enduringfirst:

( harperiings liked X for a starter. )

            “ Think you’d be willing to
              take Miller’s shift on watch
              tonight? “

           “ Sure, I don’t mind. As long
             as this doesn’t become a 
             habit of his- this is the third
             one i’ve taken this week. “

warbuilt:

harperiings  liked for a role reversal starter (x)

                  —————– “I’m telling you, Harper, something isn’t right about this place,” Lexa argued, the suspicion clear in her tone, even as narrowed green eyes glanced around cautiously. While her friends seemed content in reveling in their new-found ‘safety’, Lexa couldn’t fight the feeling that something was off about Mount Weather —— not to mention the fact that they still had people out there; Bellamy, Octavia, Raven, Finn, Monroe. Besides that, they’d all seen the ark crash down, the ark that held her mother. She needed to know if anyone was still alive, yet President Wallace seemed intent on keeping them here. 

                                          She didn’t like it. 

              “If we’re not prisoners, then why won’t they let us leave?” 

                  —————– “You think that they’re hiding something from us?“ she asked, eyes widened in concern, brown hues gazing over at the other girl with intense curiosity. "Should we try and figure out what it is?” God, Harper missed them; the ones that had been left behind in the fight against the grounders, likely burnt to a crisp. Monroe, her friend, was lost in the war, and Bellamy, her leader, and everyone else they had ever lost. Just, GONE. “I mean, it’s worth a shot right, Lexa? We can’t just sit here and do nothing while they’re out there.”

   “If that was us, we would want them to look, we wouldn’t want to be on our own.”

                                            NOT LIKE THAT.

idrxs:

To everyone I have ever promised a starter and never delivered, I am sorry.
To everyone I have ever let a message sit in my inbox without ever answering it, regardless of how much I intend to answer it–I am sorry.
To everyone who has ever written me a starter that I liked and never answered, I am sorry.
To all the dropped drafts and unfinished plots, I mourn you but cannot find the will to revive you.  I am sorry.
To all of the memes I’ve reblogged and simply didn’t post, I am sorry.
To all of the people that I may have made feel ignored or disappointed, I am sorry.
I am only human.

ordinisetchaos:

School. Of course that was how he had recognized the voice. After living in the same small town his whole life, and going to school with the same group of kids, he should have known the two of them would have somehow crossed paths at school. Only, if he was being honest with himself, he did not take too much notice of the other students if they were not in his immediate group of friends. 

He sat back in the chair and let the headphones he had all but forgotten about fall in his lap. Any plans of listening to music now were pushed by the wayside as he found himself more interested in figuring out who the girl on the other side of the fence was. 

It wasn’t until the girl spoke the name Harper that he had any inkling of who she might have been. The only other girls from his school he knew anything about would have recognized his voice instantly and, more likely than not, ignore any attempts at conversation he would have further presented. But he knew the name Harper. If anything, he remembered a friend mentioning her in some topic of conversation.

Trying to put a name to the face was harder, considering he had never really taken the time to connect the two things with every single one of his classmates. Sitting here now, that fact made him feel a little guilty, made him feel like after all these years he should have known more about this girl. He heard his mom’s voice in his head, reprimanding him for not being more social like the rest of the kids his age.

“So your name is Harper?” he asked, trying to make his question sound like he was just curious, and not as if he genuinely had no clue. He tried to rack his brain for something else to say, for fear of sounding like an idiot, and added last minute, “I think we were in a biology class together last year.”

In the time the pair had been talking with each other, it had never occurred to him that he had never mentioned who he was to her, and it made him feel even more foolish than before. Clearing his throat he tacked on the bit of information as if it was not all too important. “My name’s John, but I usually just go by Murphy.”

Biology the year before had been a breeze and Harper remembered every single face in there; considering it was only a small class of around fifteen children and the one teacher. Racking her brain for a response, the name John Murphy did seem to ring a bell, and even if it took a while for her to form coherent words in reply, she did know him.

“Yeah, I remember you,” she called in recognition, glancing down at the tangled earphones in her lap, bare skin exposed to the harsh bite of the cool summer wind. “You’re on of Bellamy’s friends, right? I think I saw you at a party once, when his mom was out of town. I dated his sister last year…”

She felt ridiculous revealing the information to him but it might have assisted him in putting a face to the name. Besides, it couldn’t hurt to get to know her neighbour; her parents had said to make friends, right? So, that’s what she was doing. And John Murphy wasn’t exactly bad company for someone that was pretty much just a voice at that moment. Still, things had ended pretty bad between herself and Octavia, and she didn’t particularly want to relieve that.

“Small world, huh?” Harper laughed, trying to clear the awkward tension. Her voice was choked and strained, and she couldn’t imagine how awful she sounded to him. Bringing her hand to her mouth to cough into, she reached for her towel, waiting for Murphy’s reply.

If he bothered to reply. God, why was she so bad at talking to people? She hadn’t always been that way, not since the incident last year, and with a quick glance down at her hip, she felt warm bile rising in her throat. The teenager definitely didn’t want to think about that or look at the scars, her eyes just managing to tear away from her waist. That was in the past, no one was going to hurt her anymore.

angstmemes:

“Calm down, calm down. It’s me! You’re not where you think you are, you’re safe with me at home.”
“You need to snap out of it, it’s a flashback. Nobody is going to hurt you anymore, trust me!”
“Help! I need help! Call the police, please. Help me! Don’t let him/her find me! I escaped, but he/she’s after me!”
“Listen, listen. You are going to be okay. He/she is locked away for good, alright?”
”It’s a very strange idea that someone will spend the rest of their life in prison because of what they did to me.”
”I don’t want her/him to go to prison. She/he did it because she/he loved me.”
“Can you please tell me what happened while you were… gone?”
”I never stopped thinking about you.”
”The police told me it would be best to assume you were dead, because of what might be happening to you otherwise… But I could never convince myself.”
“We kept your bedroom the way it always was… I understand if you’d want it changed, but I want you to know that we never lost hope that you’d come back home.”
“Is that– Is that really you? Oh my god! I can’t believe it’s you!”
“How do you feel after your first night home?”
“The police will need to ask you about what happened… but maybe you want to tell us first? You haven’t said a thing since we got you back!”
“We have imagined the worst things that could have happened to you. Please just tell us so we can try to move on and help you.”
“Shh, it was a nightmare. You’re in your own bedroom.”
“If you want to start living your old life, you’re going to have to start putting what happened to you behind you.”
“I can never be who I used to be! I was gone for years! And you expect me to go through some therapy and have my old life back?! That’s never going to happen!”
”Were you scared all the time? Or… or did you get used to it?”
”I’m not even sure what I’d rather hear, that you were always afraid or that you actually liked it there.”
“Nothing happened. I just ran away. I was sick of being here. I just made it up to sound interesting.”
“Will you please come out of your bedroom… I know you’re probably not comfortable with the amount of space after what you’re used to, but please try…”
“I’m here for you. I’ll keep you safe. I’m not going to lose you a second time.”
“Shh, it’s okay! It’s normal to have flashbacks, but you have to try to focus on me now.”
“You can’t go back there! Are you insane? Why do you want to?!”

torturxdforhxr:

“Skai?” Costia glanced up quickly, looking up at the sky above them. She’d certainly missed a lot since she was gone, a whole clan had fallen from the sky. Who knew what else had changed. “You live on Trikru land.”

“Yes,” she answered, eyebrows briefly knitted together in confusion before she spoke, and even though, her voice shook. There had been so much they had endured already, Harper just hoped that the other woman wasn’t blood thirsty like so many of the grounders she had encountered before. “I belong to the citizens of the Ark.”