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deancasbigbang · 6 months
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Title: right in the palm of your hand
Author: LoversAntiquities
Artist: JenniferB
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Dean/Others (mentioned)
Length: 39000
Warnings: Suicidal ideation, descriptions of torture
Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Parenthood, Trauma Recovery, Future Fic, Post-Season 12 Finale
Posting Date: October 30, 2023
Summary: Five years after Castiel's death, Dean has built a life in Murphy, North Carolina. A decent life, with a house he built with his own hands, and Jack, now five years old and beginning kindergarten in the fall. Only, after a string of failed relationships and sleepless nights staring at the urn on his windowsill, he makes an unwilling decision--to bury Castiel for good. Only, the night he and Jack bury Castiel's ashes, the unthinkable happens--Castiel rises from the dead, wounded from his time in the Empty, and with his resurrection comes questions Dean never thought he would need answered. Namely, how long will Castiel stay with him--and will the Empty come back for him, once and for all?
Excerpt: On the other end, the phone rings three times—then a fourth, and Dean’s heart sinks. A fifth, and the dial tone ends halfway, the noise replaced with a tired sigh. “Isn’t it a little late for you to be calling?” Dean snorts and tilts his head back, eyes closed. “Jack had a hard day. Swear, the kid’s brain never shuts off.” Mary hums a noise. A metal chair scrapes the concrete floor on the other end, grating in Dean’s ears. Kitchen, then. “When you were three, you used to go on these tangents,” she says, mirthful yet somehow sad. “I couldn't understand what you were saying most of the time, but on the days you talked the most, it took forever to put you to bed.” “I probably gave you hell,” Dean says. He rubs the bridge of his nose, the pressure only furthering the ache behind his eyes. “I’m turning into John.” For a long moment, Mary doesn’t reply. Dean listens to her walk, her socked feet padding lightly through the Bunker; a door opens, then clicks shut. “Don’t talk about yourself like that,” she says, quiet. “What happened?” Nothing, he thinks. In the grand scheme of things, today’s incident was barely a drop in the bucket of Dean’s bad parenting skills, but it still stings all the same. “I’m—The kid scares me to death,” he says with a pained laugh. “I thought I was getting better at this. I thought, if I did everything the opposite of what dad did to me, then I’d finally redeem myself, but I…” A breath. “He scared me today, and I—I scared him.” “Dean.” Her bed frame creaks. Dean imagines her sitting on the edge of her mattress, dressed in a cotton robe with her hair pulled back, her eyes just as tired as the day he left. “I wish you would’ve let us help.” “I know.” Admittedly, he should have let Mary and Sam take on co-parenting duties, but Jack was Castiel’s son, and for some reason, letting anyone else take responsibility of him felt like betrayal. “I’m not gonna throw a kid in your lap again, especially after you just…” After you came back, he wants to say. “Know it ain’t been easy on you, either.” “It hasn’t,” Mary says, “but it’s getting better.” There’s that, at least.
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fanfics4all · 6 months
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Wax Play
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Request: Yes / No Kinktober day 7!
Requests are closed  <3 Have a nice day/night
John Murphy x Fem!Reader 
Word count: 1926
Warnings: SMUT!
Y/N: Your Name 
Prompt(s): Wax Play
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“Baby?” I hesitantly asked. 
“Are you here?” I added as I made my way into the apartment. I quickly became disappointed when there was no answer. He didn’t come… I sighed and thought about going to get a bottle of wine. I tossed my keys to the side and went to go turn on the lights. A hand wrapped around my wrist, tugging hard until I lost my balance. I fell into a warm solid body. A moment later a I was moving again, disoriented in the dark, until I felt my back touch the wall and the body pressed tightly into me. My hands were trapped behind me, both of them being held by one fist. The person’s head dropped down and sharp teeth nipped at my earlobe. 
“Hello, Kitten.” His voice whispered. 
“Hey, baby…” I breathed out. He stilled and pushed into me a bit harder. 
“What was that?” He asked, an edge to his tone. 
“Hello, Sir.” I corrected myself. 
“That better, Kitten.” He said. His mouth trailed down from my ear to my neck, placing soft kisses against my skin. I tilted my head to the side to give him better access and sighed happily. I hardly noticed when he brought my hands to my front. I did notice when he locked some cuffs around my wrists, a short chain between them which meant I could still move, but not much. 
“I love that you said to put the coat hooks here, so helpful for hanging up our jackets and… other things.” He smirked. He lifted my arms above my head and hooked them just over my head, my elbows bent and dangling on either side of my temples. He then kissed me, his mouth slicked over mine, tongue invading as his hands got to work on the buttons of my shirt. He slid his hands around my ribs. They travelled up to cup my breasts, thumb flicking over my nipples through my bra. There were little electrical pulses being sent through my body. I was frustrated that I couldn’t touch him too, so I nipped at the tip of his tongue. He jerked back and grined down at me evilly. 
“Are you sure you want to go down that road, Kitten?” He asked. ‘Sorry Sir’ drifted through my mind for a moment, but instead I raised an eyebrow at him and tugged on my restraints. His grin widened. 
“You want it that bad, Kitten? Too bad. We’re going at my pace, and I want to inspect what’s mine.” He paused and looked me up and down. 
“Speaking of inspections, were you a good girl?” He asked. 
“Yes, Sir.” I answered. 
“Let’s see, shall we?” He asked. He stepped back a bit and then his hands on my hips turned me around. It was awkward with my hands locked above me, but I managed. He reached around and popped open the button of my jeans. He tugged the zipper down incredibly slow. He ran his fingers beneath the gap between my waistband and my skin before slipping my jeans over my hips. He helped me out of them, but left my heels on. His hands ran back up my legs to my ass. I wasn’t wearing underwear, just as he instructed me this morning. 
“Hmmm…” He hummed. His hands kneaded and squeezed my ass. 
“Oh good girl, Kitten.” He said. His fingers wiggled the jewlled plug I put in, just as he asked this morning. 
“How has it felt wearing this all day, knowing no one else knew about it, but me, hmm, Kitten?” He teased. 
“G-Good, Sir.” I answered. 
“Did it make you wet?” He asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. He slid his fingers forward until they could feel just how soaked I was. 
“Fuck, Kitten.” He moaned slightly. I mewed and arched my back, hoping he might slide his fingers inside and ease the ache. My clit was pulsing and twitching, but he didn’t touch either. He went back to the plug, fingers grasping it lightly. 
“You like feeling this inside you?” He asked. 
“Yes, Sir. But-” 
“But what?” He cut me off. 
“But I-I would like it out now please, Sir?” I asked. 
“Would you?” He asked, starting to pull, slowly increasing the pressure. I winced and widened my stance, using my muscles to help him until it slid free. I hissed, feeling my asshole contract, throbbing slightly. At least it was out now… My relief was short lived. 
“No Kitten, I don’t think so, not yet.” He said. The metal plug was hot from my body when it nudged at my asshole again. I umpleasently moaned and went to step away, but I couldn’t go anywhere. A sharp slap on my ass stopped me in my tracks. 
“Stay still!” He ordered. I grit my teeth, but held still as he pressed forward until the plug slid inside once again. He then eased it out again, and in, and out, and in… I whined in protest, but it hardly hurt anymore. 
“Let’s just leave this in for right now, shall we Kitten?” He asked with a smirk. He pressed on the plug one last time, my ass accepted it easily. 
“Come on, then.” He reached up and unhooked me. He lowered my arms until they rested in front of me, still locked together. I’d only been hooked up for a few minutes, but my shoulders and upper arms were feeling sore. He curled a finger around the chain and turned me around, tugging me forward. I followed him clumsily as he flicked on the light in our room. I blinked, trying to adjust to the light. There were restraints casually resting along the bed, a wand, and a blindfold. 
I tried not to smile, but this was amazing. He led me to the bed and took a moment to uncoff on hand so he could take off my shirt and bra. He pushed my hands back above my head and used one of the restraints to secure them to the headboard. Restraints went around both my ankles and tied them to the bottom of the bed. My legs were spread wide open and he had full access. He picked up the blindfold and covered my eyes. 
“Green?” He asked. 
“Green, Sir.” I whispered back. He secured the blindfold against my head. I felt a firm hand on the inside of my thigh before it was replaced with a cool hardness of the wand. It dug into me slightly as John tied it to my thigh with another restraint. He adjusted it, making sure it was tight up against my clit, then started it. 
I flexed at the low buzz, but he barely turned it on. It was more of a tickling sensation, nothing that would get me off. I pouted, but kept my complaints to myself. A warm hand started roaming over my body, up the inside of my legs, down the curve of my waist, and around the curve of my breasts. A hand found it’s way around my throat, squeezing once gently before coming up to cup my cheek. He roughly kissed my lips and it took my breath away. He pulled back and I longed for his hand to be back on my neck. I wondered where he was going to touch me next. 
Instead he turned the wand up a few levels. My breath hitched from the abrupt change. My thighs flexed, wanted to close, but I couldn’t. A cold touch ran upp the arch of my foot. I jerked my foot, but couldn’t move it much. Another touch, but this time along the inside of my upper arm. It was cold and wet. Ice… 
I wasn’t sure if I enjoyed it or not. It made my muscles twitch and jerk, and with the wand turned up almost as high as it would go, my body was ridgid. I wanted to cum so bad. 
“Don’t you dare, Kitten. Not without permission.” He said. 
“Can I cum, Sir?” I asked instently. 
“No.” He answered just as fast. 
I gave a frustrated groan, pulling at my restraints. I pictured him holding the ice cube as he glided it over my warm skin. I was panting, trying to guess where he would glide it next. I cried out when he circled my nipple instead of running it up my inner thigh. 
“Please can I cum, Sir?” I begged. 
“No.” He answered. 
“Please?” I begged more. He didn’t answer, just turned the vibrator up higher. 
I yelped and arched my back, pressing my head into the softness of the sheets. Ice ran down my left sife, along my upper arm. It moved across my collar bones down my forehead, and along the bridge of my nose. The streaks of cold were bringing goosebumps all over my body. 
Suddenly there was a soft drop onto my stomach. I though it was a drop of water from the ice cube, until my brain registered the scorching heat. Candle wax… I gasped and my stomach muscles tensed, but I was almost immediately distracted by the ice going down my left cheek. Another burn met my left breast and the ice traveled up to the center of my palm. Heat scorched my pubic mound and chills ran up my right foot. A drop of burning wax found it’s way to the inside of my knee. The want was demanding my attention each time I tensted. 
“Please! Please, please, please, Sir, please can I cum, please?” I begged. 
“Cum.” He ordered me as three drops of hot wax met my skin. One on my hip, my stomach, and directly on my nipple. I screamed as an oragsm ripped through me at the same time the hot pain radiated across my skin. He stopped the wand and pulled it away along with my other restraints. He pushed himself between my lets and pressed the ice cube to my clit. He was holding it there as he thrusted in and out. I was incredibly sensitive from cumming and fought against him. He held me still as he pressed the ice cube harder against me. 
I throbbed at the cold ache mixed with the pleasure of his cock dragging over my g-spot. My arms were still trapped above my head. I could do nothing but take it. My clit pulsed in overstimulation, but unable to escape the ice. My eyes widened under the blindfold as I realized I was going to cum again. 
“Cumming!” I gasped, unable to form a full sentence. John let go of my leg and ripped the blindfold off of me, still holding the ice cube in place. 
“Cum.” He ordered and kissed me. John groaned into my mouth and I felt him filling me up. 
“Oh fuck!” He groaned as he pulled back. John drop on me and I felt grounded by his weight. After a moment he got off me and letme out of the cuffs. He pulled me into his chest and pealed off the bits of dried wax. 
“You alright, Y/N?” He asked. 
“Mmhmm.” I hummed. 
“We’ll get up and shower in a minute, okay?” He asked. 
“Mmm.” I hummed. 
“Words baby, yes? No?” He asked. 
“Mmm.” I hummed again, I couldn’t really do much. 
“I take it you like it then? Since I’ve rendered you speechless?” He asked. I nodded as I was half asleep. John kissed my head and held me close. 
“Just relax a bit then we’ll shower.” He whispered and I nodded.
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metalandmagi · 2 years
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Other things to focus on in this season of HSMTMTS, because I’m kinda tired of seeing nothing but Rina vs Portwell in the tags.
1. Kourtney and her anxiety plotline. I love that they turned a “haha teens can’t survive without their phones” joke into something that actually means a lot to her, since she can’t communicate with her mom when she’s panicked. I even went back and watched Camp Rock (for the first time in forever), because they said it’s her comfort movie, and now I see why.
