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“perhaps in another life”


bellamy blake x reader ᭡༄
summary: a diary entry by gf!reader, wishing the love her and bellamy shared for each other was normal “like in the movies”, and hadn’t been formed on bonded trauma.
cw: heavy angst, jasper being struck by a spear, talk of trauma (the agony the 100 had to experience)
perhaps in another life, fear would be foreign, a phrase we envy. possibly in another timeline, we would have exchanged glances—a flash of remembrance of the reverence and ache we once knew. a flicker of understanding, a chance to salvage the connection we had before.
or perhaps, we’d be hesitant to approach one another. if we were to close our eyes and flicker to another time, another universe of our lives, we’d linger a gaze, but turn, diminishing the fleeting feeling of deja-vu.
unlike now, where limited time dissolves hesitation. for at any moment, danger could arise, and worry would build our walls. for if we imagine this separate life, we meet, and the paranoia we shared seeps through—our new selves mistaking it for danger, not for what it is—an endless connection we once had, lingering. a connection formed from the bonds of trauma.
for if we were never sent to the ground—to earth—a dream we once had, we would have never had to bear the unwavering sense of paranoia, sorrow, ache, torment, or salvage. if it had never started with jasper being mauled by a spear, many had never died, massacres had never occurred, and we never knew of the city of light, perhaps we could reminisce about our love without the reminder of the unavoidable, chest-tightening, shared memories of agony forming our bond.
we wish we could relish our connection, without the pain of enduring havoc and torment. only if our past ancestors had prepared the future for us. instead of destroying any path we pursue. the city of light, and alie, i refer.
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recently revised (good enough)
“because i care”


bellamy blake x reader
cw: slight angst, fluff, light yearning, cussing
summary: you’re arguing with bellamy about the lives of your people; he argues that you need to be cared for too.
(revised)
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“i just wanna make sure we’re on the same page.”
“same page?” you scoff.
“we’re not even in the same damn library.”
you sigh in annoyance, composing yourself.
“you act so tough, so cocky, expressing you know exactly what you're doing.” “but when you think no one’s is watching, i see it. i see when your hands tremble, or expressions turn into concern.“ you say.
“you think the camp needs to you be strong, to know what to do, and sometimes yes, they do. but not now. now, they need to know of all those times, all those moments of humanity—to bring us together. you need it too.”
you sigh, running your hands through your hair in exasperation.
“what do you need?” bellamy sighed.
“what?” you stutter.
“i said, what do you need?” he says, crossing his arms.
“you say i’m so focused on guiding everyone and being confident in how to keep us safe, but here you are—doing the same thing. so again, what do you need?”
you stammer.
“bellamy, this isn’t about me. it’s about the lives—“
“lives of our people, right?”
“listen,” he mutters. “they have the capability of living a day by themselves. for one day, let me take care of you too. or else you’re gonna crack, same way you see my face full of concern, or hands shaking.”
“bellamy.”
“i don’t want that for you okay?” he confessed.
“i heal by taking care of our people, they’re important.” you retaliated.
bellamy sighs.
“i’m not saying they aren’t. but do you heal from that, or are you just telling yourself that?there are plenty of people in this camp capable of taking care of themselves and others for a day.”
“why?” you mutter.
“why what?” he asks.
“why are you so set on taking care of me?”
“why?” he scoffs. “because—“
his sentence pauses,
“because i care about you more than anyone else in this camp.”
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a/n: pt 2?
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heaven
| c/w: heavy yearning, fluff, bellamy blake x fem!reader
If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without ever entering it - shakespeare
| collab with my pookiedoodle @lov3lyl3tters
The first time he sees you after the drop, you’re covered in soot and blood—not yours, he hopes—and barking orders at people twice your size.
Bellamy doesn’t know it yet, but he’s already ruined.
