#abby wood bliss

[elsfairy]

✧ ˚. SOFT RIDGES ⎯ ABBY ANDERSON

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby who is so messy when she eats you out. your slick and her spit running down her chin, calloused hands gripping tightly onto your hips, not giving you any chance to move away. mouth practically glued to you, shamelessly making out with your cunt. moaning and whimpering when you tug on her braid. “Baby, slow down. I’m not going anywhere.”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby whose brain short circuits and shuts down at the mention of her being your good girl. always wants to be your good girl. whether it be when she’s taking your strap, or when you’re eating her out. if you say it when she’s so blissed out, panting under you, then she’s an even bigger mess. sobbing into the pillow, & babbling in agreement. “I know, baby. you’re doing so good, my good girl”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby who has a habit of sitting in your lap, face shoved in your neck and her voice quiet. barely a whisper, pleading and begging for you to touch her, kiss her. when she begs, she becomes red & flustered, whinier than usual but she sounds so pretty & needy. especially with how dirty words fall from her lips, and they sound so innocent. if she’s too shy, she’ll just sit on your lap, watching you. “gotta tell me what you want, or i can’t give it to you pretty girl. use your words”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby who loves nothing more than waking up to your fingers buried in her cunt, lips leaving sweet kisses over her shoulder, and just hearing those pretty little sounds that escape from between her own lips. hearing the way she pants quietly, whining into your neck, whimpering against your mouth. if there was something else she loved a lot more though, it would be having your fingers in her mouth at the same time, fucking her throat. the sound of her moans, and whines filling the room. “you’re so greedy aren’t you, pretty? having my fingers in your cunt isn’t enough is it? need them in your bratty mouth too? dirty girl.”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby who gets so needy when you don’t give her any attention, that she takes matters into her own hands, forcing you to sit there, and watch her. forces you to watch her fuck herself on her fingers, forces you to watch the way they move in her sopping cunt. she's so wet, can always hear just how wet she becomes when you're watching. and you can't do anything, just have to sit there, listening to every whine, whimper, moan, and plea that fall from her lips. have to watch the way her thighs tremble, the way the sheer sheet of sweat covers her body. “If only you could see how beautiful you look right now, fucking yourself all because i didn’t give you attention. needed me that bad huh?”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby who loves the way you take care of her. always making sure she’s eating regularly, and drinking enough water. adores watching you prepare your shared dinner. of course, though, those innocent thoughts are out the window and the neediness is around the corner the longer she watches you, silently. tugging on the sleeve of your shirt, hugging you from behind, whining quietly into your shoulder. she craved your attention more than anyone else. she needed yours the most. she needed you. she needed your attention so much that she didn’t mind when she ended up bent over the table, and your fingers knuckle deep in her cunt, moving at such a fast but gentle pace. gasping and whimpering into her arms that were folded in front of her on the dark oak wood “you’re doing so well, you look so pretty like this. so messy but so beautiful Abs”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby who loves you. loves how you help her wash her hair when she’s too tired to do it herself. loves when you cook her food after a long day and she can’t be bothered to stand there and cook. adores when you braid her hair for her, gently and with so much love & attention. she loves when you let her curl up in your lap, slowly & soothingly rubbing her back when she’s tired. loves when you hold her hand during the night. whispering quietly into her ear when she’s half awake. melts when you play with her hair, twirling strands around your fingers. just loves when you take care of her, and keep her safe. “I love you, pretty girl.”

#my mothers day gift to yall <3 #not sorry for using that gif either <3 #abby anderson smut #abby tlou #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby anderson x you

[ellabsprincess]

thinking about ellie and abby who’re roommates

and let’s say you’re dating abby and then in her room, you’re riding her face being as loud as you want cause you think ellie’s out doing something

but little does reader know that Ellie’s at the door, listening

but then the wood outside Abby’s door creaks, letting them both know that someone’s there…

ellie’s flustered and comes up with a bullshit excuse like “hey, do you want anything from the store whilst i’m there?” (this bitch might’ve not even been going to the store lol, just making up any excuse off the top of her head)

and then Abby knows that Ellie’s had a thing for you for a while and obviously knows that Ellie was listening so she makes reader continue riding her face, whilst asking reader

“hmm.. i don’t want anything at the minute, what about you baby? want els to get you something?”

ugh i’m sorry if this is shit, i’m just having roommate ellie and abby brain rot 😕

feel free to swap ellie’s and abby’s role btw!!

omfg this is not shit at all! this is literally so amazing like i actually blushed ready this baby- GOOD LORD

your requests are some of my favorites - shh don't tell anyone ;) and i look forward to seeing you in my inbox!!

i love you so fucking much and i hope you enjoy!!

"roomies" (ellabsxreader)

word count: 3.2k

warnings: 18+, lowercase intended, threesome, switch!reader, switch!abby, switch!ellie, face sitting, cunnilingus, strap-on sex, making out, pet names (princess, baby), porn with feelings, i think that's it?

summary: ellie comes home and finds herself outside the bedroom door as you ride abby's face. but does she leave you two alone? or invite herself in?

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"i'm tryna three way with her roomie, hey roomie"

filthy sounds filled the room as you chased your high atop abby's face. she had assured you that her roommate, ellie, wouldn't be home for another hour, so you had quickly scrambled to get a good fuck in while you still had the alone time.

"yeah baby, ellie's gonna be running errands or something like that, she won't be home for a while. c'mon let's get this cute fucking skirt off you"

and so you had quickly stripped and begun furiously making out, leading to your current position on abby's face. her rough hands were gripping your hips, forcing you to ride her tongue, causing her nose to nudge your clit with every encouraged move of your hips.

you leaned forward to grip the headboard in front of you, harshly holding on the wood and praying it would hold up despite the white-knuckle grip you had on it. abby's fingers were digging into your hips, surely leaving lasting bruises, creating the perfect balance of pain and pleasure as her tongue repeatedly filled you. her mouth felt so good, and you were moaning so loudly, and your sweet sounds combined with the music filling the room made you blatantly unaware of the sound of the front door opening.

"fuck abby, just like that, oh fuck me baby," abby just moaned beneath you, continuing her assault on your drooling pussy, just trying to draw an orgasm from you as quickly as possible.

in the opening of the apartment, ellie stood frozen.

was that you moaning?

no, i couldn't be

and then she heard you start to beg.

"fuck abby mm yeah suck my clit just like that,"

"oh fuck me you feel so fucking good"

ellie quickly scrambled to toss the groceries down on the kitchen counter before quietly creeping towards abby's bedroom. not even daring to breathe, she moved on light feet before reaching the door. she leaned in, getting as close as possible without actually touching the wood.

she could now hear it clearly, the sounds of your high pitched moans, the wet slurping of abby's mouth, and the smacks of abby's hand coming down on your ass. it was pure blissful filth, and ellie was shocked. it felt wrong, she valued the both of you as some of her closest friends. she couldn't think of you both that way, she had to get away. she would run to another store, making up some errand just to get away from the devilish temptation laying on the other side of the door.

but she moved too quickly. she cursed the ancient building that her and abby had decided to rent an apartment in as the swift movement of her foot caused a loud and noticeable creak to echo through the apartment.

immediately, she heard the sounds within abby's room die down. the music was quickly switched off, and she heard shushes and whispers between the two of you, as you were now aware of her presence.

"abby, you said she wouldn't be home for a while! what the fuck??" you were panicked, your eyes wide as you realized you had been caught.

"shh, princess, just relax, its fine,"

"but abs, she heard us-"

you were interrupted by the sound of ellie clearing her throat from the other side of the door, slightly muffled by the couple inches of wood and paint.

"uh, do you guys need anything? i'm going to the store..."

stupid fucking idiot!

ellie mentally slapped herself as she realized she had just lied about going the store, when you and abby already knew they she had just been shopping. ellie was wishing for the sweet release of death to take her out of this horrifying and embarrassing mess of a situation when she heard you answer her.

"uh, no-no thanks ellie, i don't think we need anything, oh fuck!"

ellie realized with an overwhelming sense of shame and pleasure that you were moaning through your words, not even trying to hide your pleasure as you responded to her bullshit question.

"jesus, baby, is that really the best you can do? you really want her to hear you, don't you slut? just wanna fuck my best friend," abby teased, of course now deciding to remove her mouth from your clit as you were finished talking.

you tried to hold back whimpers at her words, but you were so desperate for your release that you had been denied that you just couldn't be quiet. the prospect of ellie on the other side of your door only amplified your pleasure and excitement.

you and abby had discussed your shared attraction for the masculine brunette once in an initially awkward conversation that ended in understanding and relief. you loved abby, and she loved you, but there was just something missing. and that missing piece was dangerously close to walking in on your naked form chasing an orgasm on your girlfriend's face.

ellie's head was spinning with doubts and worries. she couldn't think straight, not when her boxers were starting to get uncomfortably wet from the sound of you holding back moans as you tried to talk to her casually. she wasn't sure what came over her, but without a second thought, she grasped the door handle and flung open the door.

she entered the room to find you as you whipped your head around, your back to her, gripping the headboard as your hips continued to move on abby's face as she groped at your pretty ass.

what was shocking to her what how unalarmed you looked. you expected her to scream at you, tell her to get out, but you just looked at her, with a bit of shock, but an underlying sense of amazement and love behind your eyes.

"fuck, i'm so sorry, i don't know what the fuck i'm doing-" ellie turned to leave, but before she could exit the room, your voice called her back.

"ellie," you said almost as a whisper, "do you want to join us?"

you tapped the top of abby's hand, as if to signal her to stop, and so she stopped her movements, and you gracefully dismounted from your position before getting off the bed and walking over to ellie.

your naked form was a stark contrast to ellie's clothed one, and ellie nearly stopped breathing as your grabbed her face, your soft, gentle hands pulling her in for a desperate kiss. she moaned into your mouth, the feeling of your plush tits pressing up against her as you licked into her mouth being nearly overwhelming.

"wha-" she started as you pulled away.

you brushed a stray piece of hair from her face while reassuring her. "abby and i have talked about it, and we both want you, if you'll have us? we feel like you complete us"

ellie could've cried from your sweet words and the look of awe and pure adoration in your eyes.

"els, are you okay with this?" abby pondered from the bed, sitting up to reveal her small tits on display, laying in nothing but her boxers.

"i really am, i've wanted both of you for a while now," ellie assured breathlessly.

"good, now get on that fucking bed," you commanded, a glint of playfulness evident in your eyes.

"yes ma'am," ellie teased, following your orders and climbing on the bed next to abby before leaning down and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. you grew impossibly wetter at the sight of them together. abby's strong bicep flexed as she gripped ellie's hair, forcing their mouths together as ellie's hands trailed up abby's body, stopping to pinch and tease her nipples. they continued to moan and move against one another as you smiled while approaching the bed.

they pulled away from their desperate embrace to turn their attention towards you.

"how do you want us, baby?" ellie smirked.

"i want you to sit on my face while abby fucks me," you said boldly.

"holy fuck," ellie said, in awe.

"yeah, princess has a pretty filthy mouth on her, doesn't she?" abby said playfully as you nodded in agreement.

abby headed towards the dresser in search of her strap and harness while ellie quickly scrambled to undress, throwing her clothes to the ground hastily. in record time, she was kneeling on the bed, awaiting you. not wanting to wait any longer to taste her, you laid down on your back, signaling for ellie to get on your face. she swung her leg over your head, so her thighs rested around your ears and her pussy was in perfect view for you to admire. she was already soaked, already feeling needy from the intensity of the situation and the aggression of abby's kiss.

"such a pretty fucking pussy."

ellie blushed impossibly red above you before you were grabbing her hips and pulling her down, your mouth meeting her pussy and your tongue licking a long stripe from her hole to her clit. she moaned obscenely, your lips closing around her puffy clit and sucking it lightly into your mouth, causing pleasure to spread through her body.

"damn, you needy sluts just couldn't even wait for me?" abby said, returning to the bed, having lost her boxers and now standing wearing her navy blue strap. she situated herself between your legs, her big hands spreading them wide as she leaned in to lube up her strap with your slick. you were still wet and highly aroused from her mouth, so you didn't need much more to prepare for her strap.

"ready, princess?"

"mhmmm," you said, muffled by ellie and the loud sounds of your mouth.

you felt abby tease your entrance, circling your needy hole before carefully pushing in, making sure not to hurt you, but knowing you loved the feeling of being filled by her. you moaned into ellie, the vibrations against her clit only stimulating her more.

abby finally bottomed out inside you as you felt pleasure rush through your body. you couldn't believe this was finally happening. you always loved intimacy with abby, but it felt like a dream that ellie was now joining you. you loved both of them equally, and you felt incredibly lucky and grateful that you could share this side of yourself with two people you cared so much about.

your train of grateful and loving thoughts was interrupted when abby pulled out and thrust back into you. her thick strap was already stretching you so well, and it didn't take much for her to reach that deep, pleasurable spot inside of you. abby started to pick up her pace, letting you adjust before smacking her hips into yours as she continued to repeatedly hit your g-spot.

your moans and whines echoed throughout the room as you played with ellie, bringing one of your hands away from her hips and to her dripping hole, focusing your lips and tongue on her sensitive clit before plunged a finger inside of her. she was tight, and she was clenching hard around your finger, desperate for her release. you could tell she was still holding on to some tension about the situation, so you stroked her hip and back with the hand still left on her body, motioning for her to relax into the bliss. she did, and started to grind her hips harder against your face.

abby was now fucking you hard and fast, as she was so aroused by the sight of ellie on your face, and just couldn't get enough of all the beautiful noises that her strap was bringing out of you. you were seeing stars because of her pace, and ever single thrust was bringing you closer to the edge of release.

as you felt yourself almost reaching your climax, you added a second finger into ellie, making her gasp and whine in pleasure and you sped up your fingers and sucked harder on her clit. it was almost painful, but she liked the bit of pain that was mixing so beautifully with her pleasure in the moment.

abby was incredibly in-tune with the meanings of your whines, so when she heard you reach that higher pitch, she knew you were going to cum fast. the way that ellie was forcing her hips down on your face as her knuckles turned white from her grip on the headboard and her head fell back lazily in bliss told abby that her best friend was also nearing her release.

"c'mon els, keep riding her face just like that, y-yeah use her face, that's it. oh and good girl, princess. doing such a good job taking my f-fucking cock"

abby swore she could feel you clenching down on her strap. she knew it wasn't her actual dick, but god did it feel like it sometimes. the feeling of you practically sucking her in, your pussy begging to be filled over and over.

abby groaned as her hips kept slapping into yours, fucking her strap incredibly deep into you as your fingers filled and curled inside ellie perfectly. the pleasure and the heat of the situation meant that you and ellie were both approaching your peaks, and quickly.

"fuck baby, 'm gonna cum," ellie moaned above you.

"that's it els, cum all over my face baby," you removed yourself from her clit for just a moment to respond, your lips quickly enclosing on it again before you felt her clench hard on your fingers, and she was cumming all over you.

she let out moans that were nearly pornographic, whining and begging through her release, and the sounds she made as well as the presence of her release all over your face was the perfect combination for you to reach your orgasm.

you came all over abby's strap, yet she chose not to relent and to keep fucking you through your orgasm to prolong your pleasure. it was filthy, wet, and messy, but you fucking loved it.

you felt abby pull out of you as ellie carefully removed herself from your face, plopping down next to you on the bed, her face covering her hands, a sign of her disbelief and amazement regarding the situation.

abby removed her strap and harness, tossing it aside as she crawled up to meet your lips. she kissed you hungrily, moaning into your mouth at the taste of ellie on your lips.

"holy fuck," ellie gasped, looking over at the sight of abby licking into your mouth, desperate for any remaining taste of her. when abby pulled away, you looked over at ellie.

"how are you feeling els?" you asked, smiling and giggling.

"so fucking good oh my god," ellie groaned. "definitely not done with you two yet, though," she chimed, that familiar glint in her eyes having returned.

"oh really?" you asked.

"no, i still wanna see how my sexy fucking roommate tastes," ellie said, sitting up to take abby's face in her hands as their lips crashed.

"how do you want me, els?" abby asked, pulling away with a smack.

"just lay back and spread those pretty thighs."

"as you wish, baby."

abby complied, moving to lay back, her dirty blonde hair spreading on the pillows. you helped her boxers down, tossing them to the side as ellie crawled between abby's legs, helping spread them with her lanky fingers, revealing the sight of abby's wet pussy. she was soaked from watching you and ellie, and from the stimulation of the strap on her clit, but she still needed more to reach her beautiful orgasm.

you peppered kisses on abby's face, making sure to kiss all over her freckles, making her blush even as her legs were literally spread before ellie's face. your kisses moved down to her neck as your hands started pawing at her exposed tits just as ellie's mouth made contact with her dripping pussy.

abby cursed and moaned loudly as ellie lapped up the wetness between her legs. ellie was desperate and aggressive, but abby didn't care. it felt too good to finally have the mouth that she had been dreaming about for months between her legs. abby's thighs could have easily overpowered ellie's arms, but she let ellie keep her legs pinned on the bed, although she desperately wanted to close her legs around ellie's face and just use her to get to her perfect release.

abby pushed those thoughts aside, as she wanted the three of you to have a gentle and sensual first time all together. she could be rough with ellie another time, she just wanted to bask in the pleasure and laziness of the moment.

you continued to leave sweet kisses and hickeys down abby's neck and chest, thumbing her nipples and squeezing her tits, adding to her stimulation and making her almost overwhelmed from her bliss. her beautiful, naked girlfriend tending to her neck and tits while her roommate and best friend fucked her tongue inside her. it was a true dream come true, and she almost couldn't believe she was actually experiencing it.

ellie brought one of her fingers up to rub messy circles over abby's clit, her tongue making filthy wet sounds as it fucked in and out of abby's hole at a rapid speed. abby began to become needy, her typical deep grunts of pleasure turning into whines and begs as ellie was relentless with her mouth.

"please, please, els, don't fucking stop," she almost had tears in her eyes from how good she felt in the moment.

"shh baby, it's okay," you cooed. "just let us take care of you, you gonna cum for us baby?"

