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wcaringthin · 2 years

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the bottom dropping out of a box you’re carrying. using your last five bucks to treat someone to an ice cream. plaid shirts with the sleeves ripped off. instant ramen and off-brand cereal. second, third, and hundredth chances. the clinging smell of cigarette smoke. blue jeans and yesterday’s t-shirt. dreaming of a better future. an unearned sense of self-confidence. spilling coffee down yourself. faking it ‘til you make it. skating through life with a wink and a smile. refusing to stay down. always looking for a silver lining. a pile of bills marked ‘final notice’.

statistics.

full name: andrew colm mclaughlin nickname(s): drew, andy name meaning: strong and manly (lol) age: twenty-seven date of birth: october 8th star sign: libra place of birth: indianapolis, indiana current location: hawkins, indiana gender: cis-male pronouns: he/him sexual orientation: pansexual religion: catholic, but not really occupation: bartender at the hideaway while it lasts family: francis “frank” collins (father), mairead mclaughlin (mother) siobhan “shiv” mclaughlin (sibling) finn mclaughlin (brother) education level: high school sophomore (dropped out) living arrangements: lives at the forest hills trailer park with his siblings financial status: poor spoken languages: english

inspirations.

nick wilde (zootopia) ferris bueller (ferris bueller’s day off) doug judy (brooklyn 99) the hustler kid (recess) lip gallagher (shameless) jason mendoza (the good place) clint barton (marvel comics)

biography. (parental neglect, abandonment)

Some people aren’t supposed to be parents. That fact would immediately become clear on meeting Frank Collins and Mairead McLaughlin; two people that barely had control over their own lives, let alone that of the newborn they now had to care for.

The family (if you could call it that) relocated to Hawkins from Indianapolis when Drew was three years old, taking up residence at the Forest Hill trailer park, since it was all they could afford. Drew’s parents were rarely home at the same time, and if they were, they were either arguing or... making up.

When Drew’s first sibling arrived, he was beside himself. He loved having a little buddy to hang out with all the time, even if they were kind of boring at first, because they mostly just slept and pooped. He quickly developed a talent for making baby Shiv laugh, crossing his eyes and pulling funny faces until they stopped crying. He knew how to change a diaper and mix formula before he was five.

Starting school was a challenge. He didn’t like being away from Shiv, and found it difficult to get his head around learning letters and numbers, because god knows his parents didn’t give him much of a framework to go off. He compensated for this by being the loudest voice in the classroom, always ready with a joke and a smile, something to distract people or make them like him.

Frank finally split for good a few weeks after his youngest son, Finn, arrived, and Mairead was already well on her way to checking out entirely. The McLaughlin siblings could often be found wandering around town by themselves: a seven year old boy pushing a baby in a too-large pram with one hand, while a sticky three year old clung to the other. Drew was doing his best to keep his siblings together, and was already a prolific liar, fending off the concerns of other adults with a wave and a smile.

His money-making schemes started early. He took to shoplifting candy and toys from the dollar store, and selling them back to his classmates at a mark up on the playground. When he got caught, he got in a lot of trouble, but it had only been a week, and he’d already made over fifty bucks. It seemed like a fortune to a ten year old, and his path was set.

Mairead vanished the year Drew turned sixteen. He reasoned it didn’t matter all that much, since he was already basically raising his siblings, and he thought they’d probably be a lot happier without having to worry about their mom all the time. He dropped out of high school after finishing his sophomore year, deciding it was more important to dedicate his time to generating some income.

Since then, Drew has been employed at virtually every establishment in town. Each job only ever seems to work out for a few months at a time before something goes wrong and he ends up back where he started. He means well, but he’s not good at anything, and his continued attempts at side-hustles invariably end up getting him into trouble.

He doesn’t really consider himself a criminal, but he’s definitely done some things of questionable legality in the name of trying to support his family. He has been known to steal, and has been an on-and-off drug dealer since high school.

It’s kind of ironic that when the earthquake hit, the McLaughlins’ home was one of the few that survived the destruction of the trailer park. They had so little to lose, even in comparison with their neighbours, that they may have been better equipped to deal with the change in circumstances - but their trailer was miraculously untouched.

All this to say, Drew McLaughlin is a loser. He won’t give up though - one day, he’s gonna make the big time, and everything’s gonna be different. Maybe it’s not his weekend, but it’s gonna be his year!

other things.

drew idolises bruce springsteen. it’s no accident that he dresses the way he does.

he has fallen prey to at least two multi-level marketing schemes in his life. he doesn’t want to talk about it.

his favourite flavour of ice cream is cherry garcia. he goes to scoops ahoy! insisting it’s his birthday every three months or so, relying on staff turn over so he won’t get caught out.

there was a brief period where drew was selling bootleg video tapes. you may own a copy of ‘a stir is barn’, ‘saturday knight fervour’ or ‘plant of the apes’.

drew walks everywhere. never learning to drive is probably the only thing he really regrets, but it’s so expensive!

he has the words ‘never back down’ tattooed on his bicep, and a wonky stick-and-poke smiley face that he did himself on his ankle.

this is his second time working at the hideaway. he begged the owner to take him back after the earthquake, because the grind never stops.

he’d rather be barefoot than wear shoes. this is probably because he hasn’t had a new pair in about five years, and the old ones hurt his feet.

#drew: about #what he thinks he is: lovable rogue #what he actually is: memetic loser

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ao3feed-the100 · 1 year

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westbound

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wEs17S2

by blueparacosm

Murphy’s life has pretty much been one terrible choice after another. He’s already served a brief stint behind bars and with his reputation muddying up his every attempt at making an honest living, he decides to head west for a clean slate, nothing to his name and a slim chance of making it. It’s just his luck that the train he stows away on is the very one that Bellamy Blake has decided to rob. Bellamy— once the boy next door, the wanna-be lawman, the son of a bitch that ripped Murphy’s heart out a decade ago. Of course, because he can’t stop ruining Murphy’s life, Bellamy has a proposition for him: if he thinks they can play nice long enough to work together, would Murphy possibly be interested in the heist of a lifetime?

This is an interactive fic. You as the reader will be faced with choices, and what you choose will determine the story you create. Choose wisely, try not to get anyone killed (or do), and have fun out there, cowboy.

Words: 103520, Chapters: 20/72, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: John Murphy (The 100), Bellamy Blake, Raven Reyes (The 100), Emori (The 100), Jasper Jordan, Monty Green, Octavia Blake, Luna (The 100), Clarke Griffin, Charmaine Diyoza, Paxton McCreary, Nathan Miller, Finn Collins, Eric Jackson

Relationships: Bellamy Blake/John Murphy

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Western, Gun Violence, Many Kinds of Violence, Death, Murder, Stabbing, Torture, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Execution, Blood and Injury, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Mentions of Suicide, Animal Death, Terminal Illness, Grief, Period-Typical Homophobia, Heist, Crimes & Criminals, Childhood Friends, Friends to Enemies to Lovers, Minor Monty Green/Jasper Jordan, Minor Luna/Raven Reyes, Multiple Endings, Reader-Interactive, Trains

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wEs17S2

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the 100 #the 100 fic

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hcllfirexxandxxhclywater · 1 year

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RULES (READ FIRST), MUSES, SHIPS and other

RULES:

Plot with me in messages first so I know what is going on and who the muses are going to be and their relationship to each other.

Smut with only people over 21+ and MUST be discussed in messages first.

No slurs or call-out culture or drama.

If you are uncomfortable with something that I’m doing or with my muses, tell me in messages. Don’t make a vague call-out post.

You can message and submit asks multiple times in a row, but please be patient with me when it comes to answering them because sometimes, I don’t get the muses right away or they are in a different mood than the ask requires.

I don’t deviate from my ship list unless it is discussed with the person in question that has that muse.

I don’t do “special verses” and have family members in relationships with each other. Alternate universes, yes but only if it is discussed.

Bold is Canon characters; Italics is Original Characters

GREY’S ANATOMY MUSE

Amelia Frances Shepherd. FC: Caterina Scorsone (Mostly roleplayed on Discord but can be RPed with by request)

ONCE UPON A TIME MUSES

Lilith “Lily” Michele Page. FC: Agnes Bruckner. (By request)

Regina Maria Mills. FC: Lana Parrilla. (Mainly played on Discord)

Ava Grace Taylor. FC: AJ Michalka. (Main muse)

MARVEL MUSE:

Stephanie Giselle Rogers. FC: Blake Lively. (Main muse)

YELLOWSTONE MUSES:

Delaney Kay Wheeler. FC: Riley Keough. (Secondary muse)

Carter Dutton Wheeler. FC: Finn Little. (Secondary muse)

Evelyn James Dutton. FC: Gretchen Mol. (Main/secondary muse)

Elias Dalton Wheeler. FC: Lucas Till. (Secondary muse)

Rip Wheeler. FC: Cole Hauser. (Secondary muse)

Melissa Arceneaux Dutton. FC: Odette Annable. (Secondary muse)

ONE CHICAGO MUSE:

Nadia Halstead. FC: Raegan Revord. (Secondary muse)

Michaela Peters. FC: Maggie Lawson. (Secondary muse)

L & O MUSE:

Rachel Munch. FC: Lily Collins. (Secondary muse)

SHIPS (I DON’T DEVIATE FROM THESE SHIPS OR DO “special verses” AND SHIP FAMILY MEMBERS TOGETHER) and SEXUAL ORIENTATION/IDENTITY

Amelia Shepherd: Arizona Robbins. Bisexual

Lily Page: Emma Swan, Killian Jones, Ruby Lucas. Bisexual

Regina Mills: Emma Swan, Maleficent. Bisexual

Ava Swan: Her husband Lucas, bisexual.

