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pause to ponder the miracles

a holiday secret santa gift for @hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis

“Is me not liking you a problem, Princess?”

Clarke shrugged. “It could be.”

“Why?”

“Because I was planning on inviting your sister to come up with me for Christmas, and thought maybe, if you weren’t an ass about it, I’d invite you, too." Bellamy opened his mouth to say something but Clarke barrelled on. "So are you going to continue to hate me or can we get along? Because I know O wouldn’t want to leave you here alone for Christmas.”

Bellamy pursed his lips. “Yeah. Okay. We can get along.”

Modern AU where Bellamy hasn’t truly celebrated Christmas in years, and with the help of his sister’s university roommate, maybe this year can be different.

Rated teen+ for language

[ read on ao3 ]

So!! I don’t think anyone else has posted their fics for this event yet but I figured I had it done, might as well be the first. So a little backstory on this fic: I had originally planned out something entirely different. I was trying to stay in canon-verse but honestly I was having enough trouble with the holiday theme anyway so I gave it up and moved it to modern-verse. And the first couple things I drafted up I tried to make more focused on the group rather than one person but that also didn't work very well so I decided Bellamy might be a good pick for you. And as much as I tried to not make it romantic I- kind of failed. As you’ll see.

Anyway!! I hope this is holiday-themed enough for you!! I’m actually considering maybe writing a second chapter to this because I did really enjoy typing this out, but that’s iffy.

Merry christmas, dear!! I hope you like it ♥

@johnmurphyisqueer

( I’ll post the whole thing below the cut, but formatting is probably better on ao3 )

“Christmas is like softly-falling snow that covers the world in a blanket of white so flawless and brilliant as to make us pause to ponder the miracle.”

― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

Bellamy had never had much of a Christmas.

Before Aurora had passed, they��d bake cookies and buy gifts and string lights on the walls, but after, it had mostly stopped. Bellamy was too focused on providing for himself and his sister to worry much about holidays. Sure, he’d buy Octavia a few small gifts, sometimes they’d go walk around neighborhoods and look at the fancy light shows some houses boasted, but it was never anything big for them.

This year was different.

It started like this: Octavia had just begun her first year at university, courtesy of years of saving up for it, and when November rolled around, Octavia came home to him for a few days. She brought a friend. Clarke Griffin, her roommate, who looked like she’d never struggled for a day in her life. Bellamy immediately disliked her. But for Octavia’s sake, he tried to mask it.

“So, Clarke,” he started, the three of them lounging in the living room, Octavia and Clarke with a bag of chips between them. “What brings you down here?”

She shrugged. “My hometown is more than a few hours drive from campus, didn’t feel like making the effort. Octavia invited me along when she figured out I wasn’t going anywhere.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t feel like going to see your family?”

“Nah. The only reason I’d want to go down would be to see my old friends, and not all of them would even be around. My mom and I don’t have the best relationship.” Clarke scrunched her nose. “ And I’d already told her I’d come see her for Christmas, so no reason to make the drive.”

Bellamy huffed. Clarke raised her eyebrows. “Something funny?”

Octavia was glaring at him, so he just settled back. “Nope. All good, Princess.”

Clarke didn’t seem to believe him. Octavia stood up, tugging Clarke with her. “Come on babe, why don’t we go hang out on our own?”

Clarke and Bellamy avoided each other for the rest of the day. And the day after that.

It didn’t last.

It was early, early enough that Bellamy expected to be gone for work by the time the girls got up. But then Clarke strode into the kitchen and rested her hands on the counter, hard eyes locked onto him. “Why do you hate me?”

And Bellamy, not at all prepared for that, just stared at her for a few moments. “What?”

“You heard me. What’s your problem with me?”

He turned around, taking a sip of his coffee. “I don’t know what you mean.”

She growled. He heard her shuffling around, and suddenly she was right in his face. Bellamy jerked back, almost spilling his coffee. So maybe he didn’t like her, but her glare was downright terrifying.

Bellamy clenched his jaw. “Is me not liking you a problem, Princess?”

She shrugged. “It could be.”

“Why?”

“Because I was planning on inviting your sister to come up with me for Christmas, and thought maybe, if you weren’t an ass about it, I’d invite you too.”

Bellamy’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What? Why?”

Clarke sighed. “Because I like your sister, and I know she’s never had much of a real Christmas. And because I’m nice, I was going to invite you so you could not be a sad person who spends Christmas alone.”

The only thing he could say to that was “oh.”

Clarke didn’t seem bothered by it. “So are you going to continue to hate me or can we get along? Because I know O wouldn’t want to leave you here alone for Christmas.”

Bellamy pursed his lips. “Yeah. Okay. We can get along.”

Clarke grinned. “Great! I’ll bring it up to Octavia later today. Now tell me if you have anything other than that straight black coffee you’re drinking-”

And despite himself, Bellamy could tell she was already growing on him.

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Though Bellamy offered to make the drive alone, Clarke insisted that she come and pick him up. Said it wasn’t too much of a detour. He knew it was easier to just agree. There was no arguing with Clarke.

And so that was how Bellamy found himself draped over the backseat of Clarke’s car, the two girls chatting enthusiastically in the front seats.

“Bell, are you excited?” Octavia asked, turning around. “We’re going to have a real Christmas! With a tree and presents and lights and cookies!”

Honestly, he was more nervous than excited. He wouldn’t know anyone there other than Octavia and Clarke, and the latter he still didn’t know very well. But he let Octavia’s joy seep into him, smiling back at her. “I am.” And because he was far too polite, he addressed Clarke too. “And thank you, Clarke, for inviting us.”

She waved him off. “Oh, it’s helping me too, don’t worry. Hopefully it’ll get my mom off my back about how I need to expand my social circle now that I’m in uni. She’s been bugging me about it forever.”

He hummed. “What year are you?”

“Sophomore. Majoring in creative arts, minoring in a couple medical classes. Mostly because of my mother.”

He raised an eyebrow, though she couldn’t see. “Sounds controlling.”

“Ugh. Very.” Clarke clenched the steering wheel tightly. “She was so angry when I said I was majoring in the arts. Said it wasn’t a career that would get me very far in life. She’s always wanted me to be a doctor like her.”

He chuckled. “You don’t strike me as very doctor-esque.”

“Oh, she’s better than you’d think,” Octavia butted in. “I got sick for a few days in the first weeks, and Clarkey here had it down. I barely even had to do anything.”

Clarke shrugged. “Not a bad skill to have.”

“I probably would have died without you.”

“It was a stomach bug, O.”

“Still!”

And suddenly he wasn’t as worried about the trip as he was before. Not if it was going to be like this.

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Abby Griffin was a very intense woman.

She and Clarke exchanged quick hellos, Abby going to hug her daughter, but even Bellamy could tell it was awkward. When she addressed him and Octavia, it was very stiff, professional, and Bellamy could see why she and Clarke didn’t get along. The two women were opposite personalities, sharing the same stubborn streak that likely played a big part in their strained relationship.

Another thing he noticed that was very opposite to Clarke was the house. From what he knew of Clarke, she was not a very organized person. Her car was a bit of a mess, a lot of her clothes were stained with paints, and she didn’t put much effort into her appearance. Abby’s house was huge and pristine, everything sparkling clean, the house itself matching Abby’s intenseness.

The woman sat them on the couch and went to get them drinks. Bellamy looked around the huge living room. “This where you grew up?”

Clarke shuddered. “God, no. My mom moved in after my dad… died. He never wanted anything big or fancy. I lived here for about two years before moving out. Though honestly I tried to spend as much time out of the house as I could. It’s almost too much.”

Octavia leaned closer, keeping her voice low. “You didn’t tell me your mom was rich!”

“She’s a world-class surgeon, I thought that was a given.”

“I didn’t expect this!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Clarke shrugged. “I wasn’t planning on spending much time here anyway. We’ll probably spend Christmas day here, but the real fun will be on Christmas Eve. One of my high school friends is a master at throwing parties. You’ll have the time of your life, trust me.”

Neither Blake could reply as Abby walked back in with drinks for each of them. Bellamy wasn’t sure what it was, but it tasted fancier than anything he’d ever had.

“So.” Abby sat down on one of the plush chairs across from the couch. “Why don’t you two tell me about yourselves? Clarke doesn’t talk much about school.”

Octavia spoke up first. “I’m her roommate. Majoring in video production.”

Abby nodded, not seeming very impressed. “And you?”

Bellamy shifted. “I’m Octavia’s brother. I’m not in uni.”

“Oh?” Abby’s face shifted a bit at that. “Did you graduate?”

“Never went.”

“I see.”

“Okay!” Clarke interrupted. “O, Bell, how about I get you two set up in your rooms and we can go out somewhere?”

Octavia jumped up, eager to get out of the room. Bellamy nodded, taking one last sip of his drink. “Sounds good, Princess.”

Abby’s scalding gaze fell onto him as the nickname fell from his mouth, but he couldn’t care less.

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“So where are we going?”

“To a local diner,” Clarke said. “I invited some friends, too. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Clarke, I have been dying to meet your friends after all the stories you’ve told me,” Octavia responded. “Which ones?”

“Raven, Murphy, and Emori.”

Octavia clapped her hands together. “I am so excited to meet Raven. She sounds like a badass.”

Clarke laughed. “Oh, she is. I have no doubt you two will get along like a house on fire.”

And after meeting her, Bellamy knew they would.

Raven was full of energy and possibly the most sarcastic person ever. She had a brace on her leg, but it didn’t stop her from bowling Clarke over with a hug when they met outside. “Clarke! It’s been so long!”

“Hey, Rae!” The blonde laughed. “It has! How’ve you been?”

“Fantastic. Who are they? Friends?”

Octavia was practically beaming. “I’m Octavia! Clarke’s my roommate. Heard a lot about you.”

Raven preened. “Of course you have, I’m awesome.” She leaned over to Clarke. “Why didn’t you tell me your roommate was this hot?”

Clarke chuckled. “Jealous, Rae?”

“Of you? Never.” Raven reached out and took Octavia’s arm. “Come on, hot stuff, let me buy you a drink.”

Bellamy was smiling widely at how happy his sister was. Clarke bumped his shoulder, making him look down at her. “Come on. Your sister will be fine with Raven for a while. Come and meet Murphy and Emori.”

He couldn’t help the surprise that shot through him. “You don’t want Octavia to come with us?”

Clarke rolled her eyes. “When will it get through your thick skull that I actually like you? Come on!”

Bellamy flushed at that, trailing after Clarke into the diner. She didn’t even have to look around, heading straight towards a table in the far corner. There were two people there, a man who looked like he wanted to murder everyone in sight and a woman with kind eyes and a tattoo covering half of her face.

The woman lit up as she saw them approaching. “Griffin! Damn, it’s good to see you!”

“You too, Emori,” Clarke said, leaning down to hug her. “You and Murphy doing well?”

Emori’s smile split her face. “We just bought an apartment together!”

“Oh, that’s great!”

“Girls, if you could stop being sappy for one minute,” the man, most likely Murphy, butted in. “Who’s this bitch?”

“Oh!” Clarke grabbed his elbow, pulling him to sit down beside her opposite of her friends. “This is Bellamy. I invited him along for Christmas.”

“Guess I’ll be stuck seeing you around then.” Murphy looked him up and down. “He your boyfriend or something?”

Bellamy blushed, and Clarke sputtered. “What? No! Honestly, I barely even know him that well- he’s just my roommate’s brother.”

And it shouldn’t mean anything, but Bellamy feels disappointed anyway. He’d hoped they were friends on their own now. He thought that was what Clarke had meant outside. Apparently not.

