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Surprising No One

Are we still doing things for phantomrose96‘s ‘it’s not gay if he’s dead’ thing TOO LATE DID IT ANYWAY

Tucker clinically scrolled through his phone as he noisily sipped from his mixed soda-fountain concoction. “It’s official, dude: half of the school wants to jump your bones.”

Danny slammed his head on their usual booth’s table. “This is it. This is what finally destroys me. Move over Ghost King, it’s my real nemesis: necrophilic memes.” 

Homoerotic necrophillic memes,” Tucker corrected him.

Thank you, Tucker.”

“I got ya, dude,” he went back to his phone and noisy straw sucking.

“I’m honestly surprised something like this didn’t happen sooner,” Sam said. “You’ve been flying around in a skintight black jumpsuit for the past three years saving a bunch of hormonal teenagers like a real-life superhero. What did you think was going to happen?”

“I dunno. A fan club, some webcomics, girls with my face on their shirts? I wasn’t really thinking of that in the middle of stopping all the murder-happy ghosts trying to- wait is my jumpsuit really that tight?”

Sam told Tucker. “Break it to him gently.”

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Awesome (Really Awesome)

Okay so this is for bellarkerevolution because this little idea happened upon me and she told me I should act on my urge to write it. And being the utter peice of garbage that I am, I did. So yeah. This kind of got away from me and what was originally supposed to be a sweet lil drabble turned into a really dorky almost 3k word ficlet. I AM SO BAD AT SMUT PLEASE DON’T LAUGH AT ME TALIA I TOLD YOU I WAS TERRIBLE


Summary: Clarke and Bellamy’s first time. Literally ever. Because the “losing it to each other and being complete dorks about it” trope is my fave. 

Warning: This gets pretty steamy. But I’m so terrible at writing smut please forgive me for being terrible. This is also unedited so all mistakes are mine. xx


“Hey, can you come over?” Clarke asked over the phone, spinning in her desk chair.

“You know your mom hates me coming over this late,” Bellamy chuckled, causing Clarke to grin.

“I know, but she’s not home, she’s out with Marcus tonight. Doubt she’ll be back,” She replied, kicking her feet up onto her desk. “We can watch some Netflix or something. Pretty please?”

“Can’t say no to that,” he laughed. “Be there in ten.”   

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In Holy Matrimony

Summary: au where you don’t see color until you marry your soulmate

Word Count: 582 (pretty short)

Warnings: none that I know of!

It was finally Dan’s day. He would finally be able to see the colors of the world that had only been described to him by friends that had already married. “Hey Dan hurry up so we can get this show on the road!”, his best friend Phil shouted through his dressing room door. It’s all right Dan, you’ve got this, he whispered to himself before checking his hair in the mirror and leaving towards the area where the wedding would be held.
 

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“Running Away”

A fic I’ve had on the backburner for a long time ever since @thickerthanectoplasm destroyed me with clone angst. 

Valerie doesn’t know how long she lays in bed waiting for her alarm to go off. She didn’t know how much sleep she’d gotten, if any. Last night she’d gotten back from hunting -alone- spoke maybe three words to her dad and locked her door before falling into bed and stayed there until she had to slap her alarm quiet before it could let out a second blare.

Going through the morning routine helped. First she showers with the apartment’s lukewarm water, brushes her hair and teeth, stands in front of her closed closet before deciding to pick out an outfit from her dresser, instead. Breakfast is cereal she eats maybe three entire bites from, then she goes to the roof and suits up so she can ride her glider above the commuters circulating sluggishly through the streets on her way to school.

Danny isn’t in Homeroom. Tucker dutifully raises his hand and explains that he was “really sick” to Lancer, who shakes his head while marking his clipboard.

For the rest of class, Valerie ignores the itch on the back of her neck where Manson is glaring three seats behind her.

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Around the Fire

A super-late entry for Day 08 of Phanniemay, “Vacation.” 

“Halle Berry or J.Lo?”

Two voices, in unison. “Halle Berry.”

“Kristen Stewart or Emma Watson?”