You challenge him. Every damn day. You call him out when no one else dares to. You see through him, through all the walls and bark and armor he throws up around himself, and it infuriates him. It scares him. It draws him in like nothing else ever has.
You don’t belong in this place, not really. Not in the dirt and the war and the hunger. You talk about the sky like it’s poetry and hold dying kids like it doesn’t break you inside. And he knows—he knows—he’s the wrong kind of person for someone like you.
But that doesn’t stop him from looking at your mouth when you talk. From dreaming about your voice. From thinking about what your skin would feel like under his hands, what your laugh would sound like if you weren’t constantly worried someone was going to die that day.
It’s late when it happens.
The fire’s dying down—the others are asleep, and you’re standing just outside the camp with your arms crossed, watching the trees like you’re waiting for something. For someone.
“You know it’s not safe out here alone,” he says, coming up beside you.
You don’t look at him. “Since when do you care if I’m safe?”
He flinches, just slightly. “Always have.”
You glance at him then, eyebrows raised like you don’t believe him. Like you’re used to him pushing and pulling, throwing barbed comments, and then bleeding behind closed doors.
“Then why do you act like you hate me half the time?” you ask, voice low.
He exhales through his nose. Looks down. “Because I do.”
That makes you blink.
Bellamy lifts his eyes to yours again. There’s something raw in his expression. Unfiltered. Wrecked. “I hate how you make me feel—I hate that I want you when I’ve got blood on my hands—That I think about kissing you when I should be thinking about how to keep you alive.”
You stare at him, breathing shallowly.
He takes a step closer.
“If I were to kiss you,” he says, voice quiet and rough, “then go to hell for it, I would.”
You swallow hard.
“I’d go gladly,” he adds, eyes locked on yours. “So I could sit there with the devils and brag that I saw heaven… without ever entering it.”
You don’t say anything. You can’t. Not with the way his words split you open.
You stammer, trying to brew up a response. This was—unexpected, but in the best way possible. For someone to say that they’d love you to the ends of the Earth, and beyond heaven or hell,
Who wouldn’t wish they had that? Such a love that was soft and surprising, not loud—but enough for people to hear.
This was Bellamy Blake.
A man you’ve been tied to since you landed here. Someone who may seem strict, or rude to others, but looking past the quick responses and orders, lay someone with care in their heart.
Bellamy Blake, who would rather yell at people for their safety—than take a risk that could kill them. Someone who genuinely cared for the lives of his people.
You inhale sharply, reminding yourself to breathe.
You exhale a laugh of relief, dropping your head down to rest on his chest.
He goes to speak—but you interrupt
“You—you don’t need to say anything else. You’ve already won me over, Blake.” “Just, give me a second.”
The late-night ‘high’ sending a confession through. You and him were alone together, suffocated by the overwhelming realization of confession. Of love. A peaceful and quiet night despite the ruckus that occurs every day.
You sigh, looking up at him.
“Well? Aren’t you gonna kiss me already?” You smirk.
“Yes, ma'am.”
Smiling into the kiss, he grabs you, pulling you in.
Who knew Bellamy Blake was such a yearner?
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a reblog for my most popular fic (totally not just reposting fics cause i haven’t written any new ones lately)
Do you feel Bonita?
stiles stilinski x reader
c/w: kissing, fluff
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You’re kissing Stiles, well aware of the lipstick on your lips being transferred to his.
You snicker at every peck—lipstick reddening his lips. Stiles was too into the makeout to realize your ever so often giggling. Until now, where he’s about to faint from being so flustered. He parts his lips from yours, leaning back on his elbows.
You snicker once again, the lipstick shade matching his flushed cheeks. He raises a brow, confused.
“What?” He says.
You take your phone out of your pocket, showing him his reflection.
“Oh.. my god.” He says, attempting to wipe the color off—but instead smearing it.
You laugh, trying to compose yourself to help him out. You lift your thumb to his lips, cleaning up any color that’s out of his lip-line.
“Much better,” you respond.
