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Cold Night | Jasper Jordan X Reader X Monty Green

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Characters: Jasper/fem!reader, Monty/fem!reader.

A/N: Just a really short story. The idea came when I was trying to sleep, but I couldn’t because it was too cold, so I was like, “It would be wonderful if Jasper were here to keep me warm… Or Monty… Or both”, so here it is.

Word Count: 869 words.

Parts of the series: (1) (2) (3) (4)

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(Y/N), in fact, loved the Earth, even with all the dangers it had; after all, who does not like a good adventure? She loved it when it was cold during the day, with all the clothes she could wore - and the occasional blanket she dragged along with her - and the tasks she performed at the camp, the cold became bearable. But during the night she could hardly bear it; she went to sleep shivering and woke up the same way.

Luckily, she shared her tent with her attentive friends, Monty and Jasper, who always offered the coats they weren’t wearing for her, and usually that was enough to warm her up on a cold night, but not in that one. The girl was already wearing all the coats she could find, but she didn’t feel any warmer. Her teeth ground involuntarily as she curled up, trying to stop herself from shaking.

“Damn it, (Y/N).” Jasper muttered sleepily. A sense of guilt passed through the girl’s body for waking him up. “You’re making me feel cold.”

“Sorry.” she muttered back, feeling her face heating up with embarrassment, which comforted her a little.

A few seconds passed in silence, the only noise being heard came from the girl’s teeth.

“Okay, that’s it.” Jasper spoke again, sounding more awake.

The boy got up and pulled his makeshift bed to the side of (Y/N)’s. She looked curiously at him as he threw himself onto the bed, scooting closer to the girl, meeting her gaze.

“Body heat? Really?” she asked in a shaky voice, a smirk trying to appear on her face.

“It works.” he smirked back. “Can I?”

(Y/N) wanted to laugh, but nodded. Anything to stop that unbearable cold. She turned her body to the other side, letting Jasper lean against her and wrap his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to him.

(Y/N)’s body warmed - not enough, but it warmed - and the girl didn’t know whether it was the actual body heat or the fact that she felt embarrassed by the position she was in. Not that she wasn’t used to having physical contact with Jasper, they hugged each other all the time, but something in her mind said that was different for some reason.

“Feeling warmer?” Jasper’s husky voice whispered in her ear.

“A little bit.” she whispered back, feeling the boy let out a chuckle, making her shiver as she felt his breath on her skin. “Thanks.”

“Anything for friends, right?”

Suddenly a scoff followed by a low “yeah, right” was heard in the tent, which made (Y/N)’s eyes look toward Monty’s bed, noticing that the boy was looking sleepily at them, his gaze looking annoyed. The girl felt the wave of guilt hit her again by waking her other friend as well.

“Sorry, Monty.” she murmured, receiving a small smile from the Green boy, who closed his eyes again. The girl tried to warm her cold hands, rubbing them against each other, making her think that that night was terrible to pass by alone, and seeing Monty lying there in his bed while she was with Jasper made (Y/N)’s heart ache. “Want to join us? This girl could use a little more heat.”

While she had heard a growl coming from Jasper as she spoke those words, a smile widened on Monty’s lips. He hurried out of his mattress to push it closer to hers, as if he already wanted to have done that and was just waiting for the invitation. The girl felt the heat rise as she felt his legs gently touching hers as he scooted closer.

(Y/N), who had her hands together, separated them and took one to hold one of Monty’s hands, which was much warmer than hers, making the boy wince at her contact, which made her smile apologetically for that, but he didn’t seem to mind it, not at all. The girl could feel the boy’s breath in her hand, since their hands were the only thing that separated their faces.

She felt so warm that it wasn’t long before her eyes felt heavy and the calm spread over her body. Monty’s lips brushed lightly against her skin, leaving sweet kisses on the back of her hand. He looked at her face, waiting to see a reaction from the girl, but then he noticed that her eyes were already closed. He gave her a weak smile before closing his eyes too.

Although something told her that it had a meaning, the girl didn’t see what they were doing as a big deal, they were always very touchy with each other, it was something innocent, that probably any friend would do for the other, right?

(Y/N) had not even noticed the feelings the boys had for her, not even when Jasper, who had his arms wrapped around her waist, had taken her available hand, intertwining their fingers. They kept her warm because they cared for her – even though she had no idea how much -, they would always be there for her, and that was all that mattered to the girl at that moment: the feeling of knowing she would never be alone, especially on a cold night.

