#t100 x reader

[petertingle-yipyip]

MOONLIGHT - BELLAMY BLAKE

Pairing: Bellamy x reader

Word Count: 2,247

Summary: A quick hunting run goes bad so you’re forced to make a choice, but as expected, Bellamy is on your side. Finding some quiet afterwards allows a kinder moment amongst the chaos of the Ground.

Benefit of being older than The 100, they for the most part saw you as an authority figure. There were some that saw you as an equal and it all made no difference to you.

You were on the Ground. You were with people you cared about. Ultimately, you still won.

Everything seemed okay until one day, you were out with a small group that Bellamy assigned for you to hunt with. You had just thrown the small, handmade knife at the creature that you hadn’t even fully identified. Before you could get closer and regather your weapon, you were shoved from behind.

You hit face first against a tree and your skin burned with the new scrape. A hand landed on each arm and two hit at the base of your shoulders to pull your arms back while keeping you pressed against the rough bark.

“What the hell is this?” You asked angrily, jerking against the grip. It did nothing to free you, only anger the new marks on your cheek.

“Now that we’re far enough from camp, Bellamy can’t come to your rescue.” Murphy said from behind you. “We’ve come to a decision.”

“Great way to start.” You muttered, to which a new hand landed on the back of your head and pushed down to drag your face along the surface. You bit down the sound as you felt the new tears across your skin. “What do you want?” You asked loudly instead.

“We want you off the hunting team.” He answered flatly.

“What? Why? I’m the best hu-”

“You’re not the best.” He laughed. “You slow us down, actually. Just because you’re with Bellamy doesn’t mean you can get in my way.”

“You’re a goddamn idiot. Are you that self-centered that you can’t see this has nothing to do with Bellamy? I can track. I aced Earth botany. I can handle a blade better than any of you.”

They pulled you back and slammed you against the tree again.

“Everyone else is gonna starve because of your arrogance.” You warned.

“I think they’ll be fine.” He said and you just barely see the smirk. “You should worry about yourself.”

“Alright, fine.” You conceded.

It just wasn’t worth the fight.

“What was that?”

“Fine.” You said louder and your arms were released. “I’ll talk to Bellamy when we get back.”

“And this is your idea, right?”

You ground your teeth. “Right.”

Murphy smiled in triumph and gestured for you to guide the way. The other two went to gather the dead animal that you had nearly forgotten about. As they were dragging the carcass by, you stopped to free your knife and shove it back under your belt. You pressed gentle fingers against your cheek and felt the thin bunches of peeled skin accompanied with the slick feeling of fresh blood.

You kept your head down as you reentered camp. The boys were met with proud cheers and you were more worried about keeping your face hidden that you ran into Octavia.

“Hey.” She greeted before reaching for your shoulder. “What the hell happened out there?”

“Nothing.” You shook your head. “Where’s Bell?”

“Either in his tent or the Dropship. Y/N, what-“

“And Clarke?”

She sighed slightly, as if realizing you weren’t going to talk about it.

“Her tent.”

“Great, thanks.” You smiled quickly but her frown froze you for a second longer. “Don’t tell your brother?”

“He’s gonna see your face.” She complained.

“I know but by then, I’ll have an excuse. Please, Octavia.”

“Fine.” She sighed and you heard Bellamy’s voice in the distance.

“Thank you.” You nodded and ducked again before pushing through the crowd gathering to see what the team brought back.

You pushed into Clarke’s tent and there she was with Finn.

“I need your help.” You confessed and gestured to your face.

“Y/N, oh my god!” She exclaimed and ushered you to sit beside her.

You dropped cross-legged on the floor and shrugged your jacket off. Your hands landed in your lap as you allowed Clarke to move your face by your chin.

“This has gone too far.” She scolded.

“This was Murphy again?” Finn asked from Clarke’s side, shooting you wide and worried eyes.

“Yeah.” You admitted. “They want me off hunting, said I slow them down.” You mocked before blowing a sigh. “It’s not worth the fight anymore.”

“If you come off hunting, they’re gonna have to go more often. They don’t bring in enough when it’s just them.”

“They don’t care.” You shrugged. “But between them slamming into me, tripping me, pushing me, and now scratching the hell outta my face, I’m done with their little power plays. They wanna hunt so bad, be my guest.”

“What are you gonna tell Bellamy?” Clarke asked as she gently pressed a torn cloth to the sticky wounds and you winced. “Not much we can do to hide these.”

“That I’m too clumsy? Or I’m bored? I don’t know but I can’t tell him it was their idea. I get enough shit for the whole ‘king and queen’ thing.”

“He’s gonna lose his shit if he finds out. I mean, you heard what he did to Atom for kissing Octavia.” Finn continued. “Can’t imagine what he’d do to them for this.”

“I know.” You agreed and began to untie the braid you had done to keep your hair out of the way while you were hunting. “Hence why I have to convince him it’s my idea.”

“What’s your idea?” Bellamy spoke as he entered the tent and you jumped, shoving the cloth away and dropping your gaze down so your hair would hide your face.

“Finn, help me find the extra seaweed from the river that we used on Jasper.” Clarke said and you looked up at her in a panic. “I think it’ll help.” She offered genuinely.

“Help with what?” Bellamy asked. “Something happen out there?”

“That’s not what I’m worried about, Clarke.” You said through tight teeth and you subtly jerked your head towards Bellamy. “Don’t leave now.”

“What happened to your face, Y/N?” Bellamy asked, now kneeling in front of you.

You heard the two sets of feet leave and you sighed to yourself. With no other options, you tucked your hair out of the way and looked up to face him. You watched his eyes scan your face and linger on the still burning wounds on the side of your face. His jaw clenched and he took a deep breath before he took one of your hands in his.

“Who was it?” He asked lowly, staring at your joined hands.

“I tripped.” You lied and his shoulders shook slightly with a quiet laugh of disbelief. “Really, Bell. It’s fine.”

“Who did this to you, Y/N?” He urged, meeting your eyes. The anger in his stare could’ve burned a hole through the Ark.

“It…” You sighed and understood that there was no way that lie would work. “I don’t know who it was. They came up behind me and hit me against the roughest tree in the damn forest, apparently… But it does bring up something we need to talk about.”

He nodded for you to continue.

“I think, for a little while at least, I need to be off the hunting team.” You spoke carefully, treading lightly to avoid incriminating Murphy - despite deeply wanting to - and pissing off Bellamy more than he already was. “Something’s happened on almost every trip and it’s not productive.”

“What else has happened?” His brows furrowed.

Carefully, you lifted your shirt to show the bruise on your ribs from where Murphy had shoulder-checked you into a thick fallen tree trunk. Then you shifted the waistband in your pants to show the small collections of pricks from where Murphy pushed you into a small thorned bush. You flipped your lower lip to show the deep purple patch from the low hanging branch Murphy smacked you with. You pulled down the collar of your shirt to show your chest, littered with bruises and small knicks from the various falls you’d suffered by Murphy’s design.

“Just let Murphy lead them for a while.” You shrugged.

“They can’t feed this camp without you.” Bellamy shook his head. “What you brought in today will last us three or four days. They can barely get us through two.”

“Then send others with them to make up for it. I don’t know what you want from me, Bell.”

“I want you to tell me the truth.” He urged gently, though the demand didn’t go unnoticed. “One of those guys out there do this to you?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You sighed. “Tell me you agree.”

“I will when you tell me the truth.”

“Bellamy.” You groaned, drawing out his name.

He raised his eyebrows with a tilt of his head and you pursed your lips to form a small pout. The stare down only lasted for a few seconds before you broke and stared at your hands, safely tucked away within his grasp.

You knew you were safe with Bellamy. You could tell him anything, that much he always promised you. But Murphy was crafty, sneaky. He’d find a way to get to you when Bellamy wasn’t looking.

Yet if you told Bellamy, maybe he would be looking more often.

“Murphy and I got into an argument.” You began, carefully choosing your words. “We went back and forth and then I got shoved. I don’t know if he orchestrated it or if someone was just being opportunistic but I can’t keep this up. I’m tired and my body hurts and I just need a break.”

He nodded slightly, clearly still processing your words. You watched his eyes for some sort of hint to his reaction, but he was guarded in his thought process. His put a hand on your unmarked cheek and his thumb stroked your cheekbone gently.

“Okay.” He said quietly.

“That’s it?” You quirked a brow. “No trying to convince me otherwise?”

“No.” He laughed slightly. “Y/N, you’ve been out there fighting for us and taking all sorts of beatings. If that’s what you want, let Murphy get kicked around for a while.” He shrugged.

At that, you laughed.

Bellamy made the announcement later that day that you were taking a small break from hunting. You’d agreed to help build the wall while your latest injuries healed and offered to go wherever you were needed. No one said anything otherwise and you were glad it was an easy change.

Murphy and his friends walked by with mock salutes or bows, muttering about the king and queen. You wanted to put your knife in them right there but Bellamy was smooth in draping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side, even angling his body slightly in front of yours.

Once night came, you found yourself sitting on a log a few feet outside the wall. You had one leg up and your arms wrapped around it, head leaning against the side of your knee. Your eyes were upwards, counting the stars and trying to see the craters on the moon.

“Didn’t see enough space on the Ark?” Bellamy asked as he sat beside you.

“It’s different from here.” You reasoned. “It all seems so far away.”

“Yeah… You sure you’re alright?”

“Long live the king and queen.” You mocked. “They’re so stupid.”

He hummed in agreement.

“Us being together isn’t the only factor in us taking charge around here. We’re older. We’re smarter. We-“ You looked over and saw he was staring, soft eyes and a small smile on his lips. “Alright, lover boy. Are you even listening?” You laughed slightly.

“No.” He confessed with a laugh of his own. “I got distracted.”

“By what?” You were still smiling.

“Your eyes. The way they reflect the moonlight.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks flushed and your teasing smile became one of slight embarrassment.

“Every look, especially right now, makes me wanna give you… Everything.”

“Everything?” Your brows raised and you shifted to face him.

He reached for your hand and you gave it to him immediately.

“You are the queen after all.” He joked and you scoffed with a smile, pushing lightly at his chest.

“Aren’t you hilarious?” You said sarcastically before turning your face back to the sky. “I’ve always loved the moon, y’know. But down here, it’s like you can hold the moonlight.”

You reached your other hand out and cupped it, letting the moonlight illuminate your palm and fingers. You leaned back against Bellamy’s chest and he draped an arm over your shoulder, still keeping hold of your hand. You felt his chin on the other side and you let your head fall back a bit.

You understood exactly what he meant just a few moments ago. You wanted to give him everything too.

“Bell?” You asked simply.

“Mmm?” He hummed against the skin of your neck.

“You kinda remind me of moonlight.” You said simply.

“How?”

You shrugged slightly. “Different on the Ground. Beautiful and illuminating. Everyone looks at the moon and some love it, but the moon shines based on the sun. And when it does…”

“If I’m your moonlight, does that mean you’re my sunshine?” He asked and you wondered if he was serious or just teasing.

“Do you only light up ‘cause of me?”

“That’s why Octavia says.” He smiled at you. “I wouldn’t doubt it either.”

You smiled softly. “Then I guess so.”

[itsonlybaby]

𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐭𝐰𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬﹒

saw venusblakes post and thought i should do one for the 100!

