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Sub Rosa [31]

ii. wanheda, pt 2

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 4.0k

Warnings: fighting, blood, injuries, dead bodies/death.

Summary: introductions to a new group leave you feeling on edge, and the search for clarke continues.

a/n: HI ALL HAPPY UPLOAD DAY AND HAPPY SHOW DAY! I’m so excited to see a certain someone on my screen soon (though I won’t get to watch until tomorrow so no spoilers pls)! I hope you all have a great day! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

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You all sit in tense silence as the moon sets and the sun begins to rise. It’s early dawn before Bellamy breaks the silence. “It’s been three hours. What are they waiting for?”

“Even with the light, I don’t see anyone.”

You turn and peer out of the vehicle, finding no movement or signs of life. Monty turns from his spot in the driver’s seat. “I say we make a run for it.”

Kane shakes his head, “No, that’s what they want us to do.”

“The boy is right. They can wait longer than we can.”

Kane watches Indra for a second, considering her words, before nodding and turning to Bellamy. “Okay, Bellamy. You get in the turret and you cover us. Once we get to that ridge over there, we’ll cover you.”

You can see the skepticism on his face, so you whisper, “I’ll stay with you, and cover them from back here.”

“Copy that. Run fast.”

He stands and pushes open the hatch, poking his head out and pulling his gun up to follow. But before he can make another move, you see him freeze in place, body going rigid. He mutters, “They’re here.”

“Everybody out or the boy dies!”

Suddenly, Bellamy is yanked out of the rover through the hatch, and he disappears from sight. You feel panic rise within you and you yell, “Okay, we’re coming out! Don’t hurt him!”

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[slytherinbarnes]

taglist: @1967-chevy-impala-called-roscoe ☽ @sireddobrev ☽ @dakotar5 ☽ @missxmoonchild ☽ @thebeautifulbookworm ☽ @silentexplorer18 ☽ @trashmouth-lizzy ☽ @shadowsndaisies ☽ @hurricane-abigail ☽

[multifarrious]

i can not wait for the angst in this season. 

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gally - reuniting with gally in the death cure after believing he was dead mood board.

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being stiles’ younger sister and having a crush on theo would include 

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bellamy blake angst

HEAR ME OUT. im in the mood for some angst. so during season three when pike’s prisoners create a distraction so marcus can capture pike and bellamy realises it’s all a set up and runs down the hall to catch kane imagine you hear he’s figured it out through the hijacked walkie talkie so you stop helping your father with getting pike into the truck and instead sprint down the halls to stop bellamy from ruining your plan. this man comes running around the corner to meet you on the other side. he suddenly realises you’re helping your dad and the others - which isn’t much of a surprise, he just hoped it wasn’t true. he was doing all of this for “you” after all. “bellamy stop.” you plead attempting to block his path to gain your father some time but who are you kidding this boy is like twice your size. theres no emotion on his face, it’s like you're not even there. he’s only got one thing on his mind-stopping your dad from taking pike. and as he tries to get past, you push, shove and do everything in your power to stop him. “bell please stop!” despite your pleas and physical actions, he easily grabs you by the waist and (gently) pushes you to the side causing you to stumble and fall to the ground allowing him the access to run past you. you get back on your feet asap and follow this man down the hall as if your life depended on it - because in your eyes it did. as you chase after him you watch as he places himself in front of the truck and raises his gun at your father. you feel your knees go weak, and heart drop to the pit of your stomach. he wouldn’t. he couldn’t. “bellamy what are you doing.” your cries go unheard by the man you love - well, thought you loved. you’re not even sure who the hell you’re looking at. and amongst the chaos, without even thinking you put yourself in front of your boyfriends gun, protecting your father. “move y/n.” he’s looking right through you. its like you're not even there again. you don’t answer, just stand. standing is enough for him to know that over anything, you’d choose your father, just as he would choose pike over you. “i said move.” this time he looks at you, just for a split second. the gun never falters, it stays inches away from your head. “i guess you're going to have to shoot me.” and imagine bells heart just dropping because the fact that you would even think he would do such a thing is just heartbreaking. he loves you. he fucking loves you. he’s doing this to protect you. but it doesn’t show on his face. he’s still stone cold. you don’t matter to him in this moment, nor much other moments you’d come to realise. and then some guards drag you away from the scene, a lot more rough then they should of been considering you had no intention of fighting back. you’d given up. and as they hold you back you just watch with tears in your eyes as your father hops out of the truck and is grabbed by other guards whilst bellamy helps pike. and you feel sad. sad that the person you once knew was gone. sad that the plan hadn’t worked out. sad at everything. but as soon as bellamy spares you a glance all you can feel is anger. you hate him. 

