so i made some at four am

Did anyone notice how quickly the internet turned into a Lovecraftian horror scenario?

Like we’ve got this dimension right next to ours, that extends across the entire planet, and it is just brimming with nightmares. We have spambots, viruses, ransomware, this endless legion of malevolent entities that are blindly probing us for weaknesses, seeking only to corrupt, to thieve, to destroy.

Add onto that the corrupted ones themselves, humans who’ve abandoned morality and given up faces to hunt other people, jeering them, lashing out, seeing how easy it is to kill something you can’t touch or see or smell. They’ll corrupt anything they think could be a vessel for their message and they’ll jabber madly at any who question them. Their chittering haunts every corner of the internet. They are not unlike the spambots in some ways.

Add on top of that the arcane magisters, who are forever working at the cracks between our world and the world we made. Some of them do it for fun, some of them do it for wealth, others do it for the power of nations unwise enough to trust them. There are mages who work to defend against this particular evil, but they are mad prophets, and their advice is almost never heeded, even by those who keep them as protection.

All people know several spells to use the internet. Facebook asks you for the magic words to log in, so does your email, so does your twitter and on and on. The spells are words or a gesture with the hand, some use the colour of your eyes, or the shape of your finger. Our chief of security joked about requiring users to give a drop of blood before they could log in. Many do not understand the humour of mages.

The cracks between the two are breaking. IP cameras filled our world with eyes and the magisters learned how to open almost all of them. We all carry magic slabs of glass that if you hold it up to your ear can sing to you with a loved one’s voice, but if you look at it with your eyes, can show you a corrupted human with bleeding orange skin scream the profane with a thousand voices. The other day I saw someone hack a moving vehicle. At one point they made it stop. At another they made it so it couldn’t stop. Some of our best and brightest are going to create an army of four winged bats hovering throughout every city and we are going to connect them directly to the dimension where the nightmares live.

I’m not saying it’s all bad, but I am saying Cthulhu lies deathless dreaming in this web we built him and he is waking up.

apparently there’s a bulletin board on the tempest where your crew can leave messages for you and your shipmates but from what the people who got to play the game saw it was generally just used for teammates to complain about each other

‘Peebee, where the fuck is my scarf. I know you have it. It’s convenient that you were talking about how soft it looks yesterday at the bar and now SUDDENLY it’s gone. My sister made that for me so if it’s not back in my cabin by the time I’m back from recon I’m going to strangle you by the arm straps of your jacket.’ - V

‘Whoever told Jaal that I am some expert on human copulating behaviors better hope they never need any extensive medical care anytime soon. I just had to spend four hours of my valuable time explaining to a seven foot tall Angara how clitoral stimulation works. P.S; I know it was you Liam.’ -Dr. Lexi

‘Whoever keeps changing my name to ‘Kaitlyn’, ‘Susan’ or ‘Becky’ on my locker and the official mission statements is going to get shot directly out of the airlock.’ - Lt. Harper

‘While I know Peebee might get on everyones nerves once in a while, the next person to try to jettison her escape pod off the ship in the middle of the night is on toilet duty for a week. I’m sick of this. You’re adults, not middle schoolers.’ - Kallo

How Could You? // Zach Dempsey.

Hey guys! I have so many imagines coming your guys way you just don’t understand. Also, i’m finally writing an imagine on my computer so this will come out in way better quality AND I can write faster yay! I hope you guys enjoy this one it was requested by @chloesalva! Happy reading.

Pairing: Zach x Reader

Request: Can you do one where Zach cheats on the reader and the reader finds out about the tapes? Thanks :)

Warnings: Cheating and swearing, if you’re looking for something with a happy ending this is NOT it.


Saturday night..

Readers POV~

“Hey Jess have you seen Zach?” I questioned. Zach convinced me to come to this dumb party. I’m not a party person at all, if anything i’m the exact opposite. Something about warm bodies all around me and red solo cups everywhere just aggravates me. Unfortunately, Zach’s convincing game is strong. So here I am, surrounded by drunk teens and searching for Zach. But that didn’t stop me from having a couple drinks.

“I haven’t seen him since when you guys walked in…want some?” Jessica slurred offering me a swig from her lipstick stained cup. I took four big gulps and returned the cup before I walked away. 

I needed some place away from all the sweaty figures, so I made my way to the bathroom for a breather. I opened the door to and saw two people. A girl on the sink and a guy standing between her legs, showering her neck in lustful kisses.I was about to close the door but the boy looked familiar to me. 

“Z..Zach?” I slurred, the liquor from before finally kicking in. He pulled away from the girls neck and snapped his head in my direction. His eyes were full of regret and sorrow.

I pushed past all the sweaty bodies in the house and made my way outside. My eyes were starting to form tears as I made my way down the sidewalk to my house which wasn’t too far from Jess’s place. It didn’t really help that Zach was my ride and I was anything but sober.

I heard quick heavy footsteps trailing behind me and I started to walk faster. I knew exactly who was following me. The boy that made all my troubles go away. The boy that made me forget all my problems. The boy I gave my heart to, and he destroyed it in return. 

“Y/N please stop I can explain!” He grabbed at my wrist.

Don’t fucking touch me!” I yanked away from his grip. He was shocked. He had never seen me angry like this and he didn’t know what to do.

“How could you..?” I questioned with a look of disgust on my face. He was about to talk but I cut him off.

“I’m an idiot for thinking that somebody like you could be in love with a girl like me.” Nothing I was saying was making sense, but that didn’t stop me from coming clean about everything. I told him about how I thought I was never good enough for him and how I would never be. I told him I never loved even though it was a lie. Soon my voice got louder to the point where people were pulled me away from him. 

Sherri  pulled me into her car and she took me home. The whole car ride was filled with awkward silence and a sniffle from me every now and then.

We finally got to my house and I put my hand on the car door handle but Sherri placed her hand on top mine.

“Y/N hold on just one second okay, sweetheart.” She spoke softly as she reached into the backseat and grabbed a shoe box.

She handed me the shoe box and rubbed the back of my hand with her thumb.

