prompt: adam and lawrence a bit drunk sneaking away to fuck in the coat room at the fancy work function -- monty 💚
“Shush.” Lawrence slurs for the third time, holding onto Adam’s hand so tight that he’s in danger of breaking a bone. “Shush.”
“I’m shushing.” Adam says as he’s dragged along the corridor, “I haven’t even said anything in the past five minutes but-”
He’s cut off as Lawrence pushes him up against the wall, almost smacking his head against a framed photograph of Alexander Fleming. Lawrence grins down at him, hair a complete disaster, shirt unbuttoned to expose too much chest. Adam can’t help but grin back, too drunk to care that they’re in full view of any of Lawrence’s colleagues who happen to wander past.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Lawrence whispers. “Jesus Christ Adam.”
“You’re not so bad yourself Doctor.” Adam says, and Lawrence ducks his head to mouth at Adam’s neck. His breath is hot against Adam’s skin, and Adam drops his head back so that Lawrence can suck a bruise that he’ll regret and be ashamed about tomorrow morning.
“I’m going to take you into the cloakroom,” Lawrence murmurs against Adam’s throat. “And I’m going to bend you over.”
Adam can’t help the groan that bubbles out of his mouth, dragging Lawrence closer by the lapels of his fancy jacket. Lawrence grinds himself against Adam’s fancy suit trousers, and Adam closes his eyes because if he even looks at Lawrence’s half-lidded eyes and bitten lips, he’s going to cum right there and then.
“Then I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming.” Lawrence continues, nipping at Adam’s jaw, a little too hard, a little too eager to draw blood. “Understood?”
“Yes, Doctor.” Adam says desperately, and Lawrence fucking growls.
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Top 5 BL Scenes that Made you Laugh 2023!!!
This one is really hard because I’m drawing a blank on any actual scenes (I’m so sorry 😭😭) so I’m going to go with shows/characters that made me laugh and if I can remember a specific scene I’ll put it in there.
So these are not in a particular order but
Nawin - Laws of Attraction
Literally any scene with this man in it, but his introduction scene specifically is just *chef’s kiss*
Nuea from Wedding Plan
He made me laugh with his overly dramatic self a lot in the early part of the series. He is such a fun and fantastic character and in the beginning of the series, he can be over dramatic at times. A favourite scene of his that comes to mind is in the second episode when he is feeding Lom (*my best Monty python impression* nobody expects the McDonald’s!) and ends up dropping the food into his lap and is frantically trying to clean Lom’s pants while Lom is desperately trying to get him to stop. It’s endearing to see him care so much but also funny to me due to his momentary lack of realizing that he is frantically rubbing at his crush’s groin. Like dude!
This one is a specific scene! The scene in La Pluie where Tai bites Patts while he’s drunk at the end of episode 3. An incredibly drunk Tai rambled on about Patts being a playboy because Patts is his soulmate (which Patts is unaware of at that moment), has decided to pursue someone else (Tai…he’s pursuing Tai) and decided to bite Patts as revenge? and it’s absolutely glorious.
Yao Shun Yu and Xiao Shang Zhou from You Are Mine. Just both of them, every scene they’re in. They’re both of them are the most over dramatic boys grown ass men. Their courtship is so strange and yet I found it entertaining and absolutely hilarious at the same time.
The mpreg discussion from ep6 of Pit Babe…it made me laugh in both a good way, because of course these two idiots would talk about having children literally 2 minutes after officially becoming a couple and also in a nervous way because I cannot believe I am witnessing a conversation about mpreg in a tv show on my screen in the year of our Lord, 2023. And like 4 days before Christmas too, which makes it feel even more strange to me someone *gets dragged off stage before I can go on a rant about Jesus and his birth being Christmas and also the breeding plot line from the book or have the urge to call any children Babe and Charlie did have together some kind of Jesus baby* any way
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valentines day headcannons with the glamrocks! + william afton and henry emily!
warnings: swearing
notes: happy valentines everyone!! this is just a short drabble so bear with me !! i love you all guys for 300 followers !!
Glamrock Freddy - ♡
He is nervous as fuck
This is his first time too, being an animatronic in pizzaplex is kinda hard for him.
He tried to ask Vannessa on what do to in this so called celebration
Vannessa just said "treat them or whatever."
So he did it!
Tons of hugs! This lovely bear is the best hugger you'll ever have. And oh! He even carries you everywhere! Our old fashioned lover boy will treat you anywhere!
This bear will even give you handmade love letter, with a little drawing of him and you holding hands.
You found it oddly cute and adorable, you complimented him and his wires and cheeks erupted a soft hue of red in them
Cuddles while talking! He is a big spoon! He loves cuddling you and hugging you from behind.
"Superstar? Mind if I kiss..you?"
This adorable bear even asked for your permission!! How cute !
You giggled. "Of course sweetheart!"
Expect more cuddles this night
Montgomery Gator -♡
"What the fuck is Valentines."
This aligator don't even bother until you came into the picture.
He immediatelt proceed to Chica and Roxy on what the heck is that.
"Oh those heart and shit? This is easy."
"This is not easy." Monty said, scared to approach you.
He literally trembles if you are ten inch away from him. He is gonna lose himself and bang his head on the wall on how mesmerizing you were.
"I can't do it fatbear, they were an angel you dimwit." He sulked, Freddy patting his back and Roxy laughing at him
"If you wont do it, Ill have them instead." Roxy finished and is going to meet you.
"Try me bitch."
He approached you, his eyes trying not to make contact at your sweet eyes
"Y-You! " he started, knees shaking.
You beamed at him. "Yes? You need something love?" You cooed.
Monty stopped working because of the nickname you gave him just now.
Vanessa called for a maintenace because of Monty.
You tilted you head, wondering what did happened to the gator. Vanessa rolled her eyes at your obliviousness. "He wants to go out with you dumbass."
"Oh." You covered your face, but the red shade is still visible under it.
You asked him after his 30 mins of repair
Oh boy this gator is gonna go cloud nine.
"You better because I'm the good ole Monty baby."
The date was in his Golf course ♡
And you always loose.
Glamrock Chica
She literally sang you a love song with her electric guitar, oh its was so romantic
Tons of kisses and hugs, this chick likes to spoil you with those
"Want to go into the prize corner babygirl?" Oh yes, she will give you her plushie and more merch of her
You baked peppeponi pizzs for her; and she demolish it with one gulp! "This is so good!!!!"
100 percent , you and Chica is gonna have a karaoke night at her room, singing Dancing Queen, Papparazi and Careless whisper.
Chica also likes to play makeup with you, she will make you the most beautiful thing ever
And also, painting you nails!
"I love you so much y/n!!"
"I love you too chic!"
Roxxane Wolf
"Literally? I dont need that type of celebration, I know they love me."
And her she is, dying to talk to you and celebrate the Valentines with you.
Her ego is getting in the way, she really wants to say I love you and give you one of her plushies as a gift.
"Get together Roxxane, You will give it to Y/N as soon as possibl-" She stopped at her tracks.
"What will you give it to me?" You chirped up, looking at the wolf.
"JESUS- Stop sneaking a-around!!" She yelled at you , making you jumped.
"I just..want to see how you were doing.." You soften your voice, with a hint of hurt in it.
'Shit I fucked up.'
You were about to walk away until her clawed hands grab you and pulled you to her.
She took a heavy breath. "O-Okay,look Im so sorry, its just- just take this!" She shoved you her plush with a tint of red in her face.
You giggled. "The Roxxane Wolf is asking me on a date? I'll be glad." You smiled at her, hugging the plush.
She rambles on Chica about it later
"OHMYGOD,OHMYGOD." she repeated and yelled at the pillow like a teen girl.
William Afton
This man is a busy as heck, he literally forgotten about this dear day for him and his dear wife.
Michael barged into the door, making him stumble.
"Mike, how many times did I tell you to knock into the damn doo-"
Michael cutted him off. "What day is it."
"Its Monday."
Michael facepalmed himself. "Dad, Its literally Valentines. Mom is waiting on you at the hous-"
William slamed his hand on the table and yelled. "FUCK." He immediately took his coat, and rushed at the door.
"Tell Henry I'm going to take a half day."
This man rushed into the grocery store, taking all the brands of chocolates in panic. He dont want you to be sad at this so called day.
When he reached the house, he barged, starling you while you sew Evan's shirt.
"Dear, why so early?" You asked, putting down the cloth and rushing on him while taking his coat.
"Im so sorry love, I brought you chocolates-" He give you the 30+ brands of chocolates and some of them had fallen into the floor.
He tried to picked the fallen ones but you reached it first.
"Dear, you didn't have to do that." You helped him settled the chocolates in the kitchen table.
"As long as I'm with you, I'm okay Will." You smiled at him.
He hugged you, his head rest into the crook of your neck. "Oh , I'm lucky to have a wife like you."
You giggled, hugging him back.
"Say, why don't we head into the bedroom. Hmm?" He cooed, his crooked teeth showing
"William !" You slapped him playfully.
extra:
evan: hey lizzy, look they're some chocolates on the table..
elizabeth: i see it, i like it, i want it, i got it.
Henry Emily
Oh this man is the most romantic ever, Flowers and Chocolate is always left at the table whenever you wake up.
Your twins, Sammy and Charlie is helping their papa to set up some love notes all over.
"Be quick, before mama hear us!" Sammy whispered yelled at his twin. "
"Be quite too!" Charlie sushed.
Little did they know you were eavedropping. It makes your heartmelt that your little ones are making an effort for you.
Henry got home, and he immediately walk up to you. "You look so stunning honey." He complimented you, kissing your forehead.
"And so are you, darling." You leaned at him
He stand up, playing an audio through the dvd player. "Let's dance."
The dance was smooth and short, you and him are giggling like you guys did back in high school.
and you guys shared a sweet kiss.
extra:
charile and sammy: eww yuck.
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Montgomery De La Cruz Smut
“Babygirl, where’s my sweatshirt? I need it for training tomorrow,” Monty asked. “It should be in the third dresser draw to the left love.” You replied, not looking up from your phone. You didn’t really know where it was, which wasn’t a good idea considering you had your own secrets in your drawers. You heard him ruffle through it until it went completely silent. “Did you find it?” You asked, still not paying much attention to what he was doing. “No, but I found something else.” He replied. It was obvious he had this cocky accent to his voice. Your eyes flashed up for a second, then they flashed back to your phone, but soon redirected them to Monty only to find him holding something in his hand. “Do I not please you enough?” He asked, genuine curiosity in his voice. He had found the vibrator you hid beneath your clothes. “It’s not like that Monty. It’s for when you’re not around or able to come over.” You reasoned, reaching to grab it from his hands. He smirked and stretched his arm out to make it not within your reach. “If you’re not going to give it back, can we at least have fun with it?” You whined. “Now I like the sound of that.”
“Let me know if you wanna stop” He says before taking a seat against the headboard. He opens his legs a bit so there’s enough space for you to sit in between them. Your room had a mirror directly across from your bed which is ultimately why he chose to sit in the middle. You sat between his legs, leaning your back on his chest. You turned your head to face him and tugged at his shirt. He knew exactly what you wanted. He slipped his shirt off of him and threw it to the side of the bed. He usually took of your shirt before beginning anything but considering you were wearing his flannel, he wants you to keep it on because he finds it hot that you’re wearing his shirts. “I want you to watch yourself in the mirror. Got it?” He stated, waiting for your response. You nodded, feeling the way your panties started to dampen. He reaches in front of you to slide off the only thing keeping your core from being in contact with the cool air. His fingers graze your folds, feeling how wet you were becoming. Your whole body shuddered at the sudden contact. “Spread your legs for me baby.”
You quickly complied, giving him a good view of your open state in the mirror. He was always so turned on by how quickly you submitted to him. He finally reached over to the nightstand to grab the vibrator. He switched it to the lowest setting to make sure not to work you up just yet. Once he finally put it to your pussy, your legs completely shut. “The more you move, the more it’s gonna be uncomfortable.” He says before prying open your legs again. As soon as it came in contact with you again, you tried your hardest to remain looking in the mirror. You knew one orgasm wasn’t just gonna cut it for Monty. “Be as loud as you want baby. No one’s home. Let me know who’s making you feel this good.” He whispers before grunting at your spread state. As you felt your first orgasm approaching, you hastily gripped onto his thigh. “I’m gonna cum M- fuck fuck fuck!” You scream as your orgasm ripples through you. He massages your shoulders as you come down from your high, but he still hasn’t switched off the vibrator. “B-baby you need to turn it off.” You whimper whilst squirming under him. “You thought we were done? It’s just about starting.” You we’re going to ask what he meant until he switched the vibe to the next setting.
“Jesus fucking Christ Monty.” You cried out trying to release yourself from his grip. The sensitivity was overbearing. The second orgasm came a lot quicker than you anticipated. Before you knew it, the sheets started getting damper from your second orgasm. “Holy shit, you came pretty quickly.” He says, reaching for the next setting. “No- please. I need you Monty. I want to feel-“ Before you even got the chance to finish, the highest setting was put on. “Enough, please, I can’t take anymore!” You screamed but he just didn’t seem to give in. At the rate you were going, nothing was going to convince him. You soon gave out and the only thing to be heard from you was curses and whimpers. As your third orgasm crashed over you, he turned it off. You breathed a sigh of relief before turning around to face him. For some reason, you weren’t satisfied three orgasms later. “Baby please. I need to feel you.” You whined, reaching for his pants.
He didn’t say much but he did pull you forward by your ass so that you would be almost pressed up against his chest. You weren’t sure what he was doing until you felt his hard on pressing against your bare folds. Both of your guys eyes flickered to each other’s lips before you crashed yours onto his. He’s quick to redirect his hands under your shirt to play with your breasts— his favorite thing about you. A few quick moans were exchanged before you felt yourself subconsciously rolling your hips onto his boner. You both pulled away for a second to exchange genuine, happy smiles. “I love you and I’ve missed you so much.” You breath out while leaning your forehead on his. “Show me how much you missed me.” He said, while having that devious smirk of his. The night is still young.
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are requests open? if so, could you write some major angst? like maybe gray is in a new relationship with a girl and he thinks she is just using him and yells at her and makes her cry?🥺
“babe! have you seen my credit card? ive looked everywhere for it, swear i left it on the bedside table.”
you heard grayson mumble the last part to himself. you were sat at the kitchen island, finishing up some last minute college work before yourself and grayson were headed out for a date night. with how busy graysons work schedule was and the amount of assignments you had deadlines to complete, you both made it a number one priority to have a date night once a week. thursdays were normally your chosen day.
“try the pod room!” you call back. submitting your essay before huffing out of relief and closing the laptop down. grayson had brought you a laptop early on into your relationship. you refused and even offered to pay him back, but his excuse was that he knew first hand how hard schooling online could be and he “wanted to make it easier for my girl to graduate.” in all honesty grayson loved treating you. wether it be to dinner, a laptop to help ease the stress of your degree or even a bunch of flowers he saw that reminded him of you. he was whipping his card out in an instant, no amount of money would be enough for his girl. 
however, in a second it’s like that all changed and your world flipped 360. you were on your way to help grayson look for his misplaced card when you bumped rather harsly into his broad chest, catching you off guard as you stumble back slightly. normally grayson is quick to reach out and catch you, but instead he was fixed in his spot. a cold hard stare being thrown in your direction as he held up his credit card and your purse in each hand.
“oh! you found it.”
“hmm, i did. care to explain why it was in your purse?” graysons tone was unlike one you had heard before. it was sharp, cold and held a venomous undertone to it. scaring you slightly as you step away timidly from his body and hard glare.
you look down at your feer as you shift them uncomfortably, not knowing what grayson was implying untill you heard him scoff and throw your purse on the sofa. watching as it bounced off and hit the floor with a thump.
“you must have put it in there when we went to get monty’s last night?” you question, almost uncertain in your reponse, but knowing that was the only reasonable explanation to it. a midnight feast always ended up with the two of you eating your body weight in vegan burgers and shakes. just basking in your own little sanctuary made perfect for the pair of you. as always, no matter how many times you try to argue, grayson always pays. insisting that chivalry is far from dead. 
“how could i have been so blind.” he shoves his way past you. his shoulder connecting with yours as he does so, one again sending you staggering back and holding onto the freshly decorated wall to steady yourself. you stare at him in completely shock. your mouth agape as you try to desperately hold back the tears, not wanting to show him any weakness that he could prey on.
“excuse me?”
“you’re a gold digger.” grayson answers like it was the most obvious thing in the world. unbuttoning the first few buttons on his shirt as he makes himself comfortable on a kitchen stall. your plans for a nice romantic evening where thrown out the window. instead it turned into a night of regret and trauma by his uncharacteristic actions.
