and it always drives me crazy when i see people going on and on about how bellamy and clarke

100 reasons to watch The 100

1. That BC scenery

2. Seeing people experience rain for the first time it’s so cute

3. Octavia’s goddess-like hair in the first season

4. Bellamy Blake’s half smile

5. Monty’s expert clap backs

6. They all get high off hallucinogenic nuts

7. LINCOLNS ABS

8. trees and mountains and nature

9. Badass women

10. Raven saving the day, agin , again, and again

11. Monty putting up with people’s shit

12. LINCOLNS TATTOOS

13. Miller. Just Miller in general

14. Murphy’s sarcastic comments

15. P.A.I.N

16. Long speeches about survival

17. “Nothing like a little pain to remind you you’re alive”

18. Watch Raven save everybody and continue to be the most badass woman while getting fucked over by everyone and by Jrat again and again and again

19. “I can make it go boom”

20. Clarke’s pretty drawings

21. Bellamy’s character development

22. The Blakes.

23. Wells.

24. Monty’s wink

25. Monty and Jasper’s high five

26. You’ll go damn when Anya and Clarke jump off a dam

27. Bellarke development

28. “Together”

29. “I can’t lose you too”

30. “Love is weakness”

31. Clexa

32. Clexa (cus they were fucking amazing)

33. Finn pulling Clarke into the water

34. “I am become death, destroyer of worlds”

35. Everybody gets super sick

36. Murphy you creepy mother fucker

37. Murphy you amazing mother fucker

38. Uh oh Finn gone crazy

39. Pew pew! Bang bang!

40. A series of misunderstandings between grounders and sky people

41. LINCOLN BEING HOT AF

42. “Who we are, and who we need to be to survive, are very different things”

43. ALIE’s mansion

44. Murphy dancing around and drinking such a babe

45. Fuck jaha

46. “You always did what you had to do to protect your sister, that’s who you are!”

47. BELLAMY’S SHYING AWAY AND SHAKING HIS HEAD BACK TO REALITY WHEN HE TOUCHES CLARKES SHOULDER

48. DAY TRIP

49. Two headed dear

50. GLOWING FOREST THAT ONLY APPEARS IN THE FIRST EPISODE LIKE FUCK I WANT MORE GLOWING FOREST

51. Linctavia being amazing

52. Bellarke flirting

53. They’re so busy fighting and surviving to take two minutes to wash their faces

54. Jasper’s goggles

55. Anya’s badass dead stare

56. “What happened?” “I happened”

57. Raven experiencing earth for the first time

58. Every mention of princess

59. “Maybe you’re forgetting the last time you were saving us, I WAS SAVING YOU!”

60. Richard Harmons acting

61. You get to watch the blooper reels at the end of every season

62. “Maybe life should be about more than just surviving

63. So many beautiful people

64. Lexa’s candle collection

65. Revisiting the dropship seasons later

66. drunk Jasper

67. Those few times clarke ever smiles

68. Lexa twirling her knife

69. The Kane and Indra friendship

70. Bellamy Blake and his guns

71. Bellamy Blake and his GUNS (y'all know what I’m talking about)

72. “What’s wrong with a little chaos?”

73. Every bellarke hug

74. Monty and Jasper eating chocolate cake for the first time

75. Maya showing Jasper paintings

76. Emori shutting up those shitheads in the city of light when they told her she could fix her deformities, and she’s like “I’d fixed something if there was anything wrong with me”

77. ROAN’S EYEROLLS

78. Bellamy Blake adopting every child he sees

79. Lindsey Morgan

80. Candles somehow being lit at romantic times??

90. How does Clarke keep saving the world with her hair down like that??

91. Bellamy’s hair flips

92. Indra is a goddess. The goddess.

93. The delinquents listening to music as they drive around

94. Clarke somehow knowing how to drive the rover despite never being around when it was in use??

95. “If I’m on that list, you’re on that list”

96. Kane’s dad talks

97. Anya biting the fucking chip out of her fucking arm like the biggest badass to ever live

98. “I give myself to the miracle of the sea”

99. Luna is the miracle of the sea

100. “In peace, may you leave this shore. In love, may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels, until our final journey to the ground… May we meet again.”