“Don’t open it now, open it when you get inside and don’t ask questions. Just listen.”

I nodded and thanked her then went inside my house.

I flipped the lid of the shoe box and looked at the cassette tapes inside. “Why would Sherri give me this?” I thought to myself.

I grabbed my moms old tape player and put in the first tape.

“Hey it’s Hannah. Hannah Baker.”

Monday morning..

Zach texted me about a million times this whole weekend. I didn’t bother to open any of the messages. Between him and the tapes I didn’t know how to feel anymore. My perspective changed on everybody and I even questioned myself. How could I be one of the reasons why Hannah killed herself? How could Zach be one of the reasons she killed herself?

I went to my locker to get my English book when I felt a large figure next to me.

“I don’t think you understand how sorry I am about everything, you’re the one person that made me feel better in life after everything that’s happened, and it kills me inside knowing that I messed up what we had. It kills me knowing that you don’t love me anymore.” Zach stated. I looked up at him and he looked horrible. There were dark circles under his eyes and his hair was all messy and untamed. His lips were dry and his face was pale. He really let go of himself.

“When I said I never loved you.. I lied. And ever since Saturday I’ve constantly told myself to forget about you just like you forgot about me that night. And then I heard your tape. And I really realized how pathetic you are. And I keep trying to convince myself to remove you from my life. But no matter what I do, I can’t stop myself from loving you. And that’s the part that kills me.” I shut my locker and walked away, leaving Zach standing there defeated and sobbing.

A/N: I’m not even gonna lie I cried while writing this. I really liked writing this. It was a challenge for me because i’m not used to writing things without a happy ending. But anyways I hope you guys enjoyed this! My requests are currently closed i’m really sorry but I have a lot of imagines to write and I don’t want to keep people waiting. I have a couple more imagines coming out this weekend so I hope this makes up for the little dry period I had. I love you guys! Thanks so much for reading. :)  ps. (the gif isn’t mine)


“In the Company of FOOLS!”

Companion piece to ‘Day of Fools’

He’s baaaaaaaaaack! Remember that K-Squad crossover squiggle art I did for April Fools where I guest starred Excalibur from Soul Eater. Whelp, since some of you guys seemed to like this idea, guess who decided to bring him back for a sequel piece.

Guess who’s back to mess with the kwamis again?
That monocle wearing legendary little shit, that’s who!

Man I love Excalibur. To be honest, I never quite finished watching out Soul Eater (Soul Eater meisters, don’t hurt me). I think I made it to like episode 19 or so but that was like four years ago. Never finished it BUT I do remember Excalibur. Like who could forget him, am I right? Let’s be honest, even you’ve never watched a Soul Eater episode in your life, you’ve probably heard of Excalibur. He was one of the best funniest running gags of the show for me. I really lover Excalibur as a character and as you all know, I also really love the kwamis from Miraculous.

Do I think these guys would mesh well if they met for realsies with Excalibur being kwamified? PfffffffT! HA! Nope. The only kwami I believe might actually get along well with Excalibur would be Trixx surprisingly. Mainly cause, like her holder Alya, I think Trixx would totally fangirl if she got to meet someone cool and famous and who is more famous than the legendary Excalibur.

Makes me feel bad for poor Nooroo being all jelly and purple with envy cause his foxy lady is giving another dude attention. Don’t worry Nooroo, Trixx still loves you, you adorable purple nurple you. She’s just more dazzled by Excalibur because…c’mon. Who is more fabulous than Excalibur?

Don’t ask me how Excalibur even got the kwamis to be his foolish pawns for the day (probably through sheer bribery meaning that they had no choice but to submit to his will and entertain him as a means of not having to deal with his annoying butt all day). Just roll with it. The scenario doesn’t make a lot of sense. But boy does it make for some good ole humour or at least a chuckle or two.

Like the character himself, I think I’ll make Kwami Excalibur a running gag in my K-SQUAD sessions. You never know when he might pop up again…just know that like Arnold Schwarzenegger in the Terminator, he’ll be back to reign his annoyingly legendary head.

Speaking of K-SQUAD sessions, this is piece number 25. Only one piece left before I conclude this first session of my Miraculous K-SQUAD art. As always, I hope everyone will enjoy this week’s newest squiggle. See you guys next time for the finale. Until then, always staaaaay tune for more star kids!  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

♥ More Miraculous Art by Squiggles

~LittleMissSquiggles (2017)

Good for me C.H.

Another Calum one shot. After this one I am going to write something but it won’t be about Calum. If you have some requests, leave them here 

By the way, this is my first ever requested imagine so I’m so happy. I hope you like it, babes. Also, I’m not so good writing smut so I’m sorry for that. 

Summary Could you do an imagine please of where you and calum go to an interview and you’re a popular singer long before 5SOS were around and the interviewer keeps saying things like “you’re here because of y/n” ect and then he’s grumpy all the time you get home and you guys just like get into a bad argument and make up sex with is v steamy thank youuu xxx

Requested: yassss

Trigger Warning: smut 

Word count: 1,5k

Masterlist/ Requests/ Prompts (the prompts are not mine)

Camera flashes were the only thing I could see all along the red carpet. People were screaming our names as we were walking down, pausing every second to pose for the cameras.

Calum had his arm resting on my waist, his finger brushing the skin that my backless dress showed. He was dressed in an amazing suit that made me drool over him. A smile was plastered on his face the whole evening, even in the red carpet, a place I knew he didn’t like that much. But he had told me that he wanted to be there with me, supporting me in what could be the most important night of my career. I had been nominated for two Grammys: best R&B singer and best album of the year and I couldn’t be more nervous. Of course, I wanted to win but I also adored the other artists who were also nominated. So having Calum by my side, made me feel calmer.

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Russian Language Apps

Originally posted by areweevenalive

I’ve been meaning to make this post for months, but here it is. When I started learning Russian four years ago there weren’t many apps out there, but now the app market is bigger and there are some great apps. Here is what I recommend and like. Since I am an Android user, I’m not too sure about recommendations for iOS only apps.

