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E NT OM OPH O BIA ˖ㅤㅤ ֗ ㅤㅤ ࣭ ㅤ ⊹ bellamy blake x shy!fem!reader

you have a terrible phobia of bugs. luckily bellamy is always ready to kill them for you

| tags: fluff, comfort, set in s1,  bellamy is hot and kills bugs for us??? yes pls, murphy is a dick srry, if you dont start crashing out when you see a bug in ur bed maybe i’m the problem (i'm writing this to make myself feel better)

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bugs. the actual worst thing to ever exist on the ruined planet ── and being on the ground ── it didn’t help your case.

now this fear doesn’t just form the minute you get to earth, despite bellamy’s constant state of teasing. the minute you read those picture books when you were younger and saw those things in the earth's geographical section ── nope.

now you had to experience it firsthand. it only grew with each unkindly interaction you had with them.

you’ve known bellamy since you were young, and ever since your friendship grew until there was so much tension between the two of you in the ark. you’ve been together for two years and imagine your luck when bellamy stumbles upon the ship meant to kill you.

you had been on a supply run with bellamy, murphy, and miller (bellamy insisted on coming when he found out you offered to go out). there hadn’t been any sign of grounders for hours. just when they were talking about heading back, you felt a tickle on your arm, ever so slowly . . .

it had legs. a black, furry creature──

“oh my god!”

your scream echoes around the canopy of leaves, and the three spin, gun readied as their eyes widen. bellamy immediately steps forward searching for your distress. his heart is palpating out of his chest. was it an arrow, a spear? oh god──but why hadn’t you collapsed?

“princess──what, what is it?”

murphy holds his gun to the trees while you’re frozen in place. you can’t move, what if it goes somewhere else on you that you won't be able to find!

holding your breath, you raise your arm, eyes glossy from the shock you felt once you saw it. it was slowly climbing higher. it was going to reach your neck!

“bell──”

miller smacks murphy’s gun down that he always seemed too happy to be holding before bellamy races to you. with your eyes squeezed shut, his heart clenches as he flicks the creature off you. it was only then, when you both know it’s gone for good (hopefully), that bellamy can’t help but chuckle.

“it’s a spider.”

of course, you knew that!

you hated that feeling so much. the way it felt like more were crawling on you now. . .you shivered. and embarrassingly so, your eyes remained glossy despite his amusement (okay and humiliation.)

“scared of some spider,” murphy mutters, but that wipes bellamy’s playfulness away. his jaw ticked in annoyance. he could only make fun of you ── when it was due. only now he realizes it isn’t when your trembling lip doesn’t turn up at his attempt to make you smile despite it all.

bellamy gives him a warning look. “i’ll catch up with you guys. head back to camp.”

murphy just scoffed.

so yeah ── humiliating.

“i feel like there’s more or something. . .”

you were still uncomfortable, and bellamy walked over to pull you to his side. the two of you started to walk in the direction of the camp again.

“they’re all gone, don’t worry, princess.” he softly grazes your jaw and turns your head to meet his eyes. his sweet girl couldn’t get that smile back on her face; he hated it. hated the fact that you were uncomfortable. fears were fears, and there was no shame in them. his mother taught him that.

────

the next time, you were getting a piece of the deer miller managed to kill on the last supply run late at night. half the camp was asleep, and the ones who weren’t were drinking moonshine or whatever else they could find (which was very little).

murphy was handing out the portions, and you shyly snagged a look at him once he handed you the piece on the stick. you were a little intimidated by him, especially because he didn’t really care about anything. he was so chill while you overthought everything.

like the way he was looking at you ── he probably hated you for whatever reason you’re unsure of.

“thanks.” you say, smiling softly in hopes that the one interaction could change his mind about you. he crossed his arms, he was up to something──

you barely had time to register his smirk before you examined your piece. surely enough, ants covered the top portion, partially eating away at the meat. heart beating in your throat, you furrow your brows before throwing it probably ten yards with a scream of bloody murder. you could’ve hit someone with it, but you’d worry about that later.

you touched them, there were probably ants climbing up your arm right now──

“why would you do that?” you yell in horror. you swallow, you never yelled at people.

the camp grew alert from your screams, gunners turned to see the commotion just as bellamy stalks from the darkness of the opposite post. “what the hell is going on?”

murphy’s doing it out of some sort of spite ── get back at him by getting to you. bellamy’s fucking pissed.

he shrugged. “js’ serving dinner.”

“that’s no dinner.” bellamy stops right in front of him, but the other boy doesn't back down. he seemed even more amused by the fact that he got to him.

murphy tilted his head, eyes flicking to you for half a second before landing back on bellamy. “relax. builds character. we’re on the ground now. she didn’t have to scream like that; it was a joke.”

bellamy took one step closer. “she didn’t have to deal with your shit either. not tonight or ever, you hear me?”

he was right, you didn’t have to scream. why did everyone seem all settled into earth ── all the nature, the insects, their choices of food? it didn’t feel normal, but you felt isolated from all these delinquents who claimed to be strong. you would get there. . . eventually (and hopefully).

bellamy ignored him and turned to you, hands gentle on your shoulders. you almost forgot about the situation before. which you were grateful for. “you alright?”

you nodded, even though your stomach was still twisted. “i just ── i think i hate ants.”

a beat.

bellamy snorted before he could stop himself. his chuckle was barely there ── but it cracked the pressure anyway. it earned a few chuckles from the stragglers watching to see the problem arise.

“get back to work. all of you.” bellamy shouts to the gunners who didn’t do much of a job anyway — those were the ones who were always at the west post.

murphy rolled his eyes and reached behind him. “i’ll get you a clean piece. no bugs. promise,” over his shoulder ── half sarcasm, half something else you couldn’t place.

bellamy — he’s going to say something as he watches murphy pick up the piece carefully, but you hold your arm out with confidence, head high. murphy was a dick, but you needed to stand up for yourself this one time at least ── stand your ground.

“thanks.” you mutter harshly, and he can sense your lingering grudge. “just, uh ── don’t do it again.”

bellamy’s glare finished off your words. when murphy rolled his eyes and saluted himself to sleep, your boyfriend caught your eye, pride glimmering in the moonlight. he loved to see you speak up for yourself. although bellamy always loved being there for you when you needed, seeing your confidence warmed his chest.

“you see anything else crawl or jump wrong ── you scream.” he joked. he made you feel as if you were normal, like this phobia that’s only grown since you landed was understandable.

“i do that anyway.”

“that’s my girl,” he said without thinking.

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you and bellamy found yourselves sleeping in the drop ship one night.

why? well, who wanted to sleep in tents after seeing a spider in their sleeping bag? it wasn’t a small one either, no. it was massive.

one moment, you’re sitting beside bellamy as he drifts off to sleep after offering to sharpen his knives with the rock, the next──

you’ve sprung up as eight legs running across the top of the sleeping bag where your legs are cozily tucked in.

bellamy’s heart fucking stops as he springs up.

“what!?”

even now, with all the instances, that’s his natural response. yet there wasn’t one time he got annoyed or rolled his eyes; he was always ready.