﹒﹒ ◠ these are twitter porn videos, not fics! nsfw!

Bellamy Blake

he reminds you who you belong to

bellamy fixing your attitude problem

you couldn't wait till you got home

bellamy worshipping your body while youre asleep

he fucks you after a long day

taking his anger out on you

you wake up to bellamy playing with your pussy

bellamy walks in on you fingering yourself and decides to finish the job

John Murphy

murphy waking up to you fucking yourself on his dick

sucking on murphys tongue

needily riding murphy

murphy giving you backshots

murphy cant resist you in the mornings

fucking you with the toy he caught you using

before bed sex with murphy

jerking murphy off

Monty Green

mutual masturbation with monty

fucking yourself under montys desk

distracting monty from coding

monty fucking you after his game

monty fucking you every time you lose against him

Jasper Jordan

riding jasper

watching each other masturbate

waking up to jasper desperately using you

jasper sucking your tits

[angelicqsa]

.ೃ࿐ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 | 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗒 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 | 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 3, 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖯𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 | 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 | 𝖥𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌𝗌𝗌!

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

“ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ”, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀꜱ, ɪᴛ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴍɪɴᴇ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ.” – ᴅᴀᴠɪᴅ ʟᴇᴠɪᴛʜᴀɴ

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Being with bellamy was everything to me. You two were a perfect picture couple, ever since yall met; on the dropship the first day the 100 came down, you and Bellamy had chemistry. Despite you not liking his 'whatever the hell we want' motto you decide to give him a chance, and to let him in your heart. Since then its been nothing but pure bliss and a strong feeling of content. He'd always hold you and whisper sweet nothings and treat you like someone. And for once in your life you felt like you was important to someone, and you felt like you had meaning in life which is something you had never felt before. But now, its as if a summertime sadness has hit.

When Pike and Bellamy had been having these hush conversations he started acting a little off and the soft love touches were soon replaced with intense stares. It was as if a switch had flipped in him, a battle with dark vs light and the dark took over the light inside him. He walks out of the bathroom into your shared room and you ask, "Is everything okay Bellamy? You're acting a little off. You can talk to me you know?" You whisper as he climbs into bed and just stares at me as if i said nothing.

With a gruff sound he responds in a monotone way, "I'm fine. Just some stuff with Pike and Kane." he turns his back towards me before you could even respond he turns off his lamp on his side of the bed. Feeling disappointment wash through me, you turn off my lamp and let out a sigh then turn your back on him and lay there, with him consuming your last thoughts for the night.

That was about a week ago and since then, Pike has became the chancellor with Bellamy's help, Bellamy keeps distancing himself farther and farther away from you it's a contrast to how just a few weeks ago you two were a perfect couple, laughing together, secretly running off, fixing the cars together and just overall enjoying each others company. Everything has changed.

You finish up my work in the library, fixing books and collecting books that were once borrowed. You walk to the bar spotting Jasper, "Hey Jasper. How you holdin' up?" You ask curiously as you pull up a seat next to him. you were secretly hoping he wouldn't blame me for Maya's death for the 15th time in the past month which of course you felt somewhat guilty about, but you're aware that it wasn't you who killed her, and the ones responsible held an immense amount of guilt, not only for her, but for all the victims.

"Hey.." Jasper says drunkenly, while nodding off. He had bags under his eyes as if he never sleeps, which could be possibles considering the grief he was feeling. His grief and his drinking go hand in hand, everytime you see Jasper he's either drunk or on his way to being drunk. It was sad seeing your friend destroy himself.

"How are you tod-" You quickly get cut off to Lincoln being dragged out of medical by one of Pike's goons while angrily cursing at them in Trigedasleng.

"What the fuck is going on!?" You rush over to the scene while looking at Lincoln getting dragged away and you spot Bellamy standing next to Pike without a care in the world that Lincoln; one of his friends, was getting dragged out.

You rush over to Bellamy, anger quickly filling my veins you grab his wrist and mutter to Pike "Can you excuse us for a moment?" you don't even give him a chance to respond before dragging Bellamy to our room.

He looks confused when you first started dragging him, "Hey! what's wrong!" You ignore him.

He tries again and says, "Why are you angrily dragging me like i did something wrong?" Again. Silence.

He sighs angrily and says, "Now you're ignoring me!?" You simply roll your eyes, still angry and stay silent.

"Im so confused! What did i do!?"

The last sentence was shouted as soon as you hit the door and you soon as you shut the door the anger in you swells, the anger that has been continuously increasing these past few weeks that you ultimately end up ejecting at Bellamy with full force.

"Are you fucking serious right now Bellamy!? 'What did i do', 'What did i do wrong?' You fucking know what you did wrong!," Bellamy looks at you in surprise at the burst of anger you just threw at him and tries to interject,

"Is this about Lincoln? I really coul-" You hold your hand up as a sign for him to stop talking and also yell,

"Im not fucking finished talking Bellamy! Im gonna talk and you're gonna fucking listen! I've been feeling like shit for these past few weeks! You've been cold towards me. You've been putting Pike and your loyalty before your loyalty to your friends whos been with you when we were dropped on this planet to die! I-.. I don't know who you are anymore Bellamy, it truly hurts to say that." You feel a pool form in your eyes as you explode, your emotions feel all over the place and you can almost see how this is gonna end. And the 'end' that formed in your mind wasn't a happy ending.

Bellamy looks at you, his eyes soft, opposite to the rough and intense eyes you'd been getting these past few weeks. Bellamy opens his mouth then quickly closes it processing what you had said.

He whispers, scared that an increase of volume might get his heart broken. "Im sorry, i- i didnt mean to make you feel like that. I had no idea you felt like that."

The tears fall down your face as if youre a window on a rainy day, you look down deep in thought and prepare for the answer you might get for this next question. "Do you love me anymore Bellamy?" You say as your voice cracks. You're too afraid to look at his expression, but suddenly you feel his fingers on your chin forcing you to look up at him. He looks broken, he also had tears in his eyes.

"You think i don't love you...? How- How could you think that? I live my life for you. Anywhere you go i go. You've became a big part of my life and showed me what being truly loved is like. I love you always and forever, and i promise ill do everything to make you feel the love i feel for you." He says while crying in guilt for making her ever feel that way. How could he make her feel like that? This girl is the love of his life. The person he wanted to spend all his years with and build a family with.

"I love you Bellamy. So so much." you smile while connecting my forehead with his. "We'll get through this together." you kiss him passionately, all the anger already gone and replaced with love and happiness. See this is the boy you fell in love with.

You two passionately kiss and the kiss progressively gets deeper and more needy. He back away first, breathlessly he says, "Can i show you how much i love you? Baby let me worship you."

You nod your head and kiss him again before he picks you up and you yelp in surprise. "Maybe a warning next time" You giggle as he places you on the bed and starts to move his hands around your body making sure to touch everywhere.

Your body tingles as you feel his hands all over you. He towers over you and kisses you slowly before moving to your neck and making sweet love spots.

'Mmm Bell..' You mutter as he licks and sucks, those mutters eventually turn into moans.

"You gotta keep it down baby. Can you do that for me?" He asks as he pauses from sucking your neck. You nod and he proceeds.

You feel the warmth on your neck suddenly disappear and then you feel your pants being slid off slowly and look down to see Bellamy making eye contact while playing with your panties.

"You're so gorgeous.. how'd i get so lucky?" He says. He then rises up and removes your shirt, exposing your bra. He ends up taking that off and looking at your boobs as if he's seen a million dollars. He starts sucking on one of your nipples while kneading the other one in his hand. You whimper at the blissful sensations while making eye contact with him which just increases the nectar coming out your pussy.

He kisses the nipple he had just been sucking on and moves on to the next one making you bite your lip in pleasure whining at the good sensation.

He then moves to the valley of your breast and starts making open mouthed kisses down to the part where your panties were. He mumbles "These shouldnt be on" and rips them off.

"Hey! i liked those!" You say gasping as you feel the air on your vagina.

"Theres plenty more baby." He says while looking at you with a smirk. He then licks a long strip from your clit down to my entrance. "You're getting my fingers and my tongue today ok baby?" He says while breathing hard out his nose. You love how he still was somewhat dominant even when its supposed to be soft and him worshipping your body you still love the sense of dominance he brings.

"Yes baby thats ok." You whimper out while looking at him with anticipation. He attacks your clit first, circling your clit slowly before sucking which he repeats for a minute. He then places open mouthed kisses on your vagina as he did when he was working on your chest.

You moan at the sensations feeling it deep inside your core almost close to coming. But you didn't want to come that quick and have the night be over with already. You arch your back into his tongue while he licks and suck as if you vagina was a lollipop. You felt close and felt pure bliss ignoring the words he had once muttered earlier 'you gotta keep it down baby' well being cautious of your volume was long gone as soon as his tongue made contact with your clit.

He sucks on your clit which brings you closer to the edge. "F-fuck Bell.. im-im close!" You struggle to say, lost in the sensations and tingles your body was feeling. One last lick did the trick for you and you cum all over his tongue. He smirks and groans as he feels your hot cum. He swallows it before coming back up to kiss you, and when you kiss him you taste yourself all over his lips and tongue.

"Your moans sound amazing, i want more out of you.." He says softly before going back down and sticking a finger inside of you making you moan loudly as you arch your back with your lips parted and your eyes magically shut as he pumps in and out of you. You moan loudly calling out his name as if he was a god.

And that was how you night ended. Feeling worshiped and cared about by the man you love most. But everyone else the next day had heard you being worshiped and you calling our Bellamy's name. An embarrassment but with a good outcome.

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 🤍

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐яєqυєѕт!

─────────⋆˚࿔ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐪𝐬𝐚𝜗𝜚˚⋆─────────

[bloodreinasbathwater]

The 100 Recs

Fighting for by @wonderswritings

Desperate measures by @margoshansons

Banished by @turning-dreams-into-chaos

Bounty Hunter by @locker42

In the end it was always you by @url-is-under-construction

Privileged by @imagines-all-day-everyday

We come running by @puddygeeks

[bingbongsupremacy]

Drunken Mistakes Pt. 1

Pairing: John Murphy x Reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N, Pregnancy, Reader can get pregnant, swearing, throwing up.

Summary: It was a one night stand. That's all it was. Little did you know that it'd lead to something else.

*Not Proof Read*

This Fic does not mention body type, weight, race, gender, etc. If I happened to mess up and add a pronoun or anything that could define the readers appearance, please let me know so I can fix it. Ty!

*****

" How long has this been going on? " Clarke asks while casting me a sympathetic look.

I brush my hand over my mouth, trying to wipe off any remaining vomit off of my lips. The bitter taste of stomach acid lingers in my mouth, something that almost causes another round of vomiting.

" I'm not sure. A few weeks? " I try to create some distance between me and the nauseating smell a few inches away from me. I lean back against a rough fallen tree, taking a few deep breathes.

" Have you been feeling extremely tired lately? "

I nod. " I think it's just a cold, C. I'll be fine in a bit. "

I hope it's just a cold. Clarke saw me running out of the drop ship to puke and decided to follow me. Ever since then she's been asking question after question.

I just want to go lie down.

" When was the last time you had your period? " Clarke's question catches me by surprise.

My eyes widen. " Whoa. Look, I appreciate your concern but I don't remember scheduling a consultation, doc. "

I hadn't really thought of that. These questions...she can't be serious, right?

