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400 celebration🫂

i hit 400 like 3 days ago lol, i’ve never done this before but i’m bored, ty friends

ends july 2nd

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we’re not alone, part one. bellamy blake x reader

summary: in which reader and bellamy discover they and the rest of the plane crash survivors are not the only ones on the island

warning/s: swearing, gif not mine

slater’s note: based off “lost”.

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“bellamy,” you reached behind you, blindly trying to grip and get ahold of him as you were suddenly shunned into a shocked and practically terrified state. “bellamy.”

you gaped at the man before you. a tall tall man, taller than bellamy who had another person slung over his shoulder, a person you soon realized to be murphy.

his shirt was torn and damp from the previous rainfall. dirt was smudged and staining his pants and white button up. you could tell a lot about someone with their attire, especially this man, and from the sight of it, it looked as if he hadn’t changed for days, as in wherever he came from, they lacked supplies.

bellamy finally turned. realization had hit him just as fast, his arm gripping your forearm mindlessly as he tilted his body, attempting to ease you further away from the man. the unfamiliarity of the person before the two of you could only mean bad news, for you were deep within the wilderness, far from the rest of your group and friends.

unfamiliarity meant danger, especially when it came to human beings you had never seen before on a desert island.

before bellamy could speak or let alone do anything, the man filled the silence.

“where is your doctor?”

°•

you had found abby in the bunker with kane, both occupied in their own entertainment before three loud clumped footsteps interrupted their peace.

“abby,” you could see the coloration of her face fade at the sight of the huge unfamiliar man just as what happened to you. her eyes didn’t meet yours, nor did kane’s as he got to his feet rather fast in defense. “it’s murphy, he’s been shot.”

it was then did the speed pick up and the attention from the man was drawn away and contracted to the frail boy held over his shoulders. you stared in despair as you watched it all unfold, helplessly, your arms hanging to your sides for you had no idea what to do, what to make of this.

five days ago you had bid murphy, two other men, and a little boy goodbyes. one of the men, michael had built a makeshift raft, a very large one made from scrap of the plane and resources that you all could find from the jungle.

your chest had swelled with uneasiness as you watched the nasty boy disappear within the dark along with his friends, having as much hope a person could have for them to find help, a boat, more land, whatever that wasn’t this island.

what went wrong?

why was he injured and who was this strange man?

murphy was tossed in the shower, cold water raining down on him causing him conscious to reappear with coughs and groans of pain.

you clenched your jaw and held your breath as you listened from the main room, eyes finding the floor before you felt a hand grip your bicep.

you looked up to see bellamy, not looking at you but rather behind you, uneasiness filling his eyes just as they filled yours. “who are you?”

you turned your head toward the man, now getting a better look at him. his eyes looked empty, his shoulder sulking and low as he only stood there, not knowing what to do with himself but stay silent. it seemed as if he already did his job, completed what he was set to do when coming here, for now, it seemed it was his time to shut down from any other interaction.

you now fully turned your body, your back practically pressed against bellamys, your hand almost indistinctively pressed against his chest in fear that he would jump at the man. you knew that voice. he was starting to get defensive and protective from the unfamiliarity that hit him in the chest. 

“i’ve never seen you before.”

“bellamy, i don’t think he’s a threat,” you almost bit your tongue when saying this, defying his decision with being cautious. that decision was valid and probably the right idea to go about this situation but your mind was very well overwhelmed with the fact of the raft failing. 

“y/n,” he gave you a pointed look, pulling at your arm as if pulling you away from the man, wanting to have a private conversation. “he shows up out of nowhere with murphy hauled over his shoulder, looking as if he was the one who put the bullet in murphy’s shoulder. how do we know that’s not true? where’s michael? where’s everyone else?”

“bellamy, i don’t know,” you shook your head, suddenly gripping his arm that held your own. “i don’t know but i have a feeling we wouldn't be here right now if he was one of them.”

“y/n,” his glare is even hard now, gripping your arm tighter as if that were to coax you into switching to his mindset, but it only made you clench your jaw harder. “we can’t let our guard down. i’ve never seen him before. as far as we’ve known we have been alone. where did he come from?”

“you are on an island my friend,” the man tipped his head to bellamy, “you’ve never been alone.”

the two of you turned your attention to the man quickly, surprised to his response. you glanced up to bellamy, seeing a slight twitch in his eye and his jaw tightening causing his jawline to heighten in sharpness. he looked back down to you, licking his the side of his cheek before looking back to the man.

°•

“you know it was going great at first,” murphy rolled his head before speaking, his voice low and filled with uncomfortableness from the gunshot wound still eating away at him. everyone subtly crowded around murphy in one of the bedrooms while you waited out in the main room, watching the strange man while still listening the best you could. 

you had to convince bellamy to allow you to watch him without the brooding company of himself, fearing he'd choke the man out if they were left alone in the same room. the two of you sat on chairs on opposite ends of the room, lacking eye contact as you stared at the floor and his eyes traveled off into space. 