Stiles puckers his lips, looking into the camera.
You snicker once again—“Do you feel.. Bonita?”
Stiles’ eyes quickly look to you, playful disappointment on his face.
You lose your composure, busting out laughing.
Stiles smiles, laughing with you.
“Yes, I feel very Bonita. Thank you.”
He kisses your cheek, planting a stain, and chuckles.
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Thanks for making that post about censorship made it a lot easier to go through and block all of you
Censorship is just a threat made by the dominant political power, and it’s a promise of violence against those who wish to speak out against them. You do recognize that censorship in fandom has been deeply fought against since the 70s for this exact reason Because people were conflating queerness with pedophilia.
I think it’s really important for you to do a little introspection and understand that censorship truly only affects minorities. POC’s, women of color, queer people those are the people who get targeted first. Cis straight white men will not be held to the same standard they literally never are. 
And I never see you guys talking about censorship in mainstream media y’all could be fighting against HBO and Game of Thrones or that Yellowstone show that glorifies the rape and assault of indigenous people. If you truly care about that stuff being put out there for everybody to see then you should be going after these big corporations that are basically forcing it into the homes of everybody, not niche little Internet creators were the only people who are reading that stuff are the people who are actively seeking it out. Or why not go after all those weirdo horror fucks on YouTube they make videos, glorifying, rape and assault and child sexual assault. I don’t see y’all talking about them. Or all those horribly disgusting misogynistic podcast Bros you could be directing your energy towards them. You know the ones with millions of young impressionable male followers. 
I’ve been raped my 5 different men I was raped from the age of nine until 15 by my father. Not a single one of them knew anything about fanfiction or fandom spaces, but they did watch Game of Thrones. I may not read non-con or dub con stuff, but it’s not actively harming me so why should I care. what is actively harming me is mainstream media red pilling all these boys and making it seem normal to rape and assault I guarantee you the people who are actually out on the street doing these heinous crimes are not reading fanfiction.
Take your energy and apply it somewhere that actually matters because I guarantee you these people that you’re complaining about are more likely to be the ones to help you when shit hits the fan than anyone else
Just like, a lot of the stuff you said, was very similar to Nazi rhetoric and extremely similar to stuff that the current American dictatorship is trying to do.
Pls read 1984 by George Orwell
Hi, I want to start by saying I’m genuinely sorry for the horrific experiences you’ve been through. No one should ever have to endure that kind of trauma, and your voice—and your pain—deserve to be acknowledged with care and respect.
That said, I want to clarify a few things about my post and where I’m coming from. I wasn’t advocating for state-mandated censorship, nor was I aligning myself with any authoritarian regime or fascist ideology. My concerns weren’t about silencing queer voices, POC, or marginalized creators. In fact, many of the people speaking up about harm in fandom spaces are queer, POC, survivors, and women ourselves.
The discussion around certain kinds of content in fandom isn’t about moral panic or policing thought crimes—it’s about how trauma, abuse, and violence are depicted and consumed in ways that sometimes normalize or romanticize real harm, especially when it’s divorced from context, nuance, or critique. It’s fair to ask questions about that. That isn’t censorship—it’s accountability.
You’re absolutely right that mainstream media deserves just as much, if not more, critique for the way it platforms violence, misogyny, and racialized harm. I do speak up about those things, and many of us can hold both ideas at once: that fandom is important and not above critique.
I also want to say that telling people to “go fight the real enemy” can unintentionally erase the way niche internet spaces shape people’s views. Just because fanfiction isn’t mainstream doesn’t mean it exists in a vacuum. Culture is formed in both big and small spaces, and both can reinforce harmful narratives if left unexamined.
You don’t have to agree with me, but equating my concern with “Nazi rhetoric” or calling it a threat to free speech isn’t accurate or fair. The point is to protect each other, not silence. And I think we both want a world where people are safer, not more harmed. That’s where I’m coming from, even if our paths to get there look different.