Clarke takes a seat on the tree next to me, her body turned to face me. " Y/N, I think you might be pregnant. "

What?

" No, no. " I shake my head. " No fucking way. "

Clarke sends me a small smile. " I think so. All the symptoms...I've seen this before. I'm guessing your chest has been hurting and you've might of had some cramping? "

I think back to the past few days. She's not wrong. My body's been very weird the past few weeks, especially in the morning when I seem to have my daily puke fests.

" You're pregnant, Y/N. " Clarke softly states again.

" I can't be. " I shake my head. My chest begins to develop a tightening feeling. I pull my knees towards my chest so I can hug myself. " I can't be fucking pregnant. Fuck no. " I bury my head into my knees.

" Look, I can't be one hundred percent sure on this. At least not yet. If you start to show, then we'll know for sure. " Clarke gently pats my shoulder to try to deliver some sort of comfort. " For now, just try to relax, okay? We'll figure this all out when we know for sure. "

This is the last thing I wanted. I knew I shouldn't have gotten drunk.

But everyone did. I mean, we were all so excited to be on earth for the first time. What else is there to do in a place like this but party and hang out with the people around us?

Should I tell John?

We don't know for sure. Not yet. Besides, who knows how he'll react. He's on some weird power trip. Who knows what he's capable of doing.

What if he doesn't want the baby? What if decides to convince Bellamy to banish me or has his friends kill me or something?

Plus we don't know anything about this planet. At least not about how it is now. Is it even safe to bring a kid into a world like this? We don't know what's fully out there. What if there's more than just mutated animals.

Relax. You don't know what's going on yet. It could just be a cold.

Hopefully it's just a cold.

*****

" You were right. " I blurt after bursting into the drop ship.

Clarke looks up from her heated conversation with Bellamy, her brows furrowed in confusion. " What? "

" You were right, Clarke. " I state again, my words beginning to wobble. " You were fucking right. "

Clarke's eyes widen as she realizes what I'm saying. She immediately abandons her conversation with the man in front of her, instead rushing to me.

" What's she talking about? " Bellamy calls after Clarke.

Clarke ignores him and grabs my arm, gently leading me out of the now suffocating drop ship. Clarke leads me into the forest, just far enough for our conversation to be private.

How tears of frustration begin to flow down my cheeks. " I can't believe this, I'm pregnant. I'm fucking pregnant. "

Over the past few days I started to notice a small protrusion in my stomach. Originally I'd thought it was just bloating. It's not bloating. I'm showing.

" What the fuck am I going to do, Clarke? I can't raise a baby. Not here! Not without my mom. I'm all alone and I don't fucking know what to do. " I cry.

Clarke gently takes a hold of my shoulders. " Hey, hey listen. You're going to be okay. You're not alone, I swear. We're here to help you. I'm here to help you. And, you have the baby's dad, don't you? "

The mention of Murphy causes me to let out a small sob. Do I? What if he accuses me of sleeping with someone else, claiming it's not his kid? What if he wants nothing to do with it? After all, it's not like we're dating or even friends for that matter. It was a one time thing. I can hardly stand him as it is.

" I don't know. " I shake my head.

" What do you mean you don't know? You don't know who the dad is? " Clarke asks in confusion.

" No! I-I know who the dad is. I just don't know if he'd want to help. " I pull away from Clarke and sit down on the ground, pulling my knees in to tuck into myself.

Clarke sits down next to me. " Who is it? "

" Murphy. " I mumble softly.

" Who? " Clarke asks again, apparently not hearing me the first time.

" It's Murphy. " I say louder this time.

Clarke is silent. She doesn't know what to say. She's not his biggest fan and I think part of her is thinking the same way. He might not want anything to do with the baby at all.

" I don't think I can do this. It's danger out there, Clarke. There's people we don't even know. What if I get the baby killed? What if we're attacked and I can't defend it? " I air out my worries. " Or what if I'm such a bad parent that they end up hating me? "

" Don't think like that. You don't know what's going to happen which is terrifying but also beautiful. Your baby will love you no matter what happens. And even if you don't have Murphy, you'll still have me and the others. We're a community. We're not going to let you deal with this alone. " Clarke reassures me.

" I don't know, Clarke. " I sigh.

" Listen-" Clarke begins before she's interrupted by one of Bellamy's lackies.

" Clarke, Bellamy needs to speak to you in the drop ship. "

Clarke lets out a small huff in frustration. " What is it now? " She mutters while standing up. She turns to me once more before leaving. " We'll finish this later. Just try to go relax. Maybe take a nap or something. Stress isn't good for the baby. "

This world isn't good for the baby.

Clarke follows the boy back towards the drop ship, disappearing after a few minutes.

I'm going to need bigger clothes in a few months. Where am I going to get them? What about baby clothes? Or toys? Or books? Medication?

Stop.

I force myself to try to calm down. It's going to be okay. It has to be.

I head back in the direction of my make shift sleeping area. Maybe some sleep will help.

Before I'm able to make it very far Mbeige stops me. " Where do you think you're going? " He asks, his voice stern.

" None of your business. " I spit, trying to walk past the boy.

He doesn't let me pass. " It is my business. We need this wall up by nightfall. Get to fucking work. " His voice is venomous, his eyes glaring into mine.

He's not playing.

" I need to go to my tent. " I try to push, not daring to back down from his stare. I fucking hate this guy. He and a few others including John, make it their daily goal to make the lives of everyone shitty.

" You don't need to go anywhere but the wood pile to start putting up the wall. " Mbeige persists.

I glare at the man for a moment, scanning his eyes for any signs of a possibility for him to let me through. Nothing.

" Fine. " I spit, turning on my heals. I walk towards the nearest wood pile and begin to pick up pieces of heavy, thick wood. I manage to drag a few pieces towards the wall and set them up before I feel sweat start to build up from the heat. I need water.

I struggle to pick up one particularly heavy log when one of Mbeige's friends shouts at me.

" Pick up the fucking pace. We don't have all day here. " He snaps.

Annoyance and anger burn up my face. Maybe they should get off of their lazy asses.

" Y/N! " Clarke's voice shouts from out of no where. " Put that down! " She demands while running over to us.

" Stay out of this, Clarke. Y/N's a big kid. They can handle a little weight. " Murphy smirks. He was alerted to the situation from Clarke's yelling.

I try to ignore the snickers from Murphy's friends as I continue to drag the log over to where it needs to be used.

" I'm serious! Y/N can't be carrying shit like that! " Clarke doesn't back down.

Murphy's eyes flicker over to me as he observes my struggle. Humor is evident in his tone. " And why would that be? What makes Y/N so different than the rest of us that they get special privileges' while we have to work? Hm? "

Clarke's expression is furious. She storms towards Murphy before whispering into his ear.

Murphy's friends immediately flock to his side, ready to force her away.

Murphy's eyes widen as they meet mine. His cocky smirk slides off his lips and his face falls into one of surprise. The malice in his eyes fades away and is quickly replaced with shock.

He knows. Clarke told him.

What the fuck.

" Take the wood from Y/N. " Murphy's words surprise me. His demeanor is very different now, his shoulders unusually tense. His gaze doesn't leave mine as he orders his friends around. " Now! For fucks sake, Mbeige, take the fucking wood! " He shouts.

Mbeige doesn't need to be told again. He swiftly takes the wooden log out of my hands and begins to pull it towards the wall.

Murphy's friends cast confused looks at each other.

" You need some water. " Clarke breaks the silence. She walks over to one of the pouches of water and picks it up.

" You're not seriously going to let them drink water when they just barely started fucking working. " One of Murphy's friends complains.

Murphy still hasn't taken his gaze away. " Mind your own fucking business. " He snaps aggressively.

Clarke brings the water over to me and I hesitate to drink it. Everyone around us has paused their jobs, instead choosing to watch us.

" I'm okay. " I shake my head and refuse the drink I so desperately want.

" Drink it. " Murphy orders again.

I meet his gaze again.

His eyes slightly soften. " Please. "

Feeling very uncomfortable, I accept the pouch from Clarke and take a sip. The cool liquid immediately soothes my thirsty throat.

" Back to work everyone! " Murphy orders to the people who are watching us. " This wall better be up by tonight or no dinner! " He threatens.

Once I've had my fill of water, I turn my attention back to Murphy. He walks towards me before stopping a few feet away from me.

" I think we need to talk. "

Oh shit.

[kilibaggins]

The Strongest Person I Know | John Murphy

john murphy x reader

Request from Anonymous: Can you do something where John Murphy wakes up to your night terror and helps you through it? please, if not thats fine

A/N: gosh i feel like i haven't written john murphy for a while! this is so! i love him so much and i hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: nightmares about death, murphy's violence at the dropship is mentioned. the nightmare is not described and neither is murphy's violence at the dropship.

Word Count: 463

Murphy wakes up to you crying softly, small little whimpers in your sleep. The nightmare raging through your head is one of the bad ones. The bad ones where Murphy dies, or something goes horribly wrong in every single way possible.

Murphy turns to you, squinting in the darkness to look at you. He sees your face is twisted up in fear and he instantly knows what’s happening. He sits up on his elbow and gently pushes at your shoulder.

“Y/N? Hey, Y/N, wake up,” Murphy tries to wake you up, his voice a small whispers, when that doesn’t work he raises his voice. “Hey! Y/N! Wake up, babe.”

You jump awake, pushing slightly away from Murphy. Murphy softly grabs your hand and looks at you.

“Hey, whoa! Just me, it’s just Murphy!” He tries to calm you down, his eyes wild. You takes a few deep breaths and tears fall down your cheeks. You wrap your arms around his neck and he holds you close to him with his free arm.

“Yeah, it’s okay, it’s alright I’m here.” He repeats, softly trying to calm you down. He’s not used to this, really. He’s used to being the one who needs comfort in the night from his nightmares.

“You- You were-” You try to get out but you’re cut off by your own crying. Murphy lays back then, pulling you down with him so you’re laying on his chest. He runs his hand up and down your back, trying to relax you as much as he can. “You were dead.”

Murphy sighs sadly, hating the idea that you’d have to dream about something like that. He takes your hand and puts it over his heart.

“You feel that?” Murphy asks, taking deep breaths. You feel his heartbeat very faintly under his skin.

“Yeah,” You say, looking up at him.

“I’m alive. I’m safe, and I’m alive, and we’re here together in this messed up world and I’m not planning on leaving it anytime soon.” He promises you, bringing the hand from his chest to his lips and kissing your knuckles softly. If someone had told you back at the dropship that the same John Murphy that was violent and angry would be holding you softly from a nightmare years later you would have laughed in their face.

“What if…” You trail off sadly, scared. “What if something happens and I’m not strong enough to save you.” You say, thinking about your dream. Murphy softly lets go of your hand and trails his hand over the side of your face.

“Y/N, you’re the strongest person I know,” Murphy says, his tone gentle and serious, “We can make it through all of this together.”

You nod against him and relax into his chest. He holds you close and kisses your head.

It’ll be okay.

[t-marveland]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝟎 | octavia blake

Octavia Blake x Reader

Warnings : aucun

Mots : 32

Masterlist

❝━Octavia ! Choisis ton camp. Ordonna Bellamy.❞

Elle regarda son frère et partit dans le sens opposé signifiant qu'elle ne le suivrait pas. Pour rien au monde, elle n'allait t'abandonner.