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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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secrets out. bellamy blake x reader

summary 🛁: alie gets under the skin of everyone, even the ones who seem the most shut off

warning/s 🚽: swearing, depression, talks of miscarriage, and gif not mine, angst

slater’s note 🪞: season three truly was the best season. this is... dramatic? it has potential but i gave up.

it was your turn.

alie crossed all of them off like a list. one by one, mind fucking them until they couldn’t handle it.

mind manipulation, you knew all about it and you were certain that it wasn’t something you could be so easily affected by. you had met a lot of people, had a lot of boyfriends, and friends, and even your own parents who enjoyed getting into your head with simple words that made you feel guilty or sick to your stomach. 

you were sure she couldn’t get into yours. 

“hello, sweetheart,” raven quirked her head, already analyzing you and your current mood. “see they finally brought in the big guns.”

you humph in amusement with lips slightly twitching upward as you made your way to one of the boxes that sat close to raven. you were hoping to rest, put your mind to ease as you sat before her, not expecting much to come from her mouth since you were a closed book. 

clarke and jasper were practically left open and begging to be read as they sized up to raven with their emotions still filling their eyes to the brim. they were easy targets, easy to tear down, and easy to extract a fit from. 

and although bellamy seemed just as shut off as you, he really wasn’t. bellamy had so many problems shoved in the back of his mind that they begun to pile and overflow. and with anger issues compiled from unsettled issues in his past; he was just as much as an easy target as they were.

everyone hits rock bottom, but not all get to face the humiliation of others also realizing and coming to spit in your face.. a plan alie was hoping to put in motion, she just had to bait you first.

“you’ve always been the smart one,” she slightly twisted her head, raven’s eyes dark and filled with a conscious that wasn’t her own. “always thought for the better of others.. never yourself,” she shook her head and you could tell by the way her eyes slightly squinted she had something up her sleeve.

you were intrigued.

“so.. selfless and yet you’re always blamed for every problem that comes up. why do you let that happen, y/n?”

you tilted your head to the side, not exactly finding truth in the last of her words, you had never felt blamed, and if anyone was a scape goat, it’d be murphy. but you still found yourself listening, eating up the lie like a story.

“which is why i’m confused as to.. why you took the chip..” her face screwed up and at the sudden words you inhaled sharply knowing very well everyone heard her words just as you did. “i mean, y/n, as much as a smart decision that was, it was a rather selfish thing of you to do, don’t you think?”

you kept your mouth shut, knowing this wasn’t the last of her words. she had a plan of some kind, she was still trying to get into your head and she felt so close by the way she had just watched you adjust yourself in the slightest way possible.

“like i said before,” you mumbled, “your chip didn’t work.”

“that’s too bad, isn’t it?” she whispered, almost taunting you, “whatever’s hurting you must be something real bad with how brave and strong you are, or—excuse me, seem to be.”

“someone should go in there,” jasper suddenly stood from his spot at the door, listening in, his mouth beginning to grow dry as he stood up anxiously, looking between bellamy and the rest of your friends listening with just as slack and uncomfortable expressions; taken aback.

he made a move to go in but bellamy quickly stopped him, “just wait.”

“bellamy-”

“but then again, the strongest of us always seem to carry the most. you would know wouldn’t you?”

your mouth twitched from frowning deeper as you thought of all the past torment, from the moment you were born to the moment you landed on the ground.

“shall we talk about why you took the chip?”

“we can talk about whatever you want,” you leaned forward with your elbows on your knees.

this couldn’t get any worse than it already was.

“i want you to choose. bellamy or mount weather?”

you swallowed harshly, but your voice was still stern as you stared at her with narrowed eyes, “neither,” you leaned forward, thinking of the many flaws to weaknesses that centered in your heart just with the those topics. “i want to talk about you, raven, only you.”

“deflecting the question won’t work, y/n,” she almost glared at you, “you said we could talk about what i wanted and now i made a decision; i want to talk about what happened in mount weather after you got shot.”

your face dropped and you didn’t even try to hide it, remembering exactly what she was talking about and the room suddenly felt hot and you wanted to leave but you felt completely sucked in like she was a vacuum, giving you no choice but to get swallowed.

“you were pregnant, right?” raven’s head dipped to the side, already knowing she had gotten to you despite your face no longer showing a sign of distress. “with a little girl?”

jasper’s gaze, as well as everyone else’s, landed on the side of bellamy’s jaw, eyes wide, holding their breath, waiting for him to step in, to stop it, do anything but freeze up like a stick, struck dumb with shock.. and hurt and a pain he couldn’t distinguish, something he had never felt before to the point he didn’t even know if it was all real.

raven tsk’d, eyes landing on her lap, “such a shame really.” you could see the sick smile that began to climb up her cheeks, making you want to scream, shout, anything to get rid of the pain clawing at your chest. “does bellamy know?” she looks up, as if wanting to really know, as if she didn’t already. “i mean he is the father after all, you think he’d deserve to know.”

he knew now.

