Whateverthehellwewant Stories

Adira was imprisoned two years ago for killing two guards but she was placed in solitary confinement for unknown reasons. However when The Council decides to send down 100 teenagers back to Earth, she realizes that this planet will test her in ways she could never have imagined. That she will meet people that could help her, hurt her and even love her. P.S. This story is also on my Quotev account, I just thought I'd post it here too.

Marley Ice has been on the run for two years. When a drop ship heads to earth she sneaks on with her brother. What happens when every male in camp falls for her undeniable beauty and witty remarks. It's every man for themselves. Let the fight for the throne begin.

"Whatever the hell we want" Bellamy had said the words with such pride and vision everyone followed them so blindly. We have no laws. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is the story of Bellarke a week after they landed in the ground. The ark had rules and that's exactly why he doesn't want them. She is convinced they can't survive without them. They compromise and still get whatever the hell they want. But what happens when whatever the hell they want, is each other? Disclaimer: I don't own the 100 or the characters but the idea if how they fall in love is 100% my own. If any story is like this it is just a coincidence, why would I take the time to write a story the same way someone else has written it? BELLARKE BABIES, THIS STORY IS FOR YOU! Based on season 1 of the 100 UPDATES EVERY FRIDAY! (NO 7 MONTH HIATUSES I SWEAR)

Run·a·ways - plural noun A person who has run away, especially from their family or an institution. Synonyms: fugitive, refugee, deserter. "A teenage runaway" It's been 3 years since we've all met. 3 Years since each and everyone of us ran away from our shitty lives. At first we were unsure of who we could trust. But than again, you would too if you've gone through what we have. I've grown to love our dysfunctional family. No matter what we do wrong, we always have each others backs. No. Matter. What. And we do a lot of fucked up stuff. You can do whatever the hell you want, when you want. As long as you follow 5 simple rules. 1. Be back at the warehouse by 1:00. 2. Never end up on social media, or get caught on camera. 3. If you're out past curfew, you MUST have someone from the group with you at all times. 4. Never tell someone outside of the group about the warehouse, or the members within it. 5. Never get caught by the police.... EVER. By following these rules, we've created our own alternate universe most teenagers could only DREAM of living in. But what happens when friendships fail, pasts' get caught up, rivals come back, revenge resurfaces, feelings come into play, people get hurt and rules break? Hell breaks loose. Afterall, we're all just a bunch of lost souls. We're all just runaways. My description honestly sucks. (It's a work in progress.) WARNING! - STRONG LANGUAGE.