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jealous meeting - B. Blake x reader

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Bellamy Blake x reader - Arkadia

Bellamy calls a group meeting to decide certain defense plans and catch up with everyone, but his jealousy gets the best of him.

cw: smut, p in v, jealousy, nsfw, degrading, praise

Walking into the main room where we kept the rovers I saw chairs near an open rover, my friends sitting in all of them.

Everyone had a smile on their face. Everyone being, Clarke, Bellamy, Monty, Jasper, Harper, and Miller. It was nice when we got to just sit and catch up with each other, not worry about grounders and Polis, even If it was for a mere hour.

Walking up to the group I was met with greetings and questions. I took a seat in the back of the open rover, my legs sticking out as my hands found their place on the edge of the floor.

"You missed Bellamys 'defense' plans," Miller spoke to me with a laugh, doing air quotes. earning a scoff from Bellamy.

"What am I ever gonna do now?" I reply, joining Miller's laughter.

"You should've heard it! Stupidest thing-" Jasper soon got cut off by Bellamy's stern voice.

"Where were you," Bellamy asked, eyeing me up and down, not that I noticed.

My laughter died down, same with Millers at Bellamy's tone. A thick silence now surrounded the group.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "I was just hanging with Kyle and lost track of time." I finished with a shrug.

I didn't understand why discussing defense plans we never would use was so important to him, Monty could've just relayed the plan to me afterward. Me and Bellay had been friends for a while, even on the Ark, he would come and visit me on visitation days while I was in the cell.

Bellamy scoffed and placed his hands on his hips- something he often did when he was frustrated. "These are important meetings, don't miss them for some guy." Bellamy's eyes were still focused on my outfit. I was wearing a pair of short shorts and a T-shirt that hugged me in all the right places.

Everyone started to shift uncomfortably in their seats, their smiles now long gone.

"It's okay Bellamy, well just tell her the plan after, for what it's worth I thought it was a good idea." Clarke chirped up from next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder which he quickly shrugged off.

Here comes Clarke, sucking up for Bellamy. It was something she had always done. Wherever Bellamy was, she was right there next to him, it got on my nerves most of the time, how close they would always be.

I rolled my eyes at Clarke's sentence, crossing my arms on my chest; only helping to push my tits up more. Which Bellamy took full note of.

"Hey, Monty we have that, uh, thing remember?" Jasper spoke to Monty.

"Oh, yeah, right, we should get going."

"Me too." Harper butted in

The three quickly stood up and exited the room, clearly trying to get away from the awkward, thick tension.

"I should get going too, the wall isn't gonna watch itself." Miller joked, chuckling awkwardly.

"Let me go with-" Bellamy cut me off.

"I need to talk with you," He started, "Alone," he finished, looking at Miller and Clarke. A sign they should leave.

Clarke pursed her lips before nodding and joining Miller before leaving, closing the airlock door.

I felt my heartbeat quicken, it was just me and Bellamy now. Alone.

A few moments had passed of him just staring me down, studying my every move as I shifted in my position, my legs now crossed along with my arms.

I cleared my throat, "What did you need?" I asked with a stutter, my nerves were through the roof.

They always were when I was alone with him. He always had such a strong effect on me, his good looks, his strong body. Bellamy was the one I thought of late at night.

"What were you doing with Kyle?" Bellamy asked, walking closer to me, making me look up at him from where I was sitting.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, was he really jealous?

"He was showing me a blueprint for a new scope he was making. Why? You jealous?" I teasingly spoke.

My teasing seemed to fuel his anger more.

"In that outfit? Yeah, right." Bellamy laughed, crossing his arms

My brows creased, "What's wrong with my outfit?" I looked down at it, examining it myself. The shorts were a bit short, but it's not like anyone would be looking.

"You're always walking around in those skimpy outfits, Kyle was probably eye fucking you." Bellamy was so close I could smell him, a smell I've come to love, a smell I've dreamed of for years.

"I don't say anything when Clarke is practically on top of you," I admitted, who was he to tell me I wear skimpy outfits, I didn't even know he looked at me like that, though his words were harsh it sent a wave of warmth down my body.

Bellamy smiled, this was amusing to him. "You think I want Clarke?"

I rolled my eyes, making him grab my face, bringing me closer to his. "Don't roll your eyes at me, princess." Bellamy let me go harshly, if I was wet before I'm pooling now. I simply nodded my head, too starstruck to form a sentence, he chuckled in reply.

"Undress. Now." Bellamy demanded. I didn't even need to think about it, the moment he said those words it was done, my clothes found their way onto the floor, I had picked the wrong day to go without wearing panties.

Being the only one undressed I felt vulnerable, I looked back up at him and he knew what I wanted to say before I even had to say it.

"You wanna dress like a slut, you're gonna act like one too. Get in the fucking rover."

His words had me soaked, I was sure it was leaking down my leg.

I crawled into the back of the vehicle, laying down and using my arms to lift myself up a bit. The air was hot and full of lust, practically choking me. Bellamy crawled in right after me, he moved my legs and placed them on the sides of his hips.

Were we really gonna go through with this?

He was quick to unbuckle his belt and reveal his cock, I wasn't sure I could take all of him.

"Gonna show you who you belong to, you didn't even wear panties, you're such a slut." Bellamy breathed out, grabbing onto my hips and pulling me closer, I felt his tip rub up and down my pussy, earning a moan from me when it rubbed against my clit.

Bellamy smirked and thrusted into me. I moaned at the sudden feeling of being full, I felt my walls stretch around his cock. The pain was soon replaced with pleasure as his thumb traced circles around my clit.

"Gonna make you feel so good, slut, only I'm gonna make you feel this good."

