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anonymous asked:

What are your favorite shark facts?

*screeches with glee* Alright nonnie, you have asked me the best question EVER!

Apologies for taking two days to reply to this, life was a bit hectic

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Super Awesome Shark Facts

ONE

Sharks showed up 400 million years ago in the Devonian 358.9–298.9 aka “The Age of Fish” between the geological Silurian (443.8–419.2 million years ago) and the Carboniferous Periods (358.9–298.9 million years ago). By the time of the Carboniferous, we had amphibians and other small vertebrate creatures capable of crawling about on land. It’s during the Carboniferous Period that the continent of Pangaea first began to form (let that sink in for a second, the sharks were about before Pangaea even began to look like a continent, that’s how long these creatures have been about jfc). 

TWO

To date they’ve survived FIVE massive planet extinction events… ya know, those things that KILL PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING ON THE PLANET?? YEAH, THEM. We know of one that happened pretty recently in geological history; 65 million years ago when the dinosaurs went bye-bye. How fucking badass is that, Jesus Christ!

THREE

There’s currently over 500 types of Shark in the ocean at present (though not for long if people don’t stop KILLING THEM! CAN YOU NOT?!??). The most famous, of course, is the Great White (Carcharodon carcharias) and the Hammerhead (family: Sphyrnidae). For all that there’s a variety of Species, there are, of course, similarities in form and shape including cartilaginous skeletons (they’re literally made of the same stuff as the ridge of your nose is), enhanced electro-static senses (on their nose which is cute but also reason why if you boop them on the nose they ‘nope’ it out of the place; consider it not too dissimilar to bashing your funny bone and deciding to avoid that damned door in the future, same sort of logic tbh).

FOUR

You can pet a Shark on the nose. This isn’t really a fact so much as an interesting aside that I think is cute and adorable as shit so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[The still looks scary but honestly, he’s just giving the Tiger Shark a snack lol]

[I believe these are Lemon Sharks, which are fucking cute and I would cuddle one of them to the end of my life (I don’t have self-preservation instincts tho soooo)]

FIVE

You have a higher chance of dying from being attacked by hornets, wasps, bees, dogs and even a fucking coconut (if you live in Asia) than you do of being killed by a Shark. How’s that for some mad stats?

SIX

As I’ve said, Sharks have survived FIVE massive planet extinction events but, currently, 20-30% of Sharks are close to extinction because of us, humans. Commercial fishing means Sharks get caught on hooks and nets; homeopathic remedies that require parts of Sharks for them to ‘work’; and Shark Fin Soup all contribute to the decline of these amazing creatures that have lived on this planet longer than even our most distant ancestor has.

SEVEN

Thanks to the media and stupid ass people who think they know everything from a movie marathon of the Jaws series, people think all Sharks are man-eating monsters that want to murder anyone who dares go for a swim in the open water. Here’s the thing though, 97% of over 500 Shark species are HARMLESS to us. The ones that ARE harmful tends to be because we’re in THEIR space and fucking up THEIR shit (personally, I’d beat your ass too if you came near my home so IDK why anyone thinks Sharks are evil; they’re just animals).

EIGHT

The reason why so many Shark attacks happen in California and places like South Africa is simply because of the abundance of food for Sharks; Great Whites especially. Seals, Sea Lions, and Sea Otters are all on the menu for the Great White and us pesky ass humans keep getting in their way. It’s not their fault they mistake us for food. Honest mistake.

NINE

Connected to EIGHT. Most of the time, people die from a Shark BITE but the Shark doesn’t come back for a second time (usually) because, unlike pretty much every other species that’s evolved on this planet, Sharks don’t have the opportunity to test what something is before using their teeth on it. Humans bleed out horrendously fast, especially in water, so the cause of death for most Shark attacks is blood loss and shock, not actually being eaten by a Shark.

TEN

Whale Sharks are the largest Sharks on record out of all current, living Shark species. They can be over 13 metres in length and, while they look scary considering how humans usually don’t go past 2 metres (imagine seven people stood on top of each other and you’ve got an idea of how long a Whale Shark is), Whale Sharks are the most docile creatures ever. They’re quite similar to Whales (hence the name) that live on plankton, for example the Blue Whale, and are absolutely gorgeous.

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Hopefully these have been somewhat educational (while interspersed with my delightful attitude) and everyone can go on with their lives a little more aware and knowledgeable about Sharks.

Originally posted by amnhnyc

anonymous asked:

hey a while back I sent an ask about this and I don't know if it went through but user mch/anz/otr/as/shb/in is a trans exclusive radical feminist and anti-transgender. I just want your followers here (esp trans followers) to be safe!

Okay, normally I wouldn’t want to encourage call-out culture because this isn’t what the blog is about. We’ve been the victim of witch hunts and call-out posts before where people immediately believe whatever they read, and oftentimes, this stuff just isn’t true. When we do make the community aware of blogs that are potentially dangerous or harmful, we make sure to do our research and look for any sort of proof behind the claims.

When this anon first approached us a few weeks back, we searched through the blog in question and couldn’t find anything. But this anon came into our PMs (i.e. came off anon) and provided us with a lot of really troubling sources from this person’s personal blog, where they cite themselves as being a radical feminist. They also provided us with multiple posts on said personal blog, which we will provide simply for the sake of proving that we aren’t making any of this up:

As you can see, they are a Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminist (TERF) and we feel this is a danger for any trans McHanzo fans out there who may not realize this when they reblog from the McHanzo blog mentioned by the anon. 

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND, WE DO NOT WANT YOU SENDING HATE, DEATH THREATS, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT TO THIS PERSON. WE DON’T WANT YOU STIRRING UP DRAMA. We’re only alerting our followers because we want to ensure this blog is safe for all shippers, including our trans brothers, trans sisters, and non-binary siblings. For this reason, we will no longer be reblogging from them and we apologize to any trans followers we may have offended or hurt by reblogging their content. 

Before anyone says, “Your blog is all about drama, you’re using your follower count to bully someone, you have no business posting this,” I’m going to stop you right there. When someone comes to us with something like this, I feel it’s our obligation to speak up rather than to stay quiet. Yes, we may lose followers over this and we may get people angrily spamming our ask box, but in my eyes, it’s far more important to practice what we preach. We’re dedicated to making this blog a safe space for all and we’re not going to reblog content from a TERF, nor are we going to sweep the issue under the rug when a concerned follower brings this to our attention. 

Stay safe, trans friends. ❤

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 ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE - PART FOUR - PART FIVE - PART SIX

A/N: Thank you all again for the feedback. i am absolutely so excited to write this series, and have future parts planned already. It’s just so much fun to write and I thoroughly enjoy being able to look back at the first seasons. As well as with season four ending, i’m gonna need some 100 still in my life and this is the perfect way to do so. I also made this chapter SUPER LONG, three episodes mainly for you guys and the long waits between chapters but also because I want to finish off the season by combining the two finales.

I have about fourteen or so more days of school and then some finals, after that I will able to post much more on this account in general. More parts and more requests! :)

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 to write it more frequently.

AGAIN, remember if you’d like me to continue this series, just leave a little comment or an ask letting me know. I will NOT continue the series if no one wants me to.

Based off of: The 100 01x09, 01x10 and 01x011

Warnings: mention of violence. 


Originally posted by morleybell

“My friends, this is a historic unity day. Every year we mark the moment our ancestors of the twelve stations joined to form the Ark, but this time is the last time we do so aboard her. Next year, on the ground.”

“Right, after we did all the work.” Standing beside Raven, you looked over at Miller and rolled your eyes at his snarky remark. Though the whole of it was true, that didn’t stop the fact that you were happy the Ark was being sent to the ground. Kane… not so much. But you were happy that the civilians of the Ark are being given a chance. “Someone shut him up.”

“You shut up Miller.” You snapped back, crossing your arms. 

“No one’s forcing you to watch, Miller.” Raven backed you up. Turning to her, you sent her a grateful look for having your back. She only smiled, her eyes gazing back on the live-feed of Jaha. 

“For ninety-seven years, we have eked out an existence hoping that someday our descendants would return to earth…” 

“Didn’t peg you as the type to be supportive of Unity Day.” Raven commented from beside you. Tearing your gaze from the video, you let your eyes fall on Raven who was a few inches taller than you. You smiled shyly at her, shrugging your shoulders. 

Truthfully with your past, you most definitely shouldn’t love Unity Day or want to celebrate the beginning of the Ark. The Ark nor anyone on the Ark has ever given you the hope or the admiration of the Ark to do so, but there was something so amazing about the way the day lifted spirits. 

“I shouldn’t.” You complied, looking back at Jaha. “I definitely shouldn’t actually. But when I was a little girl, my father stressed and I mean stressed that I be one of the pageant kids. He had it set up that i’d be the one to give the speech, it was the most fun i’ve ever had.” You laughed lightly at the memory, a fond look coming over your face. Life at that moment was so wonderful. “My mother actually had been the one to dress me up and sit with me while I rehearsed my lines.”

You didn’t hear Raven respond, confused you turned to her only to be faced with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen on her. “That’s so cute.” She gushed and you blinked, blushing slightly. Suddenly serious, she turned curious eyes on you; “are you excited for your family to come down?” She asked, pointing to the sky. 