(and I have read 1984 twice in fact.)
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ok sorry but why are we writing “sexist” au’s of characters 😭😭😭 women did not fight for this pls this is where i draw the line i #lovewomen and #lovewomensrights
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WARNING: below i will be talking how people write about r*pe and sa. I DO NOT support the people who romanticize those actions i am just here calling them out for the things they write. if you don’t feel comfortable reading about this then i would recommend to not continue reading.🫶
Hii prettiesᥫ᭡
Lately, I’ve come across some things on Tumblr that are honestly just disrespectful and disgusting. I truly don't know who thought that making characters misogynistic and sexist was okay, but news flash, it's not. Women all over the world are still fighting for their rights, and writing fics about characters downplaying women is not okay I'm any way, shape, or form. I've had to block a whole bunch of writers already for this issue. I also don't stand with the whole making the reader have the personality of a child, and I don't mean in the way in which she's fun, no, I mean as in making her act like a sexualized child. That on its own crosses lines that should be respected. I truly hate it when writers decide to write a smut fic, with the basis of it all being the reader acting like a kid. I don't care if some of you will say this is “kink shaming,” but I'm sorry when did sexualizing a Child's personality become a socially acceptable kink? And the cherry on top is you're giving the characters mommy/daddy kinks while having the reader act like a child. And just in case you didn't know there are kids in this world that are constantly being sexualized by their parents by their family members or just anyone in general and you posting bullshit like that is just gross and predatory. And if any of you are “into” that kind of fic, then you're just as bad as the people writing it. Also, if you, as a writer, are romanticizing rape then the only words to describe you is clinically insane. You have genuinely found a whole new kind of insanity. People are recovering and healing from the damage done to them by these monsters that are known as rapists. And everyday just so you know a person gets raped or sexually assaulted and if you see this and decide “hey I'm going to write a fix of so and so raping reader!” then you should be in a 2x2 cell in the middle of no where with no one around you so you can just drown in your insanity. If you sexualize kids, women, or anyone, for that matter, I don't care if you haven't committed the crime but you are just as evil and insane as the one who committed it.
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tattoos
bellamy blake x fem!reader
summary: bellamy makes you tattoo the names of everyone he’s ever hurt in massacres.
cw: tattoo needles, fluff, angst, mention of death
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“i deserve the pain.” bellamy says, face down on the table—you currently tattooing names into his back.
“i deserve to have the names of everyone who have died because of me. because of mount weather, the massacre of 300, and everyone i couldn’t save.”
“bellamy,” you say softly.
“we’ve all done something inhumane, something that will haunt us for the rest of our lives, “
you sigh.
“but the things we did to survive, to have all the people we have alive today, wasn’t for nothing.”
he silences.
“well, i still want the tattoo.” he says after while.
you chuckle, he smirks.
a silence overwhelms the air between your discussion.
“bellamy,” you say, in a whisper. “i’m serious though. you need to listen to my advice for once.” you say sternly. “you focus on what we did, not what we have.”
bellamy lets out a soft—almost unheard, sigh.
“i know.” he responds.
you exhale, lifting your tattoo gun from his back, then leaning to the back of his shoulder to place a kiss.
a hush of stillness washes over the sounds of breathing between you and him.
amidst the silence, a calming feeling of warmth overwhelms the air. before he breaks the silence, sitting up.
he looks at you with heavy, yet calmed eyes.
the corner of his mouth lifts to smirk, as he speaks.
“well damn, that was pretty romantical.” he teases.
you snort, laughing at bellamy’s response. glad he at least is back to acting like his cocky—teasing self.
he grabs your hand, placing a kiss on it.
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“alright now, finish my tattoo.” he orders, playfully.
you calm your laughing and continue with the tattoo.