“Roommate’s brother, huh?” Murphy just nodded. “Kinda disappointed. Dude looks like he’d be great in bed.”

Emori smacked his head, both Bellamy and Clarke going red again. Murphy just cackled. “What? You gonna tell me that’s a lie?”

Emori huffed. “You need to learn decency.”

“If you expect decency from me then you don’t know me as well as I thought you did.”

“John.”

“Okay, okay,” Murphy raised his hands. “Have it your way.”

“Great,” Clarke interrupted, her cheeks still flushed pink. “How about we get some food and we can catch up?”

Emori elbowed Murphy before he could say anything. “That sounds wonderful, Clarke.”

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Bellamy had to admit, Clarke’s friends were growing on him.

“Bellamy, man, back me up here,” Murphy insisted. “Tell these two gremlins that their movie taste is shit.”

“Says the man who likes to watch slasher films in the middle of the night!”

“It’s better than the comedies you like to watch? In what way are those entertaining?”

“In what way is watching people get their brains ripped out entertaining?”

Beside him, Clarke giggled, nudging him with her elbow. “Whose side are you on?”

Bellamy just scoffed. “Neither. Both genres are mediocre at best.”

Murphy turned to him, slapping his hand down on the table. “Oh, and what do you watch? Fucking documentaries?”

...he did, yes, but he wasn’t going to admit that now. “Just saying, if you like horror, psychological is better. Slasher films are just blood and guts. No suspense.”

“Suspense is bullshit, who needs the creepy buildup? Just get right into the action!”

“Glad to see you boys are having fun.��

Raven slid into the bench beside Emori, Octavia dropping down beside Clarke, who gave her a smirk. Leaning over, Clarke said to her, loud enough that the whole table could hear: “have fun on your date?”

“Our date was definitely more enjoyable than whatever you idiots got up to,” Raven responded for her, wrapping an arm around Emori. “Bet you were wishing I was here.”

Clarke snorted. “Never any fun without you, Rae.”

“Of course not, I’m the life of the party.” She took a sip of Emori’s drink and crinkled her face. “You losers didn’t even get good drinks.”

“Just because Emori is boring doesn’t mean the rest of us are, Reyes,” Murphy said, earning another elbow to the ribs from his girlfriend. “And who are you to judge us? You drink pepsi.”

Bellamy watched as the two descended into arguing, as seemed to happen often with this group. And even if he was a bit excluded, he still found himself having more fun than he’d had in a while. It was nice, being a part of something again. Hanging out with friends. He had never had much time for that, between working and taking care of Octavia.

Maybe he could find that again.

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“So did you have fun?”

Bellamy looked up from his spot on the couch to see Clarke wandering over to him, dressed in pajamas, hair dark and damp. She looked adorable. Not that he’d tell her that.

“Yeah, I did. Your friends are an interesting group,” he said as Clarke sat down on the arm next to him. From the sound of running water, he guessed Octavia had hopped in the shower after Clarke. Abby was gone when they got back, most likely at the hospital, but nobody was complaining much. “You grew up with them?”

“Kind of. We all got stuck together in high school, and we just clicked. Before that, I’d only had one friend. His dad moved though, and I never found out where to.” She had thrown an arm over the back of the couch so she could lean back, and her arm pressed against his shoulder. He could smell the shampoo she’d used. Clarke didn’t seem to notice their proximity, but he was hyper-aware of it.

“You seem to work well with them. You’re all very rowdy. Very fun. You seem like you would’ve been a trouble-making group when you were teens.”

Clarke chuckled. “Oh, we were. The friends that’ll be hosting the party, Jasper and Monty, they were always sneaking drugs and alcohol for the rest of us, and we’d always get into trouble with them. Maybe it was that common factor that had us all getting along.”

Bellamy huffed. “Honestly? When I first met you I thought you’d be a goody-two-shoes.”

Clarke laughed. “God, no. Maybe when I was younger I was. But after my dad died, my mom started getting on my nerves, trying to control my life, and I wanted to be rebellious. So I did everything I could to piss her off. I still kind of do, to be honest, but I’m trying to get better about it. I don’t want to hate my mom for the rest of my life.”

Bellamy was silent for a moment. “You want to know another thing I thought when I first met you? When you said you had a bad relationship with your mom, my first thought was that at least you still had a mom.”

Clarke’s face fell. “Oh, Bell…”

He shrugged. “I hated you because you seemed like a privileged princess. And I guess in a way, you kind of are, but you’re more than that. You have your own problems too. It’s not your fault your mom is rich.”

Clarke offered a small smile. “I don’t blame you for thinking that. With how you grew up, you have every right to hate me for the way I live. For how lucky I am.”

He shook his head. “No. You didn’t choose your life any more than I chose mine. We didn’t choose the family we were born into, but we can choose what we do with our lives after that.”

Clarke moved her arm to wrap around his shoulder, pulling him to lean against her. She rested her cheek on top of his head. “I’m glad you don’t hate me. I’m starting to like you.”

He chuckled. “I’m starting to like you too, Princess.”

She sighed. “That’s sticking, isn’t it?”

“You bet it is.”

They laughed together, and Bellamy could feel something warm bubbling inside him. Maybe he was starting to like her a bit too much.

It was only a few more days, though. He could bear it.

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When they pulled up to the house, Bellamy could already tell he was in for a ride.

It was decked out in crappy Christmas decorations, blow up characters, window stickers, hell, there was even a garden flamingo with a santa hat on it sticking out of the snow by the mailbox. Octavia was out of the car barely a second after Clarke turned it off, and Bellamy laughed at her eagerness. Clarke smiled back at him, pushing open the car door.

“Look who it is!” Someone cheered when Clarke opened the door. A scrawny dude bounced up to them, wrapping Clarke up in his arms. “Missed you, Clarkey!”

“Missed you too, Jasper.” Another guy came up and hugged her, looking like possibly the sweetest person Bellamy has ever met. “Hey, Monty!”

“I’m so happy you’re back!” Monty beamed. “Oh my god have you heard the news?”

Clarke beamed back at him. “What news?” “Harper and I got engaged!”

“Holy shit, really?” Clarke hugged him again, squeezing hard. “I’m so happy for you! I’m invited to the wedding, right?”

“Of course you are!” A woman walked up to them, pulling Clarke away from Monty. “We’d never leave you out.”

“So who proposed to who?”

Monty blushed. Harper just laughed. “I proposed to him.”

Meanwhile, Jasper had made his way over to where he and Octavia were hanging by the door. “Clarke! You brought new people!”

Clarke perked up, moving back to grab both Bellamy and Octavia by their arms and drag them forward. “Yeah! Come on, I’ll introduce you to the group!”

The main room was already a bit of a mess, a poorly decorated Christmas tree tucked in the corner. Bellamy saw the familiar faces of Raven, Murphy, and Emori, who waved at them eagerly. Raven hopped up and sauntered over to Octavia, slinging an arm over her shoulder. Octavia grinned. “Hey, bitch.”

“Okay!” Clarke let go of Octavia as Raven pulled her over to sit beside her, instead wrapping both hands around Bellamy’s arm. “Guys, this is Bellamy, and that’s his sister Octavia. They’re friends from uni.”

There were a few choruses of ‘nice to meet you’ thrown out. One dude came up and extended a hand to him, which Bellamy took. “Hey, I’m Nathan Miller, but most people just call me Miller. It’s nice to see a new face around here.”

Bellamy shook his hand. “Happy to be here.”

“Kind of surprised Jasper hasn’t broke out the alcohol yet,” Clarke, still wrapped around his arm, commented. “He’s usually way too excited about it.”

Miller just chuckled. “Yeah, Maya’s been keeping him entertained. She’s his new girlfriend, by the way. A sweet girl. I’m not sure how she and Jasper work romantically, but they seem to have a good thing going.”

Clarke raised her eyebrows. “Really? Well, I’m happy for him. I haven’t seen him in any serious relationships since- ever, I think.”

“Well, he’s a bit intense, takes someone special to handle him.”

Bellamy snorted. “No offense, but everyone here is a bit intense.”

Clarke huffed out a laugh. “Think you can handle it, Bell?”

Bellamy made an unsure face. Miller slapped his arm. “Don’t worry, man, we aren’t that bad. It’s a bit overwhelming at first, but you get used to it. If you can handle her, we can’t be much worse.”

Clarke snorted. “What are you implying, Miller?”

He raised his hands up in surrender. “Nothing bad.”

“If you say so…”

“You know what we should do?” Jasper stood up from the couch beside a timid-looking woman. “We should go outside!”

Raven wrinkled her face. “Jas, it’s like, supremely cold outside. There is snow on the ground.”

“Exactly! Come on, where’s your inner child? Don’t you want to go play in the snow?”

Raven grabbed her thigh, lifting her leg. “You see this brace? This thing gets insanely stiff in the cold. I’m not going.”

“Come oooooon,” Jasper whined. “Stop being such a party pooper! Where’s your sense of fun?”

Octavia grabbed Raven’s hand, pulling her onto her feet. “I think it’s a great idea!”

Raven made an incredulous sound. “This is betrayal!”

“You coming or not?”

Raven glared at her before sighing. “Fine.”

Jasper whooped. “Yes! Octavia, I love you already!”

The group laughed, all seeming to have been spurred on by Jasper and Octavia’s eagerness, and Clarke pulled Bellamy towards the door, neither having shed their coats or boots since coming inside. He stumbled along behind her, laughing, and though the chill was sharp, he was warm with happiness.

The rest of the group piled outside behind them, and Jasper and Octavia immediately set to work rolling a snowman. Bellamy and Clarke began to roll another section for the snowman when a snowball hit Clarke in the back.

They both looked back to see Raven cackling at them, a cocky smirk set upon her face. Clarke scooped up a wad of snow, throwing it back, but it went awry and Raven just held up a middle finger.

Bellamy crouched down to make his own snowball, and with Raven distracted by Clarke’s efforts to hit her, he threw. It hit Raven right in the shoulder, and she let out an indignant cry. Clarke cheered before Murphy came up behind her and shoved snow down the back of her coat.

And suddenly everybody had been sucked into the game.

Octavia hit Bellamy on the side, and when he went to retaliate she darted behind Emori, who Bellamy then hit in the stomach with a snowball. He got pelted with so many snowballs, but he threw at anyone who was in range, and Bellamy felt happier than he had in a long time. He and Octavia would do this sometimes when they were younger, and it reminded him of that. He couldn’t stop smiling the entire time.

Eventually, it died down, and though by now they were all thoroughly soaked, they still attempted to finish the snowman that had been started before Raven made the first attack. Even with so many people working on it, it wasn’t the best, especially not when no one had bothered to get supplies from inside, but they gathered some little rocks to use as the mouth, eyes, and nose, and it was good enough.

So after they all wandered back inside soaked and shivering and promptly collapsed in the main area. Bellamy fell onto the floor in front of the couch, leaning back onto Clarke’s legs. Emori plopped down next to him and flashed him a grin, eyes flickering between him and Clarke. Her implications were clear. Bellamy shook his head, and Emori rolled her eyes.

Jasper, still somehow bouncing with energy, declared they were going to have a Christmas movie night. “You came on a good year,” Emori said beside him. “Usually Christmas Eve is a lot more chaotic than this.”

He chuckled. “Miller said the same thing. He blamed it on the new girlfriend.”

Emori snorted. “Maya? It could be, yeah. I think Jasper’s trying to impress her.”

“I can’t imagine him being any worse than this.”

“Oh, god, this is probably him at his best.” Emori nodded to Monty. “Monty used to be the same way, until Harper. The girls keep them reined in most of the time. They probably would’ve accidentally blown themselves up by now without Harper.”