His thrusts started off slow, a torturing pace. But it was enough to get my legs shaking, combined with his words and his thumb on my clit I was already cumming with a loud moan.

"Fuuuck, you sound so pretty cumming on my dick, princess, just like that."

Bellamy began thrusting harder, continuously hitting my sweet spot over and over again, forcing my back to arch. It all just felt too good.

His free hand came up and shoved my bra down, he made quick work of toying with my breasts. His groans became breathier, his grunts of pleasure enhancing my experience.

"Who do you belong to? Say it." With every word he spoke, he pulled out and slammed right back into me, forcing a pleasure-filled scream out of me, one part of me hoped nobody heard, and the other hoped everyone knew who was fucking me.

I already felt like I was gonna cum again, both his hands found their way to my hips, holding me down roughly.

When I couldn't reply he stopped all movements, leaving me whining and whimpering, I needed his cock, I craved it.

"Say it, or I swear to god I will drag you out of this rover and fuck you in front of everybody." I had no choice but to speak, not because I was scared of people seeing but because I needed him to keep fucking me, I needed to be used by him.

"I belong to you Bell, now please keep fucking me, please," I pleaded, my eyes fogging over with lust, all I could think about was him and his cock.

Bellamy smirked, satisfied with my answer, he began fucking me harder and faster than before. Chasing his own high. I was sure his grip on my hips would leave bruises, but I was glad, I wanted to remember this moment forever.

Wet loud sounds filled the vehicle, our moans intertwining as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled my ears. His cock filled my pussy so well, I knew nobody would ever fuck me this good again, I was all his.

My pussy clenched around his cock and I felt him twitch inside of me, he liked that.

"Keep doing that, be good for me princess."

I obeyed him and kept clenching, my legs now wrapped around his hips, needing him deeper inside me.

"So close, so close," He let out between moans, his thrusts now becoming sloppier. "Fuuck,"

I felt his warm cum fill my pussy, his thrust came to a slow gentle pace, still fucking his cum into me.

After catching his breath he pulled out, now leaving me feeling empty without him.

Just as he was about to say something the door behind him opened, revealing Kyle. A shocked, jaw-dropped Kyle. Bellamy quickly moved in front of me as Kyle took in the sight. Once he realized the situation he slammed the door.

My face was flushed red but Bellamy found the situation hilarious.

"I never want this to end," I admit, looking into his eyes.

"Then it won't, princess."

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Bellamy Blake x Reader

Diana Sydney's daughter is sent to the ground with 99 other delinquents. While her mother schemes for power and destruction aboard the Ark, y/n must navigate the harsh realities of survival on the ground. As she confronts her own trauma and struggles to define her morality in the face of chaos, she grapples with the ultimate question: Will she rise above her past and choose the path of goodness, or will her mother's influence shape her destiny and lead her down a darker path?

Season 1

Part  1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 6.5 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10

Edge Of Exile

Bellamy Blake x Reader

As the ark struggles to establish a new home on Earth, Y/N, a prisoner from flint station seems to be the only one who can save them from themselves. the group finds themselves thrust into a dangerous power struggle that threatens to tear the community apart. Faced with betrayal, deceit, and factions vying for control, Y/N must navigate a treacherous landscape of alliances and rivalries.

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The Other Side

John Murphy x Reader

A grounder marked as a spy for the commander is tasked with the case of gathering intel on a group of survivors that fell from the sky. Falling for a member of this foreign group leads the clan into bloodshed.

Part 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

Lost

A normal plane ride back home ends in shambles as the plane crashes on a remote island far from home. That last survivors band together to survive and uncover the secrets of the island.

Part 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

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Completed the Unovan quartet! Warm welcome to: Rosemary 'Rosa' Whitley and Detective Nathaniel 'Nate' Blake!

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bellamy, to the delinquents: you guys are losers, i’m so tired of looking after you all.

miller: why are you sitting with us then?

bellamy: because i have no friends

bellamy: also clarke’s mad at me

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Clarke turns into the stream of water and lets out a small hurt-animal whimper. Bellamy pulls back the shower door a bit, to peer at her face. “Scratches hurt?”

She huffs a little laugh: “I’m not gonna turn into a wolf or anything, am I?”

“Eh. Folklore, that’s all. Anyway, witches can’t turn into werewolves. You are what you are forever, or at least until you die.” He closes the sliding door, and Clarke can hear him rummaging around the bathroom. “Here, let me…” he opens the door again, making Clarke shiver. “You’re still bleeding a little.” He touches her face gently with a washcloth. “You should wash them out a bit better.”

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experience

part 1

matt sturniolo x reader

a/n: surprise 😋

summary: y/n heads off to college in a few weeks. the only problem? she knew next to nothing about any physical interactions. no sex. no kisses. nothing. so what happens when her best friend, matt, knows just the way to fix her dilemma?

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“matt i don’t even know what to pack” i look up at matt, who was laying on my bed, throwing my hands down in defeat as i sat with my suitcase open, clothes scattered all over the floor.

“i think you’ve got a good start.” he gestures to the items that were neatly folded inside the suitcase.

“this is stressful.” i sigh, rubbing my hands down my face.

“you’ll be alright. i promise” he assures me. i roll my eyes.

“you don’t know that.” i retort.

“yes i do. i wouldn’t promise you if i didn’t. what about it is stressing you out?” he turns his phone down and adjusts his position on the bed to completely face me.

“all of it.” i reply bluntly.