[good-griief]

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[sickoherd]

JOHN MURPHY — please don’t cry.

comfort fluff

summary: Reader gets hurt, and Murphy comforts them.

no pronouns for reader mentioned.

era: season one, the dropship

author note: i’ve been writing lots of comfort fluff atm i think i should write some angst yk

warnings !! swearing

Murphy was pissed.

Some guy had the audacity to hurt you, right in front of him. Now, your leg was bleeding, and Murphy had had enough.

He punched the guy straight in the jaw, sending him falling onto his ass. He was about to get down to punch him, when Bellamy had started trying to pull him away. Only once Murphy had been told that you had stormed off, did he back away.

He found you sitting behind the dropship, crying into your hands. You had already been to see Clarke, and she had helped with your leg.

You were so pissed, and before you knew it, hot tears were rolling down your cheeks.

Murphy's heart ached, and so he just sat next to you and pulled you into his comforting arms.

The boy had never seen you cry before, and he hoped he would never have to see it again.

Murphy rubbed circles on your back, letting you get all your tears out. All while whispering sweet things to you and trying to calm you down. He kissed your hair sweetly while rocking you gently.

"Please don't cry..."

After about five minutes, your crying ceased and your breathing slowed. You were asleep, on him.

Murphy couldn't help the butterflies in his stomach at the sight of you, asleep on his shoulder. You trusted him enough to be in your most vulnerable state, and he would protect you.

[wukindly]

Everything is Yellow and Pink | Jasper Jordan

"A Jasper Jordan soulmate AU, where you have a mood ring and whatever mood your soulmate is in that's the color the ring will turn, and when you touch your soulmate it turns pink” by @spacd-brain​

Pairing(s): Jasper Jordan/fem!reader Word Count: 4.4k Genre: fluff, soulmate au

A/N: so, this is my first commission thingy and I really hope you guys like it! I’m a sucker for soulmate aus and Jasper Jordan so... This one is extra cliche and sweet.

It's funny how sometimes people take things for granted and forget about their beauty. Like colors. They are at every corner, stimulating feelings from everyone, even if they often don't realize that. They are so beautiful and full of meaning. But do people pay attention to the colors around them? Do they find any meaning in their favorite color? For example, yellow had always been a color that had a special place in Jasper Jordan's heart and there was good reason for that.

Yellow - a color that alludes to so many good feelings, the color of happiness. Also, the color that frequently was in the center of the ring that he rarely took off from his finger. The ring that most people had, if they weren't unlucky enough. The one that provided a connection with his soulmate. Well, with her feelings.

During his years on the Ark, Jasper was never very curious about how or why most individuals had a ring that could show how their other half was feeling in real time through colors. He would leave that kind of question to those who wanted to know the source of it all - the Jordan boy was already contented enough with having a soulmate. And happy that the yellow color was the one that predominated his object.

Obviously, that was not the only color he had ever seen on it. Through the years, he was introduced to several of them - the purple for curiosity and the turquoise for serenity also being familiar enough for him. Fortunately, the dark blue for sadness and the deep red for anger were rare colors to be felt by his soulmate - and whenever they happened to appear, it didn’t take long before the familiar yellow returned to its rightful place.

One color that he had always wished to see, and that he hadn’t yet, was pink. Pink for love. Well, there were several different ways to love someone and all of them were represented by different colors. But pink was the color everyone waited for, the one that would shine brightly on one's ring when they finally touched their soulmate. A moment that Jasper couldn't wait to experience.

Needless to say, the boy was a soulmate enthusiast. He always liked to stay tuned to the way his other half was feeling - smiling when good feelings surfaced, and worrying whenever there was any indication of bad feelings.

His best friend, Monty Green, would have argued that if Jasper had lost that mood ring at any point of his life, he wouldn't even know what to do with himself. Fortunately, when he was placed in the Sky Box, he was allowed to keep the two things that he cherished the most in the entire Ark - his goggles and his ring. Jasper wasn't sure whether they could have taken that small precious artifact from him, but he was grateful they didn't.

At first, it was good to look at the constant yellow color that adorned the ring. That was enough to bring a bit of comfort to Jasper's heart - something that he needed, considering the place he was in and that they had purposely put him and Monty in different cells. However, after a few weeks, something strange started to happen.

The ring, that once brought Jasper warmth, now only reminded him that his other half was in a constant state of sadness. It was colored in a continuous deep blue shade, sometimes giving space to a deep orange hue - anxiety, concern.

That was not good news at all. It brought a weight to the teenager's shoulders to know that somewhere in the Ark, his person was sad most of the time and that he couldn't do anything about it. It was at times like that that he felt guilty about being there. He just wanted to be outside, find, and comfort the person who would make his ring pink.

Jasper didn't have to wait long to find himself out of that cell again. In just a few weeks, the “the 100” project began, sending him and 99 more prisoners to a place he never thought he would be at - Earth.

He could not lie, he was excited to be in that place the moment he arrived there - when everyone realized that no, they hadn’t died by being exposed to the planet's radiation. It was even more exciting that he had the company of his best friend again. Jasper was euphoric, but he couldn’t help being worried. It was a new experience in a place totally unknown to people of his generation - and a place that his soulmate would probably not find anytime soon.

These thoughts were soon pushed to the back of his mind – when he got there and checked his ring, the small object glowed again in a yellowish tone, which caused a smile to spread on the Jordan boy's face. Somewhere, wherever the Ark was in the sky, his soulmate was happy; so he also gave himself a chance to enjoy the historical and rare moment he was experiencing.

The Earth, the dream, finally within reach. It seemed like a perfect new beginning for the delinquents and all residents of the Ark. Everything seemed to be going so well.

Until the moment that a spear went through Jasper's chest.

The word that there were people other than the delinquents living on Earth and that they had caught one of them had spread like wild fire among the teenagers after Clarke Griffin returned from a failed mission to find food for them, creating a little more chaos than they already had.

When (Y/N) (Y/L/N) first stepped her foot on the soft grass of that planet, she thought that all her problems had been solved, allowing her to finally feel happy again. Clearly, the universe didn’t seem to want to give her a break.

As if that wasn’t enough, she had noticed a sudden change in her ring after a strange event. It happened on the day of the discovery of the ones who they were calling "grounders" - she was just talking to some of her friends when she suddenly felt a burning in her chest. Next thing she knew, her beloved ring was a dark gray. Gray, hurt. It brought her great distress to know that, somewhere in the Ark, her soulmate was suffering.

Yes, fate didn't seem to be on her side at all. At least, that's what (Y/N) thought.

It didn't take long for them to bring back the boy who had been taken. Someone called Jasper, a cute boy who was always wearing goggles. (Y/N) didn't know him that well, they had never spoken to each other, but she remembered seeing him on the dropship – she remembered the anxiety that filled his entire face as he looked at the other delinquents around him, and how Jasper smiled nervously when his eyes met hers. He looked like a nice kid, and he certainly didn't deserve what had happened to him.

She told herself that it was because of her kind heart, but it could be that something inside was telling her to do that… What matter is that, when Murphy started to complain about Jasper’s groans of pain, (Y/N) didn’t hesitate to offer to help others to keep an eye on the injured boy while they waited for Clarke to return with some things that could help him.

Octavia was the person who instructed (Y/N) in what she should do, saying that they would take shifts - the two of them and a boy, a close friend of Jasper. There was not much they could do, just make sure he was as comfortable as he could and not allow Murphy to come near him at all. It seemed easy enough. When she went up to the dropship for her first shift, however, (Y/N) was certain that it was going to be a little more complicated for her emotional side.

She didn't know Jasper, but it hurt to see him lying on the floor like that, a complete mess. It was more like an instinct when her feet took her to him, making her crouch down beside him. Her heart ached when she saw a noticeable expression of pain on the boy's sweaty face. It was different to hear people talking about what had happened and to actually see him in front of her. To hell with Murphy and his complaints, that was just a boy. A boy in excruciating pain.

Subconsciously, (Y/N) took one of her hands to his hair, trying to wipe that mess off his forehead and, too, in a gesture of comfort. Her fingers on her left hand slowly passed through his tangled strands while her right hand gently wiped a wet, cold cloth over his face.

Surprisingly, his pained expression had eased slightly, even though it was still there. An involuntary smile appeared timidly on the lips of (Y/N) (Y/L/N), who was too focused on the boy's face to notice anything that was happening around her. There was an explanation of why she is so absorbed; the reason she hadn't heard his friend getting up from his place and asking something; the reason she hadn't heard him approaching them and gasping when he saw the scene in front of him.

There was a reason - and it became clear in the next few seconds. (Y/N) was pulled out of her trance when she felt the presence of the other boy, who was cautiously crouching on the other side of Jasper. When she looked up at him, (Y/N) was taken aback by his widened eyes fixated on something.

She didn't have to ask, however, as he whispered the answer before she could even say anything. "Your ring."

(Y/N)'s brow furrowed as she tried to take the words in, directing her gaze to the small object in order to try to understand what was happening. And she certainly didn't know how to react to that. That little ring, which had been shining in an insistent hue of dark gray, was now colored by a new shade. Pink. The color she had expected the most in her life, revealing that the injured boy was in fact her soulmate.

It was a confusing feeling, so bittersweet. She couldn’t be happier to have finally found him, the one she had been waiting for. The one she thought that would live the rest of her life with her. Now possibly dying, in so much pain. Her eyes roamed over Jasper's face once again, this time trying to memorize every detail and trace of his tired but relieved expression.

Without realizing that was happening, (Y/N)'s eyes began to fill with tears - with happiness for being by his side, with sadness for the state he was in, with despair that perhaps he would not get better.

"Hey." (Y/N) felt a hand on her shoulder bring her back to that moment, moving her gaze to the other boy. He had an assuring expression on his face, bringing her a bit of comfort. "He'll be fine."

(Y/N) felt herself nod, even though the tears had already started to run down her face. She was quick to wipe them away, momentarily taking her hands off her other half and seeing the ring return to the gray tone. She groaned slightly. She hated that color, that she was sure of - that constant reminder of ache and pain was as if fate was mocking her.

The girl did not hesitate to bring one of her hands to Jasper's hair again, her mood ring shining again in a silky pink. However, she was watching his face soften a little more with the feel of her fingers curling in his strands. (Y/N) liked how peaceful he looked that way.

"He is going to be so mad at himself." his friend murmured, drawing her attention again.

"Uh?"

"When he wakes up. He is going to be so mad that he missed this moment." (Y/N) frowned when she saw an emotional and slightly amused smile on the boy's face as he looked at them. "He's been waiting for this for a long time."

That information brought a new kind of warmth to (Y/N)'s heart. Had he been anticipating that moment as much as she had? Several questions popped into her mind - she wanted the opportunity to speak to him, to get to know him better. There was so much that she wanted to ask him, to tell him. She needed that.

"So have I." her voice came out lower than expected. Her hand stopped stroking her soulmate’s hair, slowly moving down to his cheek and letting her fingers caress the boy's skin. "Jasper." that was such a good name, a name that rolled off the tongue so easily.

"And you are...?" her eyes turned to the other boy once again, offering him a small smile in return this time.

"(Y/N)."

"Monty." the boy, Monty, finally introduced himself. He let his eyes linger on them for a bit more, and (Y/N) didn’t miss how they seemed to hold a glow of excitement for his friend. "I know he's in good hands now." he said in a very low tone, almost to himself, before standing up from the ground. “I can get back to work.”

