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inscuciant · 2 years

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* † [ karl urban , he/him + cis male ] : is that walter weber wandering around ? under these neon lights i swore they looked like a saint, but in actuality they are an owner of hotel 677. the ageless / fifty year old is known to be obstinate and self-centered, albeit crafty and intuitive. after spending five years in sin city, their favourite song to hum is setting sun by lord huron, though people often associate them with don’t shoot the messanger or the sender or anyone — just don’t shoot, coffee stains on a splintered / warped coffin, world’s worst whodunnit nominee.

— STATS .

sexuality & status: biromantic / demisexual & single 4ever

hobbies: minding his own fucking business, long rambunctious naps ( his snoring’s been mistaken as the pipes settling on more than one occasion )

pets: closest he’s ever gotten to one is this one mangy rat at motel 677 — considers it an acquaintance for all the times it’s scared off prissy customers

relatives: everyone bit the dust — one bit him literally ( younger sister, kid was a biter growing up and not a saint )

— ‘DOSSIER’ .

for as loud and crass as someone like walter webber is, there isn’t a lot known about the man. nothing of actual importance, that is. he’s one to keep his nose firmly out of anyone’s business and ( foolishly ) expects everyone to do the same unto him. spoiler alert: it never works out — either someone drags him into some unneeded knowledge or tries to nose their way into his.

walter’s no stranger vegas prior his ‘permanent’ residence, even if he’s always hated the place. everything reeks of bullshit and the million neon lights always pummeled him with migraines. and yet, he’s here. been here for five years and counting.

strange, isn’t it?

how such a flighty, belligerently insensitive brute like him hasn’t upped and left just yet. then again, it’s kind of fitting that he resides in a business that matches his visage perfectly. peeling wallpaper in almost every room, singed burnt orange carpet in the eyesore of a lobby, no — the curtains don’t match any of the drapes ( there’s an uneven number of them, some are even missing a panel ).

unkempt, eerily ambianced, barely functionable.

perhaps that’s why his friend had him inherit the damn place ( against ‘his will’ )... oops, sorry — that’s too much information seeing the light of day. All you need to know is that any serious complains ( aka all of them ) should go up to the big boss of the rundown motel — which totally isn’t him, and don’t try to clean up any.. messes made. You’ll probably just make the staining worse.

— ACTUAL DOSSIER .

walter webber hails from a piss poor family of four nestled in the dirt rich countryside. mother and father never saw eye to eye on anything, even when death came tolling for their ticket in life. his younger sister, quite the maverick she was, hardly cared for the happenings on home turf. she barely stayed put until some grand adventure called her away. now, you might be wondering how in the world walter let her go so early. wasn’t he worried about her safety? the world’s a harsh place and he’s already had his fair share of horrible treatment by her birth. and the answer is, yes, of course he was worried sick about her departure, but there was literally nothing he could do about it. well, except chase trails gone cold over and over and over again until they all... stopped for good.

family aside, he’s always been hard-headed with even thicker skin. not once did he have a goal in life other than to survive it. death would come for him whenever it’s time — he made peace with that fact early on ( perhaps concerningly so ). except.. one particular asshole made it his life’s mission to fuck the only constant in walter’s miserable life.

.. and so the story about how walter strayed from mortality unfurls.. it’s dumb. stupid, really, because people usually regard immortality as something gained for power, wealth, or even love. but walter? yeah, no, he’s always seen it as a hoax. and even if it wasn’t just fairytale, he wanted nothing to do with it. the idea of living forever sounded like the shittiest win at an even shittier lottery. so imagine his hate-filled surprise when his nemesis ( full on most loathed person to ever exist in his life ) comes by this nifty ‘gift’. now quadruple that rage when that rat bastard bites and changes him solely to riff and neg walter for eternity. what kind of idiotic reasoning was that?

to make matters even worse ( yes, it’s always possible ), that shithead was still green to the whole saint thing. so the two of them had to figure it out together; something walter clearly despised with every single fiber of his being. how they didn’t kill each other remains a mystery, but that fucker’s still out there and walter’s done everything to hide away time and time again — aka the main reason for his location hopping.

then, as luck would have it, the only friend he’s ever really had ( he still uses that term very loosely ) dies out of the blue and leaves his name on the motel’s deed. him, of all people. him. he had half the mind to just close the business from the get-go. never wanted to be boss of anything — let alone some barely maintained motel off of some shitty highway. but some odd sense of comfort, of — dare he say it — home finds its way into his dead heart. pictures of him and his friend stay up in the one room he occupies at the end of the establishment ( always heavily locked — no one’s allowed in ). regulars ( the bad and the worse ) start to.. grow on him even if the majority get on his last damn nerve.

and so, he’s come to an agreement with things. where he is in life, who he’s ( barely ) around, how long he’s been ‘settled down’... for now.

— CONNECTIONS .