Steph Rogers: Bucky Barnes, Howard Stark, Peggy Carter, straight for my Bucky and Howard verses/threads and lesbian for my Peggy verses/threads

Delaney Wheeler: Ryan. Bisexual

Carter Wheeler: none at the moment. Straight

Melissa Dutton: Lee Dutton. Straight.

Elias Wheeler: none at the moment. Bisexual.

Rip Wheeler. Beth Dutton. Straight.

Nadia Halstead: none at the moment. Straight

Michaela Peters: none at the moment. Straight

Evelyn Dutton: John Dutton. Straight.

Rachel Munch: Her husband Elijah, another OC of mine. Straight.

OTHER:

AO3: hcllfirexxandxxhclywater | Archive of Our Own

Discord: hcllfirexxandxxhclywater#8799

#RULES #MUSES AND SHIPS

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bxby2k-blog · 7 years

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Do you ever just think about how ridiculous and borderline psychotic jroth and his writers are? About how badly they treat their cast and how little they care about the characters? Because same.

#the 100 #rip jasper jordan #rip lincoln #rip Finn Collins #rip luna #rip wells #rip roan

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jfmical · 4 years

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The 100 rewatch in prep for season 7

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-before I even hit play I want you to know that I love and hate Finn’s character and I would have loved to see him develop through the series but alas, he’s a psychopath and blood must have blood

-everyone wanting Finn to go bye bye lmao

-Finn x Raven flashbacks make me so sad 😭

-Bellamy and Clarke trying time keep him safe lmao and Clarke telling Murphy to stay away from her

-if memory serves me right I’m pretty sure Finn goes off to the grounders on his own

-Abby being ravens mother figure 🥺❤️

-THAT WAS ANOTHER TIME AND ANOTJER CHANCELLOR -ABBY MF GRIFFIN

-Finn, president of saying the wrong things at the wrong times

-Bellamy standing with the guard is so hot lol

-Abby, Clarke and Bellamy walking to the gate together. Can you tell who’s in charge?

-Abby x Marcus goes fucking hard

-is it hot in here or are there just too many former chancellors??

-Bellamy Dad Blake, “this isn’t up for discussion” and punching someone for his own

-Just the fact that I know Finn is gonna take the hit

-Bellamy immediately going to Clarke to see what’s wrong

-Finn blowing raven off is disgusting lmao

-omg Indra always being a hardheaded Queen. Defo one of my fave fave fave characters esp in s6

-Finn I nEvER mEAnT tO hUrT YoU Collins

-raven trying to sacrifice Murphy LMAOOO I’m sorry but what the fuck, and I love Bellamy and Clarke defending Murphy

-Finn x Clarke was my first, and then I started shipping Bellarke as well and then I shipped Clexa and Bellarke at the same time and now I ship Bellarke alone and it’s just always been Bellarke, you know?

-I love Finn for giving himself up, like yeah you know you fucked up buddy.

-Clarke going in to talk to Lexa but then accidentally falling in love with her and killing Finn anyways :/

-Heeeeeere’s Clexa

-Clarke: take me

Lexa: nooooo ur so sexyyyyy

-🥺🥺 Clarke my poor baby Thanks Princess 🥺🥺

-Clarke said show my people your influence by showing mercy and Lexa said no but raised one (1) hand to stop fifty (50) grounders from killing Clarke

#the 100 #the 100 spoilers #the 100 rewatch #finn collins #raven reyes #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #bellarke #john murphy #abby griffin #thelonious jaha #marcus kane #indra kom trikru #commander lexa #lexa #RIP spacewalker

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thefutureunseen · 5 years

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Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.

~Mary Elizabeth Frye

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theonehundredimagines · 7 years

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Just Hold On// Bellamy Blake

Request: Hi! May I request a Bellamy x reader where reader is wounded very badly and Bellamy doesn’t know until he sees them bringing her into camp on a stretcher and he runs to her side and tries to stay with her the whole time but Abby has do major surgery and makes him wait so he does and then Abby comes out hours later and tells him she did all she can and he can go see her and she’s literally on the brink of death. Bellamy admits he’s falling for her and somehow she manages to stay alive. Idk hah.

Word Count: 807

A/N: If you enjoy my imagines, I also run a Wattpad page with many more imagines and stories. Check it out here: here

Bellamy’s POV

“Alright, thanks, keep it up.” I said to Raven, giving her a pat on the shoulder before heading back out to gates to check up with Jasper.

I was bored ever since y/n and some others went on a supply run together, leaving me here alone. Y/n has been my best friend since we got onto the Ground. She’s always stood by my side, talked sense into me when I needed it most and listened to my feelings. Even though I don’t really know how to express them, she still understood.

“How’s it going up there?” I asked Jasper.

He was looking off into the distance before turning to me, his eyes filled with panic. “They’re coming back, they’re early.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “Open the gates!” I yelled.

The rover pulled in, Miller coming from the front seat. He looked at me before sighing. “It’s y/n.”

Monty and Harper pulled a stretcher from the back, y/n lying on it.

I almost gasped at her. There was blood covering..everything. It was everywhere.

I looked up at Monty. “What happened?”

He ignored me, taking her to Abby. I looked to Harper.

She was shaking, staying in her spot. “They came out of nowhere.”

I ran after them, standing beside her as Abby pressed her fingers against his neck. “She’s alive.”

She motioned to take her inside and I followed. She turned, her hand pressed against my chest.

“Bellamy, you can’t.”

“Abby.” I pleaded.

“No, you can’t.”

She closed the door and I stood outside, pacing.

The sun set after a couple hours, my feet tired from pacing. I crouched to the ground, my hands going into my hair.

I couldn’t lose her. If I lost her, everything would be over. I wouldn’t have anything.

The door opened, making me jump up and look at her. She was wiping a dark crimson color from her hands that made my stomach churn.

“I’m sorry, I did everything I could,” she said softly. “You can say goodbye, she’s barely holding on.”

I went in, sitting beside her bed. I cried softly as I took her hand.

“I knew I shouldn’t have let you go,” I shook my head. “You told me you could do it, and I believed you, I shouldn’t have let you go.”

She lied there, completely motionless besides the rise and fall of her chest.

I pressed my lips against her knuckles. “You can’t leave me, y/n, you can’t.”

I swiped a tear from my cheek. “I’m nothing without you. You can’t leave me. Without you, there’s nothing. I’ll have nothing.”

I sighed, trying to get my words right. “I love you so much. And not like I love Octavia. I love you in a way that doesn’t even make sense to me.”

My thumb rubbed her knuckles. “I love you so damn much, y/n. You just- you just gotta hold on.”

I kissed her forehead softly before leaving, unable to hold my tears in.

I walked out and past everyone who was asking questions, making my way to the front gate.

“Let me out, please, Jasper.” I begged.

He opened the door and let me go. I ran towards the trees, begging to get away. I fell against a tree, sobbing heavily into my hands.

She was gone. My everything was gone.

I don’t know how long I stayed there. I don’t know how long I cried. But finally, I pulled myself up, making my way back towards camp.

I finally came to the gates, watching as Abby ran towards me. “There you are! Bellamy, she woke up. She’s going to be okay.”

My head snapped up to look at her. “What?”

“I don’t know what you said to her, but she pulled through,” she said, pulling me into a hug. “She’s going to be okay. You can go see her, if you want.”

I turned and ran into the room, her eyes finding mine, a smile spreading across her face.

“Bell.”

I came to her side, taking her outstretched hand.

“Y/n,” I breathed, staring at her. “I thought I lost you, I thought you were gone.”

“I heard what you said, Bell.” She smiled softly, her other hand moving to my hair.

I looked down at her hand, blushing softly.

“And I love you too.”

I looked up at her, searching her face for the lie.

“What?”

“You heard me.” She giggled softly, swiping a tear from my cheek.

I pressed my lips against her hand.

“C’mon Bellamy, don’t leave me hanging.” She whispers.

“What?” I chuckle.

“Kiss me, you doof.”

I took her face in my hands before softly pressing my lips against hers. Shivers spread across my entire body as she kissed back, pulling me closer.

She suddenly pulled back, mumbling an ow.

“Sorry.” I chuckled, pressing my lips against her forehead.

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topazy · 3 years

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Silent bloom

Pairings: Finn Collins/Reader Bellamy Blake/reader

Warnings: mentions of blood

Chapter: 1.11

"...like that star of the waning summer who, beyond all stars, rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance." You turned to see Bellamy sitting down on the ground beside you. You stared at him curiously. "I thought your post finished hours ago?"

"It did," you shrugged. "I like being out here at night. The sky looks beautiful from down here."

Bellamy stared at you for a moment, "I suppose it does."

"You suppose? It’s the most amazing sight in the world. I honestly have no idea why people used to use drugs to live in a distorted reality, when the earth is just-" You stopped talking when you saw the amused look on his face. "What?"

"Nothing," he shook his head, smiling. "I’ve just never heard you talk so passionately about something that wasn’t to do with your friends."

You raised a brow at his comment, "you don’t know me very well Blake."

He looked like he was thinking for a moment before looking back up at the sky. "You're a good shot. We have the same taste in books, and you don’t know who Oppenheimer is."

"Touché, I’m guessing you’ve read the Iliad a few times then?" He nodded, "How do you know we have the same taste in books?"

"Octavia has mentioned it," he shrugged.