Octavia had mentioned that Monty was doing some kind of work with the delinquents' wristbands, something Clarke had asked him to do. (Y/N) couldn't even imagine how difficult it must have been for him - having to focus on working on something important when his friend was in that situation right beside him. She just hoped he could relax a bit while she was there.

And, in fact, his mood seemed a little more cheerful after their interaction. Monty made sure to keep her entertained during the next hours, although he didn’t stop working. At first, he tried to explain to her what he was doing, but when he noticed that she didn’t quite understand what he was talking about, he started to ask her about her life.

A part of her felt that he was making her talk so much about herself to get as much information as he could, perhaps to tell Jasper about it later. In return, he also offered some stories about the two of them and how much trouble they used to get themselves into while they were on the Ark. She came to the conclusion that they were a lot of fun – she couldn’t wait to see that herself.

Octavia returned to the place shortly afterwards, ready to take her shift, only to be surprised to see the pink tone that was present in both of their rings. She wasn't the least bit shy about it, bombarding (Y/N) with questions about her knowledge on soulmates and how she was feeling now that she had found hers.

Apparently, as she grew up, she wasn’t told as many stories about the mood ring as the other Ark residents had. (Y/N) was quick to tell her everything she knew, and how weird it was to be with Jasper – because, at the same time, he wasn’t with her. Monty also joined the conversation after a while, talking about his hopes of finding his own soulmate.

When night came and the people who had gone out either in search of things that could help Jasper or in search of food had not returned, a slight panic broke out in the camp. (Y/N), Octavia and Monty started to wonder if that would interfere with Jasper's already compromised health. Fortunately, however, most of those people arrived early in the morning.

Clarke, along with Finn, was rushed upstairs, having with her the plants she would need to treat Jasper's chest wound. When she claimed that she would need a bit of space and time to do that, (Y/N) understood that they were kindly asking her to leave, even though she didn't like the idea at all. She was clearly hesitant to leave Jasper's side, a part of her afraid that she wouldn't get to see him again if she left him.

Everyone seemed to understand her apprehension, but it didn't seem like a good idea to let her stay in that place while they were caring for the boy's wound. That would be hurtful for him, meaning that it could have a negative effect on her as well. Finn soon came up with the suggestion that she should help them finish the wall, saying that would distract her enough until Jasper was okay once again. (Y/N) still didn't like the idea, but if it really was the best thing she could do for him, then she would do it.

(Y/N) couldn't help but worry as she walked through the camp, but she knew that if Monty was there, Jasper would be just fine. However, she only managed to actually get to work after Clarke left the ship, assuring her that she was positive - or at least wanted to be - that everything would be fine. Even though she sounded more hopeful than really certain, it was enough to calm the (Y/L/N) girl's heart a bit.

It was only a couple of hours after that, when (Y/N) happened to look at her ring, she noticed that it was no longer gray. It was yellow – shining in probably the strongest yellow she had ever seen in her life. Jasper was awake. And he was happy. She felt a weird sensation ran through her body, everything inside of her saying that she should go to where he was.

Unfortunately, Murphy, who was supervising the work they were making, did not seem very happy with the idea of ​​letting her off work, only letting her go when the sun was setting. Not that it was a wise decision on his part - she had been unable to concentrate on anything since the moment she noticed that her soulmate no longer had pain as his predominant feeling.

At the end of the day, when she finally managed to escape the wall duties, the girl made her way to check on Jasper. As (Y/N) climbed the ladder to the upstairs of the dropship again, she heard hurried voices talking excitedly. Her heart couldn't help but skip a beat in anticipation - one of those voices probably belonged to her soulmate.

The moment she entered the room, she saw two pairs of eyes turning towards her. A shiver ran through her body when she saw Jasper's brown eyes fixated on her, her heart filling with warmth. He still seemed a bit weak, but he was there, conscious.

"It's her." Monty's voice filled the place - but Jasper knew that, he could feel it.

From the moment he heard Monty say that Jasper's soulmate had been there, that she had taken care of him that last day, the Jordan boy felt this strange feeling all over his body. He always knew his soulmate was out there, but when he heard that, it was as if his tired body was sending signals for him to gather all his strength and go after her. As if his mind was repeatedly whispering the words "she is near, go". He wanted it so badly, but he was so tired. And not that anyone would let him go around that way.

When he saw her head appearing through the opening to that floor, he knew it was her. It was as if every part of his body had found peace, and at the same time, it had received an electric discharge. Jasper was in a trance at first, but when he heard Monty's words, it was as if something had activated inside him, prompting him to get up and go to her.

However, that turned out to be a terrible idea - the second he tried to get out of his lying position, a sharp pain ran through the entire length of his body, making him lie down again with a grunt. Monty looked at him worriedly, checking to see if everything was okay, just as the girl ran out of her place to sit beside him.

"You'd better not try to do that again." (Y/N)'s voice reached Jasper's ears, making him shiver slightly. "Does it hurt much?"

Jasper couldn't help the way his heart sped up with the notion that she was there, and she was worried about him. "Not at-" he, once again, tried to make a move to sit down, trying to assure her, but he felt the pain go through him again. "Ouch!"

(Y/N) scooted closer to him the second he let out another grunt of pain, concern clear on her face. Her eyes went to Monty, who had gone back to checking if Jasper hadn't hurt himself by accident. He gave her a small nod, confirming that he was fine, before he excused himself and returned to his service area, giving them both a bit of privacy.

The girl had turned her gaze to the injured boy, getting as close as she could without touching him. The feeling of being at his side with him awake was just... Sweet. Different from what she had experienced the day before. His eyes were warm as they looked at her; he could say the same about her. He couldn't have enough of her (E/C) ones - yes, that would probably become one of his favorite colors too.

They both knew it. It was just right.

"I’m Jasper." his voice came out nervous and slightly hoarse, but it was enough to take a soft smile from the girl beside him.

"I know." he couldn't help but notice how tender was the way she was looking at him. "I’m (Y/N)."

"I know." it was his turn to smile at her. It was so weird, finally knowing things about her – her voice, the way she looked, her name. He loved it. "I can't believe I had to be speared to find you."

"I hope that is not a sign.” (Y/N) let out a chuckle, pulling her legs to her chest. "I don’t think that I can take the thought of you almost dying again."

Jasper nodded. "I wouldn't forgive myself if I had died before meeting you. I've been waiting-” he scrunched his nose in a bit of embarrassment, as he knew his next sentence could sound a little cheesy. “Well, dreaming about this for a while."

“Me too.” her smile only widened – he seemed so dorky and adorable. “I, uh-“ she cleaned her throat, looking away from him. “Thank you for worrying.” she didn’t see the way he frowned confusedly at her words, but felt the need to explain them anyway. “Whenever I felt sad, I-“ (Y/N)’s gaze stopped at her mood ring, softening at the sight of it. “My ring would turn orange.” her eyes found their way back to his tired but excited face. “Knowing that you were looking after me made me feel less lonely.”

No spear could ever kill Jasper, for he knew that this girl would be the death of him. Of course he had always cared, but he was never sure if he could ever help her in any way. Hearing those words, he couldn’t help but feel his stomach become a mess with all those butterflies he had heard about.

The boy let his gaze fall towards the girl's hand, seeing her ring colored in yellow. The yellow that indicated his happiness. Jasper noticed that his ring was shining with that same color, showing the harmony of their feelings at that moment. He loved yellow, but there was a color that he was sure he would love even more and that he still had to see.

As if she could hear what he was thinking, (Y/N) moved her hand a little closer to his - it didn't go unnoticed by Jasper, who felt his heart racing again. He didn't need any more signs than that to do what they were waiting for.

(Y/N) had touched Jasper's skin before, but it was a totally different experience with the two of them together like that. The moment their hands met, the rings started to glow a pink tone even stronger than before - and that discharge of energy they had felt when they first saw each other, had spread with more intensity through their bodies.

Jasper's eyes spent only the first few seconds fixated on their rings. The pink, the long-awaited pink color, finally there. Something inside him led him to look into the eyes of his soulmate, initiating eye contact between both of them. Yes, he was sure, he loved her eyes. And the feel of her hand in his.

Everything was so yellow and pink with her there.

"Oh, I'm sorry." the moment was broken after a few seconds, when Clarke went up the stairs, quickly noticing that she had interrupted something. "I wanted to check up on Jasper." she raised an eyebrow at them, stopping her gaze on the Jordan boy. "You should be resting."

"I am, I-" although he seemed to be talking to Clarke, his eyes moved back to (Y/N), looking at her tenderly, caringly. "Feel much better now."

A smile quickly made its way to the girl's lips when their eyes met, Jasper's hand squeezing hers lightly. "Would it be a problem if I stayed this time?"

Not even Clarke could help but smile at the scene in front of her. The famous "soulmate look" was unlike any other, it was clear in their eyes - it kind of reminded her of the way her parents used to look at each other. Used to. "I suppose not." she knew they needed some time to talk, to get to know each other better. She didn’t want to be the one to interrupt their moment.

As the Griffin girl left the place, Monty let out a small, amused chuckle. It was good to see Jasper that way: awake and finally experiencing what he always wanted. Seeing his best friend looking at that girl as if she put the stars in the sky; as if all the doubts he had in his life had just been solved by having her by his side, made Monty feel even more curious to know who would make him feel that way.

He shook his head, feeling happy for his friend. “This shift is all yours.”

MASTERLIST

[petertingle-yipyip]

I WISH I HATED YOU - BELLAMY BLAKE

//is this probably a hot mess and ooc? yes. but it’s also self indulgent so just enjoy new content okay 🤷‍♀️//

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Word Count: 1,617

Summary: After being arrested for speaking out, you get a chance to tell Bellamy basically everything on your mind.

After Bellamy and Clarke got everyone out of Mount Weather, you had stayed close with him. You went on runs with him, trained with him, and even helped him through the guilt of pulling the lever. You talked him through losing Gina.

Or at least you had thought you helped with it all.

When you saw him walk through the gates with Pike’s firing squad, your heart sank. You had just let yourself believe you cared about him, maybe even loved him. You sat by and watched him with Gina because him being happy seemed to be more important to you. And yet, there he was, covered in blood from an army that was supposed to protect your people.

Pike was in the middle of his speech about doing what needed to be done when you met Bellamy’s eyes.

Something in that look compelled you to speak up. You knew he wasn’t asking it of you but you felt you had to.

“We execute our own now?” You shouted, part of you hoping your voice would be buried in the crowd. But judging by the new expression Bellamy wore, you were heard loud and clear.

“What kind of Chancellor doesn’t let his people speak up?” You continued and a small group cleared out around you and you felt an imaginary spotlight on you. “I remember learning there used to be a right to free speech in the States.”

“There’s a difference between speaking your opinion and pushing propaganda, Y/N.” Pike answered and you didn’t miss the condescension in his words.

“What do you call what you’re doing?”

“Y/N.” Bellamy warned.

You hadn’t noticed he had gotten to your side.

“No.” You said firmly. “Trikru has become our allies.”

“Your ‘allies’ abandoned you in that mountain! They left you to die!”

“You’re no better!” You shouted. “You’re willing to kill us if we don’t agree with you! You just threatened all of us!”