“get it! it just ran──it’s somewhere here!”

your nerves spike higher and higher as seconds fly by while he searches. leaned over, he still hasn’t spotted it. it must be inside your sleeping bag now, oh no, oh no, oh no──

“i don’t see it prin──”

“it’s in there, i know it is, i saw it! i just saw it, bell!”

your voice cracked on his name, panic climbing your throat faster than you could shove it back down.

bellamy looked up slowly and shook his head. “it’s okay, he probably snuck out from under.”

“no, it's in my sleeping bag!” pressure builds at the bridge of your nose, and your throat is dry. “i can’t sleep there, i'm not. . .”

it was stupid, and now your eyes are stupidly watering. you didn’t even want to still be here with it loose!

bellamy’s face falls as your eyes glisten, hands reaching to cover your face in frustration as you shake your head.

in a mixture of concern, chuckles and soft comfort, he brings you to his chest. “hey, you don’t have to cry ── hm?”

with breathless sigh and shaking of his head, he holds your head close to him. he just loves you so much. he's only learning how such a small thing can bother you so much and he'll do anything to make you feel like you're safe. in the ark, safety was always just. . . there.

you take a breath against the warmth of him before he softly guides you away so he can look at you. even you couldn’t help but choke a laugh past your dry lips and tears.

and now you couldn’t stop giggling.

tears brimming in your eyes, but you’re dying like you’d heard the funniest thing in your life. and bellamy’s looking down in a mixture of concern and adoration.

“we can’t sleep here.” you manage to finally say, wiping your eyes.

he didn’t hesitate to guide you out to seek another place to sleep and a little breather of the crisp midnight air. the breeze cooled the stained tears on your skin as you eyed the drop ship.

you glanced at him as you two walked towards the metal structure taking up half of your camp. “you’re laughing.”

“not at you,” he corrected immediately. “just… we survived the ark and the start of the grounder──” he gestured vaguely behind him, “and you’re taken out by a spider.”

he knew you’d take his jokes lightheartedly. you two always joked around, where your smile always grew, ears tinging a beautiful shade of red.

“it was huge!”

feet clanging against the metal, the drop ship was surprisingly clear ── it must be really late now. settling on the lower level (an easy escape, just in case), you end up with his jacket draped over your shoulders, head on his lap.

“bell, c’mon, you need to sleep too. we can use our jackets as pillows.”

“it’s okay, princess. just rest, i'm not tired.”

you grumbled as you settled back down, watching him from under.

“maybe if i kill some bugs, i will be.”

you swatted his chin. “hey, don’t wish that upon me, blake!”

he smirked. “i’ll kill any if i see. i'm on full watch.”

well, when he puts it like that, you both sound like an idiot.

your ears are hot again as you smile, that’s why he’s smirking ── idiot.

“promise to kill 'em then?”

he held up his hand. “scout’s honour.”

another beat of comforting silence.

“i do feel like an idiot, though.”

he tautened. “don't. you’re not. maybe murphy is.”

“true.” you sputtered a laugh, letting it drift. . . “i know it’s not a big deal to everyone else, it’s just──”

“it is a big deal to you,” he interrupted gently. “that’s what matters. we’re all afraid of something, princess.”

you nodded. dark hair messy from the day, eyes glossy and full of love, you didn’t think you loved anyone this much. bellamy blake was your everything, quite literally to the moon and back.

“i’ll get better though.” you say matter-of-factly.

“the spiders won’t stand a chance.”

hey guys! i just completed updating forest fire (my bellamy blake fanfic) on ao3! i'd love if you could read i put my whole heart into three books over the course of three yrs. they've been on wattpad until i decided to put the first on ao3 too!

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S T U D Y (M AK EO U T?) S E S H ˖ㅤㅤ ֗ ㅤㅤ ࣭ ㅤ ⊹ luke patterson x fem!reader

exam stress is getting to you, but luke is by your side (and then in your bed) | tags: fluff, kissing, luke is hot

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the rock music blasting from luke’s mp3 was not helping your brain function. he’s jamming to it, too lost and unaware of how much noise he’s actually making. it was adorable, but right now ── not so much.

your eyes fly over the pages. the exam won’t be that bad! just that, that and──

you sigh, a breath you can’t even hear escape your dry, parted lips.

the music quieted, and luke went back to reading his sheet music for the new song he was working on for sunset curve.

even with that, the voices in your head got louder, overtaking the part of your brain supposed to retain the information you were reading, but there was just so much!

“how does ice cream sound right now?” luke asks cheerfully. how is he so alive at eight at night? every ounce of his tone suggested he wanted to get it.

“i have to focus on this.” you mumbled, fingers pressing against your temples before sneaking a look towards him. “sorry.”

“oh come on! you need a break.”

you shook your head. “i can’t have a break, i’m already behind as it is.”

luke sighed. if he had your full attention, you would’ve dwelled on how adorably pouty he looked. but you didn’t smile; instead, you swallowed as you sighed. his face fell, then his brows furrowed.

“hey.”

his soft tone made your heart flutter.

“do you want me to help you study?”

he was closer now, wanting you to look him in the eyes ── be your support.

but all you saw were words ── everywhere.

the air to your lungs felt shorter with each breath, but like was now rubbing his thumb gently over your knee as he waited for you to speak. his ring-covered fingers shocked your hot skin, flushed in stress.

“maybe.” you admit.

“i happen to know all the anatomy of the face; we can start there.” he smirked, landing a chaste kiss on your forehead as you giggled.

he pulled away, barely. his lips were inches from yours; you could feel his breath.

“what do you know about these?” you couldn’t help but laugh as his face heated with blush ── so did yours.

“not enough.”

his lips crashed to yours, moving slowly at first. his head tilted, and you mirrored him, lips soft against yours, sending flutters through your stomach. every word scrambled in your mind is replaced with one.

luke.

those damn rings ── cool against your jaw. you shivered when his thumb stroked the nape of your neck soothingly. your lips moved in a soft rhythm, one you only knew — one you knew so well.

your hands landed in his hair as he hummed. his reaction made you giggle against his mouth, and he pulled away, laughing too, before both hands cupped your jaw.

“i love you. you’re the smartest girl i know.”

“oh, really? just wait till you see what i get on this exam.” you retorted. “now stop! you’re distracting me!”

your arm flailed towards him as he held up his hands. “you said you needed help.”

then he fucking winked. heat rises in your cheeks again as he looked over you sitting on the bed.

you couldn’t deny your mind was clear again. luke had knocked your breath away for a moment, and now you could finally feel satisfied with each breath you took.

your silence was his cue to ruffle your hair, apparently, and you accepted your defeat. this time, he started strumming a soft melody on his guitar. you hadn’t heard it before, but you loved it when you didn’t ── a mystery you knew you would love if he wrote it because every piece of music he created blew you away.

luke patterson. he was perfect. sitting across from you in a chair, arms flexed in his r-shirt as he held the guitar, fingers flying as he strummed with the daintiest of smiles and devilish brown hair.

you wouldn’t want anyone else helping you study.

L O ST & A L O NE, P1 ˖ㅤㅤ ֗ ㅤㅤ ࣭ ㅤ ⊹ luke patterson x enemy!reader

phase two | it's a big night and managers are swarming. of course you get hit with the pain of loosing a loved one before you go on stage, only to realize your bandmates aren't the ones you thought they were. and for some reason, the sunset curve boys weren't. they were nice ── luke was too nice to be the enemy he's always been to you | tags: rivals to lovers, hurt/comfort, panic attacks, mentions of death, bickering, you have ur own band (or do u?), reggie and alex r precious

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per usual, the audience roared in amazement as luke and reggie winked at the people below them. you crossed your arms, turning to your bandmates. 