A frown crossed your features. Thinking back to your mother, a image of your father popped up in your mind. “No… I-I” You turned to Raven, only for all excitement that had previously been there to be absolutely disappeared. Concerned etched onto your features, and furrowing your brows, you leaned into her view and followed her eyes where you found Finn and Clarke. A solemn look crossed your features.

“Raven-”

“I’m fine.” She interrupted, touching your arm lightly. You gave her a questioning glance; “I’m fine, Y.N. I promise.”

“Whoo! Yeah!” Jasper’s cheering echoed throughout the camp. Looking over the crowd of people you saw him with again the brightest smile on his lips you’ve seen for days and he held a container over his head. “Monty strikes again! We’ll call this batch Unity juice! Who’s thirsty?” You let a smile slip over your lips as the crowd of people huddled around Jasper, all cheering for some moon-shine. 

You followed the crowd, making your way over to Finn who looked unimpressed. Turning your head, you saw a figure run by and squinting you discovered the figure to be Octavia. Seeing her run out of camp, you furrowed your brows in confusion until you realized that Lincoln had somehow escaped previously. 

Looking over at Finn, he made eye contact with you; “did you see that?”

“Yeah.” He responded, eyes squinting. “Yeah, I did.”


You hadn’t seen Octavia since she left, and apparently Finn had been as curious as you when he tried to get you to help him follow her. Though you’d declined because of the fact that you thought nothing of it. You had seen the way Octavia had looked at the grounder, Lincoln, and you could tell by the way he didn’t hesitate to save her. They loved each other, or at least they really cared for each other. 

If she wanted to sneak off and see him, you definitely weren’t going to stop her. You admired the kind of dedication they had for each other.

Plus, why would you wanna miss the party that had started. Looking around you, a bright smile graced your features as you stared at the litter of children stand around, drinking, talking or playing games. It was a rare sight to see everyone so relaxed and care free.

It almost made you love Unity Day even more. Looking around, you caught sight of Bellamy standing watch, your eyes also caught a head of blonde leaving his side. You walked passed Clarke, as you still felt slightly peeved at her for what she had done. Though you offered her a small smile when she sent you a hesitant one. You knew you didn’t have a right to hold a grudge at her, but you hated the way she had dug into your life which clearly wasn’t hers to meddle in. 

Shaking your head, you continued your way on to Bellamy. When you reached him, you sent him a soft smile. “Hey, why aren’t you partying?” You asked teasingly his way. He smiled, taking a bite out of his apple as he shook his head.

“Like I told Clarke, i’ll have my fun when the grounders come.” He smirked. You shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat; “what did she want anyway?”

“Nothing much, i just told her to have some fun.” Bellamy explained, his eyes fell on you and letting his gaze fall across you. “Which you should as well.” He reprimanded teasingly. You laughed, bringing the can of water to your lips, peering over the tip of the can. You shook her head, “nope.”

He raised an eyebrow, “no?”

“I’m not a fun drunk.”

“Oh? And you’d know this… how?” He asked, his eyes falling on the sky in thought. “Haven’t you been in solitary for like three years?” He asked, shaking his head at you. 

“Four.” You corrected, giving him a look. “But you don’t know the trouble I use to get into on the Ark. Let’s just say, nearly set my room on fire.”

Bellamy’s gaze fell on you, with a unconvinced look he looked curious at you. “Really? You?”

You smiled wildly, remembering that day. “Yup.” You nodded cheekily, “I was a trouble-maker.”

“Hmm,” he grumbled. A quizzical look on his face, after a moment of silence he suddenly chuckled. Tossing the apple in the air, he easily caught it and sardonically looked your way. “What a rebel.” You openly gaped at him, surprised that he could actually be so teasing, you had to hold in your laugh. Feigning hurt, you reprimanded him; “don’t mock me. I was a real badass.”

He shook his head, “oh. I’m sure.”

“Hey!” You yelled, slapping his shoulder. Your laughter died down slowly as you both looked fondly over the crowd of people. Sighing, you moved to walk away but not before looking back at him and smirking teasingly at him. “Well I think i’m gonna go see if Raven needs my help. Don’t watch too hard.” You slyly commented. He rolled his eyes, “don’t work too hard.” He replied honestly. You nodded half-assed before walking off and making your way to Raven’s tent. 


“Hey. Hey! There you are.” Looking up from the bullets, you turned your head to the entrance only to see Jasper. He wobbled slightly on his feet and was obviously at the least tipsy. “And Y/N! Awesome, i’ve always wanted to see you out of the professional facade.”

“What are you talking about Jasper?” You asked, cutting his drawl short. Setting down the bullet you’d been working on, you fully turned to the drunk boy and gave Raven a look. She shrugged her shoulders, shaking her head in frustration.

“Alright, listen. We’e playing drunkball. I bet Monroe my teams gonna win the Unity Day title,” smiling he set down a cup of alcohol in Raven’s hand. She sent him a tight-lipped smile and you had to bite your lip from smiling wildly. “I know you zero-g mechs had crazy hand-eye coordination skills, so, huh?” He offered, smiling wildly at Raven he turned to you; “and i’d just love to have you on my team Y/N.” He smiled cheekily at you.

You shook your head amused at his ‘smooth’ ways, “what do you think?” He asked, his eyes falling on the bullets before you two. Raven turned to set down the cup he’d offered her and you followed her, turning back to the table. “It’s gotta be more fun then what you’re doing.” 

“We’re checking the gun-powder in these rounds, so that if the grounders try to kill us all maybe we get a few shots before hand.” Raven explained, you silently nodding along with her. 

“Hmm. That’s intense.” Jasper commented. You laugh lightly at his comment, sending him a look that told him he wasn’t wrong. He shrugged his shoulders at you, and you shook your head before turning back to the table. “You sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Pretty sure, Jasper.” You responded. Sudden, a small explosion echoed beside you, with wide eyes you turned to Raven yelled damnit out in pain. You opened your mouth in shock, moving to help her but she gently shoved your hand off. 

“You guys maybe need a hand after you know, nearly blew one off?” Jasper asked, walking more closely to the both of you. You sat back down in your seat, letting Raven take this one. You didn’t know much about what you were doing, you were mainly just following Raven’s orders and once she told you you were a natural, you just continued to help.

You weren’t much of a partier as you told Bellamy, so keeping your hands busy was a more sufficient way of keeping away from boredom.

“No one’s a better mechanic.” Jasper explained holding up his hands. You focused back on their conversation when his eyes fell on you. He smiled cockily, “but this requires a chemist. How’d you do in chemistry class Raven?” She sighed, rolling her eyes. Jasper smiled brightly; “mmm well the fates are smiling upon you today, my friend. I was great in chemistry.” Defeated, Raven handed Jasper over a bullet. You watched curious as he brought it up to his nose and sniffed. “Oh! Nope. Oh, this is gassed off. Pretty sure it’s acidic smell means gunpowder’s degraded.”

You sighed, placing your head in your hands as you sighed frustrated. “Better start a dud pile.” Raven commented, dropping the bullet away.

“You know, when my parents get here, they can mix us up some new gunpowder.” Jasper started reminscing. You watched with a hint of jealousy as he looked onward fondly at the memory of his parents. “My dads gonna flip for this scrap metal. “My kingdom for a soda can,” heh. That’s what he always use to say. What about you guys? Got any family?”

Your smiled fell and falling silent, you watched as Raven shook her head, looking down at the table. “Nope. Just Finn.”

“You? Y/N?” Looking up, you found Jasper’s eyes on you and you realized he was asking you. Biting your lip, you sighed heavily. “Not really. Mom’s… d-dead. Dad doesn’t like me very much.” You explained, the sudden realization that besides the little bit of information you’d told Bellamy you’d never really talked about your family before. It was always something you hated to talk about, but there was something about the people you were around that made you feel as if you were in a safe place to explain.

“Well…” Jasper started, the clear awkwardness he felt evident in his voice; “we’ve all got each other now, right?” You looked up at him, smiling. 

“Yeah… yeah we do.”

“Jasper, you’re coming with me.” A sudden deep voice entered the tent. Turning you found Bellamy making his way in, a small smile on his lips when he found you. You immediately noticed the gun in his hand, and with wide eyes listened closely to his conversation. 

“I am?” Jasper asked.

“You handled yourself well in the cave with the grounder.” Bellamy moved forward, lightly pushing past Jasper to grab some bullets. Grabbing his wrists, you stopped his effectively as his gaze fell on you. “If you’re planning on shooting anything, you better think twice. We haven’t check those yet.”

“Give me some bullets that work then.” Bellamy responded, you ignored the way he responded so quickly and rather quite rudely. “What do you need them for?” You were quick to respond, looking up at him.

“Her boyfriends being an idiot.” Bellamy explained, nodding his head over to Raven as he turned to her. You let go of his wrist, leaning against the table as you listened closely to the conversation. Raven grabbed some working bullets, smacking them against his chest, “i’m coming with you.” She declared.

“We should get Clarke.”

“Clarke’s… with Finn isn’t she?” Raven asked. Bellamy didn’t exactly respond but with the look he gave you all, you figured Raven understood. They all stood up, filing out of the tent. Reluctantly, you looked at one of the guns, thinking over. You didn’t want to leave your friends if they were to be in danger or if they were already in danger and you’d never strayed away from helping your friends before. Sighing, you grabbed the gun, quickly catching up to Bellamy and co.

