So, I wrote the first installment a while back and it was going to stand as a one-shot. But I had a few requests that I expand this fic a bit. I finished my big project (All My Friends Are Heathens), so I figured, why not work on something short and fluffy?
And then I took a long break from writing. Well, I kind of wrote; I have a few short chapters of this fic written. I was planning on revising them all together in one go after I finished the entire story. But I'm always more motivated to write when I have people waiting for updates. So, I figured if I post the next chapter I have, I'll be more likely to finish up the rest of them.
This will still be a really short story. Five chapter in total, all relatively the same in length as the original one-shot. I'm guessing under 10,000 words in total.
Also, a special thanks to RealLifeShipper, Jennyhale, and GraceSkylaLove for giving me a few ideas on how they would like to see the fic expanded (way back when I first wrote it); you really helped feed the muse when I got back to it.


Back in their hotel room, Clarke was flipping through the TV trying to find a decent movie to put on when Monty squawked incoherently. "Clarke, you need to see this. Now."

"Huh?" she moseyed over to sit next to him and look at his laptop. He had a video post from Tumblr of an interview with the cast of the Marauders.

"First look at the tags."

Clarke glanced down: #Marauders #Bellamy Blake #Harper McIntyre #Who is this girl? #And why am I not her?!

Monty shot her a grin and hit play.

"One last question. This one is for you, Harper," the interviewer began. "MaraudersFan948 asks, 'What is it like to work with a basically all male cast? And specifically, what's it like to work with Bellamy?'"

Harper chuckled happily. "This cast is basically like a giant family, so it's pretty much like I have a bunch of brothers. Actually, think Ginny Weasley; youngest child with six older brothers. More like five for me, but you get the point.

"As for Bellamy. He's the biggest big brother of them all and I'm sure his real little sister could attest to that fact," she started laughing in earnest, "Also, the girl he ran into right before this interview." The rest of the cast joined her laughter.

"That sounds like a story, Bellamy. Care to share?" the interviewer asked.

Bellamy gave his cast mates a disapproving, but affectionate look. "They're just giving me a hard time because I was late two minutes late to our meet-time for this interview because I stopped to make sure a girl was okay. She had had a panic attack in the crowds near the vendors and was in the courtyard catching her breath. Really, it was something anyone would do. I have no idea why they're making such a big deal about it."

"See, the biggest big brother," Harper emphasized.

"He thought she was cute, too," Miller added.

Bellamy shot him a glare, "Can we move onto a new topic? The world really doesn't need to see my abuse at the hands of my cast mates."

"We are unfortunately out of time. But whoever this girl is, you've got the whole cast and everyone in this studio glad to know that you're okay. Those crowds can be tough."

The video cut off. "Oh my god," Clarke breathed.

"He thought you were cute," Monty sing-songed.

"Oh my god."

"He talked about you in an interview."

"Oh my god."

Monty dropped his sing-song. "Are you going to say anything else?"

"Look at how many views it's had already. How many reblogs…I think I'm going to pass out."

Monty started laughing manically. "You're internet famous! Well, you kind of already were for your fanart, but now for this too!"

Clarke stared at Monty's laptop, mentally willing the post to disappear. "It's okay, no one knows it's me," she reasoned with herself. Monty looked guilty all of a sudden. "What?" she demanded.

"Well, let's just hope my post from yesterday hasn't found much traction…"

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, instantly suspicious; she had remembered seeing the notification he tagged her in a post, but she hadn't looked at it yet. She clicked to his blog and found about what he was talking.

Mon_a_tee

If you ever had any doubt Bellamy Blake, aka James Potter, was one of the nicest people, have no fear. My friend, whom most of you may know as GriffinsCanDraw, has mild crowd anxiety, but we still went to SDCC because, well, it's SDCC. Anyway, when she had a panic attack and had to find a safe space and none other than Bellamy Blake stopped to check to make sure she way okay. Seriously, no other person she ran past or who saw her panicking checked in with her. But Bellamy Blake did. What a stand-up guy!

#Bellamy Blake #James Potter #what a guy! #The Marauders #SDCC 2k17 #I hate tagging #I don't know if I'll ever get the hang of it #Shut up Jasper

"I'll take it down if you want," he told her reaching for his laptop. "I thought it was a nice little tribute."

Clarke looked at the notes. It was already in the hundreds; people were out for blood for any references to something related to The Marauders and SDCC. "No point in it now," she sighed. "It's been re-blogged so many times already. Fuck you for being a name in the fanfiction portion of the fandom," she scolded half-heartedly.

"It's not my fault people want Starbucks and Wolfstar slash fiction!"

She smiled. "True, true. Who wouldn't want to see those beautiful boys together?" She fell back on the bed, sprawling. Spotting her phone, she reached for it, thinking to check her own feed to reblog some things. Sure she was at Comic-Con, but she couldn't see everything.

The first thing she noticed was at the top of the bar, her phone was telling her she had basically an unheard of number of Ask notifications. "Oh, no," she muttered, unlocking her phone and opening the app. "Oh, no."

"What's 'oh, no?'"

"People have put it together. Your post and that interview video. I have a lot of Asks, asking if that was me they were talking about."

"I'm sorry," Monty laid his head on her shoulder to commiserate. "I really didn't think it was going to be something when I posted that."

Clarke laid her head on his. "It's all good. I wouldn't have thought so either." With a heaving sigh, she sat up and began to compose a mass reply to the questions.

GriffinsCanDraw

[gif of Andrew from Buffy the Vampire Slayer with the caption "Oh, hello, there, gentle followers!"] (it was her usual greeting when she was making an announcement to her followers)

So, I've been getting a few Asks in regards to Mon_a_tee's post and its potential connection to this interview. Well, for those of you who guess it? You are correct, at least assuming Bellamy Blake didn't stop and help some other girl having a panic attack at SDCC, that was me.

And before you can ask, no we did not talk for hours on end and fall madly in love. Haha, if only. But for reals, the conversation went more like this:

"You okay?"

And then me practically hyperventilating because my celebrity crush is interacting with me outside of me getting an autograph. "Yeah, just a mild panic attack."

Granted, he actually did remember me from when I had gotten the autograph (yay for a recognizable last name!). But then he confirmed I was okay and went on to his interview. It lasted maybe five minutes, probably not even that. Nothing life changing. I'm definitely just glad I didn't go complete fangirl crazy over him, though I'm guessing the fact I couldn't really breathe helped with that.

But real props to Monty who was there the second after Bellamy and brought me back to our hotel room as soon as I was ready to move from my chosen safe haven. So, thank you Monty, for being a wonderful friend.

"And there. Hopefully that will quell the storm," she said definitively, hitting 'post.'


Please allow yourself a suspension of disbelief for this fic. I don't generally involve myself too deeply into the fandom world and am not sure exactly how it all works and flows. Also, I still muddle my way through Tumblr/blog protocol and norms, so suspend your disbelief in that realm a little bit as well, please.
Basically, I keep mainly to a bystander and low-key fic writer; and as my Tumblr intro will tell you, I blog by the laws Bellamy's original catchphrase, "whatever the hell I want;" so I'm kind of all over the place content-wise there.
Long story short: suspension of disbelief and please just let me go with my flow =) (If I've made some grievous error, though, do let me know)