“i bet half that screaming is from the winks, not the music.” 

khloe bursted out laughing. “i know it’s even hard for you to deny ── they’re good.”

“we know this,” you sighed. “but not better than us.”

“amen to that, sister.” she smiled, giving you and josh her own wink. “let’s go kill it.” 

the announcer got up on stage.

“next we have velvet concord!”

cheers erupted. after months of performing in bigger gigs, you start to get noticed. each time the cheers arose, electricity zapped inside of you. there was a thrill every time you walked on stage ── an unknown excitement of bringing your patio to life

only this jolt you feel now wasn’t from the anticipation.

a girl in the crowd ── she looked exactly like your sister. your sister, who passed from a car accident, who lived through music and performing; here was the only way you could fulfil her dreams.

you blinked, attempting to regain composure. 

“(y/n)?”

your breath caught in your throat just as khloe finished hooking up her piano and mic. “hm?”

“focus.” 

josh’s voice was hard, like he was nervous about this, and you spacing out was the worst thing to possibly happen. well, it probably was. you couldn’t even form words ── shoot.

it happened a year ago, but your grief came in flashes. you felt a wave of pain wash over you as the camera clicked and more people swarmed to get closer before you started. 

your face heated with embarrassment, fiddling with your fingers.

josh threw his hands in the air. “are you thinking about your sister again?”

why was he being like this?

“no──i just──"

his voice whispered lower. “if you couldn’t tell, this is important for us. get it together.” 

your brows furrowed. he was always the most distant out of you three but this ── why was he talking like that. why were tears forming?

the crowd cheered as khloe started hitting the key to the song you planned to play first on your set list. you only came in after the first minute of keys, but each hit of one felt like a stab to your throat. 

if you even attempted to sing ── it wouldn’t go well. you couldn’t even swallow. you’re letting your sister down, she would hate this, josh hates you──

your legs are suddenly pulling you elsewhere, down the stairs and to the bathrooms tucked in the corner. there was another long hallway around from it before reaching the women’s stalls. your chest is heaving in and out and you’ve completely lost control. 

the faint sound of your song played outside ── muffled. but it didn’t stop; they were going without you. 

khloe could play the piano but she always harmonized with you. she also had a great voice. 

anything for a signing you guessed. even if that meant──

the thought of them playing out there made it even harder to breathe. next thing you know, you’re leaned against the sink just gasping for air to enter your lungs. 

but each breath felt like nothing.

pathetic.

“(y/n)?” 

the sound of a door knocked the breath you didn’t even have out, and you instinctively wiped your tears. you tried to talk but couldn’t, and you guessed the sniffles and wheezing were enough of an invitation to come in. 

you expected josh ── maybe ── but this was—

through hazy vision, you see luke. 

his voice was deep and full of ── concern? what the hell?

you go to make a snarky remark, hating the way he sees you like this, but you drop your head. 

“hey ── hey, breathe.” 

his voice was soft and sweet and nothing like the scratch when he sang. it was always so powerful—

luke patterson caring more than your own bandmates, funny.

“why ── do ── why do you care?” you gasped. 

“your mates up there? assholes—“

of course that made the tears come faster. 

“shit, i’m sorry. can’t deal with girls crying if you couldn’t tell──"

yeah, any girl. why you!

“luke, i swear if you don’t get out of he──"

you stumbled with dizziness, almost hitting your head on the counter, but it wasn’t for long, as someone lunged forward to catch you. 

you blinked, realizing his body was centimeters from yours. his strong hold was supporting all of your weight as you attempted to breath. you haven’t had a panic attack in months. 

but luke wasn’t letting go. if anything, he turned you around so your head was to his chest, cradling it as you cried. 

he pulled back, unsure if the hug felt trapping to you. 

“breathe with me.” 

you could only nod ── nothing else running through your brain. 

you watched his chest closely, rising and falling neutrally. soon enough, your own breathing slowed and he smiled. not an annoying smirk or hidden middle finger in your direction from the stage ── a smile. 

but you were hyperventilating. it would be inhumane to let someone die in a club bathroom.

jeez, not too long ago you would’ve thought luke was the one going to kill you. 

“you good?” 

“go to hell.” 

there was his smirk. “only if you come with me.” 

la that you didn’t feel your soul escaping you, you were mad. mad with luke’s presence and mad with the absence of josh and khloe.

“what’d that souche say to you? doesn’t look like the sharpest tool in the shed──"

“and you are?”

“compared to him, i’d like to think so.” 

ugh.

“it’s nothing—“

suddenly, another knock came. 

“ ── (y/n) ── look i’m sorry about what i said i just──"

“──get out of here, dude.”

appalled, you shyly looked to luke, scratching your neck at whatever the apology was until the other voice came. when luke cracked the door open, alex, bobby, and reggie were standing there. 

all of sunset curve. 

you might as well crawl into a hole now.

they must’ve seen your death stare because alex cleared his throat and straightened up, while reggie did the talking.

“we wanted to see if you were okay. you look to be ── uh──"

there was no way you looked fine right now. your mascara was probably running.” 

alex slapped him. “we’re glad you’re okay.” 

there must’ve been an intermodal because you heard khloe again, making you duck your head. 

“they’re idiots.” reggie confessed, and luke nodded his head eagerly. 

“why do you even want to help ── like i don’t understand.” 

“we aren’t here to listen to them sing,” luke retorted.

“you’re here to steal our thunder.” you corrected, remembering all the managers here tonight. you groaned. “but there’s no doubt you guys got that tonight.”

“with you up there, at least we had competition,” reggie said, smirking.

you couldn’t stop the smile from forming that luke seemed to mimic. you instinctively stepped away from him, the situation still feeling foreign. 

“c’mon,” luke said. “let’s go back out there.” 

it was the last song on your list now, there was no point in going on stage. you wouldn’t be able to look josh in the eye, not to mention any of the crowd. 

the four must’ve realized that too, stopping at the end of the hall and entering the crowd as everyone clapped. khloe and josh were smiling, like you didn’t even belong there in the first place. 

luke crossed his arms. “idiots.” 

“so you say that every time we’re up there, hm?” you grinned. 

“yup. maybe less now that you’re not.” 

you wanted to elbow him, but that would be ── yeah, too far. 

you were hugging him. your ultimate band rival hugged you.

he saw you like that. 

you sighed, watching as some agents swarmed josh and khloe once they exited the stage at the end of the night. the boys stayed by your side, as much as you tried to shy away from them on instinct. 

you managed to slip away to get some water and a breath until khloe’s voice sounded from behind you. 

“why were you with them?”

you spun around.

khloe was mad── and when she was mad──

this might not be good.

“khloe, I──"

you should be mad at her, but stopping a whole show for you? that was pathetic. 

“you just left us on the most important night, and i see you in the crowd with sunset curve, seriously?” 

you furrowed your brows. “i really didn’t mean to leave you, but i would’ve made it so much worse if i sang! i ── i thought about my sister, and then josh said something. i think i was having a panic attack, but i haven’t had those since──"

“save it.” she retorted. “it’s not a good look talking to them.” 

you knew that. but surprisingly they all were really sweet ── maybe except luke, who continued to annoy you. you weren’t supposed to be friendly to each other.

yet he still calmed you down at your worst. 