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A/N: spare me if my writing isn’t as well written, i haven’t wrote in over a month, all the ones i’ve been posting have been old ones i scheduled
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yearning
bellamy almost dies after getting captured by a reaper
bellamy blake x fem!reader
cw: yearning, heavy angst, fluff, mention of death, mention of blood
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you and bellamy have a love that is left unsaid—from complimenting each other through bickering and annoying teasing—to glances that are a little too long. the time bellamy almost dies, you both show your love to each other with open arms. a yearning you didn’t know you could feel until the death of another was in play.
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you gasp in exhaustion—a few moments ago, you were terrified that bellamy was dead. he had been missing for weeks, and the grounder had sent a bloody skull back to camp.
everyone, including you, was out of their mind that they were too late to get to bellamy.
but next thing you all know, bellamy is stumbling into camp—near death.
he explained that he had escaped, and medics immediately rushed him to lie down. he was bloody, full of cuts; looking like had been through hell.
probably had.
you were finally able to breathe knowing he was alive, but at what cost?
he had been through hell, and you couldn’t help him.
you had been searching for days on end, day and night—not getting any sleep.
you thought you knew fear, but not until you realized he might be dead.
you and bellamy’s love was always left as something unsaid, something involving teasing and bickering, a stare too long, but at this time—you realized what you had for him wasn’t something a friend had for a friend.
you loved him. and you couldn’t bear the fact of losing him.
you were the first in the medic tent—face full of concern and worry.
panting in apprehension.
though you were the first to spot bellamy, and get him to the medics, bellamy was in a critical state. medics weren’t allowing anyone inside until after surgery.
you’d pace outside the tent for hours on end, not being able to sleep. you sit outside the tent, waiting and waiting for news to come, until you fell asleep.
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it was morning, the sun blaring through your eyelids, and a muffled sound of someone talking.
one of the medics were tapping you awake—
“hey, you’re allowed to go see bellamy now,” she says, smiling carefully.
your eyes shoot open, and you rush your way into the tent. eyes full of concern and care.
you exhale out a breath of somber, seeing bellamy with stitches all along his body, bruises, scratches, gashes, and bandages.
it’s an odd feeling to feel this way about him as you two are usually playing around, not taking things seriously, and bantering. but in this moment, you couldn’t care about anything but him.
you didn’t care what you normally act like, this is bellamy. this is something you thought you’d never have to experience with him being so trained in the field. but it happened anyway. i wave of understanding that anything can happen despite you thinking it couldn’t, washed over you.
you care about him more now than ever. a different kind of care. a care of everlasting love.
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you sit down next to him, gently holding his hand.
you lean forward, placing a kiss on his forehead—brushing his hair with your fingers.
“shit..” you whisper. “you had me worried for a while, bellamy.”
you let out a sigh, leaning your head down.
——
“that’s my bad” bellamy whispers, voice raspy and hurt.
you look up swiftly, making eye contact with him.
the corner of your mouth lifts slightly, forming a smile.
“you’re awake.” you speak, eyes filled with sorrow.
“i am.” bellamy speaks in a soft whisper.
you gently lean your hand down to rest your head on his hand.
you don’t speak, the air filled with somber yet gratitude.
tears stream from your eyes in silence—bellamy feeling drips on his arm.
“y/n” bellamy says in a soft-spoken tone.
he places his hand on your head, fingers running through your hair.
——
“i love you.” he whispers.
——
you lift your head slowly, tears staining your cheeks. a small smile full of concern and care slightly on your lips.
“i love you too, bellamy,” you say as you lean forward to place another kiss on his forehead—tears burning your cheeks.
you exhale; “i’m so glad you’re here.”
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g’morning


cw: pure fluff (no smut)
stiles stilinski x reader
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You wake up, the sun glaring through the windows.
The sheets were warm with sleep, clinging to your skin like a second embrace.
Beside you, the bed dipped where Stiles lay, propped on one elbow, his fingers absentmindedly tracing shapes into your shoulder.