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draw your swords - draco malfoy

plot: [deathly hallows p2] y/n encounters someone during the war she never thought she’d ever see again. pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader                                                           warning: none.

your hair lies like a second skin over your cheeks, the once high ponytail now sunken down to around your right ear. you stop for a moment to catch your breath, using the wall to hold you up, mistakenly trusting what looks to be an empty corridor. the pounding of your heart beat in your ear and heavy, uneven breaths mislead you to believe you’re alone. you don’t hear the footsteps nor the ragged breathing until he’s standing only a few feet in front of you. 

instinctively you raise your wand, taking a step back, regaining yourself to...well, an extent. it takes you a moment, and by the look on his face it takes him a couple of seconds too to realise who he’s looking at, almost like he didn’t see you. you don’t recognise him right away. nor does he you. your lips fall slightly agape at the realisation, as if you must be imagining it. the boy standing in front of you can’t be real. you don’t want him to be real. but he is. 

salty tears dripped one by one down your puffy cheeks, rolling past swollen lips down your neck. you watched as he lowered his wand. his hands gently rose beside his head, surrendering. every part of him was yielding to you, every part showed mercy. he wasn't going to hurt you; he could never. and yet when you failed to lower your wand, pointing it directly to the boy you once loved, the only mercy you had left rolling down your face into nothing, he remained still. 

your arm shook with fear, adrenaline, anger. everything. this was the same person you thought you’d marry; grow old with. now he’s the enemy, so close you could touch him. and you want to. god, how you want to touch him. how you want to give him every piece of you like you once had. but that was different. this is now and he’s not the same person you remembered. not the same boy you’d known.

and what a shame that is. because you loved him. you had loved him with everything you had. and he knew it too. 

“i’m sorry.”

his voice sounds different. you’re almost convinced the boy standing in front of you isn't draco at all. some sort of replica. someone who has no idea of the memories you shared. those memories that you could remember all so well like they were yesterday. the way you loved him unconditionally. he didn’t feel the same. how could he? you gave him every part of yourself and he only left you with pieces of him. perhaps it was all too much. after all, draco never thought he was deserving of love. 

you shook your head, eyebrows scrunching together, “you’re not sorry.” you didn’t even recognise your own voice; the way it shattered, barely audible.

he tried taking a step forward, but the the sudden tense in your shoulders, and more so outstretch of your arm stopped him. 

“i loved you, y/n. i didn’t have a choice.” 

a sob escaped your lips as your chin began to wobble like a child. what a fucking liar. 

“you did have a choice” the crack of your voice didn’t do your statement as much justice as you’d hoped, but the clear heartbreak written all over your face seemed to be enough for him to pity you, “and you chose wrong.” 

and in that moment you remember everything. you remember how your boyfriend showed you his dark mark. how he explained what he had to do. you remember begging him not to. “please, draco. don’t do this. you don’t have to do this.” your words seemed to mean nothing. like he had already made up his mind. “draco, please. pick me.” 

but he didn’t. and thats why you're standing here. 

“choice or not. i loved you.” his words are tempting. soft grey eyes and furrowed eyebrows very convincing.  

“then why’d you leave?” you try to ignore the crack in your voice, but he didn’t. as much as you want to hate him you notice the way his whole demeanour breaks silently seeing you in such a state, almost like he cares. 

he’s silent, as if searching his brain for a pathetic lie. he was good at that. 

“i didn’t want to.” this time his voice broke, and this time you stayed silent. “i wanted to stay with you. to be with you. i loved-i love you.” tears fill his eyes, and for a second you think maybe he does truely love you. for a second everything disappears, the hate, the anger, the fear, and it’s just the two of you. only for a second though.

and you left, just like he had done to you; no goodbye. you didn’t even look him in the eye. and you left draco standing alone, in a pool of tears, regret and sadness. just like he had done to you.

[maradyer]

You don’t have to choose. You’re a Greyjoy and you’re a Stark.

