the atom as a face

Atoms

Requested.

Song or quote:  You are such a perfect little arrangement of atoms
Who: Peter Parker

It had been hours, literal hours of doing nothing but studying for the biology exam on Monday. [Y/N] was about ready to pull out all her hair. Laying on her back in the middle of Peter’s room, she contemplated the money a stripper would make every single night. She had an okay body, if she hit the gym every now and again, she was sure she could make it work. A lot of creeps in New York though, she thought. A lot of risk being a dancer but at the same time, walking home with a little less than a grand a night sounded hella good. 

Peter peeked over his bed, raising a brow at [Y/N]. “Is there a reason why you didn’t answer my question on how much empty space is in an Hydrogen atom?”

[Y/N] groaned, grabbing her notebook and placing it over her face. “Can we just stop? We’ve been talking about atoms forever now.” 

He chuckled, “Come on, [Y/N]. You told me you wanted to get a good grade on this exam and you’re not going to if you don’t let me help you.” 

Sitting up, she looked at him. “Just take it for me.”

Rolling his eyes, “Because I physically look like you.” Jutting his pencil towards her, he ushered her to write the problem out. “Go on, calculate it. I’ll be waiting.” 

Mumbling a string of curse words, she scribbled on her notebook and quickly came to the answer, “ 99.9999999999996% “

Smiling, he cheered. “Yes! Great job, [Y/N]. Now calculate it as the size of the earth.” 

Dropping her pencil and her book, she stood up. “No. We’re done, Peter. Absolutely done. I can’t take anymore atom talk, I will seriously blow my brains out. I can’t. I’m so done.” She climbed onto the bed, removing the textbook from his lap, she crawled inside. “Please don’t make me do anymore. Can’t we cuddle for a little bit?” 

Peter bit his lip, it was always hard to tell her no. Wrapping his arms around her, he threw them on his back and sighed. “Fine but just for a little bit and then back to atoms, okay?” 

“Okay but no more atom talk for the next twenty minutes.” Nestling into his chest, she smiled and closed her eyes. 

“You know something?”

“Hm?”

“You are the perfect little arrangement of atoms.” 

[Y/N]’s eyes shot open, “You little shit.” She growled before Peter stole a kiss from her lips. 

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BTS Reacts: Your Accident On Stage

Request: Hey! Can I request a bts reaction to their girlfriend in a girl group performing onstage but tripping on a wire and hurting her ankle? Your blog is so nice to read through!


Originally posted by jiminslov

Seokjin (Jin)

Seokjin wiped the palms of his clammy hands on his pressed dress pants. It was your first award show performance since debut and he knew you would be terribly nervous; he could practically feel your screaming nerves radiating from his designated seat in the audience. Seokjin could picture you backstage, head-mic slightly askew, your hands gently swinging by your side, nowhere to throw your nervous energy. A fond smile appeared at the corner of his plump lips.

Seokjin watched idly as the staff set up your group’s stage, half listening to the other member’s banter.

“She’ll do great,” Namjoon encouraged. Seokjin quickly looked over to Namjoon, a reassuring, dimpled smile letting him release the breath he was holding. Seokjin pressed his lips together and nodded slightly. The lights suddenly dimmed, and he hoped Namjoon couldn’t hear his heart hammering in his chest.

He watched as your group made their way across the stage and into their positions. Spotting you easily, pride blossomed in his chest and flourished up through his throat, the sudden urge to yell words of encouragement almost too difficult to push down.

You eyed the audience until your wide eyes found the striking blond of his hair, a small, barely noticeable smile at the edges of your lips, and you gave a short wave. It took everything in Seokjin not to return the small gesture.

Your performance started off without a hitch, hitting your notes while battling your nerves. You found the camera easily, showing off when it was your turn to shine. Seokjin sang along easily, letting out an embarrassed laugh when he turned slightly to see his head bobbing to the beat on one of the large screens from just a few seconds before.

All it took was a quick look away. A collective gasp from the audience had his head snapping to attention, eyes immidiately following your outline curled up on the stage floor, desperately holding onto your ankle. Your face contorted in pain and every atom in Seokjin’s body screamed for him to go to you, to carry you to a safe place and whisper words of comfort, to wipe away your tears.

He traced every move they made, multiple staff struggling to carry you off stage, your four other members crowding around you to help any way they could. Namjoon placed an arm around the back of Seokjin’s seat, a large hand coming to block his oncoming words from view.

“I know you want to go to her hyung, but you can’t. It’ll look way too suspicious.” He looked to him with apologetic eyes and squeezed his knee with a note of finality. A forced smile made it’s way to Seokjin’s features and nodded, not sure he trusted his voice enough to keep up appearances. He puffed out his cheeks and blew out air, if not for just something to do, to distract himself from thoughts about you. How much pain were you in? Did you wish he was there beside you to soothe away the disappointment that would inevitably come?

He ran a hand through his carefully styled locks and exhaled deeply. “I know,” he murmured, a careful expression set on his face as he watched the staff set up for the next set.

Yoongi (Suga)

Yoongi ran a hand through his sweat-stained hair, exhaling deeply. The new choreography wasn’t making sense no matter how many times they repeated it and he could already feel the ache of his muscles. He would have to work overtime with Hoseok to get this choreo to stick. Yoongi rolled his shoulders back and gently tossed his head from side to side, stretching the strained muscles.

Hoseok passed him a water bottle and downed half, glancing at the clock on the practice room wall and idly wondering what you were up to. He smiled shyly at the image of you that popped into his mind, your hand tucking your hair behind your ears and smiling at the ground.

“Mm, just a second,” Yoongi held up a hand to Hoseok who was closing his own water bottle and made his way over to his bag where he was keeping his phone.  He chuckled softly at the blinking light of new messages waiting for him, knowing you had probably sent encouraging texts like you always did when he was working on a new track or learning new choreography.

Clicking the home button, Yoongi’s brow furrowed when he was greeted with multiple missed calls and texts, all from your group members and even one from his manager. His heartbeat sped up as if he was still practicing as he skimmed through the phone calls and texts. He clicked on the most recent one, a text from your group leader, Hyerin:

Hey, Yoongi. This is Hyerin. (Y/N) had an accident and tripped over a wire during concert practice. She fell through one of the floor lifts and hurt her ankle and leg really bad. She keeps saying she’s fine, that you don’t need to worry. But I thought you should know. Call our manager’s cell when you can to check on her. I attached the number just in case you don’t have it.

Yoongi stood rooted to the floor, his back facing Hoseok and the rest of the practice room. He felt a hand on his shoulder and heard Hoseok mumble something that sounded like “Are you okay”, though the words were too far away for them to be from the man standing right beside him. Yoongi read the text over and over until he had every line memorized. How had this happened? Usually you were so careful; they had to be exaggerating. You were fine, and the girls were just naturally overly worried. Yoongi’s thoughts ran wild, the adrenaline running through his veins.

“I have to go,” he muttered. Yoongi quickly grabbed his things and shoved them back into his bag. He spoke quickly, not wanting to waste more time here than he already had. “I’ll be back late, tell Bang PD I’m headed out.” And with Hoseok staring at him, eyes full of concern, Yoongi rushed out the door.


Originally posted by junghoshikie

Hoseok (J-Hope)

Hoseok’s chest heaved, the adrenaline and sweat of performing still coursing through his veins. The crowds’ cheers still rang in his ears as he made his way into their changing room. He placed his in-ears on one of the makeup counters and took a seat on one of the couches in front of the monitor. Hoseok quickly pulled out his phone and pulled up his most recent texts, all from you sending love and words of encouragement just before their stage. This was the first time that you had been promoting at the same time but he wasn’t going to let it dishearten the tradition you two had set.