"y- holy fuck," she said as you slid her right nipple into your mouth and sucked lightly.

"yes, please, f-fuck lemme cum god please."

"never took you for a beggar, pretty baby. i like it though," ellie teased, removing her mouth from abby for a moment but never letting her fingers relent on her clit.

abby's thighs began to shake, and her hips bucked up, forcing ellie's tongue deeper as she neared her orgasm.

you let go of her nipple with a pop, saying, "that's it abs, cum for us, cum all over ellie's face. make a mess of it."

your words were enough for abby as she reached her orgasm, gushing beautifully and letting out high-pitches whines and incoherent begs. ellie stopped her motions, rubbing up and down abby's thighs to coax her through her pleasure. you kissed abby's forehead lightly to help ground her as well, and soon she grew quieter, just basking in the post-orgasmic peace.

you laid down next to her, tucking yourself into the crook of her arm and ellie left a few gentle kisses on abby's inner thighs before she climbed up as well, fitting on abby's other side.

you all sat in silence, but it felt far from awkward. it felt peaceful, it felt..... right

you would talk about it later, but now the three of you would just lay and enjoy the heavenly happiness of laying naked and vulnerable with one another, completely at peace and free of any worries or judgements.

my loves i am so sorry this took so long!! it was not my intention to take this long but i've been pretty busy and i also couldn't find the motivation to write :(

but it's here now so i hope you all enjoyed!!

<3 <3 <3

#ellie willams x reader #ellie williams smut #abby anderson x fem reader #abby anderson x reader #ellie williams x fem reader #abby anderson smut #ellabs smut #ellabs x reader

[bbooks-and-teas]

2022 in books - 33 books read.

January

Rhyannon Byrd, L'empreinte du loup ⭐⭐

Rhyannon Byrd, L'appel de la nuit ⭐⭐⭐

February

March

Melanie Milburne, Fiançailles au Chatsfield ⭐

Lucy Monroe, Scandaleuse nuit d'amour ⭐

Michelle Conder, Un jeu si dangereux ⭐⭐⭐

Michelle Conder, Vengeance dans la chambre 426

Chantelle Shaw, Le secret du milliardaire ⭐⭐⭐

Trish Morey, La tentation d'une héritière ⭐⭐

April

Abby Green, Rivaux et amants ⭐⭐⭐

Sophie Pembroke, Séduction dans la chambre 153

Annie West, Un si troublant époux ⭐⭐⭐

Lynn Raye Harris, Entre amour et soupçon ⭐⭐

Dani Collins, Le secret de la chambre 823

May

Abby Green, Sombres Désirs ⭐⭐

June

Joss Wood, Un coeur à conquérir ⭐⭐

Carol Marinelli, Fascinée par un milliardaire ⭐⭐

July

Jennie Lucas, Le bébé d'une innocente ⭐⭐

Carol Marinelli, Le prix de l'interdit ⭐⭐⭐

Carol Marinelli, Une seule nuit avec toi ⭐⭐⭐

Carol Marinelli, La brûlure d'un souvenir ⭐⭐⭐

Elizabeth Aston, L'autre Mrs Darcy ⭐⭐⭐

August

Sharon Kendrick, Le défi du prince ⭐

September

Marilyn Pappano, Accusée par erreur ⭐⭐⭐

Janice Maynard, La belle de Wolff Mountain ⭐⭐⭐

Maureen Child, L'honneur des Lassiter ⭐

October

Sylvia Da Luz, L'héritière des Abysses ⭐⭐

Janice Maynard, Un hôte si fascinant ⭐⭐⭐

Janice Maynard, L'enfant de Wolff Mountain ⭐⭐

November

December

Angéla Morelli, Embrasse-moi sous la neige ⭐⭐

Alix Martin, Secret Santa ⭐⭐

Penelope Ward, The Aristocrat ⭐⭐

Catherine George, Un Noël à Ridgeway ⭐⭐

Karina Bliss, Le plus beau des Noëls ⭐⭐

#a year in books #my post

[laresearchette]

Sunday, September 03, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT?: PROFESSOR T (PBS Feed) UNFORGOTTEN (PBS Feed) VAN DER VALK (PBS Feed)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

CBC GEM WORLD ROWING CHAMPIONSHIPS (from September 3rd to 10th)

NETFLIX CANADA IS SHE THE WOLF? (JP)

FIBA BASKETBALL WORLD CUP (SN) 9:00am: Spain vs. Canada

US OPEN TENNIS (TSN4) 11:00am: Round of 16 (TSN4) 7:00pm: Round of 16 - Primetime

MLB BASEBALL (SN) 3:00pm: Jays vs. Rockies (SN1) 4:00pm: Rays vs. Guardians (SN Now) 4:00pm: Atlanta vs. Dodgers (TSN2) 7:00pm: Yankees vs. Astros

WNBA BASKETBALL (TSN3) 3:00pm: Liberty vs. Sky (SN360) 7:00pm: Mercury vs. Lynx

SWEET AS PIE (W Network) 6:00pm: An entrepreneur dealing with the implosion of her startup and her relationship visits her family's apple orchard in hopes of taking a break from life -- until she falls for her childhood best friend, who is the farm's new manager.

CFL FOOTBALL (TSN/TSN3) 7:00pm: Blue Bombers vs. Roughriders

THE GREAT BRITISH BAKING SHOW (CBC) 7:00pm: Pastry panic sets in during quarterfinal week with a vexing vol-au-vent challenge, a 29-ingredient technical and a not-so-humble pie showstopper.

WONDER WOMAN 1984 (CTV) 7:00pm: Wonder Woman musters all of her strength, wisdom and courage as she finds herself squaring off against Maxwell Lord and the Cheetah, a villainess who possesses superhuman strength and agility.

WHEN CALLS THE HEART (W Network) 8:00pm (SEASON 7 PREMIERE): Lucas gives Elizabeth writing advice that causes her to search for new inspiration; Rosemary and Lee plan a vacation; Faith returns home with a dilemma that may force her to part ways with Carson.

MY MOM MADE ME DO IT (Lifetime Canada) 8:00pm: When Jade discovers her mother's secret financial problems, she joins her bad-boy crush Rick in a series of high-profile burglaries that net enough cash to pay off Frida's debts.

SEARCHING WITH CHEF SANG (TLN) 8:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Sang kicks things off where it all began: his old stomping grounds in Toronto's Koreatown.

RACE AGAINST THE TIDE (CBC) 8:30pm: Group 2 explores its dark side to make frightening sculptures made of sand; only two teams will make it to the semifinal.

MOONSHINE (CBC) 9:00pm (SEASON FINALE): Wes' dad, Dick, comes to town and lives up to his name as Ken's old treasure chest of forgotten narcotics proves useful in getting the Finley-Cullens everything they could've ever wanted.

CHESAPEAKE SHORES (W Network) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Bree finishes her play; Kevin considers proposing to Sarah; Jess and David realize their new B&B might not be right for them; Abby and Mick discover that their careers are at risk; Trace returns home from tour.

THE SECRET OF SKINWALKER RANCH (History Channel Canada) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Ranch owner Brandon Fugal and his team, led by chief investigator Erik Bard and astrophysicist, aerospace engineer and optical scientist Dr. Travis Taylor, elevate their investigation of the mysterious 512-acre Utah property.

FOOD TRUCK PRIZE FIGHT (Food Network Canada) 9:00pm: Host Jet Tila challenges three of Denver's best food trucks to run a gauntlet of challenges to win a $10,000 cash prize and an opportunity to sell their food at a local sports and entertainment venue.

UGLIEST HOUSE IN AMERICA (HGTV Canada) 9:00pm/9:30pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Three homes in the West vie for the chance at a $150,000 makeover courtesy of designer Alison Victoria; it's between a creepy and wood-carved world of whimsy, a tile-mad dwelling with views into every bathroom and a cramped and convoluted hut.

RAINN WILSON AND THE GEOGRAPHY OF BLISS (Nat Geo Canada) 9:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Rainn Wilson's global quest for bliss begins in Iceland, where he gets nude in a cauldron of magma, chugs cod liver oil and learns the art of failure.

ALIEN ABDUCTION: TRAVIS WALTON (DTour) 9:00pm: On November 5, 1975, a logging crew drives home after work when they suddenly encounter a UFO; Travis Walton gets out of the truck to investigate and is hit by lighting from the ship; he disappeared in the forest to never be seen again.

WHEN CALLS THE HEART (Super Channel Heart and Home) 9:00pm: Rosemary and Lee's baby brings up memories of Rosemary's own mother and questions about her past. Meanwhile, the kids feel left out of the hot springs with all the tourists.

CLEAN SWEEP (Super Channel Fuse) 9:05pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Shelly Mohan, a housewife and mother of three, makes an irreparable decision and commits a horrific act when Charlie Lynch, a man from her troubled past, contacts her.

GOOD BONES (HGTV Canada) 10:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Mina and the team take on the family home of Two Chicks' build manager, Brittany, in the country town of New Castle. To get top dollar for her client, Mina must figure out how to step out of her urban comfort zone and adapt to a more rural market.

BEYOND SKINWALKER RANCH (History Channel Canada) 10:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Investigators Andy Bustamante and Paul Beban investigate Bradshaw Ranch in Sedona, Ariz., and encounter dangerous radiation levels, a strange temperature anomaly, and a UAP.

PRIMAL SURVIVOR: EXTREME AFRICAN SAFARI (Nat Geo Canada) 10:15pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Hazen Audel battles to survive in the arid expanse of the Chalbi desert.

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[amysterygirlwithabigheart]

DICKINSON CAST

I love them! ❤❤❤🥀

#emily dickinson #dickinson #ella hunt #hailee steinfeld #poetry #adrian blake enscoe #lavinia dickinson #vinnie dickinson #soulmates #anna baryshnikov #gus birney #sophie zucker #abby wood bliss #jane humphrey #sue gilbert #sue dickinson #emisue #emily x sue #dickinson apple tv #apple tv+ #poems #lovers #lgbt #queer #lgbtq #writers

[booppooo]

Body Guard: Chapter Nine

Abby Anderson x Fem! Reader Series

AN: Me fighting the urge to apologize for not writing sooner^

Warnings: blood and injury, nudity

Word Count: 1011

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It was a survival instinct - something more primal than fight or flight. It was life or death; kill or be killed.

The arms of the wooden chair she was tied to were ripped from their structure with a guttural groan, next were the legs. The commotion prompted Peter and Shannon to spring into action, but Abby was akin to a feral animal and nearly tore them to shreds. The wood slipped from its restraints and Abby swung it hard over Shannon's head. The massive woman stumbled back and Abby leapt for their bags, stealing a machete.

She gradually regained her vision as the adrenaline in her system withered away with her dying strength. Her blood coursed through her veins so fiercely it surprised her she hadn't dropped dead from a heart attack. It made her head pound, but numbed the rest of the injuries covering her body.

Peter lunged at Abby and grabbed for the weapon, but Abby was far more skilled and lodged the deadly blade in his abdomen. In her peripheral the blonde spotted her scarred enemy approaching her with bared teeth and tight fists. The machete broke off from its handle and the Scar stumbled to the ground, gurgling his last few words as he bled.

"You bitch!" Shannon swore and threw her fists to avenge the man dead on the cold, wet forest floor.

Abby took the first hit to her temple and it tossed her to the ground painfully. Her head rung and she cradled the injured temple while the stars in her vision died down. An angry fist yanked at Abby's collar and shoved her against the rough bark of a tree. Abby's throat was restricted and she clawed at the massive hands wrapped lethally around her neck. She coughed and choked as the air left her body, fighting for what little life she had left in her. Her arms went limp, then her legs, and again her vision slowly was flushed with darkness.

A loud crack interrupted Abby's death. The soldier fell to the ground unconscious and the remaining Scar joined her with her knee shot. She screamed out in agony and held her bleeding joint, swearing and sobbing. But the pitiful sobbing was silenced with another loud crack.

The gun slipped from Y/n's weak hand and sloshed into the mud. Her body shivered from the cold which made her wounds that much more excruciating. Her dislocated shoulder made her cry and she was hyper aware of the bullet lodged in her thigh, not to mention all the cuts and swelling in her face. She knew the world beyond the stadium was cruel and merciless, but never once did it cross her mind she'd succumb to it. The horrors she had gotten herself caught in and witnessed would haunt her for her remaining days, which now seemed numbered due to her countless wounds. Soon the unbearable pain caught up to her and she slipped into unconsciousness- a state of temporary bliss.

-

Abby woke with a gasp and held her throat, choking on the air she desperately needed. Everything was sore, everything hurt, everything was wet and cold. Her jaw chattered and she rubbed at her damp arms as she got to her feet. She could feel the blood from her shoulder bleeding through her shirt and the feeling of her ripped stitches was enough to make her arm heavy.

She weakly shuffled over to Y/n. In that moment she wanted to fall to her knees again and cry, but she knew her emotions had to be secondary next to action.

After barely getting Y/n onto the back of a horse and gathering all the supplies once belonging to the Seraphites, she made a break for shelter. She was still unconscious, and barley breathing, but that was more than enough for Abby - alive was enough for Abby.

-

In an abandoned warehouse the soldier was able to start a substantial fire and start cleaning herself up. The resilient pain in her shoulder deterred her from sewing in new sutures and she tended to her raw wrists and ankles instead.

Y/n returned from darkness and all she did was weep until she gained the strength to patch her wounds. Abby scrambled next to her and laid her wet head of hair on her lap.

"Tell me what I need to do. I-I can do it."

After a few labored, deep breaths the doctor was able to give Abby instruction.

"Cut off my shirt." Every word was painful.

Abby hesitated, double checking her demeanor to see if she had misspoke, but she kept her eyes closed and focused on her breath. She rested Y/n's head onto a backpack and used a knife to slice the fabric and slip it from her shivering body.

The blonde averted her gaze adolescently, surprised by Y/n's lack of concern for her exposed chest. Though her glance was speedy, she noticed the dainty rose tattooed on her sternum (a topic for conversation later).

"I need you to - phew - relocate my shoulder," she hummed, "I need you to see...and feel the joint popping back into place."

For the next few minutes Abby carefully followed each of Y/n's directions, doing her best not to let her eyes drift off the task at hand. Counting back from three, Abby readied Y/n's arm and snapped it back into place with a loud pop, followed by Y/n wailing. After soothing her, the soldier helped her slip on a dry shirt and draped a blanket over her shoulders. The bullet was just going to have to wait, and the scrapes and bruises on her soft cheeks would heal well.

The rest of the night was spent huddled by the fire in silence. So much needed to be said and so many questions needed answered, but they were going to see tomorrows sun, so it could all wait until then. Every other time Abby closed her eyes, she saw Y/n helpless in the chair, or the ink on her skin.

#abby anderson fan fiction #abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #abby anderson

[heliotropehotch]

Silver - a.h. x fem!reader

Request by @moonstuffsteve :If you’re taking requests, I’d love Hotch smut with a wedding ring kink where the cold metal gets you more worked up (maybe ft choking bc of the ring??) pls and thanks so much!!!!!!!!

a/n: AHHHH its my first smut for Aaron! (and first smut i've actually finished in years!) Al, i love you. Thank you for this. If you have any suggestions on how I can improve my writing please let me know! I haven't written smut in a long time so I know this might be rocky. <3

CW: smut, under 18 DNI, 18+, jealously, unwanted ass grabbing, wanted ass grabbing, choking, wedding ring kink?????, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), rough sex, marriage kink??, dom/sub themes, possessiveness, fingering

Masterlist

author: abby<3

word count: 1919

have fun!

She hated cops. Entitled, jealous, and, for the most part, disgusting men, who thought well enough should be left alone. Meaning that, while help had been offered and given, it wasn’t wanted. What was wanted, however, seemed to deviate way too far off the course of the case, of the literal murders that were happening.

“Officer Walker,” Y/N’s teeth gritted out as sweetly as she could, as the man placed an unwelcome palm on the small of her back. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Well, sugar,” he chuckled deeply. “I was hoping you wanted to get out of here.”

“Out of here?” She pretended not to notice Agent Hotchner watching the interaction, slowing walking up behind him. “What do you mean, Officer?”

“I mean,” his hand swooped down, resting gently on her ass. Y/N’s eyes shot wide, mouth opening slightly with appall. “We should get out of here so we can have a little fun.”

“Excuse me-”

“Officer Walker,” Aaron Hotchner’s voice cut through the air of the precinct. “I suggest you take your hand off of my agent, and my wife.”

Walker’s hand shot off her body, smacking into his own side. “Your wife? Sir, I didn’t kn-”

“We have a case, Officer. There are people out there getting murdered. Get back to work. Agent, you’re needed in the conference room, please.”

“Yes sir,” Y/N said with a straight face, but she knew her husband could read the smugness on her face.

“In the future, Officer Walker,” she called out before following Aaron. “At least check a woman’s hand before you make unwanted passes at them.”

Y/N sauntered almost cheerfully behind her husband stalking into the closed conference room. She could hear the gears turning forcefully in his head, and could clearly see his hand clenching and relaxing at his side. Entering the conference room, tension seeping into the air, confining itself in the room as Aaron forcefully shut the door behind them.

“Aaron-”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, fingers smoothing out his eyebrows. “I was fine until his moved his fucking hand-”

She reached out to grab his arms, trailing down to intertwine their fingers together. “Honey,” she smiled sweetly. “I know, okay. I appreciate it, okay. But I had it handled too.”

“I should have him fired-”

“But you won’t,” she laughed softly. “If you fired every man who made a pass at me, we wouldn’t ever work with cops again.”

He grumbled indignantly, scrunching his eyes together in irritation. Y/N slipped her hands up his chest, sliding into their natural place at his jaw. Her lips pressed to his, seeping tension seeping out of him with every passing second. “Aaron,” she hummed against his lips, before pulling away. She smiled as his chased after. “I married you, remember? You don’t ever have to worry about anyone else. Like ever?”

He chuckled, slipping his hands into the pockets of her pants. “I just don’t like sharing what’s mine.”

“I’m only yours.” She smiled at him, taking a step back. “Now can we get back to work? I wanna go home with you as soon as possible.”