Write it! Russian

  • Cost: Free
  • Link: [Android
  • Thoughts: This is a nice app to practice writing cursive cyrillic letters.

Tengugo Cyrillic

  • Cost: Free
  • Link: [Android] [iOS]
  • Thoughts: This is an amazing app to learn the alphabet and it is made by linguists so you know it is good. I liked their approach and it makes learning Cyrillic simple.


  • Cost: Free 
  • Link: [Android] [iOS]
  • Thoughts: I think everyone knows this app. It is great for vocabulary and when first starting a language. It is fun to play and allows you to practice pronunciation. 

Mondly Languages

  • Cost: Free with in-app purchases , code MONDLY
  • Link: [Android] [iOS]
  • Thoughts: This is a great app, similar to duo/Rosetta Stone. It teaches you starting with the basic themes and builds up on that. You can choose to learn with Latin or Cyrillic letters and it has a heart system if you get a wrong answer. 

Mango Languages

  • Cost: Free , need a US or Canada library card
  • Link: [Android] [iOS]
  • Thoughts: This is a great app for learning languages if you are more of an auditory learner. Their approach is more conversational compared to the two above and the lessons are fun to go through. 

Russian Verbs Pro

  • Cost: $5.99, but the demo version is free
  • Link: [Paid] [Free] Android Only
  • Thoughts: This is my favorite app on this list. It has over 1000 verbs and conjugates them for you, shows you imperfective/perfective forms, participle forms, you can look up verbs in English or Russian, has a favorite function, and I just find it 100 x’s more convenient than that 555 Russian verbs book. 

LangApp Russian

  • Cost: Free
  • Link: [Android Only]
  • Thoughts: I like it as it provides different methods to help you with Russian. It has a word of the day feature, you can read short news articles  in Russian, has a glossary, and a memorizer feature to help you learn words. This is best suited for beginners that can read Cyrillic.

Yazh Russian Case Declensions

  • Cost: $1.50 for full ad-free version, free for ads
  • Link: [Paid] [Free] Android Only
  • Thoughts: If you are struggling with case endings or need some practice, this app is perfect for that. It presents you nouns, adjectives and pronouns like a quiz and you have to either choose the correct declension based on what is asks you or you can type it out if you want a harder challenge. This is great for beginners as well as advanced learners. 

Russian Idioms

  • Cost: Free
  • Link: [Android Only]
  • Thoughts: If you are at an intermediate level or above and want to know more about Russian idioms, this is for you. There are cute drawings that illustrate the idioms with the translation and definition.

Learn Russian 6,000 Words

  • Cost: Free with in-app purchases
  • Link: [Android] [iOS]
  • Thoughts: This is a nice app to help build your vocabulary. The interface is good and you can choose to learn from Cyrillic or Latin-based letters. There is a large selection of themes and subtopics to learn from. You can learn from writing the words, choosing the image, matching games, and listening. My only con is the fact you have to pay for advanced vocabulary or the ad free version.

Learn & Play Russian

  • Cost: Free with in-app purchases
  • Link: [Android] [iOS]
  • Thoughts: This is a nice app for learning vocabulary. It helps you learn vocabulary by presenting a word and the picture, then you can either play by choosing the right word for the picture or by spelling. This is mostly for beginners that want to improve their vocab.

Russian Class

  • Cost: $2.99, Free Demo
  • Link: [Android] [iOS]
  • Thoughts: This app is a great grammar reference.  It has vocabulary, listening exercises, phrases, grammar tips and tables. A great addition to duo or a class.


  • Cost: Free
  • Link: [Android] ios coming soon
  • Thoughts: This is another app to be able to read Arabic texts with translation side to side. The great things is that it has audio and you can choose the source language.

Also, if you don’t have them, download  Anki and Memrise.

A list of things I never thought I’d do

Pairing: Finn Balor/You

Summary: You just might be pregnant. How are you going to tell Finn ?

If there was ever a list of things you’d never thought you’d do, standing in Walmart arguing over pregnancy tests with AJ Styles would be pretty high up on it. Which incidentally is exactly what you’re doing right now, you’ve already said several prayers that no fans have recognised you. The last thing you need is for pictures of this little expedition posted on the internet to make it any weirder. Eventually you argue the stubborn idiot down to the $6 box so you can both just get the hell out of god-damn Walmart already.

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Someone messaged me asking me if this miscarriage was easier then my other’s well…because this isn’t my first one and although I am sure they meant no ill intent this made me have a complete breakdown.

So here is some insight.

Miscarriage never gets easier. For those keeping count, this is my fourth miscarriage. That is four babies that have passed away inside of my body. I have given life only once. Out of five pregnancies I only have one living, breathing child to hold in my arms. Let that sink in for a moment. Imagine that pain.

I have something I didn’t have my last three miscarriages, my son. In some ways I am more functionable this time around because I have had to be stronger outwardly this time because I needed to be strong and a mother to Jude but it has also been harder because I now know my body is capable of providing and sustaining a life to term but was unable to for this child. I feel a sense of guilt I didn’t feel before. Outwardly I am stronger because of my son but the parts that you can’t see are more broken then ever.

Miscarriage NEVER gets easier.

Loving Him

Originally posted by anatheowl

request: hey, I love your stories, could you maybe write some really nice fluff newt x reader with lots of cuddling and them getting to know each other and falling more and more for each other, slowly but with very strong emotions, maybe even dating (you know, picnic and stuff, falling asleep next to each other, etc)? I just need a cuteness at overload :) thank you in advance :3

warnings: none

You were actually very successful in your field of work, you were a dragonologist and from that you were also a dragon keeper. You loved all your dragons and they loved you too. You were working with funding from the Ministry to write a book about dragons to be used in schools. They told you about a man named Newt Scamander who was working on a similar book, about all magical creatures, and perhaps you could collaborate with him on a small part of his book. You agreed of course, why would you pass up an opportunity to work with someone as dedicated to beasts as you were?

