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Do you write for SWAT? The 2017 one?

no, i don’t! i’ve never seen it

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REQUESTS REQUESTS REQUESTS

omg hi it’s been so long!! i wanna get back to writing again so send me some inboxes!! please reblog so others see!!

FANDOMS THAT I WRITE FOR:

• The Walking Dead

• Supernatural (preferably sister fics where i MIGHT include my own original character because that’s what i’m comfortable with)

• Marvel

• Shameless (U.S)

• Stranger Things/It

• The 100

• Teen Wolf

• The Society

i’m probably forgetting stuff so ask me about a specific fandom and i’ll let you know if i know anything about it!!

RULES:

• NO SMUT!!

• CAN BE EITHER X READER OR TWO CHARACTERS IN SHOW (NO INCEST, PEDOPHILIA, JUST DONT BE GROSS)

• BE SPECIFIC WHEN WRITING REQUESTS

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Not Your Usual Coming Out - Supernatural Bonus Scene

request: none

relationships: Logan Winchester x big brother! Dean Winchester, Logan Winchester x big brother! Sam Winchester, Logan Winchester x Katelyn the angel

other characters: Castiel

warnings: coming out, anxiety

a/n: hi guys!! it’s kinda been awhile but i’m backkkkk!! here’s a lil logan winchester bonus scene for u guys i love u!!!

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Logan had caught herself pacing the motel’s bathroom at least three times now, her hands shaking as anxiety swirled inside of her. She felt the need to finally come clean to her brothers about her confusing sexuality. Sure, she was only fourteen, and hadn’t had any experience with dating, but she was sure that she liked girls, and girls only. Ever since Katelyn the angel came along a year ago with Castiel when her older brother Dean was pulled out of hell, she was head over heels. It was hard, since Kate wasn’t aware of society’s manners and Logan’s act of attempting to flirt. Logan felt like a true middle schooler, trying to get her crush to notice her.

What Logan didn’t know though, was that Sam already had a feeling his little sister liked girls. He saw the way Logan flustered when Kate was in the room or how she stumbled discussing matters she was normally comfortable talking about. Dean, however, was completely oblivious.

After another deep breath from Logan, she finally opened the bathroom door. Her palms were already sweaty, and she could feel her heart almost bursting out of her chest. Sam was sitting at a table, eyes fixed on his laptop, while Dean was playing with one of his guns. Neither of them turned their attention towards their sister, too focused on their tasks.

Finally, Logan decided to speak. “Guys?” She asked as she sat down on one of the beds. “I have to tell you something. I don’t know what you’ll think when you hear this but I can’t keep it quiet much longer.”

Dean was quick to think of the worst possible case scenarios. Sam questioned if this was what he thought it was about. Either way, both of their eyes were on their sister, practically shooting lasers.

“I’m gay. I like girls,” Logan built up the courage to say the words. A weight was lifted off her shoulders as soon as the sentences left her mouth.

Sam tried his hardest not to celebrate outside of his head. He knew it as soon as her and Katelyn met for the first time, and he was extremely proud that Logan felt safe enough to tell the two of them.

Dean was pretty much flabbergasted. It wasn’t what he expected to come out of Logan’s mouth, but he was glad it wasn’t one of his worst case scenarios. The eldest Winchester honestly didn’t see it coming. Logan was young and inexperienced to the dating life, so for her to be sure about her sexuality was a huge step.

“Bug, we’re the last people who would ever judge you,” Dean started. “We’re proud of you. We’ll always be proud of you. You’re strong and brave, Lo.”

Tears started to form in the youngest Winchester’s eyes. She wrapped her arms around Dean and squeezed tight. She was enthused that her brother accepted her.

“Lo, Dean’s right. You’re brave. And even though I knew this was coming-.” Sam was cut off.

“You knew?” Logan interrupted.

“Yeah, it’s hard not to notice the way you practically change into a different person when Kate’s around,” Sam let out a small chuckle.

Logan sat up so she could playfully smack Sam on the arm before mimicking what she did to Dean. When they released from their hug, Sam gave his sister a kiss on the forehead.

“I love you, bug. Dean loves you. Nothing’s gonna change,” Sam admitted, Dean giving a nod in agreement.

“I love you guys, too. Thanks for listening and understanding,” Logan said while opening her laptop to begin what she’s always been good at, research.