Hoseok quickly typed out cheers, most in the form of emoji’s, setting a bet of if either of them won, the winner would have to cook dinner for the other later on in the week. He hit send, pocketing his phone and gazed up at the screen, catching the tail-end of Bangtan’s performance.

Hoseok glanced over his shoulder, grinning when Jimin, Yoongi and Namjoon came over to watch the performances, squeezing onto the couch, Jungkook coming to lay across Yoongi and Hoseok’s lap.

Easy conversation filled the room, from Taehyung and Seokin’s impromptu dance battle to Namjoon trying to decipher the deeper meaning of a song a girl group on the monitor was performing. Hoseok watched as three staff members ran past the open door, but dismissed it, thinking nothing of it.

Hyung, shouldn’t (Y/N)’s group have performed by now?” Jungkook questioned, looking up from his spot still sprawled across his lap. The question had been biting in Hoseok’s mind, but he wouldn’t voice it to the other members. His lips pulled a deep set frown, eyes searching the monitor. In the corner of the left screen was a list of all the performances. He quickly scanned the list, worry clawing it’s way through his being when his eyes landed on the words next to your group’s name: Cancelled.

“Come on, guys. It’s time for the awards,” one of their manager’s came in through the open door, clapping his hands to get their attention. Jungkook rolled off of Hoseok’s lap and onto the floor, his breath escaping him in a loud grunt. But Hoseok remained seated, brows furrowed, mind racing with thoughts of you and what was happening. He felt the burning prickle of eyes on him and looked up to where his manager was standing by the door. He jerked his head in the direction of the hall, and Hoseok immediately stood, following him out into the empty hallway.

“There was an accident,” his manager started. Hoseok could feel the color drain from his face. “Some wires weren’t properly taped down and (Y/N) tripped over them. She sprained her ankle and had to be taken to the hospital for proper care.”

“Why wasn’t I told earlier?” Hoseok’s voice was deathly quiet, a harsh contrast to the rage that was boiling inside of him.

His manager sighed. “Hobi, you know you couldn’t have gone with her. That’s way too obvious.” Hoseok knew the consequences if his relationship became public, but it all seemed so small when it came to something like this.

“I need you to go get ready for the awards. And when youre out there, I need you to hold it together.” His manager patted him on the back and made his way back into the room, ushering the boys to go through makeup touch-ups quickly.

Hoseok went through makeup and wardrobe in a daze. His thoughts were only filled with you. He knew you would blame yourself for the performance being cancelled. He knew the furrow in your brow and the slight purse of your lips in disappointment when they told you, you wouldn’t be able to dance for at least 2 weeks. He knew you would push yourself to get back on your feet and reschedule the comeback.

“It’s my job as a leader.”

He could picture your determined set features easily, imagine the ups and downs of your voice, having heard this statements so many times before. A small, sad smile settled on his lips at the thought of you pushing yourself so much. He sighed, releasing all of his negative thoughts with the rush of air. He would help you recover, even if it meant forcing you to stay in bed all day. A genuine smile filled his lips, the image of your group members making you food and arguing with you that it wasn’t acceptable rest to dance on one foot filling his mind. Hoseok relaxed his shoulders, willing the stress of today away.


Originally posted by wrapmunster

Namjoon (Rap Monster)

The bitter cold nipped at Namjoon’s bare hands and cheeks as he stood, arms crossed on the side lines, waiting for your solo stage. He licked his dry, cracking lips and checked his watch for the third time. As if on cue, the intro music filled his ears, the soft, delightful sound of your humming making tiny mountains of goosebumps raise against his skin.

A tender smile settled across Namjoon’s face. It was just the intro and he was already smiling like the love-stricken fool he was. He placed his hand in one of his thick coat pockets and idly traced the outline of the velvet box there. He felt the nerves creep up from his chest spreading like wildfire through his limbs.

Namjoon watched with adoration as you graced the stage with your prescense, mic in hand, waving lovingly at the crowd. You glided across the stage, the train of your long, deep scarlet gown trailing behind you, heavy winter coat desperately trying to keep you warm. You easily found Namjoon towards the back left side of the crowd and shot him a knowing smile. Your eyes quickly flitted to the rest of the crowd, and a cocky smirk pushed it’s way to his features. You may flirt with the crowd but he knew you were completely and utterly his.

Your first couple of stages went off without a hitch, having performed your newest single that was quickly gaining popularity. You hit all the notes you had expressed concern about to Namjoon and was even so worried as to seek help from Jungkook. You easily riled up the crowd, though it may have just been you performing, your presence filled the entire stage so naturally.

During a quick five minute backdrop change and water break, you were simply chatting with the audience, telling a story about your parents you had revealed to Namjoon when you were just getting to know each other. He knew you told the story when you were particularly nervous, the memories of you and your parents holding hands and walking around the cherry blossom festival soothing your excited nerves.

Namjoon’s eyes shifted from your form to one of the staff members setting a camera cord down towards the front of the stage, without taping it down or having any regard for where you might walk. His eyes strained to make out the line of the cord, it’s placement. A slight nervous sweat broke out across his forehead and he rolled his shoulders back to soothe his worries. The staff was smarter than that. They wouldn’t put you in danger, no matter how small it was, he thought.

Namjoon’s worries only began to grow as your next song started playing, a hyped up pop song he had helped you and your producer in creating. It was one of your favorites, as you usually would just lose yourself in the song and the crowd would always sing along with you.

As the bridge approached, your favorite part because of the high note you were to hit, you walked up to the stage to fully interact with the audience. It felt like Namjoon had been thrown in ice water, watching you walk just past the cord, your heel barely touching it.

It was almost as if time had slowed and sped up at the same time, your singing barely registering in his ears as you swiftly turned on your heel too fast and tried making your way quickly back to the center of the stage, only for your foot to be caught up in the cord. Namjoon watched in horror as you crashed to the stage floor, hands desperately trying to catch yourself. Your mic rolled off stage with an echoed thud as stunned silence filled the outdoor venue.

Two staff members came rushing out to help you stand as you tried laughing off the embarrassment. You winced as you tried standing on your own, taking a tentative step back only for your ankle to give out under your weight, sending you clattering back down to the stage floor.

You looked out towards the crowd, panic filling your vision, eyes finnaly landing on Namjoon. Anger exploded in his chest, bitter rage furrowing his brows as he made his way along the side lines, carefully covering his face from the crowd with the hood of his coat. Someone would be losing their job tonight, he thought bitterly, as he made his way backstage, flashing his backstage pass at the door. That’s for sure.

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

Taehyung (V)

Taehyung’ chest heaved from the performance Bangtan had just finished as they made their way down the hall to the viewing room where they would view their performance and give their thoughts.

“V-ssi!”An unfamiliar voice rang through the long hallway. Taehyung turned around and stepped aside, letting all the boys pass as he waited for the man shouting his stage name.

As the man approached, he eyed the press badge hanging from his neck and sighed impatiently. “I’m sorry,” the deep timber of Taehyung’s voice echoed in the hall too loudly for his liking. “But I do not have time for a personal interview. If you would like one, please see my manager.” And without waiting for his response, Taehyung turned on his heel, and made for the room with the rest of his members. His eyes rested on Namjoon, who was already making his way to Taehyung, hands resting in his pockets.

“It wouldn’t be because of (Y/N)’s accident, would it, V-ssi?” the man called out no more than 10 steps away from Taehyung, but the words echoed noisily in his mind. Taehyung remembered the call he had gotten from your best friend that you had managed to fall off stage from a loose wire while performing with your group at the Gocheok Sky Dome during the last leg of your concert. The six foot fall had broken your ankle in 3 places, and had put your wrist in a sling. Taehyung knew you were clumsy but the carelessness of the staff had put him in an agitated mood, finding every available second to be with you at the hospital.

