they were dark and twisty

You had just gotten out of an abusive relationship this past year; you ex broke your heart into bits and took a part of you that; the part of you that made you smile and be happy at life. Now you were this gloomy, dark, twisty girl; afraid to to trust men. Ironically, you are currently sitting in the couch of your best friend Finn. You are both drowning in tension as neither one of you know how to communicate; ever since your break up.”So how was your day?” He breaks the tension.”Dark and twisty, like every other day.” You respond; your eyes refusing to meet his. Your gaze slid to the side. He pulled you against his chest. His nose tickled your ear. You let out a tiny gasp and squirmed uncomfortably. You didn’t like being so intimately handled. She felt his lips softly graze the top of your head. Your face heated. You summoned enough courage to meet his gaze. His green/blue eyes twinkled. He knows! He’s trying to make you feel like this.”You don’t have to be afraid anymore y/n. I, on the contrary from that sad excuse of a boyfriend you had, won’t hurt you. If you just gave me the chance, I’m positive I can help you out of that dark twisty world that you are in.”
The 102- Part 8: Don’t You Dare Fall

Part One Here
Part Two Here
Part Three Here
Part Four Here
Part Five Here
Part Six Here
Part Seven Here

Pairing: Bellamy x reader
Characters: Bellamy, Charlotte, the reader, mention of Luke and Stella
Warnings: angst, closed off!reader, swearing, acid fog 
Summary: The reader and Bellamy hide from the acid fog, and with nothing to do but enjoy each other’s company they grow inevitably closer
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Small loose stones littered the floor of the cave, causing you to trip as you stumbled back in. As hard as you and Bellamy had tried, you couldn’t brave the acid fog and retrieve Atom without either dying or becoming horribly burned yourselves. So, hopeless and mourning the loss of your friend, you and Bellamy tumbled back into the mouth of the cave, coughing and sputtering from the fog, as you were enveloped in darkness. 

The little girl was waiting, huddled in a corner with her knees pulled up to her chest. She wasn’t crying though, not a single tear escaped those bewildered eyes of hers, she just sat there in silence. She was tough, there was no doubt about it, and reminded you a lot of yourself when you were her age. 

“Hey, come here, you’re okay,” Bellamy instantly knelt by her side, pulling a protective arm around her shoulders. It was a side of him you’d only seen once before, when he united with Octavia for the first time in the dropship.  

You walked over to kneel beside him and ask the girl, “What’s your name?” 

She shied away and put her face in Bellamy’s chest, inching closer as if he was her father and you were the monster under the bed, “Charlotte, it’s okay, (Y/N)’s a friend.” Bellamy looked down to where her face was still hidden beneath the folds of his jacket, and made his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. The usual rough, gravelly edge to it was gone and replaced with a smooth lull, assuring the girl that she was okay. 

Your brow furrowed, “Wait, you know each other?” 

Charlotte looked up to you and nodded slowly, as if she was still figuring out whether to trust you or not. She was young, probably just above the 13 year old cut off for going to the ground, and she reminded you so much of Luke. Her scrawny, tanned face, matched with stick-straight blonde locks and a tough exterior, she was his female equivalent. 

“We met in the morning, just before I found you,” Bellamy looked up and hugged Charlotte closer to his chest, giving her what comfort he could being as she was still pretty shaken up. 

“Okay,” You breathed and looked to the mouth of the cave, trying to figure out what to do next. Your view of the outside was blocked by hanging vines and branches, but from what you could see it didn’t look like the fog was going to clear anytime soon. So the three of you were stuck there until further notice. 

“Okay,” Bellamy echoed as he let out a breath and got up from the ground, walking over to stand behind you.

His jacket swished as he raised his hand, and tentatively put it on your shoulder- an awkward attempt to provide comfort. But you didn’t flinch away or strain at his touch, you welcomed it. And it wasn’t something you had to think about when you lifted up your own arm and found his hand, interlocking them as one. 

After a moment you exhaled and let go, turning around to see how Charlotte was doing. But before the moment was over, it was perfect- given the circumstances. You felt yourself slipping, getting ready to break the pact you thought had been carved into stone: don’t fall for Bellamy Blake, don’t you goddamn do it. 