“i know. i’m sorry for ditching you guys, it won’t happen again.” 

she sighed. “if it happens again, it will be with sunset curve. we already got some signs just by me and josh alone. we never got that with you up there, maybe that’s a sign in itself.”

it was as if every evil you could ever think of poured into the girl you never guessed would say something like that. she sounded different ── she was so pissed she wasn’t even thinking about what she was saying.

how she was hurting you.

“khloe──"

with that, she stormed off and by the time you looked up, you couldn’t tell where she went.

your eyes were dry from the tears in the bathroom. all you had left was the pain in your chest, burning with each pulse, reminding you that you were still alive. 

you are nothing without music, and now you didn’t have josh or khloe.

who really were you?

by twelve in the morning, everyone cleared out, leaving alex to deal with his drums as he and bobby packed them away. khloe and josh were nowhere to be found, leaving you with no ride home but the scary city bus. at this time of night, the thought of taking it made your heart skip. 

“i’ll take it you didn’t talk to them?” alex asks softly. 

it’s not that you hated them. you hated their competition, because yes ── they were good.

that didn’t mean that you got to stop annoying luke, he would to you first! 

you scratched your neck, biting your cheek. “oh, i talked to them.” 

the look on your face said it all, and he smiled sadly. “hey, i’m really sorry. they can’t treat you like that.” 

“yeah! i’d never do that to alex.” reggie jumped in, pointing at the blonde with his thumb. 

“i’d do it to bobby.” luke chuckled, and bobby threw a guitar pick at him. 

you smirked as reggie eyed you and luke. “not even surprised.” 

silence hung painfully in the air. 

“i don’t think i’ll be performing again.” 

all you’ve worked for was over. building your name, improving your songs— everything was over.

“what?” reggie practically shouted as luke’s mouth parted in shock. 

“there’s no way they wouldn’t want you back, i mean, you carried that band──"

you blinked, caught up in his compliment. you almost forgot luke was saying this.

he cleared his throat. 

your face heated, but you quickly said something to fill the silence as alex snickered at luke. “well, thanks, idiot.” 

you didn’t know you had this in you. you never were mean, but to luke ── knowing he could take it, knowing he would be mean back comforted you.

“you should just join us!” reggie exclaimed.

your eyes widened. “join you?” 

“yeah!” 

you looked to the boys to see their reaction, but they were just as anticipating as reggie. even luke was waiting for your answer, arms crossed and leaning against the wall. 

khloe words rush back to your mind. everything luke has said, that they’ll outrank velvet concord every time. but he was right, your voice wasn’t enough, not even for khloe or josh. 

they only got signed tonight ── to the orpheum.

“i ── don’t think you guys want that.” 

“sure we do!” alex quickly interjected.

luke nodded. “you are second to us after all, you’re basically just as good, and you don’t have a band.” 

“wow, that’s the first time you’ve said that.” 

a bitterness came over you. pent up anger from mostly khloe’s words, but luke’s secretly hurt just the same. when you thought about it deeper, it really did feel like you would be letting your sister down. 

his smug eyes fell soft, a little confused. 

“(y/n), i was just joking around.” 

he didn’t mean it. a part of you knew that, the pain you were feeling were mostly khloe’s words anyway. you thought he’d take the comment as a joke, but the pain inside your chest must be reflecting outside too. 

“i know,” you say softly. “i’ll think about it.” 

“good enough for me.” reggie said, high-fiving bobby. you still couldn’t believe how nice these guys were.

“don’t think too long.” luke picked up his electric guitar off the side of the stage. “our next gig is in two days.”

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phase one | nothing annoyed you more than the lead singer of the band who was stealing your spotlight | tags: rivals to lovers, bickering, luke will never have sleeves and i'm not mad ab it

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you were practically glaring at this point. if it weren’t for your other band mates to poke your shoulder and snapping you from the courses of anger ravaging through you, you might’ve gotten a nasty look back from the sunset swerve boys.

and to everyone who knew about your little band, growing as much as the sunset curve was, they knew you couldn’t have any hate in your bones.

except for luke patterson.

he was confident in a way that annoyed you. their band always tried to outrank your crew, especially when agents were swarming. 

sunset curve and velvet concord were ── you guess you could say ── opposite ends of music. but each was equally great. 

you were the lead, effortlessly singing your breathless high notes in a tone that sounded like the angel energy you radiated.

right now, all that mattered was music, being closer to your sister. 

she passed from a car accident just a year ago, and while the pain was still freshly burning your skin, you would never forget the entry written in her journal. 

‘ music makes me feel alive. if i don’t play, i won’t survive. ‘ 

you couldn’t survive without her, but music pushed you through that dark time after the first few months. you saw a therapist only to realize some can’t do their jobs ── according to your angry mother, who screamed at the therapists who made you hate yourself more and stormed out. 

it wasn’t all about winning, though. it was about feeling fulfilled ── like your sisters music legacy was right. how such talent like hers, crediting her songs in your band, would keep her name and talent alive. 

but no one knew that deep into it.

except for khloe and josh. you met them through band at your school. khloe struggled with the loss of her father, so you two bonded over that. she was the only person you felt like you could vent to, and you’ve never had someone in your life like that except for your sister. 

the loud music faded before the bar thundered with applause. you looked to your buddies with a soft smile, hair curled and dressed in soft pinks and low-rise jeans, you took your place on the stage. 

the four boys ── luke, reggie, alex, and bobby ── hadn’t fully cleared the drums just yet. of course, alex was busy scolding reggie about dropping his drumsticks on the stairs, so luke un-assembled the drums.

you didn’t want to face your competition; everything about the energy between you felt thick. so you stayed to the side, fiddling with the microphone settings as everyone in the bar grabbed more drinks. 

you switched the mic off once you got to the setting and attached it to the stand. 

“cute outfit.” 

your head practically spun as ── oh no. 

luke was talking to you. 

he never has.

would he keep the peace? 

“very chic.”

how was he supposed to know what chic was? he never even wore sleeves. 

you smiled. “your chic is lost where the rest of your sleeves are.” 

you had to contain how proud you were for the combat, ignoring the heat in your face. 

“the only loss here is gonna be you guys tonight,” he chortled, clicking his tongue with a wink before getting off stage. 

so from then on, you couldn’t stand him.

it stayed like that. nothing changed, until four months later.

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you are cutesy outfits, bows, guitar, and daisies. an angel, some would say, except for when luke patterson is mentioned.

all you ever cared about was music, but his band makes it hard to out rank. this makes both your bands ── sunset curve and velvet concord ── competing for the top spot in agencies drafts.

nothing angered the two of you more.

and nasty looks didn't help either.

this isn't a typical love story. this is the tension between each look on stage. the stutters unable to deny each others obvious talent you both chose to ignore. the forced proximity that performing put you in.

all leading to each other with each strum of a guitar.

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( 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 )  sloane tavish & micheal townsend

.˚ ᡣ𐭩 sloane lost the brother she barely got to know, but she had one by her side all along.  warnings - hurt/comfort, grief, siblings but not acc siblings (they r to me), teens being teens, truth or dare wc: 1.8k

That night it was quiet ─── too quiet. Quiet ever since Sloane found out what happened to Aaron. Quiet since Micheal returned, all in one piece. 