Once he realized that you’d followed behind, he stopped, turning to you and grabbing your arm. You looked up at him, confused as he stared down clearly concerned for you. Bellamys eyes fell on the gun in your hand as you tried not to shake it. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I’m not gonna leave our friends, you, to die.” You stressed, pacing on your feet nervously. “I’ve got this. I’ll-I’ll be fine.”


“Ground princess looks pissed.” You commented.

“Our princess has that effect.” You ignored the stab that seemed to hit you, as you couldn’t describe exactly what you felt at the mention of his nickname. Shaking your head, you lifted your gun and using the view-point you watched nervously as Clarke seemingly chatted with some sort of leader of the grounders. 

“Oh, no. This is bad.” Jasper suddenly panicked from beside you. Placing wide eyes on you, you asked; “what?”

Bellamy turned towards the both of you as well as Raven and whispering in a slight hush, he spat at Jasper; “what the hell are talking about?” He repeated your question. Jasper raised his gun to his eyes, looking around the forest around you all; “there’s grounders in the trees.” 

“What?”

“Where?”

You all raised your guns, but you furrowed your brows when you found nothing. Turning to Jasper, you shook your head. “Are you sure?”

“I don’t see any.” Bellamy commented, and you nodded mindlessly. You watched Jasper once again as he looked around the forest, suddenly his face contorted into panic and you were a second too late when he lurched forward and suddenly yelled; “there gonna shoot Clarke! Run!” He screamed aloud, alerting everyone of your guys presence. 

“Run!” He repeated, raising his gun as he started shooting. Your breath left you as the bullets fired and trying to keep calm, you tried to call his name in order to stop him. He didn’t listen though as he continued to shoot. Bellamy and Raven were quick to follow as they begun shooting. Bellamy’s eyes fell on your for a split second, and shaking your head you felt him give you the encouragement you needed in order to step out of the cover of the trees.

Raising your own gun, you ignored the way your hands shook and begin pressing down on the trigger. You managed to hit one grounder as they fell to the ground. You ignored the way your heart sped up rapidly, you hadn’t had to kill anyone since… Taking one moment of shock was a mistake, when an arrow flew past your leg and lightly grazed your calve. You grunted, dropping your gun as you grabbed your leg in pain. The edge of the arrow caught in your leg and biting your lip you were quick to pull the arrow out of your leg, grunting softly in pain. 

You fell back into the cover of the trees as you looked at the blood that covered your hand, you were lucky you realized that it hadn’t actually pierced your skin and it had only managed to peel your skin apart. 

You tried to get up on your own, wanting to be able to follow the rest as they began running away. You let out a sigh of relief when two arms wound around your waist and you were hefted against someones side. Turning your head, you looked at Bellamy who sent a reassuring smile your way. “Thank you.” You panted against him.

“We need to run and fast. Can you help me?” Bellamy asked, you nodded, picking yourself up as you began to pick up the speed in your legs.  

You all continued to run, holding on tightly to Bellamy. You ignored the pain in your leg as you noticed Finn, Clarke and Octavia catch up to you all. It wasn’t long before you all reached the gates of your safe-place. Panting you softly pushed away from Bellamy, nodding a thanks but he only shook his head tightening his grip on you as you nearly stumbled over in pain. Shaking your head, you reluctantly let him help you.

Your gaze fell on Finn when he glared up at Bellamy, Bellamy seemed to have noticed as well as he turned onto Finn. “You got something to say?”

“Yeah. I told you no guns!” Finn yelled, stressing his point as he pointed to all of your guns.

“I told you we couldn’t trust the grounders, I was right.” Clarke defended.

“Why didn’t you tell me what you were up to?” Raven asked, yelling.

“I tried but you were too busy making bullets.” Finn yelled at her. Suddenly angry that he would yell at her like that, you moved forward, Bellamy quick to help you as you turned angrily on Finn. “You’re lucky she brought that! Or else you and everyone you decided to put in danger would be dead!”

“You don’t know that!” He shouted back at you, “Jasper fired the first shot!”

“You ruined everything.” Octavia commented. Mouth gaping openly, you turned to her shocked as she turned around heading to the gate but not without shooting you a glare on her way. Baffled by her turn of feelings on you, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You didn’t want to kill them but they were clearly there to kill your friends. You hated death but you’d rather have them dead than have your friends dead if there’s no other way.

You shot Jasper an sympathetic look when he yelled; “I saved you!” Shaking his head, he laughed begrudgingly and walked after Octavia. “You’re welcome”. 

“Well if we weren’t already at war, we sure as hell are now.” Finn sighed, turning to Clarke, “you didn’t have to trust the grounders. You just had to trust me.” He walked off and shaking your head, you looked at your leg, moaning suddenly when a shot of pain travelled through your foot. “Woah. Y/N, you okay?” Bellamy asked, grabbing your waist as you nearly toppled over.

“Okay. Okay. Let’s get that bandaged.” A sudden explosion sounded and all three of you turned up at the sky as an object seemingly flew down. You looked up, your face twisted in pain as you all watched the ship fly down with curiosity.

“The exodus ship?” You asked, confusion evident in your gaze. 

“Your mom’s early.” Bellamy commented, smiling down at Clarke. You ignored the gaze and looking up, you followed the exodus ship thinking your father is definitely on that. A hopeless feeling filled within you as you shook your head, you didn’t want him down. Though you were somewhat happy Clarke’s mom was able to come down, the dread that filled within you overpowered.. 

“Wait. Too fast. No parachute?” Clarke suddenly asked, a panicked echo coming over her voice. You stepped back in pain but watched as the ship flew down and suddenly an explosion echoed beside you. Opening your mouth in utter fear, you watched the smoke evaporated from where the ship had crashed. You let your gaze fall on Clarke as she gasped in distress. She took a step back in shock and with wide, guilty eyes you looked up at Bellamy.

He only shook his head.


“You don’t really know what you’re made of until it’s kill or be killed. And there’s nothing between you and the tip of the spear.” You rolled your eyes at Jasper surrounded by a group of some of the hundred as he told his ‘hero’ story of how he saved everyone. You appreciated Jasper and you felt bad for him after everything that happened the day before but this was near too much.

It was amusing. But what was he gonna do the next time someone needed his help and he froze? You had faith in him but setting himself up this high is a dangerous and risky move. Turning your head to Monty, who you sat beside, you sighed; “okay. This has to stop.” Just as you went to jump down from your seat, Monty grabbed your arm, stopping you as you turned to him in confusion.

“C’mon.” He gestured over to Jasper; “let us have this.”

Furrowing your brows, you looked over at Monty. “Us?”

“Look at him. The boy is a folk hero. They even gave us a bigger tent.” Monty smiled as he looked over at Jasper proudly. Looking at him, you decided not to move but your heart sped up when a sudden clatter echoed. This time you actually did jump off onto your feet, quietly groaning when you landed on your bandaged leg wrong. Monty’s hand fell on your arm again, “woah. Y/N be careful.”

“Somebody hit the trip wire!” Connor yelled. You turned to Monty giving him a reassuring smile as you headed quick to the gates. Octavia fell in beside you and with guarded eyes you watched her gaze fall on something, you followed her line of vision when you found a flower. You shook your head. 

Gun shots fired and you turned your head to the two men on watch. “Think i got him.” One of them said, “let’s go.” Connor ordered, you stepped forward quick to follow behind them. 

“Lincoln.” You heard Octavia whisper, and with narrowed eyes you turned to her. She stepped forward as if to follow you three out but you placed your hand on her shoulder. “I think you should stay back.”

“Oh? And who are you to-”

“Because I know why you want out there and i’m telling you, it isn’t him. Lincoln isn’t stupid enough to be caught on one of our trip wires.” You explained, looking at her. She finally looked at you, her gaze softening when she realized you were right. Stepping back, she eased and you quickly caught up to Connor as they exited camp through the gates.

You ran up ahead of them, concerned on who it was. You weren’t sure why, but you knew the people you lived with now and even if they were your friends they didn’t hesitate one bit to kill or be ruthless to those they thought untrustworthy. At least this point, if the person you found deserved even just a chance then maybe you could help convince your people do so. “Hey, slow down!” Connor called behind you, his feet picking up speed as he tried to catch up to you; “Y/N be careful!”

Coming to a tree, you could see a faint figure on the ground. Though you weren’t sure who it was yet, it was very clearly a male, and by their stature and how he laid on the ground in seemly pain you felt your heart sped up in worry. Taking slow cautious steps, you crouched down ever so slightly, your hand coming out before you to touch the man, though when you did he immediately flinched, jumping away.

You squinted trying to see who it was, then as you deciphered who the figure was, you felt your breath catch in your throat and your heart practically stop. You never thought you’d see him again and you certainly didn’t want to. “Murphy?”


“Where is he?” You barely paid mind to Bellamy’s voice behind you, instead your eyes stuck on Murphy who was curled into a fragile position. Your eyes were set into a glare and your lips stuck in a grim line, you weren’t sure what to make of him being back here.

Suddenly, being pulled from your thoughts you heard Bellamy’s footsteps echo beside you as he stopped just next to you. You glanced at him but your eyes almost subconsciously flew back to Murphy, you still weren’t trusting of him. “Everyone but Connor, Derek and… Y/N out. Now!” Bellamy ordered, you didn’t really pay mind to his order because even if he hadn’t ordered you to stay, you would’ve.

“He claims he was with the grounders.”

“We caught him trying to sneak back into camp.”