“Emma Watson.”

“Scarlet Johansson or Gina Torres?”

“Gina Torres.”

“Morena Baccarin or Natalie Portman?”

Sam rolled her eyes. “Geez, Tuck, running through the entire Firely cast?”

“Inara.” Danny and Danielle said. 

Tuck held up his hands in a ‘there you see?’ gesture. 

“I’ve got one.” All eyes went to Valerie, still tending their makeshift grill over the campfire. Looking up with a dangerous, knowing half-smile, she worded out slowly, “Paulina or Star?”

“Paulina,” Danielle replied without hesitation.

Stiff-shouldered and tensely still, Danny glanced warily at Sam. 

“It’s fine, Danny,” she assured him, lips quirked. 

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GHOST.EXE

The lobby of DalvDynamics had more thorough checkpoints that most military bases Valerie had been on. Even after they ran her palm-chip, fingerprints, and confirmed her name on the schedule, she had to pass through a scanner grid and go through another round of checks and double-checks for the military-grade tech that interlaced all through her body like the tendrils of some silicon monster.

It was a good thing Valerie arrived for her interview twenty minutes early. Making it through security took nearly that long.

When she was finally cleared, a blue flickering holographic ghost in business-casual appeared to escort her. It was probably designed to be friendly and disarming, but mostly Valerie just found it annoying. Hollow and artificially chipper, it lead her on a informative tour of that she promptly tuned out.

The ground floor was cavernously wide, with huge smart-windows that went up for stories flashing logos, sharply inclining stock market graphs, and the smiling image of the Founder and CEO, teeth disturbingly flawless as he boasted Dalv was ‘Pioneering into a New Century! ™.’

Valerie put her hands in her pockets and assessed all the little things people weren’t supposed to notice. The almost imperceptible seams in the ceiling and floors that would drop a heavy security lattice at a moment’s notice, the trim along the wall letting off a recreation of natural light that doubled as a sensor strip. Disguised alcoves that could hold little maintenance bots that scrubbed the floors or fully armed combat droids.

There was no sign of swiveling, outdated security cameras, but Valerie was willing to bet that there was no fewer than a dozen hidden eyes looking at her from all angles; being constantly evaluated by whatever coldly efficient AI they had handling surveillance for everyone on all two-hundred stories. The security here was in no uncertain terms completely insane.

And she was there to sign in to the nuthouse.

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Parental Guidance

Valerie hadn’t even sat down twenty minutes with her homework before her phone was already buzzing around on her desk. She sighed at her open history text and reached for her cell, not even aware of the little smile tugging the corner of her lips when she saw the name on screen. 

Snapchat finished loading. The picture waiting for her was a selfie from Danielle, framed in front of an Amity Tourism billboard with a dazed ectopuss splattered on it. 

‘Visit Scenic Amity Park! :3′

Valerie typed back, ‘Weren’t you on your way home???’

DL_WanderLuster: Got sidetracked. You should sneak out. Good night for hunting

DL_Wanderluster: ;)

Me: I have homework

Me: And so you do freshie

DL_WanderLuster: Yeah yeah you sound like Jazz

Me: She has her moments

Me: So get flying. Or do I have to call Maddie and Jack to come find you?

DL_WanderLuster: traitor

Me: And message me when you get home safe

DL_WanderLuster: fiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnneee :P

Brat, Valerie thought, not unfondly, and maybe with a twinge of regret as she went back to business of the Spanish Civil War. Yay.  

A light knock rapped at the bedroom door. “Valerie?”

“It’s open, Dad.”

Damon leaned in partway. “Hey hon. Busy?”

She swiveled in her chair to face him. “Just some reading. What’s up?”

Valerie got her first clue that something was up; he lingered in the doorway, oozing uncertainty. “Can we talk?”

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“A Space Tail”

A late, late, late entry for Phanniemay Day 15, ‘Sci-Fi.’ Predictably, here’s some Space Au Danielle.

Space did funny things to people. 