She still had her people ─── The Naturals. They were there for her more than anyone in her life has. She hadn’t even speculated over the mere thought of Micheal not showing up too, and she couldn’t have possibly dealt with that tonight.

But the thought was making her heart clench once again. She wasn’t like Cassie ─── putting cases together piece by piece to distract herself. She wasn’t like Lia shutting off her emotions and thinking of reckless ways to create fun. All Sloane had was her numbers, but that didn’t feel like enough.

Was she ever enough? How was she supposed to piece together the facts to put an end to this case! 

Sloane sat inside her and Cassie’s room they’re sharing on the level, the cities of Las Vegas cornering her in with haunting memories, things she so badly needed to forget now that Aaron was gone, but she remained to stride forward no matter what. Chatter uplifted outside, very faint.

They were playing one of those interesting games again. Sloane rather sat herself out on them, they sometimes got serious, and most of the time, Sloane didn’t know what else to say other than to spit out the most interesting facts on her mind. Such as right now! How the game Truth or Dare was based on the ancient command games, with its direct precursor, "Questions and Commands," appearing in the 17th century! Very fascinating.

Somehow, she inched further out of the room, because Dean saw her and smiled softly. She didn’t know what that smile was, she wasn’t Micheal. But deep down, Sloane’s gut foretold the little downturned part after he looked at her for mere seconds was sorrow. 

Sloane quickly smiled awkwardly and inched closer to him, seeing the four all sitting in a circle ─── her people. 

She shouldn’t feel sad about the people that were gone when she still had people left. Some people didn’t. Over 140 million children are orphans currently and many are still supported by extended family But, nearly 2 million older adults have no family members at all. 

“Aye, Sloane!” Micheal cheered, practically tackling her to the ground. She caught a look Dean gave him ─── nothing she knew of. But, Micheal backed off immediately and sat quietly beside her. Lia sat on Sloane’s other side. 

“You’re missing the fun.” She chided with a smirk. 

Micheal gave her a look of distaste. “It always seems to be you having the most fun out of these games.”

“That is true.” Sloane echoed. “Psychological research suggests individuals who enjoy thrill seeking of games such as truth or dare are more likely to display traits of impulsivity, openness to experience, and a preference for high-arousal situations, suggesting a connection between playful risk-taking and personality-driven reward sensitivity.”

Something in the way Lia sighed suggested she stopped herself from a retort about her character. 

“High arousal, you say?” Micheal pressed, a smirk toying his lips. 

Sloane shrugged. 

He blinked, thinking Sloane would spit out another fact, but she remained quiet, eyes ahead ─── too focussed.

“Sloane, you wanna go then?” Cassie offered. 

She bit her cheek. “Okay then.” 

Lia practically jumped at the opportunity to ask. “Okay, truth or dare.”

“I will pick dare.”

Lia and Cassie hummed in sync. 

“Classy. I love it.” Lia chirped. Sloane already knew she may regret this in milliseconds. “I dare you to name all your childhood crushes.”

Sloane swallowed. “That is not a dare, that is a truth.”

Cassie agreed and Sloane smiled at her back up.

“It’s not even a bad one, c’mon!” Lia squealed. 

“Okay, well───” Sloane paused to think, her finger toying with her lips. Since she was young, her eyes always drew to girls in particular. Not many guys, but as she grew up, it faded. “My preferences were Kim Possible and even Jasmine from Alladin, if you all must inquire.”

Micheal burst out laughing, folding over himself and Sloane wanted to hide. 

“We have our own Kim Possible in this room.” He suggested, pointing to a stricken Cassie, who didn’t really know what was occurring. 

“She hasn’t seen it.” Dean said for her. Sloane didn’t need anyone to tell her that Dean figured that all on his own. 

Sloane hadn’t considered the two to be similar ─── it was only because of their hair colour. 

“Someone loves Cassie! Dean watch out.” Micheal shoved Sloane and her eyes widened. 

“Excuse me, I was an infant when I had this crush and I do not think of Cassie like that.” She defended, crossing her arms. Was she pouting? Just another thing for Micheal and Dean to annoy her about. “A YouGov survey found that nearly 40% of lesbians say their first crush was a female cartoon character ─── such as Kim Possible, or Raven from Teen Titans.”

The group fell silent while Sloane ranted. It wasn’t a secret, but she hadn’t exactly had a relationship to prove it either. 

“Dean must've crushed on Kim Possible then.” Micheal chuckled as Dean rolled his eyes, but he didn’t deny.

“We support you, Sloane.” Cassie smiled and Sloane’s cheeks tinged pink at the acknowledgement, with the fact everyone now knew. 

Lia scoffed. “Don’t be weird about it. Sloane’s our little lesbian now.” 

“Little - what?” Dean echoed, giving her a look. 

“Now you’re making it weird.” Micheal said. 

“Can someone else go?” Sloane suggested. “I am two minutes past the normal human attention span through this particular dare ─── if you would call it that.”

“Ask away.” Lia smirked. 

Sloane didn’t know who to ask, she particularly didn’t like as the others waited for her to decide. She took these games more seriously than the others, all she knew was facts, not jokes. 

But, she almost had forgotten about her troubles mere hours ago.

“When asked by close friends, the odds of picking “dare” rise to around 55%.” Sloane blurted.

“Well, I’m glad you consider us your friend.” Micheal snorted and Sloane’s eyebrows pinched. 

“Fine.” She tilted her chin upwards. “Micheal───”

Lia rubbed her hands together.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

He threw off her statistic!

“What is your biggest pet peeve of anyone in the current room?”

Dean snickered as Cassie smiled. 

“Sloane, getting right to the dirt I see.” Lia said. 

Micheal’s hands clutched his chest playfully. 

“If my guess is correct, 88% will be ─── you won’t say anything about the person who asked you.” Sloane smiled. 

“I don’t think there’s anything bad you can say about Sloane.” Cassie said. 

“Like her caffeine addition?” Micheal retorted, crossing his arms. Sloane scoffed, throwing off her statistics again. 

“My caffeine is important to me, thank you very much.” 

Dean nodded along, shaking his head. “If I were talking statistics, I think Micheal’s about to talk some shit about me.”

Sloane nods. “That would be correct." 

Micheal didn’t need to think for long. “You always know how to piss me off, Redding, without even doing anything.”

Lia rolled her eyes. “Get a room, boys.” 

Dean snorted as Cassie laughed, leaning closer to Dean, holding his arm and bundled close to his big sweater. 

“We should share the most interesting facts we know!” Sloane suggests ─── that’s a game she liked to play.

“For you to correct them and tell us we’re wrong?” Micheal smiled. 

Sloane didn’t move. “A polite correction.”

“Snooze fest.” Lia said and Sloane wasn’t sure if it was a fake yawn. It probably was, because she stood up. When Sloane looked at the clock, it read one in the morning.Only seven percent of people are awake at 1 a.m.

Dean asked Cassie if she was tired and she nodded, giving a sympathetic smile to Sloane. 

So, the three were gone like that, leaving Sloane with her own thoughts, attempting to count to block out any more thoughts of Aaron taking over. 

“Sloane.”