You were excited to meet Newt and today was finally the day you would. You had invited him to you house as all your dragons were there with you. You were tending to all the dragons, you had some overalls on and your hair was up, this was everyday attire for you, and you didn’t look bad in it at all. You had patches of dirt on you but that was inevitable. You knew Newt was going to apparate there so you knew to be ready on time for him. You were with your dragon, Rupert, and you were feeding him last, except he kept trying to get more meat from you. He saw it as a game, and you were chuckling away at him. “Rupert, this is very rude of you! I already gave you your share, Mister Man.”

“Oh, excuse me,” You heard a voice from behind you. You turned around and wiped your hands on the front of your overalls and replied,

“Hello, Mr Scamander, it’s lovely to meet you!” You smiled politely at the man. He was wearing his blue coat and had a waistcoat and bow tie on, his hair was a gingery brown and his face was dusted with freckles. You thought he was beautiful.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Miss L/N,” He replied, softly.

“Please, call me Y/N, Mr Scamander,” You said, holding your hand out for him to shake. He took your hand in his and gave a small smile.

“And call me Newt,” He said. You nodded.

“Welcome to my home, it’s quite big as you can see, need plenty of room for the dragons you see. But don’t worry I know this is also very open, I have a spell put around the whole place, they can’t get out,” You reassured. He nodded, smiling slightly. When you began to show Newt around your place, you immediately clicked with him. You and him had so much in common and he was telling you all about his creatures, which you had added you would like to meet. He promised you a visit soon. When you had finished showing Newt around you brought him into your actual house. You made two cups of tea and handed him one. He smiled gratefully and you sat down facing him. “So Newt, did you go to Hogwarts? I know you are a few years older than me,” You asked, taking a sip of tea. He nodded.

“I was in Hufflepuff! We must have crossed paths at some point, you’re only four years younger than I am,” He said, chuckling softly.

“Oh my god, you were expelled, weren’t you? I still think that was ridiculous and for Leta Lestrange of all people,” You spat out, immediately regretting saying it when you saw the look on his face. “I’m sorry Newt, I just really don’t like that girl,” You said, taking another sip.

“And why’s that?” He asked quietly.

“Did you not know? Leta Lestrange practically tortured me during my time at Hogwarts.” You answered bitterly.

“Are you sure it was Leta?” Newt asked you desperately. He was still in love with her. Your heart sank a tiny bit.

“Positive, everyone knew her name, Newt,” You said. He nodded sadly.

“What did she do to you?” Newt asked.

“You know just normal stuff, she hit me and called me names but eventually got used to it, it’s okay,” You said, drinking more of your tea. Newt’s face crumpled at that.

“I’m so sorry she did that to you, Y/N. You should never have had to get used to that,” He uttered, guiltily. You shook your head.

“What’s done is done, and I’m still here today, so let’s toast to that,” You said, holding up your mug. Newt smiled and clinked his mug against yours. You smiled back at him and took another sip. He silently marvelled at your beauty in this light. He thought you were beautiful when you met, of course but the way the light was hitting you and your smile, he was hooked. You continued to talk the night away and before you knew it, the sun was coming up. You looked out the window and gasped, “Newt, it’s almost morning!” He chuckled. You smiled to yourself.

“Well, I’ve had a very pleasant night, talking to you Miss L/N,” He said.

“As have I, Mr Scamander.” You got up from your chair to get Newt a blanket and made up the sofa in to a bed for him. He watched you do so and noticed the smallest things, like the way the strands of your hair had come undone from your bun and framed your face, to when you tucked them behind your ear. You plumped the pillows and gestured to your work. “Here, I know it isn’t much but sleep here for a while at least, I need to go and feed the dragons but I’ll be going to bed afterwards, I would suggest you do the same,” You said laughing softly. He smiled fondly at you.

“Okay then, I’ll see you when we wake up then,” He said, although he didn’t move.

“Definitely,” You replied, your eyes locking with his, both of you just staring intently at the other.

“Y/N, would you mind if I kissed you?” He asked quietly.

“Not at all, in fact I’d really like you to,” You replied, smiling in disbelief at his words. He stepped forward and tucked a few stray hairs behind your ear. He cupped one of your cheeks with his hand and slowly leaned in to place a delicate kiss to your lips. You smiled when you had pulled away.

“Goodnight, Miss L/N,” He said.

Later on, Newt was awake before you. He needed to get back to his creatures but he didn’t want to disturb you, actually, he did because he wanted to kiss you again but instead he left you a note — Dear Y/N, I had to go home to feed my creatures but I do want you to know that I had a wonderful time with you and hope to do so again. I would like to take you out for a picnic if that would be okay with you, I look forward to your correspondence. - Newt. When you woke up you found the note and smiled. You prepared an owl to send your response. Dear Newt, I would like it very much if you took me out for a picnic. What date would be good for you? -Y/N. You sent the owl and the same day you received a reply to say that he would apparate to you in two days time. Your heart fluttered in excitement. You and Newt had clicked so well and you felt yourself already falling for him, you only hoped he felt the same.

In two days, you had put on a nice outfit and done your hair and light makeup for Newt picking you up. You were excited to say the least. You had already fed and double checked the dragons were okay and so you made yourself a cup of tea. Only moments after you had finished the tea, Newt had appeared in your kitchen. You turned and smiled at him. “Good afternoon, Mr Scamander,” You said, smiling widely. He returned you grin.

“Afternoon, Miss L/N,” He replied. He had a picnic basket with him. You could smell the delicious goodies that he had inside and you felt your mouth watering already. He held out his hand so he could apparate you both. In a few seconds you were standing in a beautiful landscape. It was a clearing framed with trees and there was a rushing stream off to the side.

“Oh, Newt it’s beautiful,” You muttered in awe. He smiled brightly.

“I’m glad you think so, come sit,” He gestured to the picnic basket. He laid out a blanket and you both sat down. “I liked this place, it’s very private,” Newt explained softly. You nodded. By this point he had set out all the food and there were sandwiches and a few cakes and fruits. You were gaping at the array of food in front of you. Newt giggled to himself at your expression but proceeded to lift a sandwich. You picked up a sandwich which appeared to be a chicken and salad one. You and Newt sat in silence for a bit, just devouring the delicious food.