“That’s more Raven’s thing. They’d end up getting arrested for theft, probably.” Clarke leaned down behind him to enter the conversation, and he could feel her hair brushing the top of his head. “How many times has Jasper shoplifted?”

“Every time he goes to any store.”

Bellamy laughed with them, once again feeling intense gratitude to Clarke for inviting him.

“Okay okay shut up! We’re watching a movie!” Jasper yelled. “What’s a good Christmas movie?”

“Home Alone!”

“Fuck no!”

“What’s a Christmas movie that isn’t a comedy?”

“Literally none of them!”

“There are some!”

“Like what?”

“Oooookay, I’m deciding!” Jasper declared, picking up the remote. Everyone grumbled at that, but Bellamy was just amused. He felt something tap the side of his head and tilted his head back, seeing Clarke grinning down at him. He smiled back, face bright with happiness. This wasn’t like any Christmas he’d ever had, but it was his favorite already.

Jasper turned something on, Bellamy wasn’t really sure, and then he and Monty went into the kitchen to get everyone drinks. In true Christmas spirit, Harper yelled after them to make hot chocolate and not just grab some alcohol. Murphy huffed. “You really trust them with a stove?”

“They’re grown men, Murphy.”

“They don’t act like it.”

Maya trailed after the boys into the kitchen, and a little bit later they came back with cups of hot chocolate for everyone. Bellamy took a sip, the scalding liquid instantly warming him up. Someone turned the overhead lights off and the holiday lights on, illuminating the room in red and green. This was truly Christmas.

Bellamy wasn’t paying much attention to the movie, more to the quiet conversations that were constantly going on, whether it be Raven and Murphy arguing over something or Jasper making snide comments, but there was always the low buzz of talking, never silence. Not that he would have expected it from them.

A hand wove into his hair, and Bellamy turned his head to look back up at Clarke. She had a blanket tucked up to her chin, her mug held tight in one hand, and her eyes shone. She looked so content and relaxed, snuggled up on the couch, a hand combing idly through his hair.

“You look happy,” she murmured. “Happier than I’ve ever seen you.”

He smiled. “I am happy. I’m glad you invited me, Clarke. This is amazing.”

“This is the best Christmas Eve I’ve had in a long time,” she sighed. “You should come next year, too.”

Bellamy blushed. “You want me to come back?”

“Of course. You’re fun, when you aren’t hating me.”

“I don’t hate you anymore.”

“Good. I didn’t like it when you hated me.”

Bellamy let himself indulge as he grabbed her hand from his hair, tangling their fingers and pressing a kiss to her cold skin. She giggled, and he looked back up at her, cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

He hoped he could come back next year. And maybe every year after that, too.

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The Last of Us Part II RANT

I’m normally a “moblie user only” person myself, but Part II took the fattest, nastiest shit on me I’ve ever had the displeasure and feeling through game, that I had to hop on my computer and type this. But before I get in to all the bad, let me start off with the little good in the game.

PROS: The Sound Design, the Animation and Graphics, and the Voice Work

Sound Design: The songs and music in this game were extremely well done. It had me moved to tears to sitting on the edge of my seat anxious about what was going to happen next.

Animation and Graphics: The animation truly seemed like a TON of time, energy, and love went into designing the characters and their surroundings.The graphics were just as awesome and truly made you feel immersed in the world of tlou.

Voice Work: Great work done my all voice actors involved. They, along with the graphics, made the characters really come to life.

OK, now done with the good, time for the fucking bullshit. I am mostly going to focus an the story and the characters. Because holy fuck, I know GOT season 8 was like a milestone in bad storytelling, but the goal wasn’t to do worse than that shitty ass season.

The Shitty Story: I think the first thing that set this story up to be the fuck up that it is, was this lesson of “Violence isn’t the answer”. I think if the lesson was, “Your actions and choices have consequences” would have been a better theme to go along with this story. So, lets begin with Joel’s death.

I was honestly not surprised at all when I got to Abby at the beginning and someone was there to kill Joel. To think he would be able to evade the effects of what he did to the Fireflies would have been a bit ridiculous. I was even semi-fine with the torture of Joel, because I could see how that decision would force the player to really want to get back at Abby. Was it needed? Absolutely not because just killing Joel would of accomplished this. But if the torture of Joel was something Naught Dog really wanted to include then OK fine. We then come to the next extremely shitty part in the story, killing members of WLF and the game making the player feel guilty for it.

Now I know this is kinda a game play issue, but the issue being solved with a simple change in the game play would effect the story. And that is allowing the players to choose what the fuck they want to do. Do you want to just going in and slaughter everybody while their friends scream about their friends dying. That’s completely your choice. Do you want to quietly and tactically knock them out and leave them to live? Let that also be a choice. The could of even done it to where the more people you kill the more ammo and weapons you could collect, but it’ll be harder to travel because WLF will be sending out more brutes and harder enemies in an attempt to stop you. On the flip side, the more people you knock out, the less ammo and weapons you have, but the less WLFs there are to try and hunt you down because you’re not a bigger threat than the Scars. Then they could use dialogue said by the npcs to give the player an idea of how much of a threat they are to WLF. In a game where its trying to teach this lesson of “Violence isn’t the answer”, it sure forces you to resort to violence at every opportunity. You can even keep the intended message because in the game, violence isn’t always truly the answer. Bouncing off of this is my next change to the story, having the players make the choice about whether or not they want to kill Nora, Mel, and Owen.

Let’s get one thing straight, Ellie beating the shit out of Nora was not needed. An alternative to getting the info about where Abby was staying at could of been done through a series of little puzzle quests to give Ellie clues on where Abby was. This would be longer, but would not of had the same effect on Ellie’s mental state as beating the fuck out of Nora did. However, they could of kept the original scene as it played out. You get the info fast and you don’t lose out on anything major. Maybe some ammo and some pills but not enough to where it feels like you’ve lost out. But the choice now falls on the players to decide what they should do. The same applies with Mel and Owen. When you arrive at the aquarium, the player can decide to shot Owen to get Mel to talk, kill Mel to get Owen to talk, or grab Mel to threaten Owen to talk. The two kill options would be semi-bad because what played out originally with Abby would happen. But if the player decided to threaten Mel, Owen would talk, Ellie would release Mel but still holding them at gun point, and leave. However this would happen after another choice I think should of been implemented in the game. The choice to travel with Jesse to go and find Tommy.

When this happened even I wanted Ellie to just go with Jesse. It seemed like a great point to give the players a chance to decide what they wanted Ellie to do. Here’s how I would of wanted it to go: The player can either make Ellie continue to the aquarium, and the story would follow along as normal, or the player makes Ellie go with Jesse to find Tommy and leave. They leave and find Tommy after his encounter with Abby. You could even make another choice here where Tommy wants to try and go back to hunt down Abby, or go back to Dina with Jesse after he argues that they need to leave. If you go back with Jesse, Tommy follows with you, upset she gets to live, but moves on. From this they return to the theater, grab Dina and travel back to Jackson. This can then branch off to the future we see with Ellie and Dina, but there’s a scene where they travel to Jackson with J.J to see Jesse and his family. While there, Tommy approaches Ellie and says that he found Abby, and the player can decide what to do here as well. Go after Abby or stay. If the player goes after Abby, Ellie does find her and kills her, but it leaves Ellie feeling a bit conflicted because she doesn’t feel the fulfillment she thought she would feel. Cut to her traveling back to Jackson, visiting Joel’s grave and cue heart wrenching scene of her playing the guitar at his grave.

Now circling back, if the player decided to travel with Tommy to hunt Abby down in Seattle, Jesse reluctantly agrees, but tells them if they don’t find her by tomorrow afternoon, they all leave. This would then lead to the player finding Abby and Lev (because in my head Lev does run off but the boat he takes in the aquarium isn’t there and heard talk about the other boats the WLF’s use and takes off there, but Abby catches him in time to stop him from traveling to the island. This would happen after her encounter with Tommy) and Abby would tell Lev to run back to the aquarium with Yara. So its Ellie, Jesse, and Tommy holding Abby at gun point. Knowing a 3v1 isn’t winnable, she lays down her weapons and thus, another decision is allowed for the player. Kill Abby or let her live. Killing Abby has an effect on Ellie’s mental state and that can effect the game at the end. Not too bad that it ruins the ending, but bad enough that maybe there’s a cut scene of her having nightmares about killing her. If the player decides to not kill her, Ellie lets her go, she runs off, Tommy and her argue and Jesse tells them to drop it and get back to the theater. They do and cue to the ending I talked about earlier with everyone going back to Jackson. Now this leads me to my leads final story issue I would change about the game, Abby’s portion would be significantly cut down.

While the player would still play as Abby, the only flash back that would be included is the one about her and her father. Narratively, I don’t hate it. It allows for the player to understand why Abby wanted to kill Joel and drive home the new theme of “Your choices and actions have consequences”. However playing as Abby for, what, 12 hours of the game wasn’t needed. If the excuse was to pad for time, everything I said above would not have only extended the time, but would of allowed for players to want to replay the game. The player would still play as Abby with Lev and Yara so it can set up the players for how all the characters got to where they are by the time the player is given the choice to Kill or Let Abby Go. I’m on the fence about if the player would still be Abby and the theater scene would play as normal if you kill Mel or Owen. Kinda up in the air but what can you do. Anyways, while this would humanize the character to extent, it wouldn’t try to wash down her deeds like Naught Dogs tried to do. In my creation of this story, what happened in Santa Barbara would not take place at all.

All in all, there was some much they could of done with this story that could of made it worth playing. I have no more words for this grotesque torture p*rn game Neil and Naught Dogs decided to create. I wish I could fucking wipe my brain and get back to two days I wasted on this game. Fuck them and I hope Naughty Dogs fucking falls apart. I will finish my little essay with asking y’all to please not harass or go after the voice actors and the people who tried to make this game. Go after Neil , because ultimately this falls on him.

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little special announcement + emotional blurb

hi, it's kit, your local friendly and nervous SIX stan! (that honestly wonders if she belongs here cause... everyone she follows is super popular and she’s kinda intimidated by them. i still love them all though!!) (~i also wish i was brave enough to be their friends cause they’re all such sweethearts.~)

everything you need to know is below the cut. this includes the kinda sad but not really emotional blurb. i say kinda because i get really sad for a moment but i do turn it around.

i have decided with my heart and soul and everything in between that i will be releasing a multi-chapter Parrlyn fic up here and on my Ao3! i realized i could capitalize on my friend’s idea and instead of leaving it as a little tiny one shot/ficlet, i can turn it into a full written work. it’s also the first time i actually post something of this caliber on both Ao3 and tumblr, so... here’s to hoping people end up liking it?

well, i question that because people seem to enjoy what i’m posting now, since it’s shorter stuff. longest thing i have going on is New Day, Same Queen at six parts, which continues next week with Catherine Parr. i just... i don’t know. part of me is excited because great, people are seeing my stuff and they’re enjoying it! but not so great because... ah, well, self-doubt is a thing. i’m really grateful for the people that do like and reblog it. i’m even more grateful for the people that end up following.

(which hi, by the way! welcome to chaos in the form of a 20 year old girl with a love for Broadway, the West End, and any form of performing arts.)

but i get discouraged rather easily, because of the innate habit of comparing myself to others. i’m a musician, and i’ve done this all my life while on the stage. and i love my orchestra and bandmates. i love all of them, and they are beyond graciously talented and i am in awe at their talents, i can’t help but compare myself. you know where this is going.

i see all of these people and i just... part of me loses my confidence. they have the most amazing styles of writing and they know what words to use. i sometimes sit here and wonder, is it worth it to continue writing, when so many others do it already?