--

The case was nowhere near close to being solved, but tensions between all members of the BAU were running high. Derek, the ever hot head he was, had almost gotten into a physical fight with the Captain of the precinct, while Spencer had remained silent after a particularly loud conversation with one of the fellow officers.

“These cops just won’t let us do our jobs, Hotch,” Emily had groaned in the hotel elevator with Y/N and Aaron. “I’m two derogatory comments away from breaking Walker’s nose.”

Y/N snorted, eying her husband’s now tense back in front of her. “He’s a real piece of work huh?”

“I’ll be too glad when we get out of here. Why can’t we work with female cops for a change?”

It was Hotch’s turn to snort. “You would end up being the one that they complained about. You’re just as bad as Morgan.”

Emily gave an artificial gasp. “Am not.”

The elevator doors opened, and Y/N followed her husband out and down the hall to the left. “Night Em!”

Out of sight of the rest of their team, she jogged forward to grab his hand, giving a small kiss to his knuckles. A comfortable silence had settled between the heavy setted footsteps of the married couple. Y/N rocked on her heels as her husband fumbled with the key card to their shared room. She rolled her neck, letting the tension fizzle out in separated pops of her bones. She barely registered the click of the door, or the wrap of fingers around her wrist. She did however, notice the cool, fake wood of the hotel door being pressed against her back. “Aaron?”

“You’re mine,” he murmured, pressing his lips in the angle of her neck. She chuckled, winding her fingers in his hair.

“I thought we already clarified that, baby.”

He hummed a chuckle, his tongue lapping up whatever remnants of perfume traced his neck. “And I intend to make that painfully obvious to everyone in that precinct.”

His lips wrapped around the muscles at the junction of her neck, drawing out a moan out of her with passing second that the air left his mouth. Y/N hummed a laugh, lifting her hips to grind against his. “Seriously, a hickey?”

His hand snaked up her waist to rest under her chin, squeezing slightly. She could feel the metal of his wedding band warm to the temperature of her skin. “I’ve got a point to prove, sweetheart.”

His fingers left her throat and reached down to pull the backs of her thighs to wrap around his waist, grunting slightly at the movement. She worked on unbuttoning her shirt, the best she could. “Aar-” their bodies fell to the bed, his legs slotted between hers. Y/N squeezed his left hand that had found its way into hers. “You’ve got me wrapped around your finger, remember?”

“Oh I remember, darling,” his mouth moved to her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before letting it free. “I think you’re the one who needs a reminder.”

Aaron’s hands pushed up her skirt, adjusting it to pool at her hips. His calloused hands traced the edge of her underwear, sliding softly under the band. His mouth, trailing back up to her neck smirked as Y/N’s hips squirmed under his delicate touch. “Be patient, love.”

His attached his mouth to hers as his fingers slowly, finally began circling her clit. The metal of his ring brushing deliciously against the skin above. His teeth tugged her bottom lips, a small whine escaping her. He watched her blissed out expression morph into one of need, eyes scrunched with tension. His fingers dipped lower, circling her entrance before dipping two fingers in slowly.

“Aaron,” she gasped out, clenching around the fingers inside of her. “Aaron, please.”

“Shh, sweetheart,” he smiled into her neck, pressing his lips to her skin. “I’m gonna take good care of my wife, don’t you worry.”

His thumb, that had been rolling lazy circles against her clit, becomes more firm, with more intention. Y/N could feel the cold of her husband’s silver band pressing into her pussy as he pressed a third finger into her. The stretch of his hand, the way he stroked her walls with his fingers, and the words dripping from his lips were enough to put her body on edge.

“Oh you’re so tight, baby,” he chuckled darkly, breath blowing sweetly against her inner thighs. “Fuck, you’re wet. Is this all for me?”

Her fingers wrapped lazily between his black locks, tugging the strands. “Only you.”

“Of course, honey,” he cooed. “Look at you dripping all over my ring, I bet you’re gonna come soon, yeah?”

“Please,” Y/N whined loudly. “Please, Aaron, I can’t hold it anymore.”

“Come for me, baby, get nice and ready for my cock.” She let out a yelp, her back arching from the mattress as her husband continued to lazily stroke her cunt.

“That’s my girl,” he hummed, bringing his fingers up to his mouth for a taste, before pausing and redirecting his fingers to her mouth. Her eyes stayed on him and she hummed around his fingers, tongue lapping at her own juices around his wedding ring.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, tugging off his own shirt, and ridding his pants and underwear. Y/N’s panties now rested at her knees, twisting over on itself, until she lazily ridded the rest of her garments.

Aaron now positioned her on her knees, head resting on her forearms as her ass ground into his pelvis. “Please, baby, wanna feel you,” her muffled voice called out.

He sucked his teeth with mock annoyance, lightly smacking one of her cheeks with his left hand. “And what did I say about being patient?” he chided, before lining his dick up and thrusting in.

Her toes curled at the sudden, but welcome intrusion. A groan left her throat as he began pounding into her pussy at a rough pace. Thrust for thrust, the room echoes with grunts and moans from both Y/N and her husband. She could almost feel his smug grin with every whine that fell through her lips.

“Fuck, Y/N look at you taking my cock so well. I bet you just love how I fill you up.” Her only responses were loud moans that flowed through his own voice as she clenched around him.

The metal of his wedding ring now almost burned against her sweating skin as he wrapped his hand around her throat once more, pulling her body to be flush against him as he continued to thrust into her at a bruising pace.

“Who’s making you feel this good, huh?” She stayed wordless, only echoing in whines and moans. He squeezed her neck a little tighter, the imprint of the ring creating a delicious friction. “Answer me.”

“You!” her voice bursted out. “You, Aaron, only you.”

“That’s right, sweetheart, your husband. I married you, I put that ring on your finger-” he groaned, attaching his lips to the juncture of her neck before speaking again. “Fuck, are you gonna come for me soon?”

“Yes!” she cried, “Please, please.”

“Go ahead, and come for me like a good girl,” he panted, using his other hand to rub against her clit, squeezing his fingers again on her throat before speaking right into her ear. “Come on your husband’s cock.”

She yelled with her release, back arching to meet Aaron’s chest. He let out a few more strong thrusts before he found his own release and coated her walls with a groan. His forehead landed on her shoulder, her fingers lazily combing through his hair.

Eventually, he pulled himself out to clean themselves up and crawl into bed. She had rested on his side, but yelped when he pulled her to lay on his chest. She smiled softly, fingers tracing imaginary shapes along his pecs, then started chuckling softly.

He cracked a smile reserved only for her. “What are you up to?”

Her giggles quieted and she stopped her movements. “Oh, I was just thinking. I should make you jealous more often.”

He groaned, tugging her close to him, covering her ringed hand with his own. “Don’t you dare.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead as she chuckled sweetly. “You’re mine.”

#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner smut #hotch smut #hotchner smut #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #fem!reader #smut #cm smut #spencer reid fanfic #cm #smut request

[tic---tac---toe]

tw: nsfw, afab

A/N: it's really just self indulgent smut of my oc x Abner krill.

Abner's cheeks flushed red as Marie began to latch onto him like a wild animal. She had began kissing his neck, before running her hands up his lavender silk shirt.

"S-slow down, Marie.." Abner hissed, slightly as her hands reached the rim of his pants.

Moments before the pair were happily drinking and laughing with the rest of their team. The pair were just on the dance floor in a drunken bliss, when Marie fell into his arms, sloppily making out with him.

She bit his lip in such a hunger, Abner delightfully returned the feeling. He had never felt such a strong intense lust, unless he was looking at pornographic pictures in his cell. It was so nice to feel so wanted.

And, she wanted him more. Marie stopped the kiss to look deep into his glossy brown eyes. He was so overcome with alcohol and lust. She smiled ever so tenderly at him.

"I should just ruin you." She chuckled, darkly. "Suck you off right here in the club. No one would notice."

"Oh, Marie.." Abner moaned into the crook of her neck.

"You want me to do it to you right here? Oh, Abner, you're so creative, but I don't want to walk back over there and have Flag question the white stuff on my face." The way she spoke was so soft and delicate compared to the dirty words coming out of her mouth. She ran her tongue against Abner's jawline.

"Nnh, M-marie, I-" Countless moans escaped his lips as she got him more and more worked up. Marie felt the build-up in his pants as she stepped back from pinning him against the wall. Abner looked at her confused.

"Follow me." She beaconed, grabbing his hand, leading him outside.

Abner, in a mindless trance, followed her out the door. He had no idea what he was in for. He sat across from her in the van, while the alcohol worked through his senses. He didn't know what the two tone woman wanted from him.

She kissing him in the back. Her lips moved a lot gentler now. She wanted him so bad. She idolized him. If there was one person in the world Marie would die for, it'd be the man infront of her. His hand worked its way up her dress, touching her legs. She stopped him, slightly.

Marie laughed. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Abbie. You'll have me in time. I should warm you up first."

Marie gently unbuttoned Abner's checkered pants, pulling his boxers down enough to spring out his hardened wood, pre-cum dripping off the head of Abner's cock.

She ran her tongue up the base of lengthy member, hearing a sharp moan escape from his lips.

"Ahh~, ahh~." Abner buried his red face into his hands.

Marie smirked, gently kissing the tip. "Abbie.. don't hide from me. You're so gorgeous." She took his hands away from his face.

His breath wavered, but began to steady. "You're not d-doing this out of pity... right? I don't want you to feel sorry for me."

Marie felt her heart sink. She cupped his face, staring into his beautiful dark eyes. "Dotty, I love you. I think that your the hottest guy I've ever met. You're so special to me, especially considering you've been there for me so many times. I would never hurt you."

Abner choked into a sob, overwhelmed with the feeling of love that Marie felt for him. Abner never even dreamed of ever being intimate with someone that was willing to do anything for him.

Marie smiled gently, kissing the tears coming down his face. She began to kiss down his jawline again, sucking on his collar bone. She wrapped her fingers around his cock slowly pumping it as his tears began to stop. She stopped putting her lips around his neck, wrapped them around the tip.

She began to go deeper as Abner held her shoulders in place. She started going faster, and sloppily, making Abner lose his mind. He was so close. He wanted to cum right into that pretty mouth of hers.

"Oh! OH, Marie~." Abner climaxed, moaning her name.

Marie swallowed the thick white gravy, licking up as the remaining bits of their fun.

Abner felt his heart race from the adrenaline of the hot white feeling. "Shit.." He panted. "Did you... ya know?"

Marie chuckled. "No, I, uhh, didn't yet, but we don't have to." She expected Abner to somewhat agree with her, after all she only did this to please him. She was only focused on Abner.

"Please." Abner lifted her dress up a bit, as he shifted their positions so he was on top of her. "I want to, um, please you."

Now, it was Marie's turn to go all red. Like, Abner, she didn't find herself attractive at all. Ever since she was young, and lost her eye, she never imagined herself ever being pleased in the way Abner wanted to please her.

She nodded, as she felt Abner's hands along her thighs. Marie was completely helpless to him.

He took off her 'xo' underwear so swiftly, as he aligned himself with her entrance of her pussy. Marie hummed softly as he entered her.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

Marie run her fingers through Abner's soft black hair. "You can keep going, baby. I can assure you, you're not gonna hurt me."

Abner nodded, starting at a steady pace. He put his hands on her thighs as he started to speed up.

Marie felt her arousal building up. She's had sex before, but most of her experiences ended in heartache. What she felt was waves and waves of love coursing through her veins like a drug.

"That's it, Abbie. You're such a good boy." Marie moaned, as her head hit against the bed of the van.

"Nnh~." Abner's beautiful eyes fluttered shut as he sank into her pleasure. Her hot slick taking over him with each thrust. He was already attached himself to this feeling of intimacy.

Abner lifted her legs up to get more leverage, as he started going a lot faster and harder.

"Abner~, oh my God." Marie shouted as the pressure continued to build, and build, until she just couldn't take it anymore.

Abner pumped a few more thrusts inside her, right before releasing inside her. He dropped down next to Marie, who was still seeing stars.

"I think that was the best sex I've ever had in my life." Marie panted, giggling breathlessly. She felt so free in the moment. She held Abner close.

Abner returned her smile, kissing her gently on the forehead. "I think you're the best thing that's happened to my life. I love you, Marie."

She brushed her fingers through his bangs, lightly. "I love you too, Abner."

#[marie.exe] #[t.t.t] #[polka dot man] #[.dark hours] #[nsfw] #abner krill #abner krill x reader #david dastmalchian #[tic tac toe] #[smut.exe]

[thinveills]

hello friends and tags ! it’s been a while since i’ve shown my face on this blog but i am looking for discord partners to write with and would love to get some plots going. 

if we’ve previously written or plotted on discord, please feel free to shoot me a message there if you’re interested in writing again. 

below the cut are: plots / concepts that i’d like to write and develop, faces i’d like to play, and faces i’d like to play against. i typically write taboo, smut, and fluff plots but i am always happy to give things an edge of angst. i write male, female, and nb characters, i write doms, subs, and everything in between, and if you’d like to write with me, please give the heart a like or feel free to shoot me an im !

EDIT: feel free to ask me about the taboo server i’m in if it interests you.

plots i’d like to explore:

dark, disgusting, filthy kinky things including free use verses, cheating plots, inc*st, kidnapping, somnophilia, etc. ( it helps if you are virtually limitless, but you can view the rest of my kink list here ). 

muse a is an escort who offers a significant other package. muse b is a frequent client and so in love with muse a, muse b kidnaps them so they can live their life in love like they’re supposed to. 

a free use world that takes place on a farm resort, where guests come to use the girls kept in luxury who are owned by the farm. 

any plot where i get to play a domme who picks apart her submissives and uses them like living dolls. 

a babysitter for a wealthy couple. instead of paying her, they fuck her silly and send her home. 

poly plots !!! cheating plots !!! harem plots !!! all the multiple partners !!! 

muse a has been stalking muse b for months now. muse a has the sense that something unsettling is going on but they can’t put their finger on it — at least, that is, until muse b corners them one night and takes them for their own. 

anything supernatural — deals with devils, demons, fae, and others.

original character high fantasy things in worlds ( potentially based off of ) game of thrones, lord of the rings, or pirates of the caribbean !

cute fluffy things !!!! sweet domestic bliss for our characters !!!!

faces i’d like to write:

madelyn cline · madison beer · lily collins · maggie lindemann · whitney paige venable · dove cameron · sydney sweeney · corinna kopf · florence pugh · demi rose · corinna kopf · sadie sink · camila mendes · adeline rudolph · jessie mei li · anya taylor joy · hailee steinfeld · jessica chastain · madelaine petsch · chloe bridges · ester expósito · jordyn jones · kat mcnamara · abigail cowen · daniel sharman · douglas booth · henry cavill · jeffrey dean morgan · gavin leatherwood · adam driver · matthew daddario · timothée chalamet · chris evans · sebastian stan

faces i’d like to write against:

camila mendes · lili reinhart · margaret qualley · megan fox · lindsey morgan · abby rao · sabrina carpenter · diana silvers · victoria pedretti · kristine froseth · melissa pamuk · demet ozdemir · charlotte hope · lana condor · elizabeth gillies · shay mitchell · alissa violet · gemma chan · jon hamm · ginny gardner · jon bernthal · kj apa · chris wood · daniel sharman · cole sprouse · maxence danet-fuval · chris hemsworth · cillian murphy · charles melton · jacob elordi · pedro pascal · oscar isaac · sebastian stan · henry cavill · chris evans

#smut 1x1 #indie smut rp #kink 1x1 #discord rp #discord 1x1 #smut rp #kink rp

[liberty-barnes]

Two

Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Summary: Two decades worth of love, two people to have it all tumbling down.

Warnings: angst, angst, angst, just angst, uh cheating, kinda? heartbreak, the last line can be taken as *slightly* suicidal

Word Count: 1.2k words

Estimated Reading Time: 5 minutes

A/N: sooo! this is for abby's summer writing challenge, cause for some reason i was really feeling this prompt.

i've never entered a writing challenge before, this is exciting.

please do check her blog @theamazingtomholland​ out! she's amazing and deserves all the love in the world so go give it to her!!

Masterlist 

The room was deathly silent. Surrounded by darkness, rough bedsheets scratching at your bare legs, you allowed yourself to think.

Two decades. Two decades of love. Two decades of happiness. Two decades of bliss.

"Hello."

A young boy with soft honey eyes looked up from where he was hunched over the small plastic table, colored legos forgotten in favor of greeting the young girl.

"Hi!"

She sat down next to him and peered over at the partially-finished sculpture.

"What are you doing?"

"Building a castle out of legos."

She smiled shyly.

"I love legos."

His eyes went wide and his face lit up.

"Really?"

"Yeah, they're really cool. Do you think I could maybe help you build the castle? I've never tried but it sounds fun."

He nodded and showed her the lego set's instructions, and together they tackled the project.

He'd never met a girl that was interested in legos before, and all the boys just wanted to build cars or stupid things, never an actual castle, like him. Is this what his mom told him about? How one day he'd meet someone at he'd know he would want to be with them forever?

"I think I love you."

She didn't look up from her pieces.

"If you love me that means you can never leave."

"That's okay, I don't mind staying with you forever."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Everything you've built was shattered on the ground, a mix of glass, plastic, wood, love.

"Petey?"

You looked up at him through your lashes, homework long forgotten.

"Yeah, (Y/n/n)?"

"Do you think- nevermind, it's stupid anyway."

He set his pencil down and turned to you, already much too perceptive for an eleven-year-old.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

You mulled over his words for a little while before taking in a big breath.

"I want you to kiss me, but I'm scared I'll be bad at it."

He took your hand in his and smiled.

"I don't care, we'll practice together until we're good at it."

You smiled, getting closer until your noses touched.

"Promise?"

You could feel his breath on your lips, excitement running through you.

"Promise."

Even two days after, the taste of his lips still lingered in yours. For the first time in your life, you wished it could go away.

"Petey?"

Your boyfriend turned around in his rolling chair, pen stuck between his teeth, and hummed in acknowledgment.

"Do you think this was a good idea?"