“This was delicious Newt, thank you,” You said, smiling.

“Oh thank you, Y/N, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I really appreciate your company, it isn’t often that I spend an afternoon with someone like you,” He complimented. You smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“And why’s that?” You asked.

“Oh, I annoy people,” He said, nonchalantly. Your eyes widened slightly.

“You don’t annoy me, I enjoy your company very much,” You said, nodding your heard to reassure him. He smiled, looking down. “It’s such a beautiful day, I’ve had a wonderful time with you Newt. I’d really like to do this again. I know we’ll be working together so we won’t be going too long without seeing each other though,” You smiled. He nodded.

“How would you like to come and see my creatures today?” Newt asked, a grin on his face. You smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

“I would like that very much!” You said, excited. He chuckled and held out his hand again. He quickly gathered up the picnic and apparated you to his home. He brought you to his case.

“This is where I keep my creatures,” He said, unlocking the case and hopping in. You followed him down and marvelled at all the different biomes. Newt brought you to see the mooncalves first and you nearly died from how cute they were. You were soon talking to them and all Newt could do was smile and gaze lovingly at you.

After that day, yourself and Newt had spent almost every day together. You were trying not to go too fast but it was difficult because you had such strong feelings for each other. After two months you couldn’t help feeling that you loved Newt but you didn’t want to tell him yet. Little did you know that he felt the exact same way. You had long since finished your collaboration for his book, and you were just focusing on developing your relationship further. Not that you needed to, you felt that you could tell each other everything. You fought, of course you did but you always had a system, after each of you had settled down you would ask the question, “What do I need to apologise for and I’ll tell you what I think you should apologise for,” And that way you could healthily talk through your problems. It was a system you would both stick to.

It was six months in to your relationship and Newt had to go to America to release Frank in to Arizona. He asked you to come with him and you of course agreed. It was the day you would depart from England and you had a small case with you, Newt wasn’t planning on staying long. When you boarded the boat you were given a cabin as you would be on the boat for a few days. This would be the first time yourself and Newt would be sleeping in the same bed. You knew it wouldn’t be comfortable but you knew Newt would take care of you. You and Newt chose to go and sit on the benches on the deck for a while. Your hands were entwined and you were still giddy about it, even after six months. When you sat down, you laid your head down on Newt’s shoulder. “Are you tired, sweetheart?” He asked, running a hand through the ends of hair.

“No, I’m fine, I just wanted to be close to you,” You said, softly, Newt smiled, wrapping an arm around you to steady you. You turned your head so you could see him. “I’m so excited for Frank, I’m going to miss my big pillow but I know this is good for him,” You said. Newt nodded.

“I know what you mean, I’ll miss him too,” Newt said. You snuggled down against him and he laid his head on your hair. It was moments like these that made you the happiest. Your hand found his free one, his fingers traced patterns on the back of your hand. After a while of just sitting together, you decided to go to your cabin. There was a bed slightly bigger than a single for you both to sleep in. “Well, this is, difficult,” Newt said, chuckling softly. You nodded.

“We could just see if we fit,” You said, taking off your coat. Newt took his off too and crawled in behind you, you just about fit. Newt had his arms around your waist and your head was tucked in to the crook of his neck. You fit like two puzzle pieces.

“We fit my darling, do you want to get changed in to some night clothes now?” Newt asked, placing a gentle kiss to your hair. You nodded and he got up, you followed him and got a pair of pyjamas out of your case. You were happy enough to change in front of Newt at this point so you both got changed before hopping back in to the bed. You turned to face Newt this time and his hands cupped your cheeks.

“I’m so glad I met you, Y/N, you’re so intelligent and strong and beautiful, and, I’m in love with you,” He whispered. Your face lit up when he said that, you had never used the L word before and you were so glad he’d said it.

“Oh Newt, I love you too, so much. I don’t know what I’d ever do if I lost you,” You said, reaching your hand up to his face. Your thumb rubbed circles on his cheek. You were both elated that you’d finally said ‘I love you’. Newt was smiling lazily at you, he pulled you closer to him and you could hear his heart beat.

“We should get to sleep, my darling,” Newt whispered. You nodded and closed your eyes. The last thing you heard before drifting off was, Newt telling you he loved you again. You smiled in to his chest.

When you finally made it to New York, yourself and Newt were relieved. You were sick of the boat, having nothing to do. Eventually the creatures got sick of you constantly coming down to see them. When you got off the boat however, you hadn’t expected the next events to unfold.

When Porpentina Goldstein had brought you, Newt and Jacob to her home that evening, you didn’t think you would enjoy yourself, but actually, when you met Tina’s sister, Queenie, you didn’t think you would ever want to leave. When you met Queenie, it was like you’d met your best friend soul mate. When you thought that, she caught it and smiled at you. She told you she felt the same way. When you were talking to Queenie, Tina had found the opportunity to talk to Newt. You weren’t jealous as you trusted Newt enough to know he would never cheat on you, especially after he’d just told you he loved you. It was Newt, however, that was jealous. He hadn’t got a moment with you all night, and he wasn’t likely to get one as you were deep in conversation with Queenie. He decided to just go over and get your attention his way. He sidled up to you, putting his hands around your waist for behind, you turned around to smile at him, kissing him softly, before turning back to Queenie. Newt was appalled he didn’t get your full attention so he reciprocated by placing small kisses on the back of your neck, in hope to get to go to bed with you, he was tired but he wanted you to come with him. You turned around again, kissing him again, harder this time in hopes of satisfying him. It didn’t work however so he just whispered in your ear, “Love, can we go to bed please?”

“I’m in the middle of this conversation, dream-boat, I’ll be down soon, I promise,” You said putting your hands over his. He shook his head.

“Please, darling, I haven’t had a moment with you all night,” You smiled at his desperation but caved anyway. You nodded finally before saying goodnight to Queenie. Newt took your hand and went in to the bedroom, there were two twin beds and you gave each other a look. You changed in to your pyjamas and just crawled in to the single bed with Newt.