You thought it was strange that Bellamy had joined you, considering you had never really spoken before. Feeling the night chill, you noticed goosebumps appearing on your arms. You thought about heading back to your tent when Bellamy placed his jacket over your shoulders. "Thanks..."

"No problem."

You watched him as he played with the grass between his fingers. Something was playing on his mind, and the awkward silence between you probably wasn’t helping. "So this Oppenheimer, who is he?"

—

The forest had claws and teeth, as it bit at your body as if it were trying to drag you down. You never stopped once to look back. Even when the small stones dig into your feet, causing them to bleed, or the thin branches slap you in the face, causing blood to run down your cheek.

Everything had happened so fast that it was almost confusing. You, Finn, Clarke, and Myles had split off into a group to go hunting. You had hung back as Clarke and Finn led the way. Myles had questioned why you were hanging back, but you had just shrugged, not wanting to admit you were avoiding Finn. You had only stopped for a split second to tie your laces again when Myles cried out in pain. He had been shot with an arrow in the chest and leg. You went to go help him when an arrow landed in your thigh. From your spot on the ground, you could vaguely make out grounders taking Finn and Clarke. Shit. You waited until the grounders had gone far enough away before getting back up.

Now you can’t hear anything over your own breathing.

Your eyes stung with tears that you fought to hold back. You started to feel nauseous, most likely from the loss of blood, but you couldn’t stop. You needed to warn the rest of the camp that the grounders were coming.

—

As soon as you got back to camp, you limped toward Bellamy’s tent, ignoring the strange looks you were getting.

"Bellamy!" You called out, but there was no reply. You frowned. If anybody knew what to do, it was him. You pushed the flaps of his tent open, "Bellamy I-"

The sight of a topless Raven redressing took you by surprise. Your scoff of disgust alerted them to your presence. You turned your back on them and limped out of the tent. Leaving a small drop of blood in your trail.

"Daisy, what the hell happened?" Bellamy asked, following you out of the tent.

Raven stepped out next, her hair messy and her clothes ruffled. It didn’t take her long. You clenched your jaw and started to walk away.

Bellamy stepped in front of you. "Daisy, what happened out there?"

"Grounders attacked us."

Raven stepped toward you, "Finn... is..."

"Myles got hit with a few arrows. I don’t know if he’s dead or not." You looked from Bellamy to the ground below, which was now changing from a mixture of green and brown, to red. "They took Clarke and Finn. I have no idea where they went."

You walked away from Raven when she opened her mouth again. You didn’t have time to argue with her. You needed to get the arrow out so you could go look for your friends. You managed to reach your tent before collapsing onto your bed. You rummaged for a top which you ripped up. Raven walked into the tent as you struggled to tie the makeshift bandages around your thigh.

"Let me help," she said softly.

You thought about it for a moment before letting her help. You wanted to be angry at her, but you had no right to be. You were just jealous that she could move on so easily. "I never told him."

Raven looked up at you as you finished tightening the knot. "Told who what?"

You gave her a knowing look. "I lied to Finn. I told him I tripped and fell. I’m only telling you so you don’t mention it later on."

Raven let out a scoffing noise, "You really must be a terrible liar. Finn is like a dog with a bone when it comes to your eyes. He kept asking what happened... I never meant to push you."

"I know," you nodded. "I guess I’ve been holding onto that night for so long, but none of it matters now."

"Still, I am so sorry for what I did. All of it. " She blinked away her tears, "I’m responsible for both you and Finn getting locked up."

"Regardless of how it happened, we have all ended up here, and I’m glad." You smiled before crying out in pain again. "Shit, do you know where Octavia is?"

"I haven’t seen her in a while. I can go look for her if you want."

"No." I shook my head. "You needed to go Raven. Our friends need you. Don’t worry about me Reyes, just go find Bellamy and join the group."

"Daze... I don’t even like Bellamy in that way," she said in a low voice. "I just wanted to get over Finn."

You sighed, feeling bad about judging her before. "None of us are saints, we have all made mistakes." You could hear Bellamy calling out that they were leaving, "You need to go."

"You better be alive when I get back," Raven said before leaving your tent.

—

"Are you ready?"

"No!"

"Hold her still," Octavia demanded.

You felt Lincoln holding you as Octavia placed the blade against your skin. You screamed out in pain, thankful nobody else could hear you. "Thank you," you said in a sob. "Good thing nobody else wonders about here."

Once Bellamy’s group left to look for your captured friends, Octavia helped you walk to Lincoln’s hideout so he could heal your leg. The pain of him pushing the arrow out almost made you pass out.

"I need to go," Lincoln announced, standing up. "Let her rest, then take her back to camp."

You looked away as him and Octavia kissed, and shared a tender moment. You loved seeing your friend happy, but you didn’t want to intrude.

Octavia kneeled down next to you once he left, "How are you feeling?"

"Sweaty," you joked. She gave you a sympathetic look, "useless. I never did anything to stop the grounders from taking them. If they are dead, it’s on me and I can’t even go after them because I would have just slowed everyone down."

Octavia brushed a strand of hair out of your face, "That’s not true. You came back to warn us."

You smiled at her, "I think it’s time we go back to camp."

Season one

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craniumhurricane · 3 years

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call me, baby, if you need a friend

Cleaning up some old WIPs. This has been in my drafts since end of season 2/around season 3.

Basically 4 times Clarke calls Bellamy and 1 time that Bellamy calls Clarke.

Thank you @casleyislove and @sushigirlali for always reading things before I post them!

[ On AO3! ]

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It's a quiet night in at the Blake apartment. Or, at least, for Bellamy it is. He's having a nice Friday night by himself after surviving a truly grueling week of finals. Octavia tried to convince him to go out and celebrate the end of the semester the "right way," but he turned her down… he's still not quite sure how he managed to do that.

His feet are currently propped up on the coffee table with a large bowl of store brand cocoa puffs in his lap. Bellamy may be an adult but damn if he isn’t going to celebrate the end of the term with sugary cereal… nevermind that he didn’t actually make time to grocery shop this week. The TV was queued and ready for the marathon of Ancient Aliens episodes he’d missed due to studying, and he was just about to press play when he hears a short but insistent buzzing sound.

Glancing around, his eyes land on Octavia’s phone sitting on the corner of the coffee table. She must have left it in her hurry to leave since she was running late to meet up with her boyfriend.

Bellamy keeps his eyes on it for a second before deciding to ignore it, and once again his finger hovers over the play button on the remote. Then the phone lights up again, this time with a phone call; a picture of Octavia and a curly haired blonde that he recognizes, the name CLARKE THE GRIFFIN flashing across the screen. He considers ignoring it for a second time but... if she’s resorting to actually calling instead of texting again then something could be seriously wrong.

Bellamy swipes his thumb across the screen to answer and brings the phone to his ear but before he can even say anything a voice on the other side interjects immediately.

“Men are dicks,” the woman says without preamble. “No! Worse than that. They're weird tumors that grow on dicks," she pauses, seems to think about it, and then adds, "Preferably life threatening.”

Bellamy blinks a few times before he answers, “I'm sure you're right, but don't you think that's a bit harsh?”

The line is quiet. He can hear her shifting the phone, no doubt checking the screen to make sure she called the right person.

“Octavia?”

“Bellamy.”

Clarke huffs. “Where's Octavia?” she snaps. He can hear the annoyance seeping into her tone, which in turn just makes him feel his own frustrations start to rise.

He tamps it down though. “On a date,” he answers.

She deflates at that, “Oh right. One month anniversary with Lincoln.”

He hums a confirmation and then they’re silent for a few minutes. So long that it’s Bellamy’s turn to look at the phone and make sure she’s still there. “Did you need something?” he asks once he sees that the call is still, in fact, in progress.

She takes a deep breath before answering, “I ended things with Finn tonight.”

Bellamy had only met Finn Collins a handful of times; the guy was fine except for a little cocky… and he always seemed to want to show off in front of pretty girls. His hair was too long and always styled like he was some kind of frat boy that came from big money even though Bellamy's 100% sure he never so much as pledged.

And then there was that one time he flirted with Octavia.

Ok, so Bellamy didn’t like the guy. But a break up is still a shitty thing to go through which is why he says, “I’m sorry,” and finds that he means it.

“Not your fault,” Clarke says immediately, “But I was kind of looking for someone to watch me binge drink and listen to me vent.”

He understands that, having gone through the same thing when he broke up with Roma at the start of the term. If you could really call them “hooking up occasionally” the same thing as dating, but still, getting drunk with Miller had been essential in the whole moving on process.

“You want to come over here anyway?” he offers carefully, casually. He doesn’t mind Clarke. She’s younger than him, around Octavia’s age. They aren’t exactly friends, but he would consider them a little more than acquaintances. Enough that it shouldn’t be too weird for him to invite her over even without his sister present. Plus, her getting drunk here is a better alternative than her getting drunk by herself in some bar.

“You don’t mind?” she asks and he thinks he hears relief in her voice, “I was kind of already on my way over to your guy’s place... I don’t really feel like going out and I really don't feel like being depressed and alone in my dorm right now.”

“Nah,” he says and then tries a joke to brighten her spirits, “Sounds like something fun to watch. I’ll order food.”

“Chinese would be great,” and he swears he can hear a smile in her voice so he’ll count his dumb joke as a victory. “Thanks, Bellamy, see you soon.”

He's not even a little bit mad about dumping out his now soggy cereal.

(ii)

“So, you’ve been in school for basically forever. Is it normal for a person to experience this amount of stress?”