“im a what?” you hiss through gritted teeth. tearing gathering in your eyes as you were taken aback by his depreciating words. it was almost as if the man in front of you, that you’ve grown to love and become so emotionally attached to, was a completely different human. you didn’t recognise this grayson - this certainly was not your grayson.
“want me to spell it out for you, y/n? you’re using me for my money. plain and simple. you can’t handle the fact i earn more money than you, im more successful than you, that i can afford the luxuries in life that you can’t. you’re not in love with me, you’re in love with my money.”
grayson knew the words he was saying was false. everything he said was a lie, yet he couldn’t stop them from leaving his lips. he didn’t have a excuse as to why he said all those hurtful, degrading comments- yet they kept coming. each word a knife to your heart, with an twist for added pain. grayson knew he royally fucked up the second he heard those heartbreaking sobs escape your lips. wanting nothing more then to reach out and hold you. to shush your cries and tell you how much he loves you.
he hated seeing you in any pain, especially knowing he’s the reason behind it. if he could tske it all back, he would- but he was to far gone at this point.
your vision blurred as you failed to control the tears from spilling any longer. all the pain and newfound hatred you felt for the man you thought was your endgame, showed in your expressions, movements and psychical pain.
“this-“ you hiss, walking up to grayson as you reach for his credit card. holding it between your fingers as you rummage around the kitchen draws for some scissors. knowing first hand that actions speak louder than words. you hold the meaningless plastic up to his face, making sure he was souly focused on you as you cut up his earning right in front of his broken, distort eyes.
“-means nothing to me. money, means nothing to me. i didnt even know who you were before we met! jesus chirst, grayson. ive done nothing but love you unconditionally, worship and praise you and never once made you doubt how true and real my feelings for you were, ARE. yet tonight- it’s obviously you made yours crystal clear.”
throwing what was left of his card at him, the cut up jaggered pieces of plastic hitting him in the chest and cluttering lifelessly to the floor- a metaphor of what just happened to his heart- as you say your final piece before slamming the door and leaving grayson dolan to wallow in his own guilt and shame. knowing he just fucked up the best thing that ever happened, no amount of money in the world held the same value as the love you shared- used to share? he wasn’t sure anymore.
“have a nice life, dolan. i guess money really can’t buy you happiness huh? jerk.”
{part II}
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Live a Little
My piece for Day 2 of TGGTVAV Week! @tggtvav-week
Dreams | Historical AU | Side Character
(Read on AO3)
This party is giving me a tremendous sense of deja vu. It’s the after-party for this year’s Annual Sportspeople of the Year Awards. Monty and I were both nominated for Best Footballer and for Best Media Personality, whatever that even means. Neither of us won either. I don’t care, not really (The player that did win Best Footballer scored two-thirds as many goals as Monty this season… but again. I don’t care.)
The same old formal wear, the same faces. I feel like I’m always at this bloody party. I’m standing in a corner with Monty, who is frowning down into his alcohol-free cocktail. I give him a consolatory nudge.
“Next year.”
“Hmm?” He looks up at me, then laughs. “Oh god. I don’t care. I’m just wondering who on Earth came up with the idea of a virgin mojito.”
“You could always drink tap water, you know.”
“Thrilling.”
I roll my eyes and he sidles up to me, pressing himself against my chest so that he has to stretch his neck to look up at me.
“Let’s go hooooome.”
“Why do you even bother coming to these events if you get bored after an hour?”
“Because I get to see you all dressed up, mostly.” I laugh and he pouts. “Next time, we stay home, and you put on a tuxedo anyway.”
“That would be a waste. You’d take it off within minutes.”
“That’s the fun of it!”
I smirk and lean down to kiss his forehead. “We won’t stay late. It’s good for me to do the rounds at these things. For the Foundation.”
“I suppose,” he says with a sigh, but he doesn’t move away, just buries his face in my chest.
I smile and stroke his hair, then I look up as someone walks over— my heart sinks. Richard Peele. The only man on Earth who doesn’t manage to look attractive in a tux. I nudge Monty slightly and he stands up straight.
“Incoming,” I mumble as Richard approaches. Monty turns to see him, then swears under his breath.
“Boys!” Richard says, his grin as cocky as ever. His aftershave is overpowering. Not for the first time, I wonder how Monty ever hooked up with him without gagging.
“Richard,” Monty greets him, more politely than he deserves.
“Congratulations on your awards!” He fake gasps, clutching his hands to his chest. “Oh wait! You didn’t get any.”
“Peele…” I raise an eyebrow at him. “You weren’t even nominated.”
He shrugs. He looks drunk. “Wouldn’t have wanted a nomination. Whole thing is shit anyway.”
“Well, we’re agreed there.”
“So, what are you two doing hiding away in a corner? Up to no good? What’s the current favourite, Montague? Coke? Speed? I remember your speed phase fondly. You used to be able to go for—“
“Oh, piss off Richard,” Monty cuts in, trying to look unbothered. But I know he isn’t. “Don’t you have any actual friends to talk to?”
I put my arm around Monty’s waist, protectively, and he leans into me. Richard rolls his eyes.
“Got plenty of friends, thanks. Just wanted to check in on everyone’s favourite couple.”
“Well, now you have.” I say, giving him a pointed look. “See you around.”
He curls his lip at me, stepping closer. He’s taller than Monty, but not taller than me. I have a couple of inches on him, but he’s clearly too wasted to be intimidated by this fact.
“You don’t scare me, Newton. We’re not on the pitch now. You can’t accidentally elbow me in the face this time.”
No, but I can definitely punch you on purpose, I think to myself.
I don’t say anything. He huffs, then turns to Monty. “If you ever get bored of this fairy,” he points to me. “And fancy a go with a real man again, you’ve still got my number.”
Monty blinks at him. “I’ll bear that in mind. Cheers.”
Richard gives him a leery look up and down, before giving me one last glare, then stalking away. I can feel Monty’s shoulders tense up where he’s leaning against me, and I’m not much better myself, so I take a deep breath and try to relax.
“Christ. He’s like a cartoon villain.”
“Was he always that ugly?” Monty looks up at me. “I swear he didn’t used to be that ugly. I categorically do not sleep with ugly people.”
“Maybe your standards just got higher after you met me.” He laughs slightly. But it sounds stilted. I squeeze his waist. “Don’t let him get to you.”
“I’m not.”
I raise my eyebrows at him.
“Okay! I am. Slightly.” He sips his drink, pulling a face. “It’s hard not to be bothered when one of your most shameful regrets can walk and talk and embarrass you at parties.”
“He’s just someone you hooked up with. It’s not that big of a deal.”
He scoffs. “You look like you want to scream every time his name is mentioned.”
“Well… he’s…”
“Rude? Obnoxious? Untalented?”
“He makes you feel bad about yourself. I don’t like it.”
Monty pauses at that, reaching out and squeezing my hand.
“You’re the one he called a fairy.”
“Fairy and proud,” I say with a shrug. Monty laughs.
“I love you.”
“Love you, too.” I tug at his hand, pulling him away. “Let’s find you something less disgusting to drink”.
We’re standing at the bar, Monty trying to get the perfect selfie while the bartender makes our drinks. He leans into me, trying to get my face into the photo and I smirk.
“Aren’t people bored of seeing me on your Instagram?”
“Why would anyone ever get bored of seeing this face?” He gently bites my cheek, taking another few photos, then finally brings the phone down to review the results. “God, we’re hot.”
I laugh. “Is that what you’re captioning it?”
He starts typing. “Well, now I am.”
I grin and nudge him, then frown when I spot something on the bar a small distance away. A set of keys. I reach over and grab them.
“Someone left their keys.”
“Mmm,” he replies, still busy making his post. “Hand them in.”
I shrug, about to get the bartender’s attention, when Monty glances up then gasps, grabbing my arm.
“Wait.” He snatches the keys from me. “Look!”
He holds them up in front of my face and I frown. “What?”
He huffs, then points at the car key. It has a very tacky leather tag hanging off it, with a gaudy metal Lamborghini logo.
“These are Peele’s car keys!”
I laugh. “God, he really is drunk. We should probably keep hold of them so he doesn’t try to drive home”
Monty winces slightly, and I immediately feel bad, but then he shakes it off. “Don’t you see what an opportunity this is, Perce?”
I give him a look. “Opportunity?”
“Yes! We have that prick’s car keys!” He looks at them, sighing happily. “His beloved Lamborghini.”
I laugh. “And?”
“And! We could play all sorts of tricks on him. We could break into it. Leave his lights on. Drain his battery.”
“You are truly wild.”
He huffs. “Well, what’s your suggestion?”
“My suggestion was handing them in!”
He rolls his eyes, dumping them on the bar again and returning his attention to his phone. I pick up the keys, turning them over in my hands, and I think back to ten minutes ago, when Richard dragged his eyes over Monty’s body. My Monty’s body. Suddenly the need to piss him off is overwhelming.
Why do I always have to be the sensible one?
“However…” Monty looks up at me, raising an eyebrow. “I have always wanted to drive a Lamborghini.”
* * * *
We manage to sneak out without drawing too much attention (and without spotting Richard), taking the lift to the car park beneath the building.
His car isn’t hard to spot. Bright yellow amongst the sea of silver and white Mercedes and BMWs. We walk over to it and Monty looks unimpressed, leaning down to scrub at a little scuff with his sleeve.
“This car is a midlife crisis.”
I laugh. “He’s 26.”
“Well, it’s definitely compensating for—“
“I don’t want to know,” I cut in, leaning down to look in the windows. “I think it’s gorgeous.”
“Really?” He folds his arms, tilting his head at the car. “It’s no Porsche.”
“I swear you love that car more than you love me.”
“Absolutely not.” He walks over and leans down to where I’m crouching to kiss me on the cheek. “But it’s a close second.”
I smile, then hold up the keys. “So? Shall we?”
He frowns. “You were serious?”
“Why not?”
“Well, for a start… you can’t drive, Perce.”
I scoff, pressing the key unlocking the doors. “I’ve had some lessons. And I haven’t had a seizure in a year. Anyway, it’s an automatic. How hard can it be?”
I start to climb into the driver’s seat and Monty grabs my arm. “Perce!”
“Come on!” I grin at him. “Live a little.”
He furrows his brow, but then lets me go, and I slide into the seat, pulling the door shut behind me. A couple of moments later, Monty opens the passenger door and climbs in, mumbling to himself.
“I’ve lived plenty. This is just stupid.”
I look around the car, taking it in. Monty’s car is gorgeous, but this is next level. Every bell and whistle included. It’s a shame it smells like Richard’s pungent aftershave.
I put the key in the ignition and Monty flinches.
“Are you sure, baby?”
I start the engine, and then I grin at him. It must be contagious, because after a pause, he grins right back at me.
“Go on then,” he says, with a resigned shrug. “Show me what you can do.”
I surprise myself. Driving is… surprisingly easy? And this thing can go fast. The roads are thankfully quiet, and I’m pretty sure I’m speeding, but the adrenaline rush is impossible to deny.
Monty is watching me, laughing at the look on my face as I narrowly avoid hitting another kerb. Okay, maybe driving is sort of hard.
“Jesus, Perce!”
“Oops.”
“I hope you’re enjoying your little crime spree. It might be the last thing we ever do.”
I laugh. “Oh, he’s wankered. We’ll take it back in a minute and he won’t even know it was gone.”
“True. As long as you don’t—“ He gasps as I very barely avoid scraping someone’s wing mirror at the side of the road. “Damage it!”
“I won’t!”
“You know what, I resent that you’ve turned me into the reasonable one tonight, but I think I should probably drive us back. Just in case.”
I pout at him. “Five more minutes? Oh, wait! I have an idea.”
I take a left, so sharply that Monty has to grab onto the car door to keep his balance. He shoots me an annoyed look, but I don’t acknowledge it. I’m trying desperately to remember a certain spot I know of around here, and I think I’m vaguely headed in the right direction.
Monty stops trying to object. I think he’s enjoying this really— watching me cut loose a bit. I glance at him and he bites his lip, giving me that look that usually ends with at least one of our trousers around our ankles. I look back out of the windscreen and grin to myself when I see what I was looking for.
I pull up in a parking spot, braking far too aggressively, and we both jolt forward.
Monty takes a long, deep, relieved breath as I put on the handbrake.
“See? No one died.”
“I’m definitely driving us back.”
I shrug, then motion out of the window. “Do you recognise this?”
“It’s a hill, Perce.”
I frown. “It’s Primrose Hill. Remember? We had a picnic here.”
He pauses, then smiles. “This is where you asked me to move in with you.”
“Yep!”
He looks at me. “Baby, you really are a wonder. Combining a bit of grand theft auto with a romantic trip down memory lane.”
I laugh. “The duality of Newton.”
“This is very sweet.” He reaches out and squeezes my knee, giving me a fond look. “Thank you.”
“I just… I don’t like it when people drag up your past. Like it’s all you are. You’re… this. You’re picnics, and house keys, and romance. You’re all of it.”
He swallows, looking surprised. “Baby…”
“Don’t let anyone ever convince you otherwise, okay? Especially not Richard sodding Peele.”
He nods, and his eyes look a little wet, then he reaches for my hand, holding it up to his lips and kissing my fingers. “Okay.”
We share a smile, then Monty turns away. I stare at him. He takes a while to notice, too busy gazing out of the window. When he finally turns back to me, he starts slightly.
“What?”
“Did you and him ever…?”
He frowns. “I thought we’d already established this, darling.”
“No. I know.” I nod towards the backseat. “In here?”
He turns a little red, then looks away again, which is answer enough.
“Great. Nice.”
Monty huffs, looking at me with a sheepish look on his face. “Only a blowjob or two...”
I roll my eyes, tapping my hands on the steering wheel and staring out at the view in front of us for a few seconds. Then I shrug.
“Then we’ll just have to do more than that. Won’t we?”
He pauses, then frowns. “Eh?”
I lean over the centre console and take his face in my hands, kissing him. After a brief pause, he sighs against my lips and kisses me back harder.
“You really—“ he speaks between kisses, breathless. “Want to?” He stops to nip at my jaw. “Right here?”
I groan. “More than anything.”
“Revenge shag?”
“Revenge shag,” I confirm, starting to pull his shirt out of where it’s tucked into his trousers.
“There’s…” He sighs as I start to kiss his neck. “People could see.”
I bite down slightly and he gasps. “The windows are blacked out.”
“There’s not much room.”
“I’m sure I’ll think of something.”
He gasps as I find the lever on his chair, pulling it until he’s practically horizontal, and then I clumsily clamber over onto his lap, my legs either side of his.
He laughs in surprise, putting his hands on my thighs. “What the hell has gotten into you tonight?”
“Nothing.” I grin. “Yet.”
After, I lie on Monty’s chest and I can feel the dopey smile on my face. He’s gently twisting one of my curls around his fingers as we catch our breath.
“That was fantastic,” I say with a sigh. It’s stating the obvious. It’s always bloody fantastic.
He kisses the top of my head. “Obviously.”
I look up at him. “Better than Peele?”
“Peele who?”
I laugh. “I’m being serious.”
“So am I. Never heard of him.”
“Damn right.”
I lean up to kiss him and he gently strokes my cheek, then we both jump when we hear a buzzing sound. Monty grimaces, fumbling around on the seat around us trying to find his phone.
“Who calls people?” He finds it and holds it up. “Ooooofe.”
He grimaces and turns the screen to me. Peele is calling. There’s an eye-roll emoji next to his contact name.
I grimace back at him. “Shit. Why would he be calling you?”
“Perhaps because he pissed us off and then his car disappeared?”
“Should you answer it? Maybe you should answer it.”
He scoffs. “And say what? Oh, your car? Yes, we stole it and just did something filthy on the expensive leather.”
“Well, no. You can lie. I’m pretty sure you’re capable of lying.”
“Ouch! True. But ouch.” He takes a deep breath, then answers. “Richard!”
I hear muffled, angry talking. Monty bites on his lip to stop from laughing, before trying to get a word in between the ranting.
“Richard, I— What do you mean? Which car?” The muffled talking gets louder and Monty grins. “Oh, that car! Well, how did you manage to lose that? Seems pretty irresponsible.”
“Very careless,” I whisper in agreement.
Monty puts a hand over my mouth, still smiling, then suddenly his face falls. “Tracking device?”
My eyes widen. Shit. Shit shit. Of course, there’s a tracking device. This car is top-of-the-range ridiculous.
“Well, that’s good then.” Monty continues, somehow managing to sound calm and collected. “You’ll find it easily. Good luck!” He hangs up. “We need to get out of here. Immediately. He’s waiting for a cab and he knows where the car is”
I scramble off of him as quickly as I can, climbing back into the driver’s seat and looking for my clothes. “Shit, shit, shit.”
Monty does the same, laughing. I shoot him a look.
“What’s so funny?”
“You. Panicking. Naked.”
I find this shirt and throw it at his face. “Twat.”