She almost forgot Micheal sat beside her on the floor. Her head ripped towards his, and she immediately wanted to hide. She knew he knew her every emotion right now, what she was trying to mask. She was almost the worst person at hiding her emotions among the five, just because she didn’t know how to manipulate the emotions or body language like Lia, Micheal, Cassie, or Dean did.

“Sloane.” He tried again, softer. 

“Yes?”

“I think I have some facts up my sleeve.”

Like magic tricks, but facts! Sloane chuckled and Micheal smiled. 

Sloane loved math, but she also loved theories just as much as regular data. Since she knew all probabilities, figuring out things she didn’t know was fascinating and Micheal knew that. They’ve had their fair share of universal debates. 

“You don’t really want to talk anymore.” He presumed, so out of the blue, it caught Sloane off guard before she could get another word out. It wasn’t an accusation he was hurt by, it was a fact. A fact so deep, of course it reflected Micheal's profiling. She didn’t particularly like when the group profiled each other.

“What? What makes you say that?”

Micheal leaned back a little, squinting his eyes. “Eyes not focused, your brain is somewhere else, but your mouth is forming small words of what you think you want to say.” 

Sloane ducked her head. She knew Micheal knew what she wasn’t trying to think about, but he asked anyway.

“What’s on your mind?”

He was right, Sloane didn’t want to talk. She wasn’t going to, not about Aaron, not about her father, not about anything.

Slowly, she counted her fingers by every ten thousand. 

“You don’t have to talk.” He started gently, moving to sit closer beside her, both leaning against the bottom of the couch. “But you’re going to be okay, Sloane. I promise.” 

I promise. Most people didn’t promise things they couldn’t ─── but some did to make others feel better. This may be one of those cases. She didn’t know much statistics about psychology, that’s what Cassie and Dean did.

Tears welled in her eyes, ones she didn’t realize were there until she blinked and a tear fell down her cheek. When she hugged Micheal, she made him promise her he wouldn’t go away too. 

Now the brother she didn’t have, not anymore. 

Here Micheal was, he wasn’t leaving. Sloane was used to people doing that to her.

“I won’t leave you.” He said, his head tilted and resting on her shoulder. 

Sloane sniffed and cleared her throat. “Fun fact, crying releases endorphins. So I’m self-medicating right now.”

His laugh rumbled against her as she smiled, wiping her tears. Micheal kicked her leg jokingly and Sloane already felt his comfort through her bones. Maybe everything would be okay, even if some days were bad, she could count on her people ─── her family.

“So───” Micheal started. “Which planet do you think has aliens?”

( 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 )  bellamy blake x fem!oc (reese coldwell)

.˚ ᡣ𐭩 reese struggles with sleeping . . . all the time. bellamy doesn't really know why, until he finds her the night of unity day little snipit from my fanfic series! if you enjoyed, go read the first two books published on wattpad: fvaeries wc: 2.6k

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Reese has never paid attention to unity day. When she was younger, her mom used to tell her stories of how the Ark came together━━and was now their home that she was thankful to live in. Now it was just a memory, and Reese was thankful to be out of it. Because if she knew living on the ground would be the only best thing that's happened to her, she would've jumped out a long time ago.

So, she didn't pay attention to what Jaha was saying. She found his voice to be irritating for the most part, and instead, she set off to Jasper and Monty's tent.

She still stayed there, and for once, she had slept. Well, she wasn't sure how long she had but she felt better, and even better when she didn't have a nightmare. Her slumber was blank, and that was good enough.

Though━━five or so hours of sleep were going to catch up to haunt her. Her legs felt weak as if they were made of jelly, and her head pounded every once in a while throughout the days.

Monty had shifted his sleeping area over to give Reese more room. Most days, she felt guilty for invading their space, even after Jasper reassured her countless times that they enjoyed her company.

She hasn't heard anyone say that before, not out loud anyways.

With no one in it, it felt peaceful. She had gotten out her notebook and skimmed over her latest drawings. The beautiful flower on the trip she and Bellamy took, and a bird that was pierced on a nearby tree she spotted.

But there was one she always missed. One she used to look back on everyday, but it was gone.

The drawing of her mother.

She hasn't forgotten the day when it got washed away, and she sat surrounded by the beautiful blue-purple plants that lit up the night.

She used that drawing to ground herself when she was afraid, lonely, or whenever she thought her mother's loving face was slipping away.

She knew it never would, but Reese felt like she was being ripped away from her each second━━and the last bit she remembers and has of her will fade into the dust.

To her dismay, she remembers her fathers more clearly.

Why do the bad ones always stick?

It was as if she felt the world starting to slip away, while sweat grazed her hands and neck. Her eyelids felt like they were carrying two pounds of rocks overtop of them, and she was using her last bit of strength to hold them.

Hold on a little, Reese. She scolds herself. Stay awake.

Stay awake.

Stay awake.

Reese's eyes slowly adjust to a bright light, as she slowly sat up.

She looked around but couldn't see anything, just white.

She didn't remember when she fell asleep, but for once in her life, it didn't feel like she was sitting on a bed of rocks.

Bringing her hands up to rub her eyes, whiteness starts to fade━━only slightly━━and Reese's vision is blurry before it becomes clear.

That's when she realizes she is not in a tent at all, and there's a faint ringing in her head.

And her heart stops when she sees her father standing above her, watching her.

All of a sudden, it was too quiet. So quiet, it was the type of silence that made you lose your mind. She couldn't hear the gun going off, or the sound of her bones cracking.

Or what seemed to be the raging shouts and screaming that escaped his lips.

He had grabbed into her shirt, hurling her out of what seemed to be a bed, forcing her feet to make harsh contact with the floor.

There's a sudden pounding━━almost a knock━━at her head, feeling her legs immediately go limp once she lands, and before she can collapse, he grabs her shirt again—hurling her against the white walls.

Too bright, too cold.

The silence was replaced with ringing in her head━━the faint sound of a whisper she thinks. Her mind was so scrambled she wasn't sure what was happening.

Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy.

You're crazy. She wanted to say━━to shout. To shout at the man starting to storm in front of her. It seemed way too familiar.

His steps faltered before he stopped. Raging eyes darted into Reese's.

"You didn't get the pills did you?" The man spat, inching closer and closer.

She didn't remember him even asking her to.

"You didn't get it? Did you?"

She couldn't back away, the wall and spall tables on each side was blocking her. He was too close to run.

"You didn't get it, did you?"

"No━━dad, please I'm sorry." She held her hands in front of her, bracing for what would happen next.

He didn't make a move, or hint he was for that matter. It just made the gun go off more as he glared at her. A glare that didn't seem human. One that could burn holes through her that belonged to some sort of monster.

"You fucking bitch!" He yells, and without warning, he grabbed onto the top of Reese's shirt, the fabric balling up in his hands leaving her lifted off the ground as the remaining fabric tugged against her throat.

She kicked and screamed as he yanked her around, his hand coming in contact with her skull which felt like it was made of glass. So fragile━━yet, she was strong.

Her vision slipped away.

Fight this, Idiot. She managed to think━━and she barely heard her screams and desperate pleas for help. To see if anyone━━anyone, was outside their door.

He claimed a hand over her mouth as she screamed louder, kicking her legs everywhere as if they were going to give her some air.

Another punch, one to the gut, making her stomach spiral in all directions as if her body was slowly slipping away.

She couldn't breathe.

Another punch.

Again...

And again...