“bellamy, do something,” clarke gaped at him, her hand tugging at his arm, begging him to snap out of the trance he was in. “bellamy, you need to go in there. you need to get her out of there."

“he held you... thinking you'd die, completely unaware of the baby inside that really took the bullet," raven inhaled, sighing, her head shaking. "that really is sad, i don't know how you didn't end it-"

you got up and she smiled, anticipating this moment. but you don't do what she wished you'd do. you stood calmly, staring deep into her hazel pupils, amusement snowing around, almost encouraging you to inflict pain on her.

"you're not real," your voice is low and quiet, "you can't effect me. you promote a false devotion and promise a final happiness and safety from pain, but you're flawed and can't even bring the weak of us down."

your eyes dart back and forth in search of some emotion in her eyes, but it seems she goes blank and shuts down like a computer until her jaw tips up, pulling closer to your face, whispering back, "you think that you're so brave, y/n. you think that you're some courageous soldier just because of the luck you had of showing up in the right place at the right time," you feel a hand grip your bicep while the other wrapped around your mid section, slowly pulling you away from the words that ran out of her mouth fast, “but you're wrong, deep down you're coward just like all your friends and my point is only further proven when you took the chip, because admit it y/n, you're scared, you're scared-"

you felt like you had been ripped from a different world once bellamy had spun you around to face him. your body shook internally as realization overcame you of what had all been revealed within that room. bellamy looked scattered as he stared into your eyes with his own wide ones. he didn't look himself; he looked worried and maybe even sad.

very sad.

"y/n, sit down for me, please," he grasped your arms lightly, pulling you down on one of the chair slowly and gently, afraid you'd break under his touch. he was completely disoriented and he wasn't even sure if what was all happening was real.

you stayed blank in the mind, feeling completely drained and distraught to the thought of what was running around in his head right now. it hurt that he now knew everything.

"talk to me," he slowly kneeled before you, "what—baby, what happened to you?"

you inhaled sharply, the feeling of tears beginning to form in the crest of your eyes as you begun to feel overwhelmed—your chest tightened and it seemed like such a strain on your lungs when you tried to breathe, "bellamy, a lot happened in... mount weather that i can't even begin to explain. i'm not even sure what was real and what wasn't."

"i was in a dark spot," it was hard to force out and you could barely look him in the eye with the intensity he kept within his eyes. his heart hurt for you and he couldn't even begin to think straight with all that was revealed with raven. "i can't think straight half the time, bellamy and after everyone was killed at mount weather.. and i was shot... i didn't feel like the same person anymore.. nothing felt right..."

you choked. your voice caught in the back of your throat as you attempted to explain yourself but he stopped you, shushing your voice as your tears begun to slowly fall and paint your cheeks. he pulled you close by the back of your neck, stroking his thumb against your scarred skin while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you to him and his warmth. he held you tightly and so hard, that his ribs hurt but he didn't care because he was afraid that you'd slip from his grip, like you had before.

but you stayed and you held him just as tight, allowing yourself to sink, because this was the only thing that truly felt right.

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death era.

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“everyone needs to just shut up,” echo doesn’t look at any of them and yet her eyes are wild and unable to stay in one place. “we have to figure a way out of here.”

she can feel her heart in her throat upon the dawning reality that she had no plan and half the people in the room with her were a bunch of dimwits.

“that’s kinda a hard thing to do when you told us to shut up.”

“keep your comments to yourself before i take that gun back, john.”

murphy rolls his eyes at the sound of his name; at the sound of the way she says it. it’s always so hostile and harsh whenever it comes out of her mouth and it only makes him hate it more.

it reminds him of the way his mother used to say it.

“why don’t we just leave, simple as that?”

“we can’t just do that, murphy. there are still other people here,” raven still sits on the floor, watching the two.

“yeah, people that are probably already dead and if not, who do you think the ones that are gonna get killed going to be when we come to their rescue?”

“that’s so classic of you, murphy.”

“what do you suggest we do then?” he turns his chin fast to face octavia who gives him an irritated look.

wow, wasn’t he just a crowd pleaser today.

“we wait till bellamy wakes up.”

“bellamy?” murphy looks disgusted, glancing down to him and his peaceful state in octavia’s lap. “i like him much better knocked out.”

“we don’t have time for that… or this,” echo shakes her head, interrupting the nasty stare octavia gave that would ultimately lead to an argument. “you better hope he wakes up soon because i’m not carrying him.”