“I love you, Newt, so much,” You said, your hands finding their way to his hair.

“And I love you more,” He replied simply, leaning down to kiss you. Your lips met and it felt as though all the planets aligned.

“I think we’re soulmates, Newt,” You said after you broke apart. He nodded.

“I think we are too, doll,” He replied. You both fell asleep soon after that. In the morning everyone had crowded around the two of you, smiling because of the love that was practically radiating from you. You woke up and almost jumped out of your skin from seeing everyone staring at you. You giggled softly and woke Newt up so he could see. He groaned softly before pulling you back in to him and everyone cooed. You woke him properly to see everyone and his eyes were bulging. “Oh my,” He said, shoving his face in your neck from embarrassment. Everyone laughed and you pulled him out, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Good morning handsome,” You said, smiling at him.

“Good morning gorgeous,” He replied, tucking your hair behind your ear. Everyone had dispersed by this point, giving you space.

“I love you,” You whispered. He grinned.

“I love you too,”

It had been another six months since you met Queenie, Tina and Jacob. You remained in contact with all of them and Newt had told them something very exciting and that day was going to be an extremely exciting day for you, you just didn’t know it yet. Newt was taking you out for another picnic, something that had become a tradition after your first date with him. He was nervous and fidgety though, which scared you slightly. You thought he might break up with you so you wanted to go for your picnic as soon as possible. When he finally apparated you to your special spot, you asked him why he was so nervous. “Y/N, I have loved you since the very first time I laid eyes on you. You are strong and beautiful and kind. You have a farm of dragons for crying out loud! You are so successful and I’m so proud of you. My love for you grows every single day, even on days when we fight, but we don’t fight often so it’s okay. I love you so much it hurts, I never want to be apart from you again and so I hope you’ll say yes to my next question,”

“Yes,”You cut him off, he chuckled softly.

“You don’t know what I’m going to ask you,” He said, still chuckling. He pulled out a small box from his trouser pocket. “Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes! A million times yes!” You said, pulling him in to kiss you. You had tears dripping down your cheeks but you didn’t care, you were marrying your soul mate and that’s all that mattered. He wrapped his arms around you but pulled away to put the ring on your finger. You were going between saying ‘I love you’ and kissing him. You were beyond excited for this new adventure.

I am done.

It has been four days since he decided to take his own life. Days that have been filled with sorrow, disbelief and some hints of resentment.

His departure affected me so greatly, even though I never got to meet him. I will certainly never get over his death… but it is time to get over the pain.

I also attempted suicide in the past, and I also struggled with depression. Ironically, his voice was one of the best councelors around, and to think I made it alive (for now) but he did not is one of the things that impacted me the most.

I mention this because I know some of what he felt. The hopelessness and inability to go on. If it was so bad that he saw no other way out and could not live with himself any more, then it would be selfish for me to resent him over it. I guess I can try to find closure on the fact he is free from his burdens, even if I wish he was still here.

Even now I try to think of how he might have thought… If I had actually killed myself, I most certainly would not have wanted people to grieve over me. I would have wanted people to be okay for I would have been free of the pain. Even if suicide should not have been the way.

He is gone and he will never come back. There is nothing to be done about that. Any grief or pain can be fought away through his music which he left behind as a legacy, one celebrated by an entire generation. He will be alive through that.

I will never forget how you helped me and what you meant to me.

Enoch - Jealousy

request: Hey Idk if you do any smut or anything remotely sexual but I was wondering if you could do a Enoch smut? Where he’s jealous of another male in the house so he decided to show you you’re his and only his? Sorry if you don’t write that kinda of stuff 😶 thanks

warnings: smut

You couldn’t sleep and your eyes were turning dry from staring at the ceiling for so long. Sweat was dripping down the sides of your forehead and your hands were clammy.

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10 Incorrect POTC5 quotes

—Posted from my Deviant account. I am so sorry…they just wouldn’t leave me alone…POTC belongs to Disney, the respectable quotes belong to their respectable owners, and you belong to you. Enjoy!


HENERY: Are you…drunk?

JACK: No…yes.

HENERY: What happened?

JACK: I found a pub.


JACK: And I drank it.


SALAZAR: Rules were made to be followed. Nothing is made to broken. 

MURTAG: Uh, piñatas.

MULLOG: Candles.

MURTAG: Firewood.

MULLOG: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

BOTH: And rules.


JACK to CARINA (at one point): Because you’re as rude as I am and whilst I have no proof I’m pretty sure you’re a witch.


JACK: Mistakes were made-

GIBBS: By you.

JACK: And some Spaniards got cursed.

GIBBS: By you!


I happen to bitch the perfect amount for someone in my situation. -Carina Smyth


JACK: Now lets’ face it, I’m the most likely target, so I’ve already made up a list of enemies, which I have narrowed down from twenty-six to just five.

HENERY: In all the seas?

JACK: On just this ship.


BARBOSA: Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?

JACK: Not until four.


HENERY: Wait here.

CARINA: Yes, you go down the dark hallway alone and I’ll wait here in the dark room alone.


JACK to SALAZAR: Look, lets just agree and say ‘I’m sorry’ on the count of three. One. Two. Three.


JACK: Now, see, I’m disappointed in both of us.


SALAZAR to YOUNG JACK: You shouldn’t insult people who are bigger then you.

YOUNG JACK: Then I’d never get to insult anyone.


SALAZAR sword fighting YOUNG JACK: If I were you, I’d give up.

YOUNG JACK: If you were me, I’d be ugly.

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.


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.


“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.” 



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.


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…”


“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.”


“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.


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.”

Part 8?

Serrano is making lots of honey, but it seems that they have gone queenless AGAIN.
I am preparing more Strong queens for them, but it will take a while before I have a good one for them.
They made an almoat perfectly circular and extremely thick queen cup, but they don’t have any eggs, so it looks like they have been without queen for quite some time. They only have three or four brood cells that have yet to hatch, so it has been at least since the week before last.