“I wasn’t sneaking. I was running from the grounders.” Murphy’s quiet voice finally spoke, looking up at you. You glared at him, memories flooding your mind as you remembered when you’d first gone down to earth and how rude and disrespectful he’d been to you. Though you knew he didn’t deserve the punishment he had received for a death he hadn’t even committed, you still held a certain resentment towards him.

“You see grounders, Y/N?” Bellamy asked, turning to you. Looking up at him, you shook your head giving him his answer.

“Well, in that case-”

“Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?” Finn interrupted, his hand shooting over towards Bellamy as he slapped the gun out of Bellamy’s hand. You silently agreed that maybe shooting Murphy wasn’t the best idea, but you said nor did anything and rather continue keeping your eyes on him. There was something fishy about the way he’d come back. He was clearly with the grounders, the marks and scars on him proved so, but what you just couldn’t understand was why they let him go.

“We were clear what would happen if he came back.” Bellamy argued, raising his gun again. Suddenly, a realization came to mind and jumping in front of Bellamy’s gun, you held your hand at your sides. “Wait.”

“Y/N please don-”

“No. No. I don’t trust him Bellamy, but if he was with the grounders, he might have information that can help us.” 

“Help us?” Bellamy asked, shaking his head in shock at you. “We hanged him. We banished him and now we’re gonna kill him. Come on Y/N, get out of the way.”

“No Y/N’s right,” Clarke defended you. Stepping forward towards Murphy. 

“Like hell she is,” Bellamy argued, raising his voice; “Clarke. Think about Charlotte.” 

“I am.” She spat back, crouching near Murphy. “But what happened to Charlotte is as much our fault as it is his.” She mumbled, picking up Murphy’s hand and viewing the bloody hand. “He’s not lying. His fingernails are torn off, they tortured him.” 

“If they had him. If they were torturing them, why the hell did they send him back?” You asked, stepping forward. You couldn’t believe anyone hasn’t thought of this yet, there must be an alter-motive. “I mean, we’re at war. They could’ve used him as leverage.” You explained, though your people may not care for Murphy, they wouldn’t have known that. 

“Yeah. We’re at war. What did you even tell them?” Bellamy asked, looking at Murphy. You sighed as they ignored your question. Turning to Murphy, you waited for his reply, hesitant to hear his answer.

“Everything.”

You took a deep breath inside, you almost felt like your heart would leap out of your throat. Turning to Bellamy, you stood so you were just before his chest, slightly off to the side. “Once he’s better, we figure out what he knows, and then he’s out of here, okay?” You asked, looking Bellamy in the eye.

“What if he refuses to leave? What do we do with him then?”

“Then we kill him.”


You felt ill; nothing felt right at all. But you ignored it best you could as things needed to get done. With the new presence of Murphy and the grounder’s declaring war on you all, there wasn’t anytime for you to be lazing around because you felt a little under weather. 

Turning to the fire, you wiped the sweat off of your forehead and dropped a log into the fire. It was only day time, but you all needed to keep warm. Despite the sweat you felt littering your forehead, your arms and body felt unusually cold. You put more pressure on your right leg, as your left leg was still bandaged because of the wound. 

Pressing your jacket tighter against you, you tried to stay stable on your feet as the world grew wobbly and you felt as if your feet couldn’t hold your weight. You took a step back, stumbling slightly as you tried to stay focused.

“Y/N!” Bellamy’s voice echoed behind you, turning faster than you meant to, you panted when you saw Bellamy running towards you. He ran towards you, stopping just short of you as he grabbed your shoulders and his eyes searched your face. His eyes scanned everywhere and in bafflement you furrowed your brows, confused as to what he was doing. “Bellamy?” You questioned lightly.

“Murphy brought in a sickness with him, a battle tactic. How do you feel?” Bellamy asked hurriedly and you meant to answer, but you felt it suddenly too hard to speak. You felt your head and eyes grow heavier as Bellamy was the only thing keeping you stable. “Y/N?” He asked concerned, you blinking. “Y/N, your nose.” Bringing your hands up to your nose, you looked back to find blood. Staring at Bellamy with sudden fear you sob, “Bellamy…”

Suddenly all strength left you and you felt your body falling, Bellamy was quick though as he slipped his arms underneath your knees and back. He hefted you up, quickly making his way over to the drop-ship.

He brought you in, Clarke already beside you. Quickly, with wide panicked and concerned eyes, Bellamy set you down on a makeshift hammock. He let go of you gently but fell beside you as Clarke grabbed a clothe to wipe the blood from your nose. You looked over at her with a vulnerableness she’d never seen in your eyes before, and smiling reassuringly she brushed your hair back. “You need to rest.” She reassured, turning to Bellamy. He nodded.

“I’ll watch after her.” Clarke handed over the wet clothe to Bellamy, him setting it down against your forehead. Dread filled his gaze as you looked over at him for support. “Bell…” Despite the moment, he stared baffled at the nickname that slip passed your lips. You hadn’t realized what you said and panted; “Bell… i’m scared.”

He hadn’t seen you so frightened since that day at the depot and he wished he’d never have to see that look of fright on your face again. Smiling softly at you, he nodded; “you’ll be okay. You just need to sleep.” He went to stand up; “I’ll grab you some water. Then I need you to sleep okay?”

“Wait.” You called in panic, grabbing his hand. He froze at your touch, his head turning back to you. With trembling lips and a pale face, you held fast onto his much larger hand. “Bellamy. I-I need to tell you something.” He remained silent, thinking over his decisions, before he kneeled back down next you. Nodding at you, he held your hand back. “Kane… Marcus Kane is my d-dad. I’ve been too afraid to tell you, since he’s the man who ruined your life b-but… please. I never meant any harm to you.”

Though the new information took him by surprise, Bellamy didn’t falter in his reassurance and instead continued to rub his thumb over your clammy hand. “It’s okay, Y/N. Like I said, you’re not a murderer.”


“When I get better, if you’re still he-”

Standing up from your seat with renowned strength, you made your way over to Murphy and Bellamy. Kneeling next to Murphy, you sent a small smile his way, still quiet nervous around him and grabbing the cup of water from his hands you said; “here. I’ve got this.”

Murphy complied, handing you the cup and standing up. You sat beside Bellamy, your hand stretching over and handing him the cup of water, he easily accepted it compared to when Murphy had offered. “You feeling better?” Bellamy asked, his eyes scanning over your fragile body.

“Yeah.” You whispered, smiling small and nodding. 

“That’s good.”

Hugging yourself, you leaned into yourself more, leaning your head against your knees. “You seen Octavia?” He asked, thinking back you realized how much she done throughout the night and with a reassuring glance you explained; “she was up all night helping people. Murphy gave her a break.”

“Don’t tell me you trust him.” Bellamy mumbled, looking over at you.

“Trust? No,” you were quick to shake your head, stunned that he would even think that. “I do believe people deserve second chances though.”

“It’s almost dawn.” He stated and you remembered of the mission that everyone not sick had been given. You wished you could’ve helped instead of being helplessly sick and inside the dropship all day. But you had faith… well slight faith at least. More like hope. “We better get everyone inside. If we lock the doors, maybe the grounders will think we’re not home.”

“Not everyone’s sick.”

“Sick is better than dead.” Bellamy snapped back.

“You don’t think Finn and Jasper are gonna pull it off.”

“Do you?” Sighing, you realized that he was right. You gave him a cold look, shaking your head. You should really learn to have more faith in your friends but maybe some other day. Clapping your hands against your knees, you straightened out, heading towards the drop-ship door. “I’ll get everyone inside.”


“Hey! Bellamy!” You called, running towards Bellamy. Upon hearing his name, he turned around from whatever he had been doing, his face softening when he saw it was only you. Reaching him, you stopped just next to him, panting slightly, your eyes fell on his gun that was strapped to his side and then across those around you who also held guns at their side.

You had yet to grab one yourself, though Bellamy had many times told you to do so over the past few days. After healing from being sick and your leg wound sealing up again, you’d learned, thankfully, that Jasper, Finn and Raven had been able to complete the mission for the bridge. Ever since then, the knowing fact without even having to say it, that the grounders were coming. But despite the fear and despite the nagging, you refused to carry around a weapon.

You’d use it if need be, but you wouldnt flaunt around with it.

“Your leg any better?” Bellamy asked, looking over at you.

“Uh- yeah. Any sight of the grounders?” You asked, concern etching into your features. Bellamy shook his head no, a focused look on his face, crossing your arms over your chest, you sighed. This whole situation was just sucky, for lack of better word, and there wasn’t a day where you didn’t live in fear. “Who would’ve thought, when we came down that we’d be fighting our own people.” You shook your head, dread filling within you.

A hand fell on your shoulder and snapping your head up you saw Bellamy smiling somewhat reassuringly at you; “it’ll be okay.”

You laughed dryly, “I find it hard to believe that.”

“We’ll defeat them. Jasper may be able to create new gunpowder and with that Raven will be able to create landmines. I only wish she could make about a thousand more of those bombs and I could set loose on their land.” Bellamy remarked, sighing frustrated. Upon your look of disagreement, Bellamy shrugged. “It’s what they’d do to us.”

Reluctantly, you nodded. “I know… it’s just… we’re on our own for this. No ones coming down to save us.” You whispered, anxiously shaking your head. Bellamy said nothing but looked down to the ground, silently agreeing with your statement. Suddenly, remembering the secret you’d shared with him just a few days ago, your eyes widened. “Bellamy…”

“Yeah?”