Then again, people did funny things in space. Strapping themselves to rockets and blasting themselves across the big empty. Even though everything they were was tailor-made from millions of years of evolution for one tiny world, they still had to ride off to all the other ones. Transplant themselves to a foreign body that would always reject them. It tended to make people a little crazy.

Dani could sympathize. Everything down to her blood and her bones endlessly craved a place that wasn’t, anymore. Always a mismatch. Never a someplace that ever clicked into her incompatible links.

Space stations were the real dens of crazy. Built to accommodate everyone and succeeding with nobody. Gravity too high or too low, never the right temperature, finicky air composition. A place with dozens of different species, nationalities, clades, gangs, and corporates like a box of mismatched pieces. The bad edges crushed together.  

Not a single sentient belonged there, Dani especially. She was okay with it. The bar was offering half-off drinks for gals and gal-identifying.

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Fenton Family Christmas

Christmas Truce present for esoulix, who asked for Team Phantom in a college-age Christmas setting. Sorry if it’s a bit late!

“'Twas the Morning of Christmas- though it still felt like night. Probably something to do with the festive ghostly light. He floated through the ghost-zone, listening to carols of spectral moaning, while the weight on his back-”

“Oh my God are you rhyming?” Danielle started groaning.

“Trust me, it’s Christmas Tradition,” Danny told her, glancing back over his shoulder.

“Well stop it,” she mumbled. “Iz…iz…stupid.”

The handsome narrator paused in the middle of typing, less than pleased with this ghost-girl’s Grinchy griping.

“Dude, I said knock it off.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Danny raised a brow.

“No, it’s someone else; aren’t you hearing it now?”

“Oh great this guy again,” Danny glanced around all in vain. “Just ignore him Elle, he’ll probably go away.”

Hey!

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Deck Bitches, Deck the Halls

A/N: Right, so @marauders-groupie​ and I (if you didn’t know) have been working on this Christmas Vacation inspired AU together, and we have had so so much fun with it so far. And we’ve been so excited about it that we literally couldn’t wait any longer to post the first chapter, so here goes nothing. 

Word Count: ~4k

Chapter Summary: “This is slowly turning into an episode of Full House. I’m not Bob Saget, Bell. I’m not strong enough to be Bob Saget!”


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Clarke closed the book she’d been reading, barely being able to focus on the words with the amount of christmas spirit swimming through her head.

“Bellamy?” She asked, pulling him out of his computer screen induced trance. He pushed his reading glasses back up the bridge of his nose before turning to face her in acknowledgement. “What do you think about inviting our parents to stay for a while for the holidays?”

His face lit up at her suggestion and she knew he couldn’t say no. For all of his pretending that he doesn’t care that much at all, he was a family man through and through. “Alright, yeah. We’ve got enough room.”

“So - I was thinking - my mom and Marcus, your mom and Octavia.” And then she realized that the number would soon grow rapidly, seeing that Octavia and Lincoln came with their kids. “We’ll manage to fit the kids and Lincoln in too, right?”

“Sure. We’ve got the pull-out couch, and If all else fails, we can go out and buy an air mattress.”

Clarke smiled at him, already excited at the prospect of having a Christmas just like the ones in movies. As an only child with two very overworked parents, she never got to experience the whole big family get-together. “We’ve got the house, we’ll have our family over - it’ll be a real Christmas. It’s just - this can’t go wrong, right?”

Bellamy tugged her into his side, his laptop and her book long forgotten as they planned the most amazing Christmas ever. They’re adults, they could do it.

“Clarke, there’s no way that this can go wrong.”

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“What? It’s a funny word!”

A/N: So basically I had a dream about this happening? And I needed it to be a thing so I wrote a quick little drabble to get it out of my system. I’m still working on filling more prompts but always feel free to send more!

Summary: Bubblebath!Bellarke bc its the best in the world. 


Clarke sighed when she walked in the door, rolling her tired shoulders. It had been a terribly long day at work. She was beyond exhausted at this point and she just wanted to curl up with Bellamy and go to sleep.

“Hey Princess, long day?” He asked her when she plopped down on the couch beside him, dropping her head onto his shoulder.

