thanks for all the feedback on that last one

Small Rant. But Please. <3

Alright. 

Does any other fan fic author get confused when someone messages you saying they want to be tagged in a story or telling you how much they love it, but THEY NEVER SHOW UP IN YOUR NOTIFICATIONS?! 

Yeah, that bothers me.

If you think you should be tagged, you should be liking, giving feedback, AND following the author! You shouldn’t expect to be tagged in something to not give anything in return. Fan Fiction is free. At least mine is, and all I want is to hear from you guys. And guess what. I’m going to reward those who do give me feedback, why? Because it makes me one of the happiest people alive. Reading your thoughts, reading how much you hate me (but you really love me, you just are upset with the characters) that kinda shit makes me soooo happy. So please, do it more! 

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Punk (Chap. 12)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3923

Warnings: language, talk about injuries, sarcasm (sometimes jokes are okay)

A/N:  Thank you all for the amazing feedback and support on the last chapter.  I’m completely blown away and ecstatic that you like the story.  I hope you like this next part, it’s a little drawn out but I had some angst I needed to get out.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Thank you again for your patience between updates.  



Apparently Natasha didn’t actually want you to answer that question.  She was ranting and raving, throwing her hands in the air, pointing a polished, accusatory finger in your direction.  She switched from English to Russian so quickly that it seemed as is if she were a one-woman show playing all the parts.  You couldn’t get a word in edgewise though.  Every time you opened your mouth to reply she merely answered herself or spoke right over you with a barrage of “what were you thinkings” “you could have dieds” “I’ve never seen anything do stupid in my entire lifes” “what the hell is wrong with yous” and what you suspected were several rude and explicit Russian insults.

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~HEY Y’ALL it’s ya girl back at it again with some more Grayson fluff. This one is kinda inspired by Ethan’s tweet about sleepy and delirious Gray. I’m hoping to write more often, it just takes a lil more for me to get inspired. OH and thank you guys so, SO much for all the positive feedback on my first Gray imagine, “take me there”. I’m so proud of it and I’m so happy you guys seem to enjoy it as well. :)

**No warnings (unless you wanna count Ethan’s dirty joke in the beginning)**

He was up pretty late last night, probably beating it to a picture of you or something, I dunno,” Ethan teased after letting you inside the apartment.

“Good lord, E,” you groaned with a scrunched face. You followed him past the kitchen and into the living room.

“I’m kidding loser,” he chuckled, plopping down on the couch and pressing play on the game he had paused to answer the door. “He was just up editing his part of the video for a long ass time last night. Although he probably did do the other thing. Wouldn’t put it past him.”

“Ethan!” You scolded, soliciting a laugh from your boyfriend’s brother.

“Just being truthful, cupcake,” he shrugged, not taking his eyes off his game. You scoffed and jokingly shoved his head as you walked past him (ignoring his whines that you made him mess up his game or whatever) and made your way to Grayson’s room, quietly opening and closing the door behind you. You leaned against the door and sighed in sympathy and love as you laid eyes on his sleeping figure.

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eyeball would be too emotionally constipated to do the smothering of kisses like ruby would >> 

Perfection - Jughead x Reader

Request — Anonymous asked: Juggie x reader where reader’s thought of as pretty but hasn’t dated anyone before because most guys just Like her for her looks. One day a bully tries to force himself on her and a wild Jughead appears and saves the day??? Thanks

A/N — Thank you so much for all the positive feedback I got on my last imagine! I thought I rushed it completely and I felt like it wasn’t like the request, but it made me happy seeing all the likes and shares. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this imagine!

Words: 2500

Warnings: Bullying, swearing, signs of sexual harassment and angst

(Y/N) , (Y/L/N) , (S/C) , (H/T) — Your name, your last name your favourite colour, skin colour, home town

She was just one other face in the hallway, but somehow she stood out. The boys, along with some girls, made her their main interest. Sure, by now she was use to it, but in a bad way. (Y/N) was the most gorgeous girl at Riverdale High School. Everyone was after her, including the people who kept silent. In fact, that was Riverdale’s own Jughead Jones. He was afraid all they would ever get to if they had the chance was be lab partners. Sadly, nothing else, or so he thought.

You moved to Riverdale a year ago from (H/T). Straight away as you walked through those great big halls on your first day, you were afraid it would be exactly like your old school. Your parent’s got a job offer, meaning they had to move to Riverdale. Of course it wasn’t a bad thing, but what was ahead of her was. A new movie, a new start, was all she wanted when learning that she was moving far away. Thank god, is all you thought to yourself.

The reason why you hated your old school was due to only one person. In fact, that person was a boy. A cute boy at the time, but learnt later on to be absolutely vile. His name was Jake. He was a senior, whereas at the time you were only freshman. Since you were ahead of your grade in science, you had the honour to move to senior classes instead of freshman ones. That’s when trouble all started. Since laying eyes on him, you knew it was going to be bad. Sure, his eyes were deep and blue, the kind that looked look a starry night sky, but it was a rabbit hole to fall in to. Since the two of you were assigned lab partners, you got to know him more and more everyday, meaning that the feelings you had for him grew too. One day after class, he asked you out on a ‘date’ to go to a party another senior was hosting while his parents were gone on a business trip. Since your parents never allowed you to date, you decided to be a little rebellious and sneak out with him whilst they were out of town. When it came time for him to pick you up, he was slightly intoxicated, sitting in the drivers seat of his car. You knew straight away it was going to be a bad night. In fact, it was. He got more and more drunk that night, leaving him to almost lead you to a bedroom to have sex in. You called him out, all the boys ganged up and told you to leave, walking all the way home in the pouring rain. That next day of school, someone photoshopped your face on a girl in a revealing bikini was sent to every boy with the caption ‘slut’. Luckily it was a miracle, the move to Riverdale, that was a sign to a fresh new start.