(and i got to talk to a few of them! oh, they're WONDERFUL! they’re some of the nicest people out there. one of them encouraged me to hop onto Ao3, and i am forever grateful for that )

and to already share a platform with some of these people is... an honor enough, if that makes sense? i don’t know if it’s the pragmatics or the nerves talking, but... sometimes i feel like that my writing doesn’t fit in?

the answer to that first question is yes. it is still worth it, even if the thing i write ends up with like five notes, i’m okay with it. because in the end, i need to be happy with what i put out there. and to... well, just suddenly show up when there’s giants about is a scary feat, but maybe i can rise to their heights one day.

you’re all probably looking at me (or the screen rather), like this is bonkers that i think like this, but such is the reality of my head.

the answer to the second question is a god honest “i don’t know if this makes sense.” kind of deal.

but i’ll find my place here. maybe. i hope i will, at least. even if it isn't with the greats, that it’s still somewhat close by. in the end, i just want to be able to bring a little spark of joy into people when i post a new thing.

now, for the details of the multi chapter work! (sorry, i ramble on a bit when i’m emotional.)

this will be, as most SIX fanfics tend to be, in modern day. most of the portrayals i use are implied to be original West End, and that’s cool. however, slight twist on this one.

for the queens, it’ll be a variation of them. so, this means: -Katherine Howard will be Sam!Howard, not Aimie!Howard. (Sam!Howard and Aimie!Howard might appear in a future work together.)

-Catherine Parr will remain Maiya!Parr. -Catherine of Aragon will be Grace!Aragon, not Jaye’J!Aragon. -Anne Boleyn will remain Millie!Boleyn. (But Andrea!Boleyn and Courtney!Boleyn might or might not appear in a future work with Millie!Boleyn.) -Jane Seymour will be Abby!Seymour, a little change from Natalie!Seymour. -Anna of Cleves will be Nicole!Cleves, so a change from Britt!Cleves and Lexi!Cleves.

to give background as to what the queens do: -Catherine Parr is an author. She’s the comfy and cozy, kind of nerdy type of girl. She stays up late a lot to write, and lives off of coffee. She swears by it.

-Her roommate is Catherine of Aragon. Aragon is a teacher, and teaches Spanish at the local high school. Part of her wonders if it’s healthy for Parr to swear by coffee.

-Jane Seymour is a baker! She owns her own bakery and everything. She finds passion in being able to cheer people up with what she makes.

-And Seymour gets help from her “adopted” daughter in university, Katherine Howard. Kitty’s a vocal performance major. The girl can sing, but she loves spending time with Jane.

-Anna of Cleves is a close confidant to Catherine Parr, and is actually her publicist. The two have a strong friendship past their work, and Cleves is normally the reason Parr gets out of the house.

-Anne Boleyn is the prettiest of them all. Her looks and demeanor give it away that she’s a model of sorts. Look at her Instagram feed once, and you’re drawn in. However, she also gives off the vibes of a femme fatale, and many of the people that see her will say her looks can kill.

now, for the summary:

HA!

i am not spoiling the summary of this. you can read it when chapter one comes out. i will post it on Ao3 before tumblr, so be sure to check my socials page for the link to that!

aside from that, thank you to the 40 of you that decided to follow me! and thank you so much for reading all of this. it means a lot. the boleyn angst, titled The Tower of London, will be released tomorrow on here. depending on how i feel about it, i will post it on Ao3 as well. uh, yeah, that’s pretty much all i gotta say.

kit out!

#Kano Announcements

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sarahsrp · 5 years

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J O S H U A

JOSHUA

J - WHAT IS THEIR MOST IRRATIONAL FEAR?

The thing you need to now about Josh is that he’s got an active imagination, alright? And he’s really into movies. He is also southern. And from Florida. So, you can’t really hold this against him. But RED DAWN, it’s gonna happen. To him, it’s not an irrational fear, ok? It’s an inevitable situation. Now, he’s not saying it’s going to be the Soviet Union, Cubans or Nicaraguans like the original 1984 movie suggested. He’s also not saying that it’ll be the North Koreans backed by the Russians like in the 2012 remake. But it’s going to happen. And yea, it freaks him out. The thought keeps him up at night. So, sometimes when he gets too in his head about it, he might start drawing up some plans for an escape route for him and his love ones. HE’S NOT CRAZY, OK?

O - HOW MUCH HAVE THEY CHANGED IN THE PAST FIVE YEARS?

Honestly, a little. Like, a lot has changed. But he’s still the same Josh he’s always been. Five years ago, he was a goofy, frat guy who loved watching nascar with his best friend, going fishing and camping, playing baseball and hanging out with his wife. Now, he is still a total goofball, loves watching nascar with his best friend, going fishing and camping, playing baseball and hanging out with his wife and children. But he’s changed in the way that…the things that used to be important to him aren’t. Like, in college, all he really wanted out of life was to be a professional baseball player. A wife and family, yes. But baseball first. Now, he just wants to devote his life to being a good father and husband. He’s definitely less of a frat guy though. Josh was never a wild animal in college but he was known to get drunk and do some pretty stupid things. He doesn’t take risks like that any more. He also doesn’t drink anymore. Also, the issues he had with his own family have gotten better. He met his father, started a relationship with him and his family. He has siblings now, which he loves. He’s also forgiven his grandparents for lying to him. He visits them a couple times a year and they visit him. His relationship with his mother hasn’t changed but that’s mostly because she doesn’t have any interest in fixing their issues. He’s definitely grown as a person and is much better for it.

S - HOW DO THEY TELL SOMEONE THEY’RE SORRY?

He’s never been afraid to own up to his mistakes. If he’s done something wrong and you come to him about it, he’s quick to listen and understand and make a heartfelt apology. How he does it, well, that depends. If it’s over a small grievance. He usually would just flat out say he’s sorry and will try to do better and thank the person for coming to him about it. If it’s something big, something that demands an action to prove he’s sorry, he’ll do it. He’s really a good guy. He does dumb things without realizing it but he’s never been the type to callously hurt another.

H - WHO TEXTS/CALLS THEM THE MOST?

So, Deanna definitely texts him the most. Like, all day, every day. But Ian calls him the most. He and Ian were college roommates. They spent four years seeing each other every day. Four years of chit chats in the morning over breakfast, four years or playing video games, watching the race/game, planning Halloween costumes and having dinner together. And don’t ever, ever forget about their nightly talk. Four years of giving each other the run down of their day, talking about their hopes and dreams, their worries, the secrets they’d only share with each other. And now they live so far a part. It’s really hard on them, honestly. So, while it’s not daily (their wives felt it was too much), they do talk on the phone a lot. At least three times a week.

U - WOULD THEY RATHER BE SINGLE OR IN A RELATIONSHIP?

In a relationship. But specifically, in a relationship with Deanna. Josh has always been a kind of guy who loves love. But being in love with Deanna is the best thing ever for him. So, if he can’t be married to her then, he wants to be single forever. Sorry ladies, she’s it for him.

A - WHO ARE THEIR EXES? DO THEY STILL KEEP IN TOUCH?

Listen…I’ve got some exes and names and stuff but I’ve done a bad job at remember those names. Sooooo, names aren’t important. Josh’s first girlfriend was in kindergarten. He didn’t really have much say in it but they got married about 8 times. She strung him along until 2nd grade when she transferred to a different class and decided another boy was more convenient to be married to. He hasn’t spoken to her since the messy divorce. His next girlfriend wasn’t until middle school. I say girlfriend but it was…less. They would have lunch together, hang out at gym and went to the dances together. They also do not have contact. He had a couple of girlfriends in high school. One he doesn’t keep in touch with at all. No real reason other than they’ve grown apart. The other is a good friend of his, who married another good friend of his. They FB each other a lot about how cute their kids are. Freshman year of college, he was hung up on a junior girl. She played him, hard. When she dropped him, it hurt. He never thought he’d get over it. So, Sophomore year, he went through a string of girls. The one that stuck out the most was a girl named Lexi. They both wanted something laid back and causal. So when they started to catch feelings, they called it off. Throughout college, they remained friendly. But no contact since. His junior year, he took a girl named Autumn on a date. It didn’t pan out. His fault. He was head over heels for Deanna. They dated for a while and then eloped like the two crazy kids in love that they were. Like…two years later, things went south. Josh graduated college, was starting his career and Deanna was still in college. The distance caused a lot of damage. BUT WHAT CAUSED THE MOST WAS DEANNA MAILING HIM DIVORCE PAPERS. WHO DOES THAT?! After that, zero contact. He met a girl shortly after (while stupid drunk). Her name was Abby, she was nice. They hooked up (while stupid drunk) and that one night stand led to his daughter, Rachel. He and Abby tried to make it work. But he was still hung up (and technically married) to Deanna. That, plus other issues eventually caused Abby to leave him and Rachel. Zero contact there too. BUT GUESS WHO IS BACK IN TOWN AND BACK IN BED?! His wife. That’s right. They’re a hot mess but they looooooove each other. Ok, bye.

SPELL A MUSE’S NAME IN MY ASK BOX AND I’LL TELL YOU…

#torreysdevitto #insp: joshua williams

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Caitsbooks Reviews: The Supervillain and Me by Danielle Banas

Overall: 2.5/5 Stars Characters: 2/5 Setting: 2/5 Writing: 2/5 Plot and Themes: 3/5 Awesomeness Factor: 3/5 Review in a Nutshell: The Supervillain and Me is cute, but reads more as a younger-YA contemporary rather than a superhero novel.

"He saw me in a way I hadn’t realized I wanted to be seen until I met him. Not a hero, not someone with powers, but just a girl."

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- Premise -

The Supervillain and Me follows Abby Hamilton, who lives in a world where superheroes are common, and one of them just so happens to be her brother. When she is saved from an attempted mugging by the town's new supervillain, the Iron Phantom, he reveals that he isn't committing the crimes attributed to him. As the two grow closer, they must unravel a mystery that threatens their town.

- Setting -

The worldbuilding was pretty... blah. There is very little explained about the superheroes and their origins, so if you are looking for a marvel-esque origin story you won't find one here. Also, this one town seems to have never heard of the concept of a supervillain? They were so surprised that a super could do bad things, and I just find that so hard to believe. How could a world where it seems that most major cities and towns have superheroes, but none of them have ever turned remotely evil?

- Plot -

The Supervillain and Me is basically what would happen if you took a Disney Channel Original Movie and turned it into a book. Except there are quite a few Disney Channel Movies I would rather read... This book really does read like your average contemporary. While there are superheroes, there really isn't any action until the last fifty pages or so, so don't go into this book expecting a crazy wild adventure. The first part of the book really revolves around Abby and the Iron Phantom bonding, and her trying to guess who he is (which really just means a lot of scenes of her at school saying "hmmm this guy has the same eye color and vague shape, he must be him!"). If you are used to reading YA, or are paying any attention at all, then you probably know who the Iron Phantom is from the moment his Clark Kent side is introduced. There really are no surprises in this plot, at all. I found myself predicting all twists.

- Writing -

There's not much to say about the writing style here. It's very basic and bland. The humor fell flat most of the time, most likely because it relied on the main character being clumsy or making a fool of herself. Some of the banter and character dialogue was enjoyable, but there was nothing really memorable.

- Characters -

This book has a decent sized cast of characters. Abby is an okay protagonist, but very basic. She can be a bit cliche at times (clumsy, 1 dead parent, you know the type) but it is nice that she does have actual hobbies and skills outside of the what the plot requires. Her best friend is extremely forgettable (to be honest I read this book two days ago and I forgot her name). The Iron Phantom is an interesting character and makes a good love interest, but there honestly wasn't anything about him that made me care. I did love Abby's brother Connor. I know the author is writing a spin-off, and I really hope it's about him. His character and journey were probably some of the more interesting aspects of this book.