“well can you be more specific so i can at least try to help you?” matt questions.

i really didn’t want to tell him one of the main reasons why i was stressed out. i’m not even sure if “stress” is the word for it.

truth be told, i’m the most inexperienced person i know. i’ve never had a boyfriend. i’ve never kissed anyone. i’ve never had sex. nothing.

and now in a few weeks i was getting thrown right into college life.

i’d be lying if i said i didn’t feel insecure about it. i knew that everyone around me was going to have at the very least a kiss under their belt. not me though.

there was going to be a whole new display of men at my disposal, and along with that, a whole new group of pretty, experienced girls.

i felt pathetic.

but how could i admit to my childhood best friend that i was stressed out about going to college because i was a virgin? that i had never felt the touch of a man?

but it was matt. i told matt everything. always have. always will.

without even thinking, i blurt “i’m a virgin.”

“what?” matt’s eyes widen at my confession.

“i’ve never had sex. i’ve never been kissed. i’ve never even had a boyfriend, matt. i feel like a child.” i explain, matt’s eyes never leaving mine.

“you don’t have to have done any of those things to be ‘cool’ y/n/n.” his voice was soft and reassuring.

“that’s easy for you to say matt. you have girls practically worshipping the ground you walk on just for a chance with you.” he didn’t get it. he has had girlfriends. he has had kisses. he’s had sex. i didn’t have that.

“who’s to say you don’t have guys doing the same for you?” he raises an eyebrow at me.

“oh really? name one.” i insist.

“oh i can name several. brandon jones bought you 12 of those goofy ass over priced roses that student council was selling for valentine’s day and asked you to prom. you turned down all of his advances. 8th grade, when we were playing spin the bottle in nate’s basement, aiden griffin begged you to play, and when you said no, he didn’t play either.” he holds up a finger for each boy he recalls.

“that’s only two. plus, i hate roses and i always go to dances with you. and also, i didn’t exactly want to have my first kiss with anyone on your hockey team.” i defend.

“you didn’t let me finish.” he hushes me. “jack waters asked you out 4 times and you said no every. single. time.”

“okay okay i get it” i grumble, praying he would shut up.

he was right. i never even gave anyone a chance. it was my fault i had such a lack of experience. there was plenty of opportunity.

which is why i wasn’t even sure why i was sitting here, wallowing in self pity over things i could’ve done ages ago had i not rejected any boy who showed interest in me. until now, guys and everything that came along with that just didn’t seem like a priority to me. i had my best friend, who treated me perfect, and that was enough for me. matt would be there any time a boy made me cry. he would hold me and tell me that they aren’t worth my time, that i deserved the world. i whole heartedly believed anything that came out of his mouth, which i can only assume is partially to blame for my ridiculous standards.

matt treated me like a princess. matt tied my shoes when i was little and didn’t know how, matt was patient when i was learning how to ride my bike without training wheels, matt would eat the green and purple skittles because he knew i only liked the red and orange, matt knew the sidewalk rule, matt covered the edge of the table with his hand when i would drop something underneath so i wouldn’t hit my head when i came back up, matt went all out for my birthday each year, matt had gotten me flowers and chocolate for valentine’s day every year since we were 7. matt did it all.

matt was the best friend i could ever ask for.

he would do anything for me.

which was exactly why, despite my outward reaction, i wasn’t at all surprised by this proposal.

“what if i helped you? i teach you how to do all the things before you got to college so you aren’t going in there blind.”

“like as in-“ i speak slow and unsurely before he cut me off.

“like as in kiss you, have sex with you, what ever you think you need to know before you leave. we can start small and work our way up.” he stares at me intently, as if he was trying to read my face.

“are you sure?” i question.

“if that’s what you want. i want to help you. that’s what friends are for anyway, right? making each other feel good?”

sure, friends are supposed to make each other “feel good”. but by doing friend things.

not sex.

no strings attached though, right? strictly business. people do friends with benefits all the time.

it couldn’t hurt.

matt’s my best friend. he just wants to help me out. friends help each other.

that’s what this is. help.

helping me reach an orgasm.

“nothing has to change between us. we will still be best friends. you don’t have to say yes. if you don’t want to do it, we can just forget thing conversation ever happened alright? i just want you to be comfortable.” he explains.

“deal.” i hold my hand out.

“deal.” he grabs my hand and shakes it.

“but if you’re having doubts, or feelings get involved, or anything goes wrong, we have to cut it off okay?” i narrow my eyes at him. i needed him to know i was serious about our friendship. i could t lose him just because i felt like a helpless virgin.

“got it” he nods.

“so, when should this whole thing start?” i cock my head to the side.

matt leans down from his position on my bed, places his hand on my cheek and slowly leans in.

“here.” he says as his lips ghost over mine.

before i say a word, our lips connect. my eyes go wide for a second before i relax into the kiss. his lips were just as soft as they looked.

i was having my first kiss.

with my best friend.

holy fuck.

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Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week 2023

Day 2 : favourite underrated friendship

Nate and Clarke

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Part 4

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The following day greets you with a fragile tranquility, remnants of the prior day's chaos fading slowly into memory. As you, Bellamy, and Charlotte prepare to depart from the refuge of the cave, the crackling of the dying fire serves as a backdrop to the scene.

"Alright, let's get moving," Bellamy declares as he adjusts the straps of his pack. "We need to find Atom and figure out what the hell happened."

Bellamy, ever the impulsive one, rushes past you, his movements quick and purposeful. "Come on, let's go!" He calls over his shoulder to Charlotte, his brow is furrowed in concentration, eyes scanning the trees for any sign of Atom.

You nod in agreement, your own thoughts mirroring his as they move forward. you hang back for a moment. Your thoughts drift back to the young girl, Charlotte.

Despite her innocent appearance, there's something about her that rubs you the wrong way, a nagging feeling of unease that you can't quite shake.

The forest calls beyond the mouth of the cave, sunlight spearing the lush canopy to cast scattered gold upon the floor. You breathe deep the scent of rich earth and new growth, a balm after the underground darkness.

