Anon requested:   Hi! I saw that you wrote a 100 request and I loved it. Would you mind writing a Bellamy x reader for me where (Y/N) was wounded during a fight against the grounders. She survived, but was left with an awful scar across her back. It left (Y/N) insecure, but Bellamy loves it, convincing her that it shows how strong she is

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

You and Bellamy had been dating for a while now, and it wasn’t like he’d never seen you naked before, but it had been a few weeks since the last time. Since the grounders attacked your camp. There were a few changes in your behavior which he now began to notice. Things like you leaving his tent to change clothes, or distracting him when he tried to get you in bed with him. 

He’d asked you about it a couple of times, which often ended up turning into an argument. He thought you were having doubts about him, and that you wanted to end the relationship, but he couldn’t be more off. You loved Bellamy, and you’d trust him with your life. You just really didn’t want him to see the permanent ‘art’ (as Raven called it)  that one of the grounders left on your body. 

It had been a normal day until the grounders all of sudden attacked. No one saw it coming. One of the grounders ran up to Jasper, so you jumped in between them, stabbing the grounder in the neck. It was the first time you’d ever killed someone, so you stood there, just staring at his lifeless body falling to the ground. This gave another grounder the perfect opportunity to kill you from behind, but he was killed by Jasper in the process, so all he left you was a huge scar right down your spine. 

Now it was one of those nights again, you were in Bellamy’s tent, just hanging around, and he tried to make a move. When you pulled away, he lost it.

‘Are you kidding me [Y/N]?! It’s been two weeks! What’s going on with you?’ He shouted.

‘Bellamy.. I…’ you started, but he never let you finish.

‘If you want to end things, just do it. Don’t hurt me like this.’  his voice softened. He sounded defeated, like all of the fight had been pulled out of him.

‘It’s not you Bell..’ you said softly. His face lit up when he heard you call him by his nickname.

‘Then what is it? you?’ he sighed.

‘It’s this..’ you turned your back to him and pulled your shirt over your head, nervously waiting for a response. You were afraid he was going to be grossed out, which wouldn’t be unlikely, because you were too. The scar went right down your spine, and covered the full length of your back. It almost looked like you had had back surgery, because it was such a straight line.

Bellamy walked over to you and traced the scar with his fingers.

‘So this is why you’ve been so distant lately?’ he asked, and you nodded.

‘It’s so beautiful..’ he said.

You frowned and turned around. ‘Beautiful? It’s disgusting. It’s all over my back.’

‘[Y/N], you survived a grounder attack. You even have this to remind you of that. This should be something you’re proud of, not something you want to hide. It’s not a scar, it’s a work of art.’ he paused for a moment. ‘You, are a work of art.’ 

Bellamy softly pressed his lips onto yours. He spent the rest of the night telling you the things he loved about you, and he mentioned your scar multiple times. He showed you all of his scars, which you traced with your fingers while he told you the stories behind them. Some of them were funny. Some of them were sad. But they were all memories. He made you realize you worried over nothing, and that scars weren’t always a bad thing.

Request:  can i request a bellamy x reader with the prompt ‘how about you shut up and listen to me?’

A/N: my first ever the 100 imagine! English isn’t my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes!

You were awoken by the loud sound of people yelling at each other. Raven walked into your tent and threw some clothes at you. 

‘Monty’s missing. You should get dressed, you’re on the search team.’ she explained and ran back out.

‘Good morning to you too.’ you sighed and quickly put on your clothes.

When you walked outside you saw the whole camp in chaos. Everybody was panicking over Monty going missing, because he wasn’t the first. Four other kids had disappeared over the past few days, and there were a lot of theories going around. Most of them involved grounders kidnapping people from camp, but you weren’t convinced.

Bellamy walked up to you, and you really weren’t looking forward to him talking. He was an arrogant dick, who’d been taking people’s wristbands, making the Ark think earth wasn’t survivable. He thought of himself as the leader, and you couldn’t stand him. The feeling seemed mutual. Bellamy knew you were winning over people, and he couldn’t deal with the fact that some kids chose you over him.

‘What’s taking you so long? Those people won’t find themselves.’ he said, grabbing your arm to lead you to the rest of the search group.

‘Let go of me.’ you said, trying to sound at least somewhat threatening. ‘I can walk over there myself, thank you very much.’ 

He let out a groan of annoyance. ‘It’s too early for this [Y/N]. How about you wait a little longer before you start acting up?’ A smirk appeared on his face.

‘How about you stop being an asshole, and I’ll consider it?’ you answered smiling.

‘How about the two of you stop fighting like a married couple?’ Octavia laughed as she stepped in between us.

Everybody laughed, except for Bellamy and you. 

‘Let’s go, those people won’t find themselves.’ you said trying to provoke Bellamy, who shot you a dirty look.