Bellamy’s lips twitch as he holds his phone to his ear. After Clarke crashed his Friday night in, and spilled on the whole cheating Finn debacle while they did shots, Bellamy figured he should give her his own cell phone number. As much as he hated to admit it, and honestly he never will, his sister and her boyfriend were getting serious, so who knows how much Octavia would be available for late night bitchfests about significant others, fellow students, and the human population in general. Which were just a few of the topics they discussed that night. Hanging out with Clarke ended up being kind of fun, a better night than he originally planned. She even let him watch a little of his marathon and offered her own commentary. Bellamy would do it again… which is something else he would never admit.

It's not like they suddenly talk every day, but it’s a near thing. They would send each other the occasional text when one of them sees something that the other absolutely has to know about. Mostly, he gets pictures of old dogs she sees at the park, asking if this will be him in 20 years. Bellamy responds in kind with memes about college life and rubbing it in her face that they no longer apply to him since he graduated last semester.

But sometimes she reaches out to him if there is something particularly bothering her. Such as dealing with egotistical dickwads that consider themselves professors and shutting down female students in a male dominated class.

Clarke’s probably the only person that ever calls him and can never start the conversation with a simple ‘Hello’. Actually, she’s probably the only person that actually still calls him.

“I just got a job teaching so that insult isn't going to work anymore since I literally will be in a school as part of my job,” is his first response before he turns to one of concern, “Midterms got ya down?”

“It’s just,” she gives an exasperated sigh before continuing, “I want to do something that helps people, I know I want to help people… But maybe I don't want to help people the way my mom wants me to help people...ya know?”

“You’re going to have to give me more to go on here, Princess-”

“I’m thinking about switching my major,” she says abruptly, like she’s ripping off a band aid.

He’s silent, waiting to see if she’s going to say anything else. When it becomes clear she’s waiting for him to say something he responds honestly, “If being a doctor isn’t something you want to do, then you shouldn’t do it.”

“But-”

“What your mom wants you to do shouldn’t overrule what you want to do, Clarke,” he interrupts her. Due to the increasing amount of time he’s been spending with Clarke, he’s learned that the Griffins have always had a capital “P” Plan and he knows that Clarke has a hard time knowing when she can push the boundaries of said Plan.

She’s silent again and Bellamy’s starting to think he’s going to have to prod her a second time. He’s got the beginnings of his big speech all prepared when finally she speaks up. “I’m thinking about going into Art Therapy,” She says thoughtfully, “Or maybe teaching? Helping out underprivileged kids...or hell, even underprivileged adults. Or maybe something for the community?”

His lips twitch on another smile at hearing the beginnings of a hint of passion in her voice. “Teaching can be very rewarding,” he says magnanimously.

She snorts and it turns into a full laugh, “You haven't even started yet! It could be the worst thing you’ve ever done and a total waste of your degree.”

“Your confidence in me really is touching,” he deadpans and then adds simply, “You’re an amazing artist, Clarke. I think doing something with that could be something you'd enjoy and be really really good at.”

She’s quiet when she asks, “You think I’m amazing? You’ve never told me that.” And Bellamy swears he can hear that smile in her voice again. The one he always looks forward to. The one he tries to coax out of her without realizing he’s doing it.

He feels his cheeks start to heat up and even though she can't see him, he feels the need to brush it off. “Yeah, well, I generally try to be as dickish as possible so…”

She snorts again and damn if he didn’t feel a slight flutter in his chest.

“For the record, I think you’re going to be an amazing teacher,” she says it so matter-of-factly but he’ll have to dwell on it later because she sobers and then asks softly, “So, you think I should do it?”

It’s not hard for him to build her up. She spends so much time being there for the rest of their slowly merging friend groups that she rarely takes time to see the greatness in herself. He doesn’t mind helping.

“I think you should do whatever the hell you want.”

(iii)

“Women are worse than men.”

Bellamy rubs the sleep from his eyes and glances at the clock; it was almost 3 in the morning. “I thought men were tumors?” he asks around a yawn.

“Yeah, well, women can be tumors too,” Clarke huffs, but she just sounds tired, “Comparing people to tumors is equal opportunity. Strides in feminism are being made, didn’t you know?”

Bellamy pushes himself into a sitting position, suddenly more alert as he picks up the trace of tears in her voice. “You ok?” he asks.

Clarke is silent at first, but he waits her out, he knows that she’ll tell him. “Lexa broke up with me,” she says quietly and then adds in confusion, “Or we broke up with each other? I’m a little unsure. We spent the whole night arguing and then suddenly she was packing up her stuff.” She pauses before taking a shaky breath, “It’s over. We’re over.”

“I’m so sorry, Clarke.”

“She was leaving anyway,” she continues, bitterly, “Some new job. She was leaving in a few weeks and didn’t even bother to tell me. I told her we could make it work long distance, I was willing to try and make it work. That’s when the arguing started. Not just about that but about-,” Clarke abruptly cuts herself off and hesitates, “about... other things. Things I didn’t even know were an issue.” She’s quiet again before she adds, “She didn’t say it but I think she was disappointed that I never suggested going with her...”

The thought makes a quick flash of irritation run through him. “She wanted you to uproot your entire life and go with her,” he summarizes as he tries to adjust the pillows on his bed by beating them, maybe a little too roughly at the thought of her doing just that, before leaning back against them.

“Which is completely crazy, I know,” she hurries to say, “but I wish we could have talked about it.”

“I am sorry, Clarke,” he says again, “I know Lexa seemed like she was it for you.”

“But maybe she wasn’t?” Clarke counters as if trying to reason with herself. “I don’t know. We were both committed to each other, but maybe this was a sign that we weren’t going to be able to make it work long term?” She pauses and Bellamy can hear the gears in her head turning as she processes a way for her to handle this, too explain it to herself. “When we were together,” she hesitates before continuing, and he can imagine her biting her lip, “I was happy... but I felt like a separate version of myself, ya know? Still me, but not completely me?”

Bellamy chews on the words he wants to say and goes with, “Sometimes the person you're with can change you; it's not always a bad thing.” He gets quiet as he adds thoughtfully, “I like to think Gina made me a better person...and she probably did,” he pauses, this time unsure if he should keep going, but Clarke hasn't said anything, so she must be waiting for him to continue, “We tried, tried really hard, to make it work, but eventually you just realize that maybe the relationship isn't going anywhere and what’s best for everyone is just to call it.”

“Wait, you and Gina broke up?” Clarke asks in surprise, “When did that happen!?”

“That's what you got from that?” He rubs a hand over his face as he thinks about it, “About two weeks ago?”

“Shit,” she says and is quiet before asking in a small voice, “Why didn't you tell me?”

“Honestly, I haven't seen a whole lot of you these last few months,” he hears what he said and corrects himself, “We haven’t seen a whole lot of you.” He’s surprised at his ability to keep the bite out of his voice; because the truth was this last year has sucked since Clarke started dating Lexa.

They met at one of Clarke's art gigs. Lexa was cool; fun when she wanted to be, but also a little hard to be around. Most of the time, she seemed to prefer doing things without any of Clarke’s friends.

“I’m sorry,” Clarke says.

“It’s fine,” he answers her and means it. “Gina and I are still good friends.”

“I wasn’t talking about you and Gina,” she says, voice soft.

He realizes what she’s actually apologizing for and he doesn’t know what to say. Because of course he forgives her, he will always forgive her.

The silence lasts too long so he clears his throat and prompts, “Want to come over and get drunk?”

Her laugh through the phone breaks the tension, “It’s like 3 o'clock in the morning.”

“My bar is always open.”

She chuckles. “I really want to hit something,” she says with a determined edge to her voice, “Then maybe get drunk.”

“How about this, we get a few more hours of sleep, wake up at a normal time, and go hit something,” he offers and then adds as if it's an afterthought, “And then get drunk, of course.”

She laughs again, “Oh, of course.” There’s that smile. “I forgot what being single with you was like.”

Bellamy sobers at the thought. It has been awhile since the two of them were single at the same time. “Always here to help, Princess.”

(iv)

“Why did I agree to this trip again?”

He’s packing up the essays that are scattered across his desk when she calls, 4 o’clock on the dot. Bellamy tries to suppress a laugh but he’s pretty sure she can at least hear the teasing smile in his voice.

“Just getting back to the hotel?” he asks in lieu of his own greeting.

“Yes!” she exclaims in exasperation. “And if it were up to Josephine, we probably would have walked all of damn Paris tonight,” her voice gets muffled at the end and he can only assume she’s thrown herself face first onto the nearest bed. “I cannot wait for a shower- No! A bath, definitely taking a long, hot bath.”

And now the image of Clarke Griffin in the bath, with just enough bubbles to cover up to her chest, has entered his mind. He shoves it away before anymore thoughts can accompany it.

This used to never be a problem. Sure, he’s always known that Clarke is attractive, but he has never been attracted to her. But ever since he broke up with Gina and she broke up with Lexa, Bellamy has been exceedingly aware of the fact that they have both remained single.

The last time this happened was right after Finn.

Bellamy shakes his head for good measure before responding. “You’re going to fall asleep in the tub and your roommate will find your prune-y, wrinkled body in the morning.” He cringes. Apparently he wasn’t able to get the image of her completely out of his head.

Clarke scoffs, but he can tell that it’s in an exasperated but fond kind of way. “How is it that you manage to be a buzzkill from over 4,000 miles away?” she asks drily and then pauses before adding, “Actually, Josie would probably just leave me in there for the entire trip and never let on that something was up.”

He turns the key to lock his office behind him and heads for the staff lot. “Don’t worry, if you don’t call to check in, I’ll call the National Guard,” he teases.

“I know you would,” she says simply, like it’s a known fact.