Your reverie shatters at a bloodcurdling scream - "Charlotte!" - your cry ricocheting off stone walls.

Wildly you scan the shadows for her and Bellamy. And then you see him - Atom, lying motionless on the ground. Dread grips you like a vice as you rush to his side.

"Atom." His name catches in your tight throat. With a racing pulse you grab for Atom's wrist, desperate for the beat of life.

Bellamy joins your bedside vigil over Atom's fog-ravaged body. Together you take stock of the horrific burns, the damage beyond healing. Atom stirs feebly at your whispers, eyes slitting open to fix on your faces.

"You think he's gonna make it?" Bellamy asks, unspoken fear dimming his usual arrogance.

You shake your head, your own voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know, Bellamy. It doesn't look good." Atom stirs at your touch, his eyes fluttering open, and he begs for mercy in a hoarse whisper.

Bellamy falters, Adam's apple bobbing. "Easy there, buddy," Bellamy says softly, hand hovering awkwardly over Atom's quaking shoulder. "We're here to help."

Atom's cracking voice interrupts, raw with agony. "Please," he gasps, fingers plucking at Bellamy's sleeve. "...make it stop."

Atom's eyes roll toward you, teeming with pain and desperate appeal, pleading for relief.

An unbearable decision hangs before you as you exchange a tense glance with Bellamy, each of you silently questioning if you're capable of making such a decision. Bellamy clutches the knife Charlotte handed him with whitened knuckles, hesitating.

The heavy quiet shatters at the crunch of leaves. Glancing up, you spot Clarke rushing toward you, Finn and Wells on her heels. Her gaze darts between you and Bellamy, questions burning behind her eyes.

"What happened?" she demands breathlessly.

You gesture helplessly to where Atom lays. "We found Atom," you explain, your voice heavy with emotion. Clarke's eyes widen, taking in his charred and weeping skin. "He's been burned by the fog. We don't know if he's gonna...”

You trail off but Clarke understands. With calm purpose, she kneels beside the boy, meeting his clouded eyes.

Some silent exchange seems to pass between them before she takes his hand. Then, gaze never leaving his, she draws her knife in one smooth motion. Atom doesn't flinch.

Humming softly, Clarke ends his suffering, the mercy killing masked behind that gentle melody. You look away, blinking through a film of tears as she continues humming him into the next life.

Finally, the song fades to silence. Hesitantly you glance back to see Clarke straightening slowly, face pale but composed. Her eyes shine with memories of other losses requiring similar strength.

You watch mutely as Clarke ends Atom's agony with that mournful melody, closing your eyes against the final act of mercy. A prickle on the back of your neck makes you glance over at Charlotte.

The girl stands frozen, transfixed by the blood blossoming across Atom's shirt. Her youthful face holds no horror or pity - only an eerie understanding that chills your bones.

Clarke's voice breaks the spell and Charlotte's faraway look vanishes, replaced by wide-eyed innocence as she meets your probing eyes.

…

Twilight bled through the trees as you trudged back to camp, haunted and exhausted. Atom lay cradled in a makeshift bed, head lolling with each footfall.

Every glimpse of his burnt and lifeless face, now at peace, cut deep. You slipped through the camp gates to find anxious faces of your fellow survivors ringing around him.

Bellamy's grim head shake was all it took to curdle the atmosphere from one of hopeful anticipation to one of somber mourning. Only Wells lingered, features carved with sorrow.

“I’ll go dig Atoms grave,” he offered quietly, nodding toward a secluded glade. Bellamy nodded before he stalked into the deepening gloom beyond the fires pits.

Too hollowed out for conversation, you drifted toward the dropship. As you made your way there, your attention was briefly drawn to a commotion nearby.

Bellamy stood locked in a heated exchange with Murphy, his voice continuing to rise in anger. You spared a glance at the confrontation, witnessing Bellamy grab Murphy's shirt and scream in his face.

“You lose anyone here?" Bellamy’s voice was laced with bitterness. "Jasper?"

Murphy's response was curt. "Still breathing. Barely. I tried to take him out, but your psycho little sister..."

In an instant, Bellamy lunged at Murphy, pulling Murphy close by the collar of his shirt. "My what? My what?" Bellamy's voice was a low growl, filled with anger and barely contained fury.

Murphy met his gaze with a steely resolve. "Your little sister."

Bellamy's grip tightened, his frustration boiling over. "Yeah, that's right. My little sister. Got anything else you want to say about her?"

Murphy's expression remained impassive as he studied Bellamy's face. "Nothing. Sorry."

With a final shove, Murphy pushed Bellamy off of him. With a shake of your head, you turned away Stepping into the dropship, you were greeted by its familiar smell - a mixture of sweat and metal. It was a scent that had become synonymous with home, despite its less-than-pleasant connotations.

Inside, Octavia, Finn, and Monty sat together, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of dim lights. They passed around a bottle, their laughter filling the air as you walked over to join.

You accepted the burning mouthful passed your way, the fiery liquid providing a temporary reprieve from the ache in your chest

Octavia took a swig from the bottle, her face contorting slightly at the taste. "Ugh, this stuff tastes like it's been sitting out in the sun for weeks."

Finn chuckled, taking the bottle from her and raising it to his lips. "Well, beggars can't be choosers, O."

You reached out for the bottle, taking a small sip before passing it along. "Yeah, it's definitely better than nothing." A moment of silence fell over the group as they each took a turn with the bottle, lost in their own thoughts.

A sudden clamor jerked you back to the present moment. With wide eyes, you spun around to see Jasper half risen from his sickbed, his laughter echoing through the air despite the split lips that marred his face.

"Can I, uh, get a hit of that?" Jasper's request, though laced with exhaustion, carried a glimmer of his usual mischievous spirit.