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For @auderyjensen , hope you like it, darling. <3


You stared at your wall as pictures ran through your mind. You had just moved into your new apartment and everything was so…plain. You were always into bright colors and happy things that lit up the room. Your last place was covered in your friends’ handprints and every wall was a different color with Christmas lights hung at the top year round. You never understood how people lived with white walls that had no character. No matter how bad your life got, you always found the silver lining in things and tried your best to see light and make people smile even in the worst of circumstances.

               Yet, here you were. Sitting in an empty apartment surrounded by plain walls and empty hallways. You tried to look at this as a new beginning; a new canvas for you to do with it as you pleased. The sun shone in through the window of your living room, eliciting a rainbow to reflect onto your wall. You smiled as you had an idea, pulling out your phone.

               Me: Will you go to the store with me? I have an idea for my walls.

               Audrey: This is gonna be a whole thing isn’t it?

               Me: See you soon!

               You smiled at your phone and picked up your purse and headed to your car. The entire drive over to Audrey’s house was filled with you running ideas through your mind, trying to figure out which one would be best for your living room wall. You started getting giddy and smiling at the prospect of being able to do whatever you wanted with a place you could finally call yours.

               Just as you had expected, Audrey was waiting outside when you pulled into her driveway. You had a giant smile on your face and waved, making her smile at you with wonder while she walked towards the passenger seat.

               “I see you’ve had a strike of inspiration.” She buckled herself in and you began to reverse and head towards your local paint store.

               “I was walking around and I saw that when the light hits the window correctly, something really beautiful happens. I have an idea on how to make that even better. Also, none of my furniture is there yet so we can put the plastic out as far as possible so nothing gets too messy.” You had a tendency to go on rants when you were excited, and you hadn’t been this excited in a while.

               “Y/N, you know I can’t paint.”

               “I don’t care, you’re helping me.” She moved her hand to your thigh and squeezed lightly. She could never say no to you.

               You pulled into the parking lot and hopped out in seconds. Audrey was giggling at you as she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her ripped, black jeans and followed you around. You two were polar opposite; she was dark and twisty with a heart of gold and you were light and optimistic with a drive to please everyone. No one really knew how it worked, but she looked at you like you hung the stars and you never felt more grounded and safe than when you were with Audrey.

               “Will you hold these?” You handed her two different pales of paint without looking at her. You knew you probably caught her off guard and knew the expression that was on her face, but you kept walking and looking through the pallets.

               “How many of these are you getting?” She was struggling to balance both of the paint cans while walking fast enough to keep up with you.

               “Only a few more,” You sped through the aisles and found the last two colors you were looking for. “Okay, I’m done.” You turned around and smiled at her with a smile that stretched from ear to ear. She tried smiling back but was still struggling with the cans.

               “Good because this is ridiculous.” Her hair was falling in her face and she was trying to blow it out of her eyes. You stepped forward and laughed slightly, pushing it behind her ear while gently kissing her lips.

               “I love you. Thank you.” You had caught her off guard; she wasn’t used to you two doing anything related to PDA, but you could tell she loved it. Before she had a chance to respond, you walked past her up to the cash register. You talked happily to the man behind the counter and explained how happy you were to have a new project. You headed back out to the car as soon as everything was settled.

               When you two got back to your apartment, you went to shake the paint and find your brushes while Audrey put out the plastic cover over your floor. She had her red flannel tied around her waist and a black tank top on, making her key necklaces stand out more than usual.

               “Alright. You ready?” She had her hands on her hips and took a deep breath before she walked over to you. She slipped her arm around your waist and kissed your cheek.

               “Yes! Okay, you paint that side of the wall with the light blue here, and I’ll start with the yellow.” You handed her a brush and a paint can and pointed to where she needed to be.

               “Got it, boss.” She walked back over to where she was before, setting her supplies down so she could open the paint. You brought a chair over to your side of the wall and climbed on it with the yellow paint in one hand and your brush ready to go in the other. She looked at you like you were crazy but was laughing while doing so. “What are you doing?”

               “Don’t question my methods, Jensen. Go, do your thing.” You pointed at her and she threw her hands up in surrender.

               As she started taking long strokes with her brush, you began to paint in a circular motion at the top corner of the wall with the yellow. You two continued to make jokes and laugh together as you progressed through the wall. She had reached to where you were standing, her hands splattered with paint but untouched anywhere else.

               “Want me to keep going? Or do you want me to wait until you’re off the chair?” She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, barely avoiding spreading light blue paint across her face.