2. ELTON JOHN CASWELL!
3. Maddox and Jet’s relationship. I LOVE SIBLING STORIES! Their past is infinitely more interesting to me than the love triangles. If love triangles are your jam, that’s great, but I LOVE SIBLING DRAMA! I think it’s partially because they give me Connor and Zoe Murphy vibes from Dear Evan Hansen. 
4. Ashlyn’s “make way for Belle” attitude. I was really annoyed with her at the beginning of the season, but now I think this is a valid arc for her to go through. When you’ve spent a lot of time playing side characters, then suddenly get the lead (when you’re not someone who is normally cast as a “princess” type), then get put in the ensemble during something you saw as your big break, it can be...a lot to process. She’s had an entire season of Big Red telling her how amazing she is (and she IS amazing), but something every theater kid needs to learn is that every show is different. You will not always be the lead. You will not always be in the background. Nothing is certain in theater.
5. ELTON JOHN CASWELL!
6. Ashlyn is definitely going to be bi now. Realizing you have feelings for someone of the same gender while you’re already in a very happy relationship is a crazy journey to go on, and I want to see her deal with her feelings (but I swear if she and Big Red break up, I’ll cry).
7. Everything going on between Ricky and Jet. I love that Ricky is a full fledged theater kid now, and he sees so much of himself in Jet. I love that he’s trying to bring Jet into this world (and yes, Ricky is also a bi disaster, you love to see it).
8. ELTON JOHN CASWELL!!!!
9. I really hope they don’t drop Carlos being angry at always being an inanimate comedic character and trying to change the cast list. I wonder if this will come back at some point now that they are specifically trying to stir up drama.
10. I don’t have anything against Val’s character. I like Meg Donnelly, and I was super excited for her to be in the show...but she isn’t serving too much of a purpose right now other than to push Gina and EJ’s plotline foreword. I want to see more of her.
11. This season is really showing how much pressure you can put on one person before he snaps. Let EJ take a nap. 
12. I feel like there could have been an opportunity for Ashlyn to be kind of upset at not being cast as Elsa, specifically because she and Gina have always had the more sisterly bond. I feel like they’re so much farther away this season.
13. What’s up between Kourtney and Jet? They keep dropping little “blink and you’ll miss it” interactions between them. Don’t know if it’s a couple thing or a friendship thing, but I think it’s kind of cute!
So anyway, I’m happy the shippers are having fun, but this is where I’m at right now...
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kikiroo · 5 months
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TAG SOMEONE YOU WANT TO KNOW AND/OR SOME OF YOUR BESTIES
Tagged by @dear-massacre @rosieposiepuddingnpie & @lucky-bishop 💜💜
Last song: Suddenly Seymour
Last movie: STILL MEG 2: THE TRENCH
Currently watching: s2 of Our Flag Means Death 😭
Other stuff I watched this year: the Meg and the Meg 2: the trench last weekend and they were incredible. Plus… Only Murders in the Building because I just finished that, a re-binge of The West Wing, thrilled my late night dorks Seth Meyers and John Oliver are back on the air, I finished s15 and started s16 of Taskmaster. Bobs Burgers/the Great North… 🤔 Probably other stuff I’m not thinking of. Oh and some Bluey and Milo Murphy’s Law when the tots come over
Shows I dropped/didn’t finish: I am not up to date on what we do in the shadows 😭 or good omens actually
Currently reading: Gaza in Crisis by Noam Chompsky & Ilan Pappé
Currently listening to: nothing, the hoods are rumbling but otherwise it’s so quiet and it’s perfection
Currently working on: at this exact moment I’m writing up performance reviews
Absolutely no pressure tagging @outtoshatter @aurevell @quietborderline @wellhalesbells
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Whumptober no. 18 - "Just get it over with." (2k words)
Fandom: The 100
Characters: John Murphy (whumpee) Emori (caretaker)
A tag fic to 5x06, John has reached a breaking point with the pain of the shock collar and he needs Emori to get it off, no matter what.
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“The Ring’s starting to look pretty good right about now…” Murphy trailed off. He turned back to Emori as an idea came to him. “How much fuel is left in this thing?”
“Not enough. Why? What are you thinking?” Emori asked, wielding the screwdriver in her newly gloved hands, ready to take another jab at removing the collar.
"I've got an idea. If the collar still works after you get it off anyways."
"Do you want it off or do you want it off and still functional? Because one of those options will probably hurt more than the other."
Murphy scrunched his nose, internally debating how much pain it would be worth. Instead of making the choice himself, he replied "dealers choice."
She glared at him, irritated that he would drop such a decision on her. She hated to see him in pain and hated even more to be the one inflicting the pain. "My main priority is getting it off of you, if it works afterwards, fine, but I won't be going out of my way to be gentle with it."
"Fine."
He took a deep breath and tilted his head slightly, lifting his jaw to indicate he was ready for her to try again.
She raised the tool and imitated his deep breath, steadying herself before aiming the tip of the screwdriver at the line around the edge of the protected control panel. "Here we go," she whispered and slotted it in.
Just as before, the collar crackled to life and John instantly reacted, his head thrown back as every muscle in his body clenched. Emori grit her teeth and tried to angle the tool so that it caught the edge of the cover, trying to pry it open when John slipped off the seat, his knees slamming hard into the unforgiving floor of the pod and she quickly pulled away.
As the crackle of the electricity cut off, John fell back against the row of seats. He yelled in frustration and punched the floor before wrapping his arms around his knees and pressing his head against his forearms.
Emori slid off the seat and knelt next to him, “I think I almost had it that time-”
“You think you almost had it??” John raised his head and glared at her with fire in his eyes. They were wet and red.
“I’m sorry, John! I’m trying here-”
“Well, try harder. I just- I can’t do this anymore. Every time the shocks stop and the collar is still there-” His voice cut off with a strangled sob and he dropped his head onto his arms again.
“Please. Just get it over with.”
He slid further down onto the floor, finding an angle where he could lay flat amongst the bolted down seats. He looked up at her with tears slipping out of the corners of his eyes. “Pin me down if you have to, but whatever you do, or whatever I do, don’t stop until it’s done.”
Emori knelt next to him and used her gloved hand to wipe the tears away. “Are you sure about this?” She asked in a whisper.
“Just get it over with.”
Reluctantly, she threw a leg over him and shifted so she straddled his torso. “If you’re ok with it, I need to keep your arms away from me so you don’t try to stop me. Can I kneel on your arms?”
He nodded, scrubbed his hands over his face and took another deep breath before shifting himself underneath her, directing her so her knees pressed down on his upper arms and then wrapping his hands around her boots. “OK. Let’s do this,” he said, closing his eyes.
She leaned down and pressed a kiss against his temple and whispered an apology before moving the screwdriver into position.
As soon as she made contact with the collar again, she felt her own stomach twist as Murphy instantly tensed and started to writhe below her. Flat on the ground, the repetitive tensing of his neck caused his head to rattle against the floor and she was barely able to keep the tool wedged where she needed it. Using her left hand, she directed his head to the side and leaned forward, placing just enough pressure to keep his head in one place while she worked with her right hand. She could feel his grip on her boots, clenched hands digging into leather and his arms trembling from exertion below her knees. She needed to move faster.
The control panel finally popped open and she took a breath she hadn’t consciously been holding. The screwdriver briefly lost contact with the collar as she moved to the next position and Murphy gave a strangled sob when the shocks paused for just a moment.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry John,” she whispered before jamming the screwdriver into the control panel again, frantically identifying everything inside as quickly as possible and then going through the motions to disconnect it. The request to potentially keep it functional sat in the back of her mind, but she needed to act fast. It was already too long, longer than it had taken for Madi to put the jeep into reverse to bring him back into range of the remote and even that had nearly knocked him out.
One of Murphy’s knees came up and slammed into the middle of her back and any desire to be careful with the collar went flying out the window. She could feel Murphy unconsciously trying to twist under her, his spasming body trying to throw her weight off of him. “John, please!” She pressed down harder on his head, her forearm nearly covering his whole face and her long fingers clutching the back of his head. She could feel the tension from how tightly his jaw was clenched even through her glove and the thought that maybe he should have had something to bite down on crossed her mind much too late. Leaning forward she pressed more weight on his upper arms with her knees, which in turn brought her face down closer to the crackling collar and she finally spotted it; the little black chip with the shiny silver pins that made it look like a little electronic spider, crouched in the shallow depths of the panel. With a yell of triumph, she slipped the edge of the screwdriver under it and pried it off, sending it skittering across the floor. She heard it hit the wall somewhere near the door.
With that, the electrical current cut off, even with the screwdriver still touching the internals of the collar and Murphy finally went limp beneath her. Emori sighed in relief, removing her arm from his face and putting her knees back on the floor. His eyes were closed.
“John? I got it, it’s done, I got it! I still need to get the lock to release, but it can’t shock you anymore.”
There was no response. Suddenly panicking, she pressed where she could just barely fit her fingers against his throat, between the collar and the underside of his jaw. His pulse was strong, stronger than she expected it to be, but fast, which was less surprising. His body had been under a lot of stress and she could only imagine how much pain he was in. She had only gotten a taste of it back in the cave with a really short shock and even that had made her body ache.
“C’mon John,” she said, gently tapping the side of his face. His eyelids fluttered lightly but otherwise, nothing. “C’mon John, you’re ok. It’s over now, I just need to finish taking it off.”
She changed position, kneeling near his head and slipped her hands under his shoulders to pull him up so his upper body leaned against her, his head cradled against her shoulder. From there she could see the clasp clearer and went to work prying it apart. The fear that maybe she was wrong, that maybe there was still power somehow, crossed her mind and she hesitated for a moment. She grit her teeth, knowing if that was the case, he’d rather she get it over with while he was unconscious rather than waiting till he woke up and putting him through it all over again.
She jammed the tool back into the crevice and let out a gasp of relief when the collar stayed silent and Murphy remained slumped against her. It slipped a couple times and she cursed the collar every time. She had to remind herself it was fine, he wasn’t in danger any more and as it was, the collar was nothing more than a heavy piece of metal jewelry, though half the weight would be the memory of inflicted pain that it carried. It needed to come off, now.
Finally the clasp popped open and it hung loosely around Murphy’s throat. She gently lifted it and choked on a sob as it lifted away from the abused flesh of his throat. Bruises and burns encircled his neck, along with days worth of dirt that had been ground into the wounds.
She dropped the collar to the floor with a heavy thunk and used her teeth to pull her glove off before turning his face towards hers, gently tapping her fingers against his cheek again.
“Ok John, it’s over for real this time. It’s gone,” she whispered, “time to wake up.”
He groaned and his face twisted as he grimaced in pain, his eyes clenching tight before rolling open finally. Tears leaked out as his head lolled against her shoulder, it took a moment for his blue eyes to focus on her. The white parts of his eyes were nearly completely red with blotches.
He swallowed hard and winced at how painful such a simple action was. “Is it over?”
“Yeah, yeah it’s over.” She vaguely nodded her head towards where the offending collar lay on the floor.
“Good,” he said and then coughed harshly. Blood speckled his lip and he managed to lift a hand to wipe it off, staring at the red on his fingertips.
“What the hell?” Emori panicked, shifting so she could get a more straight on look at his face.
“I think-” Murphy cut himself off, sticking his tongue out slightly and poking at it with his fingers. “I think I bit a chunk out of my tongue.”
Emori sighed, half relieved that it wasn’t anything worse but still feeling awful. “Sorry. I should’ve found another glove for you to bite down on.”
She could see his jaw sliding back and forth, trying to find a comfortable place for his tongue to rest. “It’s fine, it’ll heal. Probably would’ve done it eventually anyways if that damn thing stayed on any longer.”
He lifted his head slightly and spotted the collar next to him. He picked it up and let it drop back to the floor with a loud clunk. He stared at it with disdain. “Will it still work?”
“I don’t know. I gave up on being gentle with it and the control chip went flying,” she gestured towards the door. “It’s over there, I can take a look at it. See what I can do.”
“Ok.” John nodded his head weakly. “Take your time. I think I need a nap.” His eyes were already half lidded, she could tell he was having a hard time keeping them open.”
“That’s fair.” She said, running her hand through his hair again and giving him a gentle squeeze before slowly lowering him to the floor again.
She put her glove back on and picked up the collar and started to move towards where the chip landed when Murphy’s hand suddenly wrapped around hers, stopping her in her tracks.
“Emori,” he said, his eyes barely open but she could see the sparkle in them. “Thanks.”
Her lips quirked into a smile and she squeezed his hand before letting go again. “Just don’t get another one of these.” She waved the collar at him.
“I’ll try not to,” he said before closing his eyes.
He fell asleep fairly quickly, as evidenced by his breath evening out and Emori sat down to fiddle with the collar, attempting to get the infernal thing working again for whatever John’s big plan was.