“About my father-”

“Y/N we’ve been through this. It’s fine.” Bellamy responded, “I do not care who your father is.”

“But my father was the one who arrested your mother…”

Bellamy’s eyes widened, and shocked he looked over at you. No one but he knew of the fact that your father was the one who put the handcuffs on his mother, “how do you?”

“Because I was there…” You whispered. Terrified of his reaction, you hesitated looking at him but you regretted the minute you did so. Betrayal etched into his features, as he stared down at you in bewilderment. You, immediately reading his facial expression, you panicked and reaching your hand forward to grabbed his shoulder. You jumped, startled when he pushed your hand away. “Bellamy,” you started. “You have to believe, I didn’t want, I-I didn’t know-”

“Whoa! Guys fire!” You heard in the distance, Bellamy’s attention was immediately brought upon the camp. You tried to grab onto his arm but he ran forward, and sighing, knowing you’d screwed up, you ran forward as well, his widening when you saw the wild fire that had started in the meat house. Shaken up, you watched as Bellamy grab Octavia and pull her away from the fire.

You begin helping out by shoving buckets of water on the fire. 

“This is all your fault.” You head Murphy grunt, standing up as he stalked towards one of the hundred. “We told you it was too much wood.”

“Get the hell away from me!”

“Whoa! Whoa!” You called, running towards Murphy. Grabbing him, you tried to pull him away but he only shoved you back. Grunting, you stumbled over your feet but caught yourself before you fell. You stared in bafflement at Murphy’s back. 

You watched Bellamy run by you, effectively able to stop the fight. Turning to Murphy, Bellamy called: "save it for the grounders!”

“Well, now what the hell are we gonna do?” Octavia suddenly bellowed, catching Bellamy’s attention. “That was all our food.”


“Each group takes someone with a gun.” Holding a gun close to your chest, you stared at the file of the people walk by as they sorted themselves in groups. After everything with Bellamy, you realized you didn’t really have anyone to go with. “And they’re for killing grounders, not food. We don’t have the ammo. Use the spears for hunting. Get what you can, be back by nightfall. No one stays after nightfall.”

You stared pitifully at those around you, suddenly realizing how singled out you were in this group. Suddenly, a hand fell on your shoulder, and startled, you turned to find Clarke. You held back an eye roll as she smiled at you. “Got a partner?”

You went to decline but looking around at the people around you, all ready to go. You sighed. “no.”

She smiled; “great! I’ll get some gear.” She said, walking forward. You watched with curious eyes as Finn walked beside her. You stayed slightly behind, thinking that they would like to go by themselves. You sighed once again, turning to walk away before a hand grabbed your wrist. Turning you found Clarke again.

“Where you going?” 

You looked back at Finn, who awkwardly stood at a distance away from you both. You hadn’t really talked to him or gotten along with him since the whole grounder shoot out thing. It felt tense. “I was about to go, I thought you’d like to go alone with Finn.”

“I asked you, remember?” She reminded you, falling in step beside you. Finn stayed slightly behind and you turned to her, confused on why she was so intrigued with going with you. Seemingly catching what you were thinking, she looked over at you, smiling ever so slightly. “I want to apologize, about the whole thing with your father.”

Nodding, you remained silent. Thinking back to that moment, despite the anger you’d felt this entire time, you knew it was such a silly thing to get so upset over. “So, i’m sorry.” She whispered, leaning in closer to you. Turning to look at her, you sighed when you saw her give you the best smile she could and shaking your head slightly at the desperate look on her face, you held down a laugh. 

“It’s all good. It was a stupid thing to get so upset about anyway.” Her smile brightened further, and bumping you slightly she laughed.

“Okay. Awesome.”


“Found something?” You asked, looking down at the crouched figure of Finn. He didn’t turned back, instead opting to continue tracing the tracks that they had discovered. “Yeah. Boar.” He replied.

Holding the gun tighter in your hands, you looked around the forest, cautious of grounders. Being out here was extremely stupid and dangerous but you knew that you guys needed to find food. You would’ve stayed back, you weren’t a hunter and you definitely didn’t like having to hold a gun, but anything was better than staying back at camp when Bellamy was upset with you.

You should’ve never told him that you were there when they arrested his mother. It wasn’t as if you’d done anything yourself, but you knew that it would hurt him to know that at one point you had even maybe been like Kane. Before everything happened, there was a possibility that you had been. Kane was trying to teach you the ways of the Ark and going around, helping him enforce the law was just one of those ways.

You felt bad, but he needed to know the truth. No matter how long Bellamy decided to stay mad at you.

“What is it?” You heard Clarke ask Finn in concern. Seeing them both crouched down, you followed after them as they had stepped away and looked down at the tracks before you.

“These tracks.” Finn explained, baffled. 

“They’re perfect.”

“Too perfect.” You commented, holding your gun higher as you stared around you in panic.

“We’re the ones being hunted.” Standing up, you held your gun up to your face, using the gun to look around. You furrowed your brows when you found nothing but trees and vast open spaces, you had a good feeling they were there, but the question was where.

“I don’t see anything.” You report to them, not setting down your gun and instead continuing to look around you.

Suddenly, before you could even do anything to defend yourself, there was a sharp pain in your shoulder. You grunted, bellowing out in pain and you fell back to the ground. You saw a arrow fly by your head as you fell but could only pay attention to the pain you felt in your shoulder.

You let go of your gun, your hands falling to your shoulder as you squeezed the wound painfully. “Y/N!” You heard Clarke yell your name, as she almost immediately fell to your side. With tearful eyes, you looked over at her desperate. “It hurts…” You whispered, your hands clenching against the wound. Clarke grabbed you trying to help you before Finn fell to her side. “Clarke, come on, we’ve got to leave her.” Finn ordered.

Your heart spiked at the mention of them leaving you, but knowing the situation, you couldn’t blame him for going. Clarke’s tearful eyes fell on you, and shaking her head, she swallowed desperately. “No. No. She only came because of me!”

“Come on Clarke!” Finn yelled, grabbing Clarke’s shoulder. 

Swallowing down the pain, you grabbed the hand that she set on you, and smiled weakly. Nodding, you told her; “go.”

“Y/N…”

“Just go!” You screamed, wanting them to leave before they died too, before you eyes. You couldn’t handle another dying because of your weakness, and shaking your head, you watched Finn grab her and yank her off of you. You closed your eyes before you could see the rest, panting in pain as you bit your lip from screaming out in pain. 

Your eyes became too heavy and you felt yourself losing consciousness, panting you tried to stay away but it became to hard.


“Y/N?”

Groaning, you opened your eyes, turning to your side as you saw blurry figures before you. You blinked, trying to squint and figure out who it was. The figures came closer and you flinched in fear before you saw Raven’s familiar face. Turning you saw Octavia.

“Oh my god… Y/N.” Octavia whispered, setting down her gun and scooting closer to you. Raven fell beside you, grabbing your shoulder and bringing you closer to her. You grunted in pain, biting your lip from screaming as you held the arrow in your shoulder tightly. “Y/N I was so worried.” Raven panted next to you, checking your body for more injuries.

Despite the pain, you smiled up at Raven, “wasn’t I hit by an arrow just the other day?” You joked, a laugh grumbling out before it turned into a cough. She shook her head at you, slightly amused as she shushed you. You swallowed a lump in your throat and suddenly another figure fell over you, looking up you saw Bellamy.

“Bell…” You whispered in pain.

“Y/N, Clarke and Finn where are they?” She asked you, her voice coming out in a panicked urge. You grunted, “I-i…” 

“Where are they?”

“Grounders took them…” You panted, “i’m sorry.”

“Take it easy.” Bellamy interrupted the conversation, pushing Raven out of the way gently. He grabbed your shoulder, looking down at you, “we’ve got to get her back to camp.”

“Bell, what about Finn and Clarke?”

Bellamy didn’t respond and suddenly you were lifted into his arms, much like the day you’d fallen ill. You grunted in pain as he lifted you up, but soon you felt comfort in his warm arms. You felt his hands tighten it’s grip on you, as he nodded at you, “Raven, i’m sorry.” You heard him say as he began walking away with you.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered in a daze, your head falling back. Bellamy leaned down, bringing your head forward so you were looking up at him again. His eyes found yours, and leaving no argument he whispered; “it’s not your fault. You’re not a murderer.”

“Thank you for finding me…" 

“I’m gonna get you home okay?” He whispered, smiling down at you in fear. You found only concern in his eyes and despite the pain you felt and the fear of the fact that you’d almost been killed or left to die, you found comfort in his gaze. Comfort you hadn’t seen since the night at the depot. You smiled weakly back up at him, nodding. “You’re gonna be okay. I’m gonna keep you safe.”

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“Harry! Why don’t we have a little chat?” 

Harry had just gotten off the treadmill, his hair damp and his skin dewy. He turned and flashed a quick smile at you after taking a swig of water as you made your way over to him. 

“What’s up?” He panted lightly, clearly still out of breath from his workout. You had about a million and one questions floating around in your mind, but you knew you had to ask him one important question. 

“You’d never lie to me, right?” You asked, smiling up at Harry and taking note of the way his face dropped a little. 