He tilted his head to the side, looking much like a confused puppy.

"What was?"

"This... moving in together..."

He sighed and closed his textbook, putting the cap back on his pen so it won't dry out, then crawled towards you. He sat with his back towards the headboard and pulled you into his lap, stroking your hair.

"How long have we known each other?"

"Since we were four."

"And how long have we been dating?"

"Since we were four."

You giggled at the fact that no matter how old you grew, how much you changed, or how crazy it seemed, Peter had been your only constant.

"Exactly. That's fourteen years, babe. We've been together for fourteen years. We've been in love for fourteen years. Moving in together isn't gonna change anything, we pretty much live at each other's houses anyway."

You nuzzled his neck and sighed deeply.

"What's this really about?"

"I... My cousin was here a few days ago and she just... She told me that it was weird- that we were weird, cause we've always been together. We were each other's first and only everything and she said relationships like this don't last cause eventually someone gets bored and..."

You trailed off, not wanting to finish that train of thought.

"(Y/n)? Can you look at me, please?"

You straightened up and locked eyes with him, feeling the tears threatening to come down.

"I love you. You and only you, from the moment I saw you until my last breath, I will always love you."

He took off the bandage on his hand and your eyes were drawn to the cellophane covered spot on the back of it. It was right between his thumb and pointer, and you frowned a bit.

"I wanted to show it to you for your birthday, but what's two more days, right?"

He gently removed the plastic and you gasped at the sight of a fresh tattoo: a minimalistic rose, where your name created the stem.

"I love you, my beautiful flower, now and always. I'll never leave you."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

The tears streamed down your face, but you couldn't feel a thing.

You entered your shared flat, backpack heavy on your shoulders, even though it was the lightest it's ever been.

You peered into the kitchen, looking for your fiancé, and immediately knew something was wrong. 

His favorite mug wasn't on the counter, but maybe he's just studying and brought it to your room.

There were none of his clothes in the living room, but maybe he put them to the wash.

The picture of him, Uncle Ben, and Aunt May wasn't in the hallway, but maybe...

The door to your room opened and Peter walked out, suitcase in his left hand, a letter in his.

"Petey? Where are you going?"

He froze.

"You're home early."

He said it as an accusation, like you had no right to be in your own home.

"Uh, yeah, I got off a little early today. Did I forget you had a trip or something, I would've helped you pa-"

"No."

He cut you off and you felt panic slowly rise in you.

"I wanted to do this the easy way, didn't plan on you being here..."

Your eyes were drawn to his right hand, where a white letter was, but... 

"Okay, just this bag, and then we're ready to go, right Petey?"

A blonde woman got out of your bedroom and you felt your heart drop to your stomach.

"Oh..."

She looked at you with pity. Pity.

"I'll wait for you in the car."

You waited until the door closed to turn back to your fiancé, eyes welling up.

"I'm sorry. I really am."

He tried to walk past you but you grabbed his arm.

"You can't leave me."

"I'm sorry."

"But you promised."

He looked at the ground and you felt him move away.

"I'm sorry."

You looked at the picture on your phone, cursing their smiles, cursing the people commenting on how cute they looked, heart breaking at the sight of the faded mark where your fiancé's... ex-fiancé's tattoo used to be.

Two decades of building only for it to be destroyed in two minutes. Two eyes that were once bright, but now had no light to them.

Two pink lines meant to change your life for the better.

Two hearts beating in sync, but for how long?

well... that’s that

um,,,,yeah

as always, hope you liked it! if you did, don’t forget to like/comment/reblog

love you all so much!

-Love, Miah

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A Warm Surprise | Abby Anderson x Reader

You go on a camping trip that ends with meeting Abby.

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

AN: So..

This is the Abby Anderson Lumberjack fic that I've been working on. This is my first ever fic. I have never truly written anything like this before and definitely not to this extent. But this fic in particular is one that I just had to write. I couldn’t  live with the fact that Lumberjack Abby didn’t exist so, I set out to write it. I have never been so involved in a fandom like this before. Abby Anderson really does make me loss my mind, body, and soul every time I see her. She's the exact reason why I never want to say I have hobbies, I just have current obsessions. lol. 

But anyways, back to the fic. It's about you and Abby, not me. lol. So this fic is a Modern AU! with Abby as a lumberjack and a Fem!Reader. This is chapter 1 of 10. It’s also just shy of 2k words. 

Warnings:

cursing

slight angst

This fic is dedicated to @kittycat-beans. She is a an amazing writer and has been the massive inspiration to write. She is a truly sweet and beautiful person that everyone should have in their life and I am glad to have met her. This fic is also in honor of @shadowcrow. They are a amazing friend and they have helped and supported me as hard as they could when making this one chapter. They truly have my back all the way and I can count on them at any time. They are also an amazing writer as well. They are the friend that everyone deserves and I am glad to have her. 

A Warm Surprise

Chapter 1: Camping Trip Gone Wrong

Bearberry Lake in Seattle was the most perfect, beautiful place in the world. Amazing flora and fauna, nice weather, plenty of land to explore, and its magnum opus: a huge and breathtaking lake in the shape of a bear. It truly felt like a place built only for you.

And to top it all off, it was going to happen during your favorite season of the year: winter. The beauty of starting a warm fire with a hot cup of chocolate made your heart flutter, and coupled with waking up to freshly fallen snow while it crushed lovingly under your boot could cause you to flat line.

You also had the added benefit of not having to face any of the more big, hairy and scary animals in your winter wonderland; they were all too busy hibernating or trying not to freeze to death like you.

You had planned for this trip for a long time and it was finally here. After nearly a year of unexpected events and financial troubles you were able to save up enough money to go on a 10-day trip.

10 days!

You could just barely believe it. Ten whole days of a peaceful bliss. Ten whole days in the best place on Earth. Ten whole days in your own winter world.

Everything was planned and laid out perfectly.

It sounded cheesy, but you were seriously sure nothing could go wrong.

Right?

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“Well, this sure as hell wasn’t on the brochure.” You thought as you almost clung to the small camping heater.

“Fuck Seattle.” You thought even more aggressively. ”Bearberry Lake ‘the most beautiful place on Earth’. Yeah right, kiss my frozen-over ass.” But deep down you knew you couldn’t blame Bearberry Lake, you couldn’t blame Seattle, hell, you couldn’t even blame Seattle weather. You could only blame yourself. You convinced yourself you were going to live in some Disney winter wonderland for 10 days in the middle of the woods.

You were the one to run out here with little to no camping experience. You were the one that came out here without checking the damn weather. 

But truly, how could you have known? You were just so sick and tired of your life back in Jackson that you had to run away. You wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. There was nothing there for you. It was so empty back there that 10 days in the woods was actually really exciting.

But for now, fuck Bearberry Lake, fuck Seattle, and fuck Seattle weather. 

However, all your “fucking” of the general area around you was getting hit with a cold and harsh reality. Both figuratively and literally. It was COLD. Like really fucking cold. This entire time you were inching closer and closer to your little camping heater and you couldn’t feel a thing. You were sure at this point you could French kiss the damn thing and barely burn your lip. Plus your body was going full overdrive to try and keep you warm.

You suddenly became very aware of your arms and legs shaking like crazy, barely able to hold your fingers still. Your teeth were chattering together like a cartoon and your 2 layers of clothes were doing nothing to stop the cold. Your tent was shaking as badly as you were and your sleeping bag was a no-go at this point.

Your hearing decided to kick back in and you were immediately blasted with the screaming wind and to be perfectly honest, you wanted to scream with it. It was quickly becoming apparent that this was not a below-average day. This was something much, much worse.

“Dear God, this is a fucking blizzard.”

As that terrible thought rushed to the front of your mind, you rushed to the front of your tent. You tried doing a low running stance but your numb legs gave out on you. You were forced to crawl to the front and unzip the tent. You reached out your hand, struggling to grab hold of the little flapping zipper. This small action took a lot of energy out of you. You had to hold yourself up with one hand while keeping yourself still enough to catch a tiny zipper. You finally caught it. Ripping the zipper down, you were immediately greeted with a blast of cold, heart-stopping air.

You actually threw yourself backward towards your cold camping heater in the hope that’ll actually do it’s one job. Even though you were literally holding onto the heater for dear life, you could just barely feel any heat. It wasn’t made any better due to the wind blasting into your tent. Any amount of heat that was being generated was kindly being sweeped away. 

As you looked down and over yourself towards the now open front of the tent, you could see outside. White. Nothing but pure white snow. Both falling and on the ground. The falling snow was coming at an angle so steep that it was almost sideways. The snow on the ground was about one or two inches higher than it was before. Even the floor of your tent was covered in a small, thin layer of snow for the few seconds that it’s been open. You looked back outside to try and see…..something out there. You looked really hard passed the falling snow and could just barely see the treeline opposite of you. Then it hit you. That treeline was only a few feet away from you. You were stuck in the middle of a blizzard with no heat and could barely see.

“I have to get out of here!” You thought suddenly. “I can NOT stay here! I am going to die!”

You could barely process the thought before your fight or flight senses caused you to sit up suddenly. You frantically looked around for something to take with you.

“Heater? Hell no! Sleeping bag? Maybe. Blanket. Yeah. My bag? My bag!”

You grabbed your bag and opened it. It was mostly empty. You had packed little for your trip, believing there was only going to be light snowfall. There was just random, useless camping equipment and your phone. You grabbed your phone out of habit and frantically looked back at the open front of your tent. The cold wind bit at your face but that didn’t stop you from noticing that the once thin layer of snow was now a small mound. You had to get out of there.

Now.

You shoved your phone in your jacket pocket and grabbed the blanket and sleeping bag. You rushed out of the tent but immediately fell to the ground. It was your damn legs again. They still hadn’t regained their feeling yet. Now you were half way stuck in and out the tent. Your top half was getting eaten by the cold, harsh wind. Snow and ice were sticking to your face while your hands were buried in the snow, holding you up. Your lower half was no warmer but your legs were starting to get that familiar “pins-and-needles” feeling in them. 

But you couldn't let that stop you. 

You pushed yourself up and painfully got on one leg. The wind was now hitting square on the front part of your body, sending a shiver down your spine. You pushed yourself up further onto both legs. They were met with pain and the cold wind as you now stood outside of the tent. Completely exposed to the cold. 

“Oh…..my…..g..god.” You said through clattering teeth. “It’s…..it’s…..so...cold.”

You stood there, shivering like your life depended on it. Well, that’s because it did. If a tent and a heater couldn’t keep you warm then standing out here was basically a death wish. You had to get going.

You reached down and grabbed your blanket and wrapped it around you. It did nothing to stop the cold but it was better than nothing. Next, you reached for your sleeping bag. You thought about unzipping it and wrapping it around you like the blanket but it was far too heavy. You didn’t want anything slowing you down, so you just dropped it and left. 

You started to walk off into the white. Wrapped in nothing more than a blanket and willpower. Every step was a little painful as your legs adjusted to movement again. Hard pieces of fast falling snow were striking you in the face and your visibility was low. The wind pushed on your body more and more the further you got away from your tent. At every step it threatened to make your weak legs fall or slip. You knew you couldn’t fall because if you did, you wouldn’t get back up. 

With every unnerving step, your legs got a little stronger. You didn’t know if it was just them adjusting to movement again or adrenaline, but you weren’t complaining. You had to get back to the….get back to…get back….

“Where the hell am I going?!?!” You thought frantically. “Where am I going? Where am I? Where can I go?”

You had just walked out of the tent without thinking of where to go. You looked around but all you could see was white. Any identifying markers around the area were nowhere to be found. You stopped in your tracks and tried to think. You couldn’t spare wasting time running around mindlessly in a blizzard. 

Then, you realized that you had your phone. You reached into your pocket, finding it to be no warmer than the outside, and pulled out your phone. You turned it on and looked at the screen. You saw that the time was slightly after noon. Your eyes darted to the Wi-Fi indicator. NO SERVICE, it read. Out of habit, you also looked at the battery power. 5%. Five. Fucking. Percent.

“FUCK!” you thought. “Great. Just fucking great.”

Now, not only were you stuck in the middle of a blizzard but you were now stuck in the middle of a blizzard with no way to call for help or any sort of guide. You just had to rely on memory to help you out of this situation.

You thought of places to go. You thought about your tent first, but that was thrown out for obvious reasons. You then thought about the camping lodge you saw, but it was too far away. You remembered being able to drive your car up to your desired camping grounds but it was a bit of a hike and took some exploring to find your spot. You also remember seeing some log cabins while driving but you weren’t sure if anyone was there or if you were willing to break into one. But it was still an option. Your car was your best bet. It was going to have to do for now. You had to get to some sort of shelter and fast. 

The wind hadn’t let up one bit and you were much colder now. You turned and pushed your feet through the thick snow. Relying on your memory and directional instinct to lead your way. Your legs were slightly better but they still needed some work. Your visibility seemed to be getting worse. You keep tracking towards the direction of your car and hopefully some sort of shelter in between. 

“I gotta keep going. I gotta keep going.” You thought. “I gotta keep going. I can’t die here.”

“I won’t.”

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[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Banished (Part 47)

~Banished Master~

Paring: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Word Count: 11K (heh... how long does this take y’all to read, I stg)

~Master~

*Based off episode 4x02 of the 100, Heavy lies the Crown*

Bold Italics are Trig

Previously...

As for Praimfaya, its already making its way across the globe. A couple, man and woman crossing the desert in Europe, found it out the hard way. Their bodies were covered in burns, as they tried to find sanctuary. The man collapsed, his partner falling with him as she panted, trying to get him to respond to her but he wouldn’t answer. She let out a sob, barely able to make a sound from her dried throat. At an odd sound, she pulled herself up, trudging atop a sand dune to look upon pyramids.

But along with the structures a wave of radiation came upon her. She let out a scream as the radiation took her over, her skin burning off as she fell to her knees and her body was swept away.

6 months, starting now.

ALIE’s chip had made its way from Polis before you managed to destroy her. One victim, Ilian, living with his family on a farm, introduced a new level of pain to his family. He wasn’t in control of himself, ALIE in his head and working him like another one of her puppets. His mother sat tied, tired and bleeding against the sheep’s corral, her arms drawn apart like she was on a cross. Her ragged breathing was worsened as she looked up to Ilian approaching her.

She tried to speak. “Demon…” She muttered as her voice tore through her throat. “Where’s my son?”

Ilian paid no mind to her question as he held out a chip for her, barely a smile on his face to offer comfort. “Take it mother.” The woman’s cried out as Ilian pulled the chip away and kept it in his fist. He left his mother, heading to a boy, his brother, kneeling as his mind explored the City of Light. Ilian’s mother begged him, pleading for him to spare the life of his brother, but ALIE wouldn’t allow it. A knife was pressed to the boy’s throat by Ilian’s hand. “I’ll stop when you take the key.”

ALIE stood next to him, watching the scene carefully. “Do it. She’ll break.” Without another plead, Ilian cut his brother’s throat, gasps for air and one last breath came from the brother before he fell to the ground.

His mother cried out for the loss of her family. “He’s with father in the City of Light.” Ilian assured her as she looked to her husband, his life taken just minutes ago much like his sons had. “Take it mother.”

Another refusal.

ALIE had one last trick up her AI sleeve. “Put the knife to your own throat.” Ilian followed her instructions, his mother starting to thrash about as she begged for Ilian to lower the knife. Just before ALIE was to tell Ilian to slice his throat, she was distracted. “Y/N. Don’t.” She flickered away, leaving Ilian standing there, waiting for a command. The moments passed, his face stoic as his mother tried to get him to come back.

“You don’t ease pain. You overcome it. And we always will.” Without a moment’s hesitation, you grabbed the kill switch, pulling it and ending it all. No more ALIE.

Ilian let out a gasp as the knife was pulled from his throat, his heart racing at the thought of what might’ve happened. He looked down at the blade, his brother and fathers blood stained the metal as he looked to his mother, her head falling to the side as he rushed over.

“Mother!” He yelled and used the knife to cut her bonds. Her eyelids felt heavy, too much of her strength been used for sobbing and she barely had any left to live. “Help!” Ilian screamed. “Help!” He’s screams were for naught as the only ones around were his family, his brother and father both lying dead in their field and his mother joining them slowly.

“Ilian.” His mother mumbled, placing a hand on his cheek to pull his face to look down. “Avenge me.”

Ilian cried as his mother took her last breath and he pulled her into his chest, kissing her forehead as tears fell down his face. He tried to hold himself, losing his entire family broke him and he let it out, his scream ringing through the air as he clutched the useless key, vowing revenge on those who brought the City of Light to them: Skaikru.

In Polis, a week after ALIE’s demise, Kane and Abby were enjoying the simple things. They laid in bed together, post coital bliss etched on their faces as they panted.

“You are a terrible influence.” Abby whispered to Kane, moving her head to look at the man next to her. She rolled on top of him, her fingers tracing over his bare chest. “Roan is expecting me.” Kane nodded and Abby kissed him before grabbing her shirt and throwing it on. He watched with a smile as a different form of happiness than he felt 5 minutes ago took over his body. Abby removed her wedding ring from where she placed it for safe keeping, hesitating while holding the band that tied her to her deceased husband.

“Abby.” Kane whispered, putting his arms around her shoulders. She leaned back against his body. “Jake is a part of you.” He reminded her, taking the necklace from her hands and putting it back around her neck where it belonged. They smiled at each other, Abby leaning over to give him one last kiss before she had to leave. “Go. The King’s waiting but be careful. The tower’s safe, but we’re in dangerous ground here.” Abby nodded, pushing some of Kane’s hair out of his face before leaving the room to attend to Roan.

On the ground, outside the tower, a group of Trishanakru men sat together around a table, Ilian sat with them, his face stone as he stared at the wood in front of him. “The king protects Skaikru. Why?” He asked the ambassador next to him, Rafel.

“Because he is their puppet, Ilian.” Rafel told Ilian, getting the boy to turn his head and listen. “And anyone who protects the people who did this are as guilty as they are. Roan of Azgeda will hear me. As your ambassador, I have the right to challenge him. Single Combat.”