His thumb would graze your temple, slow and reverent, like tracing the edge of a prayer.
A soft dawn light would radiate off his skin, and his eyes—honey brown.
"Morning" he smiles.
You could hear the birds, sure—but also the faint creak of the bedframe as he shifted closer, the sound of his breathing syncing with yours.
It was soft. Real. Radiant. Like something out of a movie—except it was yours. Stiles saw all the beauty in you, and you loved him for every bit of it, and more.
You’d had mornings where waking meant panic. Rushing, Silence. But this—this was stillness wrapped in honey.
The way his tone always had a gentleness to it, the way moles and freckles scattered along his skin—and the way his eyes twinkled. His love, almost intoxicating.
"I’ll make breakfast," you say, asking if he wants anything special.
Sitting up with you and lifting your hand to his lips, he'd kiss your hand.
“Could I help make it?”
You muttered a soft curse under your breath, too overwhelmed by how gentle he was with you. Your finger twitched against the sheet, as if unsure whether to hold him or hide, amid his apparent perfection.
"No. Let me do this for you." You'd quietly laugh, only to cover your incomposure.
He fakes offense when you refuse.
You'd get out of bed—ever so slightly too fast, a brief showing of the vulnerability you were attempting to hide.
In a moment of assurance, you'd turn back around, placing a kiss on his cheek before scurrying off.
a/n: i would like to thank @lov3lyl3tters for helping/collabing updating this old fic! be sure to go read her debates and fics :)
(updated and revised)
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Do you feel Bonita?
stiles stilinski x reader
c/w: kissing, fluff
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You’re kissing Stiles, well aware of the lipstick on your lips being transferred to his.
You snicker at every peck—lipstick reddening his lips. Stiles was too into the makeout to realize your ever so often giggling. Until now, where he’s about to faint from being so flustered. He parts his lips from yours, leaning back on his elbows.
You snicker once again, the lipstick shade matching his flushed cheeks. He raises a brow, confused.
“What?” He asks.
You take your phone out of your pocket, showing him his reflection.
“Oh.. my god.” He says, attempting to wipe the color off—but instead smearing it.
You laugh, trying to compose yourself to help him out. You lift your thumb to his lips, cleaning up any color that’s out of his lip-line.
“Much better,” you respond.
Stiles puckers his lips, looking into the camera.
You snicker once again—“Do you feel.. Bonita?”
Stiles’ eyes quickly look to you, playful disappointment on his face.
You lose your composure, busting out laughing.
Stiles smiles, laughing with you.
“Yes, I feel very Bonita. Thank you.”
He kisses your cheek, planting a stain, and chuckles.
(updated and revised)
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heaven
| c/w: heavy yearning, fluff, bellamy blake x fem!reader
If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without ever entering it - shakespeare
| collab with my pookiedoodle @lov3lyl3tters
The first time he sees you after the drop, you’re covered in soot and blood—not yours, he hopes—and barking orders at people twice your size.
Bellamy doesn’t know it yet, but he’s already ruined.
You challenge him. Every damn day. You call him out when no one else dares to. You see through him, through all the walls and bark and armor he throws up around himself, and it infuriates him. It scares him. It draws him in like nothing else ever has.
You don’t belong in this place, not really. Not in the dirt and the war and the hunger. You talk about the sky like it’s poetry and hold dying kids like it doesn’t break you inside. And he knows—he knows—he’s the wrong kind of person for someone like you.
But that doesn’t stop him from looking at your mouth when you talk. From dreaming about your voice. From thinking about what your skin would feel like under his hands, what your laugh would sound like if you weren’t constantly worried someone was going to die that day.
It’s late when it happens.
The fire’s dying down—the others are asleep, and you’re standing just outside the camp with your arms crossed, watching the trees like you’re waiting for something. For someone.
“You know it’s not safe out here alone,” he says, coming up beside you.
You don’t look at him. “Since when do you care if I’m safe?”