I find my boxers and pull them on, and Monty picks his own up from where they were discarded in the well of the passenger seat. I suddenly have a thought, and reach out to grab his arm before he can pull them on, too.
“Wait.”
I snatch them from him and he gives me an extremely confused look. I lean over into the back seat and place them on the leather, stretching them out so that they’re nice and displayed.
“A departing gift for our gracious host.”
Monty cackles, throwing his head back. “You’ve completely lost your mind.”
I grin at him. “Is it a problem?”
He pulls me in for a wet, sloppy kiss. “Absolutely not. Now come on.” He pushes me away again and starts pulling on his suit trousers. “We have to clear out of here before—”
There’s a sudden, loud sound, like fabric ripping. We both freeze. I look down and see that the button of Monty’s trousers has caught on the corner of the passenger seat. The leather has torn dramatically, showing the foam underneath. Turns out even the most expensive, luxury cars are no match for Monty’s clumsy streak.
I look up at him. “Before what, love?”
He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Well, this has turned into a very expensive night out.”
“We can afford it.” He opens his eyes, then narrows them at me. “I’m aware that’s not the point.”
“This was your idea, you know. You decided to have a naughty streak, and now we have to buy— No. Actually. You have to buy Richard bloody Peele a new car.”
I scoff. “It’s just a little rip. It’s not like we’ve trashed it.”
And then… I picture it; Richard, hopping in an uber to where his little tracking device is pointing him, furious, that spiteful face all red and flushed. He gets here and Monty and I are long gone, his beloved Lamborghini is… trashed. The windows are smashed. The seats are ripped to shreds. And Monty’s Tom Ford pants are on the backseat.
I smile.
“We should trash it.”
Monty laughs, pulling on his shirt. “I’m cutting you off. No more carnage. We’re going to go home, you’re going to have one of your sad little sleepy teas, then we’re going to bed.”
“Montttyy,” I whine, and he gives me an incredulous look. “It’ll be funnnn!”
“Of course it would be fun! It would also land us in prison.”
“No one would know it was us!”
He points to the underwear on the back seat. “Have you never seen CSI?”
“Since when were you such a spoilsport?”
He stares at me, one eyebrow raised in challenge, then slowly reaches down and tugs at the rip in the seat, making it even wider.
“Oops.”
I grin, turning around in my seat and looking for something to break. I look back forward, spotting the rear view mirror, then I lean up and grab it, yanking at it hard until it snaps off in my hand.
Monty gapes at me.
“Holy shit.”
I grin at him. “Shall we see what else we can break in the next five minutes?”
The answer is quite a lot, apparently. The seats are torn to shreds. The dashboard is cracked. Monty has scraped a key all along the exterior. And I’m currently working on burning holes in the leather seats with the dashboard lighter, still wearing nothing but my underwear.
Suddenly, I hear a very high pitched shriek. I abandon the lighter and scramble out of the car to check on Monty, who was halfway through trying to pull off one of Richard’s wiper blades. He’s now ducked down, hiding behind the bonnet of the car. I quickly join him.
“What?”
“He’s here! I just saw an uber.”
“Shit. How did he get here so quickly? Maybe we were shagging longer than we thought?”
He hisses at me. “Not really relevant right now, Perce. More worried about getting out of here without him seeing us.”
I grimace. “I left my clothes in the car.”
“Then I guess you’re streaking. Come on.”
He quickly glances over the hood of the car, then once he decides the coast is clear, he grabs my hand and pulls me up.
And then we immediately collide with Richard Peele.
He seems to have snuck up from the other direction and well… he doesn’t look terribly happy.
“What—“ He’s so angry, he can barely get his words out. “In the name of fu—“
“Richard!”
God bless Monty for attempting to be charming, even at a time like this.
“Awful news! Someone was trying to damage your car. Me and Percy scared them off.”
“How stupid do you think I am, Montague?”
“I don’t think you want me to answer that.”
Richard hisses through his teeth, stepping closer to Monty, and I decide it’s time to intervene, standing in front of him protectively. .
“Don’t even think about it.”
He curls his lip, looking me up and down. “Why are you naked?” He glances back at the car, then at me again, his face turning white. “Did you two...“
I smirk. “Twice.”
(It’s a lie. But he doesn’t need to know that.)
He looks like he wants to throw up. Then he pulls back his fist— but he’s still tipsy, and his reflexes are slow. So, I take a step back to dodge his punch, before reeling my own fist back to throw one of my own.
It connects with his nose. Hard. Kickboxing is one of my favourite workouts and I’m twice as strong as he is. The result being that his nose starts to bleed instantly and he staggers backwards. Monty yelps behind me.
“Shit!”
He tries to pull at my arm but I ignore him.
“Not bad for a fairy, right Peele?”
“Perce!”
“Monty, it’s fine.”
“No! Percy! The car!”
He pulls my arm even harder and I finally turn around. The car. The fucking car is on fire.
“Jesus! What happened?”
“Not sure, but shall we try and figure it out somewhere further away from the flaming car?”
I let him drag me away and we take off at a sprint. Richard isn’t far behind us, trying to keep up.
“The lighter,” I shout to Monty. “I dropped the lighter on the seat!”
The amount of serious crimes I’ve committed today is becoming difficult to keep track of. Car theft. Reckless driving. Public Indecency. Assault. And now apparently a bit of semi-accidental arson. But are they really crimes if the only victim is Richard Peele?
“Save it for court!” Monty replies.
When I think we’re a safe distance away, I stop, pulling Monty to me. We’re both gasping, out of breath. I hear Richard coughing nearby. He must have inhaled some smoke.
I ignore him, pushing Monty’s hair out of his eyes, then cupping his face in my hands.
“Are you okay?”
He takes a deep breath. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Are you?”
I grin. “I’m amazing.”
He smiles back, exasperated. “You’re a lunatic is what you are.”
“I love you.”
He shakes his head, then puts his hand behind my neck, pulling me down into a kiss. I lean into it, my hands sliding to his waist and dipping him slightly, making him laugh against my lips.
And then… there’s a loud bang.
I don’t get the chance to glance over at the car before we’re being thrown into the air by the force of the explosion.
* * * *
I wake up with a flinch so huge that the bed shakes. I hear Monty groan next to me.
“Baby, what…?”
Jesus Christ, that was vivid. I can still smell the smoke.
Monty rolls over to face me with a huff. “Perce?”
“Sorry.” I rub my face. “Sorry, I was…”
“Dream?” he asks, mid-yawn.
I pause, then smirk. “Dream.”
He stares at me for a second, then snorts. “Oh god, not the car one again.”
“The car one.” I shuffle over to him, pulling him closer so that our noses are touching. “It was a good one. This time I punched him.”
He gives a sleepy laugh. “This dream almost makes me feel sorry for the man…”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Monty…”
“I mean. Your subconscious is regularly ruining his life! Just because he used to give your boyfriend the occasional hand job after a game…”
“Perhaps the next dream will be the one where I finally murder him.”
He laughs, leaning in to kiss me and placing his hands on my chest. “Your heart is still pounding.”
I blush. “It was fun. There was an explosion.”
He rolls his eyes. “We’re never watching Die Hard before bed again.”
I laugh, rolling on top of him and making him yelp.
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A/N: We’re back baby! It’s taken me a little while but I’ve worked through my crap and I honestly have too much love for this story to let it go. I have so many plans and I’m still committed to developing Bellamy and Indigo’s relationship and journey. I’ll be continuing to use GIF’s because I actually still have not seen the entire show so it’s impossible for me to recast at this point. I’m in process of watching season 3 now as I like to go into things as blind as Indie does. If you’re not able to return to this story, that’s okay and thank you for all of your support so far. For everyone still here, your love for this story means the world to me <3
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Rating: Mature
Summary: During her time in the Skybox, Indigo formed a precious friendship with fellow outcast Octavia Blake, the girl under the floor. At first they thought their departure from the oppression of the Ark was a blessing, but quickly came to rely on Indigo's keen survival instincts. The 100 struggle to meet the challenges of Earth whilst Bellamy strives to lead the wavering teenagers and his irresponsible attitude fuels constant conflict with Indigo. Their only shared interest is in protecting Octavia and Indigo beings to suspect that there is a deeper cause to Bellamy's seemingly irrational choices. As the consequences of his actions mount up around him, he finally begins to confide in her and she discovers more than she ever bargained for.
Fandom: CW’s The 100
Pairing: OC x Bellamy Blake
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Warnings: Mature content. Non-consent, language, sex, self harm, suicide, anxiety, helplessness, torture, captivity/confinement, alcohol/drug use.
Chapter Forty-Five
My shift finally drew to a close, leaving me exhausted and I felt that I had worked off enough of my earlier anger to only be left with a simmering bitterness. I wandered toward Bellamy’s quarters with a knot in my stomach as I expected an argument and for a moment I considered whether to simply hide in dorms for the night. I took a steadying breath before stepping inside and found Bellamy in the middle of undressing for bed. He turned at the sound of the door and a tired smile spread across his overworked face as he noticed me.
“You’re back.” He breathed with a tone of relief and I wondered if he hadn’t expected me to return.
“I am.” I replied awkwardly as I waited in the doorway for any indication of his mood.
There wasn’t any visible anger in his demeanour, or I was stunned to find that he didn’t seem to be interested in causing a fight between us. Instead, he simply continued to prepare for bed and I slid my jacket off casually as I strolled further into the room to place it on a chair. I considered removing my trousers and simply climbing into bed, as the desperately tired part of my brain demanded that I sleep immediately, but I was still unsure if I were welcome here following his earlier remarks. I turned toward the bed to confront Bellamy, but was immediately cut off as he stepped into my space to draw me into a heated kiss. My breath hitched at the sudden contact as his hands squeezed my hips and I had to lean against the dresser to brace myself against his enthusiasm.
My mind was reeling at his unexpected energy and I realised that my expectations of this evening were completely incorrect. He gathered me against his chest and my entire body thrummed with excitement, despite the concerned thoughts still buzzing around in the back of my mind. For once, I was annoyed with the intoxication of his touch and knew that the tension of this morning still lingered in the back of both of our minds. I tore myself away from his lips with an overpowering reluctance and attempted a stern expression, but he simply moved to peppering kisses along my neck as he threaded a hand into my hair.
“Bel.” I hoped to be authoritative and although it was clear from my tone that I wanted his attention, his name fell from my lips in a far more breathy manner than I had intended. He groaned against my skin and as he dragged himself up to meet my eyes, I acknowledged that he didn’t appreciate the interruption.
“I don’t want to talk.” He clarified and despite how direct his words were, I couldn’t detect an ounce of malice in his voice, nor any indication of the attitude that he’d addressed me with this morning. Instead, there was something vulnerable in his eyes that made me wonder if his overnight adventures had affected him more than he was currently willing to admit.
“Then, what do you want?” I asked with a frown and I knew that he understood that I was referring to more than just in this moment. The way that he’d spoken as if there was a deep hurt earlier had left me doubtful if he’d even want me here and if we weren’t going to discuss it, I would at least give him the option to tell me if he wanted me to leave after this.
“You. I want you.” He asserted as he stared into my eyes and I was relieved that we understood each other so well. When he next pressed his lips to mine, there was an urgency that spurred me forward. Before I could think twice about talking, he had twisted us around to lower me to the bed. I knew from the desperation of his actions that he craved the distraction and he barely paused enough to allow me to gather my thoughts. Okay, we can talk about this later.
***
My new routine of training in the morning and working shifts in mechanical in the afternoon allowed a week to fly past without my notice. Monty remained adamant that I didn’t shoulder too much of the strain and so on days that I had an afternoon available, I found myself assisting with preparing food for the camp whilst Bellamy was busy in meetings or training sessions. There had been no mention of the conversation by the gates and although Bellamy behaved awkwardly every time that he caught me on route to a shift, he hadn’t mentioned Knox at all since. I hadn’t decided how to bring this up in a way that would allow for a conversation rather than a confrontation. Things between us were still fresh and I was nervous that addressing this might trigger a conversation about what the nature of our relationship was. I’d already grown comfortable in our warm routine and I didn’t want to jeopardise it by asking for more. For the time being, I had decided to simply enjoy every moment for what it was and to not obsess over the longevity of it.
Now that I was beginning to regain my strength, my lessons with Octavia and Lincoln had intensified and although I’d given the stipulation that they couldn’t cover me in bruises, they’d mastered getting as close as possible without leaving marks. I felt confident in my progression and discovered that it was a helpful method of both burning off the anger that I buried inside and leaving me too exhausted to spend the entire night filled with nightmares. I considered it an achievement to have simply reduced the number of painful visions that haunted my sleep and I embraced any progress that I could gain.
After a particularly intense morning, I settled in the courtyard of camp to wind down. Monty had taken the shift in mechanical and I hadn’t yet volunteered for kitchen duty, which allowed me the chance to savour the cool midday air.
“Hey Indigo, enjoying some time off?” A nervous voice drew my attention and I glanced up to find Knox smiling at me bashfully.
“Hey bud.” I cheered as I leaned back in a relaxed manner and smiled encouragingly at my insecure companion. “Yeah, Monty wouldn’t let me have the shift so I’ll probably just hit the kitchen again.” I commented lightly and he nodded.
“That explains it.” He muttered and I tilted my head quizzically at him. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you not working somewhere, or training. I didn’t realise you knew how to take a break.” He added with a sly smile and I gasped in surprise.
“And I didn’t realise you were a smartass!” I remarked as I jabbed at him playfully and he chuckled. “Did Wick give you any more crazy assignments yet?” I enquired with interest and he detailed the latest impossible task that he’d been given to share with Raven’s equally talented science friend. Knox had filled me in on some camp rumours that there was some kind of romance going on between her and Wick, and I retained this information to investigate when I had the opportunity to catch Raven alone. I glanced to my side to notice one of the kitchen staffers crossing the courtyard. “Hold that thought Knox, I’ll be right back.” I chirped as I rushed over to meet them and arranged to assist with preparing meals later on. Once she left, I turned to find Bellamy standing silently beside me and jolted so hard that I actually felt my soul leave my body for a moment.
“Jesus, don’t do that!” I gasped as I held a hand to my chest and he shook his head as he smiled in amusement. “Seriously, it’s creepy! Couldn’t you...I don’t know, stomp your feet or make a noise or something when you approach to give me a warning? You’re so damn stealthy.” I blurted and he couldn’t contain a snort of laughter at my comments.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckled as he placed his hands in his pockets in a relaxed posture. “Good workout?” He asked with a hint of a smirk and I pursed my lips at him before breaking into a playful smile.
“Oh yeah, I beat the crap out of both of them.” I joked as I mimicked some speedy punches and he smiled warmly at my childish display. It didn’t last long as I quickly realised that I didn’t have enough energy remaining and sighed in exhaustion.
“Easy Xena, you’ll put me out of a job soon. We won’t need guards at this rate.” He teased with a bemused expression and I found my mouth dropping open in surprise.
“See, this is why I keep you around! You get my dorky references.” I crooned with an overly enthusiastic tone and he rolled his eyes in disappointment. He glanced over my shoulder for a split second and his smile faded as he focused on something. I peeked in the direction that he was staring and easily calculated that it was Knox’s awkwardly waiting form that he was watching. Bellamy returned his attention to me and the playful glitter had faded from his eyes as he tried to force a casual tone.
“So, that’s Knox, huh?” He enquired and although he strained to mask the tension in his voice, it was still crystal clear to me. I had to wonder if he had been investigating in camp to acquire a description of him, or whether he simply assumed since Knox was the only unfamiliar face that I had spoken to.
“Yes, that’s Knox.” I stated matter of factly and determinedly declined to add any further comment. If he wanted to know something in particular, he was going to have to ask.
“He seemed interested in you. What did he want?” Bellamy quizzed as the tension between the two of us only grew with every word and I cocked a brow at him in confusion.
“He didn’t want anything, we just chatted. He’s not used to seeing me relax so I think he was confused.” I explained with an amused tone to clarify that this was an insignificant conversation but this only seemed to rile Bellamy further. I witnessed his gaze drift back over my shoulder and when he next viewed me, he shuffled on the spot with a certain stressed energy about him.
“I don’t like him chatting to you. He’s practically hanging off you, it’s weird.” He stated firmly and I felt my brows shoot up in surprise. Knox had been consistently friendly since the moment we met and I could tell that he simply looked up to the entire group that had survived here before they arrived. I suspected he probably admired Bellamy as a leader more than the others, if he would only take the time to notice.
“What are you even talking about?” I breathed as I viewed him with disbelief and I caught his stern face as he returned his gaze to Knox. The intensity of his stare would make even the toughest of our camp members bolt and I could see poor Knox squirming out of the corner of my eye. “Stop glaring at him.” I hissed but his scowl remained focused as if I hadn’t even spoken.