“The longest,” She mumbled, letting herself sink into his embrace. He motioned for her to sit up and began rubbing the knots out of the base of her neck.

“Want me to call and cancel dinner with your mom tonight?” He asked, moving down to her shoulders. She groaned.

“Would you?” She asked, leaning back so she could get a look at his face. He nodded and she smiled, reaching up to peck his lips.

“Then I’m gonna run us a nice hot bubble bath and light some candles…” he told her, kissing her cheek. “And we can even have some wine, if you’d like.”

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Deck Bitches, Deck the Halls (masterpost)

So technically I’m supposed to be working on an essay right now, but procrastination is my middle name, so here I am making this thing. Just to raise awareness for the completed christmas fic @marauders-groupie and I collaborated on. It was a whole lot of fun and we got a good bit of positive feedback which we really appreciate. 

the three times clarke was the beach and the one time bellamy was washed away by the tide

For @marauders-groupie 

Happy late birthday babe!  so most of this is just subconscious rambling and me trying too seem all symbolic or whatever but honestly I just wanted these losers in a beach setting. It could have been better but I tried. And I wanted it finished so I could wish lana a very happy birthday. She’s on of my biggest supporters and a huge inspiration of mine.


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i.

Jake Griffin died on a thursday afternoon in the later part of April. They’d been expecting it for a while now, but it still carved a hole into the hearts of those closest to him, especially Clarke, who had only lost her best friend just three years prior.

The funeral was nice, she guessed, as far as funerals went, but even after accepting the closure her mother had insisted would help, she didn’t feel entirely complete. She spent most of the days following his death holed up in her room, ordering pizza’s she’d let get cold and painting sad things about how she wasn’t dealing with anything.

Octavia snuck in through her window one afternoon to check on her.

“O, I can’t hang out today. I couldn’t yesterday, and I can’t tomorrow. Don’t you get it?” She said, trying to conceal the lump in her throat as she buried herself further under her blankets. It was only six.  

“That’s not it, Clarke,” the younger girl confessed. “We’re worried about you.”

“Who’s we?”  

“Me, Raven, Jasper, Nate, Monty, Bellamy-”

“Bellamy’s worried?” Clarke cut her off.

“You may not be the best of friends, but he’s not an asshole, Clarke. He does care about you, you know?” His younger sister defended, slumping behind Clarke on her bed.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m being a dick,” Clarke sighed, rolling over to face her friend. “Tell him thanks.”

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Yo Adrian (Or the Boxer!Bellamy fic nobody really asked for)

A/N: The title for this is inspired by Rocky if you couldn’t tell lmao. (THIS IS FOR YOU wanderinglilly I HOPE YOU’RE SATISFIED BABE) This ended up a lot different than I had originally planned but I still adore the general idea. Not my best execution, but I’ll manage somehow to get over it. I hope you guys like it anyway! I’m probably gonna post this on my writing blog too, even though I don’t really use it that much but whatever. yolo. 


Word Count: 2.5k+ 

Summary: Basically Bellamy is a lightweight boxer and Clarke is his super worried but supportive girlfriend. ft. other characters and a little baby plot twist-ish moment  or two. I’m trash forgive me. 


The first time they met is when he knew how right she was, how good they could be. It all sort of fell into place after that night, after that first dinner when they exchanged numbers and promised to call. He reminded himself to thank Kane later, and he did.

Kane had been his trainer since he first started out at just sixteen years old, barely big enough to make it in to minimum weight class. Kane was retired, after a bad fighting accident that ended his career as a boxer. He was still one hell of a trainer though. And he was the closest thing to a father Bellamy and his sister had ever known.

When Kane started seeing Abby Griffin, he insisted that Bellamy meet her daughter, the pre-med freelance artist with the heart the size of Texas. Which is what brought them to dinner that one night. Bellamy was forever indebted, Clarke was everything Kane made her out to be and more. He couldn’t get enough, which was saying something, because Bellamy wasn’t one to feel so deeply about someone he’d only just met.

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