the jealous type. Sure, he would get angry when someone was flirting with his girlfriend, but he knew that she would tell them off. They both trusted each other enough to know that they wouldn’t cheat. So, that never gave either of them reason to be jealous. Besides, most boys knew that she was off limits, just because of the sheer amount of times she had trouble walking and how there were certain days she would fold up her collar to hide the hickeys littered on her neck. So it came as a shock to her when he overheard something pertaining to his beautiful girl.


He was on Prefect duty when he overheard it happen the first time. 

“Yeah, so how are things going with asking (Y/L/N) out?” He heard a hushed voice. Remus gritted his teeth and clenched his hand into a fist.

“It’s fine, but then her ‘pwecious wittwe boyfwiend’ Lupin always shows up.” Another voice said mockingly.

“Yeah, he doesn’t fucking deserve her.” The first voiced growled out.

“Hey, Assholes!” A female voice shouted out. “I think I’ll decide who I deserve for myself, so why don’t you go fuck yourselves, because you obviously are too pathetic to get someone who would want to fuck you.”

Remus rounded the corner from where he was standing and you noticed and quickly walked past the two boys to your boyfriend. You placed a kiss on the side of his cheek. “Hey, Remus.” You said before grabbing his hand and pulling him around the corner and then you stopped. 

“Remus, are you okay?” You ask worriedly.

“Yeah.” He said distractedly, still not sure what happened.

“Don’t listen to them. They’re douchebags, okay?” You told him, cupping his face and forcing him to look at you.

He gulped a bit before nodding his head. 

You smiled at him brightly and he smiled back before grabbing your hands and lacing your fingers together.“I love you.” You said shyly, kissing him quickly.

“I love you more, my little badass Hufflepuff.” He said while nuzzling your nose.

“Somehow, I don’t think you could love me more than I love you.” You whispered to him, before placing another kiss on his lips. You pulled away, before un-lacing your fingers and starting to walk away. “I have to go to the library. See you later, Remy!” You yelled as you headed down the hallway to head to the library.

As you walked away, Remus chuckled before shaking his head slightly wondering how he was lucky enough to be dating you.

Little did he know that you were feeling the same way.


When he overheard it the second time, he was in the library studying for a Transfiguration exam.

“So, I heard that (Y/L/N) is good in bed.” One voice said.

“Yeah, I heard that she was going around giving blowjobs to anyone who asked.” Another voice said.

Remus clenched his teeth and tried to ignore it, trying to focus on his studying.

“Do you think she would give me one?” The first voice asked.

Remus’ hand formed a fist, and his quill broke in half. He felt his body stiffen with anger.

“Maybe, if she stopped hanging around that fucking Lupin.” The other voice said.

“Yeah, he doesn’t fucking deserve her.” The first voice agreed.

“Just imagine her moaning and writhing underneath you.”

“Yeah, and her screaming our name and she would finger herself.”

“And she would love her boobs being squeezed.”

Remus growled and stood up not being able to stand them hearing about defiling his girl anymore. He walked over to the table, not hearing anything but the blood pounding in his ears. He walked over and they were still engrossed in their conversation and he growled softly. His hand curled into a fist and he punched the table and glared at them. 

“I’d suggest you fuckers shut the hell about fucking my girl.” He snarled at them. “She’s my bloody girlfriend, not your plaything.” He seethed, his voice dangerously low. “And if you lay a hand on her, I’ll hunt you down and fucking murder you.” His voice was low and his green eyes had darkened to a gray.

“Hey, Remy.” Your cheerful voice cut through the air.

He turned on his heel and stared at you with his angry, intense eyes. He pushed you up to the nearest bookcase and smashed his lips to yours. His hands were everywhere, your hips, your waist, your shoulders. He had pinned your smaller frame up against the bookcase with no way of escaping. Not that you wanted to. This very possessive Remus excited you, if you were being completely honest. You melted into the kiss before he pulled away to stare down at you. Your cheeks were flushed, your eyes lidded and glazed and you were breathing heavily. He stared at your heaving chest making him go rock hard. 

“Remus.” You gasped out. “What’s gotten into you?” You ask, still breathing heavily. 

Instead of an answer, he kisses you again even more forcefully. He gripped your hips and ground into you, causing you to moan into his mouth. He took advantage of that and shoved his tongue into your mouth, and was completely dominating you. You loved it, though. But, you didn’t want to get caught. So, you brought your hands up to his shoulders to push him away from you.

“Not here, Remus.” You panted. Your protests faltered as he moved his face to your neck and started attacking the exposed skin there. 

“Remus.” You moaned out, trying your best to not give into his touch. “Remus, we have class.” You said, pushing him away, again.