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Something Wicked - Supernatural

request: none

pairing: Logan Winchester x big brother! Dean Winchester, Logan Winchester x big brother! Sam Winchester

other characters: John Winchester, Michael

based upon: season 1, episode 18

a/n: ooo another logan winchester fic!! i wrote this in less than a hour so if it’s rushed i apologize. also i get that the backstory in the beginning might be ooc for dean but i had to do it in order to make the story work. logan is 8, sam is 22, dean is 26. i don’t know what else to sayyyyy so if u have any questions or episode requests leave me an inbox message also follow me on ao3 at gayenid!! also i’d appreciate kind comments thank uuuu happy reading!!

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A tough decision had to be made about how the Winchester siblings were going to approach killing the Shtriga, the shadow that struck in the night. Dean and Sam had explained to Logan that a mistake was made six years ago, and it was their fault the creature was still stirring the pot. The brothers were tired of obeying orders from their father and decided to grab food at the diner across the street from the motel they were staying at. Logan, who was two, was asleep and their dad would be gone for a few days, so being caught wasn’t in the picture. Dean, being eighteen at the time, was the instigator and Sam, who was fourteen, took his word.

Dean told Logan it was the worst call he ever made. When the pair came back to the motel room, the Shtriga was over top of Logan, feeding off her soul. The two of them froze, the sight in front of them was hard to handle. Luckily, John had entered the room and was able to strike the creature before it was too late. John was pretty much fuming, confused as to why his eighteen year old son, who had no problem with hunting before, froze. After a heated lecture, which the oldest Winchester took to heart, Dean vowed to never let Logan out of his sight again, which is why he couldn’t complete Sam’s request to take her to Bobby’s.

Now the same creature was lurking around the town and putting young children into comas. The next target was the son of the owner of the motel they were perched at. Dean thought using Michael, the target, as bait would be the best idea at killing the Shtriga once and for all. Sam, on the other hand, disagreed. He believed him or Dean should hide under the covers and wait it out. Logan had other ideas.

“I could do it. I can hide under the covers so Michael doesn’t have to be the bait,” Logan explained, her eyes still sparkling from crying over Dean’s story. Dean was quick to shake it head.

“Absolutely not, Lo. I told myself I would never put you in danger ever again. This is too close to home for me,” Dean admitted. The youngest Winchester wrapped her arms tightly around her brother’s torso, silently apologizing for the pain he was feeling. Dean ran a hand through his sister’s hair. Sam squeezed Logan’s shoulder.

“We’ll go talk to Michael. This has to happen tonight, no matter what,” Sam spoke. The siblings nodded and grabbed all necessary weapons before heading out the motel doors.

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“You’re crazy! Just go away or I’m calling the cops,” Michael yelled with a phone in hand.

“You have to believe me, okay? This thing came through the window and attacked your brother. I’ve seen it. I know what it looks like because it attacked my sister once, too,” Dean explained, causing Michael to put the phone down.

“This thing... does it have a long, black robe?” Michael asked genuinely.

“You saw it last night, didn’t you?” Sam asked, even though he knew the answer.

“I thought I was having a nightmare,” Michael opened up. Logan related to his confusion of dream and reality. Her visions were getting stronger, and most of the time it felt real, but she was just sleeping. Her brother’s technically didn’t know that her visions pained her as bad as they did, but they didn’t need anymore worry on their plate.

“I’d give anything not to tell you this, but sometimes nightmares are real,” Dean commented, rubbing Logan’s back soothingly. Dean realized how big of a toll Logan’s nightmares had on her. She barely slept and was in a constant state of panic. It was no state to see an eight year old in.

“Why are you telling me?”

“We need your help. We can kill it. It’s what we do. But we can’t do it without you,” Dean pleaded. Dean explained that if Michael didn’t help, more kids were going to get hurt. It was safe to say that Michael was not up for the task.

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As the siblings discussed a new plan, there was a knock at the door. Logan was praying that Michael changed his mind so they could save him. Sure enough, Michael was on the other side of the door.

“If you kill it, will Asher get better?” Michael directed towards Dean and Sam.

“Honestly, we don’t know,” Dean didn’t want to lie to the kid.

“You said you’re big brothers?” Dean and Sam nodded in response. “You’d take care of your sister? You’d do anything for her?”

