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   (Y/n) (L/n) stood in a doorway watching a man who was unaware of her presence as of yet. Jasper Jordan - former delinquent of the Ark’s alpha station - had just walked past her. (Y/n) had been watching him for a while. (Y/n) was one of the last farm station citizens left alive. Survival hadn’t been easy. She’d lost so much, been through so much pain, that when Abby Griffin had offered her the key to the City of Light, it didn’t take much for (y/n) to swallow the chip. She was glad that Clarke had destroyed Alie. (Y/n) was happy that the free will of those who weren’t given the choice was returned. But undernea

~ Author’s Note:  Quick FYI… This “Ron x reader” is based on the part in Half-Blood Prince where Ron and Harry run into Ginny and Dean kissing in a hallway after Quidditch Practice except you are with Ron instead of Harry. Most of the dialogue is mine although bits of it need to be credited to Queen Rowling. Hope you like it! ~ “Honestly Ron, you need to stop complaining,” (y/n) attested. “You aren’t all that bad.” “Oh of course,” Ron said sarcastically. “Just like Neville isn’t all that bad at Potions.” “Low blow Ron.” Ron sighed. “I know

As (f/n) (l/n) walked into the Great Hall, her eyes fell immediately upon the sight of Ron Weasley looking like he was about to vomit all over his cereal. She sighed and waded through the crowd of excited teenagers to take a seat next to the anxious looking boy. Today was the first Quidditch match of (y/n)'s fifth year, and it was Ron's first Quidditch match as the Gryffindor team's keeper. (y/n) cautiously took a seat next to Ron and said good morning. "So Ron," (y/n) began, still talking quietly and calmly as not to scare Ron, "How are you feeling?" "I should have never done this." Ron groaned in response. "I don't know what I was thinkin

(y/n) groaned and slouched backwards onto her favorite emerald green armchair. She was supposed to be working on a Defense Against the Dark Arts project`but her partner, Draco Malfoy, had decided that taking a shower was more important than not failing out of school. (y/n) had finally decided to do the damn project herself when she realised that Draco had all of the notes she needed. She reaaaaaaally didn’t want to move but eventually (y/n) dragged herself up and crossed the deserted Slytherin common room towards the boy’s dormitories. As she climbed the spiral staircase, (y/n) wallowed in self-pity. She just HAD to be paired with