Taehyung snorted at the man’s words and turned abruptly, venom poised in his throat to kill, but a large hand landed on his shoulder, as Namjoon made his way past, easily carrying himself towards the man. Said press took one look at Namjoon and took an uneasy step back, his eyes darting between the two men.

Taehyung was unable to hear their hushed conversation over his thudding heartbeat, anger still coursing through his veins. He was sure whatever quiet but deadly threat Namjoon was uttering to the man would have him skittering away, tail tucked between his legs.

In the viewing room, Taehyung stood behind the couch, as off screen as he would be able to without looking too reluctant to participate. He just wasn’t in the mood to record, but would push it down for his fans.


Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jimin

A/N: (Y/G/N) = Your Group Name

Jimin bounced quietly on the balls of his feet, nerves on fire with anticipation. Normally he was comfortable performing on music shows, but this comeback was special. It was the first time he had a huge helping hand with the production and choreography of the song, and he wanted everything to be perfect. And it fell perfectly in time with your group comeback. Though your interactions were kept very limited, you still managed some time together, even if it was only five precious minutes.

Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle lowly and bite his lip at how shy you had been with him earlier. Your group was coming back with a sexy concept, something you were far from used to, and the outfit was more suggestive than you would like. He smiled at how you squirmed under his gaze, biting your lip and nervously tucking your styled hair behind your ear. Jimin took off his leather jacket, and gently placed it around your bare shoulders, an adoring smile aimed at you when heat flushed up your neck and to your face, pulling the jacket around you closer, his heady cologne soothing your screaming nerves.

Taehyung and Jungguk came up behind, laughing at something that had been said just out of earshot and Jungguk placed a hand on Jimin’s waist, tugging him close. Jimin smiled at the action, and glanced back at the two boys, mischief filling their eyes. Jimin snorted and rolled his eyes, looking back to the stage where staff was setting up your group’s comeback stage.

“I heard (Y/N)’s group is doing a sexy concept,” Taehyung grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at Jimin. Jungguk giggled and scrunched his nose at Taehyung.

“Shut up, Tae,” Jimin smiled, lightly punching him in the stomach. Taehyung doubled over in exaggerated pain, holding onto Jungguk’s forearm for support.

“(Y/G/N) on in 60 seconds,” a staff member called over the intercom and Jimin smiled as he heard screams and cheers from the audience. Pride flowed through his chest and he couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his plump lips.

“Come on, lover boy. We should move before someone sees you,” Jungguk joked, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the small, dark hallway where the rest of the members were waiting.

Jimin pulled away, a shy smile spreading across his face. “It’s okay, I’ll just watch from here. I can’t be seen, I’m sure.”

Jungguk pursed his lips and shrugged, turning to meet with the rest of the members. Jimin turned around just in time to see your group take their places on the stools that was part of your routine. As the lights dimmed, the crowed erupted in cheers and whistles. He found you easily, hair almost as bright as his, long and flowing to your mid back, well past the crop top that showed your toned stomach from long nights in the practice room, a shy smile gracing your brightly colored lips.

Jimin found himself entranced, only able to follow your form along the stage, surprised when he realized your song was almost over. “Jimin-ah, come on. Bangtan’s up next,” a stylist called. Jimin sighed and took one last look at your form on stage, confindently striding towards a stool.

Jimin turned to walk away, but the sound of the crowd’s gasps caught his attention. His attention snapped to the stage, immediately finding your form on the ground behind the stool your were heading towards just only seconds before. His brow knitted in confusion, wondering how you had tripped when his eyes caught sight of the loose cord laying across the stage, near where your stool had been.

It took every careful ounce of self control Jimin had learned over the years to not rush out to you onstage and take you into his safe arms. His fists tightened at the sight of you holding your ankle, the immediate swelling noticeable even from where Jimin was.

“Come on.” Jimin felt Namjoon’s firm grip on his arm, gently pulling him away, the last thing Jimin was able to see was your members carrying you off stage in the opposite direction he was. Jimin turned to Namjoon, his pleading eyes searching Namjoon’s careful one. “I know everything in you is screaming to go to her, Jimin-ah. But it would be too suspicious if you’re not on stage with us.”

Jimin looked down at the ground, searching for the restraint he would need to not just abandon the performance and go to you. He knew this performance would be a big one for the group, and exhaled, the only comfort in knowing that you were in good hands with your members and staff.


Originally posted by sugutie

Jungguk (Jungkook)

Jungguk bounced excitedly, barely able to keep still with the nervous energy in the air. He adjusted his black face mask and pulled his gray hoodie over his head as people started cramming their way to the front of the stage. Jungguk was never one for crowds, especially in such a small club as this, but you had begged him to one of your performances. And with a small break in his schedule, he was finally able to oblige.

The lights dimmed, signaling the beginning of the show and a giddy smiled brightened his face. The announcer moved from behind the curtains, and settled himself in the middle of the stage. He began riling up the crowd, announcing who was performing with flourish, and what the top prizes would be. The crowd roared and whistled when your name was called and Jungguk’s eyes widened in surprised at how much you were loved. Sure, you had told him how much you loved performing and couldn’t count how many times you had done it now, but he wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction.

Jungguk bit his lip and smiled in anticipation at seeing you on stage, basking in the roar of the audience. He understood the feeling well. It was almost like a drug how addicting it was, to have people screaming your name, to take pride in your work and be returned with such unadulterated love.

Other contestants performed, some doing well, others being outright booed off stage, their nerves getting the best of them. As the next to last person ran off stage, a teenage boy who attempted a rap by Agust D and had been screamed at to get off stage, the announcer happily called out your name into the mic, the crowd once again gaining volume, whistles and cheers erupting from all over.

You peeked your head out from behind the curtain, the crowd screaming louder, if possible, and you smiled and winked towards the audience. You easily walked over to the mic, adjusting the stand to your height, and looked up to the dj, sporting an “ok” hand sign.

The melody began, your usual hip hop base traded for a slower guitar tune that Jungguk recognized as Taeyeon’s “Fine” that had recently been released. His eyebrows raised in surprise; the only time he heard you sing was in the shower as he would always hum along. Jungguk smiled easily as you confidently sang the verse and build, eyeing the crowd for their reaction.

Jungguk beamed with pride as you belted out the chorus with practiced precision, the crowd cheering and clapping in response to your beautiful voice. Jungguk pulled his facemask to rest just under his chin and joined the crowed in cheering, whistling as loud as he could. You locked eyes with him, and smiled warmly, winking at him.

Coming to the end of the chorus, the performance was cut short by an opened water bottle that was flung up towards the stage, water flying all over the stage, narrowly missing your face. Your immediate reaction was to flinch away from the unexdpected intrusion of your personal space, causing you to stumble backwards, foot becoming caught up in the cord of the mic and slipping in a small puddle of water, sending you tumbling down to the stage, ankle landing in an almost unnatural way.

Rage boiled within Jungguk’s chest, heady and hot, threatening to shatter the thin façade he was maintaining. Namjoon had warned him before he left to stay low, to not make himself known. But one look at you on stage as you winced at the pain shooting up from your ankle to your knee, causing unexpected to tears to spring from your eyes had him roughly pulling up his mask and hood, pushing through the crowd to make his way backstage.

You tenderly grabbed at your now swelling ankle, and looked out towards the direction the water bottle came from. Jungguk followed your gaze to the teenage boy who had been booed off stage just before you, being carried off by two bouncers.

Jungguk swore under his breath, taking off after them. barely catching up with the bouncers before they threw the boy out the door. He pulled on the boys hood roughly, stealing him from the grasps of the bouncers. The teengager quickly spun around, caught off guard by the unexpected force, and Jungguk hastily landed one good punch in the side of his cheek before the bouncers flung him out the now open door.