He flinches, just slightly. “Always have.”
You glance at him then, eyebrows raised like you don’t believe him. Like you’re used to him pushing and pulling, throwing barbed comments, and then bleeding behind closed doors.
“Then why do you act like you hate me half the time?” you ask, voice low.
He exhales through his nose. Looks down. “Because I do.”
That makes you blink.
Bellamy lifts his eyes to yours again. There’s something raw in his expression. Unfiltered. Wrecked. “I hate how you make me feel—I hate that I want you when I’ve got blood on my hands—That I think about kissing you when I should be thinking about how to keep you alive.”
You stare at him, breathing shallowly.
He takes a step closer.
“If I were to kiss you,” he says, voice quiet and rough, “then go to hell for it, I would.”
You swallow hard.
“I’d go gladly,” he adds, eyes locked on yours. “So I could sit there with the devils and brag that I saw heaven… without ever entering it.”
You don’t say anything. You can’t. Not with the way his words split you open.
You stammer, trying to brew up a response. This was—unexpected, but in the best way possible. For someone to say that they’d love you to the ends of the Earth, and beyond heaven or hell,
Who wouldn’t wish they had that? Such a love that was soft and surprising, not loud—but enough for people to hear.
This was Bellamy Blake.
A man you’ve been tied to since you landed here. Someone who may seem strict, or rude to others, but looking past the quick responses and orders, lay someone with care in their heart.
Bellamy Blake, who would rather yell at people for their safety—than take a risk that could kill them. Someone who genuinely cared for the lives of his people.
You inhale sharply, reminding yourself to breathe.
You exhale a laugh of relief, dropping your head down to rest on his chest.
He goes to speak—but you interrupt
“You—you don’t need to say anything else. You’ve already won me over, Blake.” “Just, give me a second.”
The late-night ‘high’ sending a confession through. You and him were alone together, suffocated by the overwhelming realization of confession. Of love. A peaceful and quiet night despite the ruckus that occurs every day.
You sigh, looking up at him.
“Well? Aren’t you gonna kiss me already?” You smirk.
“Yes, ma'am.”
Smiling into the kiss, he grabs you, pulling you in.
Who knew Bellamy Blake was such a yearner?
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underwater kiss
fem!reader x stiles stilinski
cw: kissing, fluff, no smut
𓆝𓆞𓆟𓆜𓆛
imagine you and stiles are playing in the ocean, lake, or large body of water—splashing each other back and forth.
you laugh, as your splash hits him right in a face.
he gaps dramatically, splashing some back.
he laughs as you continue—with you eventually going underwater to dodge one of his “attacks”.
you’re under the water for quite a while as stiles starts to get worried.
before he can worry further, you emerge from the water, practically as close as you can be from him.
you giggle, and he exhales a laugh.
you brush the hair out of your face as he wipes away any remaining stands.
——
“your so beautiful.” he says as his eyes twinkle in a melody of joy.
he places his hand on your cheek, making eye contact.
you lean in, closing the space between.
he grabs your waist, you hold his face.
butterflies fill your stomach, and the silence is filled with love.
——
you pull away, lightly laughing and smiling in each others arms. engulfed in the surrounding love.
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princess
bellamy blake x fem!reader
summary: you’re dating bellamy. he’s helping you get ready for a clan meeting in polis.
cw: overprotectiveness, fluff, no smut
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as bellamy is helping you get ready, you ask if he likes your dress. after all, this clan meeting is very crucial and having the wrong first impression could be unavailing.
you exhale in contentment.
“how do i look?” you say, turning towards him.
he stands up from the chair he’s sitting in and walks towards you.
“you look beautiful, princess.”
you smile.
he bends down in front of you, slipping your heels on your feet.
“however," he says, looking up at you and tugging at the hem of your dress— "I wish it were longer.
you roll your eyes playfully.
“but you can wear whatever you want princess.” he says as he leans forward kissing your thigh, then standing back up.