Octavia stood hidden in the shadows, listening as Rafel promising revenge on Skaikru and the king.

“I want justice, Skaikru did this, not the king.” Ilian told him, his jaw clenching in disgust at the mention of Skaikru.

“Do you want revenge for your family? When Trishanakru controls Polis, you will have it.” Rafel held a cup up in cheers, Ilian and the other men slowly following. “I promise when the King’s head falls, Skaikru falls with it.”

The doors to the throne room opened and Roan was led inside, his head picking up as he looked upon the throne and Echo standing to the side.

“Welcome to your throne room, my King.” She greeted. Roan didn’t say anything, walking past her as he looked about the room. “Now since the lift’s been repaired, I’ve doubled the guards on every floor.”

“Expecting trouble?” Roan stopped her, raising a brow.

Echo sighed. “I trust only Azgeda. Your mother taught me that, the people loved her for it.”

Roan stood in front the throne and turned to face the spy. “Our people feared her.”

“Because she was fierce and ambitious.”

Slowly taking a seat, Roan shook his head. “My mother’s ambition and her disregard for Lexa’s alliance got her killed.”

“If I may, why do you insist on ruling as Lexa did if its not the best for our people?” Echo asked. Roan hesitated. He couldn’t tell her of the world’s destruction, who knows what a spy would do with that information. “At least tell me there’s a reason.”

He didn’t get a response formed before the door to throne room opened and Kane and Octavia pushed themselves inside. “Forgive the intrusion, your highness. May we have a word?” Kane asked, glancing to Echo who narrowed her eyes. “Privately.”

“You can wait, just like all the other ambassadors.” She spat at Kane.

“Echo.” Roan caught her attention. “Leave us.” She spun around to look at him, confused as to why Skaikru would be given the special treatment. “Please.” She followed the order of her king, leaving Kane and Octavia alone with Roan.

“You were right to be concerned about Trishanakru.” Kane told him once the room was cleared. “Rafel is gonna challenge for your control.”

“Bold move for a new ambassador.” Roan pointed out, knowing Trishanakru isn’t fond of him as King. “Let him come.”

“With respect, you’re still recovering.”

“The law says you can choose someone to fight in your place.”

“No.” Roan shot Octavia’s idea down. “The clans would never accept someone who hides behind the law or someone else’s blade.”

“You’ll lose.” Octavia said simply, gesturing to the wound. “Lexa kicked your ass without a bullet hole in your chest.”

“We should cancel the gathering.” Kane stepped in, sending a look of disapproval to Octavia. “Delay it until you’re strong enough.”

“No.” Roan objected, leaving the duo to silently bicker as he walked away. “Letting the clans have a voice keeps the peace here. Azgeda holds this city through force alone, and the flame won’t keep the clans at bay forever.” He sat into the throne, showing his power over the Skaikru ambassadors. “If they unite against us, we could lose, and if we lose-“

“They come for Skaikru.” Octavia finished Kane gulped quietly.

“And the radiation will come for us all.”

Kane shook his head. “No one has to die. The point of our arrangement is to give us time to find a solution that will save everyone.”

“And how is that solution coming?”

“We’re working on it.” Kane assured him, having no clue of your advancements towards a proper solution. “In the meantime, I’m here to keep you in power. Let me talk to the ambassador.”

“Go ahead. Talk.” Roan allowed Kane. Kane turned around, beginning to walk towards the door before Roan’s voice stopped him. “But if you fail, I’ll have no choice but to fight.” Kane hesitated before nodding, sparing Octavia a look before leaving and heading to the Trishanakru ambassador.

Things in Arkadia weren’t going as well as you hoped. You, Bellamy, Raven, Clarke, and Monty were held up in a room, racking your brains to come up with a solution. You leaned against the window, staring at the falling rain, thunder and lightning accompanying it. It was hard to believe in a few months, this very rain could kill you.

“We’ve been at this for two days. There has to be something we’re not thinking of.” Bellamy groaned, moving from the drawing board over to you. You hadn’t pulled yourself away from the window for almost twenty minutes. He’d be more worried if he didn’t know how stressful this was. Bellamy leaned against the wall and you could see him from the corner of your eye, but you made no indication. He sighed, running a hand over his face. “What if we could reach the nearest nuclear reactor?”

Raven scoffed at his idea. “I told you the meltdown started months ago. There’s no magic button to turn them off. Today isn’t the black rain but it will be soon.” Clarke looked to the window, Bellamy and you perched in front of it. She caught Bellamy’s eyes before looking at you, your eyes unmoving from the rain. Water dripped in through the seals as Monty glanced to the ceiling. “That’s why we need to focus on riding out the radiation, finding someplace safe and big enough for all 500 of us.”

Her words brought you out of your rain watching and you narrowed your eyes to her. “And what about everyone else? I made a promise to Roan. We save everyone.”

“That’s why we need to tell everyone!” Raven stressed as she took a step closer to you, Bellamy and Clarke, trying to get her point across. “Crowdsource it. The grounders might know if there’s another Mount Weather out there.”

Bellamy looked to you, his voice softer than before as he watched you lean back on the window, tilting your head upon it. “You think they’d tell us?” He asks you, knowing that if they grounders knew anything, you’d be the one who’d be aware.

“I doubt it. We tell them that they’re dead if we don’t figure this out then the coalition is over, Roan falls and we’ll be dealing with grounders at our gate.” You told them all, firmly believing destruction will only come from crowdsourcing.

“Then just tell our people.” Raven argued. “I need more minds on this problem.” You held your head in your hands, hiding a yawn as you rubbed from your eyes to your temples. “On the ark, people volunteered for the culling because they were told the truth and given a choice.” Monty turned around, bracing himself against the table as he watched water drop into a bucket he placed earlier. Raven turned to Clarke. “A choice your dad died for.”

Clarke furrowed her brows and clenched her jaw. “You think I’ve forgotten that?” She spat.

“Okay, we’ll tell everybody the truth,” Bellamy broke the tension between the two girls. “as soon as we find a viable solution. Without it, it’ll cause a panic.”

“That’s it!” Monty yelled out as everyone turned to him, you even pushing yourself into the group as Monty spoke. “Alpha station survived in space for 97 years through elevated radiation levels and extreme temperature fluctuations. Sound familiar?” He asked you all rhetorically. “All we have to do is patch up the ship.”

A silence fell around the group as Bellamy and you exchanged a glance. “What are you saying?” you asked Monty, wanting to make sure you were understanding what he was getting at.

He looked to you, a small smile making way on his face. “I’m saying, we’re standing in our viable solution.” You all looked around the room, your viable solution sounding more and more better as each moment passed.

“Alright then.” Raven grinned, nodding to Monty. “Let’s get to work.” They started on what was needed, making a list of things to fix as you sighed in relief, moving back to look out the window.

You were going to do this. This was going to work.  

“Hey.” Bellamy whispered as he joined you at the window, much closer than he was before. You didn’t mind though, feeling him glance at you. Bellamy didn’t have to look long to notice the bags under your eyes and the way your shoulders drooped. “When was the last time you had slept?”

You chuckled under your breath, looking at him with a smile. “I think I got a few minutes in last night.” You said honestly. You barely have gotten more than a few hours since that day you went in the City of Light, the stress of everything piling on your plate just kept you up and as much as you tried, you couldn’t sleep for long.

“Y/N.”

You shook your head at Bellamy, knowing the talk about needing to sleep was coming. “I’m fine, I really am. We have our solution. Let’s just make sure it works, then I’ll sleep.” He looked just as tired as you when you took a second to study his features. “Besides Bellamy, you look like you need it just as much as I do.”

“How about, we both get some shut eye.” You both glanced back, seeing Monty and Raven working as Clarke stood next to them, watching over their work and providing a voice on occasion.

“I think we’re supposed to be helping.” You told him, bumping his shoulder with yours. He frowned as you tried to hide another yawn.

“Y/N-“

“Get some sleep.” Monty’s voice called over to you and Bellamy. You both turned, seeing the three of them watching you with knowing smiles. “You both need it.”

Bellamy looked at you, raising a brow as you rolled your eyes. “You sure you don’t need our help?” You asked, hating that you were leaving them to all the work.

Raven nodded. “We’re sure. You’re no use to us tomorrow if you pass out from sleep exhaustion.”

“Tomorrow?” Bellamy questioned.

“Yeah, tomorrow.” Monty nodded. “We need a working hydro-generator to store water and the only working hydro-generator is in Farm Station.”

“And that’s where Bellamy and I come in?” You understood. Farm Station landed in Ice Nation territory, getting there without running into said Ice Nation is a mission all on its own. You needed to be awake, not worrying about whether you had enough strength to aim your bow. You bit your lip, to try not to yawn, giving up when it proved a struggle. “Fine. Sleep it is.” You relented.

Bellamy smiled when you gave in, both of you saying goodnight to your friends before leaving. The halls were quiet, most Arkers fast asleep as you headed to your room. “You think this is going to work?” You asked Bellamy.

He didn’t say anything before sighing. “Monty and Raven know what they’re doing.”

You stopped walking, grabbing his hand to get him to join you. “But do you think this is going to work?” You looked into his eyes. Bellamy didn’t know what to say. You wanted to know if he thought there was a chance you’d all survive. He didn’t say anything though, and you got your answer. He didn’t know. You looked down the hall, seeing your door as you took a breath. “Goodnight Bellamy.” You whispered, letting go of his hand. Bellamy looked down to his hand, immediately feeling the loss of your touch before looking up and seeing you walk away.

“Goodnight Y/N.” he mumbled after you, staying in that spot as you disappeared behind the door. He half contemplated turning back to help the others, content with getting you to sleep, but you wanted him to sleep too. It was only fair. He headed straight to his room, groaning at the sight of his bed. He didn’t bother turning the light on as he pulled his shirt off and fell onto the mattress to try and get some sleep.

You were exhausted as you laid in bed, barely bothering to change out of your jeans but putting a tank top on instead of the long sleeve shirt and jacket you wore. You could hear the rain outside your window, the constant pounding slowly lulling you to sleep.

Your eyes flickered closed in the darkness, and the rain started to disappear, the sound instead replaced by a faint whispering.

“Y/N…” it said quietly. You stirred in your sleep, hearing it again. “Y/N…” Its breathy voice repeated in your head, getting louder and louder until it was screaming. “Skaikiler!”

You bolted awake, throwing yourself to sit up as your breathing become frantic and heavy. You turned your bed lamp on, glancing around the room for the cause of the voice. Your room was empty, you were completely alone and the only sound you could hear was the rain once again.

“What the hell?” You mumbled, trying to calm yourself. The voice was gone, and you tried to think back on it, but it didn’t sound like anyone you knew before. You tried to ignore it, turning off the light and burying yourself in the blanket, but you couldn’t close your eyes, the thought that the voice would return was unsettling. You groaned, throwing your legs over the side of the bed and grabbing your jacket. You covered yourself before walking out of your room, your door slamming behind you as you froze.

You knew you needed to sleep, Bellamy told you that much. You’d go outside for a breather, but it was raining, and raining and tired doesn’t usually make for a great mission the next day. You started walking, your feet taking you wherever they wanted and soon enough you ended at Bellamy’s door. If he was asleep, knocking on the door might be mean, he did need sleep too. Before you could even consider another option, you were knocking. You scolded yourself, hoping Bellamy wasn’t in there sleeping.

Bellamy was struggling to get to sleep as well, every time he tried his mind wanders, often coming to you. He tried to empty his mind, but it was no use, no matter what his thoughts remained. The knock on his door made him awake fully, not having expected anyone to come this late at night. He assumed it was Clarke to tell them they needed him for something. He groaned, pushing himself off his bed, turning on his lamp on the way up. His feet padded silently against the ground as he opened the door, not expecting to see you on the other side.

Your eyes were wide as the door was pulled open, a shirtless Bellamy in front of you as you looked away, feeling like you shouldn’t have just checked him out. When you finally looked back at him, you thanked that he hadn’t caught you, a yawn escaping him. “Y/N?”

“Sorry. I uh…” You stopped yourself. What were you doing here?

“You couldn’t sleep either?” He asked as you shook your head, happy to know it wasn’t just you. Although something tells you that he didn’t have voices in his head. “Come in.” He nodded towards his bed and stepped aside, letting you into his room. You stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do as Bellamy fell back into bed. He looked at you, raising a brow. “Come on, you still need to get some sleep.” You laughed, chewing on your lip and walking over to the bed. You were about to climb in before you remembered your jacket, pausing and turning off the light before pulling your jacket off. Bellamy didn’t say anything, watching your figure in the dark before you started to climb in. You laid on your side, facing away from Bellamy. You could feel him behind you, you knew he was staring at the back of your head.

He scooted closer to you, you doing the same and moving backwards until his body pressed against yours, more warmth coming from his chest than a blanket ever could’ve provided. His arm began to encircle your waist before slowly pulling away. Bellamy wasn’t sure if it was welcomed, he didn’t know if he already over stepped with sharing a bed. You didn’t say anything and grabbed Bellamy’s hand, bringing his arm back around your stomach. He grinned and pulled you even closer. Suddenly his thoughts stopped taking over his brain, the feeling of you next to him was enough for Bellamy to fall asleep comfortably. You fell asleep too not long after, hearing Bellamy’s breathing in your ear and the voice didn’t make another appearance that night.

Morning came faster than you thought as the morning sun came though Bellamy’s window. You moved in your sleep, now laying on Bellamy’s chest with his arms around you. You didn’t know if Bellamy was awake, picking your head up and placing your chin on his chest. He woke up a few minutes ago, watching you sleep peacefully. You didn’t look nearly as tired as you had last night, the extra hours you had spent with Bellamy asleep doing you both favors. You gave him a lazy smile, receiving one in return from him.

“Morning.” He spoke, his voice deeper and gravelly in the morning, obvious he slept well.

“Morning.” You whispered, stretching out your legs. They hit Bellamy’s and neither of you stopped them from getting tangled together. “How long were we asleep for?” you asked, hearing the days chatter begin outside Bellamy’s room.

Bellamy shrugged, not pulling his eyes off you. His eyes moved down from your face, seeing the scars on your body. There was a familiarity in this moment, the last time you and Bellamy woke like this you had just had sex for the first time. He left you for Pike. He wasn’t going to do that this time.

You caught his eyes moving to your scar on your shoulder, that one from the panther as you shifted. You reached over for your jacket, thrown on his bedside table and pulled it on. When you broke the comfort between you two, Bellamy was confused and wanting to stay a little longer with you, but when you grabbed your jacket, he knew what was wrong.

“Hey.” He said, pushing himself up to sit against the wall. You paused and looked him before slowly pulling your jacket the rest of the way on. “You don’t have to hide them from me.” He told you, reaching out to grab your hand. You swallowed, pulling your hand away before he could reach. He furrowed his brows. “Y/N?”

“It’s not you.” You admitted, refusing to look at him.

He waited for you to go on, but you hadn’t said more. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, offering a smile. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“No. Something’s on your mind, the same something that made you grab your jacket.” He reached for your hand once more, this time you allowed him to grab it. “Talk to me.”

You took a second, trying to find the words. “It’s dumb. I’ve lived with my scars for years, but when I was in the City of Light…” you stopped yourself, letting your eyes closed as you thought back to the City, staring at yourself in the building once again. Your scars were gone, you looked… normal. You opened your eyes again, blinking away the thoughts as you realized Bellamy had gotten closer, an arm pulled around your back as you both sat with your legs off the edge of the bed. “They weren’t there.” You blurted out.

Was it wrong to want to look like that again?

“I told you it’s dumb. Especially with everything that’s going on. My problems are-“

“Important.” Bellamy cut you off. He squeezed your hand. “Your problems are important Y/N and I promise you, we’ll get through this. We’ll survive.”

You smiled at him, feeling your cheeks heat up as he rubbed your back. “I’m holding you to that.” You both chuckled. “We should probably get going before someone files a missing people report.” You joked as Bellamy chuckled and both of you slowly got out of the bed.  

Checking in with Clarke, Raven and Monty, they explained the plan of retrieving the hydro-generator, you and Bellamy bringing along a group, specifically Monty, Harper, Miller, Bryan, and you two. It was yours and Bellamy’s job to bring Miller and Bryan up too speed and after a good 10 minutes, you were getting somewhere.

“Raven says we can get it sealed in a month.” Bellamy told them, your head nodding as he spoke. “The Ark is our Ark.”

“I get it.” Miller stopped him, processing the plan. “So, we freeze dry the meat until we can grow our own food, oxygen scrubbers, but how do we store enough water for 500 people?”

Bellamy looked to you, offering you the next explanation. “We don’t.” you took over. “That’s why we’re heading to Farm Station.”

Miller scoffed and knotted his brows. “Why the hell would we do that? That’s in Ice Nation, you know that better than anyone.”

Bryan groaned in pain as he stood up, the three of you looking at him in concern. “You just said it. We need a hydro-generator and Farm Station has one for crops.”

“Think you can get us there?” Bellamy asked Bryan before Miller interrupted.

“No way. Find another machine.”

“There aren’t any, Miller. Without it we’d barely, last a year. 5 would be impossible.” You told him, running a hand over your face. Miller considered it, looking in between you and Bellamy.

“Fine. I’m in, but Bryan stays here. His leg’s still healing.”

You looked at Bryan seeing him send a look to Miller before addressing Bellamy and you. “I’m in too.”

You knew he was only going because he wanted to prove he could, but that was only more dangerous. “Good. We leave in an hour.” Bellamy said as Miller scoffed, wondering why he even tries with his boyfriend. You followed Bellamy out of the room.

As soon as you both were gone, Miller grabbed Bryan’s attention. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Yeah I do.” Bryan told him, shaking his head. “Since Octavia murdered Pike, I’m the only one left who knows where it is.”

“Why are you defending him? Pike was a dictator!”

“He was elected chancellor, and if you don’t care about that, he kept me alive for three months.”

“Then why did you help us turn him over to the grounders?”

Bryan stared at Miller; the answer obvious in Bryan’s head. “To save you, Nate.”

Miller didn’t say anything, his arguments falling short knowing Bryan sacrificed Pike because he loved Miller. Miller pulled him in for a long loving hug, whispering sorry in his ear.