"Jasper!" Octavia exclaimed, relief flooding her voice as she approached his bedside.

You stood beside him, your voice a soothing murmur as you attempted to calm his delirium. "Easy there, Jasper," you said softly, your eyes filled with concern.

Jasper grinned back at you, his eyes bright with feverish excitement. " “Was that a dream or did I get speared?" he said, his words slurred with exhaustion.

Octavia shot you a grateful smile, her hands still resting on Jasper's shoulders as she guided him back down onto the bed. "He's a tough one, that's for sure," she said, her voice tinged with admiration.

Octavia shot you a grateful smile, her hands still resting on Jasper's shoulders as she guided him back down onto the bed. "He's a tough one, that's for sure," she said, her voice tinged with admiration. Clarke's voice joined in with a hint of teasing.

"Thank you for not dying. I don’t think I could’ve taken that today."

Jasper's playful demeanor returned as he quipped, "I'll try not to die tomorrow, too, if that's cool."

A bubble of astonished laughter escaped you, the tension of the moment breaking as you allowed yourself a moment of unbridled joy at Jasper's unexpected recovery.

…

Delinquents hurried about their tasks, their movements a blend of urgency and weariness. Some tended to the camp's makeshift defenses, reinforcing barricades and sharpening weapons. the sound of hammering and the shuffle of feet as everyone worked together to fortify their makeshift home.

Worn beyond exhaustion, you retreated to your dim, motionless shelter, seeking refuge from the heat.

No sooner had your body slumped atop the threadbare blanket than a blazing sunbeam shattered the tomblike gloom. Blinking against harsh daylight now spearing through your tent flap, you made out Octavia’s wild silhouette.

“Get up!” she ordered, panting as if she’d dashed straight here. “Jasper and I were exploring, we...look, you just gotta come see this.” A thread of real fear undercut her usual bravado.

“What’s going on?” Your chest constricted even as your legs obeyed, carrying you out beneath the unrelenting.

Octavia guided your steps, clutching one of your wrists and half-dragging you through the bustling camp to another tent where Clarke, Bellamy, and Jasper were already gathered.

Bursting inside, you blink at the grim tableau of Clarke, Bellamy and an alarmingly pale Jasper staring at a table. Octavia steers you to peer over Clarke's shoulder at a knife – and two severed fingers. Shock chokes the questions rising in your throat.

Clarke meets your horrified gaze grimly. “We found these just inside the gates.” She turns the knife around illuminating an embossed mark.

“The metal matches a broken panel on the dropship door.” Clarke took a deep breath, her resolve firm. "It means the Grounders didn't kill Wells. It was one of us," she stated, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air.

“Wait...” Jasper’s voice shakes. "So, there's a murderer in the camp?" His wide eyes dart frantically, as if a culprit might emerge from the shadows. Everyone exchanges ominous looks in the fraught silence. Jasper's expression grew more troubled by the moment. "Clarke?" he pressed.

“One of over fifty suspects.” Bellamy folds his arms, radiating tension. “We need to keep this quiet until we figure out who’s walking around down here mutilating people.”

His stern glare settles on each member in turn, even young Octavia who juts her chin defiantly. “No one discusses this outside this tent. As far as the rest know, this never happened. Understood?”

Clarke's eyes flash, jaw set like stone. "Get out of my way, Bellamy," she warns, hand straying to the knife. "Whoever did this needs to answer for it." Jasper shifts anxiously from foot to foot in the wake of the standoff.

Bellamy stands firm, looming larger. "And what exactly is your plan, Clarke? Just gonna wave that knife around 'till the guilty party breaks down confessing?" Derision laces his scoff.

Clarke bristles, getting in his face now. "Yeah, maybe I'll start with you. What are you gonna do... keep people afraid and they'll work for you? Is that it?" she retorted, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Bellamy barks out a harsh laugh. "Yeah. That's it."

As Clarke and Bellamy trade barbs, their words fade against the roaring in your ears. Surely concealing such darkness cannot end well...yet revealing it prematurely may unleash chaos. You clear your throat, drawing sharp eyes.

"Maybe - maybe Bellamy has a point," you venture, pulse thudding. "Panic helps no one." Clarke regards you almost betrayed, but you stand firm. “There’s more than one murderer in this camp... whoever they are, they're already outnumbered.”

Bellamy gives you an appraising look, a new glint of respect behind his brooding eyes as you continue, “It’s better to keep this between us. We don’t even know whose knife that is.”

"Oh, really?" she grinds out. " J.M. John Murphy. The people have a right to know.”

…

Clarke stormed out of the tent, her anger radiated. You exchanged a tense glance with Bellamy before your eyes wandered around the camp, searching for any signs of trouble.

In the distance, you spotted Charlotte standing alone, her expression troubled as she watched the unfolding confrontation. With a sinking feeling in your chest, you made your way toward her, your footsteps echoing off the dirt of the camp.

"Charlotte, are you okay?" you asked gently, your voice soft with concern as you approached her. She turned to you, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty.

"I... I don't know," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

You crouched down beside her, your gaze searching hers for any hint of what was wrong. That's when you noticed the blood on her hand, stark against her pale skin.

Your heart skipped a beat as you reached out to gently take her hand in yours, your fingers brushing against the sticky warmth of the blood.

"What happened?" you asked

Charlotte swallowed hard, her eyes brimming with tears. "I... I don't remember," she admitted, her voice trembling with fear. The voices of the crowd rang out in agreement with Bellamy and Clarke, their cries echoing through the air.

You turned just in time, watching in horror as the crowd grew increasingly antsy, their fury unleashed upon Murphy.