The sun was setting, and you’d been searching all day. Your legs felt like they were about to give in, and your stomach growled.

‘Guys, do you think we should head back to camp?’ you asked, picking some berries and eating them. There was no response.

‘Guys?’ you turned around to find that you’d lost the group, and had no idea where you were. ‘Shit’ you mumbled, trying to find your way back.

After a while of searching, the sun had set completely, and it was pitch black. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’ you shouted, leaning back against a tree. 

‘[Y/N]? Is that you?’ 

‘Bellamy?’

‘I thought I recognized that swearing.’ he laughed.

‘I’m so glad I found you guys!’ you exclaimed.

‘Sorry to disappoint, but it’s just me, and I’m lost.’ Bellamy sighed.

‘Oh..’ you sighed.

‘Wow, am I really that disappointing?’ Bellamy tried to joke.

‘The fact that we’re going to freeze to death is pretty disappointing, so I’m sorry if I’m not that excited to see you.’ you complained. 

‘Would you stop being such a pessimist? I did find a bunker.’ he sounded annoyed at you.

‘Great, then we’ll starve to death in a bunker! What an improvement!’ 

You didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did, but the cold made you grumpy.

Bellamy just rolled his eyes and tried to keep his anger under control, leading you to the bunker and searching the cupboards for any food or water, with no results.

‘So was I right? Are we going to starve to death?’ 

You knew very well you were provoking a fight, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. Anything that took your mind off the hunger and the cold was good enough for you. The wall you were sitting against was hurting your back, and you felt miserable.

‘Do me a favor. Die first. At least then I’ll get a moment without your complaining before I go out.’ Bellamy responded, also provoking a fight. 

‘How about you just go to sleep so I don’t have to talk to you?’ you suggested.

‘How about you shut up and listen to me?’ Bellamy stepped closer towards you. He seemed threatening, so you stood up.

‘I will never, ever, take orders from you.’ you stepped closer as well.

‘Why? Because you’re so good on your own? That’s what got you into this mess in the first place!’ Bellamy shouted. 

‘Well I’m not the only one in this mess! So that means you’re no good on your own either! What kind of leader are you?’ you shouted back.

‘A better one than you! At least I dare to take action!’ He stepped even closer, leaving only a few inches between your faces.

‘Then why do i never see you take any action?’ you asked provokingly, squinting your eyes, daring him to say something else.

Bellamy took your face in his hands and crashed his lips onto yours. It didn’t take you long to return the kiss. This had been building up over the past few days, and the two of you had finally snapped. The kiss was fiery and passionate. His hands landed on your waist, pulling you against him, and your hands were in his hair. Your tongues circled each other and your hands roamed each others bodies. 

When you finally let go of each other, the two of you weren’t cold anymore. 

A/N : English isn’t my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes

It was 3 am and you still hadn’t gone to bed. There was research to be done, and you knew Sam was exhausted, so you told him to go to sleep, promising him you would pick up where he left off for a few hours. Only a few hours turned into a whole night because you couldn’t find anything. Dean went out right after dinner, so you just assumed he ended up in a bar somewhere.

The bunker door opened and Dean walked in. He attempted to hang his jacket on the coat rack, but failed, and fell against the wall. Oh god, he was wasted. You walked over to him, helping him get up. 

‘Come on, let’s get you to bed, okay?’ you said and started guiding him towards his bedroom. 

Dean broke himself free from your grip. 

‘Why don’t you go and bring Sam to bed? If you’re lucky, you’ll even end up there with him’ he laughed sarcastically.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ you asked, a little insulted.

‘What’s that supposed to mean? Well let me tell you what that’s supposed to mean!’ Dean shouted, sitting down on his bed and almost falling off. 

‘You’re in love with Sam! Which is dumb [Y/N], because he doesn’t love you back! You should be in love with someone who does love you back! You should be in love with...’

Dean stopped talking mid-sentence and fell down on his bed. 

‘I should be in love with who Dean?’ you asked, a little pissed at his shouting.

‘You should be in love with me god damn it!’ he yelled and jumped up from the bed, almost stumbling over. 

‘You should be in love with me! Not Sam! Me!’ he repeated his words.

Your jaw dropped, you couldn’t do anything but repeat his words over and over in your head.

‘Why do you think I’m in love with Sam?’ you asked softly.

‘Well aren’t you?’ Dean asked, still shouting

‘No Dean, I’m not’ you whispered.

Dean’s eyes widened, he looked genuinely shocked. He took a few steps in your direction and crashed his lips onto yours. It didn’t take you long to return the kiss and put your arms around his neck. He put his hands on your waist and pulled you closer.

When you broke the kiss, you decided it was your turn to complain.

‘Couldn’t you have done that sooner?’ 