Monty went looking for his best friend, checking his room, the dining hall and the hangar bay before walking outside, the sound of pitchy singing coming from the middle of the camp. Monty grew confused, following the sound before seeing Jasper in the shower, scrubbing his body and singing along to the song stark naked in the camp, his only covering being a curtain surrounded the shower. Monty put his hands on his hips, watching his friend from afar before coming forward.

“Woah.” Monty said as he got closer, discovering Jasper’s naked body with a hand placed to hide Jasper. “Nice cap.” Monty called out, his hand still up and remaining up until Jasper was wearing clothes again. “You know you’re wasting our drinking water, right?”

Jasper just chuckled, continuing to use the loofah on his body. “You know we’re all going to die in 6 months, right?” he retorted, running the water over his face.

“Not if we find what we’re looking for today.” Monty tried to sound confident, knowing that finding the hydro-generator was huge.

Jasper scoffed, continuing on with his shower. “Oh please. Tell me about another pointless task Clarke has roped you into doing. Or better yet, don’t. I don’t want to keep anymore of her secrets.”

“We’re going back to Farm Station.” Monty moved on. “Why don’t you come with us.”

Jasper shook his head and turned off the water. “Monty.” He said and held his hands out. “Look at me.”

Monty turned away, using his hand once again to not see Jasper’s nakedness. “I’m really trying not to.”

“I’m fine. I’m having fun.” When Monty interrupted him, Jasper sighed. “I’m not going to kill myself.” He assured his best friend. “What’s the point?” He grabbed his towel, wrapping it around his body and smirked. “But if you want to cheer me up, while you’re at Farm Station, get that weed we stashed? Behind the wall of your old room?” He smiled at Monty, holding up his hand. “Come on. Don’t leave me hanging!”

Monty held up his own hand, both of them bringing their other hands up to high five themselves, their own special high five. Monty tried to hide his own smile as he pointed at Jasper and walked away, headed to meet you all at the hangar bay.

“Hey, you want a hug?” Jasper called out jokingly as Monty chuckled.

You lifted up a backpack, tossing it to Miller who put it in the rover, getting ready for your Ice Nation trip. You hoped that it would be a clean trip, but things don’t usually go your way.

“Battery’s full.” Bellamy said and you turned around to see Clarke walking over. “If we’re lucky, we won’t have to stop to discharge.”

Clarke nodded, pulling out Roan’s Ice Nation seal. “If Roan’s seal works the way it’s supposed to, we’ll be even luckier.” She muttered and handed it over to Bellamy. “If you get in trouble, just show this.”

You tapped Miller’s leg, telling him you’re going over as he nodded. “You can still come with us.” You told Clarke who shook her head.

“I can’t. Arkadia is just plan B. We need to find a solution that saves both us and the grounders.” You knew she was right. You promised Roan his people would be safe and protecting just your people wasn’t the way to do that.

“We save who we can save today.” Bellamy said, looking more at you than Clarke. He knew if anything went wrong for the grounders, you’d blame yourself. You were the one who made a promise to Roan.

“We should get going.” You reminded them. Bellamy nodded telling the others to load up.

“Hey, be careful, okay?” You nodded at Clarke’s words before heading to the rover, sending patting the side of it before climbing into the front seat. Bellamy joined you, sliding into the front seat and away to Ice Nation you went.

Bellamy parked far from the fallen ship, up on the hill as you all clambered out of the rover. “This is as far as we can get.” He called out as everyone approached the ledge, looking out at Farm Station. “From here we go on foot.”

“We get the hydro-generator and get out.” Miller instructed. “We don’t want to stay any longer than we need.” The ship was daunting, just like Alpha Station but covered in snow. Miller looked into his binoculars, his face falling instantly. “Guys, we have a problem.” Bellamy brought his gun up, looking into the scope as you all crouched down.

“What is it?” you asked, not able to see that far without help.

“The barn’s not empty.” Miller muttered over to you as your head dropped. Of course, it’s not empty, that would make this a million times easier.

“They moved in.” Bryan spoke in disbelief. “If it’s the same guys who attacked us, with our guns, we could take them.”

“We’re not here to fight them.” You said looking down at the Station. “We need the machine, if we don’t then Ice Nation will be the least of our troubles.”

“Guys?”

You picked your head up, turning to see Harper with an arrow drawn to her back. You aimed your own bow as Ice Nation grounders came out from the trees, all aiming their weapons at you and your friends.

“Weapons down. Now.” Bellamy told you all as he lowered his gun, Monty and Harper following. You and Miller hesitated but ultimately listened, leaving Bryan with his gun up.

“Bryan now.” You told him, placing your hand on the barrel gently, the boy allowed you to bring his gun down, watching the woman in front of you stare at you.

Bellamy pulled out the seal, showing it to the woman. “King Roan of Azgeda sent us.” The woman took the seal out of Bellamy’s hands, looking it over. Bellamy and you exchanged glances, but once Bellamy was looking away, the woman used the seal, hitting Bellamy in the head with it.

“Bellamy!” you yelled as he hit the ground unconscious. You were by his side, turning him in your lap to see him unconscious. You brushed his hair out of the way, checking for any injuries.

“Take their weapons. Let’s introduce them to the chief.”

A bow was placed to your head, stopping your movements. “Get up.”  A man said, nudging your head. You looked up at him, slowly moving Bellamy off your lap. He was staring to wake up, groaning as you shifted and stood up, raising your hands in the air.

The grounders tied everyone’s hands in front of them, leading you all into the Farm Station. You and Bellamy walked side by side, grounders grabbing your shoulders and shoving you and your friends to the ground. The seal was presented in front of you and Bellamy.

“Where did you get this?” The Ice Nation Chief asked Bellamy. You stayed quiet, glancing back at all your friends and seeing their equally pissed off and scared faces.

“King Roan. Skaikru and Azgeda are allies. He sent us to get a part of the ship, a machine.” Bellamy explained to him. The grounders obviously didn’t believe him as the Chief turned to the woman who knocked Bellamy out.

“King Roan hasn’t returned to Ice Nation in 3 years. The Banished Prince is not my king.” She told the Chief who pocketed the seal.

“You know Queen Nia is dead.”  You spoke harshly. They looked at you, narrowing their eyes. “That ‘Banished Prince’ is the rightful ruler of Ice Nation. Whether you like it or not.”  The chief pulled out his knife, making you realize no matter what you said about Roan being king, it wouldn’t be enough. “Look, if we were coming to take this place back, we’d of brought more people. You know that.”

Bellamy watched you, only understanding bits of what you were saying. The Chief came to you with the knife, tucking it under your chin and pulling your head up. “Just because you speak our language, doesn’t make you one of us, Skaikiler.”

Why did they always assume you wanted to be like one of them?

“Let’s get this over with, Davika.” The chief spoke to the woman before yanking you to your feet, cutting the rope binding your hands before doing the same to Bellamy.

“Release them.” He told his people who listened, all cutting your friends loose. Bellamy stepped closer to you, looking at you to make sure you were fine, and you nodded. “Where is this machine for the king?”

At Arkadia, Raven managed to get a few people to help with the ships repair, telling them that they need to get the ship ready for the winter, not for the worlds end. She sent the workers on their way. She looked up, seeing Clarke walking her way and shook her head. “There is so much work to do and I get a total of 5 volunteers to help me?”

“It’s a start.”

“I can’t run this repair on my own Clarke!” She tried not to yell and alert the others. “Even if I had complete mobility, or even if Sinclair was still alive.” Her voice dropped at the mention of her mentor. “Who the hell am I to give them orders? I’m not the chief engineer.”

“And I’m not the chancellor.” Clarke shook her head slowly, shrugging her shoulders. “Yet, here we are. For what it’s worth, there’s nobody I trust more to do this than you.” Raven looked up, taking in Clarke’s words. “As soon as Bellamy and Y/N get back with the machine, we go public and get you the help you need.”

“Am I interrupting?” Jaha spoke to the girls as they turned around, seeing the man join in on their conversation. They looked at each other before Jaha spoke up again. “I used to be an engineer. I supervised the redesign of sector 5.”

“And how many people died in sector 5 during the culling when you sucked the air out of their lungs?”

“42.” Jaha said quickly, not taking Raven’s spite. “Would you like to know their names?” Raven scoffed and stormed off, leaving Jaha and Clarke to talk before Clarke stopped her.

“Raven, we could use the help.” She reminded the engineer who stopped herself, turning around with crossed arms.

“You know he made me cut my wrists to force your mom to take the chip, right?” Raven recapped. “He searched for the City of Light. He brought ALIE here. He showed her how to overcome free will.”

“Yes.” Jaha knew what he had done. “Those are my sins and I have to live with them.”

Raven scoffed. “You wanna help? Go sort the scraps.” Jaha nodded as Raven finished her storming off, glancing at Clarke before following the Reyes instruction.

The chief led you through the halls of the Farm Station in a line. “Since when does a grounder know how to power on a spaceship?” Monty pointed out as you overheard. He had a point, grounders wouldn’t know that.

“No talking.” Dakiva said as she shoved Monty forward on her order. You were stopped at the end of the hallway, the door leading into the engine room closed as you waited. Bellamy reached behind himself for your hand and you took a step forward, hiding your joined hands between your bodies.

The door was opened, and you were led inside. “Slaves!” The chief shouted. “Eyes down.”

Your breath was caught, staring out amongst the Ice Nation’s slaves. They were Farm Station.

“What is this?” You muttered to the Chief who just sent you a glare.

“Do what you came here to do.” Your eyes landed on a little girl, her face covered in grime and you started forwards, wanting to check on her but Bellamy stopped you, shaking his head. You looked back at her, her eyes locking on yours.

He was going to leave them? He couldn’t just leave them. There were kids here! Teenagers! They don’t deserve this.

Monty pointed out the generator for all of you and Chief began bringing you up. The stairs.

“Riley?” Bryan’s voice caused you to turn around, seeing him look at a ‘slave’ down the line. Riley turned back around, his back to Bryan as Bryan approached him. “Riley! We thought you were dead.”

“Bryan, don’t!” Bellamy yelled as the two of you rushed back down the stairs. The chief pushed himself between Bryan and Riley and you grabbed Bryan, stepping in front of him as Bellamy stood next to you.

“Only the machine. The rest is ours.” Their chief told you. You felt Bryan move from behind you as you stopped him, staring down the Chief before Bellamy pulled your elbow and you all went for the machine.

Roan grunted as he swung at Echo with his sword, dodging swings of her own as they sparred. He slid on the ground to avoid a strike, rising to his feet and kicking her knee out. But when he raised his arm in the air to swing down at her one final time, he groaned out in pain, his bullet wound stopping him from delivering the blow. He leaned forward, supporting himself on the sword before Echo kicked the sword out and held hers against his neck.

“Damn it.” He groaned, pushing Echo away.

Abby called out from the side of the room, stepping forwards. “Let me take a look.” She pulled down Roan’s shirt, looking at the scarred skin. “It’s healing but you need more time.”

“I don’t have time.”

“Why did you accept this challenge? You’re a king, make your own rules.” Echo told Roan as she watched him pick up his sword, groaning as he bent over.

“I told you. I won’t be that kind of king.” She swung her sword, engaging in their match again until Roan strained his chest again. He moved his sword to his right hand, using that arm instead to attack back on Echo. Echo had the upper hand as she struck Roan in the shoulder, kicking his stomach and sending him the floor in pain. He clutched his injury, gasping as Echo stood over him.

“I would be honored to take your place in this fight.” She extended a hand to him, but Roan pushed himself up without the help.

“I will not run from this fight.”

“Echo’s right.” Abby said, putting her opinion in. “I didn’t save your life so you could tear yourself apart again.

Roan narrowed his eyes at the women. “Since when are you two on the same side? If you can’t help me, then why the hell are you still here?”

Abby didn’t say anything, instead choosing to leave like he wanted. “This fight can still be avoided.” Echo said once Abby was gone. “Protecting Skaikru gives the other clans an excuse to challenge you. Let me care of it. Let me do what your mother would’ve done.” She started her attack again as Roan ducked, yelling no to her. “Then please, tell me what Skaikiler could’ve offered you. What deal could she offer be worth losing the fate of your people?”

“A chance to survive the end of the world.” Roan finally told her. “That’s what they’re offering to us. Soon Praimfaya will come again and destroy everything. Skaikru is trying to stop it.”  

Echo’s face fell. “My king, they’re lying to you. They’d say anything to save themselves.” Roan shook his head, wanting to believe his trust in you was rightfully placed. “Let me prove it to you. Send me to Arkadia.”

“Your only concern now should be helping me win. Once I do, you may go to Arkadia. Prove my trust in Y/N is deserved.”

Echo quirked her brow. “Y/N?” she questioned her kings use of your name.

Roan paused. “Skaikiler.” He corrected himself before swinging his sword, not letting Echo get another word in before they were sparring again.

Rafel and Ilian and their men sat around again, Rafel sharpening a knife as he spoke. “Once I have accused Roan of crimes against our people for protecting Skaikru, he’ll demand proof. Ilian will be out first witness.” At Rafel’s words, Ilian looked to him, seeing Kane and Octavia walk their way over Rafel’s shoulder.

He pushed himself out of his chair, the other men doing so as well. Ilian held his knife behind him. “Ambassador, may we speak in private? We know you’re planning on challenging King Roan.”

Everyone was watching, even those not previously involved in the conversation. “Leave us.” He told everyone. “Ilian, stay.” Kane and Ilian both took a seat, Octavia staying for Kane’s protection.

“I’d like to ask you to reconsider.” Kane started, using his kindest tone.

Rafel laughed in his face. “Ask? After everything your people have done, you expect diplomacy?”

“Skaikru is not your enemy.”

Ilian slammed his hand down on the table, removing it to the show the chip laying upon the surface. “Skaikru made me murder my entire family. I have no one left.”

Kane offered an apologetic frown. “I’m sorry for your loss, but the chip technology affected every clan. You blame Skaikru for the City of Light, but shouldn’t you credit us for destroying it as well? After everything we’ve suffered, why should we spill more blood?”

Rafel smirked as he looked towards the younger boy. “You see Ilian. The King can’t fight. Otherwise his minions wouldn’t be trying to stop us.”

Octavia stepped in, leaning forward and towering over Ilian. “If the King wasn’t hurt, do you really think this coward would give a crap about your family?”

“Since you landed here, your people have done nothing but rip our world apart!” Rafel shouted, stopping Octavia from saying the obvious truth. He looked to Kane with a scowl. “Reap what you sow, ambassador. The time of Skaikru is over.”

He walked off and Ilian stood up, grabbing the chip and following behind him. “Well.” Octavia frowned watching the two walk away. “That went well.” Kane scoffed, leaving as well as Octavia glared at Rafel, knowing what she had to do.

Clarke was struggling. Plan B was a great plan if the hydro-generator pulled through, but to save everyone like you promised Roan? That was seeming to be impossible. There were just too many people.

“Damn it!” Clarke yelled, swiping her work off the table and burying her head in her hands. She was trying to focus, really just clearing her head in hopes it helps, but she couldn’t as music started getting louder from somewhere in the ark.

She knotted her brows, taking a look at the population sheet she had before needing to find the source. She stormed around the ark, heading outside and seeing a mess of kids, all of them standing around, drinking, or kicking a ball. Clarke was stunned, walking through the masses and arriving at Jasper, hanging onto a rover with the music on the highest volume.

“Can we talk?” Clarke called up at him, getting the boys attention as he stopped singing along to the music.

“Sure.” Jasper told her, jumping on the rover and following her. “I’ve got about 6 months. What’s up?”

“I’m trying to make sure we get more than 6 months, which is why these people need to get back to work.”

“I didn’t force them to stop. I guess they think it’s the end of the day, not end of days.” He took a sip of his drink, Clarke shaking her head in disbelief.

“Don’t you want us to survive, Jasper?”

“No, I don’t want us to survive.” Jasper said simply. “I want us to live.”

“If we don’t repair the ship, none of us will get that chance.” Clarke spoke quieter, trying to get her point across.

“And what about free will? That’s why Y/N destroyed ALIE, right? So why don’t you tell them all the truth?” Jasper gestured to the people, his voice getting louder as Clarke shushed him. “Let them decide what they want to do with their last 6 months. What are you so afraid of?”

“We can’t just go to them with no solution. People will Panic.”

Jasper nodded and faked a laugh. “Spoken like the council that sent 100 kids to die on the ground.” He backed away from Clarke, talking a sip of his drink and singing along to the music, leaving Clarke figure out a solution by herself.

Moral at the Farm Station was down as you all worked on removing the hydro-generator. Well, Bellamy and you stood off to the side, while everyone else who knew what they were doing was working.

“We can’t just leave them.” Bryan muttered, the 6 of you keeping your voices quiet to not raise suspicion and have grounders overhear.

“We’re in the collation, Y/N do you think the King would free them?” Harper asked, glancing out of the corner of her eye.

You bit your lip, thinking about it. “Roan’s people don’t respect him, but it’s our best bet.”

“They’re right.” Bellamy agreed, stepping closer to the group. “We try diplomacy first. If that doesn’t work, we come with reinforcements for the slaves.” He looked at Bryan, knowing he disagreed with the plan that put his friend at risk. “After we take home the machine, right?” Everyone nodded their heads.

The little girl who you wanted to help earlier walked in between you and Bellamy carrying a pitcher of water. As soon as she passed you, she dropped a cloth onto the ground and kept walking. You looked around, trying not to get caught as you stepped on it moving it towards Bellamy to hide it.

“Bell, look down.” You whispered in his ear, pretending like you were helping with the machine. He looked at you in confusion before glancing to the ground, seeing you remove your foot and uncover the note. He didn’t waste a second to crouch down at pick it up, reading it quickly.

“They’re moving them tomorrow.” Bellamy read from the note and stood up, looking back to see you hide your worries.

“We can’t wait.” You told them. If you didn’t get these people out of here, who knows what would happen to them.

“Are there any other exits?” Bellamy asked.