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bdfightclub · 1 year
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Ship Songs Tag
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Redid this and actually put some thought into it this time 😅 Also, this does contain spoilers, just FYI. Anyway, tag 5 to 10 songs that define your OTP!
Miss Atomic Bomb - The Killers
Racing shadows under moonlight
Through the desert on a hot night
And for a second there we'd won
Yeah, we were innocent and young
Cast out of the night, well you've got a foolish heart
So you took your place but the fall from grace was the hardest part
It feels just like a dagger buried deep in your back
You run for cover but you can't escape the second attack
Kabal and Kate start out on opposing sides, but then there's this major event (mentioned below) that happens that brings them together. But, being on opposing sides, there is a level of paranoia each of them share that's exacerbated by their own allies - for Kabal, it's Kano, who doesn't want him getting attached out of fear that he'd leave the Black Dragon, and for Kate, it's Stryker, who actually cares about her, and having known what it's like to have his heart broken by Kabal, doesn't want her to have to go through that betrayal. Eventually, their own fear causes their downfall, and they both turn on each other, despite still being very much in love. (Also the neon lights and desert nights fits the imagery of the story, which for the most part, takes place in Nevada. And then there's Kate's radiation powers, which literally makes her Miss Atomic Bomb, lol.)
Watching Evil Empires Fall Apart - Electric Six
So I focused my attentions on the wars in the west
Drew up a battle plan and put my armies to the test
You came walking through the sands and you were wearing that dress
Lost my interest in the boys and the mess
Dropped to my knees and began to confess
Kabal ends up pretty whipped for Kate. She makes him feel like he isn't the monster Kano wants him to be, and that's dangerous for Kano. Kabal falls so hard that he considers leaving the clan for her, renouncing his past sins for redemption. Like the lyrics in the song, he loses interest in fighting because he's so distracted by her love.
Young God - Halsey
He says, "Oh, baby girl, you know we're gonna be legends
I'm the king and you're the queen and we will stumble through heaven
If there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
I know you wanna go to heaven but you're human tonight."
And I've been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool
For a while now, drowning my thoughts out with the sounds
I've posted about this one before, but it fits Kate's hesitation of getting involved with Kabal, who is supposed to be her enemy. Once they start dating, she fears for his safety, so she starts giving him information that will help the Black Dragon defend themselves against Special Forces. Her actions end up getting a ton of her own allies killed. But in the moment, being loved makes it worth it.
Monsters - Chaos Chaos
There was nothing to regret yet
There was nothing to regret
Until you tried to kiss me on the bed
You broke your promise
You broke something too
Night light in my bed
Not safe and sound in my own head
Light won't keep my shadow away
Are you okay?
There's monsters in my head
And there's nothing, baby, nothing you can do
This one really reflects Kate's paranoia and fear of Kabal's betrayal. When it does happen, she still loves and cares about him - the Are you okay? line really fits her concern about him post break-up. The monsters in her head represents her own fear of being betrayed again, which prevents her from moving on, post break-up.
Sunshine - John Murphy
No lyrics! But there's one super important scene in the story that this song always reminds me of. Kabal revives Kate from the brink of death, and the way he does it, has to do with Kate's Celestial biology. Essentially, he holds her soul in his hands and sees everything that makes Kate who she is - her thoughts, emotions, memories, her entire life from the second she was born to the present moment. And unknowingly, by saving her, he also ends up saving the realm from being destroyed. Even being the bad guy, he still ends up being the good guy lol. (The song is from the movie Sunshine, which also happens to star Hiroyuki Sanada - Scorpion in MK 2021 - as a bad-ass astronaut!)
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Tagging @theelderhazelnut @bisexualjohnnycage @middlechildwhoescapedthebasement @socially-awkward-skeleton @eclecticwildflowers and anyone else who wants to give it a shot! (Also no pressure to reblog or do this 😁. I'm posting for my own reference and it'll be linked on the masterpost.)
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Reel Faeries #552
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Heidi, Stef & Bow Triplets, John Doyle, The Haar, Alasdair White, The Fire Inside, Avon Faire, Kris Colt, Andy Lamy, The Gatehouse Well, Niamh Parsons & Graham Dunne, Terry Clarke - Coyne & Tony Gibbons, Don Gabbert, Hair Of The Dog, The Town Pants, The Hoodie Crows
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5:37 - WELCOME
6:16 - John Doyle "Knock a Chroí (Air) / Beltra Fair (Jig) / Aughris Head (Slip jig)" from The Path of Stones
13:46 - The Haar "Two Sisters" from The Haar
19:22 - Alasdair White "Joe Wilson" from An Clàr Geal (The White Album)
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28:24 - FEEDBACK
31:00 - Avon Faire "The Gowans Are Gay" from Tales of Love and Adventure
33:16 - Kris Colt "Faerie Flag" from Arms of a Stranger
38:01 - Andy Lamy "Reel/ Fionn McCool's Favorite" from The New Blackthorn Stick
42:48 - The Gatehouse Well "Madness Never Leaves" from Undone
47:07 - CELTIC STORIES
53:39 - Niamh Parsons & Graham Dunne, Terry Clarke - Coyne & Tony Gibbons "Bonny Woodhall" from So Here's To You  -  Live in Vlissingen 2001
58:21 - THANKS
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ao3feed-the100 · 10 months
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Os Clarphy
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/muqJZxI
by Rosa2009
Une fan fiction clarphy (Clarke/Murphy). Clarke et Murphy se retrouve seul dans le bunker et décide de prendre du bon temps. Lemon!! L’histoire ne suis pas la série.
Words: 703, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Français
Fandoms: The 100 (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Clarke Griffin, John Murphy (The 100)
Relationships: Clarke Griffin/John Murphy
Additional Tags: Sex, Oral Sex, The Drop Ship, Lemon
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/muqJZxI
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Tagged by @dangerousconnoisseurdonut​ (I did this one already but hoping for a better list of songs this time xD as I won’t be using a specific playlist, just the entire library of like 3000+ songs) 
Rules: Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag ten people. No skipping!
1. Walk Away as the Door Slams Shut by Lil Peep and Lil Tracy
2. Get You the Moon by Kina (ft. Snow)
3. Making Damn Sure by Taking Back Sunday
4. Never There by Cake
5. My Own Drum (Remix) -from the movie Vivo (ft. Missy Elliot)
6. Bird Machine by DJ Snake ft. Alesia 
7. In the House, In a Heartbeat - John Murphy (28 days later theme song)
8. Tear Drops by Chills & Eazy Mac
9. The Lunatics Have Taken Over the Asylum by Collide
10. Liberators by Epic Score
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once upon a time murphy kept bellamy from literally falling off the side of a cliff and now bellamy’s gonna keep murphy from metaphorically falling into depression and self-hatred no matter how many fights or headlocks it takes I can’t handle this
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INTO SILENCE – PART TWO
A QUIET PLACE 2 FANFIC 
Featuring: Emmett x Reader x Others
Words: 7,522
Warnings: Smut, Supernatural Themes, Angst, Gore, Horror, Attempted Rape, Violence
Notes: Read Part One First Please. And sorry about another cliff hanger! What’s on the list? 🙊
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A Sense of Community
Within a split second, you dropped your backpack to the floor and ran over towards the man and fell into his arms.
He looked almost unrecognisable, covered in scars and mud. His leg was clearly injured and he must have travelled a long way to find you.
Tears began to stream down your face as you approached him.
‘I thought you were dead’ you cried, struggling to contain yourself.
‘No Sweatheart We have been looking for you for years’ he said as he gave you a warm smile.
‘We?’ you asked confused as you could only see him.
‘Your brothers and I’ he explained and you instantly knew what that meant.
‘And mum?’ you asked regardless as you saw your brothers Jonathan and Jackson emerge from the shower facilities.
‘Your mother didn’t make it. I am sorry dear’ he said and you answered him with a simple nod. You hadn’t expected to see any of your family again.
‘I only just got here. How did you find me?’ you asked confused and somewhat surprised.
‘We’ve been following the messages you left in the nearby townships. But, when we reached your camp, it was gone. The shed you were staying in had burned to the ground and the creatures were everywhere covering the fields, following the noises. We then saw the markings on the trees and followed them until two men approached us and brought us here under duress’ he explained as he pointed to the two young men, which were the men in their twenties who were staying at the bunker with their parents.
‘Yes bitch, the markings you left everywhere for people to find us. Thanks for that’ one of the young men said angrily.
‘Call her that again and I put a bullet in your head’ Emmett said firmly before greeting John, his long-lost friend and your father.  
Your father couldn’t believe that you were safe, at a bunker, with Emmett and others.
He asked about Emmett’s family and how he had found you and thanked him for taking you in after you told your father that Emmett had saved you and a girl named Marie from the creatures in the woods.
After talking for what seemed to have been an eternity, you attended your father’s wounds.
He required stitches and you cleaned out the wound with alcohol. After you cleaned out the wound, Emmett told him to lie on his bed to get some rest. He had lost a lot of blood and you weren’t sure how much in fact he had bled into his clothes which were severely stained by the time he reached the bunker.
You went through the medicine cabinets and your bags to find antibiotics and painkillers. All you could find were a packet of amoxicillin which would last maybe two weeks and was expired. Then, you found a packet of codeine tablets which would get him through the pain at least for now.
It was lucky that you knew about these things, having attended medical school for two years by the time of the invasion.
‘It’s not enough, is it?’ Jonathan asked as he observed the flustered look on your face.
‘I am not sure. We will need to wait and see’ you said before you excused yourself to let your father rest.
As you and Jonathan entered the kitchen, Emmett was arguing with the rest of the group.
‘We cannot take in any more people’ the father of the two young men said firmly after Emmett insisted that your brothers and father could stay.
Emmett cleared his throat and gave the man a stern look following his comment before turning his head towards you and Jonathan.
‘Jonathan, if you were made to leave, you would tell others about this place, isn’t that correct?’ Emmett asked sheepishly.
‘Of course, yes’ Jonathan said, knowing immediately what Emmett was trying to achieve.
‘Then you would bring these other people here, correct?’ Emmet asked, causing Jonathan to nod.
‘Well, whatever your name is, I assume this changed your view on this situation?’ Emmett asked firmly, causing the man to nod and sigh at the same time.
‘I thought so’ Emmett said before excusing himself to speak to your father.
You and Jonathan followed Emmett into the room where your father was resting with Jackson by his side.
‘John, the others agreed that you and your family can stay’ Emmett said with a sense of relief.                                                                                                
‘Thank you’ your father said as he smiled at you. It was obvious to you that he wasn’t well.
‘You should have the bed and I will take a swag from the storage room’ Emmett said to your father. He knew things weren’t looking good for him, but didn’t say anything else.
‘I need to stay with him’ Jonathan said, pointing out that he had been having melt downs since your mother had been taken by the creatures. He no longer was himself and life took a toll on him more than you had imagined. Despite, someone had to ensure that his health wasn’t deteriorating and your father made a point of not wanting to appear weak in front of you, his only daughter.
‘You can have my bed and I will have a swag too. I am used to Emmett’s snoring by now’ you giggled, causing Emmett to chuckle.
‘Funny’ Emmett responded somewhat unamused before making arrangements.
In the end, it was decided that your youngest brother Jackson was going to stay with your father and Jonathan, making it work with the thin roll up mattress they were travelling with.
You and Emmett cleared out the small storage room on the opposite side of the kitchen and near the security room, containing the camera screens for outside.
The room was small and dark and just fitted the two swags and a small wooden box which you placed in between the swags to sit a portable gas light on as the room had no electricity.  
You hated sleeping the dark since the invasion and would usually leave on a dim light to sleep if you could.
In order to cover the doorway, which did not contain an actual door, you pinned a white linen sheet to the top of the door frame.
After all, you wanted to get changed in peace without anyone drooling over you, especially not the two young men who were staying with the group. They had been hitting on you ever since you arrived and you felt like nothing but a piece of meat to them. A piece of meat they were desperate to take bite off.
After Emmett cleared the last box with ammunition from the small room, you walked over towards him.
‘Thank you. Thank you for everything’ you whispered as you cupped Emmett’s face, drawing your head closer towards his.
‘Listen Y/N, what happened between us was a mistake’ Emmet whispered as he carefully stopped you from kissing him.
‘No Emmett. No. You do not get to do this now just because…’ you whispered and, before you could finish the sentence, Emmett interrupted you.
‘You have your family here now. You don’t need me and, with your father here, this cannot continue for the most obvious reasons’ Emmett whispered before he pulled open his backpack which he had earlier placed onto his swag.
‘Here. I assume this is what you were looking for’ Emmett then whispered as he handed you the packet of your medication which you had dropped to the floor of the pharmacy.