She was wary of every boy that caught her glimpse since her first day. She obviously didn’t want a repeat of the last incident that still haunted her. Boys asked her out, but she kindly declined with the excuse that her parents didn’t allow her to date. Someone assumed she was a lesbian, but that was just a rumour. At least the boys here we nice enough to accept her response. Since still being fairly new, you didn’t really acknowledge many people as your friends, as you didn’t exactly know who to trust anymore. One person, the only person, was the only exception. Jughead Jones, the only boy that acknowledged you as a human being with feelings and stories. Since of your high IQ, you were still assigned to a couple higher classes to fit your standards. You didn’t mind the classes, especially science, as it was your favourite subject. And your lab partner, which happened to be Jughead, wasn’t your usual douchebag preppy jock that only wanted you for your looks.

The day was Friday. Most of your classes that day was with Jug. Of course you didn’t mind as he was the only person you got along with. As you were late to school, you quickly went to the office to grab a late note for your teacher to give on arrival. When you made it to English that morning, to your surprise, Jughead saved you a seat next to his. It was knew of him. Jughead always seemed to have a huge opinion on personal space, but this was new to her, including a couple classmates. She held in a chuckle walking over to her seat which sat next to his.

“So, did I miss anything on Shakespeare?” (Y/N) whispered, opening her bag to take out her books. “Shit, do you have a pen?” She asked, still trying to search deep into her bag to find where her pen could be. Jughead picked up the pan that already sat on his desk, waving it in front of her, as she looked up and thanked him taking it.

“No problem. But with the Shakespeare question? Yeah, I’m a bit sick of hearing Romeo & Juliet over and over again.” Jughead confessed, a smirk playing on his lips as he took out a new pen for himself. “At least it’s not Macbeth this time.” You smiled, trying to not giggle too loudly.

For the last two weeks, news spread that there was a party hosted by Chuck Clayton that night in honour of Riverdale’s football team, the Bulldogs, latest win against their rival school. Of course that wasn’t on your interest, as fear hit you like a dozen bricks all at once. But there was no fear in asking others if they were going. Since Archie Andrews, Jughead’s best friend, well, no one really knew what they were at the moment, she thought he would tag along with Archie to support his win.

“…So, did you hear about that party tonight?”  You hesitantly asked, looking up from your work into Jughead’s eyes. Every time she looked into them, a hit of familiarity came over her. A deep blue, similar to Jake’s. Of course she knew that Jughead wasn’t like every other boy, but she didn’t exactly know every single thing about him and she was still wary of her surroundings. All he did was scoff in response, stretching his arms out.

“Do you really think I would go to one of Chuck’s stupid parties? It’s just an excuse to drink and flirt with people whilst you’re drunk.” Jughead informed, support his head with his hands before resting his chin on the table.

“O-oh, b-but what about Archie? Aren’t you going to support him?” As soon as those words escaped her lips, his head shot up.

“Look, (Y/N), ever since Jason’s death, we haven’t really been talking. You see, the morning of the gunshot, Archie and I were suppose to go camping a bit out of Riverdale for summer vacation. I was packed and everything, ready to go. But he never showed up. So basically, my summer consisted of writing, eating, and playing video games.” Jughead explained to her. (Y/N) was aware of the gruesome death of Jason Blossom. Since it was big deal in Riverdale, of course she would have heard about it by now since it was brought up almost everyday, and she knew Jughead was fascinated in the mystery of it, as one day the two of them were both at Pop’s to finish some homework and he showed her the process of the book he’s writing.

“Jug, I’m sorry to hear that. If it makes you feel any better, I’m not going either. Long story, I’ll tell you if I ever get the chance. I might go to the Drive-In or something.” You suggested, going back to your writing. Jughead’s eyes lit up as you mentioned the Drive-In. Since it was where he worked, and literally where he lived, he sparked interest to make tonight’s shift a little more fancier since she was going.

“Since when did you find you go to Drive-In’s? I work there, so, technically I have to be there. But I run the reels up in the projection room, so I just put it in and snack away on popcorn. I find it more fascinating watching it in a point of view sort of way. If you want, maybe I could show you what it’s like?” The end part to what he said came out almost in a question. Jughead was hesitant, shy almost at the suggestion to her. He was head over heels for (Y/N), and the main focus on her wasn’t her appearance for once.

“S-sure, Jughead. I’d love to.” That answer caught him by surprise, along with herself too. After one whole year of not going out, staying in most of the time, she deserved one night off from the troubles of teenage life. “What were you thinking of playing tonight?” She asked, curious in his movie taste.

“Well, I have a couple in mind. Maybe ‘The Rocky Horror Picture Show’ or ‘Heathers’.” He replied, fiddling with the pen between his fingers.

“Both. I like your movie taste, Mr Jones.” She complimented, a blush slowly clinging to her (S/C) cheeks.

The period before lunch was finally over. The hallways filled up with loud students as Jughead and you tried to manage to make it to the end to sit with Veronica, Betty, Kevin and Archie.

“Hold on a second, I have to quickly get something from my locker.” She told Jughead, walking over to her locker that was opposite her.

“Sure, I’ll just wait in the cafeteria. I’ll save you seat.” He hung his head low, hiding a blush as he dug his hands into the pockets of his jacket before spinning on his heels and walking off. (Y/N) smiled back at him, a blush now on her cheeks as she turned to face her locker to put in the code to unlock it. She quickly put in her books as she took out her perfume, looking around the hallway in sight of Jug before spraying a bit on herself. She placed it back in her locker as she shut her locker, a boy standing behind it now in her sight, making her jump.

“Whoa, didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckled, biting his lip as he looked up and down at you, instantly making you feel uncomfortable. “(Y/N), right?” You nodded slowly, clinging onto the strap of your bag.

“Yeah, that’s me.” You said awkwardly, trying to keep conversation short as she didn’t want to hold up Jughead waiting for her.

“Chuck. Chuck Clayton. Captain of the Bulldogs. Anyway, I have this party tonight which I really think you should come to. It seems like your kinda thing.” Chuck asked, still eyeing your body up and down, making you now extremely uncomfortable. You’ve heard from Veronica and Betty bad things about Chuck from the past which got him suspended and kicked off the team. But since his dad was coach, they somehow let him back on and everyone pretended like nothing happened.

“O-oh, yeah, I’ve heard about it. I-I, look, uh… parties aren’t really my thing and I have plans anyway. I-I’m sorry.” She kindly declined, turning to quickly lock her locker before Chuck forced his hand onto it, holding it down.