The two bouncers eyed Jungguk, recognition filling them, as his hood had fallen down and mask halfway down his chin. They glanced at each other, unspoken words passing between them. Jungguk’s chest heaved fro exertion, hair askew.

“Don’t let it happen again, Jungguk-ssi,” one of the bouncer’s deep voice sounded too loud in the small hallway. Jungguk replaced his hood over his head and fixed his mask, bowing slightly to the bouncers, a barely heard “Thanks,” leaving his lips before he turned on his heel, and down towards the backstage door where he was sure you would be.

MONSTER (Bellamy Blake x Reader) 

Request: can u do one about how bellamy thinks he’s a monster and blames himself for everything thats gone wrong in s1 like atoms death etc 

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You can see him. His back faces you as he stares at the lake before him. Bellamy watches the small waves crash onto the shore one by one. He doesn’t even hear you approaching.

“Bellamy…” You place your hand on his back and he doesn’t move a muscle, almost as if you’re not even there. “Please look at me, Bell.” It’s been a while since you used his nickname. Well, it’s been a while since you’ve both talked. Landing on the ground was a challenge but it was nothing compared to what you’re all facing now. The fact that you and Bellamy are drifting from being so close is scary but it also seems normal. Bellamy turns to you instantly.

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Fandom Fic Rec Days

To celebrate the Fandom Fic Rec Days on 10th,11th and 12th(see this), I’ve decided to create my own Adlock Fic Rec.Well I’m not exactly new to Sherlock fandom and adlock yatch in general.But I’m not a veteran either,since I’ve only been in this fandom for a year (since february 2015).Tbh,I’ve been a professional shipper for 4 years in other fandoms,I’m also a fanfic enthusiast.I have to admit,Adlock is one of the ship that has some of the greatest fics that I’ve ever had a chance to read in my fangirl life and some of the best fanfic authors I’ve ever seen.Without further ado,I would like to introduce to my fellow adlockers my Adlock Ficrec

***Warning:this list is based on my personal preference,so there will be a few that are left out.I call this list my adlock fic recommendation.Feel free to add your own favorite ones!


1.There are authors who frequently write about adlock,whether they write ficlets,drabbles or a whole series with the length of a real-life book series.To start,here is authors of adlock ficlets and short fics that I like: @ebdaydreamer, @randombiochemist @sorrowsflower(queen of short fics imo) @i-am-adlocked lyrangalia @throughtheparadox @captnandycalavera (if you want fluff and romantic,sweet adlock) and Del(goddessdel) (if you want to read smut)

2.Must read: The first thing I do when I enter a new ship is search for fanfics about them on ao3 and fanfiction.net.And this list contains fics which I highly recommend you to check out if you’re new to the yacht:

  • Neither A Soldier Nor A Gentleman by  Francesca_Wayland:The very first adlock fic that I read.A closer look at what happened after Sherlock’s rescue in Karachi and what followed.(you can check out the sequel Sui Generis and other fics written by her)
  • Come Attrition,Come Hell by @tales-of-inkinc:Sad,angsty,melancholy,might leave you heartbroken but just read this!It’s worth all the pain if you want to explore this side of their relationship
  • The Price Of Retrouvailles by @akajustmerry:If you want an in -character expression of love and and tenderness between our favorite geniuses and a good mystery then this fic is what you need.
  • What He Likes and sequel The Way the Heavens Go by solojones:Sherlock’s struggle with drug habit through the eyes of Irene.Very detailed and well written but unfortunately,the author haven’t update the sequel for a long time :(
  • The W Hypothesis by @elinorx :I admit,for a historical romance trash like me,this fic is like a dream comes true.I mean,adlock+victorian era+badass female characters+a thrilling case that contains layers of dark secrets?Count me in!And the narrative is so addictive,intriguing,seductive with the secretive and tragic air will leave you wanting for more!
  • Death Takes A Holiday series by @lyrangalia:What happened if Sherlock and Irene met during the two-year-hiatus? A holiday with blood,sex,violence,BDSM mixes with heavy sentiments,lies and constant deny of feelings.A memorable holiday that change both of it participants forever.Super long but extremely satisfying
  • A Very Different Level by SorrowsFlower:A seriesby @sorrowsflower-queen of short fics :) Update when the inspiration hit.For more adlock content,check out her tumblr.

And finally,I give you my no.1 adlock series:Sherlock & The Woman with its sequel The Good,The Bad and The Woman by Ibaraz:When I first came to Adlock yacht,I only looked for their fics on ao3,but due to the limited number of adlock fics on the site,I move to ff.net for more,That’s how I discovered these gems.The first time I read the fics,I was impressed because of how Sherlock-y the narrative was,but back then I kind of didn’t like the way the author wrote Irene.I’m sure some of you would have the same thought like me when you read the 2 fics the first time.But wait!Let me tell you this:we barely know anything about her,are you sure this Irene is OOC? Well to me after at least 10 times re read these two,I can say Irene Adler of this fic is absolutely my favorite.I mean,the reason this series is a true masterpiece to me is not just in the way each chapters is like a Sherlock episode itself (the clever and thrilling plot,smart dialogues,the way the characters act stay so true to their canon versions) but how the author has created,portrayed and explored the love-hate relationship between Sherlock and Irene in a way that will leave you stunned.Ibaraz has describe Sherlock and Irene’s relationship especially with all the odds and heartbroken aspects.With the minimum amount of romantic scenes but maximum the feelings and heartfelt meaning in each line of dialogues,not to mention a tons of well set up details that when everything is uncover is will make you surprise.And last but not least:This series is so so angsty and painful and so so sad that It’s so good.Each time I read It’s each time I discover some new layers behind all the beautifully written words.The emotions hit me everytime.I have like TOO many thing to say about this series but It’s best if you go and read it yourself (maybe I’ll have a post only for this one hell of a fanfic series).Seriously,this series deserves more attention and mentioning from the yacht! (and I’m shamelessly promoting it right now) 

Side notes:she is writing the third part of the series:  A Tale of Three Brothers and The Woman


3.Other mentions:

*ASiB/post ASiB/Hiatus fics


*S3/post S3/canon divergence 

The Empty Hearse and sequel The Sign of Three

For you and for myself and sequel Il M'a Dit, Elle M'a Dit

This is Not a Safe House, Part III

Ships in Glass Bottles

The Conundrum between Fire and Ice (WIP)

A Very Affirming Relationship

 In the Morning Sun

Nero Wolfe Series

*AU fics

A Scandal in Hogwarts (Harry Potter crossover) (WIP)

The caretaker (WIP)

The Broken Tango

Philophobia

Here Be Dragons (in-hiatus)

How could I forget?

Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: Smut, nsfw, Dom!Bellamy, Sub!Reader, outdoor sex, fingering, oral, minor torture, injuries, cussing, Bellamy fluff

Request:
blu3tid3s- Hello lovely! I was wondering if I could get a romantic!smut Bellamy x reader imagine? One where (Y/N) thought she and Bell would get another chance down on earth. Where they wouldn’t have to worry about the chancellor or the rules, but on earth it became the Bellamy show. (Y/n) was suddenly forgotten to him, it seemed. They get into a fight and (Y/N) tells Bell how it seems like she isn’t important anymore, that she doesn’t matter and Bell makes it his mission to prove to her that she’s wrong. Things get heated from there.

Well, here you go I guess. Sorry it took me so long, but it is quite a long fic. I am still trash and this gets hella smutty in the end, so enjoy! 😄

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“Prisoner 2-1-8, face the wall.” You do as Shumway says. “What’s going on?” You ask, clenching your fists. “Quiet! Hold out your right arm.” This command coming from the guard with the riot helmet. You turn around to see a box lined with heavy, metallic wristbands.