‘Thank you’ you said as a small tear escaped your eye. You were saddened by his decision. Did what happened between you at the river mean nothing to him?
Without saying anything else, you returned to the group.
Emmett followed you and, just as you moved the sheet separating your room from the kitchen to the side, you noticed the group arguing again.
‘Y/N, you will need to get out there and remove these markings before more people find us’ the elderly woman said and you knew this was a sensible idea especially now that the group had agreed to let your family stay.
You nodded in agreement and one of the members of the group requested that you leave immediately. After all, there were strangers wandering through the woods and, if your father figured out the signs, these dangerous men would too.
‘It’s too dangerous. It’s almost nightfall’ Emmett said harshly, but the group was determined that you leave to attend to these outstanding matters immediately and outvoted Emmett.
‘I can come with you if you want Love’ one of the men said with a big grin on his face, causing your brothers and Emmett to give him a stern look.
‘I will go now, on my own. But thanks for the offer’ you said as you quickly emptied your bag and refilled your water bottle.
‘You won’t be going on your own. I will come with you’ Emmett said and your brother Jonathan was quick to volunteer as well, leaving Jackson behind to look after your father.
Into the Woods
Each of you quickly packed your bags with fresh water and other essentials before making your way back into the woods, this time into the opposite direction.
You all knew about the dangers lurking in this direction but you also understood the urgency of the task at hand. If rebels in the area find the bunker, the group may was no longer be safe and, since there were several children including a toddler staying with you, this was more than concerning.
You left the bunker quietly, each with a torch in your hand a knife strapped to your belts as you followed the signs.
After two hours, you made it half way back towards the fields before nightfall and your father was right, there was nothing left and the area was lurking with creatures.
But, little did you know that the creatures weren’t all you had to worry about as, shortly after the sun went down completely, a group of men surrounded you unexpectantly.
‘Shh’ one of the men indicated as he grabbed you from behind, holding a knife against your throat.
He pointed to one of your markings on the tree with a devilish smile before taking the bit of fabric from the tree and using it to tie your wrists behind your back.
As Emmett tried to approach the man, two men also armed with knives grabbed him and your brother from behind.
The man indicated to Emmett and your brother to stay quiet and they were very well aware of what would happen if they made even the slightest sound. The creatures would come and kill them.
A fourth man disarmed your brother but failed to notice the knife Emmett was hiding beneath his jacket.
You starred at your brother and Emmett helplessly, unsure what to do and unable to think straight as it was clear to you what these men were going to do to you as your attacker ran his hand over your breasts suggestively.
The man then placed an old cloth over your mouth and it was at this point that tears were running down your face. But you knew that neither of you could attack as this would create too much noise. The creatures would take all of you.
To your surprise, just as the man tied the knot behind your head, you could hear a loud crack, something that sounded like a large branch breaking.
‘Oops’ Emmett said after he purposely moved his foot onto the large dry wood rind beside him. The men restraining Emmett and your brother froze and, just as they stopped paying attention to them, Emmett struck the knife he was carrying into the stomach of one of the men, causing him to scream loudly.
Emmett and your brother both immediately ran towards you as the man who was holding onto you  let go and immediately made a run for the woods as he saw the creatures come to take his screaming friend.
Emmett was quick to cut the string tied around your wrist and you pulled down your mouth covering before running deeper into the woods with Emmett and your brother.
Once again, you were running for your lives and you knew that, once the creatures were done with the men who, by now must have been dead as the screaming had stopped, they would come after you.
You eventually found a small area covered by rocks and were quick to hide behind them. You could hear the creatures raddle through the woods, squealing in the darkness. But, you stayed quiet, not making a sound.
Your heart was pounding and you instinctively reached for Emmett’s hand, grabbing onto it with force.
This was when you heard a noise in the bushes three meters across from you. It was the man who had gotten away, the one who attacked you.
You could hear the creatures nearby and noticed Emmett letting go of your hand and reach for a stone that was lying beside you before throwing it into the bushes where the man was hiding.
Just as he did and the stone hit the ground, the creature appeared and took the man, giving you a chance to run further into the woods which is where you found another hiding space.  
Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, the creatures had disappeared and you lid your torch.
By that point, you weren’t sure where you were. You had lost track of your markings and Emmett instinctively looked at the compass he was always carrying with him. The days he used to camp and hunt with your family had clearly been paying off.
Without words, he pointed towards a particular direction and you followed him, slowly and quietly, ensuring that you wouldn’t make a noise.
You eventually reached an old cottage, which looked somewhat out of place in the deep forest. It must have been an old hunting lodge.
When you walked inside, you realised that Emmett must have been there before as he immediately walked towards the old gas camping light hanging up from the roof and turned it on.
He then walked to an old wooden table in the middle of the cottage. On the table, there was a stack of paper and a pencil along with several old notes which he quickly moved away. It was almost like he didn’t want you to read them.
Emmett then took one of the pieces of paper and wrote on it ‘we stay here and remove the rest of the markings tomorrow’.
You and your brother nodded and put down your backpacks onto the cold wooden floor.
The cottage didn’t have a bed. In fact, it didn’t have much at all. But there was a stack of blankets and a few thin mattresses that you placed onto the floor.
You had nothing with you other than several bottles of water, knives, two guns and snacks.
Therefore, without getting changed or undressed, you lied down on the mattresses to get some rest.
Your brother was lying next to you to the left, whereas Emmett was lying next to you on the right after he dimmed the small camp light hanging of the ceiling.
He kept his distance from you, purposely it seemed. But, that night, you certainly could not sleep after what happened in the woods, no matter how hard you tried.
After tossing and turning quietly for what felt like hours, you turned to face Emmett and looked at him, which was something you tried to avoid until that point. You were wide awake and so was he.
Through the dim light of the lamp, you starred into his deep blue eyes. There was no need for words. Just looking at him gave you comfort.
Emmett moved his lips silently, asking you whether you were alright and you nodded with a warm smile before reaching for his hand.
You wanted to be close to him, but of course, even if he wanted your closeness, your brother was right next to. It was inappropriate.
Emmett gently and silently traced his fingers over your hand, in between each of your fingers and then down your palms before hooking his fingers in between yours gently while looking into your dark eyes.
And just like that, you closed your eyes, continuing to hold his hand until you woke up in the early hours of the morning.
That morning, you left early to remove the last of the markings. Your way back to the bunker was uneventful for once. A quite but long walk.
When you returned, you were greeted by your brother Jackson and your father who was doing better than the night before. But, he still wasn’t out of the woods. His injuries were those kinds of injuries which, usually, would be attended to in a sterile hospital setting.
After you ate something, you changed his bandages and forced him to continue to rest which was something your father didn’t exactly enjoy doing.
The elderly woman staying at the bunker with you had prepared dinner, using the vegetables from the garden that she had created near the bunker and the tins and packet foods that were available in the bunker’s storage.
It was the best meal you’ve eaten in three years and you began to feel a sense of community for the first time since the invasion when all of you ate together on the large table in the bunker.
‘I am not planning to leave this place for the next few weeks, that’s for sure’ you said with a smile on your face before you excused yourself in order to have a shower. You were desperate to freshen up and get some rest after all that you have been through.
‘Will you need a hand in there, Love?’ one of the men sheepishly asked, causing you to sigh and shake your head.
‘No thanks, I am a big girl and can wash myself’ you said with annoyance as you disappeared into the shower facilities.
That evening, after you had showered, you drank some wine and played games with others from the group, enjoying some sense of normality for the first time in three years.
You were happy, in a way and even Emmett laughed at your apparent terrible skills when it came to trivia, catching the elderly lady by surprise.
‘Did you just laugh Emmett?’ she asked somewhat surprised.
‘Me? No’ he chuckled before returning to the usual stern look on his face.
‘He did’ you whispered, causing her to nod.
But, deep down inside, you also worried about where things were heading between you and Emmett. He had told you twice that the intimacy you shared at the river was a mistake, telling you that, whatever you think there is between him and you, cannot continue.
He was pushing you away and you found it difficult to accept this since it was evident to you that he cared for you.
Second Thoughts
Eventually, everyone, including you and Emmett, went to bed and the exhaustion from the previous day sent you to sleep almost immediately as soon as your head hit the pillow.
But your deep sleep wasn’t going to last long and, at around 3.30am, you slowly woke up.
You looked at Emmett, sleeping on his back, his right arm partly covering his eyes, his left hanging over the swag. His posture was highlighted by the small camping lamp that was barely lighting the dark room. His face was relaxed and he looked younger than you had ever seen him, his soft lips giving him a somewhat vulnerable appearance.
Realizing that you had been sleeping close to him for several hours, you felt yourself go cold and then warm. You shouldn't have suggested to your brother to keep your bunk bed simply so that you could share this tiny storage room with Emmett but his presence had made you feel safe, and you had slept without disruptions, without fears for the first time in a long while. His presence seemed to chase away your nightmares.
A small smile tickled your lips as you kept looking at him, his body crowding the much too small mattress of the swag. What were you doing fantasising about him after what he had said to you twice by now. But, you couldn’t help yourself. You desired him.
You tried to close your eyes and started thinking about that night at the river and the amazing sex you had, wondering what it all meant.
You then remembered the moment when you had just let go of hope, of life, when his two strong arms grabbed you and pulled you back through the bushes and towards shelter. You remembered the feeling of panic and fear as those arms took you away. But then, these same strong arms were giving you the security and comfort you needed so desperately and which you had been chasing for years.
You let your mind remember your shared kisses, rewinding and replaying every second of that wonderful moment by the river. You didn't think you would be able to feel tenderness again, didn't think your body had the ability to experience feelings of lust and passion anymore with all that was happening in the world. You were happy that you had been wrong, grateful that you hadn't lost all of yourself to darkness and despair. But you were also frightened of feelings that seemed too warm, too quickly.
You thought about Emmett and what he had been through. His pain was so real and you remembered him stir in his sleep that first night you shared a room at the bunker. His whispered words ‘please... not her’ reminding you of his history, the heavy burden he was already carrying inside his soul. The loss of his family, too much to bear. No wonder he was pushing you away.
You kept thinking about his life and his needs, wanting to believe that two broken human beings could make one whole, but were unable to discard the many things that stood between you especially now with your father and brothers here with you at the bunker.
As those thoughts were running through your head, you heard Emmett stir on the swag next to you, as if he could tell you were thinking about him.
You opened your eyes and turned your face towards him to see if he was waking up.
He was fully awake, looking at you, his face no longer soft and vulnerable, but serious and calm.
You gave him a warm smile, which made his eyes light up. Seeing this sparkle in his deep blue eyes was a rare occurrence, but it was obvious to you that, despite what he told you, he enjoyed your company and being close to you.
Without words, you carefully and slowly crawled out from beneath the blanket covering your body and walked over to him.
He took in a deep breath and sighed as you approached him, wearing no more than white cotton panties and a black t-shirt.
You kneeled down next to where he was lying before you lifted up the blanket and climbed beneath it, feeling the warmth of his body radiate to yours.
He shook his head at you in disbelieve before he reached out and let his hand caress your cheek softly, letting his fingers linger on your skin, his thumb run slowly across your lower lip.
‘What are you doing to me?’ he whispered as he looked at you, observing the expressions that were coming from your face.
The warmth in his eyes turned into heat and, instead of answering him, you reached for him, meeting him halfway in a careful, slow, tender kiss.
You scooted up beside him closely and Emmett took your hand as you settled in, your head leaning against his chest. You didn't speak, there was no need for words. He twined his fingers gently with yours and looked down at that small, soft point of sweet connection, before lifting your hand up and kissing it tenderly. He used his other hand to push some of your hair away before leaning in and pressing an equally soft kiss to the side of your face. You sighed and turned your face towards his, your mouth once more longing for his.
The first gentle, tender moment quickly changed into heat and hunger with your continued kissing and Emmett’s mouth soon found that pleasure point on your neck that he'd been so good at finding before. Your eyes lid up from the pleasure of his gentle kisses and bites. Once again, he was letting his hands wander all over the back of your body, only prevented from reaching the front of you by the fact that your chest was tightly pressed against his warm body.
Your body was filled with a potent erotic energy and the feelings that were spreading through your body were like nothing you had ever felt before with anyone else.
You untangled your left leg and wrapped it around Emmett’s thighs, feeling him grow tense as you let your leg brush him all the way up, stopping just short of his drawers.
A hitherto unknown desire to tease and to please made you suck his tongue into your mouth at the same time as you pushed your leg up higher and used your inner thigh to caress the impressive bulge hidden beneath the soft cloth of his briefs. As if you had found a secret, magical button, he growled, lifted you up on top of him and started kissing you with all of his might.