“maybe if you didn’t hit him so damn hard.”

“hey, shut it, murphy. otherwise you’ll be right with your pal, bellamy.”

he grumbles, turning his shoulder away from them, “what’re you looking at?” his eyes suddenly meet the face of a boy he had never notice up until now.

the skinny boy with black hair was quick to put his hands up in defense, scooting further away from the menacing stare murphy continued to force in on him.

“that’s what i thought, string bean.”

this was the least ideal situation to be in with the least ideal group to be together. outside of this moment, not one of them would have willingly step foot to be among one another.

although the base was big but filled with a small amount of people, their worlds barely ever collided.

“alright, what do you wanna do echo?”

she blinks, looking down to raven who looks like a little kid with her legs crossed. she feels her chest swell up with importance at the undivided attention and suddenly a drive of adrenaline flows through her veins once again.

echo hated everyone. it was easy to tell. her parents died at her ripe age of 7 where she was handed off to a strict military woman who beat her own values of no remorse, empathy, or emotion into her. that woman died the moment the virus took over the base and echo couldn’t have been more happy—until they didn’t let her leave.

no one was allowed to leave, for their own good as they would say. the remaining adults of the base had an idea that they could repopulate and help rid of the disease that turned the dead into living once more. but here they were, the remaining adults being what they feared and echo being in a room of people she hated—except raven. now, she could stand raven.

“i’m all ears. whatever you need me to do, i’ll do.”

echo smiles, yeah, she didn’t mind her at all. raven was the only one with a couple brain cells who could function.

“try to wake boy toy up, then let’s kill the rest of these fuckers.”

**

it didn’t take much to wake bellamy up, but it took a lot to calm him down.

“why would i trust you?”

“because i’m the one with the gun,” her teeth shine past her lips in a snide look at his clear upset state.

it only provoked him more, taking a step closer, but echo is far from fazed. she knew bellamy and the type of person he was, therefore she felt far from inferior when around him like she knew he was trying to do.

before the fall, echo spent her whole first year in basic combat training with him due to him shadowing the instructor. he was a douchebag who thrived on proving his superiority over the younger trainees, including echo.

“bellamy, just listen to her,” octavia forced herself into his peripheral vision, hoping he’d step away from her. “we have no other options and echo knows what she’s doing.”

“and i don’t?”

“you seem to have forgotten she had you out cold moments ago, buddy.”

“murphy, i’ll kill you.”

“woah, woah, woah,” mock marinates in his voice. “she’s the one with the gun, don’t think she’ll let that happen.”

“i wouldn’t be against it.”

civility was hard to achieve, especially in the beginning.

“will you all just calm down,” raven stands a foot back with her arms crossed. “if we want to get out of here, we need to execute now. the breakers are all the way on the other side of the building and who knows how many scavs are outside this door.”

it took five minutes for raven to come up with a plan to get out and that was through the breakers—the security and maintenance room, where everything was watched through cameras and where the switches to shut down all the power was. in order to leave, all the security monitors, locked doors, and ultimately the big gate at the front of the base that kept all of them in was all electrically ran and needed to be shut down.

so to get out, shit needed to be shut down.

bellamy finally breaks away from echo, turning his gaze to the other girl, “how do you expect to do that with the millions of doors that you all need a pin to, leading to that room?”

“it’s not hard,” a voice sounds from behind them all, causing them to turn. “if you break the panel and move one wire to another, the door opens just as easy as if you were to know the pin.”

they stare at him blankly in surprise as raven tries her best to conceal her smile, already anticipating this. the boy swallows nervously at the pressure of their uninviting stares suddenly on him, “it’s easy. a 10 year old could do it.”

bellamy narrows his look on him even more, “what’s your name?”

“monty. monty green,” he takes a step closer, almost expecting to shake his hand—but bellamy’s hostile stare made him rock back on his feet.

“and then after that, monty? the only people who had access to the breaker room were ones with a key card.”

“good thing i’m in charge then.”

they all turn back to echo who holds out a white and green plastic key card in all its glory.

“how the hell did you get a key card? sargent wouldn’t even clear you for a gun,” murphy narrows his gaze on her with confusion, slowly stepping forward.

“they don’t even hand those out to guards.”

“well, good thing i’m better than a guard,” she smirks, stuffing it in her back pocket. “now let’s go.”

**

the hallways were eerily empty.

echo had her mask pulled back up to the base of her face where only her dark eyes were the most distinguishable feature to the others. she scanned the little space that filled the area, leading the group down what seemed to be the hallway to their doom.

she didn’t like it one bit.

moments before she had knocked bellamy unconscious, she had watched the scavs from the watch tower take over every little home and minor building, burning them to the ground after ransacking each one. they would have no where else to be but the inside of this building—and yet, no one in sight.