Dean smiled, and kissed you again.

Requested by anon

A first date with Castiel would include..

- Sam and Dean helping him get ready, telling him what to do

- Castiel being very nervous

- Him picking you up at your doorstep and bringing you flowers

- You constantly having to keep the conversation going, because Cas is too shy

- Him finally finding the courage to take your hand 

- You smiling at him

- Him smiling back at you

- Both of you blushing, a lot

- Him asking you if he’s doing things right all the time

- You laughing at how confused he is

Imagine: 

You being a prophet without knowing that, and having visions about an unknown man (Dean), who you then run into.

There he was. The guy you had been having dreams about for 4 months and 3 days. The man that had died 36 times in your hallucinations, or whatever they were called, and 123 times in your dreams. 

What was supposed to be a quick trip to the gas station, ended up a little different when you saw him, casually filling up his tank, very much alive.

“It’s..it’s you..” you managed to say. Which was quite an accomplishment considering your heart was beating so fast you could hear your pulse. It was hard to focus on anything but the pounding in your head.

His face was a mix of confusion and worry. He looked you up and down before speaking.

“I’m sorry, do we.. know each other?”

A sigh escaped your lips. He didn’t know. Of course he didn’t know. How were you ever going to explain a man who was clearly alive, that you’d seen him die? It wasn’t like you had all day to decide on what to say, since he was still staring at you waiting for a response. 

So you said the most untactful thing you could’ve possibly said.

Dean x reader :

‘I told you so’

Game on, Winchester

Game on, Winchester (part 2)

Guns. 

Two of the same

Piece of heaven

It’s you

Sam x reader :

The Winchesters taking you in.

Cas x reader :

A first date with Castiel would include...

Requests:

Pairing: Dean x reader  (x Cas? sort of?)

Summary: Without any idea how or why, you wake up in heaven. Scared, confused and curious you try to break out of your ‘part’ and look for some answers. When you see the door with Dean’s name marked on it, you can’t help but going in. That’s when you find something you didn’t expect at all.

Warnings: none

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

Your eyes wandered the room you had just woken up in. There were a few things you recognized, such as your favorite book laying on the floor, and steaming hot tea served in your favorite blue mug standing on the kitchen counter.

“What the..?” you whispered to yourself.

It was a small apartment that you’d never seen before. How the hell did you get here? The last thing you remembered was going on a hunt with Sam, coming back home, getting in a huge fight with Dean and falling asleep on the couch not long after. It was a pretty average day until the couch you just woke up on, wasn’t the same couch you fell asleep on.

Your thoughts were all over the place, but for some unknown reason you felt calm. You walked over to the kitchen to take a sip of your tea.                           It was your favorite, so if you were being kidnapped, this person knew an awful lot about you. The drawers and cabins were filled with your favorite foods and when you turned on the radio it was set to your favorite channel. You decided to take another sip and enjoy the music.

“Mmm, seems like heaven.” you mumbled to no one in particular.

Your eyes widened and you dropped your cup of tea on the floor.

“Oh my god.. I’m in heaven.”

Pairing: Reader x Dean (x Sam)

Summary: A witch separates you into two different persons. The good you, and the bad you. Dean runs into the bad you and that’s when things get out of hand.

Warnings: swearing, blood, death

A/N: This was inspired by 10x11, There’s No Place Like Home

No matter how many times you tried, Dean didn’t pick up his phone. Your fingers scrolled down your contacts, and lingered over Sam’s name. He seemed to be your only option, so you pressed ‘call’. The phone rang for what felt like forever.

“Hey [Y/N], what’s up?” Sam answered the phone. He sounded busy, like he wanted to keep this call short.

“Hey Sam…” you started. “I’ve got a bit of a situation here.., and Dean isn’t answering his phone.”

“Are you okay? What’s going on?” Sam asked.

“Well.. I am okay, but.. the other me is not so okay..” you replied.

“Wait what? What do you..? I don’t..” Sam sighed. “I’m on my way.”

Sam walked in to see you on the couch with your head in your hands. You were thinking of ways to reverse what happened, and of ways to reach Dean, who still wasn’t answering his phone.

“[Y/N]? Care to explain what’s going on?” Sam sat down next to you on the couch.

“Well.. long story short. There are two of me right now. My clone, and.. well, me.” you said softly, expecting Sam to be pissed.

Sam looked at you wide-eyed. He either didn’t want to say anything or he didn’t know what to say. You picked up your glass of water to take a sip but accidentally dropped it. 

“Fu..” you tried to swear, but didn’t succeed.

“Fu…” you tried again. “I.. I can’t.. I can’t swear?”

“Oh god..” Sam said. “You weren’t just cloned [Y/N].. You were split in half. You’re the good you, and the other you is pure evil.”