“No, Mr. Shumway, I-I don’t turn eighteen for another week!” You try to explain as the other man grabs your arm. Placing the wristband on you. It hurts like a son of a-.

They start dragging you down the halls. You see only a few other prisoners being dragged off. The rest of the cells are empty.

“Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” Shumway and the guard with the riot helmet pulled you forward, moving even faster to the dropship.

“Where are you taking me?” The urgency in your voice only gets you an eye roll and another jank forward. You start to lean against them once you feel a prick in your side. The masked guard’s tranquilizer gun has gone off against your ribs. The last thing you hear before blacking out is a familiar voice, saying: “It’s gonna be ok, Y/n. I’m right here with you…”

A single thought echoes through your mind- He’s here…Bellamy.

***

You wake up to the sound of loud buzzing and metal clanking. You’re strapped into place. There’s people all around you, prisoners.

Soon enough the whole dropship shakes violently. A few girls scream beside you. “That was the atmosphere.” You hear a guy explain. The tv screens turn wavy and gray before a familiar face appears. Chancellor Thelonius Jaha.

“Prisoners of the Ark, hear me now. You’ve been given a second chance.” His voice seems awfully calm, enough that it kinda makes you want to rip off his head. You wrap your fingers around the seat straps. “And as your Chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for all of us. Indeed for mankind itself.” Is he really talking about…the ground?

“We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds of survival were better, we would’ve sent others. Frankly, we’re sending you because your crimes have made you expendable.”

Expendable! Expendable? He kept talking but listening to this crap would’ve made you even angrier and more confused than you already were. You were grinding your teeth and clenching your fists. Barely even noticing anything that Jaha was saying. Something about Mount Weather, supplies, other things about getting your records wiped clean. All most definitely bullshit.

You see one of the boys float past you. Yes, float. He’s mid air. Doing flips and grinning. “Whoo! Yeah! Spacewalker strikes again!” Nearly everyone around you is cheering for the idiot that unstrapped himself from his seat. He’s conversing with two of the more ‘elite’ prisoners. A blond girl, you presume that’s Clarke, a council member’s daughter. And a black guy, Wells Jaha. He himself had never done anything to you. You’d barely even talked. But everything his father had done made you despise him. That may be unfair, but it is true.

More idiots start leaving their seats. Doing everything in their power to well…resist the power. To resist Clarke, whose voice sounds pathetic now, trying to get everyone back in line.

Suddenly, metal clanks, people fly against the floor and walls of the dropship, everyone screams and shrieks, sparks fly and smoke arises from the broken pipes. Everyone is freaking out. It must’ve been the parachutes, you presume. Atleast they deployed. You feel another kick. The rockets. It takes only a minute for the machines to dial down.

“Listen. No machine hum.” A kid states close by. That’s a first. It’s all…quiet. For a moment there is just, deafening silence. That is until everyone starts unbuckling their seatbelts. Clarke rushes to the idiot pancakes, who no longer seem to be breathing. Everyone else heads to the lower level. To the door.

“Back it up guys!” -Bellamy. He is here. You’d almost forgotten hearing his raspy voice. He argues with Clarke about opening the door. At some point Octavia shows up, hugging Bellamy. She’s really grown since you last saw her. You never even knew she existed until the day they’d dragged her off to the Sky Box. Bellamy was a mess after that, but no matter what, you’d always stood by his side.

The people start pointing at her, calling her the girl under the floor. Bellamy has to hold her back so she doesn’t attack anyone. He suggests that she should be the first one on the ground in a hundred years. Bellamy pulls the lever and the dropship door lowers.

An almost blinding light hits your eyes. You’re standing behind a lot of people, hoping not to be noticed.

“We’re back, bitches!” Octavia yells as she steps on the ground. Everyone runs out of the dropship, cheering. You follow the masses.

Your mind is wiped clean as the fresh air brushes against your face. It smells, sweet. For the first time, your surroundings have a life of their own. Everything’s colorful. Filled with the most beautiful shades of green. There’s bushes and trees all over. The sun has never seemed more beautiful, never been warmer. The sky is a bright blue, instead of the harsh black you’d only ever seen before. It’s breathtaking. The ground has give, it seems soft under your boots, unlike the cold floors back on the Ark.

“Y/n!?” You turn around to see him. Bellamy slowly comes closer to you. “Oh god, it’s so good to see you, Y/n!” He picks you up, wrapping you in his warm embrace. You hug him back, barely believing that this isn’t all just an illusion. You’re on the ground, you’re free, you’re with him. This only ever happened in your best dreams.

“I missed you so much…” Your voice sounds as a weak whimper against his shoulder. You won’t let yourself cry in front of all these people, though you wanted to. “I missed you too, Babe. So much.” He whispers in your hair. “I need to get a few things sorted, I’ll be right back.” He pecks you on the lips and turns around, jogging towards a group of guys. As much as it confuses you, as much as you want him to stay right there and drag this moment out forever, you understand. He knows what he’s doing, this is for the best.

***

It’s been a week. Bellamy has taken complete control over the camp. They’re building a wall to keep out the grounders. They had Jasper, one of the kids who had gone out to try and bring food back from Mount Weather. You had mostly been on food duty, though Bellamy rarely let you leave his sight.

He was always around, but never completely there. You two shared a tent, but rarely ever spent time there together. You understood that Bellamy felt like he was the only one who could handle things around camp. That he felt like he needed to be available for assistance 24 hours a day.

That hadn’t made him very available for you. Even his kisses seemed distant, urgent. As if he would rather be somewhere else.

You were half way to downing another cup of Monty’s moonshine. It tasted like crap, but it got the job done. You’re glaring at the back of Bellamy’s neck from a distance. Hoping not to be seen but not really caring.

“Hey, Y/n, right?” Octavia walks up from behind you having also finished her chores for the day. “Uh, yeah. Would you like to sit down?” You scoot over as she accepts your offer. “So I heard that you’re still dating my brother. Is that correct?” She gives you an innocent look, yet you can’t help but have to think longer about your answer. “Actually, um. I’m not so sure anymore.” You glance back at Bellamy. It might be the alcohol but you almost feel like bursting out in tears.

“What does that mean?” You look back at her confused stare. “Well, you know how he is. How he has to be in charge. I mean…he barely has time to look at me.” She grins a bit. “Is that why you’re staring?” You look back at the ground, blushing a little, slightly ashamed.

“Ok, Y/n. Trust me when I say this.” You look up at her calm features again. “You have nothing to worry about. I know he’s been busy but that’s just how he is. I mean, the way he used to talk about you back on the Ark. How much he missed you when you got locked up. Have you seen the way he looks at you? Like you’re an ocean and he is just so desperate to drown. I wish I had something like that.”

She looks back at the rest of the workers, taking a sip of your stolen moonshine. You can’t help but remain doubtful, yet another drop of hope, has been poured into your mind.

***

“No! Let-let go of me! Help! Please don’t do this!” Murphy and Atom were keeping your face above a lit fire. The smoke stinging your eyes, tears streaming down your face. The stink in your lungs making breathing difficult even without Murphy’s hold on your throat. Your squirming and kicking seemingly useless.

“Hold her still! Keep her quiet!” They yell other such commands to each-other. “Even Bellamy’s little princess shouldn’t be above our rules here now should she?” You can feel Murphy and Atom both grinning behind you. They must feel so powerful, so proud. You on the other hand have never felt weaker. You can’t even scream now, the ash is coating your throat with a thick, sore layer.

**

“You don’t even care do you?” You keep limping away from him. Leaning against every tree that comes your way. “What are you even talking about, Y/n?” “You! Ever since we got here it’s like everyone is starring in your own fucking Bellamy show, and the star of the night is always you! They all do what you want!” You yell, only facing him for a second before continuing your rather pathetic attempt of getting away.