With another growl Emmett pulled your legs apart so your pulsing, needy nether lips were centered over his hot hardness.
Too focused on the pleasure of Emmett pressing against you in tiny circles you barely noticed hands move beneath your shirt, pulling it up above your head.
After your t-shirt had hit the floor, his hands immediately began cupping your small perky breasts before pulling you closer for another kiss.
You tried hard to reach in between you, to pull down his underpants, but this was when he stopped you.
‘Not yet. We’ve got time and, having learnt that life is short, I want to make the most of this’ he whispered as he looked up at you and you could see that his eyes went wide and dark as he finally let his fingertips circle my nipples, before pinching them gently.
You moaned quietly, knowing that the walls within the bunker were thin and the door to the storage room in which you were staying was pretty much non-existent. No more than a white sheet tugged to the doorframe separated you from the empty kitchen and living area.
‘You are beautiful’ Emmett whispered into your hair as he let his right hand caress its way down your body again before he placed both of his hands onto your waist and rolled you beneath him.
Immediately, his hand unhindered down in between your legs and he began rubbing his fingers on the outside of your panties.
You began to grind against his hand in pleasure. You wanted more, so much more.
Feeling your need and desire for him, Emmett hooked his thumbs beneath the rim of your panties and pulled them off carefully before leaning back and admiring your fully naked body.
Looking at you like this only added to his hunger for you and, moments later, he leaned in and started kissing you again, not hesitantly this time, but fully and hungrily, softly biting your lips and letting his tongue dance in circles around yours. His more aggressive approach to kissing made you tense up, but before long the pleasure of his skilled mouth stopped your thoughts of his experience being so much greater than yours.
Eventually, Emmett started caressing, biting and licking his way down your body, expertly finding pleasure points wherever he went. Your body followed his progress, eagerly lifting towards his every touch. Quiet and not so quiet moans slipped past your lips as he travelled his slow way across the landscape of your body. Within minutes he had your whole body shake.
His warm, wet tongue first lazily circled your nipples and then flicked them back and forth hard and quick before he sucked one of them into his mouth and used a sort of pulsating vacuum motion to create glorious friction. You whimpered loudly when he stopped pleasuring your breasts, causing him to respond with a firm ‘shh’.
After indicating to you to be quiet, Emmett leaned in and started pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses on your stomach and then the top of your thighs, slowly circling closer and closer to your eager lips.
You couldn't wait to feel his mouth on you, and your annoyed growl corresponded with his hungry one, as he pushed your legs apart, lifted your feet over his shoulders and spread you open. After a quick, even hungrier look, he rested his head against your thigh, spread your outer lips and leaned in, licking you with slow flicks of his tongue, teasing you by getting close to where you needed him, but not close enough.
‘Emmett, please’ you whispered with a quiet moan and, just as you pleaded with him, his tongue mad contact with your clit, running soft circles around it.
As his tongue was sucking and circling around your clit, he pushed two of his fingers deep inside your wet slit.
This time you covered your own mouth, trying to muffle the noise of your moan as the tips of his fingers hit your g-spot.
After less than ten flicks of his clever tongue and several thrusts of his fingers, you came in a massive wave of pleasure, biting your tongue to prevent yourself from screaming out loud.
You shut your eyes and let yourself drift on the waves and aftershocks of your release, not capable of taking in your surroundings until the last burst of pleasurable energy had passed through your system.
When you finally opened your eyes, Emmett was slowly kissing his way back up your body before taking off his briefs and positioning himself between your still spread legs.
You lifted your knees up slightly to allow your legs fall open even wider, letting Emmett glide close, feeling the tip of his hot cock sliding slowly into your still slightly pulsating and very wet and eager pussy.
‘Oh god yes’ you moaned and, just as you did, Emmett covered your mouth with your hand as he pushed into you deeper.
You moaned into his hand as he entered you and his lips parted slightly, letting out several soft groans as he finally bottomed out inside of you.
He moved his pelvis in circling motions, slowly gliding in and out, stretching your walls around him.
‘Fuck’ he muttered under his breath as he released the hand from your mouth, sweat glistening on his wrinkled forehead as you felt incredibly tight around him.
He moved in slow and steady thrusts while his lips met yours, swallowing up your moans.
‘You can go harder if you want’ you whispered as you began to notice that Emmett was holding back.
‘Jesus Y/N’ Emmett growled quietly before lifting himself up, pulling your butt halfway up his legs and then pushing himself into you with all of his weight and all of his strength. I felt him slide deep, hitting your cervix in that one mighty shove.
A short, stinging pain stopped you from climaxing right then and there, but when Emmett started moving again, his movements now long and fast, not quite as deep as that first heavy thrust, your felt the first tingles of my orgasm spreading through your body. With yet another shout you came hard; your walls gripping Emmett’s cock and pushing your pleasure even higher, seemingly wanting to go on forever.
Emmett’s quickly placed his hand onto your mouth again as you were lost in your orgasm and, just as he did, your movements became erratic before he stopped moving completely, his last effort concentrated on lifting you off the mattress slightly and pushing himself as far into you as he could possibly go, finally shouting out his release and pumping his hips, pushing deep with the same speed as his beating heart.
He certainly exceeded the acceptable noise level as he filled you with his warm cum once again.
After catching his breath, Emmett pulled out of you and flopped over on his back, his eyes shut but with a wide smile on his face. You lay there on your back next to him, trying to catch your breath, your body exhausted but warm and still pleasantly tingly from all of the pleasure they had given you.
When you looked over to Emmett with a heavy grin, he finally opened his eyes just as his heavy breathing subsided as, all of a sudden, you heard someone walk into the kitchen.
The light turned on, which you could see through the thin sheet covering the doorframe and you quickly shuffled over to your swag and pulled the blanket over your naked body.
‘I think I’ve heard something’ the elderly lady said as she poked her head through the side of the thin sheet.
‘It was probably outside. An animal or something. I will check the cameras’ Emmett said, causing you to almost giggle.
‘Alright…alright. I am sorry’ the woman said before returning to the kitchen.
After the light in the kitchen turned off, Emmett got out from beneath the warmth of his blanket and joined you.
‘Didn’t I say that you need to be quiet?’ Emmett chuckled quietly and you looked at him in disbelieve.
‘Please, it was you who couldn’t keep quiet’ you said with a cheeky smile as you climbed on top of him before giving him another passionate kiss.
‘I know how to control myself, but you obviously don’t’ you said with a grin as your lips drifted apart.
‘Oh yeah?’ Emmett asked quietly before crashing his lips back onto yours and, then, all of a sudden, flipping you over.
‘Let’s see how quiet you can stay’ Emmett whispered as he lifted you up and silently let you know that he wanted you on all fours. You couldn’t believe that he was ready for another round but didn’t dare to argue.
He positioned himself behind you and ran his index finger between your soaking slit before positioning himself at your entrance. With one thrust, he pushed his way inside your still quivering pussy.
The sensation made you cry out immediately and he placed his hands onto your mouth again, lifting you up slightly so that you are arched backwards.
Your hands quickly found the side of the wall for support as he started moving with quick but long and powerful strokes and you could feel the end of my recent orgasm twining itself around the beginning of a new one; a new, powerful build-up, the end of which you were not sure you would reach without waking up everyone.
While one of Emmett’s hands was covering your mouth, the other moved in between your legs rubbing your clit as he continued with erratic thrusts.
And, just as he began to stimulate your clit, your third orgasm washed over you, the sounds of which were muffled by his hand.
Just as your walls were contracting around his hard cock, his second orgasm began to wash over him and, with one final thrust and grunt, he released more of his warm seed into you.
‘I didn’t think men could do this more than once a night’ you whispered in between heavy breaths as you collapsed in front of him.
‘Oh, it’s possible’ he whispered exhaustion as he lied down next you, taking you into his arms and holding you closely.
‘Apparently so’ you grinned before pressing your lips onto his.
‘Emmett?’ you asked as you broke the kiss, causing him to respond with a simple nod.
‘Does this mean you changed your mind about us?’ you asked.
‘I don’t know Y/N. I know this isn’t right and we shouldn’t be involved with each other. It’s going to end in pain, just like everything else in this world. But, for some reason, I cannot stay away from you, no matter how hard I try’ Emmett explained.
‘Then let me in. Let me love you’ you said as your warm hands ran through his beard.
‘No’ Emmett said and, just like that, he got up and put on his clothes before making his way to the kitchen.
Once again, you were left to wonder what was going on in his mind. What was it he was after? Was it just sex or was it more? Every time you were intimate with each other, he pulled away from you more.
Two Weeks Later
Over the next two weeks Emmett made a point of keeping his distance from you, trying to avoid close contact with you as you could see his heart and soul were aching.
But, at the same time, you were aching for him and for his closeness. Unfortunately for you, the most you received from him during those two weeks was the occasional touch of his hands on yours and a kiss once when you initiated it, following which he pulled away again.
During this time, your father’s health was also deuterating. The antibiotics didn’t help to keep the infection at bay for long and it was obvious to you that he needed stronger antibiotics and anti-inflammatory medication.
You had spoken to your brothers about it and decided to make a return run to the pharmacy which you visited with Emmett just over two weeks ago.
‘Y/N, you saw it. There is nothing left there’ Emmet said harshly as he saw you packing your bag.
‘I cannot lose him again. I will have to try’ you said.
‘There is a medical facility with a pharmacy up north, a few miles from here’ Emmet said.
‘Then I will go there’ you said.
‘No…No Y/N. You won’t. It is dangerous. The area is full of bad people, gangs and rebels and you know very well what these kinds of men will do to you’ Emmett said.
‘I will go, tell me where it is Emmett’ Jonathan said, causing Emmett to shake his head and sigh.
‘What is it with you stubborn people?’ he asked angrily before he walked off.
Several minutes later he returned with a map and two large guns. Emmett told Jonathan that he would be coming with him and handed the guns to Jonathan before telling him to pack his bag.
‘Let me get my stuff ready. We will leave in 15 minutes’ Emmett said and, just like that, you followed him into your room to put on your shoes.
‘No Y/N, you aren’t coming’ Emmet said sharply as he observed you putting on your shoes.
‘Emmett, this isn’t fair. You know I am capable. Let me do this. He is my father’ you said.
‘No Y/N. Absolutely not’ he said with determination.
‘Why?’ you asked.
‘Because you are needed here. Despite…’ Emmet said before taking a pause, not finishing his sentence.
‘Despite what?’ you asked.
‘I am afraid to lose you, alright? I almost lost you when we got attacked in the woods two weeks ago. It was so fucking close. The men who are up north are worse. I need you to be safe’ Emmett said as he cupped your face.
You cupped his face as well and, for a minute, stared into his deep blue eyes before resting your forehead on his.  
‘You keep saving me. Thank you’ you said.
‘No Y/N. You are the one who has saved me. Whilst I don’t like it, I need you’ Emmett said with a heavy heart. He knew that you had given him purpose again and a sense of belonging. He felt love for the very first time in a long while and he was slowly coming to terms with it.  
Within a split second of taking in his words, you pressed your lips onto his in a haste, kissing him deeply and passionately.
‘We have to go’ he whispered just as your lips drifted apart, saying nothing else following your kiss. Once again, he was pulling away from you.
When Emmett walked into the kitchen, he saw both Jonathan and Jackson ready to leave with him.
‘No. I need you to look after your sister. I do not trust them around Y/N without protection’ Emmett said to Jackson as he looked over towards the two young men who were staying in the bunker with the group.
Jackson nodded and agreed with Emmett’s request. At the same time, Jonathan walked into your room just as you finished writing out a list of medications and things you needed him and Emmett to get from the medical facility and pharmacy.
‘Do you have the list?’ Jonathan asked, causing you to nod.
‘Well, then give it to me?’ Jonathan chuckled as you retained it in your hand reluctantly.
You were nervous about handing him the list as, in addition to antibiotics for your father, first aid supplies and your usual medication, it also included some personal items you required. You hoped that you could obtain these items yourself but Emmett was adamant that you weren’t going to join him and Jonathan on their walk north.
‘The last item on the list is personal and you need to promise me that you will keep this to yourself. It must stay our secret, alright?’ you said reluctantly.
‘Yes, I promise. Now give me the list please. We have to go’ Jonathan said.
You handed Jonathan the list and he took a quick look at it and, all of a sudden, his eyes widened and his chin dropped.
‘Who?’ he asked without any sense of judgement emerging from his voice.
‘It doesn’t matter. Please just…just get it, alright?’ you asked, causing Jonathan to nod.
‘Whoever it is, I will rip his head off when I come back but, until then, your secret is safe with me’ Jonathan said before giving you a hug.  