TENants because there’s only 10 rooms (0/?) — made the choice to shack up at motel 677? well, there’s 100% chance you’ve come by walter. either it’s at the front desk ( while asleep ), swearing up a storm as a room’s being changed out, giving that one shitty vending machine situated outside a piece of his mind, etc. he acts as the overworked manager of the shitty joint — just a voice for the mysterious boss of the place, he swears it.

the ones that won’t go away ( 1/? ) — reasons be damned, walter does not like to keep close tabs on people nor does he like people to think or involve him in anything. so whether it’s an attempt to recruit him into the saints organization, do one solid favor about the dead body bodies in room 1, 3, 5, or 7 ( it’s always the odd numbers for some reason ), or just to befriend him ( can’t fathom why )... walter will always shoot down each and every chance. even if there’s a select few that he might have grown ‘fond’ over.

crime, shcrime ( 1/? ) — been there, done that.. one too many times over his exhaustively extensive life. crime’s boring and so not worth the trouble. he knows he’s value in the sense of finding things that should never be found, but please — leave him out of the illegal shenanigans.

romance should be dead ( 0/1 ) — as a self-proclaimed miser, walter’s always wanted to be left the fuck alone. but maybe someone wows him. really throws a hook, line, and sinker over the years somehow. no, this doesn’t mean he’ll change for the better or worse. but maybe.. he’ll make up for it in his own way after being an incredible asshole. maybe.

i’ll add more whenever i think of them!

#pandemoniousintro #* & walter webber — headcanon .

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arumin-arureruto · 3 years

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Honeytea PT 1

Kyoya x fem reader and Hikaru x fem reader, Kyoya angst, Hikaru slowburn.

Warnings: manipulation, Kyoya angst

word count: 2k

songs to listen to while reading:

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Everything I wanted - Billie Eilish

Bitches Broken Heart - Billie Eilish

(I'll probably make a Spotify playlist at some point)

Outfit reader is wearing:

"ouch" the boiling hot water dripped from the tip of the tea kettle and onto your hand

"Mrs Ootori let me help you with that" said one of the kitchen workers as she rushed to your aid, already grabbing a towel.

"Oh no it's ok, this is for Kyoya and I would like to make him tea myself, I haven't been in a kitchen in so long though it seems I'm a bit rusty." you laughed while running your hand under cold water.

The water helped soothe the burning but you would definitely feel an unpleasant sting later.

This time you payed more attention as you poured the water into the mug.

Looking through the assortments of tea you tried looking for Kyoya's favorite, mint and passionfruit.

You put the tea bag in the water and put back all the other tea boxes, you and Kyoya used to love buying exotic teas from all around the world and trying them. The thought of doing something as simple as drinking tea with your husband made you smile.

You picked up the mug and started walking out of the kitchen, smiling at the staff that were busy at work already prepping for tomorrow's meals.

The manor's halls were dimly lit and empty, Kyoya insisted on buying a big lavish house even though it was just you two most of the time.

Walking slowly as to not spill any of the tea all you could hear was your breathing and your bare feet hitting the cold marble floor.

When you got to Kyoya's office you knocked, and waited for permission to come in.

No answer.

You knocked again and waited.

Still no answer.

You grabbed the doorknob thinking you'd just let yourself in when you remembered what happened last time you walked into his office without permission.

A chill went down your spine and you felt a lump in your throat.

"It's okay, he said it wouldn't happen again" you thought to yourself.

Still you decided to try knocking one more time, after you knocked the third time you heard Kyoya's voice coming from behind the door.

"You may come in"

You slowly opened the door and walked inside, still holding the mug in your hand.

"How can I help you?" he asked not looking up from his laptop.

"I brought you some tea" you hesitantly put it down on his desk, your hands already missing the warmth the mug provided.

"I appreciate it, you may leave" he still wasn't looking at you.

"Actually I was wondering if you wanted to come to bed with me?" you spoke the words quickly and nervously.

"No thank you, I am quite busy at the moment and would like some peace and quiet to continue my work if you don't mind."

"You've been leaving earlier for work and staying up later to finish it, I've just been feeling lonely and wanted to spend some time together that's all"

oh no.

Word vomit.

You did not mean to say that thought out loud.

Kyoya let out a loud and annoyed sigh, he stood up from his desk and started walking towards you.

You felt your heart beating in your ears and a lump starting to form in your throat as his tall lanky figure approached you.

Already preparing yourself for the worst you closed your eyes and looked down.

"Like I said, I am busy at the moment with important work and do not have time to deal with you and your loneliness, will I have to repeat myself a second time?"

His mouth was right next to your ear, you could feel his warm breath on your neck.

"No, I understand" you said, voice barely above a whisper.

"Then you may leave"

you gave a quick nod and turned to leave, already feeling the tears in your eyes threatening to spill while he returned to his desk.

"Y/n, before you leave I ask that you learn your place in this house, you are in no position to waltz into my office and demand that I drop everything to spend time with you, do you hear me?"

You stopped in your tracks. His voice was cold and emotionless, the chill you felt earlier returning.

Your voice shook a little.

"Yes"

"Good, then we understand each other my dear."