Things have been a little weird after he became aware that they were both single. Mostly because, he’s pretty sure that Clarke has also come to realize it. When he turns to look at her, he often finds her already looking. Their innocent touches are now more frequent and linger just a bit longer.

Bellamy has come to realize that he doesn’t want to be single and the reason he doesn’t want to be single is because he wants his best friend to not be single with him.

There’s just never a right time to tell her.

“So, what did you do today?” he asks.

Despite the exhaustion and jetlag that’s surly setting in, Clarke jumps into an animated retelling of the flight and arriving at their hotel room just in time to change clothes and head back out to walk the streets of Paris to get their bearings before their tours officially start tomorrow.

“I’m a little disappointed that we’re doing the Louvre first thing tomorrow. I was hoping to be a little more alert for that.”

“Your coffee addiction hasn’t stopped just because you’re in another country,” he points out as he gets in his car.

She laughs, “Jeez, you are such an ass.”

He starts the car but doesn’t leave just yet; afraid the long distance call will drop out.

“What are you doing now?” he asks into the comfortable silence.

“Admiring the view,” she admits softly. “It really is gorgeous all lit up. Makes me want to dig out my sketchbook.”

“You have a week, Princess,” he chuckles. “Don’t screw up your jetlag even more by losing track of time in your drawings on the first night.”

She’s quiet again before confessing softer somehow, “It also makes me wish you were here.”

His heart clenches in his chest and he wills himself to sound normal. “Maybe next time,” he tries for teasing but it comes out almost wistful.

“Next time, hmmm?” Clarke hums. “You’d come to Paris with me?” And he’s sure she’s flirting with him.

“Well, maybe not for our first date,” he says, “But maybe, like, our fifth or something.”

Clarke’s quiet for a long time and he’s afraid he’s overstepped, misread the room. He’s about to take it back, play it off as a joke when she finally speaks.

“And what would a first date look like?” she asks with what he thinks is hope in her voice.

He swallows a couple of times. “Well,” he starts, “Since you’re already getting some of the best museum experiences, I’d probably settle for dinner and a movie. Something cheesy that’s playing at the dollar theater; where we’re the only ones there and can yell at the screen.”

She chuckles and his heart flutters, “We already do that, Bell. Quite frequently, actually.”

“Yeah, but if it’s a date then I’d get to kiss you at the end of it.”

“What? No making out during the movie?” she asks and he can picture how cute her face gets when she pouts.

A grin spreads across his face and he’s grateful no one can see how goofy he must look.

“We’ll have to make sure it’s a really bad movie.”

(+i)

Clarke rubs some moisturizer on her face before capping the tube and tossing it into her bag on the bed. After ensuring that everything she’s going to need for tomorrow is packed, she zips it up and grabs one of Bellamy’s hoodies to slip on over her clothes.

Ever since he picked her up from the airport when she got back from her trip to Paris, and she ran directly into his arms, giving the other people waiting quite a show, there always seems to be one laying around, waiting for her to find it. She assumes that he gets as much of a thrill out of her wearing them as she does.

She heads down the stairs of their townhouse, passing various pictures and artwork, and shoots Raven one more text not to forget to bring her dress to the venue tomorrow. She’s supposed to help her get ready in the morning along with her mother. In the meantime, Abby has sent a car to pick her up and take her to the hotel. Easier to get ready if she’s already there for the stylist… something else her mother insisted on paying for. No matter how many times Clarke told her she didn’t care what her hair looked like because she was marrying the love of her life.

Clarke locks up the house and greets the driver, slipping into the backseat. She intends to spend the ride lost in thought, going through the checklists that were running through her head.

Their engagement had been on the short side but she didn’t mind. They were both ready to get on with this next chapter in their lives.

Her phone is resting loosely in her hand, face down on her knee, when it starts to vibrate with an incoming call. She holds her breath for a second, praying it isn’t the florist or the caterers. But when she sees the photo of her and Bellamy from New Year’s flash on the screen, she can’t help but smile.

She taps the button and greets him with a sultry, “Hi, handsome.”

“Hey,” he says and she can tell he has a soft smile on his face, the one just for her. “You just leave the house?”

“Yep. On my way to the hotel now, so hopefully you haven’t forgotten anything because it’s too late now.”

“The most important thing is already on its way,” he responds with a teasing lilt.

Clarke can’t help the sharp laugh that escapes her lips, “Oh my god! You are such a sap!”

“I was referring to the ring, obviously, Princess.”

“Oh, obviously,” she says, mock serious.

They chuckle to themselves for a few minutes and she honestly can’t tell if the driver is rolling his eyes or thinks they’re being cute from hearing one side of the conversation.

Bellamy sobers up first only to let out a groan. “I hate whose ever idea this is,” he whines.

“Aren’t you the history professor? Shouldn’t you know where common traditions and such come from?”

He scoffs, “No, I mean I hate whichever of our friends is making us do this.”

The two of them haven’t seen each other since yesterday morning, him having been spirited off by his groomsmen while she was left to spend last night alone in their bed. And now they’re meant to go one more night without seeing each other.

To Bellamy’s point, Clarke isn’t altogether sure why this is a tradition anymore, nor why they are choosing to follow this particular one. She and Bellamy aren’t even that superstitious! And yet somehow they were talked into spending the days leading up to their wedding apart.

“Ah,” she answers him now, “That would be Raven and Miller. Although, I’m pretty sure it had nothing to do with marriage traditions and has everything to do with getting back at us for making out in front of them so much.”

Bellamy scoffs again, “Well, jokes on them, because after tomorrow, I don’t ever have to stop kissing you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she says, “We’ll have to come up to eat at some point.”

The driver pulls up under the awning of the hotel and Clarke gets out and grabs her bag before he’s able to get out and grab it for her. She gives him a wave and a simple thank you before heading through the sliding doors.

“How’s your room?” she asks into the phone as she bypasses the check in desk, her mother having already checked her in and given her the key card to her room this morning when they were getting their nails done.

He heaves a deep sigh. “Lonely,” he answers as she steps into the elevator. From what Clarke knows from his texts, Miller dropped him off here last night and left him to his own devices. Apparently, the best man gets to sleep next to his husband but Bellamy wasn’t allowed to sleep next to his soon-to-be wife.

She makes a split second decision and presses a different button, jolting the elevator to stop sooner than intended. When she steps off she casually offers, “I could help with that.”

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles. “You going to describe for me what you’re wearing?”

“Hmm,” she hums as if she’s considering it. “I could do that… but I was more thinking that I could show you.”

Clarke stops in front of a door and gives it a nice rhythmic knock.

She doesn’t have to wait long before it’s opening and Bellamy is standing in front of her with his phone against his ear and a huge grin on his face.

She lowers her own phone from her ear, pressing the end button without looking.

“Hi, handsome,” she manages before he’s pulling her into his room.

#no one cares ashleigh #bellarke fanfiction #bellamy blake x clarke griffin #my fanfiction #i'm going to post this and run away because omg #i feel like this is long and i rambled #and i had some unresolved issues regarding clarke's relationships #anyway #enjoy!

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we can be heroes

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/UfM25QW

by blvkebellamy

"Her stomach jumped into her chest, hands gripped painfully tight to the armrests next to her. Just as her arms go up to create some sort of plant to cushion their fall, metal wings jut out of the sides, catching the air and soaring up. Everyone is thrown back into their seats, screams cutting off into pained groans.

Clarke’s heart thudded painfully, her brain trying to make sense of what just happened. She took a quick look out the window.

Clouds crowded her vision, blue sky peeking through.

They were flying.

“What the actual fuck?” She heard called out. She turned and saw a guy with an aquiline nose and messy hair breathing heavily.

In the distance, there was a floating island, as if a chunk of earth had just been ripped out and left to hang in the air. On top of that chunk, buildings, red brick and green grass filling out the space.

The bus driver just laughed, slipping sunglasses on in a manner that was much too casual for Clarke’s liking. “Welcome to Sky University!”"

A Sky High AU.

Words: 11630, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake, John Murphy (The 100), Finn Collins, Monty Green, Jasper Jordan, Echo (The 100), Ontari (The 100), Roan (The 100), Thelonious Jaha, Octavia Blake

Relationships: Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin, brief finn collins/clarke griffin (not endgame)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Sky High (2005) Fusion, but its a university, Alternate Universe - College/University, finn collins is a dickhead, echo is also a dickhead (sorry), bellamy and clarke are cute, bellamy is warren peace, clarke is layla williams, finn is will stronghold, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, clarke doesn't cheat!, Slow Burn, oopsies

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/UfM25QW

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the 100 #the 100 fic

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unexpectedreylo · 3 years

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Yes, It’s Been Half A Decade Since TFA Was Released

Five years already? Geez!

If you’ve been following my humble Tumblr blog since the beginning, you’ll know I was not truly a Reylo until I saw TLJ. Before then, I was dealing with a movie that left me with a lot of mixed feelings. Why? I missed George Lucas for one thing. He has an indelible style that few can match and few really cared about that universe and its characters as much as he did. I was very unhappy to hear a month before TFA’s release that Disney tossed out his story and came up with something he didn’t really like very much (as later confirmed in Bob Iger’s memoir). As a long-suffering prequels fan I didn’t like either the vaguely anti-prequel tone the pre-release hype took. Whatever you do in life, don’t disrespect the man who created the GFFA.