- Conclusion -

Pros- Quick read, fun enough, cute romance Cons- The setting, characters, and writing were all lacking Overall- 2.5/5 stars. The Supervillain and Me disappointed in all the areas that would have made it memorable. However, it still is fun and would probably be more enjoyable for those looking for a lighter YA read.

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bring-me-bellarke · 6 years

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The 100 Ask

Tagged by @griffinnblake ! Thanks, Lindsay! Honestly, what a blast this was.

rules: answer as many as you want if tagged and then tag three more people OR just reblog it and treat it as a regular ask meme!! have fun xoxo

1. What would you get arrested for on the Ark? Probably for punching a guard or something, tbh. Maybe starting underground resistance (yikes)

2. Would you take off your wristband when you landed on the ground? Maybe.

3. What would the necklace Finn would make for you look like? (Clarke: deer/Raven: a raven duh..) Probably a fist or some sort of cool resist sign.

4. If you could resurrect any MINOR character who would it be? WELLS JAHA DESERVED BETTER. (close second would be Anya) (close third would be Ilian)

5. Create a squad of 5 characters to go on missions with. Who are they? Bellamy, Clarke, Raven, Monty, Miller.

6. Minty or Briller? Mintyyyyyy all da way. Briller just never did anything for me.

7. What would your name be in Trigedasleng? (example: Octavia=Okteivia…just make it up!) Jessei, Jessai, i have no idea.

8. Thoughts on Finn? I’ll be honest, I was blind when I first started watching and thought Finn was a good guy...until Raven showed up and was like WTF ....and then he massacred a bunch of people. Then I looked back and realized how manipulative he was with Clarke, and what a shitty person he was in general.

9. Be honest. How willing would you have been to take the chip without knowing all the horrible things it does? I don’t think I would have. It wouldn’t really appeal to me. I could see myself giving in if someone I loved was threatened (like Clarke with Abby, I would’ve folded like a lawn chair)

10. What character do you relate to most & What character do you like the least not including the obvious ones like Pike, etc… I relate to Clarke and Raven the most. I’m bossy and serious like Clarke, but also sassy and passionate like Raven. The character I like the least was (don’t bring out the pitchforks) L/xa. To me, from day 1, she was too bland of a character. It’s like she was always putting on this brave facade that I just never bought into. But I truly love ADC and she’s awesome. I just didn’t believe all of L/xa’s dumb philosophies and thought she wasn’t a good leader. Also, Octavia was on my most hated from the moment she laid her hands on her brother (i will never be over that. bitter 2kforever)

11. Describe your delinquent outfit. (Would you wear something like Murphy’s jacket with the spikey red shoulder patch or have a trademark like Jasper’s goggles? Be creative, yet practical) I probably would have had a patchy black leather jacket, gray t shirt that read Space Sucks, combat boots, black ripped up jeans, and the jacket would’ve had RESIST stitched onto the back in big letters (or maybe a patch). I like to think I would’ve been a total badass but who knows.

12. Favorite type of mutant animal? I don’t think we saw many besides two-headed deer, pauna, and maybe some panthers? Oh, wait! Glowing butterflies, those were cool.

13. What would your job be on the Ark? Oooooh, I don’t know. Sounds weird, but I would’ve liked to work in the archives/library, making sure all the history was preserved (sounds like a Bellamy thing, I know). But tbh, I probably would be jailed for starting a resistance as a side gig.

14. Would you have willingly pumped Ontari’s heart if Abby asked? I’m squeamish, but I would’ve done it to save Clarke (and everyone else in turn).

15. If Lexa wasn’t Heda, then who would make the best commander? Hmm, good question. Well I loved Anya and think she could’ve. I think Luna might’ve if she’d given up her weird ways and NOT BEEN TOTALLY RUINED in s4. ALSO LINCOLN (RIP IM NOT OVER IT). If all 3 could’ve led as like a council, that’d be fire.

16. If you were a grounder, then where would you live and who would be your mentor? Oh god, I don’t know the tribes. Maybe Trishanakru (sp?) just cause Ilian’s such a hottie and it would’ve been cool to be friends.

17. How would you act if you ate the hallucinogenic nuts like Jasper and Monty? I’d probably dare everyone to go jump off a waterfall with me (but like a small one)

18. How would you have dealt with Charlotte’s crime? A more John Murphy approach or Bellamy Blake? Uggggghhhh, this is hard. Listen, neither method worked. Charlotte wouldn’t have survived on her own and Murphy’s dumb. Maybe like a jail or something they could’ve kept her in? Idk, there’s too many things that went wrong with all that.

19. Who should be the Chancellor, if anyone? Anyone at all? Crap, I don’t think there should just be one, it’s too much power. I like the idea of council/committee with the mains like Bellamy, Clarke, Kane, Abby, uhh idk who else.

20. Mount Weather had a lot of modern commodities. (example: Maya’s Ipod) What is the one thing you would snatch while there? Headphones to escape all the drama, probably. Maybe some good hiking gear because goddammit how do they all travel through all these jungles/woods?

21. Do you think you’d have caught the virus spread through camp or would you have been immune like Octavia? I would’ve caught it probs.

22. What would your grounder tattoos look like? Hairstyle? War paint? I’d have just cool geo shape tattoos probably. I’d wear a high pony because how do the girls deal with humidity/sweat wearing it down???? My hair is hella thick, so no thanks. War paint would probably just be a few lines on my cheeks, maybe diagonals.

23. Favorite quote? I CAN’T JUST CHOOSE ONE. OH GOD MY HEART LITERALLY HURTS AT ALL THE ONES I LOVE. (this deserves its own post tbh)

24. Can you forgive Murphy for his actions? How about Bellamy? Murphy’s a real pain in my side. Full offense, I hate that we move on so easily from a white boy’s VERY SIGNIFICANT MISTAKES, yet poor POC Bellamy has to keep suffering from the repercussions. Like Murphy LITERALLY permanently damaged Raven’s body yet they’re cool now? Idk, I hold grudges, and I don’t think I’d be able to let it go. Kudos to Raven, ig. Though I won’t hesitate to admit that Bellamy has royally fucked up too, from the radio to the army (which happened in a season I hate altogether). It just seems like we forgive Murphy much easier than Bellamy and it kills me. Whooo, sorry for that.

25. If one of the characters was in the Hunger Games, who would have the best shot at winning? Hmm, I was gonna say Bellamy but he’s a real softie. Clarke is sneaky and sometimes heartless, so maybe her. BUT ACTUALLY Octavia would because she’s absolutely bat-shit crazy.

26. Least favorite ship? Favorite ship? NOT INCLUDING CLEXA OR BELLARKE Aww crap. I didn’t like Flarke. Fave ship (that never happened) was Ice Mechanic, like imagine the chemistry/hotness. Ugh, still upset about this. Fave canon would be Kabby, I guess? They’re great, but it’s weird to think Kane had Abby tortured. Idk (Y’all know I’m ride or die Bellarke). I was conflicted for a long time about Linctavia because I loved them but when you boil it down, he was way older than her and it seemed kinda Stockholm Syndrome-y? Plus, she turns psycho and he would’ve hated it. IDK ALL SHIPS ARE PROBLEMATIC DAMMIT.

27. A song that should be included in the next season, like when Radioactive was? If there had to be another guest star like Shawn Mendes on the show, who would you want to make a cameo? Lindsay said Home II by Dotan and I 100% agree because that song is amazing and would work so well for S5. Oooh, cameos! Um CAN YOU IMAGINE IF STEPHEN KING JUST SHOWED UP OUT OF THE BLUE? Like I would die. Or Kass Morgan, the original creator!

28. What would you do if you were stuck in the bunker with Murphy for all that time? Honestly, I’d probably be very annoyed and want to be far away from him. BUT if we did warm up to each other, I think we’d bond over cooking (if there was any food).

29.Opinion on Emori? Roan? Both badasses. Kinda indifferent on them actually. Like I don’t love or hate them.

30. Would you want to be an extra that is killed off in a brutal way? Yeah, sure. It’d be cool if it was memorable, poignant, and really related to/impacted the storyline. High hopes, amirite?

31. A character you’d like to learn more about and get flashbacks of? Raven, I think. All her flashbacks were related to Finn and I hated it. WHO WAS SHE BESIDES FINN’S GIRLFRIEND? Show us her mess of a mom, how her love for science started, how she became a mechanic! God, there’s so much we don’t know.

32. A character you’d bang? BELLAMY FUCKING BLAKE, ladies and gents.

If you made it through all this, bless your soul! BUT THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN!! I loved having to really think about the hypotheticals and what I’d do if I was in this world/show. Side note, I’ve been totally gone from this blog and not even tagging my stuff (which is where I freak out the most). I’m slowly coming back and hope April comes soon! All right, this has been long enough. I tag @littlebellarkemix & @southsideserpentine & honestly anyone who wants to (it’s a lot of fun).

#ask games #the 100 #my post

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violetemerald · 6 years

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Or watch the version with all sorts of potentially distracting, potentially just explanatory, text on top of the screen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Htd9luUsMe8

I had to delete the first copy of the no-text version and re-render/re-upload because I forgot to list Shameless as a fandom in the end credits. And I wanted to fix a small 1 frame black gap. But yeah there are actually 33 fandoms, not 32, I had missed one when counting them up, whoops!! XD For the original posting with the text all over, the original text version, I’m not deleting and re-posting because it’s an entry in a contest, but the mistakes are still present in there. But yeah this is my entry for the 3rd and Final round of the Who You Are contest GlowingAprilSky has been hosting, season 2. The round was called "Journey Backwards" and the rules stated here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVJHoaJ-cDE explain: "Start from where you are now, and go back to the beginning of your story. Show me all about you and your story."

Ask if you want me to type up the voiceovers.

Starting off with where I'm at currently in my life, I just turned 28 years old and I'm:

1. starting to do real Asexual Activism including last weekend I presented at one workshop and at one caucus at the Creating Change (an LGBTQ) conference in my city, I'm

2. employed and doing well at my administrative assistant type contractor job in a government building, I'm

3. learning to face my grief over my friend perpetrating a murder-suicide. See this video for more info: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGPFGnZ3XEE

4. I live with my wonderful dad as an adult with no intention of moving out anytime soon, and my dad has been having a few health diagnosis things lately and needs heart surgery to put in a defibrillator very soon

(Now those 4 are all kinda overlapping and at once. I'm trying to do this whole vid in reverse-chronological order, but my dad specifically found out in December he'd need to get a defibrillator ASAP so that a fairly likely sudden heart event will, instead of almost certainly killing him, much more likely him surviving it, surgery has now been scheduled for February, whereas it was still the end of November when my suicidal podcasting partner murdered his wife before ending his own life. But my grief over that friend of mine I did a podcast with, the part of this that is “my story”, is an ongoing thing (as grief often is)-that spans both before and after me finding out about my dad's recent news with his health. Similarly ongoing is me living with him as it's a “for many years” situation that's still important to capture SOMEWHERE for an autobiographical vid. Etc. So I was trying my best and picking when and how to capture a lot of this.

The car crash happened when I was distracted and near-tears over my breakup because of the music I was listening to too intensely and I think that's one of the "life events in my story" that I won't be forgetting any time soon.

So much of this vid is more personal than I can explain, little choices of scenes that ring truer than you could even know.

I think blogging helped me a lot with processing my asexuality and my mother's abuse, and I did it for years and still do it. I started about my mom on tumblr in 2010 even maybe but my real WordPress blog I started in 2014.