You hurried and left Kyoya's office quickly, tears streaming down your face.

You had only been married for a year and 4 months, why was your marriage already dying? Before you got engaged you and Kyoya had already been dating for almost 3 years so you knew he did like you, what happened?

You continued walking to your room, the house's unwelcoming atmosphere making you want to ball up and cry even more.

When you got to the room you and Kyoya shared you frantically looked for your phone, turning over pillows and accidentally messing up the tidy bed one of the maids had made.

"Son of a bitch where is it" you thought while continuing to search the bed. Your vision was blurry because of the tears so that didn't help.

After 5 minutes of turning the room upside down for it you found your phone, sitting neatly on your vanity.

You quickly picked it up and hurriedly scrolled down your contact list.

Majority of the numbers were women from families Kyoya thought it would be beneficial for you to associate with, your actual friends and family took up less than 30% of the numbers in your phone.

After scrolling for a little longer you found the number you had been looking for.

You quickly called the number and waited while it rang.

"Hey this is Hikaru leave a message, or don't, I really don't care."

fuck

It was pretty late so he was probably asleep, but you decided to try again.

You paced around the room and waited while the phone rang a second time.

After what it felt like ages you finally heard a voice.

"y/n?"

Your spirits started to lift and a little smile crept up to your face.

"Hikaru? I'm sorry did I wake you up"

Hikaru let out a sleepy laugh.

"Yeah you big head it's almost midnight, its fine though, what's up? You sound weird"

"I'm-"

You froze, should you tell him?Should you tell him that your marriage was falling apart? That you felt out of place in your own home? that you felt lonelier then ever?

"I've actually been having a pretty shitty night" you laughed, mostly out of nervousness than joy.

Suddenly you couldn't hold it in anymore, tears started running down your face again and you let out a loud, guttural sob.

"Sorry I didn't want you to hear that" you laughed again as you wiped your nose with the sleeves of your robe.

"Y/n what's going on?" Hikaru's voice grew alarmed

"I don't think I can do this over the phone, I have to talk to you, in person."

"Ok I'll come over right now if you want."

It sounded like he was stumbling out of bed and putting on his slippers.

"Oh no no its fine, it can wait till tomorrow" you said quickly, even if Kyoya wasn't home you needed some time alone to think so Hikaru coming over right now was out of the question.

"Are you sure?" he asked, still sounding worried.

"Yes I'm sure, I'll talk to you tomorrow"

"Ok but are you 100% sure?"

You felt a smile creep onto your face

"Go back to sleep Hitachiin"

"Whatever you say Ootori"

You laughed again, this time a genuine laugh.

"Goodnight Hikaru"

"Goodnight y/n"

You hung up, feeling happier than you were before.

You threw your phone on the bed and went into the bathroom that connected to your bedroom to wash your face.

After splashing some cold water on your face you looked into the mirror and almost didn't recognize the woman before you.

What happened?

You had everything anyone could want. Looks, money, power, a rich handsome husband, a high status in society.

Your eyes didn't have the same glint they did back in high school, you felt as if you had aged 2 decades in just 8 years.

You and Kyoya had started dating in your senior year of high school, he was attending his first year at Ouran University and he proposed to you right after he graduated while you were starting your 4th year at the university.

You were happy, everything was going great, it all started going downhill after you got married.

Kyoya became cold, it's as if after he had you wrapped around his finger he didn't bother trying to please you. Sometimes you wondered if the only reason he targeted you was because of how it would make him look, but you couldn't think of a way in which marrying a commoner that was attending Ouran on a scholarship would benefit him in any way.

You tried forgetting those awful thoughts, no, Kyoya loved you, you guys were just going through some hard times as do any couples.

As you leaned on the sink staring at your own reflection you heard Kyoya coming into the room.

You took one last look in the mirror to make sure any traces of your crying were gone.

you turned around and there was Kyoya, silently staring at you while leaning on the door frame.

You didn't know what to do so you just leaned with your back on the sink while he slowly approached you.

He ran his hands down the side of your body down to your thighs and put this face in the crook of your neck.

He inhaled and exhaled, hands feeling the back of your thighs.

"God you smell amazing"

Just his deep voice close to your ear was enough to make your legs go weak.

No.

Sex wasn't getting him out of this.

Until he used words to apologize you weren't going to give him anything.

"I thought you were busy" You said harshly.

"I took care of things that couldn't be delayed, everything else can wait until tomorrow." You could feel his breathing speeding up.

no, nope. Until he apologized he would get nothing.

"Hmm" you said, still not giving him a reaction.

He seemed to pick up on your strategy because he lifted you up and put you on the bathroom counter.

The cold marble against your bare thigh scared you but before you could process the feeling Kyoya put his mouth on your neck and sucked the skin.

Since you were caught by surprise you couldn't suppress the moan that came out of your mouth.

"Now now Mrs Ootori, what troubles you? Giving me the cold shoulder isn't very nice." he was whispering in your ear while undoing your silk robe.