“Uh… Why do you ask?” Harry chewed on his bottom lip, his gaze dropping to the ground as he looked at his shoes. 

“Because I-” 

“I would really appreciate if you stopped harassing my boyfriend, Y/N.” You winced as you felt a sharp tug on your shoulder, scowling when Y/F/N made her way over to stand next to Harry. 

“If I had a dollar for every time you referred to Harry as your boyfriend, I think I’d be a millionaire. A trillionaire, even.” You didn’t know what it was, but something just felt wrong. Every time Y/F/N and Harry interacted, it didn’t seem genuine. The way he acted with you was much more different than the way he acted with Y/F/N, so why was he suddenly so into her? And if they were actually dating and if this Harry business was just all in your head, you were always up for a first date story. 

“Y/F/N, I thought you said this plan was going to-” 

“You’re just upset because the person you like belongs to me!” 

“He’s not a piece of meat, Y/F/N. Have some manners for once in your bloody life.” And that’s when you registered what Harry had just uttered to Y/F/N. A plan? Things just got interesting. 

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i’M SO SORRY YALL this update ain’t even that great and it took me a while to get back into things but i hope you enjoy this lil snippet nonetheless 

Issues- Part Twenty Six

Negan x you

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.

Warning

Swearing- as always .

Word count- 1,613

Read previous parts- HERE


Part Twenty Six

A couple of days had passed since our night on the rooftop and The Sanctuary felt like it was at full capacity. I had not seen so many people in one place since this all started. When they had all of the army camps. What a cluster fuck that was.

It was making me nervous but I didn’t want Negan to see that. He still hadn’t agreed to let me have a gun and that was not helping with the nerves. Too many unknowns.

As there was so much going on around here it meant that I didn’t get to see Negan much, apart from late at night when he practically crawls into bed. I miss spending time with him.

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A/N: You guys getting nervous yet?

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Warnings: Angst, anxiety, flashbacks, light injuries, fluff, teasing

Word Count: 2665

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You were starting to get worried. Yes, it did take some time for college acceptance letters to get sent, but you were deep in December, and you hadn’t heard a peep. Maybe you’d never get anything back. Maybe you got your hopes up. You dragged your fingers through your hair, letting your fingertips sift through the strands as you huddled in the corner of Rob’s couch. Around two weeks had passed since the Australia conventions. You and Rob were getting on better than ever, falling into a rhythm with each other, keeping busy as Christmas approached. You had to keep busy or you’d fall prey to your own mind, which had a tendency of trying to rip apart any happy possibility you strived for.

What if you didn’t get accepted? What if you became stuck? You had worked so hard to push yourself forward, to try to move on and live your life. What if you were just never meant to move on? What if your past was all you were? You rubbed your temples, eyes squeezing shut as you sunk back into the cushion, wanting it to swallow you whole. You just wanted to be the person that you wanted to be. You wanted to control your life, to retake your strings from your past’s grip. You were no longer a mindless pawn in a game you never signed up for. You were … what? You couldn’t exactly answer that yet, but you were no longer her. That was satisfying enough.

You were pulled from your thoughts, dragged out of your head, when the front door opened and closed, shuffling sounding from the foyer.

“Don’t look!” Rob’s voice echoed into the living room, prompting you to turn onto your side, facing away from him as he carried bags toward the stairs. He darted up the steps, plastic bags rustling loudly as he went to hide the gifts he had insisted on buying you for Christmas.

You ended up staying curled up in the position, mind drifting as silence once again settled in the house. What if you were just never meant to move on? Your eyes moved to the side toward the direction of the staircase, darkness leaking into your thoughts, tainting the happy mood you had reveled in for awhile now. What if he was something unachievable? What if this was just a tease, a taste of what you could never actually have and keep? Would he be ripped away from you? If he was, would you even survive that? Would you break apart, his stitches that kept you together no longer interwoven into that broken soul of yours?

“Alright, you’re good. Wanna watch a movie? Babe?”

You ignored his words, refusing to meet his eyes, afraid of falling into their depths, of loving him even more than you already did. God, how bad it would hurt if you lost him. No wonder you never got close to anyone in your past. It was a guarantee they’d become a target, and you couldn’t bear to take the pain of those consequences.

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A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Hope you have a fantastic one no matter how you’re celebrating! I love you all. :) 

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Warnings: drinking, bad body image

Word Count: 6,326

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You balanced the pan of brownies on your left hand as you opened the front door of Rich and Jaci’s home with your right. They were hosting a get-together with friends and you were happy to come and enjoy a day out even if the morning hadn’t started well for you. Since you had returned from your trips, your sleep schedule was off and this morning you did not wake up when your alarm had gone off. This delayed in getting ready for the party and making the brownies that Jaci asked you to make. You were a little frazzled but you were really looking forward to the day and spending it with everyone. 

You would have never made it to the party on time if you hadn’t been staying with Rob. Being gone for almost three weeks in different countries and time zones had really messed you up. Traveling had been fun but it was nice not to worry about being somewhere at a certain time. Between the conventions in Europe, with your personal traveling, and then going to Australia, you were just happy to sleep in the same bed more than a couple nights in a row. Even if that bed happened to be at Rob’s house still and not your own apartment. You were slightly disappointed that you were set to be moving in a few days now that you were back in town. 

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Yearning to learn ~ Mini writes ~ Part six

A/N ~ This one has a little smut, enjoy. Oh and @helvonasche, take it oppa.

You couldn’t hold back your shock and awe at his house, it was so huge and the décor reminded you of something out of a magazine. Beautiful pieces of art hanging on the walls and the furniture was equally as beautiful, they looked like they belonged in a museum in their own right. You span around, taking in your surroundings. Once you were facing the way you entered the room you saw Seung hyun leaning in the door frame watching you intensely, you got caught in his stare, again. After all the times he had seen you naked, had you quivering beneath him, you still couldn’t handle that intense gaze of his.

“Come here” was all he said and it was enough to have you prowling towards him, you were his, anything he wanted you to do, you would do and then some.

You knew he would never want you to do anything you were uncomfortable with but with him you felt as though you had no limits.

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Tormented & Loved (Dean Winchester High School AU x Reader) Part 6

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Part Six

As soon as I got home I ran upstairs and started to frantically clean my room. I didn’t know if I fully trusted Dean yet, so I had to make sure there was nothing out he could use against me. I changed into the cutest outfit I could find so I didn’t look like a slob and made sure to fix my hair and make-up. When I ran back downstairs my mom looked at me with her knowing gaze.

“Sam’s not coming over.” I explained. She nodded and continued to clean the kitchen. “It’s his brother Dean.” I said and she knocked a glass off the counter and onto the floor in shock.

“OH.” She commented trying her best to stay calm.

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Read My Mind (Part Seven)

Story Summary: You have a thing for Bucky Barnes. Too bad he can’t read your mind to know about it. 

Word Count: 571

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six

A/N: Hey, just want to let you all know that there will be two more parts to this series! Enjoy :)

Originally posted by reclusiveq

Breathing heavily, Bucky felt heat rising to his face, distressed that his jealousy got the best of him. Glancing down, he saw his metal hand covered in mayo as pieces of glass scattered on the counter. He gazed at the sight in disgust. 

Steve walked over to his side with worried eyes. “Are you okay, Buck?” he asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

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The Summer (6/?)

The Summer (6/?) | Dan Howell has spent the last three summers at Camp Bergamot, but it’s never been quite like this before. This year, he faces a summer full of new friends, a new relationship, and an entirely new view on his own sexuality. Perhaps Camp Bergamot should be renamed camp self discovery for all the changes Dan has gone through, but one thing’s for sure - despite all the hiccups and the drama, he just might have found the love of his life. | Phan | Mature | Smut, Misunderstandings, Insecurity, Panic Attacks, Bullying, Minor Violence, Physical Fight | 300,000+ Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

This Part: 10,148 Words

For reference, @phansdick is Dan, @insanityplaysfics is Phil.

(Previous) (AO3) (Masterlist)

Warnings: fear of horses, unresolved sexual tension

Chapter Six

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Yours.

This is part one of my two-part Christmas gift to you my lovelies because I have always wanted to do a Soulmate AU with Wolfstar & I love this time of year.

Merry Christmas from me & any other holiday greeting to you if you do not celebrate Christmas. ALSO if it is not your favourite time of year for whatever reason, I hope you still feel some happiness from this

If you would like to read Part Two

Enjoy.

  • He would absentmindedly trace the markings with his fingers
  • Dancing across the words that ran under his collarbone
  • Following the lettering as he had a million times before
  • He didn’t even have to look to remember it anymore
  • But when he did remember them
  • When he realized what his hand had automatically done
  • He couldn’t help the smile it brought
  • Light script in beautiful handwriting
  • Yours.
  • There wasn’t a time he hadn’t had that word
  • Everyone was born with one or two or five
  • A word, a saying or even a fragment of a saying
  • Maybe a nickname or a joke
  • Something between you and your soulmate
  • Something not to help you find them Remus figured
  • But to remind you that they were out there
  • Hoping for you too
  • But that wasn’t all the universe gave you

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Roommate Agreement (Part 7)

Summary: Based off of this: a superhero story where the villain and the superhero are roommates and they keep making excuses to each other about why they are out all the time and they stitch each other up after battles but neither has any idea that the other is their nemesis and they keep on having to lie to each other why they are covered in scratches and bruises. (Modern-Day Alternate Universe Drabble Series)

Author’s Note: dun, Dun, DUN! (that is it.)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 405 🖕🏽 fuck off, i’m tired

Previous Part: Part Six

Originally posted by blackinjustice

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Bloodlines - 7 (Callum ‘Cal’ Lynch/Reader)

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six

Originally posted by sikanapanele

A few days past and there was a noticeable difference in the house. Things seemed warmer, happier…even the kids felt it.