You said goodbye to Jonathan and Emmett, praying that they would both return safely.
Unfortunately, on their way north, Emmett and Jonathan ran into trouble. After a narrow escape from the creatures, they reached the township which was partially destroyed.
The shops were next to empty as they walked through the streets, plundered by anyone who had survived.
When they eventually reached the medical facility, they noticed a large truck having collapsed in front of it and it appeared as though there was human activity within the area.
Emmett and Jonathan took shelter within the collapsed truck which was a good opportunity for them to discuss their plan as the thick walls of the vehicle muffled the quiet whispering noises.
‘I will go inside. You stay here’ Emmett whispered to Jonathan in a firm tone, causing Jonathan to shake his head.
‘I will come. I need to come’ Jonathan said quietly.
‘What is it with your family and disagreeing with everything?’ Emmett sighed annoyed.
‘I promised Y/N that I will get everything on her list’ Jonathan whispered.
‘Listen, I need you to stay here. If the creatures come, you need to set fire to the car over there. The sound will attract them and distract the rebels and give us time to get out of here. Please’ Emmett explained quietly, as it was obvious to him that other men were nearby and Jonathan was of a much smaller statue than Emmett, unlikely being able to take them on if required.
‘If I hear an explosion, I will meet you at the cave near the big oak tree heading south’ Emmett whispered, causing Jonathan to nod.
‘Alright’ Jonathan said and, with guilt running through his mind in respect to the promise he made to you, he handed Emmett the list you had prepared.
Without looking at it, Emmett put it into his pocket and quietly opened the hatch of the truck in order to make his way to the nearby pharmacy.  
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Earth skills
john murphy x griffin!fem!reader
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Y/n pov
I walk out of the tent i kindly got from the eldest blake, i get to share it with octavia when she gets back and im really excited for that. I have never had a roommate.
The second i step foot outside i hear a girl whimper and scream and run to the sound, i see murphy holding a girls wrist above the fire bellamy arrives a few seconds after me and softly pulls me into his side. "Bellamy. Check it out. We want the Ark to think that the ground is killing us, right? Figure it'll look better if we suffer a little bit first" he says with a smirk, his words are to bellamy but his eyes are on me. I shake my head and go to speak up but wells cuts me off "let her go!" He points to murphy before turning to look at bellamy "you can stop this" he says before turning to me "you can make him stop this, why are you just being some lapdog? I dont get how you and clarke are related she would never let this happen. I get why they gave you up" i gasp at the audacity this boy has, bellamy looks pissed but hes not the only one,  he yells out "stop this? Its just getting started"
Murphy storms up to wells and pushes him after wells told bellamy "don't you see you can't control this?"
Some of the 100 start chanting "fight" after someone yells out the word fight, bellamy's arm reaches out as to cover me from the fight just incase.
3rd pov
Anyone octavia cares for bellamy cares for. "You're dead" murphy sneers to Wells while holding his knife.
Bellamy looks behind him to ensure y/n is safe but shes not behind him anymore, he makes a mental note to ask y/n later where the hell she went, he stops the fight for a second "fair fight" he throws a knife at wells feet.
Wells yells out while murphy snarls  "this is for my father"
Wells is trying to stop the fight while also trying to protect himself "drop it" he demands having murphy in a choke hold.
"WELLS LET HIM GO" Clarke yells as she comes back to the dropship with the group of people she took but jasper is nowhere to be seen.
Y/n pov
At the sound of my sisters voice i stop watching the trees and walk back to the dropship.
Murphy is in a chokehold by wells, i giggle softly, clarke pulls them apart making murphy release a "woah,  hey!"
Bellamy only replies "enough murphy" and goes to say more but notices octavia is hurt "Octavia. Are you alright?" He asks falling back into his role of big brother.
He walks up to her and puts her arm over his shoulder she lets out a "yeah" before bellamy moves to the next question "where's the food?"
I walk up to the group and ask clarke "where is jasper?" But i just get ignored by her which makes me huff in annoyance, a hand falls into mine and squeezes softly, i turn my head to see charlotte with a small smile on her face, i return her smile and turn back to the group.
Clarke was mid talk now "people here, survivors. The good news is, that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us"
Finn continues talking for her "Yeah, the bad news is the Grounders will"
Then wells opens his mouth again but i cut him off with a louder "where is jasper" its not a question its a demand, if clarke isnt going to answer my question fine. Ill just demand the answer.
To my surprise she actually answers which makes me think maybe she didnt hear me the first time "Jasper was hit. They took him" She answers me her eyes sad and holding pity while she looks at me. She is quick to look away when i have some tears in my eyes. When she does that she notices something about wells "Where is your wristband?" She asks him while shaking her head. He glares at murphy who is standing nearly next to me "ask him" wells spits out.
Murphy just smirks "twenty-four and counting" he answers smug.
This angers clarke and she snaps "You idiots. Life support on the Ark is failing. That's why they brought us down here. They need to know the ground is survivable again, and we need their help against whoever is out there. If you take off your wristbands, you're not just killing them. You're killing us!" She comes up to murphy and pokes her finger into his chest. A move that makes bellamy step in "We're stronger than you think. Don't listen to her. She's one of the privileged. If they come down, she'll have it good. How many of you can say the same? We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm? It makes you a prisoner. We are not prisoners anymore! They say they'll forgive your crimes. I say you're not criminals! You're fighters, survivors! The Grounders should worry about us!"
Alot of the 100 agree with him, but he still looks at me as if looking for approval but i just look confused and as if im between two sides. He just sends me a sad smile before walking to octavia and lifting her up and bringing her to her and my tent.
A little bit later i walk into the tent, bellamy is gone and octavia is sitting on her cot "im gonna have a cool scar" she says with a small smile when she notices my worry, i giggle softly "hell yeah"
I quickly but carefully hug her.
She leaves the tent leaving me alone with my thoughts, i hear octavia say "you guys leaving? Im coming too"
Which makes me also exit the tent, clarke shakes her head and bellamy quickly says "No. No. No way. Not again"
And clarke follows that with a "hes right your legs just gonna slow us down" then she turns to the older blake "im here for you" wells is quick to protest this "Clarke, what are you doing?" He asks confused.
"I hear you have a gun" she says which makes bellamy look around a bit before lifting up his shirt a bit and revealing a gun "good come with me" she says. Which just results in a scoff "and why would i do that?"
Clarke says something that i dont pay attention to and then bellamy says something i dont care to listen to.
"Im coming too" i suddenly say loud enough for murphy who just walked up to hear "no" he says without thinking "absolutly not" bellamy adds to his statement. Clarke nods "i cant believe im saying this but i agree with-" i cut her off "no offense but im gonna come even if you guys dont want me to come. Jasper is my friend" i say trying to sound firm but i just look like a puppy trying to be tough"
Wells looks at me with a look i cant identify and he nods "let her come" he says "ill keep an eye on her, she will not leave my side" this only made bellamy protest even more, and to everyones surprise murphy started protesting too "she'll stick to our fucking side and we will keep an eye on her, not little mister wanna be chancellor" bellamy scoffs murphy nods in agreement "fucker would just let her get hurt" murphy snaps out.
Clarke starts walking and moves her arm in a come here kind of way before awkwardly putting her arm around my shoulder
Then murphy turns to bellamy "since when do we do rescue services, huh?"
Bellamy laughs softly before whispering "The Ark thinks the prince is dead. Once they think the princess is, too, they'll never come down. I'm getting that wristband, even if I have to cut off her hand to do it"
Clarke sighs softly while we are walking "im sorry okay? Im sorry i stopped visiting. I care about you y/n always have always will"
I stop walking and look at her "you told me you wished i died instead of got to live" i whisper yell at her "you never cared clarke" i say with tears in my eyes. I slap her arm off of me before i start walking ahead of everyone, they start argueing behind me but i just block them out until someone runs up behind me and softly grabs my wrist "your with us" murphy says before nodding his head to where wells and bellamy are standing.
We have been walking for a bit before murphy speaks up "Hey, how do we know this is the right way?"
Bellamy shakes his head, before adjusting me, i forced bellamy to give me a piggyback ride so i can be useful later on. Well not so much forced he very happily offered it to me when i said i had a rock in my shoe.
"We don't. Spacewalker thinks he's a tracker."
Wells is quick to finns defense "It's called cutting sign. Fourth-year earth skills. He's good."
Finn just scoffs and says "You want to keep it down or should I paint a target on your backs?"
Bellamy and murphy laugh mockingly "See? You're invisible" bellamy mocks wells.
In the distance i hear jasper, i jump off of bellamy's back and run to the moans of pain, only to almost walk into a trap but im quickly stopped by murphy, his arms wrap protectively around my waist before i can fall.
I look at him in shock and he looks back with the same expression, its like he didnt even know where the fast reflex came from.
He strokes my hair once and mutters a quick "ur ok" before pulling me further from the trap, at the same time bellamy had clarke by her wrist and was debating if he should drop her or not but then the thought of y/n, he cant just let her sister die. He quickly pulls clarke up.
Murphy is still holding me in shock "shit you couldve died idiot" murphy and i have not really interacted before this so i dont know what to do other then just nod my head really fast in agreement
"Murphy help cut him down" clarke yells loudly when she cant find him.
He, still holding my waist, walks us into their view, he hands me to bellamy with a "idiot almost fucking died" before going to help finn.
Its then that clarke notices something "there is poultice on his wound" she says
Wells looks at her confused "medicine? Why would they save his life just to string him up as live bait?"
Then bellamy looks at the rest while holding onto me "Maybe what they're trying to catch likes its dinner to be breathing"
Finn tries to be deep and say "Maybe what they're trying to catch is us."
"Also hurry up murphy" he says after that.
I then chime in "be careful"
Then we all hear growling in the distance, murphy is the first to speak up "what the hell was that?" He demands looking in the direction the growling was coming from, while doing that his eyes also land on y/n to make sure bellamy still had her.
When the eldest blake noticed the lingering glance his direction he offered "grounders?".
Then more sounds can be heard from the bushes, snarling this time. Clarke yells out for the gun but bellamy doesnt have it anymore.
He goes to throw me to the side so the animal is away from me but as soon as he tries i take a claw to the left arm, thats when wells takes it down.
Clarke looks at wells with a look she had only given finn so far and bellamy says "now she sees you" with a scoff before telling me to get on his back and he carries me and the panther back
Murphy and finn carry jasper back to camp, and murphy cant help but send concerned looks my way.
When we get back to the camp clarke reassures people jasper is alive and bellamy announces we have food
murphy and some other boys just cooked the meat and are trading meat for wristbands
Im standing with finn, my arm is bandaged up and clarke walks up "He's stable for now, but without medicine… They're taking off their wristbands for food? No way. I… I won't do it" she says to finn, he smirks at her "You don't have to" then he looks at me almost asking me if i want to be involved in this and i quickly shake my head.
He walks up to the fire and takes two sticks of meat which makes murphy speak up "Whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, wait. What, you think you play by different rules?"
Finn just scoffs "i thought there where no rules" then walks over to clarke and hands her a stick, as im making my way back to my tent i feel a finger tap on my shoulder. I turn around and im faced with a guy i have never spoken to.
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pretend-writer · 3 years
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Down Below (Chapter 78)
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Summary: After being sent down on Earth with the other prisoners from the Ark, Y/N Reyes faces series of events and learns about survival. With new things happening around her, she is now starting a new chapter in her life.
Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader, John Murphy x reader, Raven Reyes x sister!reader
Word Count: 2k words
Warning: swearing, mention of death and violence
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Couple of McCreary's criminals stayed behind with the guards, with a help of Indra watching over them. Meanwhile, I've decided to interrupt Russell with a surprise visit.
I insisted I'd go alone, the less people the better especially knowing that Russell wasn't quite the violent type; There was no way he’d lay his hands on me, I had no worries about him at all. He had killed Clarke because of his greed, I highly doubt that he'd kill more of us out of anger.
Some people disagreed with me, not surprised. Of course Bellamy, Josephine and Murphy wanted to come with me, Jordan wished to tag along too. Delilah being sacrificed for the prime hit him pretty hard, I didn't blame him for wanting to confront him.
As we barged into the lab, we were greeted with a startled look on all of their faces. Simone and Emori instantly looked upset, Abby looked like she was dying for her next fix.
'How in the hell did you guys escape?' Simone cursed, stepping up in front of me.
'It's not very hard, you know. Now would you guys be so kind and give us back the blood you made.' Murphy took out his hand, motioning them to hand it over.
Approaching fast, Emori reached for John's hand. 'John, what are you doing?'
'We can't let them continue to deceive and kill their innocent people, it's not right. Now they got us involved too.'