Your own breathing was starting to speed up and you could feel heat pooling at the bottom of your underwear.

"How about you try apologizing?" You didn't try to stop him from undoing your robe.

"And why would I do that?" he asked while feeling the exposed skin on your collarbone with his nose.

"For the way you treated me when I went into your office" You said, anger starting to return.

"To be fair you interrupted me while I was doing very important work and it made me upset, so who here should really be apologizing?"

He was right, you knew how much he valued his work time and you still interrupted him.

Ashamed, you put your head down.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you"

"I'm sorry" this time you said it louder.

Kyoya lifted his head up to look you in the eyes.

"Good girl. Now, there are other ways you could apologize to me."

He picked you up by your thighs from the bathroom counter and carried you to the bed.

By then your robe was already discarded on the bathroom floor and you laid on the bed, just in a thin and short sleeping gown.

Kyoya took off his shirt and pants and straddled himself on top of you, arms on either sides of your head.

Although you laid there with your husband on top of you, all you could think about was seeing your best friend the next day.

A/N: Hey babes so this is just the first chapter, I'm definitely making this a slowburn so expect a lot of chapters. As a Kyoya girl this was painful to write </3, anyways love y'all!!!

#kyoya ootori #ohshc #ouran high school host #kyoya senpai #ouran high school host club headcannons #kyoya headcanon #kyoya x reader #ouran kyoya #ohshc kyoya #hikaru x reader #hikaru hitachiin #ohshc hikaru

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albatris · 4 years

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For the OC letter ask: J? 😄

thanks for the ask! :D

so I have two Js, as far as I can remember, which isn’t very far if I’m being honest……. and I know I have another J ask in my inbox to cover so uhhhhhhhhh I’m gonna start with Jacob? who is just. the infinitely easier character to answer for lmao

(when I reblogged this ask game I was like, oh, only a few questions, nice short answers, at least these won’t end up too rambly…………. this was incorrect. I was extremely wrong. wonderful. I apologise)

BUT ANYWAY HEY I DON’T GET TO TALK ABOUT JACOB MUCH AND I LOVE HIM

Full name: Jacob James Greer! He has the same middle name as Tris which I justify in-story with the fact that their parents are just! Real odd folks! But in reality it’s because I already named Tris and then I decided that Jacob James Greer had a way nicer ring to it but rather than change Tris’s middle name to something else I was just like, eh, it’s fine, you two can share, it’s whatever

Nicknames, if any: he’s occasionally called Jake by his younger siblings but not super often, and his ‘rents liked him to be super prim and proper and professional and Full Name All The Time so he wasn’t really………….. “allowed” to go by even Jake when he was growing up, let alone any other weirder nicknames, so that’s just. a whole thing. I think he thinks of himself as a Jacob and most people only know him as a Jacob and to call him anything else would be super weird hahahaha

Hogwarts house: bruh I’m not taking the quiz right now ‘cuz I’m lazy but if I had to hazard a guess he’d be a Ravenclaw? Possibly? Maybe? Or somewhere between a Ravenclaw and a Hufflepuff?

Gender: Male

Sexuality: I think…………………… Jacob is my token straight character hahahaha. Or at least my token straight MAIN character

A song I associate with them: ok so a thing you should know about me is that asking about characters and song choices generally just opens a floodgate of endless rambling so there is no WAY I’m going to limit this to just one………. but I AM gonna rein it in a little………. this is definitely me reining it in

some good Jacob tunes are as follows: “Meet Me in the Woods” by Lord Huron, "You’re Somebody Else" by flora cash, “Hexagons and Other Fun Materials” by Sidney Gish, and “Boy” by Birds of Tokyo

3 important relationships:

I feel like I can just throw Tris and Becca together under the same dot point? So these are Jacob’s two aforementioned younger siblings, n like, Jacob was already 14 before either of them were born, so he already had a considerable amount of experience living with objectively terrible parents Sam and Shauna Greer n already had a Pretty Good Grasp on the shitshow his siblings were gonna have to deal with. n was basically just immediately like “hahahaha no way in fucking HELL am I letting either of you have the same experience I did with no one to lean on”. as such he’s incredibly protective of them both and loves them more than anything, n made a point to be The Genuinely Supportive Emotionally Present Adult Figure in both their lives while they were young, even though he was hardly a capable adult at the time either. They’re basically the one of the only reasons he’s still in contact with his family back home at all.

as for 2, I feel like you can probably infer a lot about his relationship with his parents from previous answers and one later answer, but like. y’know. they’re controlling emotionally unavailable people with impossible standards whose love is completely conditional and at almost 30 years of Holding Himself The Fuck Together Jacob is probably due for a good nervous breakdown about it all

and as for 3……………………………. well that’s spoilers

2 fears:

1. that his entire worth is based upon what he can offer other people and that Just Him As Himself is never going to be good enough or worthy enough or whole enough and that if he’s not constantly scrambling to give as much of himself to others as possible no one is going to bother to keep him around or love him and he’ll be alone