But there was still something missing…

You stared out the window watching the kids play as you fell deep into thought, “Has that cup wronged you in some way to receive such a scrubbing?”

You snapped your head over to Cal standing in the door way. You laughed a little putting the cup back into the sink, “I was just lost in thought.”

He walked over to you slowly, “Oh? Anything I can help ease?”

You felt a blush roll over your face when he slid an arm around your back, “I’m not sure how to breach the subject.”

His eyes lit up as he looked at you, “Y/N, you know that you can tell me everything.”

“It…It’s not something I need to tell you…more ask.” You turned to him biting your lower lip.

“Okay…” He smiled a little as he watched your face only grow with more concern, “Y/N…just ask.”

You stared at him a moment taking in a deep breath, “I want to take in Risha…and I’m wondering what your thoughts are on that matter.”

“Oh…um…” He made a face looking away, “I don’t know. I guess I hadn’t really given any thought…”

“I know…I know…” You looked down at the ground, “I just…there’s this feeling in the pit of my stomach. This instinct that tells me she should be here…”

He stared at you for a moment before looking out the window at the kids. He swallowed and began to nod, “Alright.”

You looked at him surprised, “Really?”

“I trust your instincts.” He smiled at you reaching up moving a strand of hair from your face, “You’re a mother and you’ve lived in this life longer then I. So if you believe that she would be best here…then I agree.”

You smiled and hugged him tightly feeling him bury his face into your neck, “I’ll go ask for the arrangements to be made…”

“Alright.” He rubbed your back supportively.

“Of course…” You pulled away leaving your hands on his shoulders, “someone could’ve already taken her…”

He put his hands on your face before he grinned, “What will happen, will happen…and will be for the best.”

He left you with a kiss before he turned for the back door. You swiveled your head to the window as he ran out chasing Ren around the yard. You couldn’t help but laugh as all the children ran toward him tackling him to the ground.

You’d made up your mind and would approach the elders in the afternoon before you dropped Eli off with his father.

“Mom…do I really have to go?” Eli asked as they walked toward his father’s house.

“Now…” You looked down at him with eyeing suspicion, “do you not want to go because of your father, or because Cal was teaching how to use that sling shot of yours?”

He opened his mouth a little but stopped, “…he was actually going to let me shoot today…”

“Well you’ll be able to do it next time.” You consoled him with a little chuckle.

Cal stood across the way watching you knock on the door to Sam’s home. Eli’s father wasn’t a bad guy…just difficult. He was a great soldier though and thoroughly believed in the cause. Cal could never fault him for that, but he could fault his parenting skills.

Then again he couldn’t really talk…Eli and Ren weren’t his.

He sighed looking away as the door opened. When you brought up Risha this morning it took him by surprise. At first he wanted to say no. Why should they take care of another kid?

But then he thought about being in the foster program. He’d been so alone, so afraid, and just wanted someone to hold on to him and not let go. Granted he was the biggest asshole when he was a kid and couldn’t blame most of the homes for kicking him out.

Then there was you. You were born for this. Taking in lost souls and helping them. He was one of them, how could he deny someone else that light?

His head turned back when he heard a raised voice. His eyes narrowed on the pair of you. You were raising your hands up as if surrendering. Your turned to leave but Sam grabbed your arm roughly pulling you back.

Cal immediately began walking toward them. As he did he pulled the slingshot out of his back pocket along with the rock he’d been saving for Eli all day. As he walked he raised it up taking aim.

“Sam, let go!” You hissed at him.

“We are not done talking about-AH!” His hand fell away from you as he crumpled in pain. He cursed pulling his hand back from his head seeing red on his hand. He looked over at Cal fast approaching, “You son of bitch!”

You shouted at the pair of them as Cal dodged his punches. He grabbed onto Sam’s arm pushing him away from you and the house. Cal pointed, “You will not lay a hand on her again.”

“Finally stepping into your roll?” Sam tried to take a jab at him again, “Don’t see why you’d want something used up and broken?”

Cal pushed him away again not saying anything. He turned to you, “Are you alright?”

You nodded slowly as the door opened. You looked over at Eli peering out to see what was going on, “Eli…”

“CAL!” Your son was too fast as he ran past you.

Cal turned enough to see the small boy run to his defense get kicked squarely in the chest where his knee would’ve been. Cal dropped to his knees picking the boy, “Eli…Eli…”

“Eli!” You ran over to him lifting up his shirt seeing the bruising forming quickly, “Oh my god…”

Sam took a step forward as his face went white, “Elijah.”

“Don’t!” Cal snapped at him as you tried everything to ease your son’s pain, “If you really love your son…get help.”

Sam nodded slowly as he turned taking off. Cal looked at you as tears poured down your face. You looked at your son who had passed out, “Elijah!”

“He needs a hospital.” Cal told you, “Y/N…We need to go.”

You nodded as you heard a car approaching behind you. Moussa and Sam came out of the car as Cal picked Eli up. You stood up climbing into the backseat. The hospital was so far way and it was taking everything in you to just remain calm. Cal had to keep reminding you from the front to check his vitals and listen to his chest.

When they got there Cal wasted no time getting him out racing inside, “Help! I need help!”

You came in crying, “Please help my son…please…”

Cal set him on a stretcher and he was rolled away a pair of nurses holding you both back, “We need to be with him!”

“Sir we understand and will give you updates but we need to work!” One nurse told him, “Your son is in good hands…now what happened?”

“Please I need…” You tried to move past the nurse again, “I need to be with my son!”

“You will, but I need to know what happened first.” The nurse replied again.

“Let her go.” Cal looked at the nurses, “Let her go I will tell you everything…”

The one nurse nodded as the other took you back. Cal took in a deep breath watching you disappear behind two doors. He put his hands over his face taking in a deep breath, “Sir…time is critical…”

He nodded as he struggled to speak, “There was a misunderstanding with his father…I stepped in and when he tried to take me from behind…Eli…he stepped between us and…he was kicked…”

Cal listened and answered a series of other questions from the nurse. Finally, the nurse handed him a clipboard with paperwork and escorted him to the back. He paused when he saw you pacing the hallway.

He tossed the clipboard in a chair and walked over to you, pulling on your arm gently to get you to stop. You looked at him bursting into tears as he pulled you into his embrace. No words would help you right now.

He was able to find out that they had taken Eli in for emergency surgery. They knew his ribs were broken, but because of the bruising they couldn’t determine the extent of the damage internally.

He held you in the waiting room, worried. Not just for Eli but for you. For your heart, but he didn’t know how to ask.

“I’m going to kill him…” You whispered hoarsely.

Call looked to you, “You don’t mean that…”

You sat up looking at him as your face burned from all of the emotions running through you, “He hurt my son.”

“Yes. He did.” Cal looked at you, “And that is inexcusable…and he will pay a consequence. Be it from me, or you, or even the council…but you don’t mean that.”

“Cal…” You teared up again looking away, “I don’t know what to do…”

“I’m here.” He moved resting his forehead against yours, “Let me take care of you, and Eli, and Ren.”

“And Risha…” You shut your eyes letting your tears fall off your face hitting your hands.

Cal sighed nodding, “And Risha…”

“That’s what Sam…was so angry about…” You looked at him, “Bringing her home…he said it would take away from time spent with Elijah…”

Cal shut his eyes trying to still his rising anger, “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about…He is filled with anger and chooses to take it out on the one thing that made him happy…you.”

You looked at him as he opened his eyes. You took a deep breath before hugging him, “What if…”

“Don’t.” Cal hushed you holding you tight, “Everything’s just fine.”

And his words were so. Eli came out of the surgery with just broken ribs and now a large scar. It took a few assassins to help get them out of the hospital, since living off the grid meant no insurance.

Cal parked the car outside of their house and opened the back door carefully taking the boy out. He paused as he saw Sam walking over. Glancing at you he sighed, “I’ll take him to his room, looks like the healers inside already.”

You nodded slowly as you turned to Sam. He swallowed stopping in front of you, “Y/N…I’m…”

You slapped him making his head fall. As he raised it back up you slapped him again as you hissed, “You almost killed him.”

“I know…I’m sorry.” He looked at you his cheek swelling up.

You pushed him tears pricking your eyes, “You’re sorry!”

“Y/N…” He stepped toward you again, but your threw up your hands shaking your head.

“No…” You stepped away, “You’re not seeing him. You’re done, until I say otherwise.”

He stared at you, “You can’t keep me from him!”

You stopped staring at him dead in the eye. Something he was not accustom from you, “Watch me.”