"Reese!"

Another.

"Reese!"

A distant voice calls to her, echoing against the cold wall he continued to hit her head against. Was it her mother telling her to fight?

"Reese, wake up." She tells her. But she can't, she's already dead. Earth floating outside the Ark was slipping away━━she couldn't.

Her eyes flutter closed, as the pounding runs her head gets louder━━and just when she thinks she's done for, tears streaming down her face, her father's next punch makes her frantic eyes fly open with a gasp.

"You're okay, Reese. You're safe."

He wrapped his arms around her in an instant━━barely giving her time to register his face━━drew her to his chest, and when she began to sob against his shoulder, his eyes softened as she held onto him tighter.

You're not safe.

Only then did she realize where she really was. It was dark, so dark her eyes are still adjusting from the bright lights. She can still hear her father's shouting, making her sob harder as if it could block them out.

God, she felt so lost. Pathetic.

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that," She heard him mumble, the sound of his brittle voice edging in his chest and vibrating against her ear.

She no longer felt her racing one━━instead, the soft ba-bump, ba-bump of Bellamy's ━━ and the walls in front of her eyes just came crashing.

A choked sob tears through her, a waterfall of salty tears she's held for so long running down her face to cause a flood. His hands gently on her hair aren't cold like usual but they're warm and comforting and she doesn't deserve this but━━

She can't move away.

She's lost in the embrace.

The cold was replaced with warmth, and the pain she felt in her chest when a hand brushed hers filled her with a fluttering in her free heart.

"It's okay." She hears him whisper. 

It's not. She thinks. Not like this. Not for her.

He must have felt her frantically try to move away because he tightens his grasp around her, keeping Reese in place as if she always belonged in his arms. And despite her struggle, she felt thankful. Her mind was working its way against her, and Bellamy was grounding it. He knew she didn't want to move away—hell, even she knows that! Deep down.

Bellamy continued running circles on her back. He felt Reese's tears soak the area of his shirt that her head was resting upon━━where he held the back of her head to let her know she could stay, lightly grazing his thumb against her hair.

Muffled sobs shook her body. Every shake to her body felt like a piece of her was being ripped away, and the only thing keeping herself from splitting into pieces was Bellamy cradling her.

She should be used to this, after countless nightmares she's had-she thinks she would be able to face them.

But they felt more real every time━━and each time, she would cry silently and go over the drawings in her book to keep herself centered and remind her she was still alive.

This was the first time she wasn't tearing herself apart alone, and the first time she hadn't used her notebook to cope. Instead, Bellamy held her like he had done it countless times before, as her head fit perfectly where his heart was and his arms fitted around her as a perfect shield from the world. because being in his arms felt as if she was separated from it, and she didn't have—or want—to go over her drawings to remind herself she was.

After what felt like too quickly, Reese had the urge to pull herself away, so that she could breathe at least. Though her chest felt like it had closed up, she needed a little space despite how grateful she was for Bellamy at this moment.

His face was so soft when she looked at him Reese wanted to reach up and touch it.

No, you don't. Says a distant voice. Very, very distant.

"Is it night?" She manages to say, sounding as if her words were choking her.

"Just about." He replied quietly, a faint smile forming on his face. "There's a party going on out there."

"A party?"

"A party."

Only then did she remember it was unity day. God━━did she mention how much she hated it?

"Then why are you here instead of having fun?" She asked, curious and confused. How had he even found her in the first place, and why didn't he look like he wanted to leave?

"I'm not much of a partier, Buttercup. Besides, I was first watch. I don't think some are easy on the moonshine."

Her eyes go wide and wild.

"Why aren't you looking over the camp then!" She scolded, guilt consuming her—she didn't ask for this.

He quickly placed both his hands on her shoulders. The action would have faded Reese flinch away because of the cold━━but his hands felt surprisingly warm to the touch. "It's all taken care of. Monty is doing it."

"How did you find me?"

"Asked Monty."

"And he told you?"

"He told me you stay in their tent."

"Then why were you looking for me?"

He raised his brow humorously. "You're asking a lot of questions."

"And you're avoiding the question."

He sighed softly, biting back a grin. His stupid grin. "I couldn't find you the whole day, and when the party started I wanted to see if you would join in."

She scoffed. "Yeah, I don't do unity day or parties━━and definitely not alcohol." She managed to say, the word feeling bitter on her tongue. "But I know that's not why you were looking for me."

"Oh really?" He reprimanded.

"Yeah, I can tell. You're a terrible liar."

"It's nothing, I promise."

She could still tell there was something behind his eyes, but she didn't push it.

Silence settled between them, and she saw Bellamy begin to stand up.

The thought of sitting alone in the tent made Reese feel uncomfortable—maybe even a tad bit afraid. Without the warmth, it was like the cold was slowly freezing her and the warmth was taken away as soon as he stepped away.

The words couldn't seem to leave her lips, they couldn't.

Stay, she thought.

Please stay.

Shortly after, Reese couldn't take being alone anymore. She wanted to cry because she was always okay with being alone━━but even after scouring through her drawings, her dad's face sucking the life out of her wouldn't leave her mind. To the point where she couldn't breathe herself.

With gunshots ringing in her ear, she stood up and ran out of the tent. The energetic buzz came as a surprise to her, teenagers still wide awake.

Alcohol did that to you.

She spotted Bellamy not too far from the rest━━crunching on what looked like an apple.

Where did he get an apple?

She stuffed her hands in her pockets as she walked up beside him. Immediately acknowledging her presence, he snapped his head down to look at her.

"You okay?" He asked, his calm features turning a little worried.

She nodded, ignoring how her throat felt like it was closing up. Instead of trying to push away her father's face, she concentrated on Bellamy's.

"All good. I just came to see what was going on."

He looked oddly beautiful in the dark. His dark features seemed even darker, and his hair became like the sky. His eyes were so dark, Reese could see the firelight warmly dancing in them.

Sure, Reese had always seen him but suddenly, it was as if he felt different. Like his presence wasn't as heavy as at other times.

Maybe it was the cool night.

"Are you cold?" He asked, hesitantly.

No. She thought. At Least she didn't know she was.

Another shiver ran up her spine, and to her dismay, she saw the sharp bumps against her skin as a fatal reaction to the night.

She didn't remember being cold. She always was cold, every hand, every touch was an ice block, shooting shivers up her back.

Bellamy had shrugged off his jacket effortlessly, awkwardly handing it over to Reese.

She didn't take it, though.

"If someone hands you something, I think you're supposed to take it." He chuckled, somewhat humorously. She'd love to read him better━━she really would, it's just━━she was too out of her head to think. Her mind was swirling, and the only darkness she could see was everything but Bellamy.

Oh, and the jacket.

She still didn't take it.

"When someone hands you something, usually they have the option to accept it or not."

Bellamy wasn't going to take her sarcasm, not her stupid remarks that made him sneer—but couldn't help but crack a smile. So, walking forward, he jokingly throws it at her with a smirk.

The action made her lips turn slightly as she draped it over herself. Once the heaviness of the material touched her skin, she surprisingly didn't flinch, and it was stuck. Oddly, it felt warm. Like a warmth she never had and never could accept, ever.

As a cool breeze brushed past them, Reese softly inhaled the faint scent lingering on it. Mostly smelling of mud, pine, and smoke.