“Aw, really? You know, the whole football team was looking forward on your arrival? I mean, I promised them and everything. And you’re just going to let us down like that, (Y/N)?” At this point, he cornered you against the lockers. You knew what was going to happen. The hyperventilating started, the tears on the corner of your eyes were about to break and the ball in your throat was keeping you completely still.

“C-Chuck, I-I… I have to go-..” (Y/N) tried telling him, but the ball in her throat dropped and a tear shed down her cheek.

“Aw, look, are you crying? You won’t be crying by the end of this.” He smirked at her, biting down on his lip before a sudden bang against the locker broke his grip off her. Jughead stood at the end of the hall, a steady glare held onto Chuck’s eyes.

Let. Go. Of. Her.” He forcefully said, the breathing in his chest visible as he tried his hardest to be calm yet stern, although he was furious and out of his mind. Chuck just laughed, still cornering her as he turned his focus to Jughead.

“Or what, Wednesday Addams? Are you going to tell on me?” He joked, now looking back at her as he held on higher to (Y/N)’s arm. At this point, Jughead was in absolutely rage.

“I said let go of her, Chuck.” He screamed, his eyes now tearing up along with yours. No one has ever stood up for you and it felt like a honour for it to be Jughead. Chuck let go of her, shoving her against the lockers as he stared at her once again before stepping back from her looking at the both of them.

Freaks.” He mumbled, before walking off and disappearing from the hallway. You looked at Jughead before walking over to him and standing opposite him.

“Why did you stand up for me?” You said sternly, looking deep into his eyes. Jughead once again scoffed, a glare now facing her.

“You’re kidding me, right? I just saved you and you’re asking such a stupid question?” He replied, looking down at her.

No! Jughead, I didn’t mean it like that!” She giggled staring up into his eyes as she stood directly under his nose. “It’s just, no one has ever stood up to me before. Ever. And I genuinely feel honoured for you to do that. Thank you.” She sniffed, blinking away tears.

“I-I..God this is going to sound stupid. Look, (Y/N), I-I..I just wanted to protect you.” He admitted, looking down at her, captivated by the beauty in her. A smile played on her lips as she sighed deeply.

“…Jug?” There was a pause. He was waiting for what she was going to say. And just like that, the perfection moment was perfection. She stood on her toes as she closed her eyes, placing her lips on his as she held onto his jacket. Their lips both moved in sync as he moved his hands from inside his pockets to hold onto her soft cheeks, deepening the kiss with passion and love. Shortly after, they both pulled away and he smirked down at her.

“Pick me up at 8.” She bit her lip, walking off in the hallway to class as the bell rang, leaving him standing there with a goofy grin playing on his lips.

A/N — You guys, I am so proud of this writing I am so happy aaaa. Also, if this uploads and I get the followers, thank you for 1000? I don’t know, as I’m writing this I haven’t checked my notifications, but if I have yay! I hope you enjoyed this because I find it so cute to write.

This Is War [12]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1359

Warnings: It’s angsty again.. There’s crying.. I’m sorry..

A/N: The next part will be the last!! Thank you everybody who has stuck with me on this one for so long!! Your feedback has been incredible!! Thank you all so so much xo

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That One Dreadful Call

Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 974

Warnings: ANGST (which isn’t a shocker with me anymore) 

A/N: Here’s your Daddy!Jensen angst!!! I hope you all enjoy it…there may be a part two or I may just be a bitch and leave it like this lol anyways thanks to @mamapeterson for the beta and feedback is gratefully appreciated!!!

Jensen couldn’t stop smiling. While waiting for the set to be prepared again he started thinking about you and your four year old daughter who looked exactly like you, but had his eyes. He had everything he could have ever wanted and more. Ever since marrying you, you had truly made him a better man and he could never stop showing you how much he appreciates and loves you. Last night was one of those nights, after Olivia fell asleep, you were all his and everything was completely perfect. Jensen actually felt himself starting to blush as he started thinking about last night in such a public place. He was brought out of his thoughts by the directors booming voice, rubbed the back of his neck, and made his way back to his marker.

Many takes later it was finally lunch time and also around the same time you would pick Olivia up from pre-K. Which would result in him getting a FaceTime call of the two of you as you drove back home. All throughout lunch Jensen was constantly checking his phone, so much that Jared noticed, “Hey man, she probably just forgot or got busy with the teacher or something. Don’t sweat it.”

“Do you think I should call just to be sure?”

Jared shook his head, “Nah, I’m telling you everything is fine.

“But she always calls, this isn’t just something she would all of a sudden forget to do.”

“I know, which is why I’m saying something else must have come up to where she couldn’t FaceTime you.” Jared’s head lifted when he heard the director’s voice once again. Slapping the side of Jensen’s arm he gave him a reassuring smile, “Come on, back to work we go.”

Jensen gave a nod of his head as he stuffed his cell phone back into his pocket, he’d find out why he didn’t get his call when he got home tonight. Jared was probably right, it was most likely nothing and Jensen was just overreacting. But then again if you did have something else to do…why didn’t you just send him a quick text? He shook his head and brushed it off as he walked back onto set, immediately transforming into Dean Winchester.


Jensen went about the rest of his day without a single call or message from you still. Now he was really starting to get worried. He moved you here to Vancouver with him so he could always be with you and never miss a moment of Olivia growing up. Even though he was about an hour away you still talked to him like you still lived in Austin, he was your best friend and you were his. So to go all day without hearing anything from you…really made him nervous.

It was at the beginning of the final scene, one more hour till he got to go home, when his phone finally rang. The director wasn’t all that happ,y but Jensen answered it anyways, waving off the director, “Y/N, babe, why haven’t you called me all day? Is something wrong?”

Jensen heard sniffling along with little whimpers and his brow scrunched together, that wasn’t you, “Olivia? Baby girl, where’s mommy?”

She whimpered one last time before Jensen heard someone else whispering to her, “Olivia, is that mommy? Can you hand her the phone?” This was when Jensen really started to panic and he wasn’t sure what was going on. He felt Jared’s hand on his shoulder with a questioning look but he just gave him the ‘hold on’ finger.