Truth or Lie (Part Seven)

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A/N: Here we go with the seventh part. Thanks a ton for reading, you guys! So, this chapter has a lot of important past information, so brace yourselves for a long flashback. I try not to shove so much information down your throats at once, but let’s get past the business so that we can get to the fun part. No worries, though! I did throw in a good bit of interaction with the lovely Rob Benedict ;) Lyrics from She Waits by Louden Swain

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, angst, mentions of death and violence

Word Count: 4504

Tagging: @sammyxorae @dont-hate-relate-pls @spnackleholicswainer @robbenedictxreader @totallysupernaturaloneshots @just-antiyou @snow-leopardfetishist @i-voted-crowley @robbenedictandco @paddy1219 @your-not-invisible-to-me @fab-notfat @sdavid09 @thatone67chevyimpala @officalprincessjasmine @baritonechick @ashiewesker @mint-and-pastel-pink @lynn-bane @another-stupid-ape @lamthetwickster @just-a-touch-of-crowley @alexa-ann-winchester @bellastellaluna @lexie-loo-2000 @riversong-sam @fayemenelmir @laffytaffyhumor @hudine @gabriels-trix @samanthasmileys @mora-firestone @capital-eyyyy-ohhh

Originally posted by dustydreamsanddirtyscars

Ever since you met Rob, the weeks tended to fly by, minutes crashing into the next like uncontrollable waves, pushing you along before you were fully ready to take the next step. You hadn’t stumbled yet, hadn’t tripped up on your words, and it would remain that way. As long as you didn’t crash.

You free today?

At the buzzing sound of your phone, your mouth immediately curled up into a small smile, the action going unnoticed by your brain. It was becoming as natural as breathing. You grabbed your phone off of the coffee table, a faint groan sounding from you as you stretched your body. You hadn’t moved for quite awhile due to being sucked into Supernatural, and now you were into the fourth season. You went to text back, eyes flickering from your phone to the screen as a new episode started. The camera panned over the top of a couch to reveal a sleeping man lounged out across the cushions, robe open and mouth slightly parted. You slammed your thumb down on the call button, an unbelieving laugh rumbling from you.

“Hey-” Rob picked up a few rings in, his voice laced with a hint of surprise at the sudden call.

“It’s you! On the episode!” You exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement as you watched your boss on television. “Aw, look at you in your little robe. You’re so cute!” You rambled mindlessly for a moment until reality caught up with you and smacked the sense into you. You had just called your boss “cute.”

Rob laughed softly on the other end of the line, a faint red blush tainting his cheeks. “Oh, yeah? You dig the robe?” He smirked, tracing lines on his kitchen counter with his forefinger in a bashful manner.

You pressed the heel of your hand against your forehead, shaking your head at your flapping mouth. “It’s a nice robe,” you replied, shying away from the flirty response burning on your tongue.

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Glee Credits Retrospective: Season Six

A continuation of my latest video project, as prompted by @spaceorphan18

So while this is the last season, I still have one more project up my sleeve as part of this series. Watch this space…

The Liar - Chapter One

Chapter One || Chapter Two || Chapter Three || Chapter Four || Chapter Five || Chapter Six

A Gravity Falls fanfiction based on the Same Coin theory. (If anyone knows who came up with the theory please let me know so I can give credit!) [Edit; created by @renmorris and @dubsdeedubs!] Knowing about the theory isn’t necessary to read this. Takes place post—finale.


He was mostly glad his memories coming back. That was a good thing, right? Not losing your entire identity? Heck, it was great remembering all the trouble those knuckleheads got themselves into.

Of course the operative word here is he was mostly glad. It was hard to be excited when a memory came back that no one else seemed to share.

“Remember that time when I told you to rob a painting from a museum?” Stan asked, snickering slightly as he patched a rip in the sail. “And you came home covered in mud and mucus, but I’d never seen you more puffed up and proud!”

Ford paused, lowering the small brown book he’d been scribbling in. He looked at Stan blankly, frowning. “Actually… no, I don’t remember Stanley. I never robbed a museum when we were at Glass Shard Beach.”

Stan frowned, looking back down at the sail. “Are you sure? I remember it pretty good. I don’t think we were at Glass Shard Beach. A dog bit you on the heel, you were limping for days after.”

His brother shook his head, looking fairly confused. “Something a little bit like that happened while I was in Gravity Falls once. But it was a werewolf, not a dog, and it was all while we were still…” Ford cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Estranged.”

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The Bet (High School AU) Part 7

Summary: When it came to relationships - romantic or platonic - you weren’t very good at them. So, to save your feelings from ever getting hurt again, you vowed to yourself that you wouldn’t get close to anyone.

Dean Winchester is the most popular guy in school. He was known to hook up with girls but he was getting bored of how easy it was becoming.

So, what happens when Dean and his best friend make a bet.

The bet? Dean has to get you to fall in love with him

READ PART: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX

A/N: Sorry I took so long (:

Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2206

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7) Foreign Sanctuary- A Novel

Originally posted by moonjint

Preface | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six


A lonely girl, a lonely boy and a beautifully twisted thing called fate.

A/N: Some exciting things happen so tell me what you think!  


My hands hover over the “confirm” key, wondering why I’m hesitating so much. The cost difference is only minimal from my last flight, the times earlier to better avoid rush hour.

“Reynah?” I hear Namjoon call from the living room and I swallow thickly, tapping my fingers over the x button and shutting down my laptop.

“I’m coming.”

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One movie, two bowls of popcorn and three hours later her head is on my shoulder, lightly snoring as the sounds of the movie still play on in the background. She smells like my shampoo, musky yet sweet as the floral scent of her skin seeps through.

Slowly inhaling, I debate whether or not I want to get up, fighting the urge to just stay here with her all night, curling up and cradling her in my arms. It was so hard for me to sleep last night, knowing she was in the room right next to me, probably so pretty as she slept, long lashes fanning her cheeks.

“Hey.” I lightly shake her shoulder to see if she’ll stir. “Reynah?” She moves, not to wake up though, but to snuggle closer into me, breathing onto my neck in long puffs of heat. “Reynah?” I say a little louder and she murmurs a “what” into my skin, before going silent again.

Sighing, I shake my head, wondering how she is such a heavy sleeper for such a light girl, cupping my palm into the curve of her back and gingerly lifting her off of me and into my arms. Her head burrows into my chest, little noises coming from her slightly parted lips as I move her.

Lightly padding through the house I push open the door to her room with my foot, smiling as she burrows into me for warmth in the chill. I lay her down and close her window, teeth chattering and eyes growing heavy with sleep. Her laptop is beside her and I gently set it on the floor and plug it in for her, making sure to be extra quiet as to not wake her.

The blanket is gathered at her feet and I gingerly pull it up around her body until it covers up to her chin, watching her snuggle and sink into the bed. Watching her, I can’t seem to get over how beautiful she is. Long eyelashes and arched brows, a perfectly shaped cupids bow and a slightly upturned nose. You can tell her eyes are big even when they’re closed and that her hair is soft even though it’s pulled back.

No. I told myself this wouldn’t happen again.

Falling in love was not and is not an option.

“Kim Namjoon?” Her small voice reaches through the darkness to find me.

“Ne?”

She hums a little in her sleepy state, unaware of her words as she says them. “Can you please stay with me? It’s cold.”

My eyes widen involuntarily and I stay frozen for a moment in the middle of the room, wondering if she’s serious about what she says. Her eyes are partially open, lips parted in question as she looks at me from the bed.

“Of course.”

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It’s warm, the grip of someone’s arms tight around my midsection as I open my eyes in the morning. In my haze all I can feel is how nice it feels to be here, how comforting it is to have someone’s arms wrapped around me and to wake up next to somebody else.

I wiggle, shifting around and blinking the sleep from my eyes as Namjoon’s tired face meets me. His thick lips are open as he draws in breath after breath, eyes closed and hair brushing past his eyelashes. I remember him tucking me in to bed, asking him to stay with me, wanting to feel his body against mine…

My cheeks heat up and I quickly turn back around. He stirs, murmuring nothings before coming close behind me, laying his body flush against mine in all the right places. A sigh leaks from my lips involuntarily, inhaling the musky scent that is Kim Namjoon.

That is until I wiggle back and feel something very hard pressing against my lower spine.

Oh my God, this is not happening right now.

My eyes widen to the size of saucers, listening to Namjoon mutter again before shifting his hands downwards, settling just below my ribcage. The movement only makes him harder against me and I can feel the spot between my legs get heated at the thought what he must be dreaming about while holding me.

“Namjoon.” I try to get free from him, but he holds on tighter.

“Namjoon!” I squirm, going absolutely still as he begins groaning.

But not in a sleepy, waking up sort of way.

In a sexy, manly sort of way that has me squeezing my thighs together and pushing dirty thoughts out of my head.

Not holding anything back I burst out of his embrace, running and backing into the opposite wall as I watch him stir. His white hair is a bemused mess atop his head and he rubs the sleep from his eyes as he sits up on his elbows. I take my bottom lip between my teeth with worry as I observe him shift uncomfortably with his hard on, a red blush crawling over his pale features as he realizes why I am clear across the room.

I- um- just.” He throws the blankets off and I squeeze my eyes shut as he stands. “I’m just gonna take a shower.” He sputters, racing from the room and slamming the bathroom door shut behind him.

Releasing a shaky breath I sink to the floor, not being able to get the feeling of his hardness pressed against my back out of my mind. It felt so long. And so thick. And so fucking big. I bet it’d feel so good in my hand, in my mouth, in my-

Cursing quietly I shake my head, listening as the shower water spurts from the faucet. I close my eyes, the image of Namjoon’s hand around himself painting my eyelids and giving me wet panties, one hand slipping down of its own accord to relieve my problems as I’m sure he doing with his own.  


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