'Just hand us the damn blood.' I walked over to Simone that had it in her hands, 'Haven't you guys lived enough already?'
Simone chuckled, 'You don't get it do you?'
'What, killing people thinking their sacrificing themselves to false Gods? Of course I don't get it, I'm not a homicidal bitch like you.'
She reached her hand out, smacking my cheek while holding the blood in her other hand. I couldn't react and get her back as Bellamy was quicker than me, grabbing Simone's collar. 'Get your fucking hands off of her.'
'Let go of my wife!' Russell screamed at Bellamy, trying to reach over her but was suddenly distracted by Murphy.
He had snatched the blood off of Simone's hand, laughing as he hugged it in his arms. 'You guys are awfully slow.'
'Do you really think that's a smart move, Murphy?' Russell rolled his eyes. 'One word and the guards will storm in here and shoot you without a warning.'
'You shoot me, I drop this bad boy and the blood is destroyed. You really want to do this Russell?'
He huffed, turned to look at Emori and back to John. 'You fucked everything up, you know? I trusted Emori when she said you were with us.'
'That's your own fault for trusting her, I never agreed to this. I honestly just want you dead.'
'What do you guys want from this anyway? Why do you care what our community is doing? These people believe in us, believe that the Primes store peace and prosperity to Sanctum.'
How can that come out of Simone's mouth? Saying that their community chose to sacrifice their lives for a God that they've made up? 'They sacrifice themselves because they believe in the lies you told them. I care because you're killing your own people.'
'Can we just compromise? Agree to disagree and live on with our lives as we did these past few days?' Josephine tried to be the middle of man of this, siding with her family as well us siding with us.
'I thought I made a deal to compromise with Russell but he chose to betray me instead.' I looked at Josephine, understanding where she was coming from but hoping that she will finally realize that what her family has been doing is completely wrong. 'This outcome is all your father's fault. I didn't want any of this to happen.'
'Whatever happens to me and my people are none of your damn business! What we do does not concern you at all!' Simone raised her voice at me, veins tracing down her face as she seemed angry as ever.
'Now that you're getting us involved, it certainly is. We don't have to make these stupid blood for you, you know that right?'
Murphy's POV;
Y/N and Simone have been yelling at each other for quite sometime now, I'd want to help her but I wasn't in the position to defend her. Besides, she could handle herself well.
Simone's facial expression changed as she heard the words come out of Y/N's mouth, it was as if she had triggered her.
'I've had enough of your attitude already.' Simone screamed as she charged at Y/N, punching her in her stomach.
Before I was able to jump in to help, Y/N grabbed her arm, twisting it to the opposite direction that had Simone scream even louder. Turning her whole body around, she then kicked her back which had her falling next to Russell.
As Simone fell to the ground, she breathed. 'What happened to no violence?'
'You fucking punched me in the gut, I'm not just going to stand there.'
Just as I was about to make a snarky comment at Simone, Abby had snatched the blood from my hand. I quickly turned to her, 'What are you doing?'
Abby wasn't listening and instead ran out the lab. All of us trailed her from behind, ending up next to the airlock chamber. She had locked herself in the chamber, attempting to float herself and the nightblood with her.
Her hand was on the lever, her other arm tightly holding onto the nightblood. Y/N approached closer to her, trying convince her from the other side of the airlock. 'Abby, let's rethink this okay?'
'Don't fucking tell me what to do!' Abby yelled, tears running down her cheeks. 'Why do you care anyway, they lose the blood and you get to see me float myself. Win-win situation for you, I'd say.'
Y/N huffed, shaking her head. 'Don't be fucking stupid. I don't agree with you nor did I enjoy being threatened by you at the bunker but I don't want you dead, Abby.'
'I've lost everything, Y/N!' Abby started to sob, 'Russell killed my daughter, Marcus left me. I have nothing left, what do you know about loss?'
'We've all lost something, Abby.' I approached her also, standing next to Y/N. 'You guys sent us down to Earth when we were only kids, when we barely understood right from wrong. A lot of us lost parents, not that I really cared but some do. I understand that you're angry and frustrated but don't tell us we don't know how you're feeling.'
Y/N had never fully told me what happened down at the bunker, all I know is that Abby had done something to her, something that she will never forgive her for. She never told me the whole story, said that she wanted to forget everything because it was so awful what happened.
Even with all the altercation between her and Abby, Y/N was still trying to stop her from floating herself out of the airlock. I know how much the bunker had messed her up, I was honestly surprised that she was willing to help Abby.
‘Why are you trying so hard to help me? I’m the one that’s responsible for your misery right?’ Abby looked straight into Y/N’s eyes.
‘Like I said, I don't want you dead. I'll never forget what happened but we can always work our way to forgive. We’ve all worked our way through hell, we can get through this too.’
I admire Y/N’s strength, which are one of the reasons why I loved her so much. Watching her fight for Abby made me feel stupid about letting her go, being dumb enough to not say I love you back to her.
Abby nodded her head, ‘You’re right Y/N. You’re right. I’m sorry.’
She opened the airlock and slowly walking out as Y/N rubbed her hand on Abby’s back, trying to comfort her while she continued to sob.
'Maybe it's time to end all this, dad. We've done enough already.' Josephine said, surprisingly. Perhaps all of this have overwhelmed her, finally understanding that it wasn't worth the pain they were causing.
Russell inhaled dramatically, rolling his eyes as everyone had their eyes on Y/N and Abby. ‘Don't be a fool, Josie. It's never over.'
'If that's how you feel, so be it.’ Abby suddenly shoved Y/N to the side, pulling Simone from behind her and yanking her into the airlock chamber with her. Bellamy, having the faster instinct, caught Y/N before she fell to the ground.
‘Let me out, Russell! Help me, please!’ Simone banged on the glass from the other side as Abby locked the chamber again. ‘Anybody, help me out please!’
‘Simone!’ Russell looked at Bellamy, Jordan and then to me, panic all over his eyes as he tried to look for help. ‘Please get my wife out of there.’
Abby shook her head, ‘It’s too late now.’
Y/N pushed Bellamy’s arms out of her way, running towards the airlock as she screamed. ‘Abby, don-’
She was too late, Abby had pulled the lever as if she was committed to do so. Abby seemed as though she was ready to float herself, I doubt that Y/N would've convinced herself otherwise.
Bellamy pressed the button to close the airlock, comforting Y/N as she looked distraught. It was selfish of me to feel jealousy towards Bellamy, when Y/N needed someone to lean on when one of our people had died tragically. I couldn’t help it, I was mad at myself for fucking everything up.
Josephine and Russell on the other hand was emotionless, Simone was gone faster than the snap of a finger. They’ve probably haven’t gotten the grasp of any of this, since they were not familiar with the floating method.
‘What... did you guys do...’ Russell mumbled, staring into space as if he was staring at a ghost.
‘Seems like Abby took your wife for taking her own daughter away from her. Fair trade I should say.’ Jordan said angrily. I didn’t think he had it in him to say such harsh words, even though we all know we were all thinking the same thing.
Josephine shook her head. ‘We did a shitty thing, I know. But was that really fair? How dare you say that, she murdered my mother!’
‘Just how you murdered our friend! Just as how you murdered Delilah, she didn’t know the whole truth about what she was sacrificing herself for!’ Jordan took a step toward Josephine, screaming his lungs out. ‘Your family has been doing this for years, there’s no excuse for that!’
A sudden loud bang echoed, Jordan falling hard onto the floor without saying another word. Josephine screamed, looking at her father with a gun in his hand which was aimed towards Jordan.
Josephine froze into place as the rest of us ran towards Jordan to see if he was alright, but it was too late once again. He was already bleeding to death, bullet going straight through his chest.
'None of you guys move or I will shoot again.'
Everything had clicked; I really should've had killed Russell when I had the chance. I could've protected Jordan, I bet Monty was ashamed of me and all of us that it ended up being this way.
Or maybe Y/N was right, if we just accepted the trade, no one would end up getting hurt. Sure, Russell would still live but he wouldn't be an issue as long as he stayed in Sanctum.
None of this would've happened if I'd just stopped Emori from this, while we were marching back to the ship. I could've said something before we left Sanctum. There were so many chances where I could've stopped this and I did nothing.
And now Russell is unpredictable, all hell broke loose and he had gone insane. His lover was gone, forever and there was no going back. Abby and Jordan were gone and we might lose more of our people, even lose the love of my life because of my stupid choice.
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Wives of Arkadia : A Spacekru Sisters AU / Shopping Spree : As a private investigator, Echo’s ability to track people is second to none, always managing to clock her target and bring them into the court house to stand trial, but even with her keen sense it was almost impossible to keep tabs on the ever elusive Emori Murphy these days. Finding a day to just chill or do something fun together in both their schedules was like trying to find a contact lens in a pool, but finally, they landed on a blank Friday on the calendar. Emori, wanting to spoil her, took Echo into Polis on a trip to the mall after getting off at work, splurging on things for Echo and Raven’s upcoming honeymoon in Rome. 
At first, Echo was decidedly against Emori opening up her wallet for her sake, but Emori completely insisted, reassuring her sister it would barely put a dent in her debit card. Echo relented, giving Emori free reign as they passed through shop after shop, buying whatever their hearts desired until they tired and needed to recuperate in the food court. 
“It always throws me off whenever I see you in your power suit, Emori. You look damn near unrecognizable,” Echo looks over her shoulder at Emori, stocking up on bottled water, and earns a laugh from Emori in the process when she sees Echo wearing her new accessories fresh out of the bag with the tags still on.
“Well, I gotta look the part, y’know. Half the battle is in the presentation,” Emori explains, tearing a chicken tender in half, dipping it into her favourite spicy chipotle sauce and pops it into her mouth, savoring the immediate heat and the subsequent afterburn on her tongue. 
“What’s got you so busy these days because Raven and I barely see you. After our wedding, you just dropped off the grid.”
“My firm’s helping an up and coming tech company that’s trying to compete with Franko’s Infinity Corporation, meaning I’m having to log in a lot of hours at the office. There’s big money involved and it’s putting so much pressure on my team, but we’re resilient and know when to strike the hardest. I’m not gonna let Becca intimidate us whatsoever,” Emori takes a sip of her Sprite, displaying an air of confidence that was truly enviable. 
“Speaking of big money, how’s life living with the elite in Sanctum Hills? I still can’t believe I know someone who lives there,” Echo plants herself across from Emori, settling back into her spot.
“It’s a sort of monkey’s paw kinda situation. Yeah, John and I are living in luxury with a near limitless amount of cash, but at the same time, it’s so competitive and petty over there. There’s this one heinous bitch named Josie who won’t stop ogling and flirting with my husband at the monthly potlucks she insists everyone take part in. She keeps using keywords like ‘upgrading’ around him, implying he should get a divorce, and it makes my skin crawl. Honestly, it makes me miss the days when we used to live in the roughest parts of Polis. At least when you lived there people were upfront about hating your guts. However, the price for admission is more than worth it and I can’t complain too much because I have a big fuckin’ mansion with a big fuckin’ pool and a big fuckin’ yacht.”
“Now THERE’S the bad bitch I met in college! You earned that castle of yours!” Echo throws her her back laughing, making the fries in her hand bounce from side to side, and Emori breaks out into a full on grin. 
“I am so tempted to smuggle myself into your suitcase when you leave because I’m in desperate need of a vacation after this project is done and dusted. All that’s left is the final preparations and we can submit it...so close and yet so far,” Emori vents away to a responsive Echo, allowing her sister the chance to say her piece.
Time passes by, and eventually Emori drives Echo back to her and Raven’s place, saying a quick hello to Raven before heading back home. 
“How was the shopping trip? Emori spoil you rotten as usual?” Raven presses a quick kiss on Echo’s lips and helps her bring in her bags into their house, Echo wrapping her arm around Raven’s waist as they enter.
“I tried telling her not to, but she doubled down, so I couldn’t say no. Emori’s super cute that way.”
The moment they finish packing all of Echo’s new things away, Raven and Echo settle onto their couch, continuing talking about this, that, and so many other things, although constantly circling back to their honeymoon.
“So, think we’re all prepared for Rome now, Mrs. Reyes?” Raven asks, kissing the back of Echo’s hand, peering up into her warm, honey brown eyes, getting soothed by the sound of her wife’s heartbeat. 
“You should be asking if Rome is ready for us.”
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laufire · 3 years
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I was tagged by @wisteria-lodge (ty!)
The Game: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some authors!  
I went with the last 20 saved (well, edited) documents in my WIPs folder.
tagging: @elasticella @missbrunettebarbie @bebewrites @bombshellsandbluebells @punishandenslavesuckers @anghraine @toboldlywrite @sienarosso @grapecase and whoever else feels like giving it a go, just drop a mention so I see it ^-^
1. Castiel didn’t come to the decision easily; it shamed him to say that it had been, in no small part, a question of pride. (SPN. pre-s4 canon-divergence AU. The idea was inspired by this anon’s prompt).