“I’m not.” He stated in a distracted tone without even attempting to cover his blatant ignorance and I crossed my arms in annoyance.
“Bellamy!” I growled and the sharpness of my tone finally seemed to pull him from his intimidation mission. I gave him an unimpressed gesture and he shifted awkwardly as he met my eyes. I scanned between him and Knox, and my mind finally pieced together the information that I was presented. I could hardly believe what I was about to ask, but I couldn’t theorise any other logical explanation for his bizarre behaviour. “Are you jealous?” I interrogated and his eyes widened at my accusation.
“What?” He breathed and I held my expectant gaze as I awaited an answer. “No!” He spat defensively and fidgeted nervously on the spot in an effort to conceal his aggravation. I felt a lurch in my gut at his reaction and kicked myself for not realising what I was dealing with sooner. Bellamy always seemed so full of confidence that I had never imagined he would be jealous. A memory stirred in the back of my mind of his reaction when I tended to Murphy in the dropship after his torture and I realised that it was absolutely a weakness of his. “What do I have to be jealous of? He’s just a kid.” He scoffed and I struggled to contain a laugh, until I caught him sneaking a brief glare at Knox again.
“Exactly, he’s just a kid. So why are you giving him the death stare?” I investigated and he turned back to me as if he hadn’t done anything. I couldn’t think how I was going to deal with this situation if he wouldn’t even admit to his part in it and I pitied Knox for drawing the ire of someone so intimidating for no good reason. I thought Bellamy understood how impossible it was for anyone to lure me away from him and considered voicing these reassurances, but I was still too nervous to put my feelings into words in case it scared him off.
“I just don’t trust him, he wasn’t part of our camp.” He excused and I rolled my eyes at his blatant omission of the truth. I knew that the fact that Knox wasn’t here before was likely the foundation of the issue, but I suspected that it was specifically because he hadn’t witnessed the development of the bond between Bellamy and I. Everyone from our old camp knew that I was off limits, without him having to label us as anything. I calculated that Bellamy was uncomfortable with the fact that I hadn’t been marked as unavailable to this particular male. Whilst lost in thought, I didn’t notice Bellamy stepping closer until he carefully brushed my hair behind my ear with a flirtatious expression.
“Did I mention that you look pretty today?” He drawled and I couldn’t contain a snort of laughter at his new tactic.
“Don’t change the topic.” I warned with a blatant lilt of amusement. He brought his hands to rest on my hips as he closed into my space and bit his lip in a way that he knew drove me wild. I willed myself not to be distracted by his sly methods and held my ground for as long as I could.
“I’m not. I just can’t help being distracted by you.” He crooned as he leaned in to place a lingering kiss on my cheek and I fixed him with a suspicious look when he met my eyes again.
“I know what you’re doing Bel.” I groaned as I caught him glancing over to check that Knox was watching and I sighed in exasperation at his ridiculous, testosterone fuelled competition.
“Ditch work. I have a couple hours free.” He whispered, before busying himself with trailing kisses from my cheek down my neck and I struggled to concentrate despite my best efforts as he pulled me flush to him. I glanced over at Knox who was awkwardly trying to figure out what to do with himself as he tried to act as if he hadn’t seen anything and knew that Bellamy had already accomplished his goal. At this point, convincing me into bed was just an additional prize and he was doing frustratingly well at earning it. He straightened up to meet my eyes with a keen smile and although I battled to retain my stern expression, I could feel that it didn’t reach my eyes.
“I thought you didn’t like rules, Love.” He teased as he gradually tilted his head to press his lips to mine and I felt my eyes involuntarily drift closed. It was impossible to reason with him when he resorted to these kinds of tactics and underneath the swirling attraction of my body, I was fuming with myself for giving in to him. I felt myself resting on his chest and as he wound his fingers into my hair, I knew that I had already lost the battle. As we parted for air, I glazed up at him with an arousal obvious in my eyes and he smiled smugly in return.
“You’re a terrible influence.” I stated in a breathy voice as he led me inside the Ark in a victorious strut.
***
The following day Bellamy was gone before I woke again. I couldn’t deny the feeling that he was avoiding discussing his behaviour and my mind obsessed over my recent actions constantly for any error on my part. As a result of my lack of focus, Octavia hammered me with attacks during our session and she eventually ended it early out of frustration. I found myself wandering camp aimlessly as I was completely lost in thought and felt too awkward at the idea of seeing Knox to volunteer for a shift in mechanical.
Instead, I sought out a quiet spot on camp to reflect where I hoped that I wouldn’t be easily found. Despite all of my internal analysis, I couldn't think of any interactions between Knox and I that could be interpreted as inappropriate and was therefore stuck at the same dead end as before on what I could do to fix this issue with Bellamy. There was a set of footsteps that I was vaguely aware of in my vicinity but I paid it little attention until they approached me and someone cleared their throat as they dropped into a seat opposite.
“You look like you have a lot on your mind.” I glanced up to find Harper examining me with a fond expression and was immediately relieved.
“Pretty sure that’s just my default expression. I honestly can’t remember a time where I didn’t have much to think about.” I stated with an amused smile and she shrugged in response. “Sorry I haven’t checked in with you since we got back. How are you managing?” I enquired with a genuine interest as I leaned forward to examine her. Although our conversations had been limited, Harper had always been kind to me, especially in our time in captivity and it left an enduring fondness for her.
“It’s okay, we’ve all had a lot on our plates, especially with reunions.” She sighed before fixing me with a knowing look that wasn’t filled with mischief or teasing like Octavia or Raven, but simply appreciation for my happiness. “It’s an adjustment, being outside again and with our own people. It’s different to before and there’s something bizarre about living back inside the Ark of all things. I think it’ll take some time to get used to for all of us.” She explained thoughtfully and I hummed in agreement. It was a comfort to discover that I wasn’t the only person here who found this transition challenging and I found that she quickly minimised the anxiety that I was feeling with just her calm company. “I’m glad to have other people around who understand what we went through in there, it makes it easier to deal with the after effects and nightmares.” She muttered as my brows furrowed in concern.
“You’re having them too, huh?” I revealed and her face contorted into a mixture of pity and relief. “Everything heals with time, right?” I added with a supportive smile. “If you ever need to talk about it, I’ve always got time for you Harp. You were there for me at my worst, I want you to know that I’m grateful and I won’t ever forget it.” I divulged as I fidgeted awkwardly on the spot and she smiled thankfully. It was difficult for me to discuss my feelings with new people and although I felt it was important to say, I still felt uncomfortable.
“Thanks. I know I’ll get there eventually, it’s just a process. Monty had been a godsend.” She commented idly and I felt the corners of my lips twitch up toward a smile as she peaked my interest.
“Monty, huh?” I repeated with a forced casual tone and as she avoided meeting my eyes, she cleared her throat uncomfortably. “Yeah, he’s a great guy, easily the most dependable person I’ve met. He’s also kind and wise, and probably the best person you could lean on for support right now. He’ll steer you right, he always has me.” I detailed honestly and when she next met my eyes, I could tell that she already knew all of these things.
“You know, if I didn’t already know about you and Bellamy, I’d think you had a thing for Monty.” She remarked in a way that tried to sound careless, but I knew these kinds of false offhand comments too well to be fooled. I’d used this method many times before when denying my feelings for Bellamy and I was inwardly thrilled to find her speaking of Monty in such a way. I scoffed at her words as genuine laughter escaped me at this idea.
“Monty is like my little brother, Harp. Jasper too. I absolutely treasure them, but from day one there has never been a question of anything else between us.” I informed her with an overwhelming delight and it was obvious that she was pleased to hear this. “And if it weren’t for Monty’s tendency to gossip like a teenage girl, you wouldn’t know about my lovelife either.” I added with a quirked brow and she snorted in disbelief.
“Right, cause that’s a total secret.” She drawled and I shook my head at her with entertainment. I didn’t mind Harper’s comments as I knew that they were harmless and tried not to allow her words to take root in my mind. “So, Monty’s not involved with you?” She specified and I knew immediately from my own experiences exactly what she truly meant to ask.
“Monty’s not involved with anyone and yes, I’m sure because that boy can’t keep a secret to save his life.” I chuckled and she quickly relaxed at my confirmation. “And as far as I’m aware, if you were to express an interest, it would be well received.” I crooned with a playful wink and her cheeks rapidly flushed.
“I didn’t - I wasn’t - I mean-” She rapidly stuttered as she waved her hands in panic and I smiled smugly at her. I considered taunting the admission from her as my other girlfriends had so often done to me, but as I was in her shoes not so long ago, I decided to cut her some slack.
“Hmm, of course.” I commented finally as I decided not to pursue the topic any further. The seed had been sewn in her mind, now I just had to be patient and allow it to grow. She cleared her throat and seemed to be struggling to think of something else to discuss. My unique understanding of her situation would not allow me to leave her to flounder any longer and so I offered a new line of conversation for her to escape through. “How are you finding guard duty? I didn’t expect you to be so quick to throw yourself back into the fire.” I enquired with genuine interest and she shrugged casually.
“Why not? I was trained in the original group at our old camp; it felt like a waste to not use those skills again.” She explained and I nodded in understanding. I had already forgotten that she was originally part of Bellamy’s militia and found myself hoping that her new post would help to rebuild her confidence following the especially exaggerated trauma that she had from her experiences in Mount Weather. “It’s going well, obviously the first patrol didn’t exactly go to plan, but since when does anything on Earth.” She commented and I sniggered at her point. I couldn’t think of a single plan that had gone ahead without issue since we arrived. “It’s nice to have a purpose, I think that’s why most of us joined. There’s a few people who weren’t at the original camp who are there for not so great reasons, but maybe the experience will help to toughen them up.” She stated with a maturity that demonstrated the hardships she had survived and I tilted my head at her quizzically.
“How do you mean?” I questioned and she shuffled awkwardly as if she had said something that she didn’t mean to.
“Well, prime example. There’s this girl called Mel, she’s the sole survivor from factory station. She volunteered for a guard post and she’s done the training, but it just feels totally hollow. I’m pretty sure she only joined because Bellamy is teaching and she seems more like she’s checking him out than actually paying attention to what he’s saying. She was gushing to some of the others about how he saved her from a cliffside when we were in Mount Weather and how she thinks he’s so selfless and dedicated. I’m just getting sick of watching her flirt with him when she should be concentrating on staying alive. Then there’s Ray, who’s only focus is on killing anything that threatens us because she’s terrified and Max who’s just there to show off.” She ranted in a way that I’d never seen her speak before and it was clear that she needed to get these thoughts off her mind. I listened quietly and tried not to be aggravated by her description of this girl’s behaviour around Bellamy.
“I don’t know, I don’t want to sound jaded but it’s just kinda frustrating having them there. I know it’s not their fault but they’re so unaware. It feels like they’re at the point we were when we first landed and we already went through those growing pains to become smarter. We constantly have to watch out for them so they don’t get themselves killed and I just don’t have the patience to babysit a bunch of kids who aren’t taking this seriously. Does that make me a bad person?” She slowed as she came to this question and met my eyes with a regretful vulnerability.
“No, it just makes you human.” I breathed with an understanding smile. “It’s okay to feel frustrated, like you said, we already did this. We just have to try to be patient with them and give them a chance to grow. Hopefully they won’t have it as hard as we did.” I advised as I thought back to Knox’s conversation about the change in Monty and Jasper. It was only natural for our two groups to be at odds at the moment, we were vastly different and our life experiences had shaped us to be cold and distrusting. I hoped that with time we might be able to learn from each other and meet somewhere in the middle. As I reflected on this, Harper sighed in relief as if a weight had been lifted from her and observed me closely.
“You don’t have to worry about Mel, I’m honestly sorry that I even brought her up.” She stated sheepishly and my eyes shot up to meet hers in surprise. “When Bellamy was out on that patrol, it was obvious that all he could think about was getting safely back to you.” She revealed and I found myself smiling despite my best efforts to conceal my emotions. “I’m glad to see you together, you balance each other out well, you know. He has brought back the personality in you and you bring out the best in him.” She added thoughtfully and I chuckled lightly at her analysis. “You’re a cute couple.” She teased with a wink and I rolled my eyes at her.
“We’re not a couple. And Bellamy can flirt with whoever he wants.” I stated adamantly as I crossed my arms and she stared back at me with disbelief.
“Whatever you say.” She crooned and I knew that she was exacting vengeance for my earlier taunting. “Well, I’ll keep you updated on the Mel situation, just in case you decide you care.” She winked and I rolled my eyes at her.
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(bursts into inbox) thAT ASK MEME WITH ALL THE OCS U TAGGED (or just pick and choose but i genuinely would love to know all of them if u want afhdsgjsdhdjd) - darkwarfy
i'm going to start with the easy ones and end with the ones i haven't even talked about to you.
Red-
Full Name: Aaron Cupid Williams
Gender and Sexauilty: Male (trans) and Demisexual
Pronouns: He/Him
Ethnicity/Species: Tribrid of Fae, WARLOCK, and Demon.
Birthplace and Birthdate: His birthplace is unknown to HIM so therefore it won't be stated. he was born on Halloween but the year is also unknown.
Guilty Pleasures: Dancing and Singing. his mother never allowed him to do anything fun when he lived with her (besides reading) so he hides that side of him.
Phobias: Spiders, water, and the dark.
What They Would Be Famous For: besides being the only one of his kind? his singing, there is just something about it.. i wonder what?
What They Would They Be Arrested For: destroying prisons and freeing wrongly captured supernaturals.
OC You Ship Them With: No one, Red is too young to date throughout most of the stories he is in.
OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Iris (his mom) or Icarus
Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Favorite movie would be Shark Boy and Lava Girl, he loves kids movies. Book genre is sci-fi or adventure stories.
Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: For movies it has to Coraline and book cliche is the hero or hero's lover/bestfriend dying for the greater good.
Talents and/or Powers: Talents would be as i said before his dancing and singing. his powers? jesus Red has a LOT. He can do basic magic, he can light himself on fire in a blue magic flame before it spreads around himself. telepathy, teleportation, and "invisibility" (that's more lore stuff) not really a power but he can control his appearance (his was born with baby blue skin and light purple hair but his mother taught him to hide that side to blend in with humans) he has a ribbon spell that he can call them to wrap his wrists and his controls them (i.e pulling and wrapping up his targets) he has another spell that does the same thing called flower power (this with rose vines) that he uses to hurt someone if need be. okay this is getting too long but he has more.
Why Someone Might Love Them: He is such a sweet kid and lights up the rooms he is in. you can't help but love him.
Why Someone Might Hate Them: Red can be a little troublemaker and cause chaos for fun. which gets annoying when shit goes down.
How They Change: Red always thought he was just a weapon, a tool for a war that was never coming. as he grows up and lives on his own with Angel, he changes to be someone full of love for not just others, but himself.
Why You Love Them: Red was my first ever OC. He has been through so much changes and growth and i think i finally love him as he is now.
Angel - (i'm gonna shorten the questions so this doesn't get too long)
Full Name: Nope- that's lore and i wanna tell you that Later.
Gender: Female (Trans), Lesbian.
Pronouns: she/her
Ethnicity/Species: loosely based on the mayans, a necromancer, and a clockwork angel necklace.
Birthplace: Her village in that universe's Tulum. Birthdate... she's existed for over 2000 years, who knows how old she is truly.
Guilty Pleasures: Gardening and painiting.
Phobias: the water. just- the water.
Famous For: bringing the dead back to life with ease.
Arrested For: Killing witches who mess with Red.
OC Shipped: I ship her with Niko, two crazy girls who just want bodies.
OC Murder: Iris again, or Lexi (not doing her, she isn't too important rn)
Favorite Movie/Book Genre: she doesn't watch movies that often because she is ya know.. trapped. but when Red can watch something other than kids movies, Angel finds herself loving romance movies, hasn't picked a favorite yet. Books though? cook books! she enjoys learning about food even though she can't eat.
Least Favorite: Horror, just like Red. or anything with water. nothing against mermaids or wildlife, but she's seen enough of the sea for 10 lifetimes at least. Cliche would be evil necromancers, screw that.
Talents: Her painting are to die for. powers??? now this is going to be fun. Angel can bring back the dead, use her magic to move things and grab people. over the course of her time trapped, she has learned how to possess whomever wears her, which leads to some fun beat downs with both Red and Angel working as a single unit. oh did i mention Angel really loves to mess around with blood magic? she was the only one who was able to master it before the witches attacked.
Love Them: Someone would love her becauss how passionate and nurturing she is. also because she enjoys cracking jokes in the safety of the clockwork during the WORST of times.
Hate Them: the witches hated her for her powers and that she was "sick" in the head for enjoying blood magic.
How They Change: Angel had to learn to live as a soul for so long, slowly forgetting what it means to be a living person, that has to be bad for her mental health.