“Yeah, we would,” Sam responded, looking back towards Logan who was on the bed with a grin on her face. After that, Michael agreed to help the siblings.

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Later that night, the Winchesters were sat in Michael’s room setting up cameras and loading their weapons. Logan was actually allowed to handle a gun for this case, since they needed all the firepower they could get. Dean told Michael that all he needed to do was hide under his covers and wait, and when the siblings come in, he needed to crawl under the safety of his bed. Logan watched the two interact with a smile on her face. Even though Dean didn’t admit it, he was good with kids.

The clock struck three and nothing. Logan feared the Shtriga wasn’t going to strike tonight, and if it was, they were in the wrong place.

On cue, a shadow of a hand appeared outside the window. The siblings got their guns ready as they waited for the monster to get close enough to Michael. Logan’s hands shook as she gripped her weapon tightly.

“Now?” She asked, and Dean replied with not yet.

The Shtriga approached closer and closer until it was right over top of Michael. It began to feed, and that’s when Dean gave the green light. The siblings busted through the door with their guns at ready, distracting the creature so Michael could get to safety. Once they were in the clear, bullets flew and hit the Shtriga in the chest. They didn’t stop shooting until the monster was down. Dean and Sam slowly walked towards it, checking to see if it was really dead. Logan stayed back, checking to see if Michael was okay.

The Shtriga suddenly appeared in front of the brothers, throwing them into the wall. It threw Logan to the ground and pinned her against the floor. The youngest Winchester tried to fight it off and grab her gun, but it was too strong for an eight year old to fight. Its wrinkly hands grabbed Logan by the throat, dipping its head down in order to take the girl’s soul. Logan tried to scream out, but the Shtriga worked too fast.

“Hey!” Dean yelled out, grabbing its attention. It looked up and Dean shot his gun, knocking it off his sister. Logan gasped for air once it’s hand released from her neck. “You okay, bug?” Dean said with concern. Logan gave her brothers a thumbs up. Logan slowly got up from the floor with Sam’s help. Dean decided to empty his chamber into the Shtriga, causing Logan to jump from the sudden loudness.

The only thing Logan could think to do was give Dean a tight hug. Her eldest brother picked her up and rubbed circles into her back, leading Logan to give him a kiss on the cheek. Sam smiles at the sight, copying Dean’s actions after she’s set back on the ground. Logan wiped the tears that were stuck on Sam’s cheeks, causing him to laugh out loud. Their work was done.

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That morning, Michael’s mother came home to say that all the kids were out of comas at the hospital, and that they were going to make miraculous recoveries. Logan was enthused to hear that, knowing that all their hard work had paid off, and that Michael’s bravery saved his brother.

As the siblings walked to the Impala, Logan spoke up. “Sometimes I wish that...” She trailed off and Dean asked what she was talking about. “I wish I could have that kind of innocence,” She said in regards to Michael and his little brother.

“If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could, too,” Dean agreed. Logan had never seen him open up and be vulnerable like that.

It was a nice sight, and she hoped it would happen more often.

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We’re Going to Stanford (AO3 link)

since Tumblr decided to limit how much you can post now.. i decided to just post my archive of our own link. in honor of #spn300 i rewrote the pilot episode with miss logan winchester!! it’s over 5k words so you’re in for a treat! sit back, relax, and enjoy! reminder if you have any questions you can send me an inbox message, also send me kudos and kind words!! validation!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17698517

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Logan Deanna - Supernatural

request: none

pairings: Logan Winchester x big brother! Sam Winchester, Logan Winchester x big brother! Dean Winchester, Logan Winchester x Kate

other characters: Lucifer, Castiel, Crowley, Mary Winchester

based on: season 12 episode 23

a/n: okay so a lil background before i post this! i made up an original character named logan deanna winchester, daughter of john (we don’t speak of him) and mary. i kinda just base her off my looks, no celebrity face.. in season 14, she’s 22 so during the pilot she’s 8. (i know i know it might be unrealistic) so a lot of things that happen to sam canonically happen to logan in this au like demon blood, lucifer’s vessel etc etc (same gets his own sl’s of course). i also made up an angel named katelyn, kate for short (i see her portrayed by hailee steinfeld) who is the same age as logan but actually ages like a human. she is logan’s girlfriend and logan is a Lesbian!!! weeee so that’s kinda the Basics but if y’all want me to write more of logan/make a series or answer any questions hmu through my inbox!!