2. geckos

1 element of their backstory: He was basically the golden child of the family, and like, the whole extended family is just a bunch of unpleasant people always trying to one-up each other and Be Doing Better so he was basically always paraded around as “oh look at Jacob getting straight A’s in school and always helping out in the community and effortlessly excelling at everything he does”. He’s got a LOT of fucked up self-worth and perfectionist issues but has always been extremely good at hiding them. So though he spent a solid 99% of his childhood going “haha this is a nightmare house and I despise it here!” it came as a huge shock to literally everyone when the instant he was financially stable he just packed up his shit and fucked off to New South Wales to become the Greer family cryptid lmao. His parents were fuckin PISSED

anyway hey yeah thx for letting me ramble and again I am so sorry about how long this got ahahahahaha

hope ur having a nice day

#atdao #jacob #long post #anyway turns out i got a TON of letters in my inbox and they're gonna take me a bit to work through. hahaha #they're definitely not all gonna happen simultaneously #though tbf i don't think all of them will b this level of rambly #anyway #geckos: they're small and fast and they laugh in the face of gravity #i forget how old jacob is. i think my math is wrong on that one part. lmao #i feel like so many of these answers were just. kind of. depressing #but mostly it's just. shitty childhood #he's a good kid. very friendly very polite very much just a total goof #academic high-achiever but otherwise just a COMPLETE dumbass #like the definition of high intelligence zero wisdom #the-chosen-half-of-one #fun fact happy endings for all three greer siblings involve them at one point or another saying #''actually fuck this'' and moving interstate never to return

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kl4us4 · 7 years

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THE RED STRING

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Summary: According to the myth of the Red String, the gods tie an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet one another. On the ground, everything is different and rules are non existent. In the midst of a war, this is how Bellamy Blake discovers that red string.

A/N: yep i’m bringing the summary back y’all

Song: The Night We Met - Lord Huron

masterlist // TRS masterlist

Your hands shake. The Ark is here, on Earth. This day was always going to come but you never realised how quickly it really would. Wondering what this means for you, you look to Bellamy who has the same expressions written on his face; shock, worry, and the sinking feeling of hopelessness.

All the Skypeople are now on Earth. You only realise now that you’ll never be able to return to space; the one place that actually felt like home to you. Previously, you believed that the Ark coming down was necessary for survival but now looking back you realise that you don’t belong down here. You never will.

You were raised on the Ark and every fibre in your being is made for it. Down here all your mind can associate Earth with is tough memories and bad experiences.

The Ark was simple despite the equally terrible memories you had of it. It’s hard to comprehend but you feel this gut-wrenching feeling of anxiety when your mind wanders to thoughts about being on the ground for the rest of your life.

Your previous home was safe as long as you followed the rules. On the ground, no one is safe no matter what. And with each second you fear that no one will ever be safe.

"Bellamy!" Octavia shouts, her eyes filling with blurry tears as she catches a glimpse of her brother who stands beside you. He turns to her in time to catch her in his strong arms, "Thank god you're okay." The two give each other a tight embrace and you see Bellamy shut his eyes as he pats Octavias back. After the fight, it must've been difficult to know her brother was in the situation he was. "If I ever see Murphy, I'm gonna-"

"Leave him to me." Bellamy interrupts, giving her a sly look. O laughs, giving her brother a smile that seems to cure whatever anger and hatred they once held for one another. This is what you imagined siblings to be like; forever joined.

Clarke wipes tears from her red eyes, putting on a facade to make herself look strong. Despite it being obvious that she's extremely upset, no one says a word about it. Not even Finn. "I think our best option is to find the Ark." She begins the discussion, looking around the group.

There's the original mission group gathered around, Finn, the Blake siblings, Clarke, Jasper and this time Monty beside you. You look down, standing beside Bellamy who swallows the lump in his sore throat. Nodding, you speak up. "And what about us?"

Everyone knows what you mean. They all know who you’re referring to. What about you and Bellamy, the two people Chancellor Jaha doesn't want to redeem.

The fact that you're still getting the blame is driving Bellamy insane. "I'm the only one that needs to leave. They'll be lenient with you, how couldn't they be?"

Your eyes are full of worry, the unchanging emotion that always seems to cloud you. Turning to him, your voice is low as you shake your head, "I don't want to leave you.”

Bellamy feels his heart sink right then and there as he feels the heavy emotion coming from your words. "I don't think there's another choice, Y/N."

Facing the group again, you feel a sense of superiority that you've barely ever experienced. "Raise your hand if you're going to find the Ark. And when I say find... I mean do whatever you possibly can to locate our people. No matter what."

Jasper raises his hand, his brown eyes meeting yours with a hopeful gaze. It almost makes you want to cry. Such a tragedy has occurred and there's no time for anyone to properly deal or cope with it. After all, you're just kids. Monty, thinking about his mother and father raises his hand without a second guess. "I'm in... But shouldn’t everyone meet them there?" He asks, determined.