“D-Daddy…t-the mean man t-told me dat m-mommy can’t t-talk right now…dat y-you gotta find us. C-Come find us daddy…I-I scared….” He heard her starting to cry again as she pleaded for him to help her. His heart dropped, his stomach twisted into a knot, and he could feel his throat starting to close up. His little girl was calling out to him to help her and save her and he had no idea where you or her even were.

“Liv…tell me who has you and daddy will be right there!” He waited barely a second and he didn’t hear her voice or her whimpers anymore. “Liv! Olivia!” Jensen shut his eyes and some tears escaped just as another voice spoke through the phone.

“Jensen! Hey buddy, how’s it hanging?!”

“J-James?” That’s all Jared needed to hear and he pulled away from Jensen and started to call the police on his cell phone.

Jensen heard this blood curdling laugh on the other end, “You sound so surprised! I told you that you’d be seeing me again! Looks like someone didn’t believe me!” James said in a sing song taunting tone that made Jensen shudder..  

“You tell me where you have them and we can settle this right now. James, you give me back my family!” Jensen’s voice broke as his knees gave out. “Please. I’ll give you anything you want, just give me my family back.”

“Ya know…as tempting as that is…and let me tell ya, having you offer up anything that I want is really really tempting…I’m gonna have to pass. We haven’t had our fun just yet! Toodles Jay!” James started laughing again and Jensen couldn’t stop the furious tears as he heard those last two words and then there was nothing at all except for the cruel dial tone heckling him. Jensen screamed and then threw his fist into the ground not caring about the pain that just erupted throughout his arm. Jared rushed over and slung an arm around Jensen’s shoulders, pulling his friend into his body as Jensen gave in and cried.

“We’ll get ‘em back Jay…we’ll get ‘em back,” Jared promised, waving away several people that had come over, asking what was happening.

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Bloom — Part IV — Spring

REQUEST: Can u write a fan fic about the girl owning a flower shop and Harry coming in to get flowers for someone else but then they fall in love because love is beautiful like a flower


AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the final part of this story! I may add an epilogue afterwards, but this will be the last weekly update. Thank you all so much for the feedback and the support that this story has received—this one holds a special place in my heart. I hope that you enjoy! x

Bloom: Part I // Bloom: Part II //Bloom: Part III //



The day had arrived.

Harry had been talking about it for weeks and weeks—he’d had such a good time writing his first album in isolation, that he decided to do the same thing for his second album. He was heading off to a remote island off of the coast of South America, and he had booked out studio time for two whole months.

The two of them spent hours together talking about his travel plans and getting him a head start on the writing process. He would spent days sitting at the counter of her little store—he would even occasionally ring in the customers, teasing her about how he deserves to be on the payroll. For the most part he sat and played the guitar, or brought her fun things that he’d purchased to take with him.

She did her best to distract herself from the fact that her best friend in the world was leaving.

It had been almost a year since Harry walked into her flower store that first night, and now she couldn’t imagine her life without him. She understood why she wouldn’t be able to have any contact with him during his writing process—he needed to focus on his music, and she respected that entirely. But it would be the hardest two months of her life, because Harry was her favorite person in the world.

And because she was in love with him.

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You Don’t Know Me | 2

Request: I can’t really think about an actual story plot but maybe yoongi getting you pregnant and he chickens out… Aw This is such a bad description but since you’re an amazing writer ypu can pull it off better ☺💖 thank you!

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.922

Warnings: swearing, numbers (lolol)

A/N: gosh I suck at math so I hope the numbers are right… also please leave feedback if you want more!


A month.

4 weeks.

31 days.

744 hours.

44.640 minutes.

2.678.400 seconds.

155 breakdowns.

49 panic attacks. 

12 sleepless nights. 

That’s how you counted the time since you had last heard from Yoongi. All that time passed without him answering your calls or messages, leaving you on read and declining every single one of your calls. 

He wants me to feel ignored, otherwise he’d just let the phone ring - or not click on my messages.

He wants me to know he’s there but not ready yet.

That’s his game.

You didn’t want to give up on him. He was everything you had, everything you had counted on. He was your best friend, your partner in crime, your lover and your other half. You had hoped for a future with Yoongi. Always supporting him and his moody behavior. Being there for him no matter what because you knew how stressed he was and how burdened he felt. So you didn’t stop leaving messages, as random as they were. You knew he was just being stubborn, you knew he would never leave you just like that.

He loves me.

He does.

He’s just having a hard time.

You started coming by their dorms every second day, hoping to get Yoongi out of his box. Being friends with the boys as well, they didn’t really mind. It was weird for you in the beginning because you two had been dating for so long, yet you had never really been at the dorms that often. Dating Yoongi meant spending more time with him at the studio than at the dorms. It was a nice change to be able to spend time with the others as well but you always knew in the back of your mind that the actual reason behind that situation was everything else but nice. And Yoongi knew how to remind you every time you visited - not once had you seen his face or heard his voice. He disappeared as soon as he knew you were coming over and wouldn’t come back until you had already left. You weren’t even the one telling him that you were coming over, hoping that one day he’d be there to talk things out face to face but he always found his ways to be gone before you could even notice. You still saw his things lying around, things he usually had lying around at your dorm. Familiar pieces of his, spread around the dorm, reminding you how his things were here but he would never be.

He’s just not ready. He needs time.

The boys knew what had happened between you two and you felt their pitiful glances they threw your way when they thought you weren’t paying attention. But you saw. They were always there. During dinner. While playing video games. Helping with the chores. Watching a movie. Going over their choreographies. You saw and it broke you more each time. Even they knew how pathetic you were behaving. 

And that’s what it was - pathetic. You knew it, Yoongi knew it, the boys knew it, everybody knew it. Still, you couldn’t give up because in the end of the day, it wasn’t only about you and Yoongi but about the baby. Your baby needed a dad, not only a father. And you were just as stubborn as Yoongi, so you wouldn’t give up so easily. Your child was not going to be raised by a single mom, a college student who could barely take care of herself. It was going to live better than that.

He’ll give in. I know he will. 

At that moment, a soft pillow hit you in the face and screams erupted through the living room. Before you could realize what was going on, Taehyung had ducked behind you, making Jungkook run around your tiny figure in circles, making Taehyung shove you around like a shield to protect himself, earning screams of confusion from you.  