Love Them 2: Angel has become one of my favorites because of how much i've put thought into who she is.
Niko -
Name: she still hasn't came up with a last name, might just take Angel's :)
Gender and Sexuality: Nonbinary and pansexul
Pronouns: she/her
Ethnicity/Species: Biracial, Japanse and Guyanese, a life sized Drawing Mannequin.
Birthplace: a black market factory that makes life sized objects to be used by witches. Birthdate, before 2016, at least.
Guilty Pleasures: ripping the skin off of witches for shit and giggles. oh and grooming dogs!
Phobias: none, nothing phases her.
Famous for: her spine chilling laugh.
Arrested for: all the murders she's done, that is, if she was ever caught.
OC Shipped: Angel of course.
OC Murder: any and all witches, Lexi, Syd.
Favorite Movie/Book: nope and nope! too busy living in the moment to sit down in one place, besides not have real hands. so the next question is useless.
Talents: is flawlessly ripping skin off of a living person a talent? Niko would say so. besides just living, Niko can change her shape into any type of doll/mannequin drawing or otherwise to hide in stores.
Love Them: she is a funny gal! creepy as shit but loyal once you've gained her trust.
Hate Them: "she. skins. people." -Syd at least 20 times.
How They Change: goes from a manic doll to a somewhat a stable person with the power of lOvE.
Love Them 2: She is perfect for Angel and that's enough for me.
Trinity -
Name: Trinity Wither Lakes
Gender: Female, Bisexual.
Pronouns: she/her.
Eithnicity/Species: Biracial, Polynesian, and African American. Werewolf and Siren.
Birthplace: Kaneohe, Hawaii. 3/17/1999.
Guilty Pleasures: Running in the woods in the middle of the night.
Phobias: being half wolf, she fears anything with silver, oh and blood.
Famous for: her speed.
Arrested for: graffiti and other forms of vandalism.
OC Shipped: Abigail. (not doing her either, sorry!)
OC Murder: Lexi, Raph, her grandparents.
Favorite Movie: Twilight and The Twilight Saga. she loves quoting the movies and books to piss everyone off, making it her favorites. Cliche would enimes to lovers.
Least Favorite: The Princess Bride, she just doesn't Get It. Cliche would be anything with angry werewolves or evil sirens. "we aren't your tropes, humans" -Trinity everytime she reads or watches something with a sexy but evil siren.
Talents: all the perks of being wolf and siren, nothing to add really.
Love Them: she is headstrong and makes for a good leader for a rebellion.
Hate Them: too loud, doesn't back down from a fight. will not shut up if someone is wronging her in public.
Change: she goes from the sheltered girl from her family's home in California to the loud rebel in Texas.
Love Them 2: Trin is like me, i don't know when to quit. if someone wrongs me i will scream it from the roof tops before i let them get away with it.
Syd -
Name: Syd Brimstone Lockwood
Gender: Female, Bisexual.
Pronouns: she/her
Ethnicity/Species: Caucasian, human.
Birthplace: Boston, Massachuestts. 4/20/1999
Guilty Pleasures: shitty reality tv, she lives for the drama. also magic, she has always been skeptical of the existence of magic so she spends much of her time researching and tracking down sightings of magic usage.
Phobias: None that i can think of.
Famous for: her deadpan delivery and humor/her resting bitch face.
Arrested for: stalking "known" supernaturals.
OC Shipped: Ainsel.
OC Murder: anyone who she follows would kill her, mainly Lexi or Raph though.
Favorite Movie: IT (2017) or a Purge movie. favorite cliche would be any boring, human trope. so like a coffee shop au.
Least Favorite: Harry Potter (okay she really enjoys the third one but she'd never admit it), cliche, would be magic. (she doesn't hate it, just that she doesn't believe.)
Talents: breaking and entering. "that's a fucking talent and you know it, Ains! i've never been caught in my life." -Syd. she is human so no powers.
Love Them: over protective of the ones she loves. would fight anyone to save Ainsel and she'd win.
Hate Them: her skepticism makes it hard for her to make friends and tears groups apart.
Change: after she meets a certain someone, she finally lets go of her overbearing skepticism and borderline hatred.
Love Them 2: i just love her character.
Ainsel -
Name: Ainsel Raven James
Gender: Female (Trans), Asexaul.
Pronouns: she/her.
Ethnicity/Species: African American (she has albinism), human.
Birthplace: Middletown, New York. 5/18/2002.
Guilty Pleasures: painting on herself, walking in the rain with no umbrella.
Phobias: fire. "You can't control it Sy-Sy!!! what if you drop that match huh?! we could go up in flames! i don't want to burn away!"
Famous For: her looks, or her happy go lucky nature.
Arrested For: Jay walking to get away from a monster or someone chasing her and Syd.
OC Shipped: Syd.
OC Murder: Lexi or Raph.
Favorite Movie: Tangled. Cliche, a happy ending.
Least Favorite: Monty Python and The Holy Grail. Cliche, a dog dying.
Talents: Her impeccable timing, always seeming to get Syd out of trouble before she is caught. "Nuh uh! none of that miss "breaking and entering!"" -Ainsel. Again a human so no powers.
Love Them: her optimism and acceptance of magic and the supernatural. how she loves everyone so fiercely and stands for what is right.
Hate Them: how happy and full of light she seems to be.
Change: She starts to stick up for herself more and learns how to fight back.
Love Them 2: i love how happy she is, i want to be that comfortable in my own skin like her.
Sebastain -
Name: Sebastain A. Montague
Gender: Male, Aromantic, Asexaul.
Pronouns: he/him.
Ethnicity/Species: Caucasian, Vampire and Sorcerer.
Birthplace: Venice, Italy. 7/25/1462
Guilty Pleasures: Ballroom Dancing. Drinking straight from the pulse.
Phobias: the sun, even if he can walk in the daylight.
Famous For: his charm and "naturally" good looks.
Arrested For: a string of murders in the east coast of the US.
OC shipped: no one, the only thing close to a relationship he has is his friendship with Red long into the future.
OC Murder: Syd tries, but she finds it's hard to kill something already dead.
Favorite Movie: he has lived for so long, he finds his memories are better than what you'll find in those picture shows. he does enjoy reading poems by Edgar Allan Poe or any of Dickinson's works. (skipping the next question)
Talents: Dancing and cooking. Powers, compulsion (vampire mind control), and the basic skillsets a sorcerer has.
Love Them: his charm, though their love is misplaced, is appreciated.
Hate Them: he is a world class bastard who knows how to use his charms to get what he wants, you.
Change: He learns to be nicer to people and not view them as just a food source.
Love Them 2: he is one cocky bastard but i wouldn't trade him for any other bitch out there.
Irri -
Name: Iradeseca the Faithful
Gender: Genderfluid, pansexual. (in a poly relationship).
Pronouns: any, but mainly goes by she/her.
Ethnicity/Species: she's.. she's an alien boss. (oqjsgsyisha) anyways she is from a race called The Marked Ones. i'll tell you all about them soon. Irri is of the Shifter classification, and is the last pure blood shifter left.
Birthplace: their (the girlfriends/partners) home planet, in the palace of the shifters. (no date because lore reasons, this will be the same for her girlfriends.)
Guilty Pleasures: her partners 😏
Phobias (more like fears): explosions, drowning, losing her girlfriends.
Famous For: her shifting ability.
Arrested For: well... L O R E
OC Shipped: Betrix, Calenni, and Desa.
OC Murder: lore
They are aliens, so i'm skipping these questions.
Talents: her speed. she is a shifter, so she can shape shift into her true form (a ice fox) and into her more humanesque form. (having two arms and two legs)
Love Them: her mysterious but gentle presence
Hate Them: her special skill and the fact she is dating Calenni and Desa in particular.
Change: Irri changes from being controlled by an oppressive regime.
Love Them 2: She is my second oldest oc, she will always have a special place in my heart.
Betrix -
Name: The Stoic Betrix
Gender: Genderfluid, pansexaul. (in a poly relationship)
Pronouns: she/her or he/him.
Ethnicity/Species: The Marked Ones, Bender classification.
Birthplace: on their home planet, in a abandoned temple of the benders.
Guilty Pleasures: smiling and being happy.
Phobias: being alone and losing his girlfriends.
Famous For: her calm, unphased demeanor.
Arrested For: same reason as Irri and Desa.
OC Shipped: Irri, Calenni, and Desa.
OC Murder: WOAH WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT, LORE!!!
Talents: being able to take everything thrown at him without saying a word (punches, kicks, fire, etc etc). bending people in half without moving a muscle. being a bender means she can bend spaces and minds with no difficulty, leading him to control the person's mind.
Love Them: No matter what happens to her, Betrix always gets back up with twice the amount of power and the same amount of complaints, zero. a man of little words unless he is with his partners.
Hate Them: WHY WON'T SHE STAY DOWN? STOP FIGHTING ALREADY!!! dating Calenni and Desa
Change: Betrix learns how to open up more and use her words because she is allowed to speak.
Love Them 2: She is a badass. who needs to speak when you can just knock the asshole over with one push.
Calenni -
Name: Calenni the Creative
Gender: Genderfluid and pansexual. (in a poly relationship)
Pronouns: she/her and sometimes called they/them by Betrix.
Ethnicity/Species: The Marked Ones, Creator classification.
Birthplace: On their home planet, on her family's estate.
Guilty Pleasures: being taken care of, not always the one leading things.
Phobias: bugs, filith, losing her partners.
Famous For: looking like a flower or a tiny pixie creature.
Arrested for: nothing because of lore reeasons
OC Shipped: Irri, Betrix, and Desa.
OC Murder: lore.
Talents: everything she creates is one of a kind and priceless. She is a creator so she is able to make whatever comes to mind with just a tap of her fingers. and is always changing how she appearance due to creating new shapes and forms.
Love Them: she speaks out against what was happening with the creators and risked her lives for her partners, nearly dying for them.
Hate Them: didn't sit back and be the little princess she was supposed to.
Change: learned how to be independent while being able to depend on her loves.
Love Them 2: Calenni said eat the rich even if that means eat me too.
Desa -
Name: Desa the Kind
Gender: Genderfluid and pansexual (in a poly relationship)
Pronouns: any but mainly she/her.
Ethnicity/Species: The Marked Ones, Destroyer classification.
Birthplace: on their home planet, in the woods far away from civilization.
Guilty Pleasures: creating stuff!!! being able to just live and feel love and acceptance.
Phobias: destroying the ones she loves. being alone, losing her partners.
Famous For: being understanding and not judgmental.
Arrested for: lore- but also just for being caught with Calenni.
OC Shipped: Irri, Betrix, Calenni.
OC Murder: lore, but anyone but her partners.
Talents: Her forgiveness. Being able to destroy whole planets by just being on them. Detroyers can eliminate anything in their paths with little to no struggle.
Love Them: ??? what is not to love??? she is such a friggin sweetheart who wants to spend all eternity with her sweethearts.
Hate Them: being born.
Change: girl has it ROUGH let me tell you. but in the end it'll all work out and a much happier, healthier Desa will make it out on the other side.
Love Them 2: "all i want is to love what i can not destroy with a single touch, then and only then, i'll be at peace" -Desa.
BONUS!!!! BONUS ROUND!!!!
Iris -
Name: Iris the Lurer
Gender: Female and Straight (😔)
Pronouns: she/her
Ethnicity/Species: Greater Demon (dark gray/light purple complexion)
Birthplace: in the demon realm, before mankind was created.
Guilty Pleasures: using her kids as weapons to orchestrate a war. oh and 90 Day Fiance on TLC.
Phobias: love and weakness from her children.
Famous For: her natural rainbow hair.
Arrested For: mass genocide.
OC Shipped: Icarus (two slimey bastards)
OC Murder: ANGEL AND RED LIKE THE BAD BITCHES THEY ARE 😤💯
Favorite Movie: The Birdcage. Cliche would be main villainess destroying the land.
Least Favorite: The Hunger Games. "so over rated and boring CGI, why do humans enjoy this?" -Iris
Talents: being the worst mother alive, making your child into a monstrosity to benefit your delusions. her powers are mostly mental manipulation and normal demon theatrics.
Love Them: being confident, commanding, and full of herself.
Hate Them: everything she has ever done after breaking free from the demon realm with Icarus.
Change: maybe if she gets murdered she'll finally change.
Love Them 2: i like working with a villain, morally gray character like her.
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gen:VIEW Episode 2, “There’s Always Tomorrow”
Rooster Teeth knows how to make a premiere that packs a punch when it comes to their serialized dramas (yes, I’m including Red vs. Blue in that category). But it’s the non-premiere episodes that generally give you a better idea of if the show’s gonna be good or not.
Or maybe you’re someone like TheFloofArtist and you were predisposed to hate the show long before you even saw it and so found literally every possible reason to hate it from the 2nd episode and dramatically “dropped it” despite the fact that if you hated the show so much you were shitting on it without having seen a single episode your opinion was never gonna be considered valid.
(Why do grown men throw hissy fits about TV shows?)
Ahem...so. Episode 2 of gen:LOCK...
Let’s Get Down To Business
Where episode 1 was about establishing the relationship between Chase and Miranda, this episode seems to be about establishing the gen:LOCK program itself: how it works and who’s gonna be in it. For that reason, at least for the first half, it’s very expository, but not in a way that ever feels boring. Honestly, the longer episode lengths means the amount of time they spend standing around and talking doesn’t feel like vital time wasted, unlike RWBY which has often made that terrible mistake. This is information we need to get a basic understanding of how this program works, and we also get a chance to hear Dr. Weller passionately talking about his life’s work. Jesus christ, David Tennant gives such a good performance. He really sells the good guy mad scientist voice you expect from Dr. Weller.
I wasn’t entirely sold on Michael B. Jordan as a voice actor the previous episode, but even if at certain points it was clear we were watching a scene that hadn’t been initially animated to his voice, this episode convinced me things were gonna be fine. I loved his performance in the scene of Julian in the tank chatting with Migas: the sort of bittersweetness of the reunion between the two after all that had happened to them, but they were still glad to finally see each other again. Miles Luna deserves some praise too for helping sell the fact that this is a reunion. After all, even though we caught a brief moment of them interacting and joking around in Episode 1, we didn’t really have a chance to establish they were close friends. This scene does well to convince us that yes, they were friends, and they are relieved to see each other again.
Chase and Miranda’s situation was very well-handled in this episode. It was always going to be painful for Miranda to find out Chase was still alive, and even though it’s perfectly logical that Chase wasn’t able to reach out to her in the intervening years, it still isn’t something she can just brush over. She didn’t immediately jump at the chance to see him in-person, and actively avoided him for a day. It would have been a major mistake for her to be the first one who went to visit him. I love this whole situation with Miranda: the way the marketing was going you kind of expected just a bland character defined by her relationship with Chase, and, well, I guess what she does in this episode is sort of defined by the relationship, but it’s done in a way that’s actually interesting, where you actually care about how she feels about all this. Dakota Fanning does a great job conveying the hurt Miranda feels seeing someone she loved after so long who she’d given up for dead. I think she might easily be the third best voice actor we’ve heard so far, behind Monica Rial and David Tennant.
Here’s another case where one of my few pre-show expectations got subverted. From the character teasers I’d sort of expected us to get a depiction of the formation of the gen:LOCK program from the start: presumably that path would have followed Chase and Yasamin’s initial training and the early mech designs we saw in the early posters and the first two teasers. Of course, this was before I had known what they were planning with Chase’s crash, a path in the story that I could not have possibly predicted. And now I’m realizing why they didn’t do that: 1) it would have been too similar to RWBY and probably have made for a very slow show otherwise, and 2) they wanted to get right into the giant mechs fighting things. Sure, it sort of robs us of seeing some cool stuff about what it was like for Chase to join the program, but I figure we’ll get that depicted in flashbacks or in the comics.
One of the accusations regarding Kazu Iida was that having him speak Japanese while everyone else was speaking English would create “The Lopez Effect.” For those unaware, Lopez is a robot on Rooster Teeth’s show Red vs. Blue who speaks “Spanish” (really sentences run through Google Translate) that is translated for the audience via subtitles but no one else can understand. Now, for what the complain actually entails, I think “Lopez effect” is a bad term for it because Lopez’s situation is played for laughs while in gen:LOCK everyone understands Iida and doesn’t bat an eye. The complaint is more that it creates a tonal dissonance in what’s designed as a dramatic show: while everyone’s speaking English Kazu’s saying all his lines in Japanese with subtitles. Now, I can understand why that could all sound a little weird, but the thing is the way they set things up in the episode I really don’t think Iida speaking English is gonna be as distracting as one might think: they set it up where the characters can understand what he’s saying thanks to the augmented reality gear everyone seems equipped with, so that already established a method of communication, and I just didn’t give any thought to the fact he’s speaking Japanese for the rest of the episode. I would honestly be more bothered if he just spoke English all the time.