“this doesn’t feel right.”

“what, you scared?”

murphy doesn’t reply.

“maybe they just all left.”

“that’s wishful thinking,” echo’s low voice sounds hollow as she leads them around a corner and toward the entrance where authorized staff only was printed largely on a sign nailed to the surface of the doors. she gripped her rifle tighter and tighter as seconds passed by with no sound, no movement, and no person was in sight.

bellamy followed from the back with his own gun that echo was reluctant about giving him until he reminded her he was their best shot.

the silence was a blessing. there were nights where bellamy longed for this type of stillness, for the break down of his up tight lifestyle. and now here it was, handed to him in his lap, yet something was off and this felt even worse compared to the norm.

“already, green, time to shine,” echo dropped her gun from position as well as pulling down the cloth that concealed her face. she glanced to bellamy, sharing a look of agreement that they were still in the clear. “get this door open and you’re golden.”

he nodded, dropping to his knees before the pin pad that was placed neatly next to the steel door. they watch him pop the cover off simply before once again pulling another layer that concealed the wiring to the door. he rips at the nest of colorful snakes before glancing at them all, smiling at their narrowed looks.

“i used to watch my dad do this all the time as a kid, wanted to be just like him. so while you all were sent to train and beat your bodies down, i was taught this,” he works as he speaks before finally pulling away and looking to the door. they follow his gaze but are met with disappointment when there’s no sign of acceptance to his fiddling.

monty makes a sound of confusion, a crease forming between his brow as he looks at the door, then the mangled key pad.

“i’m guessing that’s not supposed to happen.”

“what clued you on to that?”

“they must have changed their wiring in the past month, otherwise i don’t understand why this wouldn’t have worked,” he still stares at his work, disappointed.

“so… we can’t get in?” bellamy is losing patience.

“no, we can. it’ll just take me a lot longer.”

“how much longer?”

“say, 7 minutes.”

“christ,” bellamy pinches the bridge of his nose. “we don’t have that time.”

“we actually don’t know what time we do have… considering-“

“murphy, shut the fuck up. i’m not waiting that long, i’ll find another way.”

“bellamy, you can’t just-“

he’s right back around the corner and toward where they came from with no attempt to listen to their persistence. he was impatient and itching to get out of that building. if he didn’t find a way soon, he would lose his mind.

these hallways with florescent lights were the center of his nightmares. he found himself lost in what was an exact replica of it, wandering and desperate to get out. just like right now.

he grew up in these halls. every waking moment of his life were spent within these halls of the base. he hated it. he wished the scavs would have burned down this building first.

“don’t move.”

there was a nose of a gun suddenly practically pressed to bellamy’s own nose. he jerked back out of shock, neglecting to process who was on the other side of the rifle till he found himself pinned.

“who are you? why’re you here?”

bellamy’s eyes find theirs before anything else till the question is repeated again, “huh? who the fuck are you?”

a girl.

he finds himself slowly lower his arms upon realization, “who’re you?”

“your worst fuckin’ nightmare if you don’t give me a straight answer.”

he recognized this girl.

“relax, i’m just trying to get out of here.”

“hard thing to do when the gates won’t open.”

“you’re trying to get to the breakers,” he speaks his thoughts aloud.

her eyes narrow, “why would you know that?”

“because you’re not the only one trying to escape.”

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Monty Green, the character who always did what needed to be done for the greater good, including sacrificing his mother as well as his own life. A man who saved everybodies lives on more than one occasian until the end where he gave up his own to save the human race.

May We Meet Again, Monty Green.

I SHIP IT!!!!

Can people like this post if they ship Minty? a.k.a Monty x Miller

Crying because Minty has such a tiny fanbase

Seriously it’s me and like four other people I swear

OH AND DEVON BOSTICK. HE IS KING MINTY

Great Idea

Someone please write this...

 @madgesundersee  ????

okay okay but get this….

minty shadowhunters au

PLATONIC SOULMATES

Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia

Elizabeth Olsen and Paul Bettany

Scarlett Johansson and Chris Evans

Charlie Bradbury and Dean Winchester

Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins and Jared Padaleck

Jasper Jordan and Monty Green

Clay Jensen and Justin Foley

El and Max

Luke Patterson and Reggie Peters and Alex Mercer

Sam Golbach and Colby Brock

Someone who deserved their redemption ark.....

John Murphy

John Murphy aka the best character on The 100

Am I the only one who thinks these two characters have the same energy