“You coward, move away from (Y/N)!”, Jungkook screamed and laughed before jumping forward, taking you to the ground with him as he landed on Tae, pinning his figure to the ground in a merciless grip.

“Jungkook, let go, you’re gonna break my arm!”, Taehyung laughed while screaming out in pain, making Jin came rushing into the living room to your side. Stretching out his hands for you, you thankfully grabbed them and he helped you up before parting the two boys in one swift move.

“Are you two crazy?! We have a pregnant woman here, you could have hurt her and the baby! Stop running around like that or you’ll be cooking your own meals until this baby decides to break free”, Jin scolded while sitting you down on the couch, handing you a pillow and a blanket. You raised your eyebrows at him in confusion and laughed at his choice of words.

“For support. The baby needs it”, he simply answered and positioned it himself when you didn’t make a single move. 

“You can’t do that Jin Hyung! She’s not even fat yet!”, Jungkook exclaimed and earned a smack on the back of his head from his hyung. The maknae winced and rubbed his head in pain, whilst Taehyung laughed at the comical scene in front of him, earning a death glare from Jin.

“Shh, you don’t say that to a girl Jungkook. Don’t you have any manners?”, Jin looked angry but you just laughed and sat up.

“He’s right though, I’m not even fat yet. I’m just two months pregnant, Jin. Stop worrying so much”, you smiled at the older boy but he just shook his head and sat down next to you as the two others left the room to play video games in their bedroom.

“The first three months are the most critical ones (Y/N)! You should know that. Anything could happen”, he looked at you seriously concerned, so you grabbed his hand, rubbing your thumbs over his soft skin. You noticed him shiver and quickly look away but chose to ignore it.

“I know Jinnie. Thank you for taking such good care of me. I don’t know where I’d be without you”, you grinned foolishly but meant it. He had been there for you the second Yoongi decided to break it off and ignore you. In the heat of the moment you had called Jin right after you had calmed down from the first shock and since then he hadn’t left your side. He always made sure that you were doing okay, that you were eating and getting enough sleep, even bringing over food to your dorm himself if you couldn’t come over. He also made you tell him your check up appointments so he’d know if anything was wrong. He cared and you were truly thankful.

“You’d definitely be lost, I can tell you that”, he mumbled but smiled and pulled you into a hug. You were taken aback for a second as you inhaled his scent. He smelled manlier than expected and for a second, goosebumps arose on your skin before you heard a door being slammed shut and someone shuffling lazily into the room. You turned around, breaking free from the embrace and saw him. He was standing still in between doors, eyes glued to Jin’s hands on your waist.

“Yoongi”, you exhaled, eyes wide and watery as your heart started beating faster by every second that passed while he just stared. He looked exhausted, more than usual. Deep bags under his eyes, colored in deep purple and blue, signaling that he mustn’t have gotten lots of sleep in the past couple of weeks. His skin looked paler than ever and dehydrated, having lost all natural glow. His figure was skinnier than ever and you were scared that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself up for much longer. At least he seemed to have taking care of his hair and clothes as his outfit and hair were styled enough to walk out of the house.

“I-I’m going to see what the others are doing”, Jin quickly got up, shooting you one last glance before walking out in the opposite direction of Yoongi. The boy’s eyes followed his hyung until he had left the room, basically shooting daggers into his direction before turning his gaze to you.

“Yoongi we-”, you started but he interrupted you harshly.

“Why was he touching you like that?”, his voice was icy like the last words that he had directed at you when he left you a month ago.

You were confused. “What?”

“Why was he touching you like that (Y/N)?”, his stare had something unreadable in it. Hands balled into fists on the sides of his body, his eyes didn’t leave your face.

“Touch like what Yoongi?”, Jin had only hugged you. You didn’t know what was going on. 

“His hands were on your fucking waist (Y/N)! Don’t act like I’m fucking blind”, he scoffed and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Oh.

He was jealous. Min Yoongi was jealous even though he had broken up with you. Even though he had ignored all your calls and texts, avoided you for a whole month and left you with an unborn baby. 

That’s when it clicked.

Calling your state furious would be an understatement.

“So what if his hands were on my waist? He takes very good care of me and the baby, so he’s allowed to touch me”, you spat in an attempt to let Yoongi feel what you had been feeling that whole time. Even though he looked bad, he couldn’t have been through half the stuff you had been through the last weeks.

In the end of the day, he was the one who broke it off right?

Yoongi huffed and went through his hair with one hand. “So what, Jin’s the baby daddy now? As soon as I’m not available, you run to the next best dude?”, he was practically screaming at this point and you heard a door being shut silently. The boys were trying not to listen.

Damnit.

“As soon as you’re not available? Are you fucking insane? You broke up with me because I told you that I am pregnant. I tried to get you back because I knew you are stubborn and just needed time but you treated me like shit, Yoongi. Like literal shit. I come by every other day to get you to talk to me but no, mister fuckhead even knows a way to avoid me at his own home”, you had stood up and your face was red from anger at that point. Tears were streaming down your face uncontrollably. Your chest was burning from the heartache and all the pain he was making you go through again. Flashbacks from the painful words he had thrown at you, came rushing back, a new panic attack arising within you. 

Please not now.

“I-I didn’t mean to”, he whispered and lowered his head. 

“What?”, you weren’t sure if you had heard him correctly. Trying to calm down your breathing, you closed your eyes and balled your hands into small fists.

“I said, I didn’t mean to hurt you like that”, he lifted his gaze and spoke up, voice breaking as he looked at your state.

“Well surprise, you did it anyway”, you held back a sob, putting a hand over your mouth as soon as those words were out. You didn’t want to cry anymore. You had cried enough in the last couple of weeks. 

It just didn’t seem to end.