You pushed through the swarm, fighting to reach Clarkes side. The chants for Bellamy to finish the job filled the air, the sound sending a chill down your spine. You raised your voice above the clamor hoping to sway the crowd with reason.

"This isn't justice, it's vengeance!"  you shouted, your words echoing through the tumultuous air. But despite your efforts, the mob seemed deaf to reason, their anger consuming them.

Bellamy and Clarke were at the center of it all. You pushed your way through the crowd, determined to reach him and divert his attention from Clarke as they exchanged heated remarks.

“This is on you, princess. You should’ve kept your mouth shut.” You heard

You pushed Bellamy’s chest, "Bellamy, stop them!" you called out, your words barely audible over the roar of the crowd grasping Bellamy's arm. "Murphy wouldn't kill Wells. It was someone else.” The chants grew louder, each of the delinquents shouting Bellamy’s name in unison.

For an instant Bellamy meets your eyes, something wavering behind his mask of cold command. But then his chin lifts with familiar obstinance. Bellamy wrenches his wrist away, striding toward the rigged noose where Murphy spits curses.

Your lungs burn, the frenzied crowd pressing oppressively as Bellamy kicks the crate from under Murphy's feet. the crowd erupting into cheers of approval

The cheers and jeers clash violently with the roaring panic in your head. You glimpse Finn shoving through the human wall, only to disappear under grasping arms. “What the hell are you doing? Cut him down! Charlotte what are you doing?”

Then a small voice shrieks out, "Stop!" The crowd parts for Charlotte's quaking form. "Murphy didn't kill anyone," she gasps. "I stabbed Wells!"

Stunned silence drops like a smothering veil. Bellamy's smugness cracks, eyes darting wildly. Charlotte's confession rings in your pounding head as she repeats, "I killed him.

It took a moment for you to understand, but you knew what needed to be done.

With a swift movement, you reached for the axe at Bellamy's waist, your fingers closing around the handle with a steely determination. With one swing you cut the rope holding Murphy captive, freeing him from his bonds as Finn hurried to untie him.

"Get Charlotte away from here," Clarke hisses at your ear. Her fingers dig into your bicep, face set with determination to quell the riot brewing again in Bellamy's wake.

Clarke gives you a small shove and you run, the girl's clammy hand clenched in yours away from the mob. Away from her unthinkable confession.

…

As you usher Charlotte back into the tent, anger burns hot within your body, thoughts swirling with the realization of her responsibility for Wells' death.

Clarke, Bellamy, and Finn enter the tent, their voices blending into a cacophony of resolution. Clarke's urgent call of your name pulls you out of your trance.

"Y/n? Hey, are you okay?" Clarke's voice cuts through the haze of your anger, her concern evident in her eyes.

Bellamy's voice breaks through, scanning your conflicted faces. “If you guys have any bright ideas, speak up. Now you stay quiet.” He groaned. Your response is immediate, the words dripping with bitterness. "We should hand her over," you declare.

Clarke, Bellamy, and Finn are stunned by your nonchalance, before they can respond, "She's just a kid!" Clarke argues as Bellamy scoffs, "Try again." Only Finn nods reluctantly, avoiding your gaze.

Murphy's tirade slices through the tent walls. With a frustrated huff, Bellamy pushes outside the tent to quell murphy’s incessant whining, Clarke and Finn on his heels.

Alone with Charlotte, you crouch down, taking her thin shoulders. "You need to run," you urge quietly. "Find Clarke and Finn." Wide-eyed, she manages a small nod. With one last glance, she disappears into the forest. 

You release a long breath, hoping you didn't just condemn or save her. ‘the girl may be young, but justice down here allows no exceptions.’

You thought to yourself, if anyone balks, you know Bellamy will back you. His dark eyes told you he reached the same conclusion long before tonight.

…

Bellamy approached the tent, you watched from your spot in the tent. Within a few steps inside, Murphy struck with a sudden, vicious blow, knocking Bellamy to the ground with a sickening thud.

Your breath caught in your throat as Murphy's rage turned toward Jasper, his fists flying in a brutal onslaught. With horror, you watched as Jasper crumpled under the force of the blows, his cries of pain echoing through the air.

Before Murphy could inflict any more damage, he stormed into the tent, only to find it empty.

…

[stephschoices]

I LOVE YOUR BLOG! can I ask you some questions?

hope you don't mind the sheer mass of details. - Which 5 interactive fictions are you most looking forward to have an update? demo out already - Which 5 interactive fictions are you most looking forward to have a demo out? no demo yet - Which 5 interactive fictions are you all time favorites? fully published - Which 5 love interests are your all time favorites? a) from published games, b) from wips - Which 5 mcs are your favorites? they don't even have to be from any of the interactive fiction above - Which 3 tropes are your absolute favorites that you would always go for? - If you had to pick between your favorite love interests, which would you: marry, kiss, smash, kill? - what kind of interactive fiction was not written yet but you hope somebody will write it one day?

Now more personal, again, only if it is ok for you.

- your favorite food - your favorite (printed) book - your favorite love interest from a video game - which celebrity would you like to meet if it could be absolutely anybody?

thank you for hearing me out steph - hope your day is beautiful

Thank you for all the questions lol 😂 sorry it took me a while to answer!

This is gonna be long so under the cut!