               “You can keep going, I still have a little left.” You kept your eyes on the sun you were perfecting, dipping your brush back into the paint. As you lifted it back up to the wall, you saw some of it drop as your eyes widened.

               “Hey!” Audrey wiped the yellow on her arm, only causing it to smear further across her arm.

               “My bad.” You smiled at her and laughed under your breath.

               “Think that’s funny, don’t you?” She continued to face you while she dipped her brush into her can.

               “Audrey…it was an accident; don’t start something you can’t finish. The paint belongs on the wall, not on me.” You pointed your brush at her as you stepped off the chair. Neither of you broke eye contact as you had warning smiles on your face.

               “Oh, I did not start this, Y/N. And trust me, I will finish it.” You took another step back as she bit her bottom lip. You were about to respond when she flicked her brush at you, covering your face and front of your shirt in light blue splatter. She was laughing to the point of tears while you stood frozen.

               “I’m glad you find this amusing.” You wiped some of the paint off your eyes as you closed the distance between you two. You slipped your fingers into your paint and dragged it down her cheek. She screamed as you laughed, prompting her to bring her brush to your face and paint the side of your face. You two were both smiling and laughing, running around, flinging paint at each other.

               “Okay, okay! I surrender!” She was laughing and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

               “Told you.” You had a smug look on your face as you accepted your victory.

               “I look like a damn sunflower.” Audrey had stopped moving when she realized her entire body was splattered with bright yellow paint.

               “I’d say more of a bumblebee, but I see your point.” You bit your bottom lip as you tried to hold back your laughter. She rolled her eyes as she set down her paint. You walked over to her and she put her finger in the air to you as a warning. “Relax, I have an idea.”

               “I swear to God, Y/N.” She backed up again, smiling at you.

               “First of all, you’re an atheist so that really isn’t a threat. Second, trust me. Just let me do something.” You dipped your brush back into your can and flipped your hand upside down. You painted your palm a bright yellow and reached for hers. She looked at you questioningly but outreached her hand to you. You repeated the movement and pointed at the can of purple that was next to her. She got the hint and painted her opposite hand with the purple and did the same with yours.

               You walked back over to the wall and tried to measure where the rainbow was in relation to the window. You were pretty sure you remembered where it shined, directly in the line of the sun you had painted earlier. You placed both of your hands on the wall and looked at her to do the same. When you both backed away, it seemed as if you two had made your own sort of rainbow on the wall with blue, purple and yellow.

               “This way, when the light comes in, the rainbow will hit where our hands are. It’ll look like it’s coming from the sun I painted up there.” You said quietly as you felt her eyes on you. You felt your cheeks grow red as she stayed silent. “Too weird?”

               “No,” She shook her head and turned you to face her, ignoring that her hands were still wet with paint. “Not at all. Thank you for bringing sunshine into my life when I needed it the most.” She traced your jaw with her thumb and looked at you with nothing but adoration and love in her eyes.

               “Thank you for letting me.” You kissed her and reminded yourself to never let the girl in front of you feel anything less than warmth for the rest of your life.


Sex was kind of Santana’s way of life, it kept her above water whenever she felt like she was drowning. It was the comfort of being intimate — for lack of better word — with someone made up for her complete inability in personal feelings. It helped with her dark and twistiness, the traits that were usually always the root of her relationship problems in the past. Santana figured that Rachel would have a one night stand with a hot, polite guy, and get over Finn. Their thing was stale anyway, nobody lasts when they get together in high school, so it’s a miracle if they wind up together in the end. And maybe she was living precariously through her a little, ever since Brittany kissed her she’d been in a rut. 

The best thing about working in a bar was the cheap drinks and the opportunity to make out with girls that she’d never see again, yet every time someone hit on her, all she saw was Brittany’s pure smile and those bright blue eyes. It broke her heart, in a way she knew all too well. It was nice to see Rachel talking to a guy that wouldn’t mess with her head. Santana tried to have patience, but when she noticed Rachel hadn’t gone home with the guy, she left her station at the bar a little early and made her way over to the loft. The door was pretty easy to crack when she rummaged around the hallway until she found the spare key. Santana figured the room blasting Elton John was Kurt’s so she ducked into the curtains opposite, kicking off her shoes and jumping onto the mattress as soon as she saw Rachel’s head on the pillow. “What’s up with you? That guy was hot.” 

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