The smoke reminds her of a crackling campfire, like the one burning in the night. And the pine reminds her of the greenest trees. Evergreens━━to which her mother told her people had on Christmas.

And the mud reminds her of the rain. Or, the smell after the rain, at least.

"All good?"

She snapped her head to him, clutching the top of it. "Yeah━━yeah, I'm fine."

He nodded once before walking away, likely to skim the camp again as a watcher over the drunken teenagers at what they could call the ground unity day party.

The first one on the ground.

She felt her eyes linger on him as he walked away, his hands in the pockets of his cargo's and his t-shirt barely hanging against his skin━━showing almost every inch of his broad shoulders.

bellamy’s having a bad day, but he takes it out on his sweet, quiet gf.

tags - angst, fluff, comfort, bellamy is a little stupid sometimes but we love him<3

bellamy was finished with this week. shit has been brewing ever since they landed and he just needed a fucking break. he cared for you with his whole being, another spot in his heart for you — except for today apparently.

he was talking with miller and murphy about the guard, the positions on the fence to look out for grounders when you stumbled along. light smile, you always looked like you floated when you walked. you were his anchor, letting himself calm whenever he’s with you. 

you kept touching his arm, getting too close to him for the way bellamy was pissed. his hands are stiff as he talks to murphy, but he can’t fucking focus.

he took his arm away, all his anger and frustration coming out in you. 

you blinked, brows furrowed and face hot with the presence of miller and murphy. they watched you with pity — great. you had to get out of here before you burst into tears. why would bell do that? 

bellamy sighed as you stormed off — exactly what he wanted, right? no, his heart sped up as his hand drags down his face. without another word, he follows you into the drop ship. 

“out now.” he demands loudly to everyone in there. they all froze and moved without another word. they weren’t trying to stick around, especially not after the bracelet fiasco.

you’re sitting in the bench, haven’t even noticed him. your sweet eyes are broken, down and saddened his heart breaks. he never wanted this, he hated to see you like this in general. the fact he did this made him hate himself.

“hey — princess.” he tried, kneeling down in front of you. your hands, fiddling nervously. you didn’t look up, so he bites his cheek and lightly grazed his two fingers on your knee. “y/n, baby.” 

you look up just when he does, for eyes meeting his serious ones, torn with guilt. his fingers continue to circle your knee as you sigh. 

“bell, please just go back out. that’s what you wanted anyway.” You chided lowly. you couldn’t stick up for yourself, bellamy knew the fire you had in you. you could do it, even if it was for him, he deserved it right now. 

the fact he did that in front of miller and murphy made you want to die even more — ugh.

“it’s never an excuse. i’ve been so stressed today, i did not mean any of that back there.”

you knew that, you knew his sweet eyes were pleading for you. he never tried to hurt you. just like now, as his gently touch traces your knee, it’s the most pressure he uses when touching you, like you’ll fall apart. 

that’s what you were doing, you were giving him the space he wanted, not because he had to run after you — even though he did. 

his curls are wet from the lake — the few showers the delinquents got down here. as he looks up at you, his eyes glisten with something more than admiration. 

“ 'm sorry, princess.” 

a small smile quirks in your lips, looking around the drop ship as if other people were there to hear. "i'm sorry you’re stressed.” 

he shrugs. “don’t be.” 

you shrugged too. “okay.”

he chuckled. thumb moving from your knee to your ear, tucking your hair flush behind it. his hand smoothed over the side of your head comfortingly. he had unfinished business with miller and murphy but none of that mattered right now, not if you weren’t by his side. “let’s go back out there, yeah?” 

you smiled, seeing his hand outstretched for you. you softly take it, calm spreading through your bones. 

and just like that, bellamy wasn’t in a bad mood anymore with you there.

( 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 )  joe singh x reader

.˚ ᡣ𐭩 joe comforting you when your parents are being shitty (again) tags - hurt/comfort, padma is my love wc: 650

You stormed through the door at a loss for words ━━ as if you had any to say to anyone. There was one thing for sure, they wouldn’t be for your parents, coming to town thinking they can still own and control your own life.

You’ve been through this shit so many fucking times you were sick of it. Their voices, how they acted, getting in your head━━

It got to be too much.

Which is why the door bell rings as you storm in, your beaten down sneakers shuffling against the floors.

Your head is spinning inside and out, spiraling at a hint for words and a glimpse of your lifeline behind the counter. The guy who would run out of Blue Farm with just a phone call, the one who you cried to first when struggling, because your parents weren’t there enough to give you the chance. 

Your hand falls to the piercing cold counter, spotting Padma finishing an espresso order.

Sensing your distress, she runs over, her eyes concerned. “Are you okay? Do you need━━”

You were already nodding for Joe, at a loss for breath. You think she’s going to leave you standing to find him, but instead, she pulls your arm around the counter before it moves to your shoulder and leads you cautiously to the back.

The minute you walk through the back doors, Joe’s familiar frame filters through your vision. Someone safe ━━ you were safe, you were okay.

He drops the knife he’s using to cut the vegetables on the white cutting board and immediately runs to your side, sneaking a quick appreciated glance at Padma before his gentle hands grasp your upper arms. 

“Hey, hey, what happened ━━ what’s goin’ on?” 

He said it so gently you could melt right there, but instead your stomach clenches and it makes your tears fall faster, still gasping for breath.

He nods knowingly before wrapping his strong arms around you, shielding your head from the world in which he wanted to protect you from.

“Hey, shh, I’m here, you’re okay, I’m not goin’ anywhere, honey.” He whispers into your hair , your sniffles blocking out the noise. 

Once your heaving breaths slow, his hand slides to your back as his thumb absentmindedly draws circles on your shoulder blades. 

He didn’t say more, but you were already starting your rant, choking hiccups interupting each word you wanted to say. 

“They showed━━they showed up again, I don’t know uh━━I don’t know why and they kept saying how━━”

Those words come to light, where you’d never make it in life with the pace you were at. How they’ve made up a magical fairy tale land for you to live in and you chose the furthest thing from it. They must be so proud, that shit sucks.

His eyes fall softer, flickering around your face for answers you don’t even have. “You don’t have to say anything, only if you think it helps, okay? I know you’ve been━━um━━struggling with your family situation, but I’m here for you, okay?”

You nodded along, spotting the customer line growing larger. If Padma had peeked in to see if you were okay and if Joe could continue his shift, it didn’t matter now. 

Your fingers trace his jaw, then fall to his thick beard. “What’s the worst fight you’ve had with your parents, champ?” You chortled a wet laugh, sniffing. Just seeing his smile made you feel better, at ease.

He chuckled, head bowing down for a minute before it raised with furrowed brows, then a smile, genuine. “Gosh, I don’t know ━━ isn’t this about you right now? Don't worry about me, honey.”

“It’s only about me if we make it about me.” You sighed, wanting to sit down and eat and especially sit with Joe forever. “Besides, I need distractions.”

He laughed, his relief evident once that smile he loved so much returned to your face ━━ the sparkle finding its light through your eyes to shine through his brown ones. 

“Just looking at you is mine.”

Playfully, you slapped him on the arm before he winces playfully in return. "Too cheesy. I think i'll order a croissant now."

His gentle hand slid down your arm as he walked past you, giving it a squeeze as his eyes lock with yours.

"Coming right up, champ."

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