Unsure, you turn to Bellamy who clenches his jaw slightly. He wants nothing to do with the Ark and everyone knows it. “Numbers can mean safety.” Is all he states, crossing his arms and looking back to you.

“Okay.” You mutter, slightly unsure, “Monty, J? I need you to be in charge for today.”

Jasper smiles, raising his hand in a salute, “Yes, Y/L/N.”

You smile at him, loving how he still seems like a little kid. “Everyone needs to pack their things. Tell them to get anything they think is useful, you need to find the Ark before nighttime.”

Monty nods at you, reassuring you immensely. Jasper may be a kid but Monty sure keeps him in check. They’ll do great, you know it. “We won’t let you down.” Monty grins, giving you a hopeful look before it turns into one of confusion, “Where will you be?”

Thinking quick, you look to the dropship. “Raven can’t walk yet.”

Clarke continues, “I helped her as much as I could but the bullet is still inside her. She can’t move from the dropship at all.”

Monty nods understandingly, his expression filled with a tinge of fear and worry. He doesn’t want to see anyone else die or suffer. “When will we see you again?” He wonders.

You don’t know the answer to that question. Maybe you’ll never see your best friends ever again. If Jaha decides to punish you and Bellamy, there’s no way you’ll ever step foot near the Ark.

You didn’t shoot the Chancellor. You had no malicious intentions that night. But you helped Bellamy Blake get away with it and now, you’re in too deep to get out of it.

“I don’t know.” You tell him honestly, giving him a smile, “But I’m sure it’ll feel like nothing. Anyone else going?”

When you look at Octavia, you understand why she looks down without a word. There's nothing on the dropship for her to look forward to. You get that. Then you look to Clarke, you know she has a mother on board. But she shakes her head and your eyes widen. If you had a mother on board you know you’d run at the chance to see her again. “I’m not leaving Wells.” She shakes her head.

Finn comforts her, placing his hand on her shoulder - a touch that Clarke shamelessly leans into. You can’t tear your eyes from the couple, wondering why seeing their connection reminds you of the tall, tan boy standing to your left; the same boy who notices your stare.

"Okay." You sigh, feeling slightly detached and idle. You’re not 100% sure what Clarke means but you guess she has her own plan that doesn’t involve the Ark. "When you're ready you can go."

The conversation ends without another word and you’re left standing beside Bellamy. Beside Bellamy, the place you’re meant to be. In your head, your thoughts are with your friends, hoping they find the Ark along with their loved ones. They deserve it.

Bellamy stands in front of you, blocking your eyes from Monty and Jasper as they walk away. “I’m assuming you have a plan for us.” He states, his voice quiet though everyone around you is rushing around to leave.

“Yeah.” You state, looking at Clarke as she walks to the back of the dropship where Wells’ body resides in the stretcher, “We’re going to go help our friend bury our other friend.”

Before you can leave, Bellamy pulls you back gently by your hand, “I don’t know what’s about to come our way,” he admits, his eyes filled with worry as his hand drops yours slowly, “but we’ll find a way through it.”

“Together?” You wonder, looking down as you feel your emotions running wild. It all hits you at once. The arrival of your people, Wells’s death, your best friends leaving.

“Yes, together.”

Bellamy and Finn hold the stretcher between them, setting it down on the ground outside the gate. The other 100 have gone on their way to their family and Chancellor.

Finn, Octavia, Raven still inside the dropship, Bellamy, Clarke, and you all have no one on that ship. So here you stand in the wet dirt amongst the trees with Wells’ still body.

He looks peaceful, his skin just as dark and beautiful as it was when he was breathing. His black eyelashes rest against his shiny cheeks gently. Clarke cries loudly.

As you furrow your eyebrows sadly at Clarke's tears, you watch her sitting beside her best friend. Her shaking hand is on his. The sound of her hysterical sobbing makes your jaw clench as tears build in your eyes.

Stepping forward, you bend down and grab two makeshift shovels. Walking towards her, you hand her one with a sad look, almost about to break the strong facade you have on.

You don’t need to say anything. Clarke gives you a look as she takes the shovel with a sob, tucking away a piece of hair from her wet cheeks. Just seeing her like this makes you want to cry. Taking the first step, you place your hand on Clarkes back. “We’re all here to help you.”

When you step back, she sticks the shovel in the dirt violently, lifting up dirt with ease. You follow the rhythmic sound of the shovels at work and the hole gets bigger and deeper. Other than that, it’s silent. Clarke is no longer sobbing loudly, she’s crying silently. She rejects Finns attempt to take over her work, wanting to be the one to dig her best friends grave.

The scene has you distraught as you feel tears stream down your cheeks for so many reasons you can’t count. You continue to dig, your eyes on the ground as the sun begins to say its own different goodbye.

Octavia brings candles out, lighting up the small area where Wells will rest forever. You wipe the tears from under your cheeks with difficulty, using the part of your hand that isn’t laced with dirt.

When you feel a hand on your lower back, you flinch slightly. “I’ll take it from here.” Bellamy’s deep voice pulls you away, “You’ve already done so much.”