“we got a signal of another boat and you couldn't believe the excitement we all felt until we realized the boat wasn't there to rescue us but to only take the kid,” you lifted your attention to the direction of the room, your chest tightening up to his words. the kid, was michael’s ten year old boy, walt. “they shot me in the arm before lighting our boat on fire, leaving us to drown.” 

your eyes drew back to the man, practically devastated and looking to him, almost asking if what murphy was saying was actually true. he didn’t look back at you. 

“we somehow ended back on shore only to find a group of people,” murphy had grabbed abby’s wrist lightly, proving he seemed to be a lot more loopy than she thought. “they’re the others, the back of the plane. they survived.”

it all went silent, the strangers eyes finally met yours, finally revealing that this part was true with the sincereness buried in his pupils. you got up rather fast with your hands clenching at your sides. 

you felt your mind suddenly bursting with a feeling of ambition due to the realization. before the crash, the back plane broke off, sending off into god knows where causing the group from the front plane survivors think they were dead. 

“take me to them.”

he looked up to you, his chin nuzzled within the palm of his hand as if he were bored. he didn't speak nor did he make any move to stand to his feet until you marched forward and closer with your eyes filled with a solid, persistent stare, “take me to them.”

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heat

pairings: jj maybank x reader

request: #3 on the req of roommate au for jj 😩😩 // The heat is off because our landlord sucks so I slept in your bed last night and I’m realizing how much I enjoy waking up next to you

warnings: roommate!au

word count: 700

to be fair, you didn’t think you had to pay the bills for at least two more weeks. you should’ve known though, your landlord made his disdain for you and your roommate quite obvious.

wrapped up in two thick duvets, you groaned. with winter rolling around, the cold of your apartment didn’t help you warm up.

it was deep into the night when jj came back home from his job. he was looking forward to the comfortable sanctuary he calls his warm bed, what he didn’t expect though was to be greeted by a chill in your usual cozy home.

he walked towards the thermostat, expecting you to have lowered the temperature but seeing it off made him let out a disgruntled whine.

when you heard a faint knock on your door, you peaked your head through the covers and smiled when you saw jj walk in with two cups of hot chocolate.

you sipped on it as soon as you got a hold of it, letting out a soft moan of satisfaction, “thanks, j. you’re a lifesaver.”

he chuckled, laying in with you as you lifted the comforter up to invite him in. the both of you stayed in bed all night, having a disney movie marathon as you tried your best to keep yourself distracted from the cold.

the sun seeping through your blinds woke jj up, he blindly tried to pat down another pillow to keep his eyes covered from the light when your body heat snapped him out of his daze. there was an old disney movie playing on the tv, the two of you must’ve slept in.

jj carefully shifted his body to look at you. you were cuddled into his side, arms and legs sprawled against him as your nose slightly tickled him.

he smiled softly. it was nice, he thought, waking up next to you. the two of you weren’t necessarily something. there was playful flirting here and there, flushed faces, and heart eyes, but none of you made the move to ask each other out.

he brushed a few strands of hair away from your face, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek.

the slight brush against your face made you stir from your slumber. you hummed as you felt the stare of the blonde, nuzzling your face deeper into his neck.

“good morning, sunshine,” he grinned, his voice raspy from just having woken up.

“morning,” you yawned, shuddering slightly from the cold.

jj’s smile grew as he watched you make yourself comfortable in his embrace. he ran a hand on your arm, making the goosebumps disappear.

he kissed your forehead, “i could get used to this,”

you hummed, “yeah?”

“yeah,” he smiled, tilting his head to look at you.

“i’d kiss you right now but the morning breath doesn’t sound so attractive right now,” you laughed, rubbing the excess sleep from your eyes.

jj suddenly leaped up, throwing the covers away from you. he pulled you up by your arms and threw you on his shoulder.

“jj!” you shrieked, throwing weak punches at his back.

he wordlessly walked around your apartment and opened the bathroom door. he sat you down on the countertop.

you gave him a confused smile, watching him, tousled bed head and ruffled clothes, shuffle through the cabinet. he shoved the toothbrush and toothpaste in your hand with a patient look, “go on,”

“you are unbelievable,” you scoffed humorously, brushing your teeth as he did the same, smiling cheekily at you through the mirror.

as soon as both of you were finished, he placed both arms at each of your sides. you brought your hands at the back of his neck and played with his messy locks.

“may i?” he whispered, leaning closer that your noses were touching.

you nodded, meeting his lips halfway and finally getting around the feeling of kissing him. you’ve thought of how his lips would feel on yours but nothing compares to it actually happening.

when you pulled away the both of you had wide grins on your faces, you leaned in again and stole a few more pecks.

“guess we have to thank mr. landlord for turning off our heat, huh?”

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CAN YOU PLEASE MAKE MORE FINNICK FICS PLEASE I LOVED YOUR RECENT ONE

OH MY GOD OF COURSE I WILL. I LITERALLY FELT LIKE HIS FANDOM WAS DEAD AND IT MADE ME DEPRESSED ASF

some of you tom holland writers are brilliant.