Which 5 interactive fictions are you most looking forward to have an update? demo out already

@theunseelieif

@fallenlightsif

@esper-game

@sekhmetswrath-if

@unwilling-souls-if

Which 5 interactive fictions are you most looking forward to have a demo out? no demo yet

@pavedinashes-if

@inkandlaces-if

@dereliction-if

@ellawrites-if (whisper in the mist)

@indeepertidesif

Which 5 interactive fictions are you all time favorites? fully published

i dont read many fully published ifs so if i had to choose some that have at least one fully finished book-

@barbwritesstuff (blood moon)

when the night comes

@the-passenger-if

@seraphinitegames (wayhaven chronicles)

@gb-patch (our life now & forever)

Which 5 love interests are your all time favorites? a) from published games, b) from wips

finished:

cove (@gb-patch - our life now & forever)

vadeyn (@underbliss - ebon light)

marco (@barbwritesstuff - blood moon)

nate (@seraphinitegames - wayhaven chronicles)

hadrian (@anathemafiction - the golden rose)

wips:

morgan (@theunseelieif)

pepe (@inkandlaces-if)

xander (@unwilling-souls-if)

tie between blade & red (@shepherds-of-haven)

griffin (@bodycountgame)

Which 5 mcs are your favorites? they don't even have to be from any of the interactive fiction above

this is really tough, but at the moment i'll say

tie between indigo & este & jade (paved in ashes / ink & laces)

fleur (unwilling souls)

cyra (the unseelie)

tie between rumaiza & leliana (disenchanted)

tie between ellery & arainia (shepherds of haven)

Which 3 tropes are your absolute favorites that you would always go for?

best friend or childhood friends to lovers

monster who thinks theyre unlovable x person who loves them unconditionally

arranged marriage

If you had to pick between your favorite love interests, which would you: marry, kiss, smash, kill?

marry: vadeyn, morgan, xander, red

kiss: cove, hadrian, pepe, blade

smash: marco, nate, griffin

kill: NO ONE

What kind of interactive fiction was not written yet but you hope somebody will write it one day?

anything based on my favorite media, right now im thinking video games; dragon age, swtor, fallout, bioshock, mass effect, tbh wouldnt mind one based on bg3 lol

your favorite food

taco bell

your favorite (printed) book

gonna be real honest, i havent read a book in many years lol but for the sake of answering i will unironically admit i love the twilight saga and read them all at least twice in middle and high school

your favorite love interest from a video game

official: Cullen (Dragon Age), Anders (Dragon Age), Alistair (Dragon Age), Theron (SWTOR), Gale (BG3), Kaidan (Mass Effect), Danse (Fallout)

unofficial: Butch (Fallout), Max (The Outer Worlds)

which celebrity would you like to meet if it could be absolutely anybody

hmmm this is tough but I'd say all members of Day6, Mamamoo, Ateez, and Itzy. And also DPR Ian <3 I'd say VAV too but I've already met them ~

[wayhavenots]

tagged in the ♡ last line tag game by @fauville

share the last line of your wip and tag as many people as it has words

was looking to see if I had anything worth sharing in any of my wips and the only one that wasn't totally horrible was this, from the Mermaid AU:

And Nate hasn't heard from her since.

a tag (no pressure at all!!!) for @serenpedac @nabulsi @grapecaseschoices @griffin-wood @nerdierholler @nerdferatum @amlovelies

[frecklesandfanfics]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35570956/chapters/107006121

Bellamy is still standing in the kitchen, examining Clarke’s face too closely. “You okay, Princess? You look a little pale.”

In a clipped, sharp tone, she says, “fine.”

She can easily see that he doesn’t believe her, and he drops his keys on the counter to come sit next to her on the floor. He’s quiet for a moment and then, changing the subject: “Do I really have to wear a suit to this stupid party?”

“Hundred percent, you do.”

[xox000xox]

250 Hollywood Celebrities Sign Letter Demanding Big Tech Censor Anyone Who Opposes Trans Surgeries On Kids

Here are the names of every celebrity who wants to mutilate children. Remember them & for Gods sake, stop supporting their products, movies, shows etc.