“Fuck class.” He growled out. He stared at you with his smoldering gaze again, and you tried rubbing your thighs together to ease the tension building up inside of you. He grabbed you, and threw you over his shoulder, so that you were looking at his back, as he held onto your legs.

“Remus?” You question.

You felt a hand smack your backside. “Shut the hell up, unless you want to suffer.” Remus growled out. 

He stalked out of the library and before you knew it you were in his bedroom. He threw you onto his bed and you landed with an “oomph.”

“Remus, what’s going on?” You ask, slightly concerned, but thoroughly turned on. 

His eyes darkened even more, if that were possible. He pinned you down before growling into your ear. “You talked. Guess my girl is gonna have to suffer.” He nibbled on your earlobe causing a shiver to run up your body. He crashed his lips to your again and loosened your tie. He pinned your arms above your head and bound them with your tie. You moaned as his hand trailed down to your hip and gripped it bringing you closer. You lifted your leg and hooked it over his hip, grinding up into his crotch. He moaned into the kiss before his hand brought your other leg around his waist. His hands moved down to your ass, massaging and groping it causing you to moan even more and you moved your hips trying to create more friction. He smirked into the kiss before smacking your ass and pulling away to look down at you.

“Dirty girl.” He whispered into your ear. “So needy.” His voice was husky sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m the needy one?” You ask, arching your eyebrow.

He smacked your ass again, harder this time, and growled at you. “I told you not to talk.” 

“Make me.” You challenge. 

He took off his tie and pulled your hair forcing your head up. “Open your mouth.” He commands. You obey. With your mouth open he uses his tie as a gag and still grabbing your hair he whispers into your ear, “You’re only allowed to move when I tell you you can. You can only moan when I want you to, and most importantly you can’t come until I give you permission. Understand?” He growls seductively. 

You nod furiously and he releases your hair letting you fall back into the mattress. He stares down at you; your (H/C) locks spread wildly, your (E/C) orbs dark, your cheeks flushed, your chest heaving and your arms above your head making him want nothing more than to drill you into the mattress. He quickly rips your shirt off, buttons flying everywhere. When he sees your bra he growled frustratedly and just quickly rips it off. 

You try to protest, but not only were you gagged, but he was furiously rubbing your core through your panties. You push your hips into his hand, eager and wanting.

He shook his head. “Not yet, baby. You’ve gotta suffer.” He says, with a smirk. 

Your eyes widen because you just needed the relief. You tried to talk through the restraints, but only managed to make a series of pleading noises. 

He smirked down at you before pulling your skirt off your legs. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and started placing kisses on the inside of your thigh. He slowly works his way to your pulsating core, his slow nibbling driving you insane. He tortures your other leg the same way before he finally kisses you through your underwear. You (try to) moan loudly, your hips bucking into his face. He chuckles against your core, the vibrations driving you insane. You move your hips even more, but he pushes your hips down with one of his arms. 

He slowly pulled your underwear off before staring at your dripping core. He sticks a finger inside you without warning and start pumping furiously. He adds another finger and another and within moments you are ready to release, but before you can, he pulls his fingers out of you.

Your eyes which were closed, with the expectancy of ecstasy opened immediately and you felt so angry. But soon you were moaning through your restraints as Remus was eating you out. You were reaching your peak again, and you were ready to hit cloud nine when he pulled away. Again.

At this point you were beyond frustrated, because you couldn’t speak, couldn’t move and you couldn’t release. Remus released your gag and started to kiss you furiously. He moved away from your lips placing kisses down your jaw and neck.

“You can talk now, baby.” He said, while nibbling on your earlobe.

“Remus. Clothes. Off. Now.” You panted out, moaning lewdly as he moved on to sucking and nibbling at your perky nipples.

He chuckled against your breast before muttering out, “Needy, much?” 

“Remus.” You whined.He chuckles again and wastes no time in pulling off his shirt, pants and boxers. He pumped into you quickly and unexpectedly causing you to moan even louder. He thrusts into you relentlessly. You thrust your hips up to meet his, but couldn’t keep up, so you gave up, preferring to be dominated. 

You felt your high coming up. “Remus, please don’t stop.” You begged. “Please.” 

He gave no response, except plunging into you harder. You released all over him and screamed his name. He didn’t slow down, in fact he flipped you over and started fucking you from behind. He hit much deeper, and you moaned much louder. He started thrusting harder, the bed hitting the wall. He pounded into you relentlessly and you came again. He didn’t stop and he flipped you over again, placing your legs on his shoulders. 

“Please, don’t stop.” You moan out, your breath shaking.

“Don’t worry baby. I’m close too.” He reached up and undid your restraints and arms flew to his shoulders, your nails leaving red marks.

Within moments you both came, screaming each others name.

Needless to say, you couldn’t walk properly for a week afterwards and no boy ever talked about you again.


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