Your eyes are still on the ground, only glancing up at him for a split second. His hands find their way to your cheeks and he wipes the tears away properly, looking into your eyes with the sadness of his own. “Thank you.” You whisper with respect, placing a hand on his lower stomach to balance yourself.

He shakes his head, basking in the newfound closeness of your relationship. “It’s okay. Here.” He takes the shovel from your tired, sore hands, “You deserve a break. He was your friend too.” For some reason, your heart feels like right now is the best time to finally break down. Your face contorts into one of sadness as the tears fall freely. You begin to sob quietly, looking down as Bellamy quickly drops the shovel lightly to wrap his arms around you. He has nothing really to say so he just whispers things to you, “I know.” He furrows his eyebrows, eyes teary. “I know. It’s okay, it’s okay, Princess.”

Bellamy’s hand holds the back of your head, his arms encasing you. Your breath becomes heavy and quick but you eventually calm down. When you pull back, his hands move to your face and he brushes a piece of hair from your lips. “I’m good.” You shake your head, looking down, “I’m okay. Go help Clarke.” When he chooses to look at you instead, his expression wary and unsure, you swallow the lump in your throat and stand straight, “It’s okay, go.”

Bellamy’s eyes dart from your eyes to your lips before he steps back, lifting the shovel up and heading towards Clarke who won’t give the shovel up to anyone until Finn is begging her and pulling her away. “No.” Clarke shouts, making everyone snap towards her, “No! He was my friend!” Her screams are hysterical, tearing through the air as she cries.

“Clarke,” Finn whispers, placing his hands on her shoulders and looking into her eyes.

“No. He’s-”

“-Clarke!” Finn yells even louder, making her stop as he interrupts her, “Please take a break.”

“I never got to say goodbye.” She mutters, her once neutral expression now exploding with sadness. Bellamy behind her is still, watching on with a hint of horror in his eyes.

Finn’s heart breaks for Clarke, wishing he had a way to make her better for once. She always spends her time taking care of everyone else but he fears no ones ever there for her. “Say goodbye now,” Finn states, gesturing to Wells.

It makes sense to Clarke and she drags herself to him, planting herself on the ground beside him. She stays there, angry and sad and everything all at once.

In what seems like no time, the digging is done but you know it’s been at least an hour because the night has approached and darkness surrounds you. The only light is from the candles and the newly lit bonfire inside the camp.

You sit beside a tree as Bellamy puts his shovel down, wiping his forehead of sweat. “Clarke,” he announces, sounding dignified, “It’s done.”

He and Finn finish and walk over to Clarke and Wells. Her hand is entwined with his gently and a few seconds pass before she can let it go from hers. “Okay.” She mumbles, letting Finn help her stand.

Octavia stands beside you, her wide, wet eyes on the scene before her. You can feel your heart beating from your chest loudly as they carry the stretcher and place it beside the rectangle hole.

Carefully and gently, Finn and Bell lift Wells from his resting place and he is put inside his grave. Tears are in everyone’s eyes almost as if his loss is an inescapable thing - no one can avoid the hurt plunged into their hearts by it.

Clarke whispers a goodbye before you all aid in burying him. You all stand in a line, your eyes down and gazing at Wells. You wish it could be different. You wish there could be a way to reserve what happened in the dropship. And you wish that Wells’ story didn’t have to end.

The dirt covers the grave, finally finished yet it brings no closure to Clarke. The cold begins to be unbearable as the wind rolls in gently. It’s definitive of night.

Finn's hand has never left Clarke's side and he leads her into the gates of the camp, knowing that with night comes grounders and that’s the last thing Clarke needs to worry about. They leave for their tent.

Octavia left earlier, wanting to be with Raven instead of leaving her alone in the dropship. So now it’s just you and Bellamy, standing in the same positions you’ve been in this whole time. Beside each other.

He begins by looking at you with just the slight turn of his head but then he steps towards you, his arms stretching to reach you. About to wonder what he’s doing, you have no time to before he’s pulling you into his chest and letting his arms wrap around you warmly. Though you feel a sense of urgency and want to follow Clarke, you don’t pull away from Bellamy. You realise that he needs this more than you do. Rubbing his back gently, you listen to him breathing as he pulls back but keeps the closeness. “Are you okay?” You wonder, your eyes gazing up at him worriedly.

“Are you?” He wonders right back as he wipes at his eyes quickly, “You should be with Jasper and Monty, not me. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

You frown, looking down with the shake of your head. “Seeing the Ark... it’s just going to remind me that I can never go back.”

“Go back?”

“To space.” You finish, feeling completely out of your element as you open up to him, “I wish there were a way for me to be on the Ark again, up there.” You point to the night sky, scattering with shining stars.

Bellamy looks at you, his eyes expressing something he cannot voice properly. “Our generation came back to Earth, Y/N. Every day we’re making history.” He states, his voice full of passion, “Us standing here on Earth, 20 yards from where we established our very first camp is our legacy.”