Around 1:43-1:48 in the video is me having started attending Asexual Meetups in mid-2014! Which is a HUGE deal, all my closest friends since then were pretty much from that group plus I organize the meetups a lot of the time now, host in my house etc!

Right after that, 1:48-1:52 I kinda "gloss over" my uncle's suicide which really was a pretty huge traumatic deal, and I still am grieving him in some ways, of course I am, he was such a great guy. I went on a suicide prevention walk last summer (2016) with him in mind but that didn't make it into the video, eventually I'll finish a full vid themed just around loved ones of suicidal people, I already started such a vid around then...

I really stressed before I knew about asexuality about being a 22 year old person who had never been kissed, being a 23 year old virgin, about being a social failure. I believed the amatonormative idea's like what John says to Sherlock ( https://everydayfeminism.com/2016/04/amatonormativity-expectations/ ) and I tried online dating and finally went on a date and had a first kiss, as soon as I healed from my foot surgery. I had this final foot surgery right after I graduated college. I spent a lot of my life on crutches, in casts, if you add up all 3 surgeries, the chronic foot pain after I first broke it is an important part of "my story" so I wanted to jam it in there. Go OTH for having a realistic recovery time and elevating Haley's foot a lot. ;) Not the 5 pillow high like me since it was so painful and needed to be so elevated but... STILL. XD

Blake on Criminal Minds is maybe the only Linguist I've ever seen on TV? Not realistic at all and I think a lot of what they call Forensic Linguistics is just myth and Criminal Minds is a pretty imperfect show but whatever. :P

I also "glossed over" just how important and involved I was in atheist circles, although the fact that I later volunteered for a hotline where people might call in and say "I think I'm an atheist" for 2.5 years maybe gives you some idea. My podcast was about atheism, and I also occasionally organize atheist meetups and regularly attend some atheist and freethinker meetup groups since around mid-2015. I'd like to probably make a full length atheism vid at some point. :P Which is a weird topic but I'd like to try. There's... There's NO good representation that goes far enough at all on TV, but I appreciate Grey's Anatomy a lot for doing what they've done with Jackson, and I'm glad Kurt on Glee was an atheist while being a beloved person who isn't even known for being too scientific or anything. Appreciate less that Grey's Anatomy, in season 14's premiere, seemingly erased Amelia's atheism that was first present on Private Practice (see this vid above)... :P

I withdrew from Chemistry, Semantics 2, and Infectious Human Disease in college. Those left W's on my transcript, which are better than failing. I had to make up the credits by taking summer classes at a different college in order to graduate on time (took French and Biological Athropology classes as my credits instead over two summers). I also "dropped", penalty free, Russian, and Medieval Spanish History. Senior year of high school I was living with my grandmother and lonely and became truly unhealthily addicted to vidding, which I still clearly am now a decade later but I think vidding is a part of my story that didn't make it into the vid (perhaps that would have been too meta?) lol... but I started then, senior year of high school, to get worse grades. My straight-A, I'm naturally smart and will succeed and am a little bit of a perfectionist tendencies were suddenly just flipped and not true really?? XD

Hopefully most of this is fairly self-explanatory. The court stuff could be pretty traumatic so I tried to capture those feelings... I've vidded stuff about my abusive mom before and about Beverly/Scarlett in general, and about Maggie/Abby in both a collab and my first ever personal vid about my mom... I was trying to vid mainly stuff I haven't before in those vids. :) I appreciate for my own sake the variety. And I rushed the ending to squeeze in some of me as a little kid.

I think I still belong with my dad, my whole life is tied together by my great dad. :) But also I just liked that Molly is a young girl and happy and that smile would be a fun way to end the video... :P I wasn't sure when I was editing it that that scene was really about my dad, until I was adding the text on top of the screen.

There is plenty left out but I'm pretty happy with this current result in terms of most of the really significant parts of my life story.

I think this song is about wanting "To let go of the pain I've held so long", to get from the bad to somewhere better. I think I'm pretty close to finding somewhere I belong in my life. I think this summarizes my past pretty well though, it's a little too angsty of a song but the lyrics are honestly HOPEFUL in some ways. It's about, as the bridge says, knowing yourself now that you do this on your own, it's about wounds healing, finding yourself!

Anyway... if you've read the whole description, WOW thank you for being so invested in learning more about my life. :P

#multi-fandom #actually asexual #abusive mother #fanvideo #atheism

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abbygkane · 7 years

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Please tell me we didn’t have sex last night (3/4)

You can read the first part here, and the second part here

So because I originally promised to update this a couple of days ago, you’re getting a slightly longer chapter! You’re welcome ;) Thanks for everyone who liked/reblogged and commented, I love all of you!

After finishing her shower and drying herself off, Abby feels much better. Her headache is reduced to a minor throbbing and her nausea is nearly gone. Entering her bedroom, she quickly puts on some underwear, a pair of leggings and a baggy sweatshirt. Marcus’ shirt is still lying on the bathroom floor and after debating for a couple of seconds she picks it up and throws it in the laundry basket. They might not have parted on the best of terms, but Marcus did take care of her while she was being ill, so washing his T-shirt was the least she could do. She might not be brave enough to drop it off herself, but she could always ask Thelonius to make sure Marcus got it back, they were friends after all.

Abby’s just about to turn on her laptop to go over some notes when a noise and a muttered curse from outside her bedroom makes her freeze.

There was someone in her apartment

Feeling a slight panic attack coming up, Abby glances around her room, looking for her phone. When she doesn’t immediately find it, she starts to search her room for something she could use to defend herself. Her gaze lands on her bedside lamp and she quickly unplugs it before picking it up.

Quietly opening the door, Abby makes her way to the kitchen, adrenaline coursing through her veins only to abruptly come to a halt when while rounding the corner she comes face to face, or rather face to back, with none other than Marcus.

Wait, what? What is he still doing here? And is he making breakfast?

Apparently, after leaving her place he came back because here he is, standing in her kitchen, wearing only a pair of jeans and his shoes while preparing, by the smell of it, French toast.

How did he know that she loved French toast?

Abby realises she’s standing in the middle of her hallway, holding an unplugged lamp above her head as if she could strike any minute, looking entirely ridiculous while wordlessly staring at the naked back of Marcus Kane.

And boy was that a sight for sore eyes.

She briefly blushes at the sight of several nail marks on his back, did she seriously leave marks all over his body, before clearing her throat.

“Marcus?”

Abby observes how his body briefly tenses up, before relaxing and she can’t help but admire the way the muscles in his back flex.

Marcus slowly turns around with a bashful look on his face, only for a frown to take its place when he notices the lamp she’s holding in her hand.

“What’s with the lamp?”, he asks, looking entirely confused.

“I thought you left and that there was an intruder”, she explains.

“Oh, I uhm-”, Marcus mutters before turning around so he could turn off the stove before facing her again, “I did leave, but only to buy some ingredients you didn’t have.“

“Ingredients?”, Abby repeats while putting the lamp down.

“Yes, to make French toast. I did promise to make you my recipe”, he nonchalantly clarifies, as if that should be obvious.

“You did?”

“Yes, last night. You don’t remember?” , he slowly says, still looking a bit confused.

“Are you alright?”, Marcus continues as he takes a step in her direction, his eyes flickering over her with worry audible his voice.

Abby gives him a small and hopeful reassuring nod, “I’m fine, but to be completely honest, I don’t really remember a lot from last night”

“Ah”, he exhales, and suddenly he looks less comfortable about standing in her kitchen, half-naked. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Uhm, well, it’s all a bit hazy”, she confesses, “I remember playing beer pong, Callie leaving and you coming up to me, calling me difficult”

“That’s all?”

“Yeah”, she admits, nervously biting her lower lip.

Marcus’s eyes go wide and his entire body just slumps down, and Abby can’t help but compare him to a puppy who lost his favourite toy.

“Then this –”, he gestures to himself and the food, “must be pretty confusing to you”

“It is”

He looks at her intently for a couple of seconds, before somberly giving her a small nod.

“Thought so. Right, well, I think it’s best if I just left then. The toast’s nearly done, I already cut the fruit and there’s a mug of ginger lemon tea on the table for you, which will help with your nausea”, he mutters quickly, avoiding all eye contact, “Have you seen my T-shirt?”

“Uhm, yes, I put it in the laundry basket in my bedroom”, Abby replies, feeling bewildered by the turn the conversation has taken.

“Great. I’ll just go get it and then I’ll be out of your way”, he states while moving passed her.

Abby honestly doesn’t know why she reaches out and gently grabs his wrist, because the last thing she remembers from last night is arguing with him, and before the party she believed they mutually hated each other. But there was something in the way his body deflated when he realised she didn’t remember anything, something in his look of defeat, but acceptance when she had asked him to leave earlier, that prompts her to do so.

“No, Marcus wait please”, she softly utters, while closing her fingers around his wrist.

He snaps his head around so quickly that Abby’s surprised he doesn’t pull a muscle. His eyes briefly flicker to her face before settling on the sight of her hand that’s wrapped around his wrist.

“You went through all the trouble to make me breakfast. Why don’t you join me?”, she proposes, while subconsciously gently caressing his skin with her thumb.

“You sure?”, he asks, still sounding hesitant, but there’s a gleam of hopefulness in his eyes.

“Yes, besides you have apparently promised to make me breakfast and I might not remember a lot from last night, but I do know that you’re a man of your word”, she teasingly offers with a small smile.

“That I am”, Marcus admits with a smile of his own, “But I want you to know that I don’t want to intrude or anything. I mean I can –”

Abby swiftly cuts off his rambling by giving his wrist a light squeeze, “Marcus, I would like nothing more than if you stayed for breakfast”

The dazzling smile he bestows on her makes her extremely grateful and happy that she had stopped him from leaving.,

The fact that the same smile also makes her want to say, screw breakfast and drag him to her bedroom for more lascivious pursuits and this time she will definitely remember them, is something Abby doesn’t want to dwell on.

*last night*

“No way”, Abby exclaims with a giggle.

“I assure you that’s exactly how it went”, Marcus promises in a very serious manner, but his eyes are twinkling with mirth.

“Oh my god. I wish I could have seen the look on Thelonius’ face”, she laughs, shaking her head in amusement, while making herself more comfortable on the couch.

“Yeah, it was pretty hilarious”, he acknowledges, before taking another sip from his beer, “Do you want another one? Or perhaps something else?”, he asks, pointing at her drink.

“Uhm”, she quickly drains her bottle, “Something else please”

“Sure. Anything I shouldn’t get?”

“Perhaps no tequila. I feel like I already drank enough of it to last my whole lifetime”, Abby replies with a smirk.

Chuckling, Marcus rises from the couch, “No tequila it is. I know where Ben hides his whisky. You want some?”

“Oh, yes please”

“Kay, I’ll be right back”, he promises before disappearing into the crowd.

Abby watches him go with a small smile on her face. If anyone had told her she would be having a conversation with Marcus Kane without yelling and actually enjoying herself, she would have suggested they got their head checked out. But here she was, they had been talking for - she didn’t even know for how long - and she hadn’t once had the urge to punch him. Her eyes had strayed to his mouth more times than she was comfortable admitting to, but she had noticed his eyes wandering as well, so she’d say they were even.

And he also hadn’t been lying when he’d mentioned he could be pleasant. When he wasn’t bent on being an enormous jerk, Marcus could be amusing and even charming. The fact that he was handsome, didn’t hurt either.

While waiting for him to come back, Abby lets her gaze wander across the room. Everybody seems to be having a great time. Spotting someone from her year, she gives the girl a short wave when she can feel her phone buzz. Turning on the couch, so she’s sitting sideways on it with her right leg curled beneath her, she pulls her phone out of her pocket. Noticing that it’s a text from Callie, a smile appears on her face.

