You were not popular at all. You had spoken to two students before you reluctantly became her friend. Hell, when she asked you were beyond shocked and she knew it. You assumed she was just fucking with you and knowing the type her brother tended to be drawn to, it wasn't a completely wrong assumption.
"Y/n, are you coming?" Octavia asked and you shrugged. "What's been up with you? Don't take this the wrong way, but I've been nothing but nice to you and all you've done is act like you don't trust me."
"I don't trust you completely though." You said and Octavia looked at you sadly and confused. "I'm grateful for what you've done for me and like I'm happy to have someone around so I'm not alone, but I think this is one big joke. Octavia I like you a lot and I don't want to get hurt worse than I already am."
"This isn't a joke. You're not a joke." She said and you weren't sure if she was telling you or herself. "I like you and maybe people won't completely approve, but they took Clarke and Lexa being a thing well, so why wouldn't they accept us too?"
"Octavia, I wasn't aware there was an us." You said and she leaned in and kissed you, hard and passionately, but still soft and gentle. As if you were some fragile piece of art that would break if too much or not enough pressure was applied. "Okay, maybe this isn't a joke."
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The 100 One Shots/ Imagines
FanfictionEssentially the title, request anything. I'll write smut, mostly femslash. Um, hopefully the stories will be better than my summary.