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That I am very grateful for all the great feedbacks that I got since the last time was active on this site. Ignoring the negative ones was/is still challenging, but I’m trying my best to put my focus on all of you good peeps and ur appreciated good feedbacks! Thank you so much you guys for keeping me grounded, love you! :)

dancing in a snow globe | shawn mendes

AKA THE SEQUEL TO “POEMS I WOULD WRITE YOU”

AKA COLLEGE!SHAWN PART TWO

MY MASTERLIST

word count: 10,143 (you didn’t think it was possible for this to be longer than the last one, did you?)

author’s note: thank you all SO, SO MUCH for all your feedback on part one (which you should probably read before you start this, and you can find it HERE). this second part covers sophomore year, and it’s a bit more nsfw so, like, don’t read this at work or your grandmother’s house, ya feel? i’m dedicating it to emily aka @saysweartogod bc she’s been my main cheerleader and literally revived herself from the dead to tell me to finish this. title comes from “you are in love” by taylor swift. enjoy xo


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i.

It had always been strange to you that time never felt consistent. One second could feel as though it stretched out into several eons, but three months could be compressed into one blink. As your freshman year of college ended, you felt like you weren’t looking around enough to notice the changes: the trees becoming lush with green leaves again, sweatshirts becoming t-shirts becoming tank tops, your boyfriend becoming more open, more kindhearted, more incredible with each passing day.

As your sophomore year progressed, you learned two things:

  1. You were in love, and
  2. You had no idea what to do about it.

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The One On The Last Night

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean and the Reader have a moment before Dean goes off to face Amara one last time.

Word Count: 1,971

Warnings: Angst, Smut, A bit of Fluff

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @sis-tafics and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess‘s Hubba Bubba Birthday Writing Challenge! I got the prompt: “The One On The Last Night”. I hope you guys like it. Feedback is definitely welcomed! 

**Also, special thanks to my beautiful Ree for putting up with me and reading over this. I could cry, to be honest.**



Nothing hurt more than knowing that the person you love was going to cease to exist come tomorrow. Nothing hurt more than knowing that it was all due to a plan to help God. Nothing hurt more than knowing that your life was going to mean absolutely nothing from here on out.

Not without the person you love.

I swallowed the huge lump in my throat as Rowena explained the plan to Dean. I couldn’t even concentrate properly. All that mattered was Dean. It was like I was having tunnel vision and all I could see were those beautiful apple green eyes, once so full of confidence and awareness, now looked broken and lost.

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Mason (Part Four) - Morgan Rielly

A/N: Here’s part four! I love hearing your feedback and thank you for your continued support! I’m really excited for you to read this, it’s my favourite part yet!

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Morgan Rielly (Feat. Auston Matthews, Mitch Marner, & Zach Hyman)

Words: 5,811

Warnings: Language

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(Side Note: I really love this gif!)

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Had to remake my masterpost because I changed my blog url and Tumblr wouldn’t allow me to go into my original post and edit. 

 Also, this took me about three times longer to make than it should have because I was rereading all the asks that you all had sent from when I started and all throughout the entire AM story. And honestly it just made me emotional because I had been so terrified, and I mean TERRIFIED to put my writing on here and now I’m just like “I didn’t edit this before I posted it, message me if there’s a big error.” On one hand that’s just me being lazy af, but on the other hand, I’ve become so comfortable posting on here and comfortable with all of you that I don’t fear any negative feedback and I just never thought I would be like that in writing. 

Truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for these last six months (holy ef six months!)  I would write a lot more and get a lot more emotional and dramatic, but I’m really tired. Maybe another time. 

Just a friendly reminder that today is the last day my Ebook is 15% OFF🌞✨ the link is in my bio, just use the code: HAPPYEASTER🌿 I can’t thank you all enough for the amazing feedback and kind words, it truly means the world to me. Even just knowing I can help one person out there makes me so endlessly happy💛
What also makes me happy is this bowl of Bircher Muesli I had today, topped with fresh mango, banana, kiwi + buckinis. The recipe is in my Ebook!

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anonymous asked:

hi! could you do a harry imagine where he comes backstage after the gig with stevie and hes all happy but he starts crying (in a cool way) because he loves her sm and you comfort him, thank you!💖💖

Hi! So in honor of Stevie’s birthday, I just had to write and post this one. I hope you like it :) x.


Leather and Lace

I’d been trying to hold it together for the last twenty minutes. The show was over, the crowd for the most part was dispersing and leaving the Troubadour, with a few clusters of fans here and there chatting. The music was still ringing in my ears, the feedback from the guitar now long gone yet still managing to vibrate and shake throughout my body. I stood frozen in my spot on the balcony where I’d sat next to James to watch Harry. The stage was now empty, the spotlights now making it seem more like a distant memory, or a time capsule from a completely different era - one that I’d seen in old magazines from decades ago.

I couldn’t believe what I’d just witnessed. Harry had just sung with Stevie Nicks. Stevie fucking Nicks! To say I was a fan of hers would be an understatement. Stevie was my idol. My queen. The reason I’d wanted to be a musician since I was twelve.

I hadn’t known she would be there. Harry hadn’t told me. Whether it was because he wanted it to be a surprise, or because he was afraid I would freak out and be nervous for him, therefore making him all the more nervous, I didn’t know. But maybe it was a little of both.

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Professor Evans (6/?)

Summary: Chris confronts Y/N on why she has been avoiding him and every single plan of his ends up going to waste

Pairings: Professor!Chris Evans x Student!Reader

Word Count: 2,112

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any

A/N: IT”S HAPPENING! That’s all I have to say. But it doesn’t fully happen. Thanks for reading, please leave some feedback, I’d very much appreciate it ❤️

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5


Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


Y/N rolled to her side, wanting nothing more to sleep in and melt into the warmth of her bed. However, Chris had different plans, as he started placing soft kisses on her shoulder and neck making her giggle once his beard touched her ticklish spot. She shrugged him but it did nothing as he leaned over her continuing his trail if kisses to her face, placing the last one to the corner of her mouth. Her lips curled into a smile as she turned to face him, brushing the hair that stuck to her face. She closed her eyes as Chris leaned in, cupping her cheek with his warm hand; both sighing happily once they closed the distance between them. brushing their lips against each other.

“I should’ve known you were talking about me,” Y/N whispered once they separated prompting Chris to let out a soft chuckle before placing another kiss to her lips.  

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I hate you │4

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


summary:  You and Jungkook get close while doing the assignment until something changes
member: Jeon Jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, romance, angst
word count: 2538
warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook badboy!Jungkook 
I hate you Masterlist  123 4 5 6

A/N: Thank you, everyone, for loving this story. I’m so grateful to all of you, I never expected the response to be this good, because this is the first fic I’ve written. I’d really appreciate it if anyone gave me an honest feedback. Anyway, here’s the part 4 and as always, I already have the next one planned. 