Abby Wambach

Adam Eli

Aitch Alberto

AJ Shively

Alan Cumming

Alejandra Caraballo

Alejandra Ghersi

Alex Clark

Alexandra Gutierrez

Alisa Ramirez

Allie Leonard

Allison Goldfrapp

ALOK Vaid-Menon

Alyssa May Gold

Alyssa Milano

Amber Ruffin

Amber Tamblyn

Amy Schumer

Amy Landecker

Andrew Polk

Angelica Ross

Annaleigh Ashford

Antoni Porowski

Aparna Brielle

Arden Myrin

Ariana Grande

Arisce Wanzer

Avan Jogia

Barbie Ferreira

Bebe Rexha

Bella Ramsey

Ben Barnes

Benito Skinner

Benj Pasek

Bethany Cosentino

Bethany Leavel

Billy Eichner

Billy Porter

Bob the Drag Queen

Bobby Berk

Bonnie Milligan

Brad Oscar

Bradley Whitford

Brandon Matthews

Brendan Hines

Bretman Rock

Brian Smith

Brigette Lundy-Paine

Brittany Tomlinson

Busy Philipps

Caesar Samoya

Camila Cabello

Camille A Brown

Cara Delevingne

Chani Nicholas

Chella Man

Chelsea Handler

Cheyenne Jackson

Chris Perfetti

Christa Miller

Cleo Wade

Colton Haynes

Corey Jantzen

Cynthia Erivo

Cynthia McWilliams

Cynthia Nixon

Cyrus Veyssi

D’Arcy Carden

Dakota Fanning

Dan Levy

Darren Criss

David Shatraw

David Oulton

Debra Messing

Deepica Mutyala

Demi Lovato

Des McAnuff

Devery Jacobs

Diana Maria Riva

Diane Guerrero

Dylan Mulvaney

Ed Droste

Eddie Ndopu

EJ Marcus

Elegance Bratton

Eliot Rahal

Elle Fanning

Elliot Page

Emily Hampshire

Emily V. Gordon

Emma Hunton

Erin Reed

Estefania Pessoa

FLETCHER

Freddy Thomas

Gabrielle Union-Wade

Gigi Gorgeous

Glennon Doyle

Gottmik

Grace Kuhlenschmidt

Griffin Dunne

Haley Baldwin Bieber

Hannah Gadsby

Harry Lambert

Hayley Kiyoko

Hilary Montez

Ilana Glazer

Indya Moore

Isaac Mizrahi

Jackie Bazan

Jacob Tierney

Jai Rodriguez

Jameela Jamil

James Blake

James Scully

Jaymes Vaughan

Jamie Lee Curtis

Janaya Khan

Janelle Monáe

Janet Hubert

Jazz Jennings

Jenna Lyons

Jennifer Kerr

Jeremy Fall

Jessica Betts

Jillian Mercado

Jinkx Monsoon

Joe DiPietro

Jonathan Van Ness

Jonathan Bennett

Jonny Pierce

Jordan Stenmark

Jordan Firstman

Jordan Roth

JP Saxe

Judd Apatow

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Justin Tranter

Kal Penn

Kamar de los Reyes

Karamo Brown

Kate Reinders

Katherine LaNasa

Kathryn Grody

Kellie Overbey

Kelly Devine

Kendrick Sampson

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Kevin Cahoon

Ki Griffin

Kimber Elayne Sprawl

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Laverne Cox

Lena Dunham

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Lena Hall

Lilly Singh

Lily Rabe

Liv Hewson

Liza Koshy

Lola Tung

Lorin Latarro

Lovell Adams-Gray

Lucky Bromhead

Mae Martin

Mae Whitman

Maggie Boccella

Maitreyi Ramakrishnan

Mandy Patinkin

Marc Jacobs

Marc Kudisch

Marieme Diop

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Matt McGorry

Matt Walton

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Michelle Buteau

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Moj Mahdara

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Munroe Bergdorf

Nate Wonder

Nats Getty

Neila Karassik

Nicholas Ferroni

Nico Carney

Nico Santos

Nico Tortorella

Nicole Maines

Niecy Nash-Betts

Nik Dodani

Ocean Vuong

Olly Alexander

Our Lady J

Padma Lakshmi

Patrick Stewart

Patti LuPone

Peppermint

Phillip Picardi

Phoebe Robinson

Poorna Jagannathan

Rachel Cargle

Rafael Silva

Ramy Youssef

Randy Shulman

Raquel Willis

Richa Moorjani

Rob Holysz

Robert Horn

Rory Dahl

Rosario Dawson

Rupi Kaur

Sam Smith

Sander Jennings

Sandy Rustin

Sara Bareilles

Sara Ramirez

Sarah Ramos

Sasha Velour

Scott Turner Schofield

Shawn Mendes

Shea Couleé

Shea Diamond

Sherri Saum

Sinead Burke

Solomon Hughes

Stephen Kunken

Susie Park

T. Oliver Reid

Taika Waititi

Tan France

Tatiana Maslany

Tess Holliday

Tiffany Namtu

Tommy Dorfman

Tracee Ellis Ross

Travis Alabanza

Tunde Adebimpe

Vivek Shraya

Wanda Sykes

Warren Carlyle

Wayne Cilento

Wilson Cruz

Yves Mathieu East

Zoë Chao

Zooey Deschanel

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[ranger-ribbons]

Ollie Akana Headcanons:

(Warning: mentions spoilers, mentions abuse, mentions sexual assault)

1.) Despite his vehement denial of all things ghosts and spirit like, Ollie likes supernatural shows like Supernatural (he stopped watching after season 5 or 6, whenever the Leviathans came) and Stranger Things

2.) Ollie had nightmares for weeks about being turned evil by the Void King and Void Queen, then working as a double agent for Zedd. His s/o reassures him for hours after these nightmares.

3.) Ollie wasn't evil during his time with Zedd. He was a double agent working around the clock to help his friends in any sort of way he could

4.) Ollie's father was a piece of shit and abused him and his mom. Ollie was six when his father died, via falling down the stairs. Ollie doesn't regret it. Ollie also doesn't miss him.

5.) Ollie is protective of his mother to the point that he checks on her three times a day outside of normal texting

6.) Ollie is the youngest of the Rangers, not Izzy. He's 16 at the start of Dino Fury. He skipped a few grades, currently he's registered for online college classes. There's also a reason that Solon and the other Rangers call him Boy Genius/Baby Genius

7.) Ollie's heroes include: his mother, Billy Cranston, Rose Ortiz, Riley Griffin, Nate Silva, Hayley Ziktor, Andros, Jen Scotts, Taylor Earhardt, and Cam Watanabe

8.) There was a point in his life when Ollie very much wanted to be a pirate

9.) Ollie's been in karate since he was a kid, fencing since he was 14

10.) Billy offers Ollie an internship at Cranston Tech when Ollie graduates college. Ollie happily accepts.

11.) Ollie is well aware of other dimensions and would LOVE to go visit them if given the chance

12.) Ollie can speak and understand multiple languages due to his travels with his mother. The only ones he'd say he's fluent to mastery in are English, Japanese, and Hawaiian

13.) Ollie was bullied in school and people did tend to stay away because he was young, not just because of his attitude regarding group projects

14.) Ollie was sexually assaulted as a kid, around age 12 to 13. His mother won a million dollar lawsuit off the situation in order to take down the school, that teacher, and the board of education members that allowed it. She refused to let Ollie testify because he burst into tears at the thought and she refused to out him under more duress

15.) Ollie has ptsd, anxiety, and a minor form of OCD

16.) Ollie's OCD contributes a lot to his attitude regarding group projects, not just his pride

17.) Ollie is bisexual, leaning more towards girls, and polygamous

18.) Ollie writes poetry to cope with his trauma and his feelings