The post-release hype probably annoyed me even more. Remember the doofuses screeching on t.v. that it was the best SW movie since TESB? LOL. (No, that would be ROTS and the only thing that came close since was TLJ.) I hated that a movie I felt was flawed not only got passes from the media that really trashed Lucas and everybody who worked on the prequels, but also got lavish Best 10 lists and award nominations. I was one bitter chickie for a while and later got a good laugh out of the backlash.

I thought it would be funny to post what I thought at the time, with added commentary:

Oh yes, the movie. My mother called it…it’s good, we all enjoyed it and were entertained, but Lucas’s touch is definitely missing. The romantic epic sweep of Eps I-VI, the goofy and whimsical touches, the feeling of being immersed in another galaxy, and Lucas’s gift for aesthetics aren’t there. The visuals don’t have that beauty and some of it is kinda ugly. The creature designs just aren’t as good. It’s not the kind of movie you watch dozens of times to catch little things. Even John Williams doesn’t have a knockout track like “Duel of the Fates” or “The Imperial March.” But it’s hard to think of how this was ever going to live up to any of it any more than I’d expect Suzanne Collins to write a Narnia book as good as C.S. Lewis. We lost those things when we lost Lucas.

I like the visuals a lot more now but TLJ’s cinematography rules the ST. Still feel the same about creature design; I see better aliens and creatures on The Mandalorian. One weird thing about the ST is how the filmmakers seemed to have avoided putting in anything at all that we’ve seen before. No Jawas, no Togrutas, no Twi’leks, no Zabraks, no Quarren, etc.. Just Chewbacca and Admiral Ackbar.

The music didn't leave much an impression on me at the time but now I love “Rey’s Theme,” “Kylo Ren’s Theme,” and “March of the Resistance.”

As long as we’re on that note, I’ll get to the film’s flaws first. The movie has a lot of snappy, arch, and funny dialogue but you can tell the script was cranked out in a hurry. It lacks the careful structure of its predecessors and cribs a little too much from ANH. Poe disappears and you are led to believe he’s dead then he suddenly shows up healthy and hale with no explanation. Abrams’s first Star Trek film was riddled with unbelievable coincidences and unfortunately this movie has some of those too, such as when Han and Chewie just happen upon the Falcon in space. The film does very little to set up what’s going on and why, such as why the hell is the Republic fighting the same a-holes after all of these years. Abrams prefers instead to keep the action going instead of doing much exposition, which is pretty much what he did with the Trek films. Those little moments in Lucas’s Star Wars films don’t happen much here. Things must always be occurring, which dumps all of the responsibility for character development and world building on Rian Johnson and Colin Trevorrow. I have no idea why they decided to be all teasy-weasy with who Rey’s parents are instead of just telling us. (I suspect Luke is her father.)

LOL! I guess the adoption by proxy thing at the very end of TROS proved me right or...did it? Yes, my first assumption after seeing TFA was that Rey and Kylo Ren were cousins.

As for the rest of it, I still feel the same. Rushed script, borrows too much from ANH, precious few explanations/set-up, not as good structure but still full of humor.

BB-8 is a charmer, Finn and Rey (who are so going to hook up) HA! But remember I thought Rey and Kylo were cousins! have some charm and potential growth as characters, and it was great seeing our old crew again even if not under ideal circumstances. (Personally I would’ve preferred NOT to have broken up Han and Leia.) Hux had some mustache-twirling moments and Abrams was at least smart enough not to kill off him, Ren, or Snoke just yet. Finn and Poe have a good rapport (maybe they’re going to hook up).

Stormpilot definitely pinged the slash-dar. It was completely unsurprising to find fans shipping them.

Abrams seemed to have avoided the mistake James Cameron made in “Avatar” when he killed off his most threatening villain while planning sequels. As you might have guessed, I was really shocked at Snoke’s death in TLJ. I wasn’t expecting that until IX. I was also really shocked at the casual, quick-get-rid-of-him ways both Hux and Ben were killed off in TROS.

The most compelling aspect of TFA for me was the Skywalker family drama, which made me wish it was more up front rather than a subplot. Ben Solo/Kylo Ren is a conflicted guy with a huge chip on his shoulder and it makes you wonder exactly what happened to him because I think he may have mental issues. Leia knows there’s still good in him but can a guy who commits patricide be saved? (RIP Han…I so knew this would happen because I figure it was the only way Ford would’ve done another film). Can his cousin/half-sister or whatever Rey save him? Would she want to? With Luke back in the picture and Artoo activated again, what will happen next? Even though they split up Han and Leia I liked the banter between them; it’s sad because they clearly still loved each other.

This is still true for me. A few days after posting this it struck me just how nihilistic TFA was because I found Han and Leia’s split unnecessary (had Han gone out for Chinese food or on a mission for the Resistance instead of just being a loser smuggler, it wouldn’t have changed anything that happened in the film) and what I thought was Kylo’s certain fate to be a narrative bummer. TLJ made me think they weren’t going on that direction only to be proven right in TROS (sadly).

I’ll dispense with the stupid Snoke is Plageuis theory and my dad wondering if Finn was Mace Windu’s lost son or something, though I’ll give him half a point for Finn turning out to be Force-sensitive after all.

I don’t know why people have said this takes them back to the ’70s because the film really is a 2015 movie made for an audience reared largely on the MCU, YA flicks, and other staples of contemporary geek culture. It is what it is and we aren’t going to get back the films of George Lucas and his influence. TFA might not be an awesome Star Wars movie but it is at least a good sci-fi action flick.

I still stand by most of this. Time and TLJ made TFA a better movie in my eyes.

#tfa #star wars #sequel trilogy #reylo #kylo ren #ben solo #rey #jj abrams

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thetravelerbewithyou · 4 years

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I Knew Love’s Perfect Ache

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Chapter 9: I’ll follow you then.

Clarke had known there was a possibility for Bellamy and her to fix things between them, but she had not allowed herself to be hopeful about it until the night she confessed to Bellamy why Finn was here.

He had been so understanding, so much his caring self, always the protector, it had made something inside her burn and flutter. As hopeful as she was, she was scared. Terrified actually, for Finn to ruin things, for her to be too closed off, because she was still quite weary of the Club and their way of earning money. Though every time she now saw Bellamy waiting for her at home after a long shift, or in Madi’s room, all her fears disappeared. She yearned to touch him, when she was close to him, to snuggle herself into his strong arms, when he was sitting on her couch, telling her about his day.

He had been over to her house almost every single night. Keeping her company. It was almost like in the old times, when they just were friends. However, there was a twinkle in his eyes now, every time he looked at her, as if Bellamy could sense where this could be going.

His gaze was so intense sometimes, she squirmed in her seat, turning away from him.

The memory alone made her blush and grin like a little school girl, while she walked through the halls of the hospital.

“What’s so funny, there, Darlin’.” Bellamy’s voice ripped her out of her daydream and she almost stumbled out of surprise.

“Bellamy, I didn’t realize you were coming in today.” He had told her as much a few days ago, if she remembered correctly.

“I wasn’t, but things changed and I wanted to see my favourite girls.” He smirked and Clarke’s blush returned as Bellamy went in to hug her tight to his chest. Her eyes fluttered close, as she breathed in his scent. Their embrace being too long to be interpreted as platonic. Out of the corner of her eyes, Clarke saw two nurses, watching them, giggling, so she pulled away from Bellamy, although reluctantly.

“So you are here to see Madi,” she inquired, standing close enough still, to see her favourite constellation of freckles.

“I already have.” Her eyes followed his right hand, as he raked it through his wild curls. “I’m here to take you home, if you want. We could watch a movie or something.” It was really cute how flustered he was all of the sudden.

“That sounds lovely, Bell. I can’t ride with you, though, because of my car.” He nodded, understanding.

“I’ll follow you then.”

Together they walked to the parking lot, their shoulders occasionally touching each other. When Clarke got to her car, she stole a last glance at Bellamy, as he mounted his bike, which was parked on the opposite side of the lot.

She noticed how controlled his movements were, as he threw his leg over the seat, how his jeans stretched over his muscled thighs. Clarke felt the need to swallow, her mouth suddenly dry. With a light shake of her head, she tried to pull herself back into reality and got into her car.

The way they had walked out together of the hospital and how she had stared at him from her car, were unacceptable. How could she do this to him? TO HIM. Finn’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel of his car tighter. His breathing came faster, as white anger took over him. Blake was probably following her home, as he had the last whole week.

All of this was getting out of hand. Blake’s constant being there kept Finn from knocking at her door and confronting her. It probably wasn’t his smartest move, but he needed to talk to her again to see how far she had fallen for that filthy criminal, so unworthy of her.

The files he had ordered weren’t helping him as much as he wanted. There were no new leads, nothing he could pin on Blake - for the moment. He would find something, anything, to get the man out of the picture. He and Clarke would be happy again, Finn was certain of it.

Slowly and with a respectable distance he followed her car and the bike, accompanying her.

Marlise Griffin’s old house had not changed, despite Clarke living there for several weeks now. It kind of smelled like the old men still. Here and there she had given it her own touch with pictures of herself and her mother. Abby Griffin had been a bitter woman, after her husband had died and her daughter left town.

Bellamy never liked her, if he was being honest, but he respected her. The photo he was looking at, pictured a younger and softer version of the hard woman she had been, with Clarke on her hips, both of them smiling at each other.

“I miss her sometimes.” Clarke voiced right behind him, so he slowly turned around. She was wearing a soft t-shirt and black leggins now, gone were her scrubs and the all professional exterior.

“I miss my father sometimes, too.” He confessed. Bellamy never really talked about his father. Did not see a point in doing so. Especially because he had Charles, who had stepped in. He trusted his step-father, respected him, so it felt like a betrayal talking too much about his own old man.