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Handling Lucifer and pushing him into an alternate reality deemed harder than expected. He was practically invincible, no bullet or knife was going to defeat Satan himself. Logan decided that stalling was the best option so her elder brother, Sam, and the king of Hell could conjure up a spell to lock up the rift. Lucifer took a specific liking to the youngest Winchester, since she was his perfect vessel and all.

“You wanted the Apocalypse? Well, you got it,” Logan growled, the corner of her lip tugging into a frown.

“Logie.” That god awful nickname. “Hey, where’s your big bros?” Lucifer genuinely questioned.

“Right here,” Dean spat from behind him, holding a weapon that could potentially stop the Devil in his tracks. “Say hello to my little friend.”

That was the cue to run as fast as possible in the opposite direction. Bullets started to fly and gunshots echoed throughout the bitter Apocalypse World. Logan met up with Sam and Crowley, the spell almost finished. The gun Dean was holding clicked, signaling the chamber was empty. The pair had to sit back and watch as Lucifer began to punch Dean square in the jaw. A deafening crack filled their ears, Lucifer’s strength causing Dean to become weakened.

Crowley suddenly appeared in front of Lucifer, a whoosh of air knocking him back on to the ground. The element of surprise allowed Logan and Sam to get their brother to safety. The rift was in arms reach of the three.

“Bye, kiddos,” was the last thing Crowley spoke before stabbing himself in the abdomen, advancing the spell forward.

The rift grew smaller, their plan slowly coming to a close.

But, the stubborn angels, Cas and Kate, appeared inside their reality. Angel blades staked out at their sides. Logan felt a ping her chest, wanting to run towards her angel girlfriend and bring her back to their world.

“Kate!” Logan screamed as Dean yelled for Cas. They both tried to walk forward but were stopped by Sam’s strong grip.

Logan and Dean were both distraught, but brought back to their senses when Sam pulled them through the rift, bringing the siblings back to Earth. The force of the rift pushed the three down to the ground. Logan could hear the masked screams of Kelly Kline coming from inside the house, her mother inside with her helping to deliver her newborn child. Not even a minute passed when Cas came through the rift first, Kate following closely behind. Unfortunately, Kate wasn’t fast enough and was struck with an angel blade, causing herself to leave the vessel. Her body laid lifeless, and Logan released a gut wrenching sob. Lucifer let out an evil chuckle as tears stained Logan’s red cheeks. The brothers immediately cradled either side of their sister’s body in an act of comfort.

“Well, that was fun,” Lucifer said slyly. Logan’s body shook as she tried to keep her sight away from her dead girlfriend.

A figure approached from behind the siblings and the shaken Castiel.

“Get away from them,” spoke a woman. Their mom was defending them, but it was too dangerous. Lucifer had already killed one of them. Mary began to walk forward, but Sam stopped her before she could go any farther.

“I love you,” she directed towards her children. She threw a punch and surprisingly did some damage towards the archangel. With every strike towards Lucifer, the pair moved closer and closer towards the slimming rift. Mary had almost got Lucifer in the rift, but at the last moment, he grabbed her arm and took her in with him.

“Mom! Mom!” Dean shouted, letting go of Logan to try to grab his mother before the rift engulfed them. After the two entered, the rift sealed shut. If looks could kill, the Winchesters would’ve murdered thousands.

Sam kept his grip tight on his baby sister until a bright light formed inside the house. Without speaking, the brothers and Castiel headed inside to investigate, leaving Logan with Kate’s corpse.

Another sob was heard from Logan as her legs gave out from beneath her.

“Kate...” she whimpered as she moved the messy hair from her girlfriend’s forehead. She cradled Kate in her arms, rocking back and forth as panic swept over her entire body. This was much to similar to the situation ten years ago, where Dean was doing the same to his baby sister.

The war was over, but at what cost?