A hand gripped your arm.

“None of you are in any danger from your own people.” He said with a disbelieving laugh. You took an angry step forward but were pulled back by the hand at your arm that you hadn’t connected to a person yet. “I am going to keep all of you safe.”

“You’re a murderer.” You said confidently. “You’ve turned the people who went with you out there-“ You looked towards the gate and realized it was Bellamy who had your arm. You didn’t look away from him. “-into murderers.”

“Don’t do this.” Bellamy said quietly, desperately almost.

“If you’re gonna do this…” You nodded towards your restricted limb. “I have to do this.”

You turned back to face Pike.

“Lincoln risked his life to help us at Mount Weather. Indra has fought by our side. The Commander has gone out of her way to welcome us into her coalition, to offer protection from the clans that hate us! Now-“ You tried to gesture but Bellamy kept your arm down. “Dammit, Blake.” You grumbled. “Now every clan wants us dead!”

“All the more reason for us to fight back!” Pike yelled.

“We wouldn’t need to fight if you hadn’t-“

“Enough!” Pike interrupted and you heard a small eruption of mumbles from the crowd. It seemed to you like some opinions were shifting. “Take her away.”

Bellamy pulled you slightly and grabbed your other arm. He locked both wrists in cuffs behind your back and led you to the detainment. You kept your head up, saying nothing as Bellamy practically dragged you down several hallways.

There were no guards posted so Bellamy released your cuffs when you were within the alleged cell but didn’t leave. He stood in the doorway instead while you sat on the lone bench. The set of his jaw, heavy sigh that moved his shoulders, and cross of his arms told you all you needed.

“You want to say something.” You spoke plainly. Any edge in your voice from before had softened.

Everything in you softened around Bellamy, even if he didn’t seem too much like your Bellamy anymore. If he ever was yours to begin with.

“Just say it, Bellamy.” You sighed and rubbed your eyes. “I’m sure Pike doesn’t want you gone too long.”

“You think I’m doing the wrong thing.” He said lowly, as if he was still connecting the dots in his head. “You out me in this position today, Y/N. No one told you to start telling about treason and executions.”

“You and I both know that’s what he meant. Grounder or Arkadian, opposition goes down. Seemed pretty clear to me.”

“Pike wouldn’t kill his own people. What he’s willing to do, what I’m willing to do, is to protect our people.”

“By the way, I think Pike is wrong.” You corrected. “You… You’re lost right now. You’re trying to right what’s gone wrong but that won’t go away with more blood and bullets.”

“So we’re just supposed to let them continue to kill us?”

“It’s been months and it hasn’t been Trikru killing us if any have died… Azgeda hates us and that’s not gonna change but Trikru is Indra. It’s Lincoln. It’s Octa-“

“It is not Octavia.” He cut in firmly.

Your hands went in surrender and you didn’t push on that.

“Bellamy.” You stood and carefully moved closer to him. You made sure to keep your eyes on his and not on the Grounder blood splattered across his bulletproof. “I.. care about you, you know that. But what Pike’s doing, what you’ve done, has put all of us at risk. It’s an act of war. At the very least, tell me you understand that. If it was the other way around-”

“We’ve been at war since we got here. They picked us off, one by one, in the woods around the dropship. Remember that? Or how they put a spear through Jasper’s chest? Used Murphy to infect our camp? Stabbed Finn with a poisoned blade or, even better, when they executed Finn?”

“Yes, okay?” You abated quickly. “Yeah, you’re right. They’ve beat the shit out of us. But Finn also slaughtered a village with an automatic rifle. We blew up a bridge that led to however many deaths. We burnt an army a couple hundred strong to ash. But we’ve also made allies and had a chance at peace with the Commander.”

“The Commander that left us at Mount Weather, you mean? Who forced us to have to kill the purple who helped us? Who trusted me?”

“God, Bell, y’know what? I wish I hated you for what you’re doing. I- I wish it wasn’t true, what you were doing. I wish you treated me terribly and I wish I could treat you the same. Do you know how much easier it’d be if I could hate you? Especially after the massacre out there.”

“What?” His brows furrowed.

“But I don’t.” You shook your head. “Not yet. Jesus, maybe not ever. And that makes me feel so guilty. To want to hate you and to admit that I probably won’t. You could shoot me and I still would find a way to forgive you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“We may have been fighting since we landed. I can admit that.” You continued ranting.

“Y/N, I-“

“No, you’re going to listen to me!”

He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it and closed his mouth.

“That doesn’t mean we need to keep taking things further… You don’t have to like the Grounders, Bellamy. I don’t even think they’re all great, but the coalition was a chance at peace. It could finally end the war. You and me, we could…”

“You and me?” His eyes softened. “What do you…”

You laughed to yourself. “I thought it’d been obvious by now.” You shrugged. “Look, that’s not important right now. What is important is that you don’t go down a path you can’t come back from. I know you want to do what’s right and I know you want to protect us. I love you for that, but goddammit, I can’t lose you.“

“I’m trying to protect you.” He said, putting a hand on your cheek. “It’s always been about you… Well, you and Octavia.”

Despite yourself, you smiled and it brought a quick flash of a smile from him.

“You have such a good heart.” You said honestly, a much softer tone than just moments before. “Pike doesn’t get to take that from you if you don’t let him.”

“Y/N…” His hand moved and took hold of yours.

“You mean a lot to me. None of this has been easy on or for any of us. I know I’ve hardly slept a full night since we landed. And I know you think you have our best interests at heart, but I can promise you that Pike doesn’t have yours.”

“Do you?”

“I do… Since I met you.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “Okay, I’ll…”

“Let me outta here?” You tried with an innocent smile.

He laughed slightly and raised his brows.

“Maybe we can continue this conversation in one of our rooms… With a little more privacy.”

“I’ll hear you.” He corrected and you pouted slightly. “You’re gonna have to stay here for the day but I’ll talk to Pike, have you out by dinner.”

“Okay.” You nodded and stepped back.

Bellamy’s hand hit your hip and pulled you back to him.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say something for a while.” He said with a smirk.

“Really?” You returned the playful tone. “How long is a while?”

His head tilted back and forth as he pretended to think.

“Since we met on the Ark.”

[itsonlybaby]

𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐟𝐰𝐛 - 𝐛. 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞 ﹒

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playlist ! i am so back for good this time, will upload once every one to two days depending on the request!

Bellamy Blake - Dropship

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ You and Bellamy were friends, friends who often did each other favors. ﹒ 　 ⊹ 　⤷ cw: shameless smut, nsfw, praise, 2nd POV, no plot

Being friends with Bellamy meant you got special treatment not many others could get- well, nobody else could get. That only meant you'd be helping him more than usual.

It wasn't a secret, everyone knew something was going on between you and Bellamy, nobody would act that close with a normal friend, but nobody cared enough to speak up about it.

You were in Bellamy's tent, legs on either side of his hips as he roughly thrusted up into you. He wasn't even fully pulling out, just grinding deeper into you while you wiggled in his grasp. You grinded your hips to meet his; eliciting a moan. You grabbed onto tufts of his hair to try and stifle your pleasure elsewhere, not wanting to wake anyone up.

Bellamys hand trailed down to your ass, giving it a light squeeze, "Just like that, princess,"

Your head dropped down into the crook of his neck, the pleasure was palpable. No matter how many times you'd find yourself on his dick, you'd never get used to the feeling.

Bellamy stopped his movements, leaving you whining.

"You want it that bad?" He teased.

You nodded in reply.

"Then ride me."

Bellamy smirked as he watched your face flush, you'd never done anything like this before. It was always Bellamy doing everything for you.

Bellamy's hand found your hips and gently guided them, helping you get started. Once you found your rhythm Bellamy let go, his hands now focusing on your breasts bouncing with every movement. His thumbs traced over your nipples, sending a spark up your body.

Your head found its place on his shoulder, once again trying to silence your moans by gently biting on the exposed skin.

"Gonna make me cum, princess." Bellamy muttered, both hands cupping your breasts as you rode up and slammed back down. Bellamy knew he was close, and so did you. With every moan, you went deeper and deeper on him.

"Bell..." You moaned out, your legs beginning to shake, you wanted to scream out your orgasm, but you remembered where you were.

You threw your head back and clasped your hand around your mouth, much to Bellamy's disapproval.

"Always sound so pretty like this." He breathed out. He loved hearing the sounds that came from your mouth when you climaxed, it was his favorite part.

Your orgasm splurged through you in fast waves, leaving your body exhausted. Bellamy snaked his hands to your hips and held you up as he pounded into you, not quite near his own orgasm.

His dick continuously hit your oversensitive sweet spot, leaving no room for you to recover from the previous high.

"It hurts, Bell." Your hands grabbed his arms, digging into the skin. His skin felt hot, lined with sweat from the damp air around the tent.

"It's okay, take it all." Bellamy hushed you, his pace never slowing.

You weren't sure how long you could last with the relentless thrusts, your legs began shaking uncontrollably around him again. You knew if he kept this up you'd surely cum again. Closing your eyes you tried to hold on, not wanting to cum a second time just yet.

"Look at me, princess." Bellamy demanded. You shook your head, knowing if you were to obey you'd surely come undone.

"You asked for this." Bellamy grabbed your thighs and lifted you up with him, placing you on the bed roughly he spread your legs, his dick never leaving your pussy. You were definitely looking now, the eye contact making your stomach flutter.

The new position brought new waves of pleasure. Allowing his dick to hit different places in you.

Bellamy's hand found its way to your hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging on it, forcing you to watch his dick fill your pussy.

The sight was enough to make you cum again, "Oh god, yes!" You yelled. It was like you'd been tipped over the edge as he fucked you through your second high. Your eyes rolled back seeing stars, the entire world went white.

"Such a mess." He said as your cum began painting his dick white. Every muscle in your body was exhausted, twitching, and sore.

Bellamy's pace began to quicken, he felt his own high was close. He let go of your hair and grabbed ahold of your legs to stable himself better.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He spoke shakily, eyes focused on pounding into your slick pussy. His head slumped forward as thick white strings decorated your stomach, heavy breaths filled the tent while you both caught up with your composure.

With a big sigh, he stood up and tossed you your clothes.

"Same time tomorrow, got that?" He said, placing his own shirt on.

Rolling your eyes you nodded playfully, you could act like you hated your routine, but he knew you didn't. It's why you come back every day.

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[livi-the-werewolf]

Request:  Hi!❤ I wanted to request a bellamy x reader image: Bellamy and reader are rly close friends and are secretly in love with each other. but bellamy doesn’t think that she is in love with him so eventually he gives up and has a girlfriend (gina or sb). reader is rly jealous and a real mess so she starts doing rly dangerous things to distract herself from that. bellamy catches her one time and is very worried. He breaks up with his gf later and confesses his feelings for the reader. thank you! ❤

A/N: i think i have carpal tunnel so its actually painful to write imagines which is terrible. this is a long one tho. ps - i changed the the scenario a little, hope you don’t mind:3 (this is set in season 1 btw)

I looked over at Gina in disgust as she played with Bellamy’s hair and giggled at everything he said. “I should be playing with his hair,” I muttered under my breath. I rolled my eyes and began mocking her, “Oh Bellamy, I love you so much! You’re the hottest guy in the camp and I’m just with you for your looks and because you’re the camp leader!” I pounded down my hammer bitterly while staring at the camp’s ‘cutest couple’. “Shit,” I yelled out, realizing I accidentally hit the hammer onto my finger. I felt my finger throb and clutched it to my chest. 