“I’m sorry, what?!”-Ava wasn’t exactly thrilled when she heard what you’d done last night. “So you left early yesterday to talk to him?”-she asked while you were about to grab two cups of coffee from the coffee machine for both of you

“Yes, and it went quite well”-you answered, purposely avoiding eye contact so that Ava wouldn’t catch your thoughts about how walking up to Jungkook was definitely a bold decision.

“When did you say you were going to meet?”

“I haven’t texted him yet, so we still need to figure it out”-you said and felt how your phone started buzzing in your pocket. Both of your hands were occupied by hot coffee so you motioned to Ava to pick it up instead of you.

“Are you sure about that?”-Ava’s surprised and dismayed expression shifted from your phone to your confused face.

“What are you talking about?”-now you were getting nervous, why did she have to make that face as if the end of the world was coming soon.

“Explain”-she shoved the phone into your face. It was so close you had to take a step back to make out the blurred lines on the screen. It was a reminder you had set yesterday: 

Today, at 3, meet Jungkook in the library”

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neighbour!daniel

(1/11 of the first meeting au project) my parents decided to spontaneously drop by my apartment so can i please hide my five illegally adopted cats in yours?

genre: fluff

word count: 765

pairing: reader x daniel

a/n: please look forward to this mini series! i might consider writing them out as actual scenarios so feedback is appreciated, you can find one of my full works here!


• it has been six months since you moved into your apartment after losing the last available room on campus to the most obnoxious person on earth (but that’s a story for another time)

• strangely, living alone has not been much of an issue because as far as you were concerned, your neighbours were quiet and kept to themselves, thank god for that

• but of course, all good things come to an end, which happens when the incessant ringing of your doorbell wakes you from your much needed afternoon nap

• you swing open the door and meet eyes with your neighbour who lives directly across you, his dyed blonde hair falling in front of his eyes

• “uh how can-”

• he cuts you off by shoving a ball of fur into your arms and you scramble to maintain a secure hold on what you soon identify as a cat

• his words tumble from his lips in a rush, “my parents are visiting and they can’t find out that i have been spending half of my savings on raising stray cats, can you please, please, please hide them for me”

• you can’t really understand the man or the situation at hand, but you find yourself nodding slowly which sends him running into his apartment before emerging with four cats safely tucked under his arms

• he scrambles into your apartment and you take a quick glance at his half open door before you follow him in

• “so do i just let them roam around or-”

• you are then interrupted, again, by the loud ringing of his phone which was increasing in volume by the second, the man groans in frustration before shoving a hand down the pocket of his jeans, fishing out a buzzing phone

• “hi dad! yes i’m just-” he glances at you, and then the cats, “cleaning up my apartment, making it look presentable you know?”

• and all you can do at this point is stare at him incredulously because here you are, standing by your dining table watching a stranger pace around your living room as five cats follow him from behind

• he frantically hangs up and locks his phone with a resounding click before rushing to the door, tripping over your rug in the process

• “thank you so much! i will be back in an hour, i promise!”

• and that is all you hear from your neighbour before he disappears into his apartment, the monotonous beep of the biometric door signalling that it has been locked

• you sigh and stare at the five cats now finding interest in your rug, which is definitely not a good sign

• it takes two hours, not one, for your neighbour to finally return and when he arrives, he finds you with your arms crossed, narrowed eyes glaring at a cat between the both of you which was rolling around with your knitted scarf

• “i just wanted to say thank you, my name is daniel and- oh my god”

• you raise a hand to silence him, “please, just take your cats”

• daniel’s eyes flick between you and his cats before he rushes to pick them up, bringing them back to his apartment

• ten minutes later, you find him at your door again, a sheepish look on his face and a tiny, green box in his hand

• he raises it to eye level and smiles, “how about some tea? you look like you need a cup”

• so that’s how you find yourself sitting across your neighbour (who is kind of attractive after further study) sipping from a cup of hot, green tea

• the conversation is interesting; flowing from the most mundane of things to personal goals and plans for the future

• and it’s amazing to the both of you as to how it is possible to just click with someone and talk about so much within the first few hours of meeting

• which is why when you take a quick glance at the clock hanging on your beige wall, you are surprised to see its hands pointing at seven in the evening

• “well,” daniel stands and brings his cup to the sink, “guess i have to get going”

• he tugs at his bottom lip with his teeth (not that you were staring at them or anything) and shuffles to the door, a tad bit reluctant to leave

• you send him off with a “your cats aren’t too bad, i like them, they’re warm and nice to hold”

• his lips pull up in a smile, “you’re not too bad yourself neighbour” before he disappears, once again, into his apartment (filled with cats)

Order from Your Commander (part 2)

Originally posted by supercanaries

Request: Order from Your Commander part 2!!! 

Word Count: 1,449

(A/N: Sorry this one is a bit of filler and doesn’t have a lot of action. I’m hoping to turn this into a lengthier series! Also, thank you all soooo much for all the positive feedback. You all are the reason I write. Last, if you want me to tag you in this, shoot me a message!) 

part 1

The sun had set and rose without Y/n knowing what was going on. She remembered Bellamy leaving, but he never came back. At some point, someone came to switch positions with the man named Miller. He was scrawny with brown hair, sunken in cheeks, and goggles. Y/n smiled at the thought of how easy it would be to take this boy in a fight. He drifted off at some point, and so did Y/n, waking up only at the sound of the ladder hatch being thrown open.

Bellamy walked into the room, looking even worse than he did when he went to bed. “Rough night?” The brown haired boy who was on watch asked.

“Shut up, Jasper.” Bellamy replied. He told Jasper to go before turning his attention back to Y/n.

 “Can I go yet?” Y/n asked sarcastically.

 The corner of his lip peeled into a smile. “No. We want your help actually.”

 “My help? You kidnap me, lock me up, and except me to help?” Y/n laughed. Bellamy stared at her as she laughed and couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was. Her smile was almost contagious and her laugh indescribable. Bellamy forced himself to look away.