[leroichevalier]

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Wrong Side - Bellamy Blake | Part 1

plot: [season 3] y/n is captured and sentenced to death after being caught helping kane with his small rebellion against pike to attempt to restore order to arkadia. warning: none. pairing: bellamy blake x fem!reader a/n: request if you want a part 2!

you struggle against the firm grip on both your wrists, the two guards leading forcing you down the long corridor clearly much more stronger than you. despite that fact, you hadn’t failed with putting up a fight; the blood dripping from the nose of the guard on your right clear evidence. though it had been to no avail, as both men had fought back, evidence of their assault on your left cheek– bruised and bloody.

“we got another!” the guard’s voice echoes down the hall, his grip tightening further around your small wrist, clearly pissed off with the new shape of his nose you’d given him. the three of you turn the last corner, meeting pike on the other side. however your gaze is fixed on one person.

his brown eyes burn through you, eyebrows knitted together in confusion, lips parted before the man you love shakes his head in disbelief piecing it all together. a part of him had known; when you’d started taking on night shifts, shutting down when he spoke to you, becoming distant. he had hoped you weren’t, but a part of him knew. your expression is stone cold, not daring to show him any emotion whatsoever. he didn’t deserve anything from you. so as you watch his face fall, body slouch, clear heartbreak written all over his features you feel satisfied. satisfied that he was finally feeling what you’d felt when he pushed you away to do such horrible things. 

you watch as suddenly his sorrow turns to anger, slouched demeanour now upright and tensed. heavy eyes staring daggers as your wound catches his attention, “who did that?” he’s not asking you, his eyes are trained on both the guards beside you. you feel the grip to your right tighten, and you shrug him off. 

“bitch broke my nose.” 

“it’s an improvement.” 

the sound of your voice seems to catch bellamy off guard, as if he hadn’t heard you speak in weeks. you watch him carefully, wondering if he was going to say something. beg for your release. tell the guards they were wrong. anything that would get you out of this. you wondered if he was going to protect you like he’d told you he would.

but instead, you watch the male step forward, arm extended as if going out to reach you, offer some sort of reassurance, tell you everything was going to be okay. maybe say he was sorry even. “don’t.” you spit, pure venom fuelling your words, though you could feel your voice break; the fear of losing the man standing in front of you was unbearable, “don’t you dare touch me, bellamy blake.” he did this, you tell yourself. you were here because of him. truth was, you’d already lost him the second he decided to join pike.

your words catch him off guard, the crease between his eyebrows deepening, as he looks at you like he doesn’t even know who you are. he pulls his arm back reluctantly, like some part of him was hoping if he left it there you’d accept it. but you don’t. you didn’t even want to look at him, let alone touch him.

removing your cold stare from his sorrowful eyes, you focus your attention to pike who only nods, like he was an idiot for not seeing you were part of this sooner, “i’m sorry it’s come to this.” like hell he was. the look you send him was enough to send him six feet under, though you remain silent, letting the guards push you into the cell, not daring to look back at bellamy nor anyone else that was standing on the other side of the glass. they were on the wrong side. he was on the wrong side.

immediately your father embraces you into a hug, and you watched his eyes skim over your wounded cheek once he pulls away. “i’m okay.” you reassure the man, giving him a small nod. marcus doesn’t look very convinced but nether less he nods. 

you look around, a small sigh escaping your lips at the scene around you; innocent people trapped, and with what you’d been hearing around they’d all be executed–including yourself. briskly, you let your eyes gaze behind you falling back on bellamy who still hadn’t left, obviously still shocked you’d been caught and now in here. he stares at you, his mouth opening to speak but you turn away before you could see or hear what he wanted to say.

that wasn’t bellamy blake. that wasn’t the man you’d fallen in love with. that’s the enemy.

[multifarrious]

i love gally

just imagine that during the death cure you’re waiting at the bus with brenda paranoid as fuck waiting for the boys. and you just can't. stop. thinking. about gally. like you thought the guy was dead and when you discovered he wasn’t there was no way in hell you’d let something bad happen to him again. u were nervous as fuck letting him and the boys go to do something so dangerous. so you’re just sitting there playing with your fingers, staring at the door he’s suppose to come through and your emotions are just getting the best of you. like as you sit there, the fear of him not showing up or something happening to him makes you realise you love this boy. you love him so fucking much and you just LOVE HIM. and just imagine he comes through the doors, thomas and newt by his side and you’re up and off your ass heading in his direction like you're life depends on it. he takes his mask off and orders the kids around, like the captain gally he is, before noticing you striding towards him. he’s all like, “are you okay?????” but as soon as you reach him your lips are smashed onto his. newt and thomas are like omg wtf, but happy for u. gally is like very caught off guard, the girl he’s had a crush on since the maze is actually kissing him. and u guys just kiss and it’s so sweet, and brenda is smiling and ur just smiling and gally is smiling. and you pull away and look at him with so much love and ur just like, “i’m okay.” 