The other accusation is that the fact that he is the only character who speaks a foreign language was they’d have an excuse to get the voice of Spike Spiegel, which apparently is bad because it’s “weeb-baiting.” I’m sorry, I didn’t realize they were trying to draw audiences in with who they were casting...
As far as the new gen:LOCK recruits go, we didn’t get too much information about them, and this is probably the only issue I have with this episode. Still, there was a lot going on here, so I can forgive not learning everything about them in their first appearance. And the thing is, the sequence with the imposter Sinclair (bravo to Blaine Gibson for being able to flip a coin––heheh––from friendly recruit Sinclair to Evil!Sinclair) offered us a good glimpse into who they are as fighters. Especially in recent years, Rooster Teeth fights are a chance to really get an idea for the character (and for that I wholeheartedly thank Monty Oum) and how they handle dangerous situations. Yasamin is clearly someone who can jump into a fight and hold her own without hesitation, Iida is someone who will jump right into a fight, Valentina will keep her distance but can still be quite deadly, and Cammie is a scared little bean...who with a little encouragement can still be helpful.
Now, the Sinclair reveal was a slight bit predictable if you picked up the hints in Character Reveal Teaser 4 (which I hadn’t, and in retrospect was blatantly obvious). The fact that it was predictable was the source of derision by some of the more gen:CRIT crowd, but honestly? I don’t see predictability as a sign of whether something’s good or not. Things can be predictable and still be fun to watch, so long as it’s delivered in an entertaining manner. And we got a pretty awesome fight sequence out of it.
I’ve seen a few people say that the jokes in this show feel forced. I’m inclined to disagree. The type of humor Gray and Evan are employing in the writing is more grounded than the kind you see in RWBY or Red vs. Blue or Camp Camp: it’s designed to feel more natural to the conversations these characters are having, while also not taking attention away from the more serious aspects of the story. Most of Rooster Teeth’s core group (more recent additions less-so) know how to create an engaging story based in serious tones, but they never really stray from their comedy roots––Day 5, their most dramatic venture to date, was a lot funnier than the concept would’ve implied because Josh and Chris knew where to inject humor when it would be desperately needed. This episode isn’t very different: the drama of Chase basically coming back from the dead gets natural moments of levity from his and Migas brief Siege mention and Dr. Weller being disappointed that he couldn’t participate in the reveal; the tension between Chase and Miranda gets a moment where Miranda refuses to hear out Migas on visiting Chase, a moment that can draw laughs while also being realistic to her and Chase’s actual situation; Chase popping up behind Fake!Sinclair and saying “Boo,” which...actually that was more a legit joke, but I laughed really hard. What I mean to say is gen:LOCK is not trying to be a comedy, but Rooster Teeth knows how and when to make its audience laugh.
(save for Red vs. Blue Season 16 of course...)
Conclusions
Another solid episode of gen:LOCK, and a little more interesting one than “The Pilot” because it delves into the meatier stuff that this series is going to follow. Stellar vocal performances by the cast give us a sense of the relationships that need to be picked up in the four years since the war began, and some amazing fighting shows us gen:LOCK means business as an action series.
My only concern is that the way this episode is formatted it doesn’t quite stand on its own in the way “The Pilot” did, but the fact that it was released alongside “The Pilot” worked in its favor, since both episodes give us a good ground to establish what this show is looking to do, and hopefully further episodes will follow on that.
I’ve said enough about people who were predisposed to hate the show commenting on this episode, but I wanna say this also: people. We are two episodes in. The show premiered less than a week ago. There isn’t a whole lot of content to draw from to know where it’s going. Be a little more patient.
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(Alex Standall x Reader): Mercy (pt 11)
Summary: After you heard the tapes you broke up with Alex because you thought that he was still in love with Jessica. But when you find out that he tried to commit suicide you take a look back at your relationship and realize you may have made a mistake.
A/N: More DRAMA whooo this was a trip to write
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By the time Alex had finally left your house that night it was late. You’d walked him out to his dad’s car and when you got back up to your room you were ready to just collapse on your bed and go to sleep. You pulled out your phone since you hadn’t looked at it all afternoon and were surprised to see a text from Clay.
Hey, we need to talk can you meet us at Monet’s tomorrow before school?
You stared at the text for a moment, trying to figure out what Clay could possibly need to talk to you about but figured he wasn’t going to let it go anytime soon so you just responded telling him you’d be there before passing out.
When you woke up the next morning you got ready as quickly as possible and made your way over to Monet’s. When you go there Clay, Justin, and Jess were already sitting at a table deep in conversation.
You walk over to their table but they don’t notice you until you’re looking over Jess’ shoulder and see some polaroids on the table in front of her.
“Jesus Christ, is that Bryce and Chloe?” You ask.
“(Y/N),” Clay says as he looks up at you, clearly surprised, causing you to realize that you maybe weren’t supposed to see those.
“What’s going on?” You ask slowly as you sit down next to Jess.
“We-uh-we broke into the Clubhouse last night. We found a bunch of polaroids, apparently, they take them of everyone who goes in there, and we found these,” Clay tells you, gesturing to the photos of Bryce and Chloe.
“You have photos of him raping her?” You ask incredulously, “Well, this is good, right? Can those be used in the case?”
“Yeah, but we need Chloe to testify that she was unconscious when it happened if we want to have any chance to take down Bryce.”
“You want to tell her that it happened and them ask her to testify about it?” You ask as you stare at him like he’s insane (because he is).
“It’s the only way. We need to stop Bryce and the others like him so that there aren’t more Chloe’s.”
“You’re insane,” You mutter as you glance between Justin and Clay, “But I still don’t get why this has anything to do with me? I’m not exactly friends with Chloe.”
“That’s uh… not why we asked you to come here,” Clay replies after a moment as he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, “There was one of you in the box, do you remember this?” He asks as he hands you the picture of you sitting on the dusty old couch, a dazed smile on your face, drink in hand, with Monty’s arm draped over your shoulder.
“Um, I remember going to the party, it was a post-game celebration, the guys all said I had to come and Zach took me,”
“Wait- Zach took you?” Clay asks you slowly.
“Yeah, he said the guys get crazy so he said he’d look after me, but what does this have to do with anything? You don’t think...”
“Do you remember anything else from that night? Do you remember the picture being taken?”
“We got there and everyone was partying, Bryce and Monty just kept giving me drink after drink, I think I smoked a little, after that I blacked out. I don’t remember anyone taking my picture, I never let people take my picture at parties. Zach told me the next morning that he’d taken me home when I got too drunk, that nothing happened, I just fell asleep on his couch.”
“Do you think that’s true? I mean, look at Chloe…there are countless picture of girls in similar situations,” Clay points out
“You think I got raped? Fuck, Clay,” You hiss at him before pausing to think for a moment, “I...I’m gonna go talk to Zach.” You tell them as you swipe the polaroid picture off of the table before standing up and walking out of the coffee shop.
When you got to school you were still fuming.
“Zach, we need to talk,” You tell him sharply as you walk up to him in the cafeteria where he’s eating breakfast.
“Hey,” He says as he looks up at you, before he sees your facial expression, “Are you okay? Is it about yesterday.”
“No,” You reply quickly before sitting down, “It’s about this,” You tell him as you the Polaroid down on the table in front of him.
“So Clay gave this to you?”
“What?”
“I’m the one who helped him find the polaroids, I thought that they might help him get Bryce and all those guys.”
“Okay, so do you want to tell me what happened that night?”
“(Y/N), I swear to god nothing happened, I told you the truth I promise, you get wasted so I took you home, I would never lie to you about anything like that.”
You rub your hands up and down your face as you exhale deeply, “I’m sorry, it’s just… with Jess and now Chloe and all the others, I just wasn’t sure what to think.”
“It’s totally fair, I shouldn’t have even let you come, it’s bad enough that they pressure girls to get drunk and high, but what they do after that… I’m a coward for not saying anything this whole time.”
“You’re just wanted to play baseball, you can’t beat yourself up for not trying to dismantle a whole misogynistic system.”
“But I could have stopped a lot of terrible things from happening.”
“You can’t think like that.” You protest, “We need to focus on the present, how we can help change things for the future.”
He nods and stares at his feet for a moment before speaking again, “I’m going to quit the team.”
“Y-you’re gonna do what?” You sputter out. Of all of the things Zach could have told you at that moment, this was one of the most unlikely one of all.
“I’m going to quit. I don’t want to be a part of all of this anymore, I’m not going to just let Bryce and the others get away with stuff like this. I’m gonna draw the line.” “I’ll still have basketball, I’ll just focus more on that next year.”
“I can’t say I won’t be happy to see you never talk to most of those guys ever again.”
“It’s what’s best for everyone.” He replies with a shrug, causing you to grin. You picked a great best friend.
“Go get em,” You tell him as you pound him on the back.
And so after that intense conversation, you texted Jess and Clay to let them know that nothing happened. Jess replied to tell you she was going to talk to Chloe and needed you as back up so you met her outside of the study lounge, where Chloe usually was this time of day.
“You ready for this?” You ask her as you walk over to where she’s standing, waiting for you.
“Yeah, I’m just glad you’re here for support,” Jess tells you.
“I don’t know if I’m the best person to come to for that,” You tell her.
“You’re one of the most understanding people I’ve met. I mean, Nina gets me because she’s been through it, but you… you’re just nice enough to listen to me and trust what I want.”
“So then, let’s go…” You say as you awkwardly gesture to the door. Not sure how to be upbeat about ruining someone’s life with information like this.
When the two of you walked into the study lounge she looked up and rolled her eyes, “What do you want?” Chloe asks, clearly already annoyed by your presence.
“We heard you walked out of court today while Bryce was on the stand.” You reply.
“Look, I know you’re the one who crossed out all that bullshit about me in the stall. Why?” Jess asks.
“Because you were on the squad. I wanted to protect you.” Chlor replies as if it’s obvious.
“I’d already quit by then,” Jess points out.
“Do you remember going to a place called the clubhouse?” You ask her, trying to get back on track.
Chloe sighs as if to say, ‘Of course I have, who do you think I am?’
“This is going to be hard to look at okay?” Jess says gently as she pulls out the polaroids and gingerly hands them to Chloe.
“Do you remember this happening?” You ask her. As you watch her eyes widen as she looks at the images in front of her.
“You don’t remember, do you?” Jess asks as Chloe starts to cry.
“Why would he do this?” Chloe chokes out.
Jess glances over at you before replying, “Because… he’s a bad guy. He’s sick. He’s gone this to me, you, and who knows who else. And he takes pictures. Or in my case push them up on a whiteboard at school.”
“Oh god, Jess. I never… I thought those pictures would scare you into not calling out Bryce on the stand,” Chloe says as she looks up through her tear stained lashes.
“Wait you put them up?” Jess asks, clearly surprised.
“I’m so sorry,” Chloe offers.
“What else have you done?” You ask her as you share a glance with Jess. Was Chloe the one threatening all of you this whole time?
“It was just the pictures. I just wanted to believe the rumors about you were true. God, he fucking lied to me.”
“Do you want to do something about it?” You ask her after a moment.
You had just finished relaying the events of the say so far to Alex as you were walking down the hallway between classes when you and Alex hear a commotion up ahead. The two of you pushed through the crowd to see that the boys are all fighting
Before you can even react Alex starts walking into the middle of it
“Alex!” You screamed after him but he was already beating on Monty with his cane. Before you could realize what was happening Monty has Alex slammed against the lockers before throwing him down on the ground as you watched in horror.
“You guys are fucking idiots, you know that right?” You tell the boys as they come barreling out of detention, nearly running you over in the process.
“Clay said that we should meet them at court,” Zach tells you as the tree of you walk to his car.
“How’d they get out early? I saw them walk past a while ago.” You ask as you get into the car.
“Justin convinced the coach to let them leave, I’m still not really sure how it worked,” Alex tells you.
“So… are you guys okay?” You ask after a moment, glancing at Alex. The both took some nasty hits and with Alex already having a hard time you were concerned.
“I’m fine,” Alex says quickly before glancing back at where you’re sitting in the back seat and giving you a reassuring smile.
“You lost them?!” Jess hisses as you all stand in the courthouse lobby.
“Jesus. Keep your voice down,” Justin replies.
“What the fuck, Justin,” Zach says.
Justin glances around at you defensively, “Bryce took them.”
“Look, we’ll get them back,” Clay tells you all.
“How? How are we gonna get them back?” You ask as your cross your arms over your chest before you all see Chloe coming down the steps.
You’re not allowed in the courtroom because you still have to testify so you sit outside on one of the benches waiting for the others to come out and tell you what happened.
When they all file out you can tell it didn’t go well. Once they tell you what Chloe said you can’t help but sigh.
“Fuck, nothing I say is going to matter,” You mutter as you rub your hands over your face.
“Hey, hey, it’s going to be okay, you’re gonna do great tomorrow,” Alex says as he wraps your arms around you.
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minty and anything fantasy like witches faires werewolves go wild reach for the stars, once again this is one of my top parts of december you make my commute less terrible keep doing you!!!
Not to brag, but Monty is a supernatural magnet.
This isn’t a self-assessment; his mother took him to a magi when he was a kid and had him checked. She thought he might be a supernatural being himself, given how much trouble he got into, but the magi looked him over, did a few tests, and said that he was a human, just one with an abnormally strong spiritual energy that would draw in supernatural entities.
People used to be jealous about it, especially when he was a kid. They’d go on a hike for school, and Monty would be swarmed by pixies and spirits. He’d go swimming and get hippocamps and undines butting up against his legs, wanting to make friends. From the outside, he gets why it seems cool; most people go their whole lives without getting to pet a unicorn, and Monty just takes it for granted that he can do it basically whenever he wants.
But there are downsides, too. He has to be careful to not get dragged into the woods or under the water, to make sure nothing does him any harm in its enthusiasm. And he knows he’s, well, appealing. Even to rational supernatural creatures. Every time someone is hitting on him, he has to ask if they’re human, and if they’re not, he dutifully explains that he’s a magnet, and they’re drawn to him because of some odd coincidence of genetics.
By the time he’s out of college, he’s mostly used to it. It’s something he has to deal with, a serious but not fatal condition that requires monitoring and planning, but doesn’t impact his life about 90% of the time. His apartment is full of magical pets who have adopted him, but his landlord is cool with it, and every time he goes to a bar a vampire or a werewolf or a siren will hit on him, but once he explains what’s going on they either lose interest or don’t care and want to hook up anyway, and either outcome works for Monty. He does have more weird sidequests in his life than he thinks most people do, but that’s cool too. If a random supernatural creature wants his help to reunite it with its owner or find its way back to his family, he’s down. It’s nice to have projects.
So when the dog starts following him, he doesn’t really think anything of it. He doesn’t even notice at first; Clarke has to point it out.
“There’s a dog trying to get your attention.”
“Just a regular dog?”
She frowns. “As opposed to?”
“I don’t know, a grim or a kitsune or a werewolf.”
He can see her thinking, and he assumes she’s trying to remember where they are in the lunar cycle. She’s in medical school to become a magi, so she needs to care about these things. Monty does his best, but he always loses track.
“Definitely not a werewolf, wrong time of month. It just looks like a dog to me.”
Monty glances back himself. The dog is mid-to-large, retriever- or lab-sized, with a dark, shaggy coat and no collar.
“It has to be something,” he says, frowning.
Clarke smiles. “There’s no way a dog is just following you?”
“Based on everything I have ever experienced? No. There’s no way a normal dog is following me. That’s some kind of magic dog, we just have to figure out what kind.”
“We?” she asks, which is valid. He likes Clarke, considers her a friend, but she lives next door to him and they walk home together when they’re on the same bus. It’s not really the kind of friendship that involves a lot of working together on projects. He doesn’t actually expect her to provide backup.
“Me and my existing menagerie,” he says. “I’ll barely even notice one more.”
Clarke smiles. “You know, I used to think it would be cool if animals liked me.”
“It is cool,” Monty insists, offering his hand for the dog to sniff. “But it’s kind of a pain too.”
“Well, let me know if you need any help.”
“I thought you weren’t part of this we,” he teases, and she smiles, leaning down to scratch the dog’s ears as his tail starts to wag even harder.
“Maybe a little involved,” she says, and Monty smiles.
“Yeah, it’s hard to resist a face like that. I’ll let you know how it goes.”
*
How it goes turns out to be kind of weirdly. Monty has a system worked out for this shit; he’s practically a professional. But this dog is different. For one thing, he does seem to be just a dog, by all physical indications, but Monty can’t actually believe that. For one thing, the dog is smart. Like, sapient levels of smart. Smarter than some humans Monty has met, and smart in a different way. He doesn’t act like most of the animals Monty has met.
Also, he really likes Clarke. Not that there’s anything wrong with really liking Clarke, but he seems to like Clarke better than Monty which, if not for everything else, would make him suspect he’s just a regular dog.