 “Yeah, actually, that’s exactly what I want.” Y/n stopped laughing and stared at the man in front of her. She noticed his tense stance and clenched jaw. “My people are in danger, and we need your people’s help. We’ve heard quite a bit about your people, and what you all did to the Ice Nation.”

 “How do you know about that?”

 “We’ve got our sources…” He paused. “That’s beside the point. The point is, we know what your people are capable of, and we could really use some of that.”

 “Why do you need our help?”

 He took a deep breath in and pulled a shaky hand through his hair. It was obvious that this was taking him a lot to ask for help. He stared at the ground while Y/n stared at him. “You’re not used to asking for help are you?” She smiled.

 He peered up through his messy bangs, and found her smile more annoying than anything. “No, I’m not, but we’re desperate. The Grounders, TriKru, plan on attacking us. We don’t have guns or even that good of fighters. We’re swimming up shit’s creek without a paddle and we need help.”

 Y/n didn’t understand his odd analogy but understood the meaning behind it. The pain in Bellamy’s eyes spoke the truth of what he was feeling. “Why does your leader not ask me herself?”

 He paused, “she’s not our leader.”

 “You answer to her.” Y/n retorted. She couldn’t seem to grasp the dynamic the Sky People had. There was no clear definition of who had the power; maybe this is the reason they need her help.

 “We work together. As a team.” Bellamy replied as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall across from Y/n. They stared at each other for several minutes.

 “What do you want my people to do?” Y/n asked, breaking the awkward silence.

 Bellamy sighed, “Fight with us, please. Become allies with us, and in the future, when we’ve found our footing, we will return the favor.”

 Y/n thought about it for a minute. Bellamy wasn’t aware that she was the commander of the Free People, and didn’t realize the power she held. She knew what it meant though to be oppressed by a nation fueled by hate, and while the Grounders were decent and understanding, they didn’t like newcomers very much. Y/n could remember the first few months after they established camp right on the edge of Grounder territory. They fought for weeks, made several treaties, and eventually because neutral toward each other. Y/n was not unaware of how the Grounders treated the Sky People, however. They treated the Sky People with such detest and hate, which seemed completely unfounded to Y/n.

 “Okay.” Y/n nodded. She didn’t want to anger the Grounders, but she could see the benefit that having the Sky People as allies would bring. Bellamy stood straight up from his slouched position and looked into Y/n’s eyes quizzically. He thought he would have to do a lot more convincing than that. “They might not comply but I can try to convince them,” She added.

 Bellamy headed to the ladder hatch to report to Clarke and the others, but hesitated. Part of him wanted to let her down to show that he trusted her, but part of him didn’t trust her. Not yet, at least. “I’ll go tell the others. After that, we’ll head to your camp.”

 “I’ll be here.” Y/n sarcastically replied, definitely taking note of the way the corner of Bellamy’s lips pulled up slightly into what could be considered a smile.

 Several minutes passed, and in the minutes, Y/n spent the time counting the number of bolts lining the walls. She was at sixty-four when Bellamy came back with Miller and Murphy, the two guards from last night. They detached Y/n’s arms from the wall and immediately moved to tie them behind her back. But then Bellamy spoke up. “She’s just offered to help us in a war. You can let her walk by herself.”

 “What if she tries something?” Miller asked.

 Bellamy turned to face Y/n. He looked more annoyed than anything. “Are you going to try something?” Y/n shook her head no and tried to suppress the smile creeping on her face. While part of Bellamy rubbed her the wrong way, his sarcasm and lack of care for what others thought was kind of endearing.

 Murphy untied to ropes around Y/n’s wrists and threw the rope behind him. She rubbed her wrists lightly over the burn that the rope had caused. Miller headed to the ladder and descended to the bottom floor. Bellamy motioned for Y/n to go next. Her legs wobbled slightly as she moved down the ladder, as it had been a while since she had moved them.

 Miller had exited the drop ship by the time Y/n reached the bottom level. She moved toward the exit when she saw the pretty blonde girl from yesterday. “Do you think you’ll be able to convince your people?” Clarke asked. Y/n nodded. Something was incredibly satisfying about being the commander and none of these people knowing that. They exited the drop ship and walked the path they traveled yesterday, out into the familiar woods. Y/n felt the majority of her anxiety slip away, as she was finally home, and knew more about the woods than the Sky People did.

 Two people Y/n did not recognize joined them once they reached the gate. She later learned that their names were Harper and Octavia. This seemed to calm Y/n’s anxiety too. Bellamy and Y/n took the lead so Y/n could show them the way to the Free People’s camp, Harper and Octavia took the center, and Miller and Murphy took the rear. No one talked for the majority of the trip, until they were about two miles from the village.

 “What do you know about the Grounders?” Bellamy asked Y/n. She paused to think about her words.

 “They’re passionate and loyal, if anything happens to their people, they won’t hesitate to fight back. They’re also reasonable, as long as you uphold your end. My people sought refuge on the edge of TriKru territory. We fought for months, and finally we signed a treaty that we would not interfere with TriKru business or any further TriKru territory.” Y/n replied.

 “So are you allies or enemies?” Bellamy raised an eyebrow.

 “Neither. We just coexist.” Y/n glanced over at Bellamy, who was studied her face with wonder. Bellamy didn’t know whether to fear or respect this woman.

 “Did you fight in the war?” Bellamy questioned suddenly. Y/n stumbled a bit, not expecting to hear this question. She didn’t respond, just stared at the ground. “I’m sorry…you don’t have to answer that.”

 No one spoke after that. The air was filled with tension and anticipation, as Y/n could not wait to be in a place where she had the upper hand. Y/n could see the outlines of tents in the distance, and her heart fluttered a bit. Though she was only gone for a day, it felt like weeks. Y/n’s pace increased.

 They were about three hundred feet out when Y/n heard the familiar sound of her second in command, Bjorn’s, voice shouting “the Commander has returned!” Y/n was too focused on greeting him and the others that she couldn’t see the way the Sky People’s mouths gaped at her.

 Octavia leaned over to Bellamy and whispered, “Did they just call her commander?”

 Murphy sighed. “Yeah, we’re dead.”

(part 3)

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