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Words that describe someone’s voice

Adenoidal: adj: if someone’s voice is adenoidal, some of the sound seems to come through the nose

Appealing: adj: an appealing look, voice etc. shows that you want to help, approval or agreement

Breathy: adj: with loud breathing noises

Brittle: adj: if you speak in a brittle voice, you would sound as if you’re about to cry

Croaky: adj: if someone’s voice sounds croaky, they speak in a low rough voice that sounds as if they have sore throat

Dead: adj: if someone’s eyes are dead, or if their voice is dead, they feel or show no emotions

Disembodied: adj: a disembodied voice comes from someone who you cannot see

Flat: adj: spoken in a voice that does not go up or down

Fruity: adj: a fruity voice or laugh is deep and strong in a pleasant way

Grating: adj: a grating voice, laugh, or sound is unpleasant and annoying

Gruff: adj: a gruff voice has a rough low sound

Guttural: adj: a guttural sound is deep and made at the back of your throat

High-pitched: adj: a high pitched voice or sound is very high

Honeyed: adj: honeyed words sound nice, but you cannot trust the person who is speaking

Hoarse: adj: someone who is hoarse or has a hoarse voice speaks in a low rough voice

Husky: adj: a husky voice is deep and sounds hoarse often in an attractive way

Low: adj: a low voice or sound is quiet and difficult to hear or deep sounding

Matter-of-fact: adj: used about someone’s behavior or voice

Monotonous: adj: a monotonous sound or voice is boring and unpleasant because it does not change in loudness or become higher or lower

Nasal: adj: someone with a nasal voice sounds as if they are speaking through the nose

Orotund: adj: an orotund voice is loud and clear

Penetrating: adj: a penetrating voice or sound is so high or loud that it makes you slightly uncomfortable

Plummy: adj: this word shows that you dislike people who speak like this

Quietly: adv: in a quiet voice

Ringing: adj: a ringing sound or voice is very loud and clear

Rough: adj: a rough voice is not soft and is unpleasant to listen to

Shrill: adj: a shrill noise or voice is very loud, high and unpleasant

Smoky: adj: a smoky voice is sexually attractive in a slightly mysterious way

Silvery: adj: a silvery voice or sound is clear, light, and pleasant

Singsong: adj: if you speak in a singsong voice, you voice rises and falls in a musical way

Small: adj: a small voice or a sound is quiet

Strangled: adj: a strangled sound is one that someone stops before they finish making it

Strident: adj: a strident voice or sound is loud and unpleasant.

Taut: adj: used about something such as a voice or expressions that shows someone is nervous or angry

Thick: adj: if your voice is thick with an emotion, it sounds less clear than usual because of the emotion

Tight: adj: a tight voice or expression shows that you’re annoyed or nervous

Thin: adj: a thin voice or sound is high end unpleasant to listen to

Tremulous: adj: is it not steady for explained, cause you’re afraid or excited

Throaty: adj: a throaty sound is low and seems to come from deep in your throat

Wheezy: adj: a wheezy noise sounds as if it’s made by someone who has difficulty breathing

Wobbly: adj: if your voice is wobbly, it goes up and down, usually cause you’re frightened, not confident or you’re going to cry

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Ladies in Season 6:  Enid

You were right. So I’m here now. And I’m going out there and I’m helping you. We have to get her off that platform. She’s hurt. She needs help getting over the wall. I can climb up the gate. You can distract them. We do it together. I’m just gonna follow you, anyway. You keep looking for the Bible Glock. I’ll make her something to climb down.

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Can you do a teen wolf ship for me? I’m 5’5, medium length blonde hair, blue eyes with specks of yellow. I play volleyball, (I’m an outside hitter.) I’m bubbly, sarcastic, adventurous, and fun. Thanks!!!

hi anon! i’m sorry babe but i wasn’t doing these, just requests for writing!

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Marvel Female Character 10 Year Posters

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#moodboard

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aaron’s hugs are very safe 

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a reminder

hey y’all!! thank you for requesting i’m having so much fun writing these!! i just thought i should post something again that lists the fandoms i’m willing to write for . so here goes

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR:

• The Walking Dead (TV)

• Teen Wolf

• The 100

• The Maze Runner

• Marvel (if you want Peter Parker I prefer Tom Holland’s version)

• Stranger Things

• It

• Supernatural (NEW)

RULES:

• NO SMUT

• BE SPECIFIC IN REQUESTS

• NO SHIPS THAT HAVE A PERSON OVERAGE AND A PERSON UNDERAGE

• WILL WRITE HEADCANON LGBT+ SHIPS

that’s abt it!!! so send in some requests peeps i’m down!!! also a reblog would always help!!