“You okay, Y/n?” Finn asked from behind me. I turned to face him. 

“Yeah, I just wasn’t paying attention while working with a hammer. Not a good idea by the way,” I joked. Finn chuckled.

“Well if it means anything to you, I don’t like Gina either,” he whispered to me. My eyes widened and I started to blush, realizing he heard me mocking her. Finn started laughing and I rolled my eyes playfully.

“It isn’t funny,” I exclaimed. He held up his hands in defense and smiled. 

“Okay, okay. Anyways, I was wondering if you could go out to get some food? We’re almost out and I would go but I have a lot of work to do around here,” he asked me. 

“Sure, anything to get away from Gina,” I told him. 

“Thanks, I owe you,” he told me, giving me a bright smile.

“No problem Finn.”

“I’m going out to get food Clarke,” I yelled, grabbing a gun and some bullets. 

I was halfway out the gate before she yelled back, “You need to bring someone with you Y/N! We travel in pairs remember?” 

“It’s fine, I can take care of myself,” I assured, resuming my walk out the gate. 

“Really? I couldn’t tell by the dark circles under your eyes, and your throbbing finger!” I rolled my eyes and ignored her, walking out into the forest alone.

I mindlessly stumbled across tree roots and rocks, not paying attention to where I was going at all. That was obviously a mistake because suddenly, I was falling. I face planted into the dirt. I turned onto my back and felt a shooting pain in my leg. I looked down at my leg. My ankle was red and already starting to swell. I tried to move it but an excruciating pain racked through my entire leg. I held back a scream but couldn’t stop the tears that were now streaming down my cheeks. 

“Y/n!” I heard a familiar voice call out. I looked up and saw Bellamy running towards me. He kneeled beside me and started cursing quietly. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he mumbled, his hands hovering over my ankle, unsure of what to do.

“I know right,” I whispered hoarsely, my voice cracking slightly. I let out a weak chuckle. He looked at my face for the first time since he found me and I saw his facial expression soften. He wiped away my tears. However the moment was over as quickly as it started. “Why are you here?” I asked bitterly, “And why isn’t Gina here?” 

“I’m here because you’re my friend and I was worried about you, and for good reason obviously,” he explained. “And why would Gina be here? It’s not like she follows me everywhere I go.” 

“Well I hate to break it to you Bellamy, but she does follow you everywhere you go. Can’t believe you haven’t noticed.” 

“Okay, what’s your deal? I came here to help you but you’re being a total dick,” he questioned, his voice getting louder with every word. 

“Well maybe I didn’t want you come! That was the entire point of coming! To get away from you and Gina,” I yelled. 

“What is that supposed to mean,” he yelled back. Before I got to answer his question I heard the sound of an arrow being shot. It hit a tree a few feet in front of us. 

We both looked at each other with wide eyes. In a few seconds time we had a silent conversation. I grabbed my gun that had slid a few inches away when I fell and Bellamy picked me up. He began to run and I aimed at the grounder.  

“On the count of three start shooting, okay? One, two, three!” I instantly started shooting at the grounder as Bellamy ran as fast as his legs would carry us. I shot the grounder in the leg and then the stomach, watching as he fell down. Then another jumped down from the trees. Somehow, through all the shaking and unsteadiness I managed to shoot him in the head, and he dropped dead instantly.

“Are we clear?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I got them,” I told him. I winced as my leg shook, pain shooting up it once again.

“Sorry,” he breathed. He slowed down enough to press a quick kiss to my head before speeding back up again. I felt my heart speed up and pressed myself closer to him. 

We made it back to camp in around twenty minutes. “Let us in!” Bellamy shouted from outside the gate. 

“It’s Bellamy,” I heard someone shout. 

“Open her up,” someone else shouted. The gate opened and Bellamy rushed in. A few people crowded around us until Bellamy shooed them away, causing them to all scatter.

“Here, let me down, Bell. I can walk the rest of the way. You carried me the whole time,” I offered. 

“No, you’re hurt. I’m not letting you hurt yourself even more,” he replied. 

“Seriously, Bell. Please. I feel bad you had to carry me all that way. I’ll use you for support. What’s the worst that could happen between now and twenty feet away?” I asked. He gave me a look before letting out a sigh. He shifted and then slowly let me down. I grabbed onto his shoulder for support and he wrapped his arm tightly around my waist, holding me up. 

I saw Gina’s face instantly brighten when she saw Bellamy but began glare at me when she saw me in his arms. She came rushing up to us and started pulling on his arm. 

“Bellamy come with me, I need to show you something,” she whined. 

“I need to get Y/n to Clarke first. I might even stay the night in the drop ship, she’s really messed up,” Bellamy explained, shrugging her off. I saw Gina’s face drop and then she was glaring at me again. 

“Just come on Bellamy, I really want to hang out with you today,” she begged. 

“Gina I can’t!” he yelled. I saw her face flush and she looked absolutely outraged. She gave me a sharp glare, making me shrink into Bellamy’s side. 

She moved to walk past me, only to slide her foot under mine, successfully tripping me. I let out a yelp, both in pain and surprise, falling forward for the second time today. Bellamy grabbed my hips tightly, pulling me to him. My eyes welled up with tears and I let out heavy breaths, trying to get my pain under control. 

“What the hell Gina! You could’ve seriously hurt her! Why the hell would you do that,” Bellamy screamed. 

“I-” 

“You know what, don’t even talk to me! Just go away,” he barked out, cutting her off. She gave me one last glare and then stalked away. 

“Are you okay?” he asked. I sniffled and nodded my head. “Let’s get you to Clarke, okay?” 

“Okay,” I whispered.

He helped me limp over to the drop ship, which we now used as a hospital of sorts. “Oh my god! What happened?” Clarke asked as soon as Bellamy helped me through the doorway. 

“She fell,” he stated. 

“Technically, I tripped and then face planted,” I piped up. Both Clarke and Bellamy rolled their eyes and I shrunk into Bellamy’s chest. He rubbed my back and then asked where he could put me. 

“Over here,” she said, pointing to a cot in the corner of the first level. 

“I need to go grab something from my tent that will help with her, I’ll be right back,” Clarke told us. Bellamy nodded his head in acknowledgement and then carried me over to the cot. He set me down as gently as he could but I still flinched a little when my leg touched the cot. 

“Sorry,” he whispered. I looked up at him and saw a guilty expression on his face. 

“Hey, it’s fine,” I told him, grabbing onto his hand. He gave me a close mouthed smile and rubbed my hand with his thumb. I flinched when he touched the finger I had crushed this morning, causing his eyebrows to furrow. He looked down and saw my extremely bruised finger with dried up blood on it that I hadn’t realized was there. 

“What happened?” he asked, concern flooding all of his features. 

“I got distracted by something when I was working on the wall with a hammer earlier today,” I explained bashfully. 

“What distracted you,” he asked, smirking. I blushed and looked away.

“You,” I whispered. His smirk got even bigger and he was practically oozing cockiness. “Don’t be too proud of yourself. You know how I am, I get distracted by anything that’s cute or shiny,” I shot at him. 

“So you think I’m cute,” he questioned. 

“No! Well, maybe. I mean, no!” He smiled at me and winked. 

“Well I think you’re adorable,” he told me. I felt my entire face turn red and I looked away shyly.

“I’m back,” Clarke announced, walking back into the drop ship. She had a white bandage in her hand. “This is for your ankle, the pressure of the bandage will help it heal,” she explained. She wrapped the bandage around my ankle tightly and I flinched, instinctively clutching onto Bellamy’s hand. He squeezing me hand, taking his other hand and ran it through my hair. 

“What next?” Bellamy asked. 

“We don’t have any ice so she just needs to keep her leg still and wait for it to heal,” Clarke replied. “You can go on back to your tent Bell, all she needs is some rest now. I’ll stay with her overnight to watch over her,” Clarke told him. I felt my heart fall at the thought of him leaving.

“No, it’s okay, Clarke. I’ll stay with her. You rest up, you deserve it,” he replied.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

He nodded before looking down at me and smiling. 

Clarke walked out and I heard a chorus of goodnights from outside the dropship. Bellamy walked across the room and grabbed a cloth, dumping it in a bucket of water. He squeezed it out and brought it over, wiping away the dirt on my face. 

“Thanks,” I whispered. He smiled softly in return. He discarded of the cloth and then pulled a chair up next to me, sitting down in it. He grabbed my hand, running his thumb over my knuckles and slowly lulling me to sleep. 

I woke up to Bellamy screaming at someone outside of the drop ship. “No Gina, we’re done! What you did to Y/n was the final straw! I’m done with you,” he shouted. 

“Fine! Leave me for that whore, but don’t come crawling back to me when you realize how much better I am!” She shouted back, just as loud as him. 

“What the hell did you just say about her?” he asked. If I didn’t know any better I would’ve swore that he sounded like he was going to murder her. 

“Bellamy,” I called out weakly, hoping that if I intervene no further damage would be made. 

“We’ll continue this later,” he muttered. I heard her walk away before Bellamy appeared in the doorway before walking over to my side. grabbing my hand

“What do you need, sweetheart?” he asked, grabbing my hand.

“Were you talking with Gina?” I questioned, even though I already knew the answer.

“Yeah, I broke up with her,” he told me.

“Are you okay?” I asked quietly.

“Yeah, you don’t need to worry about me, princess,” he assured. I blushed at the nickname.

“Why did you break up with her?“

"Because what she did to you wasn’t okay,” he told me.

“So it’s my fault? God, I’m so sorry Bell,” I whispered, staring up at him guiltily. 

“No! No, of course it isn’t your fault. It’s my fault because I couldn’t give Gina what she deserved in the relationship. Because I have feelings for someone else,” he explained, playing with the bottom of his shirt. I felt my face fall, realizing he had feelings for another girl.

“Who is it?” I inquired, slightly bitter.

“You.” My head shot up to look at him.

“Seriously?”

 “Yeah, I’m in love with you Y/n,” he admitted. 

“I guess I went out and got my knee dislocated for no reason then,” I replied. He let out a loud laugh before leaning towards me and pressing his lips on mine.

[kilibaggins]

Knight In Shining Armor

Request: Can you do murphy/reader set after the hanging? You can decide if he gets banished or not but hurt/comfort please? Maybe they run away together or reader yells at Bellamy or something? (I know you said to wait but we all know I have no self control at this point, oops. Love ya, good luck!) ~ @ultimatereyesstan

A/N: AH! Thank you for this request! I had so much fun with it! I love comfort fics!

Setting: post-hanging.

Warnings: Hanging, Blood, Wounds, uh... Please tell me if anything else?

Word Count: 1,910

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Murphy was scared. You know this, while everyone thinks he's angry and violent and that's all there is to him, you know that's wrong. You know that the anger, the hate, the everything is a facade. A mask he slips on every morning because he feels that if he shows the real him, he'll get hurt.

You know it's fake, you've seen him in his soft moments. You saw him take care of his mother at late hours of the night when she couldn't take care of herself. You saw him sobbing after his mothers death, no matter how much before then he said he wouldn't care if she died. You've seen him in the late hours of the night when he would cry about how horrible the Ark was, and how bad he felt for the people who suffered at the hands of the chancellor and his goons.