Bryan shook his head. “No. It’s completely sealed. Came down from space in here because it’s the most secure room in the ship.

“It’s designed that way in case the hydrazine blew.” Monty added. Bellamy’s eyes widened.

“What?” You asked, trying to figure out if you missed something.

“We have a bomb.” He whispered, realization dawning on all your faces.

Miller was the first one to speak up, opposed to the idea. “The end of the world is coming, and you want to use our one chance of our people’s survival as a bomb?”

“Not all our people.” Bryan pointed out, glancing at his brother in disbelief. “Riley?”

“I vote take it home.” Miller argued with his boyfriend.

“No, we blow it up.”

“I’m with Bryan.” Harper agreed and sides were beginning to take place. “I know what it’s like to be locked up and afraid. You didn’t leave us in Mount Weather, and we can’t leave them here.”

“Can we build another machine?” You asked Monty, knowing soon a decision was going to come and despite the outcome, people will die.

“Are you kidding? The techs way too advanced.” Monty shot your idea down. You groaned quietly, trying to think of anything.

Bellamy grabbed your hand and squeezed before releasing it. “We have 6 months. You’re telling me Raven can’t figure out another way to make water?”

“Yes.” Monty pressed. You looked around slowly, hoping you all weren’t drawing eyes. Monty sighed. “Look I know you want to make up for the things you done, we all do, but we need to think big picture here. We’re talking about the human race. We need to get this machine back to Arkadia. It’s the only way.”

“It’s two-two, guys. Bellamy? Y/N?”

Your eyes fell on the little girl before you saw Bellamy looking at you. “There are kids here, Bellamy. She can’t be any older than I what I was. I can’t leave them.” Bellamy nodded, grabbing your hand once again and telling the group the plan to save them all.

As soon as the Hydro-generator was free, Monty, Bellamy, Harper, and Bellamy carried the hydro-generator out of the room. Each of them had a hand on it as you passed by the Farm Station people. They looked broken, everyone watching you all, but you kept your head down, looking up only as you passed by the girl once again.

The door closed as you exited walking behind everyone next to Bryan. You heard it shut before Miller lost his hold the generator. “Watch it Miller!” Bryan shouted ahead.

“Wait, wait! Just set it down here!” Monty instructed as the other three listened, letting the generator onto the floor. He bent down, activating the bomb as you and Bellamy locked eyes, preparing for the next few seconds. “Now!”

You turned to the grounder next to you, the same one who held a bow to your head earlier and threw your fist into his face, sending him to the floor in one swing. You were about to run before another came behind you, grabbing your fist to keep from you punching him but you threw your elbow up, hitting him in the nose and sending him backwards.

“Y/N!” Bellamy shouted as you looked up, seeing everyone run back into the other room. You jumped over the bomb, grabbing Bellamy’s hand as the bomb started ticking.

“Kill them!” Dakiva shouted as Bellamy and you grabbed the door, pushing it closed together.

The bomb exploded, taking out most of the ship except the room you were in. The Chief didn’t waste a second before coming after your friends and you, swinging his axe at Miller before Bellamy body checked him. The chief groaned out in pain as Bellamy and Miller started beating him together.

“Stop! Stop!” Bryan shouted as he pulled Miller off. You thought he wanted him to die, that was the plan. Harper kicked the man in the head, and you had to admit, it was a nice kick. “This isn’t your kill! This is Monty’s kill!”

Everyone fell silent, looking at Bryan. “What are you talking about?” Monty asked, stepping out from behind Harper.

“This is the man who killed your father.” You were all in shock. This was Monty’s kill.

He picked up the chief’s axe, holding it his hand as he tried to control his anger.

“Monty, you don’t have to do this.” Bellamy tried getting Monty to listen, but you grabbed his arm, pulling Bellamy back next to you.

Monty didn’t even look at him. “Yeah, I do.” He lifted the axe above his head, grunting in anger as he repeatedly drove the axe into the chains next to him, freeing the slaves. You were proud of him, he didn’t need to kill his father’s killer. Instead, he let Farm Station do it. They needed their revenge more than he did.

Clarke walked into Raven’s workshop, looking around for said engineer. “Raven?” She called out, not receiving any response from Raven, but from Jaha.

“Polyethylene silicon elastomers.” He said, pointing to the barrels next to him. “We don’t need that to survive winter or a grounder attack. What are we really preparing Alpha Station for?” Clarke didn’t say anything, unsure how to approach this. Jaha chuckled, tossing his tools down. “Heavy lies the crown.” He told her. “I know the burden of keeping a secret you think is going to destroy your people.”

“You locked me up.” She stopped him. “You floated my father.”

“Now you understand why. No leader starts out wanting to lie, imprison or execute their people. The decisions you face whittle you down piece by piece.”

Clarke didn’t want to admit it, but Jaha knew what he was talking about. “What do I do?” She asks, needing any advice.

“I’ll tell you what I told your mother after the culling. We make the best decisions that we can with the information that we have, then hope that there's a forgiving god.” Clarke listened, but she knew you all needed more than a forgiving god.

Abby stood by her window, looking down at the city of Polis as her door opened and in walked Kane.

“Can Roan fight?” He asked her, needing to know how much trouble they were in.

Abby shook her head. “It’s too soon.” Based on today’s events, Roan was in no condition to fight anyone.

Kane groaned, letting his head fall. “One simple task and I’m failing.”

Abby comforted him, caressing his cheek. “No. You’ll figure it out.” She assured him, but Kane saw past Abby’s confidence.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his turn to comfort him.

Abby shook her head, pausing before answering him. “There’s nothing more that I can do for Roan.”

Kane nodded as he understood. “You need to go back to Arkadia and Clarke.” It hurt him, but he knew Abby needed to leave. He caught sigh of her bare neck as he pushed the hair of his way, furrowing his brows. “Your necklace?” Jakes ring no longer sat upon Abby’s neck. Kane pulled Abby into him, kissing her goodbye as he held her.

Octavia walked in the dead of night wearing a black cloak to hide herself amongst the grounders. She took a look around her, making sure she wouldn’t be caught as she walked into Rafel’s home.

“It’s about time, pour the wine.” Rafel told her, unknown to who it really was in his house as he ate. When no wine was poured, he looked up surprised to see Octavia standing there. “What the hell do you want?”

“I’m here to ask you one last time to back down.”

He kept eating his food, picking it apart. “Are you trying to frighten me, little girl?”

Octavia walked around the table, coming closer to him. “If your problem is really with Skaikru, not Roan, challenge me instead.”

“You’re not worthy of my blade.” He laughed at her.

“I came here to change your mind.”

“You can’t. Trishanakru will have its justice.” Octavia picked up the long skinny dagger on the table, twisting it in her hand before forcing it through Rafel’s ear. Rafel’s speak was cut immediately, his head falling onto the table as he died.

“Long live the king.” She said and pulled the weapon out of his ear, cleaning up the blood on the dagger as well as the blood dripping from his ear, leaving no trace this was a murder. She pulled her hood back on, walking out of the deceased ambassador’s home.

The 13 clans met the next day, Rafel’s threat of a challenge looming over Kane and Roan’s head. Kane and the other ambassadors entered the throne room and Kane approached Roan right away. “Please, it’s not too late to cancel.”

“You failed.” Roan said as he sat upon the throne. “We do this Azgeda’s way. Single Combat. Take your seat, ambassador.” Kane wanted to say more but decided against it, moving back into his seat. Roan looked around the room, his eyes falling upon an empty seat for the ambassador. “Where is Rafel kom Trishanakru?” No one answered but the door opened to Echo, marching to Roan and whispering in his ear. He nodded as she stepped away. Roan glanced at a confused Kane before standing up. “The Ambassador was found dead this morning.” Gasps went around the room as Roan went on. “His heart stopped.” Everyone bowed their heads along with Roan. “May the spirits of the commanders guide him safely home.” Kane looked towards Octavia, not needing much to go on to know she killed Rafel. “Let us begin.”

Ilian turned his head, looking to Octavia behind him. “You going to kill me, too?” He asked her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Octavia played dumb, making Ilian mad as he turned back face front. She extended an arm forward, putting it on his shoulder. “I’m sorry about your family.” She told him before pulling away and leaving the clan meeting.

The ride back to Arkadia was rough, the back of the rover filled to the brim with people as you sat up front with Bellamy and bags on your lap. Bellamy came to a stop as you all climbed out, not saying a word about the mission. Miller and Bryan were already out when you managed, overhearing a bit of their conversation of whether or not Miller thought it was worth saving them. You moved around to the back of the rover, helping people alongside Bellamy. Seeing Alpha Station was a shock to them, they probably hadn’t seen much being in chains.

Bellamy and you helped Riley down, watching his hip as he clutched it in pain. “Riley?” Clarke called out as she approached, confused as to where all these people were coming from.

“Clarke.” Riley whispered before they hugged.

“I can’t believe you’re alive.” She told him, pulling away to look at him.

“I am now.” He turned around, both of them watching you and Bellamy help the little girl and a woman out of the rover.

The little girl clutched the back of Bellamy’s jacket after he helped her down. “Get Riley and the others to the med bay. Tell them we’ll take them to their villages in the morning.” Bellamy told Monty. He started to lead the girl to Riley who stuck out his hand, but she pulled away and ran to you.

You gasped in surprise as she wrapped her arms around your waist, hugging you tightly. You stood there, unsure as what to do before slowly hugging her back. The look of shock on your face remained when she pulled away, letting Riley lead her away.

You hadn’t seen Raven approach, too caught up in your hug before she spoke. “Where is it?” She questioned, not seeing the hydro-generator in the rover.

“We didn’t get the machine.” Bellamy told her, sparing you a glance.

“It didn’t survive the landing?”

“No, it did.” You jumped in. “But we had a choice. Bring the machine or save them.”

“Oh, we are so screwed.” Raven muttered shaking her head.

“We have time. We’ll figure it out, but I’m not sacrificing any more innocent lives.” Bellamy defended himself.

“You just did.”

“I made the call, and I’ll live with it.

Raven scoffed. “Yeah, and you’re not the only one who has to live with your call, as usual.”

You stepped up, tired of this conversation. “Stop! Both of you! You weren’t there. This wasn’t just Bellamy’s call, it mine too. Do you wanna look that kid in the eyes? Go tell Riley that you think we should’ve left them for dead.” You pointed off in the direction Riley and the girl left.

The three of them looking at you in shock as Clarke nodded. “Ok.” She turned to Raven, her voice lowering. “How many of us will the ship sustain without a hydro-generator?” You felt Bellamy’s hand on your back as Raven answered, telling her not more than a hundred. You all sighed, looking out at the people you and Bellamy saved and the people that needed to be saved. “What am I supposed to tell the people now?”

“How about the truth?” Raven suggested, unsure as to why this was even a question. “Crowdsource it, like we talked about.”

Clarke looked to you and you nodded. “Call for a general meeting.” She told Raven who took off. You and Bellamy stayed back with her.

“What are you going to do?” Bellamy asked.

Clarke paused, thinking back on the advice Jaha gave her. “Hope that there’s a forgiving god.”

The meeting was started as soon as everyone was rounded up, Clarke stepping up to address everyone as you stood off to the side with Bellamy and Raven.

Clarke explained everything, all about what ALIE showed you and everything about Praimfaya. “So now you know the truth.” She told them. “I know you’re afraid. I know you’re angry, but when Y/N shut down ALIE, she knew there would a way to get through this together.” Heads turned to look at you, but you didn’t stare back, choosing instead to focus on Clarke’s speech. “Alpha Station is that way. Every single one of us will survive on this ship.”

Your mouth fell open a little. “She didn’t just…” you whispered, looking at Bellamy who nodded. You should’ve known Clarke wouldn’t tell the truth.

She finished up her speech, asking for volunteers and promising them they’ll survive.  She left her spot, joining the three of you.

“Nice Speech.” Sarcasm obviously came from Raven’s voice as Clarke took a deep breath.

“Sometimes hope is more important than truth.”

“Your dad would be so proud.” Raven scoffed at her.

Clarke narrowed her eyes. “You wanted workers. You got them.” Clarke was right, there was a bunch of people who were now volunteering to help. Raven sent her a glare before leaving, leading the volunteers to the hangar bay. The three of you watched her leave.

“We save who can save today.” Bellamy told you both, repeating his words from earlier. You looked up at him, giving him a thin smile before looking to the rover. Your stomach as you caught sight of someone standing there next to it, someone who definitely shouldn’t be there.

Lexa?

You couldn’t believe your eyes and you shouldn’t have because the moment you blinked, she was gone. No one else having seen anything. You cleared your throat, blinking your eyes a few times more as you looked around, your sights landing on the rover in hopes of what? That your deceased friend would be there?

Clarke and Bellamy started walking away but your feet were planted in place. Bellamy paused, seeing you not move. “You coming?”

You looked at him, nodding your head. “Yeah… yeah, I’ll catch up.” You told him. He didn’t say anything as he kept walking taking glances back at you.

You brought your hand up to the back of your neck, feeling the spot where the flame was inserted. The flame? Lexa? The voice?

What the hell?

A/N: Well it’s been a while! Feedback is greatly appreciated and yeah, especially since it’s been a few weeks since I posted Banished. 

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So yes I am completely new to this so don't make fun of me or I will fucking cry :)

So recently on about Tuesday elliot page formerly known as Ellen Page came out as transgender and non binary. And it's really beautiful to me if you ask me

So I just thought I would go ahead and share the history of this fine gentlemen :)

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Elliot page was born February 21st 1987 in Halifax Regional Municipality Canada

Some shows/movies he was in

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Elliot page starred in "the wet season" (2002) as a portrayed character named Jocelyn also featuring Maury Chaykin and Valerie Buhagiar (elliot page was 15 years old at the time)

Elliot page starred in "marion bridge" (2002) portrayed as a character named Joanie also featuring molly parker and Marguerite McNeil(elliot page was 15 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "Touch & Go" as a portrayed character named Trish also featuring Cassie MacDonald and Patricia Zentilli (elliot page was 16 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "love that boy" (2003) as a portrayed character named Suzanna also featuring Nadia Litz and Adrien Dixon (elliot page was 16 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "wilby wonderful" (2004) as a portrayed character named Emily anderson also featuring Paul Gross, Sandra Oh and Rebecca Jenkins (elliot page was 17 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "hard candy" (2005) as a portrayed character named Hayley Stark also featuring Patrick Wilson and Sandra Oh (elliot page was 18 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "mouth to mouth" (2005) portrayed as a character named sherry also featuring Natasha Wightman and August Diehl (elliot page was 18 at the time)

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Elliot page starred in "X-Men: last stand" (2006) portrayed as a character named kitty pryde also featuring Hugh Jackman and Famke Janssen (elliot page was 19 at the time)

Elliot paged starred in "an american crime" (2007) portrayed as a character named sylvia likens also featuring Catherine Keener and Ari Graynor (elliot page was 20 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "juno" (2007) portrayed as a character named Juno McGuff also featuring Michael Cera, Jennifer Garner, Jason Bateman and J. K. Simmons (elliot page was 20 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "The Tracey Fragments" (2007) portrayed as a character named tracey berkowitz also featuring Maxwell McCabe-Lokos and Ari Cohen (elliot page was 20 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "the stone angel" (2007) portrayed as a character named arlene simmons also featuring Ellen Burstyn and Dylan Baker (elliot page was 20 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "smart people" (2008) portrayed as a character named Vanessa weatherhold also featuring Sarah Jessica Parker and Thomas Haden Church (elliot page was 21 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "whip it" (2009) portrayed as a character named Bliss cavendar also featuring Drew Barrymore and Kristen Wiig (elliot page was 22 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "peacock" (2010) portrayed as a character named Maggie Bailey also featuring Cillian Murphy and Susan Sarandon (elliot page was 23 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "inception" (2010) portrayed as a character named ariadne also featuring Leonardo DiCaprio and Joseph Gordon-Levitt (elliot page was 23 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "super" (2010) portrayed as a character named Libby/ boltie also featuring Rainn Wilson, Kevin Bacon and Liv Tyler (elliot page was 23 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "to Rome with love" (2012) portrayed as a character named Monica also featuring Jesse Eisenberg and Woody Allen (elliot page was 25 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "the east" (2013) portrayed as a character named Lizzy also featuring Brit Marling and Alexander Skarsgård (elliot page was 26 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "touchy feely" (2013) portrayed as a character named Jenny also featuring Rosemarie DeWitt and Allison Janney (elliot page was 26 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "X-Men: days of future past" (2014) portrayed as a character named kitty pryde also featuring Hugh Jackman, Jennifer Lawrence, James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender (elliot page was 27 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "tiny detectives" (2014) portrayed as a character named detective Ellen also featuring Kate Mara and David Marciano (elliot page was 27 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "into the forest" (2015) portrayed as a character named Nell also featuring Evan Rachel Wood and Max Minghella (elliot page was 28 at the time)

Elliot page starred in and was the producer of "freeheld' (2015) portrayed as a character named Stacie andee also featuring Julianne Moore, Steve Carell and Michael Shannon (elliot page was 28 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "tallulah" (2016) portrayed as a character named tallulah also featuring Allison Janney and Tammy Blanchard (elliot page was 29 at the time)

Elliot page starred in and was the producer of "my days of mercy" (2017) portrayed as a character named Lucy Morrow also featuring Kate Mara and Amy Seimetz (elliot page was 30 at the time)

Elliot starred in and was also the producer of "the cured" (2017) portrayed as a character named Abby also featuring Sam Keeley and Tom Vaughan-Lawlor (elliot page was 30 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "flatliners" (2017) portrayed as a character named Courtney Holmes also featuring Kiefer Sutherland and Nina Dobrev (elliot page was 30 at the time)

Elliot page starred in "umbrella Academy" (2019) portrayed as a character named Vanya Hargreeves also featuring Robert Sheehan Aidan Gallagher (elliot page was 32 when started)

Some Facts about elliot page

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Elliot page married Emma Portner back in 2018

On February 14th 2014 "Ellen" page came out as homosexual

December 1st 2020 elliot page came out as transgender and non binary

Elliot page is 5'1

Elliot page is a Pisces

Elliot page is vegan, in 2014 peta named elliot and Jared leto the sexiest vegetarians of the year

Elliot page has a net worth at $14,000,000

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DICKINSON IS IN PRODUCTION OF SEASON 3 AND CAST UPDATES (PART 33)

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Hailee Steinfeld is back home in California with her family! She posted some pictures on her Instagram!