Clarke acknowledged his admission with a quick nod.

“Do you want to order something to eat? I’m feeling like seafood pizza.”

An hour later, Bellamy was seated very comfortably on Clarke’s couch, the blonde right beside him, not quite touching, when he heard the delivery guy approach the door. Before Clarke could even move, he got up, signaling her that he got it.

One of Raven’s little birds was delivering Pizza today. It was a good way to keep track of the people living in Arkadia, when you had the food delivery drivers in your pocket, without the people actually knowing. So Bellamy smirked at Fox, who turned a little red.

“Thank you for the tip, Bellamy,” she said after handing him the carton. “I might have information for you.” Bellamy’s eyebrows shot up.

“What kind of information?”

“Well, Raven said to keep a lookout on a silver Prius, and there is one parked a couple of houses up the street. It seemed worth mentioning.” With a nod he thanked the girl and went back inside the house, locking up the door behind him. Either Collins was not done stalking Clarke or he was observing Bellamy. In the end it did not matter. If Bellamy were to test out which of the two options it was, he would have to leave Clarke alone and that he would not risk.

Back in the living room, Bellamy sat down the pizza on the coffee table, and peaked out of the window. Fox had been right. The car was parked not far from the house. Worry and the need to protect Clarke filled him.

“Everything okay, there Bell?” Clarke asked, as she came back from the kitchen with two plates in her hand.

“Collins is watching the house.” He watched her carefully and if he didn't know her as well as he did, he would not have noticed the change in her body. How she suddenly seemed smaller, more unsure and afraid.

“I’m afraid of him, Bellamy. And not just a little and I really don’t want to feel this way but I can’t help it.” Clarke’s voice was quiet and shaking.

Within seconds Bellamy was in front of her, taking the plates out of her hand, and grabbing her shoulders in his hands, gently forcing her to look up at him.

“Nothing is happening to you, Princess. Do you understand? I will not let anything happen to you. He will not touch you, or threaten you. I will take care of him, if he dares to come too close to you.”

The insistence in his voice must have calmed her down, enough, as she nodded.

“I trust you. But please don’t do anything he can use against you, because he will,” she said with a slight panic in her voice. “He is capable of so much, Bell. Please do not underestimate him.”

Bellamy nodded.

“Alright. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. But I think it would be safer if I stayed on your couch tonight, that alright with you Darlin’?”

With a deep, calming sigh, Clarke agreed.

The next day, Bellamy drove to the clubhouse after having breakfast with Clarke. Seeing her in the morning, all adorable with her bed hair and bad mood, just made him wish to wake up next to her instead of her couch. He missed sleeping beside her, missed the intimacy of it.

He had not even parked his car yet, when Raven came out of the house, walking right towards him.

“Bellamy. Didn’t see you at breakfast. You finally convinced the Doc to let you warm her bed again?” She sneered.

“Petty and jealousy does not suit you, Rave,” he replied. “But if you have to know, I was at Clarke's. That asshole Collins was parked at her house last night.”

“You sure she isn’t in cahoots with him?” Bellamy made a beeline towards the house, Raven not leaving his side.

“Fuck yes Raven, I’m sure. And my word should be enough, don’t you think?”

“Maybe, but Octavia had a point last night.” Bellamy stopped in his tracks.

“What did she say now?”

“First, your mom told us about her run in with Clarkey and the ATF idiot in the supermarket and Octavia did some digging last night. Did you know the princess was in a lovey dovey relationship with him? She probably transferred here, to make you fall in love with her again, to gain your trust and then sell you and all of us out.” Raven started gesturing widely, her voice raising. “You should not trust her, Bellamy. I certainly don’t, Octavia doesn’t either. And you mother…”

“My mother,” Bellamy interrupted his friend’s tyrade. “does not know everything. Neither does Octavia, nor do you.” Raven just stared at Bellamy with hard eyes.

“Tell me then, what I don’t know.”

“Collins is here for Clarke. Not us - we are just collateral damage, a way for him to get her back.” He would have to tell Clarke that he had to tell Raven and in extension the club.

“Why would he want Clarke? No offense Bellamy, but she’s just a Doctor.”

“Don’t talk about her like this. O had it right, they were together when she was in Boston. However the relationship turned sour, he even locked her inside her apartment. I don’t know what else he did to her. He has been stalking her since - that’s why she left Boston and came back here. Because she is afraid of her life, Raven.”

The woman before him, turned white, knowing he was telling the truth.

“That does change the situation.”

“I don’t know how to handle this, Rave. I want her safe, but I cannot do anything, like I want to, because he would use it against me. Even Kane couldn’t help me, if he arrests me. That goes for all of us. My hands are fucking tide.”

In his desperation, Bellamy kicked one of the barrels next to him, startling some of the other members sitting on the picnic table 15 feet away.

“We’ll find a way to keep her safe. But you should tell you mother and Octavia. Hell you should inform Pike about this situation. We all need to know what we’re dealing with here.”

“I know. I’ll talk to them. Do you know where my mother is by any chance?”

“She said she was going to your house to oversee the renovations.” Bellamy nodded in thanks. He had completely forgotten that his mother had his house done up, so Madi had a home to come to, when she was released in a couple of days.

With a last thankful smile in Ravens direction, Bellamy headed to his room to change his clothes. He would talk to his family. And Raven was right, they would find a way to keep his princess safe. There was no chance in hell, he would let that rat hurt her.

He had stayed the night at her place. Slept in the same house, used the same shower, ate at her table. Blake had not understood the rules. So if he wanted to play dirty, Finn would too.

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bellamybellamyblake · 4 years

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STAINED RED

(bellamy blake x reader)

Warnings: angsty as hell, canon death, lowkey panic attack, emotional breakdown, sadness, lots of mentions of blood, idek what to call the ending

Pairing: Bellamy x Collins!Reader

Word Count: 2k ~roughly~

A/N: I asked myself if I should make the first Bellamy one-shot that I post angsty. Then I remembered that I don’t know how to write happy stuff so in honor of Season 7 starting in one hour - even though I can’t watch it - here’s some sad shit.

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Finn giving himself up to the grounders was the dumbest and smartest thing you had ever witnessed. Stupid; now you and Clarke have to deal with the aftermath and the fact that the commander's soldiers were stringing your brother up like an animal. And wise because he knew there was nothing anybody could do otherwise to sanctify an alliance with Lexa. As you and the aforementioned blonde watched Finn get chained to a pole, you connected eyes, and agreed wordlessly that you would do anything you could to make his death painless and short.

The two of you broke away from your lineup of people and headed to go into Lexa's barricade, Bellamy followed when he noticed and the man asked what the hell you were doing. Clarke quickly explained - and lied - that they were going to just talk to the commander as a last resort when Raven stopped you and grabbed your hand, catching all the other two's attention.

Eyes dancing in the moonlight, you eyed Raven as she pulled out a small and makeshift metal dagger and placed it softy in your hand, sliding it up your sleeve. "If she won't let him go," The tan skinned girl started ominously and determined. "Kill her."

You knew that if either of you even attempted to hurt Lexa, you and Clarke would probably be dead in, at the most, minutes. Unless they decided to make it slow - which was probably what they would do.

It's not that you didn't care whether or not if Finn dies, you did. He was your twin brother, you cared with everything you had. When he told you that he decided to turn himself in you slapped him upside the head and told him he was crazy. When you watched him get dragged away from you, you wanted to sob, especially seeing Raven and Clarke's reactions. And now, seeing him like that - terrified, wanting to live, regretting his choice, - you almost talked yourself out of it going along with your plan.

But you and him both understood that if your people don't align with the grounders, that they would all be dead by morning.

You and Clarke over me.

Instead of telling Raven, 'no,' like you should've, you shook your head up and down in agreement, giving the girl a sense of false hope that she didn't deserve the burden of having it dragged through the mud.

Before anything else could happen, Bellamy pulled you aside, delaying your brother's death by only moments. "What else is there to say, Y/N?"

"I don't know. Neither does Clarke but we'll figure it out."

There was no way you were going to tell him what you and the blonde were up to, you knew he would tell you not to let his death be on your conscience. You could practically hear the words coming out of his mouth and maybe you or Clarke will be the one to end it, but it was his choices that got him strung up in the first place. Since their first battle with the grounders at the dropship just a few weeks ago, your brother had never been the same. Then he found out the girl he was in love with went missing and you didn't even recognize him anymore.

He was beginning to scare you.

Or that was all a bunch of bullshit that you were telling to make yourself feel better and add some extra insentive to actually go through with it, you didn’t actually know for sure.

At your words, Bellamy hugged you quickly with some assurance that he'll still be there no matter what happened. It's like he was reading your mind, which sometimes you believed he could actually do. Nodding, you pulled back, sticking to silence as the best answer and he opened the gate or you and Clarke to pass.

Both of you made your way through the path of incredibly intimidating grounder soldiers and went to the entrance of the commander's tent. There stood Indra, a woman that you actually kind of admired - her loyalty to Lexa was something you had never witnessed in anyone that wasn't related.

"Let us through," Clarke spoke, you standing in front of her and stepping into the warrior's spear, daring her to move it.

“Let them pass.”

At the commander's order, Indra reluctantly - but instantly - removed the spear from your abdomen and you let out a breath of relief. As you and Clarke approached Lexa, they made quick eye contact, knowing what they needed to do, deciding that the blonde would do most of the talking.

“You plead for nothing,” Lexa said, her bravado never failing her. “You cannot stop this.”