Clarke’s the one to finally hit on it. “What about transformation?”
The dog’s tail starts thumping, and he pulls his head out of her lap to look at her with beseeching eyes.
“Transformation?”
“Yeah, like–what if he’s a human who got turned into a dog.” He barks, and she laughs. “I think I might have gotten it.”
Monty frowns. “I don’t know if humans who get turned into animals actually like me very much. Not, like–they don’t dislike me, but I don’t know if the magnetism works on them. And he definitely was following me.”
“Us,” Clarke corrects, not unreasonably.
“You think the dog has a thing for you?”
Clarke grins. “You’re not the only special person in the world, Monty.” She scratches the dog’s ears. “I actually know someone who might be able to help, though.”
The dog’s tail is wagging again, and Monty feels his frown deepen.
“I’ve never actually not been the special one before. Is this what it feels like for you all the time?”
“You’re one of the little people now,” she says, and asks the dog, “Do you want to take a walk?”
He does, at least at first. He’s happy to follow them to campus, even seems excited about it, but as soon as Clarke tries to get him into the Crafting Studies building, he won’t go.
Or, more accurately, he seems like he can’t go, like despite his best efforts, he’s just not able to go any closer.
Defeated, he whines at Clarke, and she strokes his ears, soothing. “Can you go in there?” she asks. “Look for Bellamy Blake or Nathan Miller. Their offices are on the second floor. Miller’s probably a better bet, but Bellamy will know where to find him if you can’t.”
“Bellamy Blake, Nathan Miller,” he says, and the dog whines again.
“I know, I’ll stay with you,” Clarke tells him, and he lets out a sigh that does more than anything else to convince Monty he’s a transformed human. It’s a very human sigh.
He hits Bellamy Blake’s office first, but the door is closed, and the mailslot on the front is overflowing. Someone has written, “If found return to Nathan Miller, room 205,” so apparently Clarke’s instincts are good. They’re probably dating.
The door to room 205 is open, and the guy behind the desk is–hot. There is no other word for it, short black hair, neat beard, tapping a pen against the corner of his mouth like he’s thinking hard.
He also feels odd, in a way Monty has never felt before, some weird churning in the pit of his stomach. It’s not bad, just different.
It’s also not important right now; he knocks on the frame of the door, and the guy looks up, smiles, and, yeah. Very hot.
“Hi, are you Nathan Miller?”
“That’s me, yeah. How can I help you?”
“I’m a friend of Clarke Griffin’s, she thought you might be able to help us? We found this dog and–”
“Jesus, thank god. I should have looked for Clarke. Of course he went to her, fucking dumbass.”
Monty opens and closes his mouth, and then settles on, “Did you turn your boyfriend into a dog?” He’s not an expert on witchcraft, but it would explain basically everything.
“My best friend. I was going to change him back, but he had too much magical energy.” At Monty’s frown, he says, “I’m a supernatural repulsor. Usually not a big deal, but transformations involve a lot of magical energy, and it’s all focused on him, so he changed and then got knocked out of the building. And went to find Clarke, I guess.”
“Or me,” says Monty. “I’m a magnet, magical stuff tends to find me. I just happen to know Clarke.”
“Lucky us. Please tell me he wasn’t using the excuse to lick her.”
“No,” says Monty. “If you’re a repulsor, how did you turn him into a dog?”
“He turned himself into a dog, I was there to try to keep it under control. Tamp down on all the magic. Which didn’t work. Fucking dumbass,” he says again, like it’s a treasured nickname. “I’m going to kill him.”
He’s been looking through a cabinet, and now he comes up with a vial of green liquid and offers it to Monty as if he’s supposed to know what it is.
“I’m a computer scientist,” he says. “I honestly have no idea what’s happening. I don’t know much about transformations.”
Miller snorts. “Sorry. Just have him drink that, it should sort him out. Sorry I can’t come with you, but–”
“Repulsor.” He’s heard of them before, but never met one. Then again, he’s never met another magnet either. As powers go, both are pretty uncommon.
“Yeah. It shouldn’t take long for the potion to work, and then he can come here and let me yell at him.”
“That sounds really appealing for him.”
Miller snorts. “Good call.” He checks his watch. “It’s almost quitting time. You know Murphy’s?”
It’s a campus bar; Monty doesn’t work at the university, but he’s close enough that most of his friends do, and he knows most of the hangouts. “Yeah.”
“Meet me there?”
Honestly, this isn’t even one of the weirder things he’s had to do as a magnet. All he has to do is give a dog a vial of medicine. Bellamy probably won’t even fight him.
Plus, the hot guy wants to see him at a bar. There’s no way he’s saying no to that.
“Yeah,” he says. “I’ll probably need a drink.”
*
Clarke and Bellamy are sitting on a bench outside the building, Bellamy’s head in Clarke’s lap, but as soon as he sees Monty he jumps up and runs over.
“I assume you know what you need,” he says, shaking the vial.
“Wow, they didn’t even need to come look?” Clarke asks, surprised. “I figured Bellamy wouldn’t be able to stay away.”
“Yeah, uh–he can’t. Miller says this is him.”
Clarke stares, and the dog looks remarkably guilty, so, yeah. There is going to be some weirdness here. But they should get everyone back to being a human before they sort that out.
“Bellamy?” she asks.
“Is he going to be naked after he takes this? Should we go inside? Miller’s a repulsor, that’s why he can’t get in the building.”
“Seriously, Bellamy, what the fuck,” Clarke says, which is not helpful.
“Look, the hot repulsor warlock said we’d get a drink when this was done, so can we figure it out?” he prompts, and that, at least, distracts her.
“Oh my god, of course Miller is your type. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. Bellamy, are you going to be naked? Bark once for yes, twice for no.” He barks twice, so she nods. “Okay, cool, we’ll go back to our place. You can borrow something of Monty’s. And he can get changed for his date.”
“He didn’t really say it was a date,” Monty protests. He can’t help feeling weird discussing it in front of Bellamy, but he did start it. And Bellamy doesn’t seem to care. “But I guess there’s no harm in dressing like it’s one.”
“That’s the spirit,” says Clarke. “Come on, dick,” she adds, to Bellamy, like dick is a petname she uses often. Apparently Bellamy’s just that kind of guy–all about the affectionate trash talk. “You can change back in my bathroom.”
*
He ends up going to the bar alone. Ostensibly, it’s because Bellamy is afraid of seeing Miller, but Monty suspects it’s more that Bellamy is also really hot and clearly has a thing for Clarke, and was, last time Monty saw, half-naked in Clarke’s living room. He’s assuming Clarke is getting laid, and he’s reporting back to Miller that the potion worked and Bellamy is human again.
Also, ideally he’ll get laid too. At some point.
Miller’s already at Murphy’s when he gets there, sitting at the bar with a beer, and Monty takes a deep breath and joins him, trying to seem–cool. The strange feeling is back in the pit of his stomach, this awareness that he’s hanging out with his polar opposite. Someone who pushes away what he draws in.
“So, I think Clarke and Bellamy are making out.”
“Thank god. If I knew all I had to do to make that happen was turn him into a dog, I would have done it years ago.”
Monty smiles a little. “I feel like I’m missing backstory there.”
“Not good backstory. Sexual tension, pining, and dumbassery, the usual. I’m more curious about you.”
Monty chokes on the air. “Me?”
“Never met a magnet before. I’m curious how we’d fit together.”
It’s so cheesy he has to laugh. “Wow. You’ve had an hour to think about this and that’s the pickup line you came up with? Really?”
Miller shrugs, but he’s smiling too. “Apparently so.”
“You’re lucky I’m curious too,” says Monty. “Can I buy your next drink and we tell weird power stories until we’re ready to make out?”
“Sounds good to me,” says Miller, and Monty has to say, it really, really is.
Not a lot of people can actually claim to have found their other half, but that’s his story, and he’s sticking to it. Because they really do fit together, almost perfectly.
Like it was meant to be.
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Keith Cameron / NME
24.09.1994
After ten years on the road, The Jesus and Mary Chain find themselves in pretty much the same place they've been for years: on licensed premises sitting at a table filled with margaritas and naked dancers. But, reckon Jim and William Reid, the place may be the same but they've moved on. Keith Cameron drinks his fill.
It is across the road from the Moulin Rouge. There appears to be an al fresco Ann Summers party in full swing just next door. And our chosen late-night Parisian refreshment stop rejoices under the name Lili La Tigresse.
Yet the ultimate piece of circumstantial evidence confirming that this is not the place to come for a quiet lager top and quick game of dominoes hangs above the bar, in the form of a trapeze, a young woman of insufficient dress straddles it and begins to swing extravagantly. Her stilettoed feet come within inches of grazing the startled features of one Mr Jim Reid.
Well "Hey! Hey! Hey!", as the man himself has been won't to utter on many an occasion over the past ten years. What more could you want from a Paris rendezvous avec le Jesus et Mary Chain? There are frozen margaritas on tap, dodgy-looking heavies in every corner and the naked chicks are said to "do" "it" "all night long". Pretty soon we'll hit the sidewalk take ourselves to the dirty part of town; you know the place, where all our troubles can't be found. Whaddya say, Jim? Jim?? Hey Jim, where ya goin'?!
"Gotta get some kip. 'Night."
Aw! Never mind, here's William. Yo William! Have a seat, have a drink, lets talk about the last time you were here and got chased out of town by the local vice squad in cahoots with a gang of machete-wielding LSD-crazed nuns.
"Aye, I went to the Highlands for my summer holidays last year. Fuckin' rained every day. Hey, did you just see a girl with no clothes on dancing on the bar just now? Anyway where was I? Oh yeah, the ferry to Skye was a bit choppy, though..."
The Jesus & Mary Chain are growing up so gracefully that their unrelenting progress is hard to believe. Some would say this is just as well. We are ten years since they stuck a pointy boot through the ear of a nation and screamed "Fuck" for 20 minutes before trashing the joint and still getting home in time to cop as much sulphate as they could before maw and paw came home from bingo. It's not pipe and slippers time yet but we can forgive them for at least beginning to consider acting their age.
Even in a dodgy bar in Paris at two in the morning...
This ten year-year tour of duty in rock's field of dreams has seen the brothers Reid resolutely ploughing the same furrow, against the odds and expectations of others, unearthing different ways to say much the same old things. "Fuck with me and I'll fuck with you / Isn't that what we're supposed to do / Kick me down and I will kick you too," sings Jim on 'Dirty Water', a new Jesus & Mary Chain song. "But you break me in two / And you throw me away / Knock me on my back / I'll send a heart attack," sang the same man on 'You Trip Me Up', a ten-year old Jesus & Mary Chain song.
To the band's detractors, the fact that either lyric could conceivably fit in either song proves that the Mary Chain are a pair of con-men, desperately flogging their one trick pony 'til the poor beast can take no more. OK, so the early song was soused with feedback while its junior sibling bathes in a soothing acoustic balm – no matter, both are cut from the same starry-eyed cloth.
Of course, claim the fully-paid up Chain-holders, this is the whole point. Rock'n'roll's corpse has been exhumed and defiled so often that nothing truly new of worth is ever likely to emerge. What makes The Jesus and Mary Chain so remarkable is that through persistently drawing upon the same chords, the same words, the same obsessions – they manage to continually reinvent themselves as a slightly but subtly different version of the old model, and still succeed in being unique. For, as much as they sound like other bands, no other band sounds quite like the Mary Chain.
It really is ten years, then. Ten years of proving that the rule book need never be purchased, let alone read and its strictures followed. Compared with their contemporaries only the Mary Chain have enjoyed continuous chart success allied with critical acclaim. Primal Scream's star might have shone brighter at times but at others it's resembled a black hole. Ironically, in view of their early hell-raising activities, the Mary Chain have assumed the role of rebel rock's dependable elder statesmen. This month's new jacks come, last year's young things slip into oblivion, but Jim and William just keep on playin' their song.
How much longer they are inclined to do so seems the not unreasonable topic for discussion this morning after the night before. Reeling from the dual impact of hangovers and a day-long interview schedule, both Jim, in his 33rd year, and 36-year-old William betray the haunted look of men for whom this business long ceased to be a respectable occupation.
"It feels like it's getting hard to deal with as the years go on," considers William. " 'Cos I think the business side of it it getting less and less interesting. Making records, writing songs is just brilliant. It's brilliant to be able to do that and it's good to be good at it. But the rest of the stuff it's appeal is wearing thin. To be honest, for me it was only the first five months being in the group that was any real fun, and after that it seemed a chore."
"I still like touring, though," adds Jim. "I still like seeing new places, still like to get around. I mean, I'd rather be sitting in Paris talking, than some shithole in London."
The Mary Chain are in Paris not just to shoot the breeze with a chorus line of earnest local hacks. Last night they had performed live for only the second time with their latest out-of-studio line-up, following a bizarre liggers-only set at Soho's sleezemungous Madame Jo-Jo's the previous month. Joining guitarist Ben Lurie, who has been part of the set-up for five years now and is therefore eligible to sit in on interviews, are bassist Lincoln Fong (Moose) and former Curve drummer Steve Monti, who as well as hoping to make the Mary Chain his new regular seat of employment is also currently a Blockhead. "Great fun," he says of working with the venerable Mr Dury, Curve, he says, felt like playing with U2. And this lot? "Well it doesn't feel like U2, put it that way."
The performance for French national radio's The Black Session – hosted by Bernard Lenoir, whose fierce enthusiasm and avuncular appearance result in him routinely being dubbed "the French John Peel" – was by the band's own admission "rusty" but proved them still capable of bristling the neck hairs when it counts. Moreover, in front of a rapt audience it served as a graphic demonstration that outside their own country at least the Mary Chain are still very much regarded as mythical rock'n'roll outlaws.
At home, however, it's different. Or that's how the Reid brothers perceive matters, certainly. The generally cool critical reception meted out to the new 'Stoned and Dethroned' album seems to have confirmed their opinion of Britain as a fickle place that refuses to accord them their deserts but instead views them as a faintly comical cabaret act.
"This record's been reviewed all over the world but it's been reviewed particularly fucking nastily in Britain," says William. "It's like it's the worst record in the world. I wish I could have somehow released the record without our name on it, as if it was by a new band, 'cos I'm sure it would have been seen differently. I'm sure it would. But no, it's The Jesus & Mary Chain and we've got a lot to live up to."
"There seems to be no way we can win," sighs Jim. "You make a record with loud guitars and it's like (tuts)'Mary Chain, still got that feedback thing...'You make a record without feedback and it's, (tuts) 'Mary Chain, softening getting old..."
Such are the problems of having made one of the landmark albums of the 1980s – people will always insist on remembering it. But aren't you proud of the fact that you carry this baggage around with you, that you made such an impact on the national pop psyche that people maintain these preconceptions?
"I think I would be if it wasn't such a fuckin' albatross around our neck," says William. "We do get a lot of respect outside Britain. We're seen as an important band. But in Britain it's totally different, we're just a bunch of old fuckin' has-beens... Which is not true. Yeah, the baggage we should really be proud of, but when you read a review of your record you don't wanna hear about 'Psychocandy'. That was almost ten fuckin' years ago. We're different people and we cannae make that music. We've done it, we've done it as best we could and we moved on. And I think we've kept moving on."
So how would you prove to someone that you weren't an old has-been?
William: "I'd say listen to our new record. This record's pretty mellow, it's quiet. But it's no' because you get to a certain age and then all of a sudden realise, 'Oh, I don't know how to make noise'. It's just because we wanted to make this record. We recorded the (decidedly un-acoustic) 'Sound Of Speed EP' at the same fuckin' time."
Jim: "I wouldn't even try. It's ludicrous. Anybody that thinks it can never really be convinced otherwise."
If only bands were somehow incapable of reading their own reviews. Despite the fact that their records sell more than respectably, Jim and William's assessment of their esteem in Britain appears entirely based on what the press has said about them. This goes a long way to explaining why it's been over two-and-a-half years since they toured this country and why they have no plans to do so again for the foreseeable future (though they're off to the USA soon for six weeks). Which in turn might have something to do with why one of the bands that supported them on that last Rollercoaster tour – Blur – are a considerably hotter property than the Mary Chain at this present moment.
As they are no doubt aware, making good records is not necessarily enough. But if that is the only aspect of being in a band that gives them any joy then why bother with the rest?
"Unfortunately," says William, heaving a gargantuan sigh, "we are not in a grand economic situation. We're no' rich. Our records don't sell millions. So to maintain the sales we've got to do the interviews and photo sessions and 'travel the world'..." He spits the words out like someone has laced his mineral water with prune juice.