Hailee posted a picture with Ella, to which Ella reposted on her Instagram story with a series of emojis, "😭💗😭".

Hailee's new favorite place is the bar where the Dickinson Season 3 wrap party took place on June 18th, a few nights back. If you're in Brooklyn, go give the bar a visit. It's the Llohi Bar (@ llohibk on Instagram) I'm not from the US, which is very unfortunate. Go have a party there for me okay bestie lmao.

Hailee also posted a picture of Bandits on The Run with fellow cast mate, Adrian Blake Enscoe.

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The 100 6x07 analysis - putting the mind at ease

I absolutely loved this episode, the attention to detail, the explanations, the tone, and pacing. It was definitely my favorite of the season so far. And, climbing the charts to the best of the series but you’d have to work really hard to top a The 100 finale. This season is shaping up to be the best, the stories they’re exploring, the sci-fi content, the unpredictability, everything is top notch. Well done Jason and the writers, are you good friends with Elon Musk?

Ready to take a trip down memory lane, buckle up, it’s a long ride, ready, let’s go! I’m breaking this up into Clarke’s encounters with her ghosts since it takes place solely in her mind. It’s fitting for Clarke to wake up in her prison cell given that she’s literally trapped in her subconscious. Also, if I had to picture the inside of it, I’d see drawings everywhere too.

The safe space - daddy’s arms

To me, it seems like the images and voices she encounters first are those she’s lost except for her child. Finn, Wells, Lexa, and of course her father. When Clarke realizes she’s dead, she’s glad her fight is finally over but regrets not being able to say goodbye. To Madi and mom. I’ve seen some people upset that she didn’t include Bellamy, that’s because she did greet him in a certain way when she apologized and told him he was her family.

Now, the weather is a direct product of her mood. When she encounters Jake, the sun is bright in a place she was once happy. Then, the thunder starts when she gets upset. I would have liked it to be Jake himself letting her in on the heartbeat and the fact that she’s alive but he’s only a figment of her imagination. Meaning it’s the way she would have wanted it too. 

I imagine this scene as the life Clarke pictured living. Content, with her father alive and Madi going to school while she draws and farms.

A.L.I.E to the rescue

Those words make no sense. Funny how she instantly transforms into Wanheda in the presence of the AI. I had some other theories on why Clarke survived and then I watched a Youtube video by the Theorizer before the episode aired which explained this fact and it made complete sense. A.L.I.E saved Clarke.

How does this work? I found an article in Techworld that explains it as follows: “At its most basic form, neural lace is an ultra-thin mesh that can be implanted in the skull, forming a collection of electrodes capable of monitoring brain function. It creates an interface between the brain and the machine.

To insert neural lace, a tiny needle containing the rolled up mesh is placed inside the skull and the mesh is injected. As the mesh leaves the needle it unravels, spanning the brain.”

To remove the neuro mesh from Clarke’s brain, they would have to EMP her. In other words, remove Josephine from the brain, drain the last of the neuro mesh and re-insert the body-snatcher.

Furthermore, I’d like to touch on the subject of there is no joy without pain. Believing this is tragical. Sure, life does include unpleasant bumps and hurdles but joy can certainly exist without pain. A glimpse into her trampled heart.

Then, A.L.I.E tells her the painful memories aren’t present. This boggles me somewhat because like I’ve said her most prominent drawings are those she’s lost. Isn’t that painful enough? Is that why she moved on to Mount Weather and the fighting pit or is there something even more agonizing than those? Something Josephine encounters by herself later?

Encountering the parasite

So, Josephine describes why both minds cannot survive simultaneously. I’m not a neurosurgeon but I gathered that the brain does not have the capacity to maintain both, which will lead to cerebral hemorrhaging and a stroke.  

A power struggle between two badass female characters is always a delight to watch. Clarke Griffin is not someone you wanna mess with, told ya! The hypocrisy in Josie calling Clarke selfish and dumb is amusing. Check the mirror, sweetie.

She’s not stupid in the literal sense, obviously, she only overestimates her own causes and abilities. But the “when I tell you not to think of an elephant, what do you think about” move is smart. Unfortunately for her, our blonde hero is one step ahead.

Unlike the prime princess, who lives in a peaceful castle on a moon, Clarke has fought her fair share of battles and easily kicks ass in a physical fight. Just as she thinks she’s won, the parasite shows up again with the news that she can’t die in the mind space. Dramatic sigh.

On being haunted by Bloodreina

“Even your projections hate you, Clarke.” In episode two we already see that she is her own worst enemy. She hates herself more than anyone for the things she’s had to do. 

1) Letting the bomb drop on TonDC

2) Stealing the bunker while Octavia fought for it

3) Leaving Bellamy to die in the fighting pits

Oh and now we learn why we don’t see Bellamy. He’s the one person she cannot face. In 6x04 she acknowledged leaving him to die is her deepest regret. In 6x01 she tells him he kept her sane during the six years alone. Clearly, she’d rather go up against Bloodreina, a controversial monster, than him. Why is that?

Bellamy has forgiven you, Clarke. Go ahead and forgive yourself.

Mount Weather

The place responsible for creating Wanheda. Now, it’s common knowledge that Clarke blames herself for what happened to Mia and Jasper. But seeing her question the godly decisions to save those she loves is heartbreaking. Yes, she’s made some bad choices in the past but this shows just how remorseful and compassionate Clarke truly is. War made her a monster, though that’s not who she is, at all. At least it led to the realization that she’s still in control of her own mind.

Finn’s death and Jasper’s cage

Sneaky, Clarke. Hiding the memory in one of the places you’ll never wish to revisit. But sadly, Josephine doesn’t mind exploring the place where you had to mercy kill Finn or dig into Jasper.

As if it’s not bad enough that the devil lures her to the last place she’ll want to see, she uses the one self-loathing thing about Clarke to manipulate her into giving up. Amusing how the final turning point is learning that Bellamy’s willing to sacrifice her for saving everyone else. Is it the comprehension that Bellamy no longer cares that causes her surrender or the fact that it’s the only way to save her people? A bit of both I assume.

The lock sequence was awesome - 0100. “You forgot about Bellamy and Raven - 0102. There’s only 6 of the 102 left now if I’m right. Seeing her cry in Lexa’s throne though, was so, so sad. 

They definitely saved the best for last with Monty

I cannot express my gratitude for this unexpected return enough. I’ve had some terrible Monty, Harper and Jasper depression hours over the last week and this made my day. So, Mr. Cockroach Murphy, this is not what Monty would have wanted. Letting them get away with killing innocent people for immortality does not fall within the definition of doing better. 

If only Clarke knew how much Madi needs her right now. She’s trudging on dangerous ground and could use some serious motherly guidance.

Who better to light the way to victory than the man who saved humanity? Six seasons and his death down the line and he’s still picking locks. Hate to be the one to say this, but Raven, Monty is purer than you are. 

Applause for using Josephine’s own tactics against her by controlling her through the no-go-zone.

Crossing the sociopath's threshold

That door looks so much like a blissful suburban family home over Christmas, which I’m sure Josephine had back on earth before her tragedy. Oh, and the library is amazing, I must say. I imagine my own mind looking much the same, I love books.

But in that perfect little head, the most horrific things are hidden. Why are the primes so afraid of dying? Is it only power and narcissism that causes Josephine to resort to oblation?

Clarke learns that she offered the nulls to the trees, hence banning them from their society because they hinder the nightbloodline. But Isaac, Kaylee’s lover, gave them to Gabriel to build an army, instead. I’m certain Clarke will use this info in the future.

Gabriel loved Josephine once, I’m sure we’ll still get to this story but I can’t wait to see the face-off between the two. His last host was already 95 at the time of the memory, meaning now, six years later, he’s 101. Which is why I assume he can only exist within the anomaly where time is altered. And like I’ve said many times before the trio in the woods will turn out to be Sanctum’s saviors.

But we also see the good side of Josephine, the person she once was. PTSD probably morphed her into becoming a sociopath and the mind-drives enhanced the trauma. I feel bad for what happened to her but it does not by any means justify the person she’s become.

Why is she looking to Bellamy when she says, “I know how to kill her once and for all.” Did she see the memory of Clarke telling Roan, “I’ll do anything, I’ll stop fighting. Just, please, don’t kill him?”

Bellamy Blake, you genius

I knew it, I called it. Bellamy was the first to figure out that Josie’s not Clarke and of course the first to deduce that she’s still alive. That was some big soulmate energy right there!!! Thank you for being a big ol’ nerd and paying attention in Earth Skills.

That smile, a stark contrast to the tears that rolled last week. His princess is not gone and he’ll swim the Atlantic to bring her back. He’s gonna reel in everyone’s help on this project but be careful Bell, Josephine does not go down easy.

Just a side note. I appreciate Miller and his standoffishness in this scene since no-one seemed to mourn her last week.

One last thing, I may have been wrong about Abby, she might know something and it’s possible that’s she’s planning on taking Russel’s body for Kane. An eye-for-an-eye?

That’s all folks. As usual, you’re welcome to disagree with me. I love hearing I’m wrong and why.

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[tangledcassandra]

Your Business

Title: Your Business

Description: When the king tries to confine Rapunzel to the castle, it’s up to her best friend to sneak her out to see the world. They’re not breaking any rules if they don’t get caught.

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My piece for @cassunzelweek​ Day 2, theme Love and Loyalty! I am on the west coast so this is absolutely not too late!

"You really think you can sneak me out again?"

The sun had set on another beautiful day in Corona, and made way for the shimmering stars. Rapunzel, stressed from another taxing day of as princess, was looking for an escape. Cassandra, her lady-in-waiting and best friend, had just offered to take her out for a night on the town. Or rather, a night outside the town.

Rapunzel's hesitance did not dissuade Cassandra in the slightest. "Your dad knows you snuck out before, but he still doesn't know how. I've been double-checking the path we took, and it's still all clear. Trust me; I've been using the tunnels under Corona for years, and nobody's caught on yet. The only hiccup is the doubling of the night patrol, but Max can take care of that, easy. We don't even have to go as far as the wall this time. There's plenty to do just beyond the isle. It would still get you out of the city for awhile."

The idea of a short adventure, or really any adventure, was far too tempting for Rapunzel. So, she once again donned a cloak, borrowed from Cass, and they set off for the forests outside Corona proper. They went on foot, hiking past the Dam and the Lost Lagoon, until they'd reached the woods near the Snuggly Duckling.

"I always forget how beautiful it is here at night. I've come through so many times during the day, racing to the wall. But at night, it's like a whole new world."

Cassandra smiled fondly as she watched Rapunzel trying to catch a firefly, one of her favorite activities on the rare occasion they could make it out of Corona.

"Here," Cass presented a jar when Rapunzel scurried over to show her what she'd caught. "Now you can look at them up close."

"Wow, Cass, you think of everything!"

She grinned, always happy when Rapunzel was happy, and especially delighted when she was the reason for that happiness. She even helped catch some of the glowing bugs, until the glass container was full of a dozen humming insects.

Rapunzel had her hands cupped against a tree, but when she peeked inside to see her prize, she paused, long enough for the creature to fly away. "What's this?" she ran her hand over the trunk, where bark had been stripped away to reveal a heart etched into the wood. "Cassandra + Abigail," she read what was carved into the center. She looked to her friend curiously, wondering if she knew anything about the names embedded in the tree.

"Hm, yeah," Cass smiled fondly, looking down at the ground like she was thinking of something nice, "That's old."

"A friend of yours?" Rapunzel grinned back. It was always nice to see Cass smiling. "Isn't this something lovers usually do?"

"Yeah. Sure is."

"Isn't Abigail a girls name?"

"Yes, it is."

Rapunzel frowned, hand brushing over the engraving again, feeling the indents in the worn wood. The wheels in her head were turning, trying to piece together this new information. Girls could...? Without boys? She turned to Cassandra, fingers intertwining as she asked, "So you, and Abigail, were…?" she failed to formulate the rest of the sentence.

"Yeah. Me and Abby had a thing. A romantic thing. But it didn't work out."

"So you and Abby dated?"

"That's usually what it means to be romantically involved with someone, doesn't it?" A bit of Cassandra snark bubbled to the surface at the seemingly obvious question.

"You can do that?"

"What, date?"

"Date girls."

"Is that surprising?"

"Yes, sort of-"

"Is that bad?"

"No! Of course not. Just, being in the tower, there's still so much I have to learn."

Cass sighed, taking Rapunzel by the hand. "Come on," she said, leading her out of the glade. Just beyond the treeline was a large open field, with a perfect view of the sky. Cassandra flopped down on the soft grass, breathing in the night air. "It's no big deal, Raps. Sometimes I forget, you know? I don't like to think about you being trapped. Alone and unhappy."

"I wasn't alone. I had Pascal," the princess settled on the ground close by.

"Right, of course Raps," she decided the topic at hand was best left alone. Cassandra placed her hands behind her head, closing her eyes as she listened to the gentle breeze ruffling the blades of grass and the leaves of the nearby trees. The weather was nice, warm, with the wind balancing out the temperature perfectly. It was a good night to be out, instead of behind castle walls.

"Cass?"

"Yeah Raps?"

"Do you ever think of me as more than a friend?"

Cassandra opened her eyes and turned her head towards Rapunzel, who was looking at her with the sweetest, most innocent, and genuinely curious expression. Cass's mouth immediately felt like it was full of ash, and she swallowed, trying to relieve the sudden dryness. She could lie, but she'd honestly never expected Raps to actually ask anything like this. She kind of thought she already knew, actually, and Cass took her lack of acknowledgement as a silent sign of rejection. Apparently, it was a sign of ignorance, she'd learned this evening.

"I don't know Raps. Maybe, sometimes."

It was a reluctant answer, but seemed to appease Rapunzel for the time being. They both turned to the stars, each mentally recounting the constellations. They were both proficient in star mapping, and this was a rare opportunity to brush up on their skills. Cassandra thought their previous conversation was over, until the princess spoke up.

"I think I do."

"Huh? Do what, Raps?"

"I think I like you."

"Well, I'd hope so."

"As more than a friend."

"Raps, look, you don't have to," she sat up, running her hand through her hair, "feel like you have to."

"Cass, I think I've had the feeling in the back of my mind for awhile. I couldn't quite figure out what it was that made you so special to me. Why I always want to be around you. Why I like having you by my side all the time. Why, whenever I don't want to get out of bed in the morning, I just think about the fact that the sooner I get up, the sooner I can see you, and suddenly I find myself rushing to get ready. I don't feel the same way about my dad or my mom or any of the other maids. Just you," Rapunzel scooted closer, close enough that she could take Cassandra's hand in her own.

"That's uh, yeah, sounds like a bit more than friendship. Yep."

"So you have kissed a girl before?"

"Yes. Yeah," Cassandra found herself at a loss for words, both at the sudden subject change and at the fact that Rapunzel was currently leaning on her shoulder.

"I want to know what it's like."

"Kissing girls?"

"Kissing you."

"Me?"

"Yes!"

Maybe she was drunk on the night air, combined with freedom and happiness and no sleep. Maybe it was some unknown charm of the forest, that made this all feel like she was imagining it. Cassandra couldn't believe what she was hearing. She'd imagined scenarios similar to this so many times. It was so unreal of a concept that it almost felt like she must be back at the castle, fast asleep in her bed, simply having a nice dream.

"What was that thing you said?" Rapunzel's voice cut through her thoughts, "The first time we snuck out to the wall. 'What I do when no one's looking is my business.' Is that right?"

"That is what I said, yeah."

"Then I want you to be my business. If you want to," Rapunzel squeezed her hand.

"I want to," the words tumbled out before she could stop them, "To know what it's like, too."

There was a pause, each considering exchanging more words, but the need for frivolous conversation had passed. Silently, Rapunzel reached out, cupping Cassandra's chin in her hand, drawing her close as she practically dove into the kiss herself.

Their faces met, and Cass moved her free hand to Rapunzel's side, pulling them together. She felt dizzy, head swimming with bliss as she felt soft lips on her own. She had waited for this moment for so long, never in her wildest daydreams expecting it to ever become reality. Yet here she was, alone with Rapunzel, without another soul for miles. She had her all to herself, and she savored every second of their kiss.

They broke apart at long last, Rapunzel all smiles and rosy cheeks illuminated by the moonlight. She turned away bashfully, tucking a stray hair behind her ear that the wind subsequently blew right back in place. Neither of them said anything for awhile, both catching their breath and collecting their thoughts.

Unsurprisingly, Rapunzel was the one to break the silence. "You are a very good kisser."

"Thanks," Cassandra cleared her throat, trying to bring her head back down to Earth, "Thank you."

"You won't tell anyone? It's just, Corona can just be so gossip-y, especially if I'm involved. I don't want you having to deal with that."

"Raps, I'm not the one of us that can't keep a secret. This is your business."

"It's our business."

Cassandra ducked her head, blushing as she picked at some of the longer blades of grass. "I should get you home before sunri-"

She found her lips occupied again, and melted into the touch, hungrily pressing forward as she tried to prolong its end. When at last Rapunzel pulled away, they were both panting, all smiles and flushed faces. Cassandra wished this night could last forever, but her sensible side dragged her back down to reality.

"-rise," she breathed, every bit of assuredness stolen from her.

"Come on then, let's get going, Cass!" Rapunzel was already on her feet.

Cassandra scrambled to follow after, and they began racing back through the trees, across the river, and bound for home. Cassandra's heart was in her throat the whole way, her euphoria urging her to run faster and leap higher. She felt like she could swim around the entire isle of Corona and not get tired. Panting, she grinned at her best friend beside her, and was met with an equally wide smile. Heart heavy and head full of vivid memories of their evening adventure, Cassandra hoped there would be more secret meetings in their future. And maybe, after tonight, though she didn't dare let her heart dream, they could become something more.

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