“i can fight.”
wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you chuckle.
“you sure?” you say sarcastically.
he makes a snarky remark, before leaning in to kiss you.
kissing him, you relax in his arms.
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“thanks”
bellamy x fem!reader
summary: reader gets into a fight, bellamy helps to take care of her


warnings: blood, angst if you squint, fluff, kissing, no smut.
(this was a collaborative, co-written ff with my pookalicious @lov3lyl3tters ღ)
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You hiss under your breath as you dab a damp cloth against the cut on your cheek, the sting sharp enough to make you mutter a curse. The makeshift tent around you offers little comfort—just a flimsy barrier against the chaos of camp outside. The fight had been… stupid. Some girl had decided she didn’t like your tone, and fists had flown before either of you could think better of it. You weren’t even sure who won, but judging by the throbbing ache in your ribs and the bruise forming on your jaw, you didn’t come out unscathed.
“You look like hell.”
The deep, familiar voice makes you groan before you even look up. Bellamy Blake is standing at the entrance of your tent, arms crossed, head tilted just enough to make it clear he’s been watching for a second.
“Thanks, Bell. That’s exactly what I needed to hear right now.”
He steps inside, ignoring the bite in your tone as he crouches down in front of you. His gaze flickers over your face, assessing, calculating. It’s not the first time you’ve been in a fight—hell, it’s not even the first time he’s found you in this exact situation. But there’s something different about the way he looks at you now, something softer than the usual expression.
“Here,” he says, pulling a damp cloth from his belt. “You’re doing a crap job. Let me.”
You hesitate, but before you can argue, he’s already reaching for your face. His touch is surprisingly gentle, fingers brushing against your skin as he wipes away the dried blood near your temple. The warmth of his hand lingers, a stark contrast to the cold air sneaking through the tent’s flimsy walls.
“You should see the other girl,” you mumble, watching his face.
Bellamy chuckles, shaking his head. “I did. She looks better than you.”
“Ouch.” You place a dramatic hand over your heart. “That’s not very leaderly of you, Blake.”
“Leaderly isn’t a word.”
“It is if I say it is, grammar police.”
Bellamy scoffs, a slight smirk on his face.
Despite the bickering, Bellamy continued to be gentle—patching up the gash on your face.
The air was silent, the tension increasing when Bellamy made eye contact with you. A stare that lasted a little too long for the both of you. Bellamy quickly broke the silence when clearing his throat.
“Okay. You’re all patched up.” He says, stepping back and discarding the gauze.
Avoiding eye contact, you respond. “Thanks.”
You can feel Bellamy’s gaze lingering on you, the awkward tension in the air increasing once again.
You look up at him, gaze not falling. Neither of you speaks—the air engulfed in stillness.
He steps closer, movements careful—gentle, like you’re something fragile.
He smooths his fingers over your temple, brushing hair out of your face. He’s close enough that you could feel the warmth of your breath reflecting off him.
Your lips part slightly—looking down at Bellamy’s. Looking into his eyes, they're filled softly with yearning.
“Bellamy..” you whisper.
Placing his hands in your hair, Bellamy leans in, closing the space between your lips.
A moment of silence that confessed everything. A moment that told the untold. The confession of glances that were too long, or the stubbornness that was really care.
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You part lips, foreheads resting on each other. The flush of cheeks and pants of breath overwhelmed the atmosphere in the tent.
“Try not to get in any more fights, yeah?” Bellamy smirked.
You scoff, a smile on your face. “I got in a fight and it led to this, why wouldn’t I do it again?” You smirk, leaning your head back to look at him.
“You won’t need to.” He addressed, reconnecting your lips to his.
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does anyone have any ideas on who i should write fics about? i mostly do bellamy blake and stiles stilinski, but im looking to write for more ꨄ
ps, i have a bunch of ffs coming out soon, so stay tuned ᵕ̈
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