"He says Paris is as good a place as any to be," nodding across at his brother. "I don't think so. I don't want to be in Paris right now. There's other places I'd like to be right now and people I'd like to be with. This is my work. And the reason I say I love songwriting is 'cos it never feels like a job. It's a pleasure. The rest of it's abstract. I wonder what would happen if we never did it, never spoke to people, never did photo sessions, TV interviews..."
"I imagine," counsels Ben, "that people would think we're a bunch of snotty bastards."
"But people already think we're a bunch of snotty bastards!" yells William.
Couldn't you afford to give it a try? How well off are you?
"We're no' poor. But if we stopped making records we could be poor. If we suddenly gave up we couldn'ae easily survive."
"I had to fire my butler last week," Jim deadpans. "Caught him stealing the last hundred quid out of my safe."
In many ways, Jim and William are ill-suited for life in this, the fifth decade of that multi-formatted, superannuated behemoth known as Rock (Inc). Despite their artful manipulation of video imagery they are deeply uncomfortable in front of any type of camera lens. Nor are they the most natural live performers in the world, which led to a notably traumatic experience on the second Lollapalooza tour in 1992.
William: "It was the most soul-destroying experience I've ever had in the group."
Jim: "Going on at four in the afternoon in broad daylight, it's not what the Mary Chain's about at all. And then there was all the backstage bullshit with everybody talking about guitars and having this wild great time...We shouldn't have been there. We thought it was gonna be more like a European festival on the road, and we get there and it's 4pm with a bunch of American kids sitting there waiting for the Red Hot Chili Peppers. You're playing your heart out and there's silence. Ten weeks' worth. It was hellish."
"It's happening to Nick Cave this year," adds William. "He's stiffing badly. When we play live there's got to be a certain mystery to the show, because we're not the greatest showbiz performers, and the same with him. When you see Nick Cave you wanna see him in darkness with a bit of smoky atmosphere. Broad daylight in Oklahoma just isn'ae sexy!
"Lollapalooza was an exercise in hypocrisy, the whole thing. The philosophy behind it was freaks, weirdos and outsiders get together and let's all be free. But backstage we kept to ourselves and instead of letting us be free about that people got fucked off with it. It was supposedly a celebration of freaks and weirdos but we weren't allowed to be freakish or weird."
Perhaps unsurprisingly then, the Mary Chain turned down the offer to play the great celebration of freakish weirdosity and 13-dollar pizza that was Woodstock 2 ("it sounded tacky," sniffs William, "and it was!"). Can it really be that after ten years they still find the most fundamental aspects of being in a rock'n'roll group problematic?
"I think we've settled down a bit," says Jim. "We don't fuck up as much as we used to, 'cos the whole situation was a lot more intimidating at the beginning. We just didn't think we were good enough. We believed in the songs but presenting the songs to an audience scared the shit out of us. So we used to get really shitfaced before we went onstage and there was always some incredible fuckup gonna happen. These days it's a lot more relaxed and it seems to be in front of people who want hear the music and accept it any way you give it to them."
See? They've always wanted to be a regular band. Which perhaps hits the nerve as to why when some people listen to 'Stoned and Dethroned' and hear the groovy swing of Jim's duet with Hope Sandoval or the Drifteresque hand-jive of new single 'Come On' they maybe think, "This is nice but..." In conquering the demons that once led to their shows being so singularly chaotic, the Mary Chain succeeded in removing much of the excitement.
"That might be true," ponders Jim, "but it's easy to be exciting onstage. You could walk onstage with a gun and shoot a dog. That's exciting, but so what? There's more to what we do than sheer in your face excitement, that's only one element, a small element, to what a band should be about. So OK, we don't walk onstage and fall over, you lose something if you don't do that. But I think what you gain from not doing that is more important. Excitement is easy, you just walk on with a road drill and destroy the stage. But anybody can do it. And if that's what you're into buy a road drill and a stage and do it yourself!"
Every revolution eventually assumes the robes of the regime it succeeded. But maybe The Jesus And Mary Chain were never the revolutionaries some of us took them to be in the first place. And it might well be that they're getting tired of being misunderstood.
"I'm sure there's gonna be an end to The Jesus & Mary Chain." Says William, "and sometimes it feels like it's right around the corner. Right after Lollapalooza I was thinking, 'I don't want to do this'. Same with him – you go through phases where you just want to stop it."
"I think recently I've felt it could finish," nods Jim. "Whereas before we've just kinda talked about it. It seems more real now. I can actually imagine life without the Mary Chain. These days I could easily do it. Sometimes you just wonder, 'Is this worth it? I could do something else with my time."
Such as?
"I'd still like to make music but just not within this band. It's just the fact that we've been doing this for years and years and years and years. And you like to see there's some kind of progress in terms of people listening to your music, and sometimes we get really frustrated. You play the same clubs as you played in 1985...It's a thought."
And one they seem reasonably preoccupied with at the moment. The previous evening, oblivious to the theatrics at Lili La Tigresse, William had expounded at length and with utter enthusiasm about the simple pleasures of music, of picking up a guitar and writing a song, purely for his own enjoyment. He'd said he writes maybe 40 or 50 a year, of which maybe eight are deemed worthy of recording ("ten, if you're lucky"). As the margaritas kicked in, your correspondent blithely predicted that they'd write ten more classics to shut the doubters up. Suddenly, William Reid's ebullience melted away.
"We might. We might...Remember when you went from primary school to high school? They're just one summer apart but it's like moving from complete innocence to total cynicism and world-weariness. That's what the music business is like. We're hard. We started out and we thought we were soft as shite but we've been here for ten years now and we're hard. We've seen a lot and we've changed. Sometimes it's best not to know certain things."
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1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? more cereal2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? not @ all3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? tissues, napkins, sticky notes, random cuts of notebook paper4: how do you take your coffee/tea? two-four sugars w creamer or 1/2 n 1/2 (tea)5: are you self-conscious of your smile? not after i got braces6: do you keep plants? no7: do you name your plants? 8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? idk the only art i do is in photography, and i try to do dark/spooky shit.. it doesnt have a meaning9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? yes10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? side 11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends? i dont rly have a friends group, less drama that way12: what's your favorite planet? smth has always intrigued me abt mars13: what's something that made you smile today? lars (:14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? idc it's somewhere to live.. we can fix it up if we have the money. if so, i would prob have a bunch of shit everywhere lmao15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! it says language programming ??16: what's your favorite pasta dish? some plain old penne/rigatoni w red gravy, but it has to be GOOD red gravy .. none of that ragu/preggo shit17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? black and it already is dyed that color, but i do want to experiment a bit and get few pieces red18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. JESUS.. these are endless... once i RLY had to pee, and i was @ school. it was after school hrs. my friend and i were waiting for the game to start. all the doors were locked up @ the school. i think they took out the portapotty from outside, so i said to my friend, "let's go to the lower field" (we have an upper and lower field idk what other schools have lmao) despite it saying there are cameras down there (which IK for sure bc i've seen the computer w the school cameras, and there are ones surveilling the fields), i peed. in 8th grade during lunch, this girl pissed me the fuck off. i can't remember what she did, but i picked up her sandwich and threw it to the ground.another time in 8th grade during gym, my friends and i were fooling around during a fitness walk (walk thru the trail surrounded by woods oooo). i was yelling "IN DA GREENZ" bc i was a rly weird kid, and now we bring it up whenever we see bushes. OKAY lasT memORYYY in 8th grade, i was on the soccer team. i sucked @ it... the ball was coming to me, and i tried to kick it. instead of kicking it, my foot went on top of the ball resulting in my fall19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? i used to keep a journal. last winter was the most recent journal i'd had, and my guidance counselor purchased it for me. i was going thru a rly hard time, and it was an outlet from that. after the winter ended, i never felt the need to write in it again.. it hasnt gotten that bad20: what's your favorite eye color? lars' eye color21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. 22: are you a morning person? depends... if my sleeping schedule is just like that, I LOVE WAKING UP IN THE MORNING. if i don't usually, then no fuck it lmao23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? literally nothing, but i do that when i have obligations... i get to it @ some point24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? lars25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? i've broken into my friend's house and my own. breaking into my friend's house wasn't rly that weird. i was out of it bc i had hardly gotten sleep the previous night. i also had permission lmao it wasn't as if i just went in. my friend had forgotten her key. breaking into my own house was actually bizarre ...26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? i usually wear my docs, but i switch out. before getting my docs, i wore my all black vans W LITERALLY EVERYTHING. the only time i wouldnt was when i wore a light outfit, which wasnt often bc 98% of the time i wear all black27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor? i don't chew gum. it has aspartame, which is literally poison28: sunrise or sunset? i haven't seen a sunset since i was a child, and i want to definitely see it again29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? monty is my lover30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? yes31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. socks are good. if you wear them in the cold months around the house, you are less susceptible to sickness. they also work well when you wear them w most shoes bc they prevent sweat. lars take notes (; i love wearing weird socks. i love socks. i usually never match socks bc no one will see them?? if i wear a black sock, i try to match w another black sock tho. i do sleep w socks in the cold months. otherwise, my feet would freeze. sometimes i wear multiple socks in the summer to keep my feet warm. i do wear white socks sometimes32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. i wasn't w my friends, but i found a drunken man in my rm after 3am on st. patricks day two yrs ago33: what's your fave pastry? cannoli34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? i kept this one stuffed animal who was a girl. she had blonde braids, and i used to kiss her on the lips when no one was looking. i knew it was weird bc she wasn't real. i also used to pretend i was fucking her... it was a weird childhood. idk where she is now35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? I LOVE PENS!!!! okay im going to sound like a weirdo.. i only love certain kinds. i hate cheap ass pens. my fav pens are the ones that u click on the bottom to get the tip bc the clicking helps me concentrate. it's also fun to just click it. i haven't used a clicky one in awhile bc i bought myself pentels. i love pentels as well bc they come in nice colors, and i rly like the cap for it. i like pens that come from certain companies bc it looks like i've been somewhere.. maybe i have? i've gotten free pens from places and some of them i just found w that lettering lmao 36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now? nine inch nails (:37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? dont care as long as ik where everything is. my parents call it messy, but i call it my peace38: tell us about your pet peeves! i hate when ppl put things back where they don't belong. idk i dont keep track of this shit39: what color do you wear the most? black40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you? none41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving? 1984 by george orwell42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! starbucks LMAO43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? no one44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? the last time i was w lars45: do you trust your instincts a lot? yes46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. idk47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? high fructose corn syrup48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? idr what it was then, but now it's getting raped.. ive had this fear since i was 14 i think49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? i dont usually buy that shit50: what's an odd thing you collect? wristbands.. i like to say i've been places51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? lars , peach // the front bottoms52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? the yr just started, bUT I LOVE IAN'S (IDUBZZZZ) VIDEO OF "I HAVE CRIPPLING DEPRESSION"53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? i want to see rocky horror picture show. i've seen heathers, beetlejuice, and pulp fiction. i love heathers and beetlejuice. i didn't understand pulp fiction entirely, but that could be bc i was spammed by a gc while watching it54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? idk55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point? idk56: what are some things you find endearing in people? smile57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? i never realized that this song sounds like five mini songs put together... i did reenact them in my head58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? nonexistent lol59: what's your favorite myth? black eyed children60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? anything from edgar allan poe61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received? idk i hate getting gifts i'd rather give them, but i don't usually give them bc i never have money when it's time62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? ORANGE!63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? no64: what color is the sky where you are right now? grey65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with? lars66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? idk67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? i have SAD soooo68: what's winter like where you live? FUCKING HORRIBLE, but it's worse in other places69: what are your favorite board games? ive been missing guess who? lately70: have you ever used a ouija board? no, but my math teacher says u have to make it from a certain wood and put a spell on it for it to work... too much work 😩71: what's your favorite kind of tea? lipton lemon!!!!!72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? i try to note everything down, but sometimes i can remember things w/o writing them down73: what are some of your worst habits? staying in bed for too long74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. bye75: tell us about your pets! i have a dog, and she's old af lmao i never rly liked her idk i hate dogs76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't? homework and probably calling up my new job to see when i have to go in.. cant be arsed.. 77: pink or yellow lemonade? pink78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? FANCLUB!!! (:79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?lars gave me cute cat headphones80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? white.. i didn't choose it81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. i can't rn82: are/were you good in school? i made it into university, so i guess so83: what's some of your favorite album art? the devin n god are raging inside of me // brand new .. cant think of many in particular84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? one in remembrance of my friend who died and a full sleeve85: do you read comics? what are your faves? no86: do you like concept albums? which ones? YES YES YESSSS MANSON 'S CONCEPTS R SO GOOD (: 87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? idk88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? i just rly like frida kahlo89: are you close to your parents? no90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. i want to visit/live in philly so badly ):91: where do you plan on traveling this year? texas92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? i only put a little fresh mozz on it if there is quite a bit93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most? i just wear my hair the same everyday94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? lars95: what are your plans for this weekend? none96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? omfg i had 20 or so awaiting updates last summer that i had to finally do bc it was fucking up my computer97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? what98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? i dont hike99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. NOBODY'S PERFECT BY HANNAH MONTANA100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? 5 yrs into the future.. why would i want to relive the last 5 yrs of life ?? idk im just fine living w my past mistakes.. they've shaped me
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Bath Blog
Today is the beginning of FunFreeFeb. I was just going to give up Facebook (Facebook Free February! I like alliteration) but then I decided to try no meat, booze, or (animal) milk and its derivatives. Sure, it's only 28 days. Or maybe I'll never want some of those things again? Who knows? And maybe FunFreeFeb is a misnomer. Maybe I don't need any of those things, to have fun... (and there are plenty of other social media. And fish. And eggs.)
It seemed a bit negative to just Give Things Up, though. Hence me writing the blog. In the bath. More alliteration. I could try and draw a picture every day, too, but I'm much slower, at drawing. I'm terrible at finishing them.
I'm writing this on my phone, using Swype. I used to think it was strange that we weren't taught how to type at school, but perhaps, like shorthand, it will die out, as it is now unnecessary. (Shorthand is a beautiful thing; yet I don't know anyone under 50 who can do it). Now we can just talk at our phones (they even understand Belfast accents, now! Mostly.)
Or we can run our fingers over their clever screens. I love Swype. I love how trying to type a word on a mobile phone has changed over the years. These days, there is no chance I'll get accidentally called Snow, or Pony. Technology has moved on, and Swype is here! I think perhaps I can Swype as fast as I can talk? Though it always needs fixed... I had to fix 2 words in that last sentence. And I love how, even if you randomly make shapes on the letters, it'll still make words. Accidental poetry. I shall demonstrate:
“Esbjerg ankh wants policy was TV oh es hi Slaidburn proud word ahead omagh puri please ward ugh our weds.”
Beautiful. Hahaha.
It's like that "game" you can play with pressing the predictions of your mobile phone. I shall demonstrate, once again: (this is a relatively new phone; I haven't actually tried this on it, yet. I'll do the middle button, first):
“and then I can use it to message and call you tomorrow to confirm the time for the interview on the phone at the same time as I am currently working on the same size as the one I sent you a couple of days ago and have attached it again so you can see what you have done so far and I hope you can help me with the kids and my mum all said thank you very much for the lovely presents you gave me yesterday and the kids are at home and it's really hard to get a job as they are you going to the cinema to complicate things with you and the kids are at home with you and the kids are at home with you...”
Eventually, it starts to loop.
Here is the left button:
“15...”
Is that it?! I wonder if it's because of the colon? I'll try without it
“is the first time last wk years of my head really hurt me and the kids were a little nervous and I have to go to work in the black area and have to go to work in the black area...”
Hmm. I DO have to work in the black area, tonight! And finally! The right button (can you still call them buttons?):
“the same time to say the first one in a couple weeks or weeks after that one of my cold ones has gone through and they will be missing something in a couple weeks to be a bouncer and I will not have to pay the bills in full in September or July next week and they said that the right one would get a taxi from a place in which I will not pay the bills until after midnight on Friday as I will have to go back for my shift on Friday was due for renewal at a later stage in my car and the car insurance is a complete and no deal yet as I'm currently away from home until after Christmas so hopefully I'll have enough to get a few more weeks notice before we go off for work but we have to wait until next month to pay for our first trip next year so I'll be working in a couple out for the first week and a couple weeks away to stay for the next couple weeks for my family to be a bouncer friend for the first week and a couple weeks away to be in touch sooner as I'm working at 6pm am for a couple weeks...”
Jesus. I got bored of pressing it. Don't think it's ever gonna loop. I could do left - middle - right, but perhaps I should wash my hair and get out of the bath, instead? And stop writing the most boring blog post EVER!? Na, fuck it, here we go, last one:
“I am not a late license for all of us so please help me with this as soon as possible please so that I wasn't when he is going to be in the office for a few days and is going to see if I can do...”
Right. That's enough. If this was a Monty Python sketch, a policeman in a tutu would come and make me desist.
Until tomorrow, then...
1st February 2019
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