"No, only you can. Show our people how powerful you are, show them you can be merciful. Show them you're not a savage," Clarke tried, a last ditch effort to save her lover's life - something you and her didn't exactly agree on but not something to hold against her.

“We are what we are.”

Clarke started begging the woman, trying to get her to see reason or even switch her out for Finn, trade her life for his. And as Lexa predictably denied, and practically put his upcoming death on her head, you jumped in not allowing this conversation to get any worse.

If that’s even possible.

With a stone cold face and no emotion in your voice, you spoke. "Can we at least say goodbye?" The commander just nodded at you as an answer.

You let Clarke go first, something in her eyes was pleading you to not make her be the one to do it and you shook your head with a yes, waiting to the side patiently as she held and cried for your brother. You gave them the privacy of not listening in, though it was painfully hard not to. Only when you saw her kiss him and stumble away, her knees giving out as sobs took over her body, did you advance towards your flesh and blood.

Stepping up to Finn, a grave expression written on your features, you immediately pulled him in for a hug, finally realizing the gravity of this situation. You two didn't even need to exchange words to know how the other felt or what they wanted to say.

All your older twin brother could even mutter was, "I'll be okay, Don't worry." He could almost tell what she was going to do but it was confirmed when he glanced to her hand and saw a shiny metal knife, just barely making contact with his shirt. You let out a shaky breath and hesitated.

Choking out an, "I love you," you let only a few tears fall from your eyes to your cheek, and squeezed your brother in an even tighter embrace. "I'm sorry." That's all you could say, that'll you knew to say that could even remotely make him feel any safer.

You felt him nod, and you guessed that was his acceptance and signal, telling you he was ready for you to follow through with your plan. You felt the knife break through his skin as you pushed it deeper into his heart, killing him instantly. You almost expected him to say something while you still held his, now limp, body in your hands, already regretting accepting the responsibility for this.

But instead of letting any more salt flow from your tear ducts, you took a deep breath, gathered your bearings and stepped away from Finn, haunted.

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You couldn't stop staring at the blood. His blood stained on your shirt and hands. You sat away from the commander and Clarke who negotiated an alliance, not having spoken since you plunged a dagger in your own twin's heart. You didn't hear anyone come in, you didn't hear Abby and Kane arguing, nor did you hear Clarke agreeing to all the terms Lexa set. You didn't even hear them leave.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Your brother was dead and you’re the only one to blame.

When it finally occurred to you that you can wash the physical blood off but it'll always be her fault, your hands started shaking, your chest tightened and the ringing in your ears became deafening. Maybe if you had just killed Lexa like Raven suggested, they would've gotten him out. You should've done something, anything else, it didn't matter what.

Then you remembered when Kane tried to say something of comfort to you. Clearly, you didn't respond, but you did recall him putting a small wet rag next to you so you could wipe the blood away. Sure enough, when you looked to your left, finally breaking out of your trance - only to start panicking even more - you grabbed the piece of cloth and started viciously scrubbing your hands.

You didn't care that your skin was turning red and getting chapped underneath the crimson liquid, probably to crack and create more of your own. You didn't care that the tent had become empty aside from you. All you could focus on was the blood and the fact that the air seemed to be pulled out of it like an airlock on the Ark and sobs overtook your body as you tried to scratch the red off.

It was then that you felt someone take hold of your hands, making you quickly glance up to see Bellamy's mouth moving but you couldn't hear any words come out. The room was becoming smaller and smaller and you tried to rip your hands away to keep scratching the disappearing liquid off. Everything will be fine once it’s gone. It wasn't until right now that you realized you were speaking, words tumbling from your lips without your control, over and over again.

“I have to get it off. I have to get it off."

Suddenly, sound started filtering into your ears as Bellamy forced you to connect eyes by putting his hands on your cheeks and pulling your face up. "It's gone! You got it off, alright?" You only responded with the shake of your head, a frantic expression glued on and you still couldn't inhale or exhale correctly, breaking the eye contact. "Look at me, Y/N/N, breathe. It's okay."

Tears were uncontrollably falling down your face and you couldn't catch your breath. "I-I can't-I-I killed him -I-"

"Don't talk, just breathe. It'll be okay."

If you weren’t completely trapped in your own head, you would've been able to focus on the caring tone the man you loved used. You might've even conceded right then and there, but you were so wrapped up in remembering the knife piercing through your brother's heart at your own hand.

“I-I'm a monster," You stuttered out, bringing your hands to your head, trying to push your own head in. "God, it hurts-"

“They would've tortured him, you know that." You heard Bellamy say, his own voice a little louder than before but it was breaking too, though you still couldn't bring yourself to believe him. You could tell he meant the words he was saying but they just sounded like lies to you. The man could tell that that no more words were going help you calm down and as he stared into your absolutely devastated eyes that weren't returning his gaze and his heart broke at the sight. He just decided to pull you in for a tight embrace, your face was immediately buried into his chest, your tears soaked his shirt and he wrapped his arms around you. "You saved him from so much pain. You're not a monster, I promise."

Why does he keep lying to me?

His warmth was both appreciated and unwanted, you didn't deserve this. You're a cold blooded killer, you don't deserve comfort. You didn't have the physical nor mental strength to push him off and selfishly let yourself be held and loved even though you deprived Finn of ever feeling that again. The thoughts running through your head make your cries pick up once more, and you just needed the debilitating pain to be gone.

Your voice was begging, pleading, broken. “I can’t take it! M-Make it stop, Bell, please.”

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bellarke-is-my-death-wave · 7 years

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I analyze Finn.

STAY WITH ME!

I’m rewatching The 100 with my friends (who are watching it for the first time) and we just got to Finn’s breakdown. You know the one. With four seasons under my belt, it’s been interesting to watch my friends go through all the same reactions I did, but it’s also given me new perspective on Finn.

I know at this point we’ve all moved past Finn and on to bigger and better things, but Finn is an interesting study. There are very specific reasons Finn did what he did and (ultimately) died, and they trace back to before they landed on the ground.

Let’s take a moment to look at our other leads and their backgrounds:

Raven: Mother abandoned her, left her to fend for herself. She’s a survivor, using the resources around her.

Bellamy: Learned at a young age to protect others, far above protecting himself. Willing to make personal sacrifices to keep those he loves safe.

Octavia: Unused to being around people when the show starts, but has always known one misstep can mean life or death.

Clarke: Led a pampered life, but was raised by Abby Griffin, a woman who made life and death decisions every day on the Ark, where she had to factor in resources when deciding to save someone’s life. We know Clarke has helped Abby enough to have at least some higher-level medical knowledge.

Now contrast all that with what we know about Finn: he wasn’t pampered, but he had enough food to share with Raven. His main life worry when he was put in jail was helping his girlfriend pass a test. I’ll give him some credit, of course: he went to jail for Raven, but he did that with the knowledge that he’d probably be okay in the end.

Finn is not well-prepared for the ground. We see this all throughout the first season. I know we all thought Bellamy was a dick the first season, but the reason he gets so much credit for keeping everyone alive is that Bellamy instituted order. For better or worse (and yes, it was sometimes worse), all his decisions kept the delinquents in line and together, which is eventually why they all survived.

Finn doesn’t understand this. Even that awesome moment where Finn takes the food without taking off his wristband threatens the order Bellamy created. We celebrate that moment because Bellamy was being an ass and his motives were anything but pure, but look at it again: the delinquents were starving, and Bellamy had instituted rationing and a type of “initiation” system that bonded the group together. Finn (and even Clarke) at this point, doesn’t recognize the value in that.

And here is where Clarke and Finn begin to diverge: Clarke starts to see the value of what Bellamy is doing. It’s not long after this that we get Wells’s death and Clarke really does whatever the hell she wants, i.e. accuses Murphy. That choice has consequences. The camp devolves into chaos.

This is where Finn’s downward spiral and Clarke’s upward climb to leadership start. All the decisions Finn makes in the second half of season one aren’t wrong, necessarily, but he never considers all the variables. We may have thought Clarke was stupid to trust Bellamy and let him take guns to the meeting with the Grounders, but the Grounders had done the same thing. Clarke’s starting to figure out the rules of this world; Finn still thinks if they play nice, the enemy will do the same.

Then he helps set that bomb, and it kills a little girl that Clarke can’t save. He can’t stop the war. He helps them kill three hundred Grounders.

Season two Finn is the natural progression of a naïve, idealistic young man who hasn’t had enough time to learn the difference between decisions made for survival and decisions made of emotion. To him, they look the same, but Bellamy and Clarke and Co. know the rules. They know what is at stake and measure their need to save everyone against the chances that trying to do so will blow up in their faces. Clarke brings guns to the meet with the Grounders to protect her friends, but she also closes the dropship door with Finn and Bellamy on the other side. Bellamy tortures Lincoln for information to protect his friends and sister, but he also lets Octavia escape with him, knowing he might never see her again.

In season two, Finn becomes so focused on “we have to save our friends” because that’s what everyone’s been doing, hasn’t it? When Finn massacres that village and Clarke shows up, his immediate thought is that he succeeded. I found you. There’s a sort of morbid hilarity for the viewer when he says that, but he actually thinks he’s right. He’s done what he set out to do, and that’s all that matters, right?

Wrong, of course, and we see him realize that in the following episodes. He’s made things 1000x worse. In the end, he doesn’t give himself up just because he wants to save his friends, and he doesn’t thank Clarke for killing him just because he’s afraid of torture. There’s a huge release when Clarke stabs him, a huge grateful sigh. Finn wasn’t made to survive the ground.

And he didn’t.

#the 100 #finn collins #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #raven reyes #octavia blake #rip flarke

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