Bitty in the Juniors au

           So the fact that Bitty went from a no contact co ed high school team to the first line of an NCAA team is amazing. Like, despite his checking fear, Bitty must be good. So like, how good would he be if he went through the system rather than figure skating? Mostly this is my really complicated au to get Bitty to the NHL. Also I love the idea that Bitty is just really good at hockey, okay?


Okay so after pewee football didn’t work out, in say third grade, Bitty decides he wants to do figure skating. But Coach is hesitant. Like really hesitant. So he encourages him to join a mite hockey team (8 and under), because it doesn’t allow checking, unlike pewee football, which allows tackling by the third grade in the South, in my experience. Eric tries it out, and it’s certainly not figure skating, it is a lot better than football, and when he tells Coach, he is practically thrilled.

But obviously, Eric is pretty good. By the next year, when he gets to ages 9-10, he plays at level AAA. He’s fast, he’s good with the puck, and good at reading the other players on his team. He’s very popular. They call him Bitty, because, honestly, it’s a pretty obvious nickname, and I imagine that Eric’s always been on the small side. He bakes pies for the team with his mom and everything’s pretty good.  He doesn’t have figure skating to express himself like he did in canon, and obviously hockey is very hyper-masculine, even at a young age I’d imagine, so that’s hard for him.

As he gets older, he gets teased a little bit, both on the team and in school, about his size, about his baking, etc., but he has enough friends on the team that it doesn’t become a huge issue, and after all, he is a really good hockey player. He never gets locked in a closet. Coach does catch some boys from his team calling him a f*g, and that is what sparks the move to Madison. He knows his boy is pretty damn good at hockey, and if Junior wants to really get somewhere, gay rumors aren’t going to help. Plus, he’d gotten a really great job offer there, so it’s a win-win.

Bitty finds a new hockey team and things are good. Pretty great, honestly. He loves hockey, surprisingly enough, even though the fact that there is checking now makes him seriously uncomfortable. Fortunately, he’s fast enough that it doesn’t happen often. The first time it happens, though, he passes out. It happens again the second time. The third time, his parents get into a huge fight about it, but his mother wins and she takes him to therapy, where he is diagnosed with PTSD. His therapist and his coaches help him a lot, and he learns to deal with the checking. He is also diagnosed with ADHD, which neither his mother nor Coach really understand, but his medication does seem to help him a lot, especially in school, so they are okay with it, even if they don’t talk about it.

After Bitty is comfortable with his therapist, he admits that his thinks he is gay, and to his relief, she is very understanding, and helps him through it. He doesn’t get drafted in the USHL’s draft in the May after his sixteenth birthday, and he is heartbroken (I know that his birthday is the fifth and the draft is on the first week, but maybe it works. Idk pretend it does lol.)

He steps up his practicing, working harder than ever that year as captain of his team. When the junior year roles around, he is drafted by the Chicago Steel. He is thrilled. And terrified. Bitty has never, ever been that far from home. His mama tries to talk him out of leaving. “Dicky, why can’t you just wait a year for college if you are so eager to leave?” But this is his chance. His chance to leave Georgia, maybe find somewhere more accepting, get a hockey scholarship (because that was the deal he made with his parents, going into Juniors means he has to go to college for at least four years before going into the NHL), play in the NCAA, and then maybe even the NHL. Which at this point, it was pretty obvious he was at least going to make the AHL, even if he never cracked the NHL roster. (ok so bear with me. I’ve done some reading on the USHL and the NCAA, but tbh I still am not sure exactly how it works, so I’m playing fast and loose with the rules here.)

Ok so Bitty starts playing with as a Steel in the fall of his senior year. He gets scouted by a bunch of NCAA teams, as well as a few NHL teams. Eric eventually decides on Samwell (pretty quickly actually), because they have Jack Zimmermann, 1 in 4, the amazing scholarship, and the fact that Samwell is significantly closer to Georgia than Chicago. So flash forward the rest of that season/school year to his first day as a Samwell Wellie.

So like, as far as we know according to canon, no one in Bitty’s year was scouted from a USHL or a Canadian Juniors team, so rather than being the small underdog third-liner he is in canon, Bitty is probably a pretty big deal. After all, the only other two people on the SMH who played Junior Hockey is Jack and Holster, and both are two of the SMH’s best players.

Okay, so Bitty knows he’s good. Obviously, he does. But know, for some reason, he is still really nervous about coming to play for Samwell. Jack Zimmermann’s team, lord. And this isn’t just his team, this is his school and he really wants to fit in, darn it. But he’s not too worried. He’s had plenty of practice bro-ing it up over the years. And hey, bringing, like, one pecan pie to the first skate isn’t trying too hard is it? (He doesn’t do his vlog like in canon, but he is pretty well known on Twitter for both hockey and baking.)

He totally thought he would be prepared for this. For goodness sakes, he’s been around hockey bros since he was eight! But good lord, this is a whole new level of weird! First of all, what kind of nickname is ‘Shitty’? And for heaven’s sake, how dare Jack tell him to ‘eat more protein.’? He has been playing hockey and cooking long enough to know how to feed himself, thank you very much, Mr. Zimmermann. And the things they did to his pie, good lord.

Bitty starts preseason practices playing on the first line with Jack, and it honestly the most fun he’s ever had in his life. Playing with Jack is absolutely amazing, despite the fact that he seems to annoy the heck out of Jack.

Okay, so even though Bitty isn’t scared of checking like he is in canon, he still gets on Jack’s nerves. Mostly because, at first, Bitty reminds him of Parse. And it’s not just that they’re both small, fast, blonde skaters; it’s the fact that Bitty is the probably the only other player on the SMH team that has a chance at making it big in the NHL, and being on his line, just reminds him of being on a line with Parse and his endless ambition.

But. Then he gets to know Bitty. He realizes that Bitty is nothing like Parse. Parse has always been the only other person Jack’s ever met who is as driven as himself, and Bitty is different. It’s not that Bitty isn’t driven. They practice together twice a week at five in the morning, in fact, by Bitty’s request. But he is kinder, warmer, and far more compassionate then Parse ever was. And he doesn’t seem to think of Jack as competition, but just as a friend and teammate.