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Happy 22nd Birthday Tom Holland! (June 1, 1996)

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Simple - Bellamy Blake

request: Hi there, I heard requests are open and I’d love to request a Bellamy Blake x Reader where the reader dies or nearly dies in Bellamy’s arms. Thank you so much xoxo

pairing: Bellamy Blake x Kane! Reader

warnings: character death, blood, angst

a/n: omg i’m finally out of school!!! senior year here i come bleh . hopefully now i have lots more time to get to requests and such! (i applied for a job and had an interview so we’ll see how that goes) but i’m excited to write again!! this takes place during the 100 s5 so potential spoilers (i hope this isn’t awful)!! enjoy!! :)

Death was simple. To someone who has never experienced it before, whether that would be in the family or themselves, it can be seen as an advanced concept containing open-ended questions, but you knew it was simple. Your body was a giant gear that abruptly stopped turning after a long day of hard work. You felt it coming as soon as the blade entered your abdomen, blood seeping through your clothes. You could’ve sworn the bright light that occurred afterwards was the afterlife you were about to step into, but in reality, the bunker was being destroyed from the ceiling.

You were bleeding out on the cold floor of the bunker you stayed put in for six years straight. Octavia was crowned leader, creating rules that if you betray Wonkru, you fight for your life. You had stolen a bottle of pills for Clarke’s mom, since without them she would experience seizures. You were caught and sentenced to confinement, as well as a date to battle for your spot in the bunker. With rations lower, you were weaker. The buff men also fighting overpowered you, and you ended up on the ground with a gash in your stomach. As to be expected, your perception was altered from the loss of blood, causing you to zone out even though people were being strung down from above. Your boyfriend, Bellamy, was in space for all you knew, eating algae and contemplating when his group would head back to Earth. Your father, Marcus, prompted you to stay back and keep everyone sane. You hesitated at first before obligating, not wanting to leave Bellamy and the rest of your friends behind, but also not wanting to disobey your dad.

Little did you know, the angel you prayed to every night was in the claustrophobic bunker, eyes widening when he saw your body sprawled out with a puddle of blood surrounding it.

“Y/N!” Bellamy, the sweet-sounding angel, yelled as he ran to you. He pulled your fragile body into his arms, avoiding the wound that was present. He ripped off the sleeve of his shirt and wrapped it tightly into a ball. “Keep pressure on it, okay? Don’t close your eyes!” He pleaded, he begged.

You let out a whimper as the shirt pressed onto your stomach. People surrounded you two, gawking at the sight of your paleness. Not even five minutes ago, everyone in the room wanted you dead, even Octavia, who used to look up to you like a sibling. A sob erupted from your body as you felt your heart start to beat faster.

But that was the thing, death was simple. Your heart beat faster, but then fell to a slower rate. Your pupils dilated as your breaths became slower. Bellamy noticed this and you felt a tear fall onto your cheek. “Y/N.. You can’t leave me, I just got you back! Please, hold on!” You could tell he was becoming desperate.

Your body didn’t listen. You felt your eyelids become heavy and begin to droop closed. Your face lost all of its beautiful color, leaving a ghost in its wake. “Bellamy...” you mustered up to say. “It’s okay. I’ll always love you,” your voice cracked. Your body felt paralyzed, unable to move your toes or fingers. It was numb. It didn’t hurt anymore.

“I’m so sorry,” was all Bellamy could say. He had just found you after six long years and now, it was over. Your lips let out a final puff of air, leaving your body to become limp in Bellamy’s arms. He held you close, pressing his lips to your forehead, for his own comfort at this point. He felt Clarke’s hand grip his shoulder with sadness and regret. You were her best friend after all.

Bellamy’s cheeks were wet, and his scruffy beard was covered in teardrops. Your blood got onto his shirt, and your tears made the fabric of his clothing damp. Even though you were gone, he still felt you. He felt your arms around him and your lips on his. He would never forget the butterflies that erupted in his stomach whenever you were in the room. He would never forget your first kiss, underneath the stars after a long day of preparing for battle. He would never forget you.

Death is simple. In the snap of a finger, it’s done. No pain, no hurt, nothing. Just being surrounded by the people you love, and the memories that invaded your thoughts. Your last thoughts were that one day, Bellamy would understand how you felt. Bellamy would understand that it’s unavoidable. Bellamy would understand that all you wanted in your existence, was someone you could love and not feel shame for.

“I love you,” said Bellamy with puffy eyes as he ran a hand through your sweaty hair. “Always will.”