“Have you lost your damn mind? Just come back inside the gate, Y/n. We’ll talk about this when you’ve calmed down.” You keep walking and he grabs your elbow. You turn around furiously, too weak to rip your arm out of his grip, so you just stare at him angrily.

“Look, what Murphy and Atom did to you…they had no right, and they are going to pay as soon as we get back. But we do have to go back.” You shake your head in disbelief. “You can go. There’s nothing for me back there.” He grabs your shoulders before you can turn back around. He looks at you, confused. His eyebrows drawn together. “You have me. You know that.”

“Do I? Cause, you’re never around. We barely talk. You never ask me about anything, you keep secrets. And after all that…maybe it was even you that told them to rip off my wristband like that. And even better- to make it believable.” You feel a tear escaping your eye. You lower your head in defeat. Eyes drifting away from his to once again hide the pain you’d hidden from him so far.

He wipes the tear off your flushed cheek with his thumb, gently tugging your jaw upwards. Forcing you to face him. “I don’t know what to say.” You can see the hurt in his eyes. “Can we please just…not say anything?” There’s no more tears. You feel empty. You’d finally gotten everything off your chest. Though that had probably only made him feel worse. Now you just wanted to make things better.

He seemed to be analyzing your every feature. Every slightest bit of movement. After a while of following his eyes you break the silence. “Can we just, pretend this…never happened. Just- go back to camp or something.” He doesn’t seem to notice how uncomfortable you’re feeling under his peering eyes.

After another moment of silence, he places a hand behind your head, lightly pulling you closer. Your lips seal and a warmth washes over you. All your worries seem to fade. He often had that affect on you.

With a slight lick over your lips you part your mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss. His hand starts sliding up your side, giving you a gentle squeeze on the ribs below your breast. You start to loosen up. Your body seems to be melting toward his. He pulls away from the kiss to look into your eyes. “What?” You ask him, feeling as if there is something wrong. “I love you, Y/n. And I’m gonna make sure you remember that.” He says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What are you talking ab- oh!” You quickly grab onto the back of his head as he starts kissing your neck. Even more passionately than the kisses before. He sucks and tugs at the sensitive skin leaving marks on your complexion, meanwhile tightening his grip on your hips. You throw back your head and close your eyes. The sensations almost overwhelming. It had been months since the last time you’d had sex. You had been praying for this moment for what seems like eternity.

He grabs ur ass and the back of your thighs, lifting you up against a nearby tree. The bark scrapes through your thin shirt, but that somehow turns you on even more. His kisses trail higher now across your chin. He lifts your arms and only lifts his lips to remove your shirt and his. He tosses them to the side and lands his kisses back on your lips.

He’s pulling you unbelievably close, both of you trying to tear off the other’s clothes as fast as possible. His lips trace down your neck, grabbing your breasts and kneading them. He lets you back onto your feet, leading his kisses between your breasts. He reaches his hand around you to swiftly remove your bra, letting it drop to the forest floor. He laps around your nipples, your hands digging into the bark of the tree, trying hard to find some steady ground.

His kisses trail lower. He hastily rips off your pants, leaving you in just your panties. He slips his fingers to your core, simply lifting the light fabric aside. “So wet for me already. It’s been a long time coming, but I’m gonna make it up to you.” You open your eyes to see him staring at yours intently, kneeling down in front of you. He’s not gonna tease you, not this time. This time he’s gonna give it to you just like you need him to.

He rubs his thumb in tiny circles around your clit. Sending vibrations and waves of pleasure cursing through you. He then licks over his lips as he slides two fingers into you. “Oh, God!” You yelp, grabbing the firm muscles on his arm. He smirks at you. “That’s ok but, most people call me Bellamy.” In normal circumstances you would laugh at that, but this wasn’t by far normal circumstances. He started moving his fingers as soon as you loosened your grip on his arm, moving expertly against your g-spot. He starts kissing your abdomen slowly, letting his breath send shivers across your skin.

You can’t help but let the moans escape your throat and let your hand run through and grab onto his soft hair. “You gonna come for me, baby? It’s ok, just let go.” His words are the last thing you need to push you over the edge, squirming and shaking, him holding your hips still with his free hand. “Oh fuck! Bell-oh my-god.” He slows down his actions, letting you come down from your high. He closes his eyes and licks his fingers, letting out a low moan of satisfaction. “Mmh.. Still taste so good. Still so tight.”

You pull him up to his feet kissing him passionately, tasting yourself on his tongue. He wasn’t lying, you did taste good. You both start wrapping around each other, kissing like two long lost lovers, as you were. You sneak your hand down his bare chest, working slowly at the buckle and zipper. He lifts himself away from you, letting you pull off his pants and underwear, his erection springing free. Precum dripping from his slit.

You trail down your hisses as he settles in. One hand leaning against the thick tree behind you and the other holding a handful of your hair. Closely eyeing every single movement. You start rubbing your hand up and down his shaft, earning a moan and a little squeeze of your hair. You circle your tongue around his tip ever so lightly as he lets out a shaky breath. He has been missing this just as much as you have.

You lap up all the precum in your way before sucking at his tip, going deeper with each thrust of your hand. He’s now edging you to quicken the pace, letting his head fall back a couple times, body still slightly slouched over you. You cradle his balls with your other hand, gently massaging at the sensitive skin between your fingers.

Soon enough you’re pulled to a halt, as he pulls you up on your feet and rips off your underwear. “Hey! I liked those!” You whine playfully. “You’re gonna like this even more.” He practically growls out his words, grabbing one of your feet to wrap it around his waist, holding it still and trusting himself into you. You gasp, pulling tightly at his skin. He lifts your arms up with his other hand. “I’m gonna keep these there ok?” You swallow and nod. Begging for friction where you need it most. Luckily Bellamy is one to oblige.

He starts thrusting in to you. Both of you glaring at the sweat dripping down your skins. It’s a hot day outside, but this is way hotter. You’re both grunting and moaning. Swearing and calling out to god. Each other’s names constantly filling the thick air between you. You can feel your abdomen starting to knot up, your back arching to meet Bellamy’s tightened abs. “Come on, baby. Let go for me. I’m right behind you.” Not long after that you can feel your body pulsating with pleasure, pushing your body in all directions, your pussy tightening around his cock. Soon after you can feel Bellamy’s rhythm starting to fade as his hot fluids run down your thighs. Both panting and smiling like idiots. If there were any animals around, they’d all been scared off by your loud moans and shouts.

He slides out from between your folds and lets go of your leg, also releasing your slightly reddened hands and giving them a loving kiss. “Sorry about that, I got a bit carried away.” He says looking in your eyes with furrowed brows. “Don’t apologize. You did what you said you were gonna do. You made it up to me, big time.” “But you have to promise me you’ll remember that I’ll always loved you like this.” You lift up his chin to face you. “How could I forget?” He gives you that adorable puppy looking smile and kisses you again, this time not with an animalistic passion, but with true and unfaded love. There’s no doubt in your mind. You are his, as he is yours.

Strong Princess //Bellamy Blake imagine//

Request: Hi! Can you do a Bellamy Blake imagine, where (Y/N) used to be Atom girlfriend, but he cheated on her with Octavia, so she’s been down and Bellamy offers to help?

Requested by: anonymous

Warnings: swears…

A/n: sorry this took so long!! Hope you like it!

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“Atom,” You called as you climbed the small hill that led to the special spot you and your boyfriend Atom shared. You had found it the first day the drop ship had landed on Earth and it was the only space you could really be together. But as you reached the top of the hill, all the words left you and your spirits fell. Atom sat on the moss covered rock, his arms wrapped tightly around none other than Octavia Blake’s waist as she sat on his knee.

“Y/n,” Atom said quickly as Octavia stood up, a devilish look on her face. “I can explain thi-”

“What the hell Atom….what is there to explain!? I think this is pretty self explanatory!” You shouted, all your words coming back to you at once.