Alright, so most of the rest of this first year is the same as in canon. Bitty doesn’t come out to his friends until the end of fall semester, and of course, it goes fine. Then comes Yale. Bitty gets a concussion, and while he was expected to be drafted high in the first round of the 2016 draft, the concussion, however minor, throws a wrench into those plans. He ends up going 56th over all to the Providence Falconers. Which is actually pretty great, because it’s even closer to Georgia than Samwell, but still far enough north that, well, he won’t have to go back down south after graduation. Plus, their AHL team (which I am 100% making up and I know nothing about the east coast so, sorry) is the Hartford Eagles, so that’s not far either.

After that, I have no idea. Does Bitty ever play for Team USA in the World Juniors? I don’t know; you tell me lol. I guess for the most part everything happens the same way. Jack signs to the Falconers next year (which yeah, starts some rumors, but that’s a fic for another time. I could have saved the angst and have Bitty been drafted by the Bruins, but like, hell no.) Jack and Bitty get together at the end of Bitty’s sophomore year, and pretty much everything follows canon until Bitty graduates, at which point he ends up in Hartford for a couple years, which is hard for him and Jack being and hour and a half away, but they are honestly both so busy that the extra distance doesn’t effect them that much.

By the start of the 2019-2020 season, Bitty is on the Falconers 3rd line. By the end of the season, he and Jack are on the first line together, leading the Falconers to their second Stanley Cup Championship. They come out as a couple together, shortly after that. And yeah, there is a lot of shit to put up with from the media, the fans, and other players, but there is also a lot of support. And they have each other. The both play for the Falconers for the entirety of their careers and live happily ever after with their Cup rings, a dog, and maybe even a kid once they retire. The end. Please someone write an actual fic of this lol. Like seriously. I would love to see someone explore how this would effect Bitty emotionally. Also World Juniors. Like. C’mon.

anonymous asked:

Oh oh, for 10 Years On, please write a fic exploring how Sam felt when he and Matt were rescued and he found out what happened between the seperation & rescue, and how he feels when Shiro shows back up 10 years later and Sam finally sees the damage the Arena did and none of it has healed even though he and Matt have had a decade to move on from their big shared alien abduction trauma? :D (PS I'm loving & kudosing all your AO3 stuff and thought you'd like to know that re: hair, mused =/= mussed.)

(Aghhh I know, I’m the worst at that mistake and I never ever catch it.  One of these days I’ll remember.  But thank you so much!!  And thank you for the delicious prompt.)

For those who missed it, a sequel to this fic

It had been nearly three years since Sam Holt had seen his wife and daughter.

There was no way for him to know that for sure, of course.  There were the nearly exactly six months it had taken to get to Kerberos, but after that it had been the Galra ships and then the mining planet, and he knew those day cycles didn’t match up perfectly, or even very well, to Earth’s.  Then they’d been tapped by the Rebellion and spirited away to yet another planet.  By then, Sam and Matt were both well used to the mining planet’s day cycle, and so now it was impossible to tell how it would have felt against Earth.

Still, it had been about 853 cycles since they’d been captured, and 184 on the Daedalus.

Nearly three years, give or take.

Nearly three years since Sam had left home, buoyed on the excitement of discovering something new and exciting about the creation of their very solar system, of the universe itself.  Accompanied by his son and Takashi, he’d gone with the kernel of hope of learning about how life was created and supported in the universe.  One step closer to his life’s work, to First Contact.

At this point, it didn’t even feel ironic anymore.  It felt like they’d been asking for it.

Three years of struggle and heartbreak, of losing Matt and then Takashi, losing his freedom, slowly losing hope.  Of holding onto his son as tight as he could, lest he be taken away yet again.  A year of being a different kind of prisoner, the kept technicians for a rebellion Sam supported in theory but not in brutal action.  Of thinking ‘today is at least not worse than yesterday’, and that being enough.

But something had changed, not too long ago.

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anonymous asked:

Man am I the only person who *prefers* to work longer hours and fewer days? Even with an 8 hour day I usually don't feel like doing much on a day I'm working so having more days off is better for me. Plus it's less total time spent traveling to/from work. I'd rather work the extra four hours since I'm there anyway. I know some nurses work 8s but I'd be really bummed if they made it mandatory....

I actually don’t think a 3/12 schedule is so bad.  (I’m doing it at New Job, after all.)  But at my Old Job there was a lot of slippage into 4/12 or 3/16 territory.  At that point, the extra days off are wasted because I’m too damn tired to do much anyway.

Also, it really depends what you’re doing.  If it’s a reasonable pace with some downtime, sure, 12 hours slips right by.  If I’m on my feet dashing from crisis to crisis, I just can’t physically sustain that much.

I wouldn’t want to make a 5/8 schedule mandatory, but I would like employers to treat employees who are willing to do 12s responsibly, instead of using them as Infinite Work Dispensers.  I guess that’s my real complaint.

So my mum took me shopping for some clothes for school.
  • Just like always, this is how it went:
  • Me: *goes into women's section to make my mum happy*
  • Mum: "oh, don't you like this! This is nice! HOW ABOUT THIS!"
  • Me: *looks at women's clothes, thinks to myself "I don't understand this shit"
  • Me: *complains about how women's clothes are made because seriously, some shirts I'd have to buy four of and where them all at the same time just so it's not see thru!!!*
  • Mum: "stop complaining, it's not me that makes the clothes!"
  • Me: "well y'know, some other sections of the store might have some close that actually make sense!"
  • *continues for about 10 minutes*
  • Mum: "fine. Y'know what, if you wanna look at the men's section go, but hurry up"
  • Me: *does a tiny fist pump of victory and skips over to the men's section happily like the person I am"
  • Me: *SO MANY NICE CLOTHES!!!!!!!!!!!"
  • After all that I finally bought three shirts and they all look AWESOME!!!

You did this to me - All of my life! You made me!