2. A man in a trench coat had lurked on the corner of his eye all day; now, he waited for Dean outside his motel’s room. (SPN. This one was also inspired by an anon’s prompt (smh); it’s a Meg and Castiel role reversal AU, so now I have a whole ‘verse in my head with demon!Castiel and angel!Meg and how they’d fit in the story, meet the Winchesters, etc.).
3. Sometimes Bela indulged in the thought that the worst thing about Hell was the tedium, the rutine and repetition of the day to day; but then, the torture started. (SPN. My “Castiel gets Bela out of Hell” AU).
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5. In the upcoming days, Silver will work hard to forget this truth: when he dared to reveal his true nature to the crew, it wasn’t because he sorely needed to replentish his energy after losing his leg; it was because he’d hoped they would kill him. (Black Sails. Vampire Silver AU).
6. John Murphy’s second life started when he woke up hungry and filthy in a half dug mass grave. (The 100. Vampire Memori AU -part of my Vamp/Blade T100 AU series. Indra is Blade btw xD).
7. The last thing Anna espected was to open her eyes again after Michael’s attack. (SPN. Self-indulgent Anna/Mary AU).
8. “I take it the interrogation didn’t go your way.” Castiel couldn’t stop himself from needling Dean, who glared at him while his hands still shook. (SPN. Endverse!Megstiel story).
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10. Someone else might have thought they just woke up from a nightmare, but Silver knew his head had just hit against the rocks. (Black Sails. Max & Silver, Russian Doll inspired fusion, set in s1 of the show).
11. After talking with the rattled Ms. Bose, Jo could feel her luck in this hunt was finally changing. (SPN. Bela/Jo, s3 canon-divergence AU. Three guesses as to who is Ms. Bose).
12. Sam had put if off when Lucifer started raising; when he and Dean were on the plane; when Zachariah had them spilling their guts; in the hospital... but finally, he reunited a few seconds of calm to freak. The fuck. Out. (SPN. My Ruby’s Terror Twins series lmao -Ruby screams out she’s pregnant, shocks Sam and Dean enough she can escape with her knife. Then, a few months later...).
13. Ruby opened her eyes, and immediately knew two things: the slash in her stomach was healed, and she’d put her faith in the right deity. (SPN. Ruby Lives AU. Ideally, a rewrite, but that might be too ambitious xD. Of s5, sure).
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16. What Moira first noticed about Akeri was the book he’d tried to hide beneath his clothes; the carved marks on his cheeks came second. (Black Sails. Maroon Queen x Mr. Scott -who I gave alternate names because I can’t write an entire fic about them and pretend they call each other that lol).
17. Alastair spoke to Dean in a tone that sat in between that of a lover and a proud father. (SPN. Alastair brings Bela for Dean to torture).
18. The letters -all four of them now- never came signed; for that matter, there was nothing specific or damning enough, no misstep hidden within them that he could have used, and so he stopped looking for those. (Black Sails. Rackham x Rogers Foe Yay post finale lol).
19. That very night Silver will curse himself for his naivete, for thinking you can escape from something while you plant roots on a place; but in truth, the day had started so well. (Black Sails. An attempt to explore certain ideas about Silver’s past that’s likely to go nowhere lol).
20. At the ten year mark Silver returned to land and found the wrong woman waiting for him on the beach. (Black Sails. A weird “Silver ends as the captain of the Flying Dutchman” canon-compliant AU).
Patterns: ig the most notable one is that I like to throw the reader in the middle of the action, especially in fic. Often I go back and elaborate on the context, but I like a cold open xD
Favourite: I’m very happy with them all (first lines matter to me), but I’m especially fond of 9 and 14 for Latoya and Eva’s dramatics; 5 with vampire!Silver (ouchie); and 13 for the irony xD
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canonconspiracy · 4 years
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Who Needs Food When You Have Love? (Memori x Fem!Reader)
Fandom: The 100
Fanfiction By: @rmorningstar21 
Pairing: Emori x Fem!Reader x John Murphy
This will be cross-posted between my AO3 and Wattpad (rmorningstar21).
Warnings: Poly, a little swearing, needles
WC: 1890
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“I bear the burden so that they don’t have to,” you murmured to yourself as you stared down upon Emori’s beautiful, sedated face, before glancing to the needle in your hand once more.  You, much like Octavia, had been the girl from underneath the floorboards.  You were an outcast upon the Ark, and it was only natural that you managed to fall for the two largest outcasts you had met down on Earth.  
A hand gently caressed Emori’s cheek, a sad smile against your lips as you moved to inject yourself with the black blood marrow experiment, feeling the foregein sensation taking over your body.  It had started with the pain simply from the injection, but your body had to process the new marrow as it began to course through you.  New cells formed in your body slowly, and yet, you knew you did the right thing.  Your voice rang out strong, true, as you called out to the rest of the group.  
“You’ll be testing it on me,” you said firmly.  
Clarke’s eyes widened, and yet she nodded with a tear in her eyes.  “You’ll be okay,” she lied to you, moving to guide you to the other medical bed to allow Emori to wake on her own.  “You’re strong, Y/N.”
“She’s your sister, Clarke,” Abby, your mother, gasped out with wide eyes.  Even so, she knew it needed to be done.  Abby had not been daft to the feelings she could see from your y/e/c orbs towards the two in question.  Though she had not understood exactly how you could love two people, two people like them, she knew it was why you had done it.  “Y/N, what if you die?”
“What if Emori did?” you shot back while crossing your arms against your chest.  “Just like the last test subject, she wasn’t a willing subject.  She knew that she would be the guinea pig, and that’s why she saved her own skin the first time.”
“But, Y/N,” Abby tried to counter, placing a hand upon your shoulder as tears welled in her eyes.  “We need you.”
“And I need them,” you spat back acidically, your y/e/c orbs shifted to a glare as you glanced over upon your mother.  “We will do the testing on me, and if it fails, you did everything to prevent the human race from going extinct.”
“Fine,” Abby said, her voice tight as she glanced away, moving over to distract herself with anything.  The waiting would be agonizing, impossible as she awaited to place her own daughter in the tube.  If it had been her first daughter, though, if it had been Clarke, surely she would have stopped it.  
Emori stirred, her face immediately drifting to panic as she glanced over at everyone.  Her voice was about to exert panic, but she could see the sadness against everyone’s faces...everyone except your own.  As the only person in the room despite John that she trusted, she hurried over to you, placing a hand against your shoulder as her eyes scanned your features.  “Did you let them inject me?” she questioned, worry clearly in her tone.  
“No, Em, I didn’t,” you said, forcing a smile against your lips as your gaze met her beautiful brown eyes.  “You should know by now I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”
Emori’s brown eyes widened as she stared you down, her hand moving to meet your face for a moment.  Her thumb trailed your cheekbone as her lips dropped to a distressed frown.  Swallowing hard, she whispered her next words as she removed her hand and backed away.  “You didn’t…” her tone shook with each word.
“What didn’t she do?” John asked as he had finally made his way back over to the group, Clarke being the one to set him free of the restraints that held him to the ship.  He glanced from you to Emori, noticing the terror against her face.  “What’s wrong?”
“She did,” Clarke chimed in.  “But, it has to work.  She’s making the sacrifice so that we can all live.”
“And you’re okay with this?” John spat back, before moving over to your side, motioning with his eyes for Emori to join him.  “You’re okay with playing God on your own sister?”
“I made the choice,” you replied sheepishly, moving your hand to touch his arm gently to get his attention.  “I know how much the two of you mean to one another.  You need each other.”
“We need you, too,” Emori chimed in.  
You moved to press a kiss against Emori’s cheek, before John’s, a sad smile against your lips as you stood to your feet.  Not sure how two hours had already passed, you knew you were ready to test the black blood in your system.  Your eyes shifted to your mother, your sister, and then to Jackson as your tone was firm.  “I’m ready,” you said.  As much as you wanted to tell the two that you loved them, that you needed them as well, you knew it would just make everything hurt so much more.  Tears welled in your eyes as you moved over to the machine, opening it and lying down inside of the tube.  
Jackson was the one to place the EMR tags upon your skin to monitor your vitals as you would go in.  You could hear the faint tears of Emori as she stood beside John, but you dared not look in their direction as you closed your eyes.  Though anxiety filled your chest, you forced yourself to believe you were ready for exposure.  As you took the burden so that Emori would live, you had to believe that what you were doing was to make all of humanity live.  
When the tube had closed, you were unable to hear anything outside of it.  Each time that Jackson cranked the radiation, you were unaware, though you knew it had been happening.  With each tear that fell, each worried strain as the radiation rose, your heart-rate stood intact.  It seemed to be forever that you were in that tube, until your mother had been the one pulling you from the experiment.  
"It…" Abby breathed out as she checked over your body, checking for any sort of lesion.  "...worked!  As she moved to pull you into a bone-crushing hug, she continued.  "Don't you ever scare me like that again." 
Clarke had been the next to have dibs upon hugging you, though the two that you loved waited impatiently as you reunited with your Commander of Death sister.  Tears still shed from her blue eyes as she embraced you, though you knew as well as any that she would have lived with you dying in that tube.  It had been for the greater good, to save everyone, and you had simply gotten lucky that you were the second test subject.   
Emori was on your left, John on your right as the two of them practically squished you in embrace.  Holding you tightly to them, neither of them dared wish to let you go.  The two who would do anything to survive would have been lost without you, and yet, neither knew how to say it aloud.  
Emori still had fresh tears upon her face as the three of you separated, her eyes frantically searching your face for any sort of problem, anything that the radiation had done.  Finally, she breathed out, "You're okay!"  
It took mere moments for the black to begin to drip from your nose as you quickly separated from the woman.  Your hand moved to your face as you turned away, beginning to cough.  Black blood dripped from your hand to the floor as gasps sounded around you.  Lesions formed against your face and neck from the delay to the exposure as your world was spiraling to blackness.  As you fell, you were not even sure who's arms managed to catch you, or if you hit the cold tile.  
Waking had been like a dream, though you could feel strength as your y/e/c orbs opened once more.  As your gaze fixated above you, you found two sets of eyes staring down upon you.  Both your hands were held in a comforting manner, one by a strong hand while another by a more lithe one.  
"Y/N!" They both gasped, nearly at the same time as they noticed you waking.  A mix of relief and worry was present in both tones as they spoke, though your mind had yet to process the upturn of John's lips, or the softness in Emori's brown eyes.  The comfort of both of their hands would have made you blush if you had been more awake for it.  
In a groggy voice, you said, "I'm not dead, right?" 
"No, but you missed a lot," John said with a laugh.  "I guess I'm not the only cockroach after all." 
"John," Emori warned sharply before moving to squeeze your hand gently.  "How are you feeling, Y/N?" 
Though you did not want to move out of the comfort of both hands that held you, you pushed yourself up to a seated position, smiling at her softly.  "Honestly, great," you said with a soft chuckle.  "It helps that my two favorite people actually give a shit.  The treatment worked, though.  That means, depending on how long we have, we may have just saved the world." 
"It's a little late for that," John chimed in with an eye roll.  "There's a conclave in Polis over who gets a bunker, and even if we win, there isn't enough time to get there." 
"So, my mother and Clarke…" you began to question, glancing between the two of them.  
"In Polis," Emori confirmed, causing your heart to drop.  "John and I stayed back with you." 
"You remember that bunker we were stuck in for 84 days?" John mentioned snarkily, a smirk making its way to his face.  "We were thinking waiting out the end of the world in there." 
"How could I forget?" You replied with a chuckle.  "I- I wish you guys could have gotten someplace safer, though.  I'm so glad that the two of you cared enough to stick back, but what about survival?"   You raised an eyebrow at the two.  
"We can take supplies and food from the house," Emori suggested slyly, a smile against her lips. 
"And who needs food when you have love?" John added slyly, moving to press his lips against your own quite suddenly.  Though it was a chaste kiss, you had been stunned, barely having the chance to enjoy it, let alone kiss back.  Still, as your lips connected, you felt blush rise in your cheeks.  
To add to your shock, Emori moved to do the same, pressing her lips against your own rather suddenly.  As she did, you could feel John's hand tighten reassuringly upon your own.  It had been Emori that broke into laughter at the absolutely stunned look on your face.  
"I- I- um," you started, trying to think of a way to redeem yourself, though you fell short.  
"If it wasn't obvious, we both love you," John said with a smirk.  "The end of the world wasn't really when we wanted to admit it, but when isn't it the end of the world around here?" 
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