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Protect - Maggie Greene

request: Can I request a daughter figure reader x mother figure Maggie with the reader saving Maggie’s life at risk of their own and when questioned is like “I’m not letting my mother die”

pairing: Maggie Greene x Daughter Figure! Reader

a/n: i’m so sorry that this took so long!! blame school fr :/ and it’s probably sucky so i’m also sorry anon i tried my best!! season 8 was not my fav thing to exist so this is going off my experience of watching the episode once and not 5 times oops . also spoilers but i’m making simon die during the fight since it fits, even tho he doesn’t die this episode . enjoy y’all!!!

Hilltop was your home. You knew you had to do your best to protect it. To protect your friends. To protect Maggie. She was always there for you, through thick and thin, and vice versa. She saved you from the blistering heat a few months ago. After Glenn, after Sasha, after Carl; you were her anchor, someone she could count on. She didn’t see you as a teenage girl, she saw you as a fighter.

And when Hilltop was planned to be attacked by the Saviors, Maggie needed you. She needed you to be brave, to be strong. You knew what you had to do. Drive them out of the community or else they die. You see a Savior and you kill them, no exceptions. Protection was what this community needed. Most of the people inside were farmers, construction workers, and fighters. They were essential to this life. Protection was your number one instinct.

The sun had just disappeared, turning the canvas of the sky into bright, beautiful stars. You and Maggie knew the Savior’s plan; attack at dusk with the element of surprise. It wasn’t really a surprise for the Hilltop members since they were holding on to one of the Savior’s walkie-talkies. The community was prepared, guns at ready, using the same plan the Saviors thought they had. Fortunately, Rick and Michonne had shown up hours before, ready to fight alongside you and Maggie. Daryl, Jesus, Carol, Ezekiel, and Enid were also present to save their second home. Alexandria went up in flames at the hands of the Saviors. The Kingdom has few surviving members left. Hilltop is the only place your people can stay, sleep, and eat. You had to protect it.

Before you knew it, gunfire was being projected at the main house’s windows. Glass broke all around you, creating an ear-piercing sound. You were crouched behind a makeshift barrier while bullets sprayed in every direction. Every few seconds, you would emerge from behind the barrier, shooting your gun in hopes of hitting a Savior.

“Y/N!” you heard Enid call from in front of you, panic in her voice. “It’s Maggie! Go, I’ll cover you!” She pointed to Maggie being interrogated by Simon, a gun to her head. You started to run as fast as your feet could carry you as you heard bullets escaping Enid’s gun.

“Stop!” You say as you move your body in front of Simon’s gun. You placed your arm out to push Maggie back. “Don’t hurt her. Hurt me. I’ve done as much damage as she has. Please,” you panted. Your first instinct was to always protect, and if that meant begging for someone to take your life and not someone else’s, you were going to do it.

Simon chuckled as he placed his gun on your forehead. “Really, Y/N? Playing the hero?” He shook his head. “Typical.”

You heard Maggie whispering your name behind you, but didn’t act on it. Your focus was the gun pressed against you, while Simon taunted you. You had to protect her. Protect.

“C’mon, Simon. You don’t want to get outsmarted by a teenager, right? That’s not what Negan wants to hear. Kill me, not her. I deserve it, c’mon,” You pleaded. Your eyes began to water as fresh tears fell to your cheeks. You didn’t notice, but Maggie’s fingers were locked with yours. Her only source of comfort.

A laugh escaped Simon’s lips yet again. “Okay, whatever you say, Y/N.” His finger was on the trigger, ready to pull. Before your life ended abruptly, Daryl Dixon came to the rescue. A bullet entered Simon’s brain, causing blood to splatter onto your features. Your face was scrunched as you began to sob. Maggie took your frail body into her arms, shushing her like the mother she was to be. You sat there like the community wasn’t getting ripped to shreds around you. You sat there while the remaining Saviors escaped into the woods. You sat there until morning. You sat there as you slept, exhaustion finally taking over your body.

A few hours passed and you finally awoke. Maggie never left your side, her arms engulfed you in a tight hug. She placed her hands on either side of your cheeks, inspecting your bloody face.

“Why’d you do that, Y/N? You could’ve died. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you died,” She began to cry, too. Tears fell from your eyelashes as you finally gained the courage to speak.

“I wasn’t going to let my mother die.”