"But I don't belong down here, Bell." You shout, letting it all out. Fighting tears that threaten to spill down your red cheeks, you avoid the shock in his eyes. "I was never like this on the Ark. On the Ark I was confident. I was... happy. Every moment since we landed all I've done is fail. Down here on the ground all I am is dead weight - a failure."

He shakes his head incredulously. "I don't believe that."

"You know it's true, don't lie to me." You snap, feeling your eyes begin to tear up once again, "I can barely even walk properly let alone keep up with people down here. I'm meant for the sky, Bellamy. I don't belong here, I don't fit in."

The two of you are so different yet so similar. It's as though you’re the dark blue sky filled with stars and constellations. Filled with planets and black holes and he is the opposite. Bellamy is the ground, the earth scattered with beauty and nature through every atom of his being. And though yours are screaming for less oxygen and less sun, Bell’s is earth, air, water, and fire all in one body.

His fawn skin is made from tree trunks; his hair is made up of lost branches; and his soft, lips from the sun shining through evergreen leaves. His shoulders are mountains and his palms are fields of grass.

He belongs on land but you belong in the sky.

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@ rae my lovely andyeddie anon i’ve been listening to the playlist and i am Living pls omg so thoughts below the cut cause i kinda. had a lot. i hope that’s ok. the entire playlist together is So McFreaking Good. idk how much of this is coherent but ! know that i am thoroughly enjoying this !

since this post will actually make it into the tags i’m linking the song list for this andyeddie playlist Here. go check it out if you’re an ackeddie fan ! there’s no link to spotify to protect rae’s name but i’ve got it on my spotify if people would just want a link to that (provided it’s cool with rae).

seagullxeagle: i’m fucking yelling this song is so good OMG and to start the playlist this way rae. rae. ‘you flew me higher then the mountain top when my wings gave out’ honestly. lyrics are spot on.

when you were young: a) this song under any circumstance is fantastic and b) the desperate kind of emotion this invokes? whew i never thought of this as andyeddie but now it is

(maybe we are): i might have already yelled about this one a bit but ! still a bop! and it mentions a river! i heavily associate bodies of water with ackeddie since @wolfandwildling and i started talking about them. and the family/dissociation ok yes also a heavy theme with them in my head. (also side note you might like deer tick who remind me of ezra)

physic reader: ‘when i look at you i get a good vibration’ - honestly? mood. and the chorus!!!!!

black flies: ok. ben howard. i love him for andyeddie and this song is So Good. fuck. “No man is an island, this I know // But can't you see? // Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone” RAE! this is sO GoOD

tilt-a-whirl: the beginning is so good omfg. i love the vibes of this song holy crap

family and genus: ‘drop what i’m doing and sit beside you’ and kinda the slow vibes right in the beginning like there’s no hurry? but also the theme of loss and having one steady person??? /?

4th and roebling: rivers again ! and that chorus about two lives !!!!! fucking a where do you find such on point songs honestly

ends of the earth: i mean. this is such an andyeddie song i cant handle it. did i mention this playlist is so good rae??

honeydripper: mood shfit ! i’m digging it ! this is like ‘lets get the fuck outta town vibes’ which i am Here For

reflections after jane: these melancholy vibes ! i’m getting andy-centric vibes from this one

1955: just that first line !!! wow ! and the it picked up for that second verse/chorus and i love it so much. it kinda seems like a song from eddie’s pov tho if i’m being honest so many ackeddie songs can be flipped

dog years: the bad week with cheek touching? this is one of my favorites on this playlist tbh all of it is So Good

monomania (nobody loves you like i love you): i mean the title alone??? ‘i’m possessed by my own weakness // and i’m obsessed by your rythym of life’ honestly those are some Good andyeddie lyrics right there

margot: so freaking ??? ? good ?? i mean i love this song already just cause it’s a fun song, but the temporary state and being and being together that’s in the song: a+ 10/10 stuck that landing

blame: oooooo dark i love it. this is such a good bastille song but omg when applied to ackeddie?? fuck dude that’s some good shit right there

smoke signals: ok. hands down my favorite on this playlist (tough competition right there honestly cause that first song is Good). but the mood with the lyrics is so ackeddie to me? that slow, but hopeful yet kinda sad vibe?? ? yeah that. frick ok if you want i’d love to hear your thoughts on your song choices.

in a week: i fucking love hozier for andyeddie like wow and i hadn’t considered this song until right now but damn

the night we met: a) lord huron is So Good and b) ending on this note is genius. i love this song ok shit. i’ve got three faves (hard choices). the first song, smoke signals, and this one.

overall: i mean i can’t be more blown away??? i love getting new music and playlists from people and this was a totally new experience since i was unfamiliar with most of these artists. the songs complimented each other so well. so idk i kinda went ham sorry if you didn’t want/need this much but ! regardless here it is ! thank you again for sharing, rae, honestly! there are a lot of people in this fandom so thanks for talking to me ! [hits repeat]

#rae #the pacific #ackeddie #andyeddie

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