Everything okay? x

Smiling at her friend’s concern, she promptly texts back.

Yes. I’ve actually been talking to Marcus. You okay? x

She has barely pressed send when her phone buzzes again.

Ooooh, it’s Marcus now??? :D (and I’m fine) x

Rolling her eyes at her friend’s text, Abby types a reply.

Yeah, yeah. You were right. He isn’t that bad x

After a couple of seconds, she gets another text and when she notices that it’s in all caps Abby can’t help but laugh.

OMG STOP THE PRESSES ABBY WALTERS JUST ADMITTED THAT I, CALLIE CARTWIG WAS RIGHT ABOUT SOMETHING AND SHE WAS WRONG! THIS IS A MIRACLE. THIS DATE IS ONE FOR THE HISTORY BOOKS xx

Abby’s in the middle of typing a reply when Marcus returns with their new drinks. Acknowledging his presence with a warm smile she nods to her phone, “Gimme a second. I just need to reply Callie”

“Sure, no problem”, he replies before sitting down on the couch again, and Abby can’t help but notice that he’s sitting closer than before.

Yes, well you can gloat another time, Marcus is back from getting new drinks. Behave Cartwig x

Her friend immediately replies.

Right back at ya Abs, I’m too young to become an aunt x

Putting the phone away, she accepts the cup with a smile.“Oh, wow, you’ve certainly been generous with the amount of whisky”, Abby comments after glancing into her cup.

Marcus merely shrugs, the same half-grin of before making a reappearance and just as before it makes her skin tingle.

“Yes, well, I couldn’t bring the bottle with me and I really didn’t feel like leaving you every couple of minutes for a refill”, he confesses while intently gazing at her.

Oh my god, Marcus Kane was flirting with her and goddamn he was good at it.

“Well”, Abby softly utters while shifting a little bit closer until their legs touch, “I like the way you think”

“Hmm, do you now?”, Marcus murmurs back, his eyes momentarily dropping to her mouth before focussing once more on her face, “That’s different”, he adds with a smirk.

“There’s a first time for everything”, she quips with a wink while leaning forward, realising that it would give Marcus another glimpse of her cleavage.

“There certainly is”, he gulps and Abby feels a thrill of excitement course through her at his obvious appreciation.

“How about we toast to that?”, she proposes and she has to bite on the inside of her cheek at the way Marcus has to tear away his gaze from her cleavage.

“Uhm”, he murmurs, a blush noticeable on his cheeks, “Sounds like a great idea”

How can somebody be so damn sexy yet adorable at the same time?

“Okay then”, Abby states before raising her cup, “To second chances”

Smiling, Marcus raises his cup as well, “To second chances.”

Abby has no idea how she ended up in Marcus’ lap, one minute they had been sitting close, talking about something and his hand had been gently running up and down her thigh and the next thing she knew, he had pulled her into his lap before devouring her mouth. But as she grabs a fistful of hair, she honestly doesn’t couldn’t care less and by the way he just moaned against her mouth, neither does Marcus.

As he slips his tongue past her lips, Abby tugs at his hair, pulling him even closer. The growl he emits in response makes her instinctively grind her hips against his. A move he eagerly welcomes, if the way his hands palm her bum in order to guide her movements is any indication to go by.

Pulling back when breathing becomes a necessity, a wave of arousal crashes over her at the sight of his swollen lips and tousled hair.

“You wanna come back to my place?”, she asks, feeling timid all of a sudden as if they weren’t basically dry-humping in the middle of a party a couple of seconds before.

“Really?”

Abby can’t help but smirk at his baffled expression before pressing a quick kiss against his lips. “Yes, really”

When he doesn’t immediately respond, Abby can feel her cheeks redden from embarrassment.

“Oh god. You don’t want to. I’m so sorry”, she rushes the words out, while moving from his lap, only to fall back with a squeal when he pulls her back.

“Abby trust me when I say that there’s nothing I would rather want then to go back to your place. But I like and want you, Abby. And I don’t mean just physically. I mean, obviously physically as well because I’m sure you can feel just how badly I want you- ”, he smirks at her giggle, “but I also want more of this. More talking and getting to know each other. And I also would like to take you out on a date. Like a proper date. Not just drinking cheap whisky in cups while being surrounded by drunk college students. I mean, if that’s something you want. If you just want tonight, then I’m fine with that too, because to be honest, I’m already amazed that we actually kissed. So yeah –”, he trails off, looking slightly nervous.

Abby simply stares at him. She has been so blind these past two years.

“Yes,” she exclaims, “I’d like to go on a date with you. A proper one. But not tonight. Now I just want you naked and on top of me. Or beneath me. I don’t care as long as we’re both naked and in my bed”, she continues with a smirk before kissing him again.

“God, Abby”, he moans against her mouth, “You’re driving me crazy”

Pulling back with a smirk, “Well, you’re doing a fine job of that as well. But let’s go. I just have to let Callie know that I’m leaving with you”, she says before slowly standing up from his lap.

It doesn’t take long before they’ve located Callie. Fingers intertwined they push through the crowd until they’re in front of her friend, who greets them with a smug and slightly drunk smile on her face.

“Well hello there lovebirds. I’d ask what you two have been up to but by the sight of your rumpled clothes and swollen lips I have a pretty decent idea. You two leaving?”, Callie teases.

Marcus blushes under Callie’s knowing gaze, but he tightens his grip on her fingers and Abby throws him a comforting smile before turning her attention back to her friend.

“We are. We’re going back to my place. Do you have someone to escort you back home? Or are you crashing at Diana’s?”, she asks.

“Crashing at Diana’s”

“Okay, well, text me when you get there, don’t worry about the hour”, Abby states before wrapping her in a short and one armed hug.

“I will. You two have fun”, she replies with a wink before leaving.

Rolling her eyes at her friend’s retreating back, Abby tilts her head so she can look Marcus in his eyes.

“You ready?”

“Absolutely!”, he blurts out, causing her to giggle at his eagerness.

Pressing one final kiss against his lips, they start to make their way towards the front door.

#lore writes #kabby #kabby ff #kabby fanfiction #kabby au #marcus kane #abby griffin #kabbysource #kabbyfam #kabbytrash #kabbykru #the 100 #skyparents #otp let's call it hope

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writingmaniacnerdart · 6 years

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A prequel for Hallowed Shapes, an interview originally proposed by her-royal-shyness.

Patricia Tilby touched up her hair, checking her appearance in the mirror as she sighed. Checking her watch, she knew the hour was close. They were going to be on live soon, and she couldn’t help but wonder why she was doing this again. Right, because Abigail Dunton, an old friend from the Xavier Academy, called in a “favor”...The Company she worked for, needed some publicity.

Patricia checked her notes.

Damage Control: a non-profit organization which specializes in repairing property damage caused by conflicts between super-powered or destructive beings. Created shortly following World War II and the creation of SHIELD. The organization used to be financed by SHIELD and the US government until a select group chose to elect out on its own due to differences in values.

Nowadays, it stood out as an organization like UNICEF or Doctors Without Borders, out on its own to make a difference in the world. However, everything costs something, and every donation helped. At least this would help make the studio look good.

Abigail, ugly bright orange suit and all, walked over, beaming at Patricia, “Thanks again for this.”

Patricia nodded, trying to distract herself, “No problem. So, who am I interviewing again?”

Abigail leaned on her shoulder, disregarding all sense of personal space, “Well, there’s me, then there’s the Head Foreman...And why are you asking when you already know?”

Trish groaned, hitting her head with her papers. “Abby-”

“Abigail, my name is Abigail.”

“Abigail, you do know I’m a professional reporter, right? Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to get this job?”

Dunton grinned, “Don’t worry, we’re not that bad. We’re just...A bunch of super janitors.”

When Trish began to show doubt, Abigail smirked, “Y’know, I could just tell everyone why your favorite color is blue.”

“Don’t you dare,” Patricia flushed, whacking Abigail with the script.

Abigail chuckled, “Hey, don’t worry...Everybody’s got a type, and blue’s a very attractive color.”

“...Just get on set.”

As Abigail wandered off, another woman came up and reluctantly patted Patricia sympathetically on the shoulder, “Uh, sorry about Abigail.”

Recognizing her, Patricia smiled, “Nah, we’ve always known she teases people. How have you been, Terry?”

Terra “Terry” Barloc, another student who went to the Xavier academy, and who like Abigail, was wearing the neon orange suit. However, unlike Abigail, Terra wasn’t a mutant. Instead, she was...No one quite knew what she was. The best thing people could describe her as was mutate since she was biologically human but had inexplicable powers. The kind of powers, that made Barloc’s eyes glow bright green as she surveyed the area around them, glancing nervously at the cameras.

“Uh, kind of nervous,” Barloc admitted. “I’m not exactly a people person.”

Patricia nodded, leaning against the wall, “You’re better than you were when we were in school.”

“...I guess,” Terra responded after some thought. “You’re a reporter now? Makes sense.”

Trisha snickered, “You mean like how I originally snuck in searching for the ‘secret school of mutants’?”

“You could’ve made one hell of a story.” Terra stuffed her hands into her pockets.

Trish lowered her eyes, remembering all of the trouble she had gotten into. It wasn't just that she was a human breaking into the school, but the chaos of the Xavier Academy and the X-Men overall that astounded her. If the world had known all that they did...“I couldn’t, I wouldn’t. It’s one thing to follow a lead and report a story, it’s another to endanger lives through recklessness or idiocy.”

Barloc’s hazel, more green than brown, searched for something, softening once she found it, “You really have grown a lot.”

“What?”

Shaking her head, Terra chuckled while gesturing to the corner of her eye. Oh, right. Checking the time again, Trish looked at the stage and Barloc got the message. All of the Damage Control members to be interviewed, sat on the couch. Some, like many Trish had interviewed, looked more nervous than others. It was better to start with ice breakers and then get down to more serious business. If she was going to sell them to the public, she was going to do it right.

Ivan, the cameraman, started the countdown, “We’re live in three, two-”

TRANSCRIPT BELOW

Trish Tilby: This is CNBC News. I’m Trish Tilby of New York. It’s 9:00 am here on the East Coast, and I’m here with Damage Control, an international non-profit organization that repairs property damage, aids in natural disasters, and volunteers around the world to help those who are struggling to thrive in a super powered world. Today we have four guests from Damage Control. John Porter is the company’s Damage Inspector and an account executive. Lenny Ballinger is the Head Foreman who has served for over seventeen years. Abigail Dunton is a primary member of the Search and Rescue Division. And Terra Barloc is a representative and Safety Networks’ Strategic Adviser.

Abigail Dunton: She also occasionally acts as bait for bad guys in the Search and Rescue division if things get messy. Some people here in New York might know her as the “Meep Meep” person.

Damage Control Group: *Laughs*

Trish Tilby: So, Terra, I’ve heard a number of things about you.

Terra Barloc: Uh oh.

Trish Tilby: Is it true that you have x-ray vision?

Terra Barloc: I can honestly say that is false. What I see is life energy. Basically, I can see if you’re alive or dead, and maybe some emotions that you might be feeling...

Trish Tilby: So you’re a mutant.

Abigail Dunton: No, she’s not. I am. I’m an empath and a minor telepath. I use my powers in Search and Rescue to find survivors and those who are injured in emergency situations. Terra uses her powers in a similar way in cases of emergency, but also in her line of work to locate danger from imposing threats.

John Porter: Damage Control does hire mutants, mutates, and other beings with supernatural powers. We also hire members of the LGBT community, and pending their crimes, even felons.