So, you know that when he gets up after being hung, this is yet another facade. A disguise to hide his pain and hide his fear. You walk up to him as he yells at Bellamy, his body tight with anger. You put your hand on his arm and softly pull at it, gaining his attention.

"Don't do this. Don't do something you'll regret." You say, and Murphy looks at you for a minute, seeming to think listen. "How does this end Murphy? What? You think you can go and get revenge and it'll turn out alright? How did you getting revenge last time turn out? With you in a locked cell. And now what happens when there's no cells." You continue and you see him thinking.

"Y/N I-" Murphy says and you can see his anger fading already.

"No. You need to stop. You think this is going to do anything other than hurt you more? I know you've got to be in pain, probably a nasty headache." You say, and you see hsi breathing become more shallow. He nods softly and you sigh. "Bellamy, go take Charlotte somewhere, she killed someone, she can;t just get away with it."

"What makes you think you can tell me what to do?" He demands, and you step up to him.

"Because I actually have a brain. Unlike you who just hung an innocent boy because you didn't think." You say, and step back again, grabbing Murphy's hand, and throwing his arm around your shoulders, helping him to the dropship. You help him to the hammock, and by now his energy is gone, all of the adrenaline that was coursing through him has dropped. He looks up at you with pain on his face and you frown.

“No, there’s no room here.” He mumbles, his words barely making it out. You look at him puzzled, and when he moves to get up and you softly push him back down.

“John, what’s going on? No room for what?” You ask. He frowns harder, and you suppress a smile and how adorable he looks. He always tries to look intimidating, but to you he has always been adorable. Someone who could never hurt you.

“You.” He whimpers, closing his eyes, probably from his headache. You smile softly and move his hair from his face.

“Okay, then do you want me to move you to the floor? On the blankets?” You ask and he nods softly, making sure not to hurt his head more. His head must be pounding, you used to help Abby in the med-bay before getting in trouble, there you learned a lot of stuff about medical things, especially injuries. Hanging, which cuts off the blood flow, usually causes intense headaches if the person doesn’t die from it. You know it most hurt right now, that plus the pain on other parts of his body, would be overwhelming. You softly grab his arm again, and help him to sit up.

“Ow.” He whimpers and you wince. “Hurts.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” You say, helping him off of the hammock. You help him over to a pile of blankets on the ground. “Alright, I’m going to help you down now, okay?” You ask, not really expecting an answer. You softly help him down and once he’s laying down, you see his muscles relax. You kneel down next to him, and gingerly cup his face. He opens his eyes and looks at you.

“It’s darker down here.” He says, and you nod. “It’s better. Doesn’t hurt.” He says. You smile and softly move his hair out of his face.

“I’m glad.” You say, your fingers running through his hair. “I’m going to get the bucket of water and cloth from over there, and bring it over to wash you up, okay?” You ask and he nods this time. You walk away to grab the bucket and he tries to watch you but he can’t move much. You grab the bucket and walk back.

“First, your amazing face.” You state, bringing the wet cloth up and washing his face. He smiles softly, before letting his eyes close and letting you do what you need to do. He trusts you with his life, and he will continue to trust you for a long time. He shakily brings his hand forward to rest it on your knee so he can feel you here with him. “You know, as much as revenge sounds fun, I’m happy I could stop you.” You say, now cleaning a wound. He mumbles something and you pull back enough to listen.

“Y- you didn’t do shit.” He pauses to chuckle. “I did that on my own.”

“Oh really? So you're telling me you gave up on your own?” You ask looking down a thim with a smile.

Murphy nods and smiles, “Yup.” He says, and then when he doesn’t talk anymore you bring the cloth down to his lips and wipe them clean of the mud staining them. You then softly move on to his neck. When you first put the cloth to him he flinches back, and you pull away, not wanting to scare him.

“Murphy, I’m not going to hurt you. But it looks like you’re bleeding, and you’ve got mud near it too, I need to wash it so you don’t get infected. That would be a horrible spot to get an infection.” You say softly, and he looks up at you. He opens his mouth to say something before he shakes his head and licks his lips. “What is it?” You ask.

He sighs softly, his breath shuddering. “Just… Be careful with me, okay? Please.” He asks, and you smile.

“Of course.” You say, and you let him relax again before softly washing his neck. Murphy has a hard time asking for things, especially for people to be nice or soft with him. The first time he did it it was when you were younger and he had accidentally cut his hand with a knife he had been laying with. He had come to the med-bay, but instead of waiting his turn or being taken care of by anyone else, he had come straight to you. “I’ll always be careful with you, Murph.” You say, and you remember saying it that day too. In a soft voice as he sat on one of the cots in front of you, looking at you like you held up the moon. You look at his face now, and see the same look.

“Thank you.” He says, and you smile softly. You both remember the conversation that day well, since it had been the first time you really saw him vulnerable. He never had even been this way after a bad day with his mother. He always hid those feelings up. You notice that Murphy’s neck is indeed bleeding, and you patch him up. “Sleepy.” He suddenly says, and you jump, not used to the sound in the quiet room.

“You can sleep, you know. I won’t hurt you.” You promise, and he nods up at you.

“I know you won’t.” He says, putting emphasis on the word ‘you’. You take a deep breath and you nod, understanding. Murphy’s scared of everyone else. You grab your knife, pulling it out and showing him it.

“I won’t let anybody hurt you.” You say, turning the knife in your hand. He smiles and laughs.

“You? Protecting me? Yeah, let’s see how that works out.” He snarks, but he closes his eyes and lets himself relax against the blankets. You softly undo his jacket, but keep his shirt on. You don’t want to do anything anywhere like that until he gets back to his normal self. You know he doesn’t like you seeing him that way. You’ve never really understood why, especially since you two are so close, but you assume it’s some type of self worth issues. You finish washing him up, first his arms, then his legs. He only stirs a few times, like if you’re cleaning a wound and it hurts him. When he does this, you shush him, softly petting his face until his eyes close once again.

“Do you need any help?” a voice asks behind you, and you jump, surprised that it doesn’t wake up Murphy. You put down your cloth and look behind you to see Clarke. You can tell she’s flustered, probably worried about Murphy.

“I don't need your help.” You say, your voice darker than it usually is. You know it might be irrational, but you can’t help but feel protective over Murphy. You see Clarke’s face fall and you sigh.

“I know I caused this, but I want to help. He didn’t deserve this.” She says, and you look down at the ground. “Please, let me help.” She says, walking forward. You sigh softly and look at Murphy’s sleeping face.

“I love him.” You say, grabbing his hand.

“Yeah, I assumed so.” She says, a small smile on her face. You look at her and smile.

“There’s not much to help with anymore, I cleaned him up and made sure his wounds were covered. I think you should.” You say, running your thumb over the back of his hand. “I just don't want him seeing you when he wakes up.” You admit.

“That makes sense.” Clarke responds and you nod. “I’ll be out there dealing with the others.” Clarke walks away, and leaves the dropship, leaving you and Murphy alone. You watch as Murphy wakes up once again.

“Y/N?” He asks, his eyes opening and looking up at you. You smile softly and pet his hair back again.

“Hey, baby. Go back to sleep okay?” You say, and he shakes his head. You look down at him in confusion. “Why not?” You ask.

“Want you- Want you to hold me.” He says softly, and you feel your heart break. He never asks to be held, not unless something is really wrong.

“Okay, baby, I will. Just relax okay?” You say, moving so that you’re behind him. You wrap your arm around him, and you feel him turn around in your arms. He buries his face in your shoulder and you sigh saldy, bringing your hand up to play with his hair. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.” You say, and Murphy nods softly.

“My Knight in Shining Armor.” Murphy jokes, and you smile softly, kissing the top of his head. You’re happy to help him. Hopefully from here on out, everything will be okay.

[kageyamass]

Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: The 100 (TV), The 100 (TV) RPF
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Bellamy Blake/Reader, Bellamy Blake/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Bellamy Blake, Indra (The 100), Jasper Jordan, Clarke Griffin, Octavia Blake, Lexa (The 100), Monty Green
Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Angst, The 100 (TV) Season 1, The 100 (TV) Season 2, The 100 (TV) Season 3, The 100 (TV) Season 4, The 100 (TV) Season 5, The 100 (TV) Season 6, The 100 (TV) Season 7 Summary: It’d only been three days since I woke up from my cryo-sleep when I became a leader for the remaining people on Earth. They told me about something falling from the sky, crashing down somewhere near here. It could be the Ark, but we had to make sure it wasn’t anything dangerous. How dangerous could they even be? note : this will contain a lot of spoilers from season 6 and 7! i have not watched these seasons but i read up on them bc m/c’s character stems from a lot of stuff discussed in these seasons. if i get anything wrong pls pm me on here or on tumblr: @kageyamass. thank u and enjoy!

[blkmxrvel]

i don’t post on here often, i know but. I just had to come on here and say a few things because Twitter can’t contain the amount of things that I’m feeling.

The 100 has been one of the most impactful shows in my life. I started watching at 14 and here I am 18 and sobbing over a show that I watched grow up as it watched me. I’ve cried and I’ve laughed, I’ve hated and I’ve loved. But most importantly I’ve stayed. And I’ve watched and there were so many times when I thought i was wasting my time. I had my comfort characters but they were starting to become less comfortable and unrecognizable as the series went on but I never gave up hope.

I can’t believe that this show ended when it feels like it only began a few months ago. I’ve said that I hated the show and wanted it to end and I did. I never thought that we were going to get the ending that we did. I was so set on having heartbreak and anguish course through my veins but instead I experienced anxiety, fear and then very pleasantly surprised. At seeing one of my favorite characters (even if it wasn’t her all the way) and seeing everyone else I’ve loved finally get the happy ending they deserved.

This journey has been one that I will never forget. These characters will live on in me for a lifetime and that’s because of my amazing actors that portray them the way they do. The way they shine a light into everyone’s home and makes it a little bit brighter. For that I’m grateful.

I remember first hearing about the show called ‘the 100’ the only reason I even agreed to start watching was for the lesbian couple people were talking about. I binged it religously and fell in love with each character along the way. And the moment I meant lexa kom trikru, heda of the 12 clans, i knew she was going to be someone that had an immense influence on the plot of this show. she was fierce and headstrong but caring and compassionate. she knew what she wanted and got it always. She allowed her to make new alliances, friends and find a new love. She was someone that so many people resonated with. And when she got taken from us like she did, it broke so many hearts. Crushed so many spirits. But we never gave up. never stopped reminiscing and remembering her for who the was and what she did.

Alycia has been someone that has instilled so much joy and trust into all of our hearts. She gave us lexa in the most glorious way, like no one else could have. She poured her soul into this character and made sure we felt it. She never gave up on us, little did we know. Even when it felt like the end was definite, she loved us enough to make sure that we got the closure that we needed. And that we could move on and remember this amazing character. I’ve never seen someone to talented, warm, compassionate with their fans like alycia has been. we truly don’t deserve her.

I think I’ve said all that I need to say. If u haven’t watched the finale or this season, do it. You will cry, you will yell and want to give up but I promise you it is worth it. More than anything I could have imagined happening. Each character brings something different and you really see the meaning of what family and love can mean to a person, and how no matter what u think it will all pay off in the end.

So, may we meet again. and remember that life is about more than just surviving.

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