[multifarrious]

IMAGINE : Finnick warning Katniss that he’d do anything to protect you.

“Look, all I care about is keeping her safe. Frankly, I don’t give a rat’s ass about the rest of you.” 

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bellamy blake - enemies to lovers moodboard.

[multifarrious]

Being Richie Tozier’s Sister Would Include:

All of his friends are automatically yours.

And they would all refer to you as the ‘Better Tozier’ which would offend Richie.

Richie is very protective over you, even if he doesn’t show it all the time.

Leaving you to your own arguments because he knows you can handle it.

But you can guarantee the second your parents step out of line with you, he’ll do something about it.

Him not letting you stick up for him when your parents are mean to him.

Because he doesn’t wan’t you to get upset or hurt. 

You do anyway, which occasionally leaves you in tears from the hurtful comments. 

“I fucking told you to leave.” “Fuck up, Richie.” *Cue crying sibling hug*

You guys have a system when stealing your fathers cigarettes as well as stealing them from the store.

Majority of the time you’re caught, but laugh it off, whilst sprinting at a rapid speed.

Okay but you’re both practically blind and have the same style and make of glasses.

But you both know exactly who's is who's.

You’re best buds with Bev and Eddie. 

Being just as bad as him when it comes to the inappropriate comments.

Knowing about Richie’s crush on Eddie.

And him believing you have the hots for the one and only Stan The Man.

Which you don’t and he knows this but its to get back at you for making fun of him.

“You should suck his dick, Rich.” “Only if you suck Stanley’s.”

But like you love your brother and 100% support him, especially in the moments where he’s insecure over his sexuality.

Richie can make fun of you all he wants but the second somebody else says something mean, he’s all up on their dick.

“Only I can say that, Dipshit.”

Always telling him he got his looks from you whenever he’s complemented.

And vice versa.

You both see IT at the same time.

He makes fun of you 24/7

“Wow, you’re short.” “I’m taller than you, Richie.”

Very surprising at how close you guys are.

But when you fight you fight. 

And I mean days on end without talking to each other until one night one of you will tip toe into the others room and apologise.

“I’m sorry.” “What was that? I didn’t hear you.” “Don’t push your luck.” 

Being each others safe places.

Richie really, really loves you, but God forbid the boy to ever say that out loud.

But you know. 

Richie always thinks the boys are looking at you in the wrong way.

So much inside jokes, man.

Like so many and everybody would think the 2 of you are crazy when they see you pissing yourselves over literally nothing.

Being best friends.

You knowing how smart Richie actually is.

Petty arguments.

After you see Pennywise for the first time, despite Richie never wanting to say it, he’d always make sure you weren’t alone just incase something happened. 

And by never wanting you to be alone, I mean shit like,

“Where are you going?” “To fucking piss, Dipshit.”

He always tells himself he couldn’t lose you, but Richie physically knows if he lost you, he literally could not handle it. 

Very rare occasions when you guys sit down and talk about deep stuff.

Rock/Paper/Scissors when making decisions or when you can’t agree on something.

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Hey would you mind if I drew something for your Eddie with low standards post?

i don’t mind at all!!

[brandon-perea]

Eddie Kaspbrak, It (2017)

[oldbury-deactivated20190319]

“Sorry, Champ. Your mom and I, we –”

“You know, if it’s about money, I could muh – muh – mow lawns, paint fences –”

“It’s not that.Your brother just really looked forward to that trip, you know… It was his favourite.”

“… Mine, too.”

[toziertrashmouth]

this scene should have been in the film. i love all the deleted scenes, but no one talks about bill and the negletc from his parents after georgie died. NO ONE DOES. bill lost his brother and then he lost his parents straight after. they forgot about him. he’s such a precious boy and my GOD people need to love bill more

[the-v-in-losers]

“Seeya later, alligator.” “Okay” “No,’ Eddie said patiently. ‘When I say that you’re supposed to say, ‘After awhile, crocodile.” - - “You know something?’ Ben said. ‘You guys are really cool.”

[stanheartsbill]

finn “she’s not in the group” wolfhard