Trish Tilby: Can you elaborate on that?

John Porter: For example in the War on Drugs a number of people were arrested as felons for charges that would be considered minor offenses today. For some, circumstances which should have been looked at more closely, weren’t because of fear.

Trish Tilby: Are you saying that all felons should be pardoned?

John Porter: No, there are felons who have committed extremely serious crimes, some of an insidious nature, and should be monitored very closely. However, if someone has repaid their debt to society and/or has done more than their fair share to act as a citizen, then they be treated as such and have the opportunity to show what they are capable of as that citizen.

Trish Tilby: Mr. Ballinger, as you are currently the most experienced employee here, what is your opinion on the matter?

Lenny Ballinger: I’ve worked with felons, immigrants, and generally unwanted people that society tends to shut out and I’ll tell you, these people get the job done. Most often, they’re good folks. The ones who aren’t, we make them leave. Damage Control also has a very careful screening process whenever we hire someone. We want people who want to be here not just for the job as in for the paycheck, but the people recognize they can get something from us just as we can gain something from them.

Trish Tilby: Something from you?

Abigail Dunton: Damage Control is...We wouldn’t say a family because any company or organization who claims that generally wants something in return more for worse than better. However, we don’t just deal with damage as in property or land or services of that nature. We try to help people. Generally, we want someone, we want employees, who can honestly say they feel happy or at least satisfied to work for us because they feel some sense of being...Themselves.

Terra Barloc: Everyone is flawed in some way. As soon as someone recognizes those flaws, and sees that they can find a way to help themselves in this company to address their problems, whatever those may be, we hope they’re more than willing to walk through our doors.

Trish Tilby: You would get rid of those flaws?

John Porter: No, that’s up to the person to do. They can get rid of them, or live with them. No one’s perfect, and no one has to be perfect either.

Trish Tilby: Forgive me for saying so, but the company itself sounds too perfect.

Terra Barloc: It’s not like that, and it’s no Hotel California either. We’re a little chaotic at times. We’ve seen...A lot. Frankly, this organization is NOT for everyone.

Lenny Ballinger: We mainly clean up after supers. That involves many things ranging from magic to extreme unknown science and other things that no known language can begin to describe. Last week we had to deal with the aftermath of leavings from Fing Fang Foom...We thought he’d at least be potty-trained since he wore pants, but we were wrong.

Abigail Dunton: I’m really glad I’m not part of that division.

Trish Tilby: Some people call you heroes. Would you agree?

All Damage Control Members: No.

Lenny Ballinger: A hero, in this day and age, isn’t like us. We aren’t the people who actively look out for threats and danger to protect people from. We step in when we can and do our utmost, but we’re...We’re the janitorial group.

John Porter: We’re the sidekicks.

Abigail Dunton: We’re the middlemen that villains either ignore or don’t mess with too often because they know we’re the cleanup crew.

Terra Barloc: We’re Damage Control, and Damage Control, is not made up of heroes, just people trying to do the right thing.

Trish Tilby: How did each of you join Damage Control, if I may ask?

Lenny Ballinger: I was wrangled in by the previous CEO, Anne Marie Hoag. She interviewed me and liked what she found.

John Porter: She also found me and offered me the job. I was from a rival company and when she saw me working, she offered me higher pay. I agreed, but I stuck around because I fell in love...With the place.

Abigail Dunton: ...I was walking and Terr found me. We clicked and after talking, she and Lenny offered me a job.

Terra Barloc: I followed my father’s footsteps. He works there and I grew up with Damage Control. I can’t imagine being anywhere else.

Trish Tilby: Well, thank you for the interview. Please donate to Damage Control and/or contact them at the following number.

TRANSCRIPT END

“Rather vague on your origins, weren’t you?” Trish asked, concerned. "It might've been more beneficial to be more honest about who and what you were. The public tends to like that."

Lenny tipped his construction hat, “We didn’t lie and...Marie always believed that our pasts were our own. Thank you, Miss Tilby.”

Abigail smirked, leaned up and whispered to Trish, “I’ll put in a good word to Beast for you, shall I?”

As Patricia began blushing and stuttering, Abigail shook her head, glancing at Terra.

“Why am I surrounded by shy, people who are attracted to non-human humanoids?”

Terra blushed, looking away, “Not sure what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, right.”

Snickering, even Trish knew who Abigail was referring to. Still, their "origins" as it were could truly help gain employees and donations. Couldn't they?

Roll Credits!

Either Sunny Sunday or Live in the Moment

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BT4MmbiIox4&list=PL9XJm6jVWidTfKA7-tbRl_6wzttIMMKAJ

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(In Introduction Order)

Patricia Tilby aka a reporter from X-Men and X-Factor comics aka somebody most people probably wouldn’t know

Abigail Dunton aka The One Who Likes to Embarrass/Tease

Terra “Terry” Barloc aka My OC

Ivan aka Trish’s Cameraman

John Porter aka Coverer of Damage Control’s Butt

Lenny Ballinger aka The Old Guy

Robin Chapel aka Current CEO aka John Porter’s “Place”

Fing Fang Foom aka He’ll either put you in his pants or he’ll leave gigantic droppings everywhere

Marie Anne Hoag aka the previous CEO aka Mysterious Lady

Originally an idea proposed by her-royal-shyness.

Found here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/her_royal_shyness/pseuds/her_royal_shyness

Please check out her works.

Thank you!

#marvel #marvel comics #damage control #dwayne mcduffie #ernie colon #marvel fanfiction #fanfiction #hallowed shapes #hallowed shapes fanfiction #writing #creative writing

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One Crown, Four Brothers

Alla and Jonathan walked down the stairs and out the door. They had been friends for century's and you could tell by the way they cared and dealt with each other. They walked down the street and through another door to enter the compound. Waiting there at the bottom of the stair case was Ellen with crossed arms.

Abby got up. she could unfortunately he could smell the hybrid and vampire. She walked out of her room and stood on the balcony overlooking the main area of the house. She couldn't concentrate over the stench, but managed to pick out what they were saying.

"You waltz into town expecting rights of your own. Firstly we're not that type of town, and secondly we don't compromise for vampires...especially a vampire that used to be a witch." Ellen said in a very angry, yet cocky manner.

"bitch" Alla replied under her breath.

"Told you." Jonathan said full of joy. Alla starred at him with the face of death and said quiet loudly.

"We're not asking for land or money or your damn help Ellen!" Alla stated coldly.

"ALLA!" Jonathan quickly shouted back.

"No, we're not. We're not asking for Ellen's help. Nor her land or her money." Alla stated after turning to look at Jonathan "We need a powerful witch anyway." She said under her breath.

"Powerful?" She paused for a moment to think ignoring the insult. "Ok then. Who is?" Ellen questioned softly.

"The kid standing on the balcony listening in on our conversation, knowing that the only reason she got up this morning is because she smelt the stench of us!" Alla answered back quickly pointing at herself and the hybrid standing next to her. Jonathan and Ellen looked puzzled and then turned their heads to see Abby standing on the balcony.

"Abby Strong, The most boring, down to Earth, unmagical person on the flipping planet, that's who's powerful enough for you." Ellen said this in amazement.

Suddenly Jonathan was standing next to her. It was odd for Abby; she could smell him from a mile away but up close; nothing. All she could smell was his colon, all she could hear was Ellen faintly shouting "GET AWAY FROM HER YOU BRUTE!" Jonathan had dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, a necklace in the shape of a star and 3 rings on his fingers.

"You can't smell the stench of a hybrid up close can you?" He said this with a very posh manner but quietly as if he was whispering.

"No, all I can smell is your colon."Abby said while her cheeks turned bright red.

Then Alla shouted from below "Would you stop flirting. You're supposed to be asking her a favour, not chatting her up!"

"I don't know what you mean!" Answered Jonathan looking directly at Abby with a smirk.

"It's ok, you're not my type anyway."She said still bright red in the face.

"Yes, I can tell by your elevated heart rate!" As soon as he had finished talking he turned around and walked back down the stairs without asking her anything.

Abby called as he walked "Your appalling smell is back!"

"Are you shore that isn't my colon." Jonathan answered laughing. Then carried and continued his conversation with Alla and Ellen.

Abby pursed for a moment knowing Jonathan was about to listen in to her conversation and then said quite clearly "I bloody hate hybrids!!" Then turned around and walked away.

Jonathan, Alla and Ellen had become very deep in the conversation about Abby and what she could do to help them win the war that they'd somehow joined.

"She is a child. Nothing more than a child" Ellen said very protectively.

"Wow grate pep talk, I do hope you say that to all the young witches in your coven." Alla answered very sarcastically.

Jonathan quickly cut in saying "We're not asking her to risk everything."

"No you're just asking her to risk her life. You know nothing important." Ellen said before Jonathan had the chance to finish his sentence.

"Appeared to what we have lost, it is nothing, these people don't reason. In their eye's they would rather kill a thousand people than give up on someones hint towards finding what they want. And before you ask we don't have what their looking for." Alla answered in a sad tone.

"What are they looking for that would cost so many people so much?" Ellen asked in a very curious way.

"Have you ever heard the story of the original royal family?" Jonathan answered without explaining anything.

Ellen turned and started leading them outside to sit in the garden "Originally a king named Daniel was dying, he had 4 sons but of cause only 1 could become his air. King Daniel's farther had only picked him to become king because he was the oldest, but he never liked his oldest son, Prince Ambrose, he thought he was violent and unworthy of the crown." She answered softly while pointing towards a table with three empty seats. They all sat down and she continued. "So he chose between his 3 remaining sons, Prince Roderick the kind and brave son, Prince Jason the strong and battle ready son and Prince Adam the leader, the protector and the only one of his sons King Daniel new would risk his own life for the kingdom as well as for his family. So when the King died he left his crown to Prince Adam who was then automatically named King. What I don't understand is how this story is connected to people who want to kill you?"

"That's the point, everybody knows that story. But you can't write a book out of that story can you. It would barely even come to half a page. "Jonathan stated as if Ellen's story didn't even come to a sentence appeared to the story Jonathan and Alla were about to tell. As soon as Jonathan finished speaking Alla started talking.

"Your right about the first part, when King Daniel died he did give his crown to his son, Prince Adam, but when his brothers found out he'd become King, they were furious. They started plotting their revenge but they couldn't kill King Daniel, he was already dead, and they couldn't kill King Adam he was new to the throne meaning he had double if not triple security at all times. So they made a plan and using the witches they turned Prince Roderick into a vampire and Prince Jason into a werewolf. Guess what Prince Ambrose became? Guess what the people trying to kill us are?" Ellen shrugged and Jonathan answered.

"Dragons." He paused watching Ellen sigh and lower her shoulders. "I know...subtle right?"

"So they're dragons...What do they want and what happened to the king?" Ellen asked

"The kingdom was a lot like the king himself, and when the word was out the king's life was in danger the witches in the kingdom put a spell on him to, making him into...Some sort of object. And that's what the Ifnerno Respirar family want, but even I don't know what it looks like." Alla finished the story.

Ellen then said something none of them, not even Ellen herself, was expecting "Ok she can help. But when the fight comes, you and your group have to do whatever you can to keep her alive, out of everybody!"

"We will." Jonathan answered very honestly.

Alla stood up, said thank you and left the garden, she walked through the house, out into the street and walked silently back to the b&b she was staying at. Jonathan stayed behind and finished the conversation.

"Thank you. It's just...We've been running for too long and we just want to be left alone now. Jonathan finished his sentence and left to catch Alla up. It was then quiet within the compound once more.

Ellen sat back wondering why Abby? Why here? And why, of all times, now?

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