“Yeah..” Octavia said with a sly smirk. “There’s nothing else to explain.”

“No, Y/n, please hear me out?” Atom tried as he stood up and started walking towards you, reaching a hand out to you.”

“Don’t touch me,” You spat as you stepped back. “How could you Atom.” You held back the tears you so badly wished to shed. “Fuck you. Fuck both of you.” With that, you turned on your heels and ran back towards camp.

“Let her go Atom,” You heard Octavia say. “You don’t need her anyway.”

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The days seemed to go on forever, each one stretching out longer than the one before as the pain of Atom’s absence leaked into your soul. You hadn’t gone a day without damp cheeks and a weakened stature had replaced your confident stance. You spent most of the sunshine filled days inside your tent, staring at your hands wondering where you had gone wrong. Why weren’t you good enough for him? Where could you have fixed things.

Your head turned against you, turning each scenario and idea into a reason your existence was irrelevant to not only Atom, but everyone else. How could you get anyone but Atom. Who else would be able to love you the way he did? Would you ever find love again and how could you keep it from turning out the same way it did with Atom.

Five days you stayed hidden away in your tent, only making an appearance for meals and to use the restroom. You avoided interactions and any time you heard Atom’s voice or the mention of his name, you would bury your head in your pillow to muffle your sobs.

It was the sixth day your savior finally appeared.

“Y/n?” The low, husky voice of none other than Bellamy Blake rang through your tent. You turned your head to the entrance of your tent where Bellamy’s head stuck through the zipper, his eyes wide and concerned. “Can I come in?”

You bit the Inside of your cheek, debating whether or not to let him in, but you deliberately nodded your head, wiping the back of your hand across your damp cheeks.

Bellamy moved gracefully into the tent and sat himself down across from you, folding his hands neatly in his lap as he looked at you. His eyes were soft. Softer than you had ever seen them. They offered comfort and displayed his concern and you felt better just looking at him.

“I think you know why i’m here.” Bellamy said softly.

Your eyes fell to the ground as you nodded slowly. “I just don’t know how I can go back to work when I see him around everywhere. He cheated on me Bellamy…that hurts..” your voice trembled just enough to express the pain you were experiencing and you felt Bellamy’s sympathetic eyes bore into your head.

“I can’t pretend to know how it feels but I believe you. I am really sorry about what happened but you’re never going to get over him if you waste the days inside your tent sulking over the fact that he isn’t yours anymore.” Bellamy shrugged and you sniffled, holding back the river of tears that so violently urged to be released.

“It’s not just that he’s not mine anymore though,” you raised your head and looked right into his eyes, the tears making their way down your cheeks where they apparently longed to be. “It’s about me. Why did he cheat on me? Why wasn’t I good enough for him? What did I do to make him fall for someone else?”

Bellamy’s entire body seemed to soften as he looked at you, broken and hurting. He looked at you with nothing but sympathy and when he took your hand in his own, his touch was soft and comforting.

“You’re looking at all of this completely backwards Y/n. You’re only looking at how this is your fault when it’s actually more of his fault.”

“How?” You croaked, trying your hardest to keep your voice from breaking but failing miserably.

“Think about what he lost. Think about how his desires cost him one of the most valuable and precious things in this entire camp. He lost you.” Bellamy lifted his hand to your cheek, his dark but comforting eyes never once leaving your own.

“He lost someone who cared for him with all of her heart. He lost someone who was willing to swim oceans for him. He lost someone with more spirit and a heart as pure and caring than anyone I’ve ever known. The most the most beautiful girl, inside and out and for that, he should be the one wondering where he went wrong.” Bellamy smiled slightly which made you blush.

“You really think so?” You asked softly, wiping your eye and sniffling softly.

“Think so? I know so.”

You smiled, a pink tinge decorating your cheeks as you dropped your gaze to the floor again.

“Now how about we go and get you some food, then we can see if you’re up for some work.” Bellamy got to his feet and offered you his hand which you gladly took. He pulled you to your feet and you exited your tent together.

The sunlight hurt your eyes but you refused to let it bother you. From across the camp you saw Atom, his arm wrapped tightly around Octavia’s waist but at the moment it didn’t even seem to bother you. As long as you were next to Bellamy, you felt invincible. You took a deep breath before looking up at Bellamy who was already looking at you, a small smile on his face.

“Strong princess. Now let’s get some food.”

Survival 101: Mercy (Part 6)

Pairings: Bellamy / Reader

Warnings: Death, Violence, Swearing, Nightmares

AN: I love this chapter, or I love the interaction between Y/N and Bellamy. We are finally making progress in their relationship which I know has been going slowly. I just don’t feel like its realistic to make them instantly love each other. Especially as they are very different personalities. 

Hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 

Survival 101: Part one
Survival 101: Part two
Survival 101: Part three
Survival 101: Part four
Survival 101: Part five

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There wasn’t a whole lot to do in a wet, dark cave that you were trapped in indefinitely meaning out of boredom you had actually somehow managed to fall asleep.

You awoke suddenly, jerking upright clutching your chest with sweat beading on your forehead and breaking out over the skin of your arms and legs. Your t-shirt was sticking to your body and your jacket which you’d been using as a sheet was tangled around you. The panic from the nightmare was clinging to your mind as without thinking you ripped the jacket from your body scrambling to the side of the cave and clutching at the wall breathing hard.

“Y/N?” Bellamy’s hand came down on your shoulder and you jerked, twisting in his grip to plaster yourself against the wall fighting down the panic from his touch.

“Don’t” you warned as he reached for you once more. “Just don’t touch me for a minute”

You were well aware of how your panic induced nightmares worked and for at least the next couple of minutes touch was only going to remind you of just why you were so worked up.

Bellamy thankfully listened to you dropping his hands to his side looking at you in concern. “You alright?”

“Do I look alright” you snapped, then regretted it. He was only trying to help he actually looked truly concerned about you. “It’s just a nightmare” you said softly. “I’ll be alright again in a moment” it was the truth, you would be alright again very soon. Would have packaged the monsters of your mind back into the cell and you would function again as a human.

You slid down the wall of the cave sitting on the floor there with your forehead resting on your knees. You heard Bellamy sit beside you, close but not close enough to touch you.

“Just tell me when it’s over alright?” He put his hand palm upwards on the floor and then sat, silently waiting.

It took less time than usual for you to hide your demons once more, to squash them into silence. You didn’t want to admit to yourself though that the cause of that might be because of the man sat next to you so instead you stayed silent.

Hesitantly you reached out and put your hand on top of his own, his fingers linked with your own. Warmth flooded your system as you stared at your hands clasped together.

“The first time I ever saw Octavia properly I’d had a nightmare one night” you offered “I must have been screaming and she forced open the panel between our rooms. She sat much like you just did with her hand out and when I’d calmed down enough she silently held my hand until the sun came up once more”

Bellamy smiled. “I used to do that with her sometimes. When she couldn’t be under the floor anymore. We’d sit and watch the sun come back into view”

You finally looked back into his face “I guess I owe you more of a thank you than I thought”

“You don’t need to thank me Y/N” he insisted “I know what it’s like to have nightmares. To have demons that you can’t escape”

From the look in his eyes he was reliving the sound of a gunshot and the death of someone on the ark. What he’d had to do to make sure his sister was safe.

“They might not be dead Bellamy”

“What?”

You offered him a small smile “I’ve seen your aim. Whoever you shot up there, they might not be dead”

Leaning over he bumped his shoulder into your own. “My aim is just fine. We can’t all be dead shots”

He was ignoring the part about whoever he shot not being dead, but that was alright. At least you’d said it out loud the thought could sit in his brain and it might bring him some comfort at least. You also weren’t going to ask him who he had shot not directly anyhow. You had some ideas about who, after all he wasn’t going to have got a seat on the drop ship by shooting another janitor. There was one thing you did have to ask though.

“I’m not asking you questions you don’t want to answer Bellamy, but I just need to know one thing”

He looked at you carefully then shook his head. “I didn’t shoot Kane”

You hadn’t even realised you’d been worried about your uncle but at the words you felt a deep breath release inside of you. Kane may not have been the best uncle in history but he was still blood.

You both sat mostly silently until finally you noticed sun beams filtering into the cave, the oppressive darkness caused by the fog was lifting and you could hear people starting to shout out your names once more.

You let go of Bellamy’s hand getting back up to your feet, you looked at him once sharing something that didn’t need words to explain it. What you’d told each other in this place would stay here. However, something else had shifted between the two of you and you didn’t think you could find it inside yourself to hate him any longer.

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The scream was what made you all start running once more, female and high pitched she sounded terrified.

You beat Bellamy to Charlotte by seconds pulling up to a harsh stop and intake of breath. Atom, he was laying on the ground burnt almost unrecognisable by the fog. He must have tripped or fallen and gotten caught in the acid.

“Son of a bitch” Bellamy hissed beside you.

Charlotte was still whimpering beside you both, turning away from Atom you bent down to look her in the eye.

“Hey Charlotte, Charlotte look at me” terrified eyes flicked to your own as she struggled to process what she was seeing. “Charlotte you need to get out of here ok. Get back to camp and find Clarke. She’ll be able to help. Can you do that?”

She managed to catch a few deep breaths “Find Clarke” she repeated and you nodded.

“Yeah find Clarke and send her here alright?”

She nodded quickly and took off back towards camp as you got slowly back to your feet joining Bellamy closer to Atom, kneeling down on the ground beside him.

“Kill me. Kill me. Please…” his voice was destroyed and he was obviously in a massive amount of pain.

“Y/N?” Bellamy whispered looking at you desperately. You weren’t a healer, didn’t even know where to begin helping Atom. You weren’t even sure if Clarke would be able to do anything. If Atom had inhaled that much of the acid fog it wouldn’t be just his skin that was burnt but his organs. It was a miracle that he was even still alive.

“I can’t breathe… Y/N please”

Not knowing what other choice you had at this point you pulled the small knife out of your belt looking helplessly at Bellamy.

“What choice do we have?” you asked him. He didn’t answer just staring at Atom.

“Y/N” from the woods Clarke appeared. You’d never been so happy to see the blonde haired girl as she pushed Bellamy out of the way bending down over Atom.

“Help him Griffin” you urged as she soothed the still moaning Atom. Gently running her hands over his body before turning her face back to yours.

She shook her head, there was nothing she could do for him.

“Alright” you said leaning over Atom making him focus on you. “Atom listen to me alright. I’m going to help you just listen to my voice”

Atom blinked rapidly keeping his eyes locked on yours as you began to hum the same song your mother used to hum to you when you couldn’t sleep. One of your hands gently ran through his hair as the other with the knife pressed it quickly and cleanly into his artery.

Atom barely even blinked at the knife, unable to separate one pain from another. You kept humming smiling at him until his breathing faltered completely and his face finally relaxed the pain gone as he slipped away.

Clarke reached over and squeezed your shoulder, she was silent but there was respect in her eyes.

“Get something made to carry him” you ordered standing up and pushing the knife back into your belt. “We need to get him back to camp”

The others from your earlier hunting party went off to start making an improvised stretcher. Clarke who apparently had been with Finn and Well’s looked over at you.

“I have medicine for Jasper, we need to get it back to camp”

“Go” you waved her away “go save at least one person today”

Clarke smiled but it came out lopsided as she disappeared with Finn and Wells.

“I don’t want to talk about it Bellamy” you insisted as he came over to you. “I did what I had to and that’s the end of it”

“You did what we couldn’t” he said making you look at him. “Thank you”

You left it at that not wanting to get further into a conversation from which there was probably no end. Instead you helped get Atom’s body up onto the make shift gurney and headed back for camp.

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It had taken only seconds of your entrance back to camp for hell to break loose. Octavia had had a melt down over Atom and Bellamy had nearly strangled Murphy for calling Octavia crazy. Well’s had disappeared with Atom’s body and now you were sat on the top level of the drop ship waiting to see whether Clarke really had managed to heal Jasper. You hoped to god she had because you didn’t think you could manage with anymore death today.

“To Atom” Monty said raising up a make shift cup in which some sort of liquid he said was alcohol lay. Apparently apart from knowing a lot about electronics and computers Monty was also fairly good at brewing up illegal moonshine.

“To Atom” Finn agreed downing his own shot, he instantly pulled a face coughing and wiping at his mouth “smooth”

Octavia grabbed it next swallowing a large mouthful. “That’s disgusting. I love it” she smiled handing it over to you.

The liquid burnt going down but it felt right to do something for Atom. Even if that did mean poisoning yourself with Monty’s moonshine.

“Hey can I get a hit of that?”

“Jasper” Octavia nearly knocked the whole bottle flying as she jumped to reach Jasper who eyes were finally open.

The rest of you gathered around as well as Jasper finally woke up. He looked alert and although still sickly he finally had sense back in his eyes.

“Welcome back buddy” Finn clapped his shoulder squeezing.

“Was that a dream or did I get speared”

“You’ll have a very impressive scar to prove it” Clarke answered. “Finn and Y/N got you down from the tree”

“My saviours” Jasper smiled at you.

“Thank you for not dying today” you said to him. “I don’t think we could have handled anymore death today”

“Shall I try not to die tomorrow as well?” he asked.

That was when you all knew he was completely back to the old Jasper. Throwing jokes around and being his normal self. He might have a long way to go until was up and about again, but he was going to get there. You’d all managed to save one life today and hell that was better than nothing.

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Octavia seeing Atom’s body in 1.03 // Octavia seeing Lincoln’s body in 3.12

#the scenes are so similar but so different #the players are the same (octavia, the person she loves who has died, bellamy, and even clarke) #in the first row bellamy and clarke both try to stop octavia from seeing atom but with lincoln, bellamy brings her the body and clarke watches in the background #in the second row octavia reveals the faces of her dead loved ones and is faced with the blunt truth of their death #in the third row, she mourns #with atom, she’s so angry at bellamy, but with lincoln, she’s too consumed with grief to think of bellamy #but bellamy’s still concerned with her in both #he tries to reach out to her with atom and she rejects him #but with lincoln, he starts to and then backs up #to let her grieve on her own #and then in the fourth row she says goodbye #covers atom’s body and gives lincoln a kiss and touches his face #in the fifth row she leaves atom #she can’t be there and see him #she needs distance #but with lincoln she stays #she doesn’t want to leave him yet

chasing--the--universe  asked:

I want to see if I understand the article on time crystals so. Essentially what they've done is create a system which is stable, but it still has "movement", in a regular pattern, as opposed to most stable quantum states which have no movement, and do not change in time, therefore are time symmetrical? That's really really fascinating

Yes, that sounds correct. I’m not a physicist (I’m a Chemistry Major), but what you’re saying and what the article says seems right.

As far as I can tell what they’ve done is made a material enter a stable quantum state where the material constantly cycles through a pattern of atomic spin orientations. This flies in the face of other materials which usually only contain 1 orientation and rarely are stable.

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Starlie Cheyenne Smith

Facts

  • September 11, 1993
  • American multi media star and musician
  • she is member of The Atomics

Discography

  • Wipe Out [The Atomics]
  • Too late live [The Atomics]

Appearance

  • black hair
  • long hair
  • blue eyes
  • 1.65m

Roleplay

  • playable: teenager, young adult