Hold On, I Still Need You

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Longing doesn’t even begin to describe the feeling. It’s going to be a torturous five years, but Clarke is nothing if not stubborn and she’s definitely not one to back down from a challenge. She opens to the next page of the notebook and writes it down - 1825.

1825 days until they get to start living for themselves. Together.

Bring it on, Praimfaya.

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Essays in Existentialism: Comic Con

please write a famous!clexa, dating, but on dif shows at comic con au.Dif schedules. Then “FOUND MA GURL”

“I’m currently filming something not comic related in Georgia,” Clarke explained, smiling as the reporter began to ask even more. “But I can’t wait to get back to the sequel. It’s going to be bigger and just… I can promise it will be mighty. That’s the best word for it.”

She dazed in and out of words, the jet lag and schedule creeping up on her slowly. Her bones ached and she barely had time to put on new clothes on the way over from the airport, but she smiled and laughed and was only relieved when she saw her cast mates that she would see in a few months to start the sequel, but had been away from since the wrap. 

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anonymous asked:

Fic Request: Clarke and Bellamy enemies to friends to lovers, where they both teach at a local high school- they're arguing when Clarke gets a call that her father is in the hospital, only she doesn't have a car so Bellamy offers to drive her.... Thank you :)

It’s finally done! 


Clarke storms into his classroom the minute the bell rings, her blonde hair flowing behind her, and her eyes blazing. Bellamy swallows. He figures she’s angry about one thing or another. That’s the only reason the spoiled princess ever talks to him. She’s either making demands or complaining about something he’s done. Or both. Most often, it’s both. He wishes she wasn’t so damn hot when she was angry because she was infuriating and entitled and annoying and absolutely everything he wanted in a woman, never mind the fact that she pushes each and every one of his buttons.

“Are you kidding me, Blake?” she half whispers as she stomps over to his desk.

The last few kids remaining in the class risk a glance at them with wide eyes. He wants to laugh, but her piercing gaze has him tamping down the urge. His students are constantly asking him about why he’s always bickering with Ms. Griffin, and he tries to brush it off, but more often than not, he ends up a stuttering, blushing mess because he can’t tell a bunch of teenagers that his biggest rival in the whole school also drives him crazy in the best of ways. And he’s pretty peeved that Monty and Jasper - of all people - were the first two to notice his less than platonic feelings for the art teacher.

“I don’t think I’ve said anything or done anything funny yet today, no, so I don’t think so, Prin - Ms. Griffin,” he amends at the last second, noticing a lingering Jasper and Monty. He smirks at her.

They snicker and walk away, hopefully not having caught his slip up.

“You’re so frustrating, Bellamy!” she says, throwing her hands up. “Why would you book my art room for Friday night? Our gallery show is in two weeks, and my students need to finish their projects!”

“That’s great, Princess,” he says now that the classroom is empty, “but my trivia team has quarter finals next week and we need to practice, because I’m not losing to Polis Public High again!” Polis has won three years in a row, and he won’t lost to them this year.

“Okay, but why does your nerd hoard need my art room?” she asks, exasperated.

“Because it’s big, and they all fit. Don’t call them nerds, Clarke.”

“They are nerds! You just can’t see it because you’re the same as them!”

“Did you just call me a nerd?”

“Change your room booking. I need my art room.”

“You don’t always get what you want. I know you’re used to that with how mommy and daddy have always spoiled you, but I booked the room because I need it. I’m not just going to change that because you’re throwing a hissy fit!”

“Bellamy - ”

Whatever she’d been planning to say is cut off by the sound of her phone ringing loudly in her pocket. She sighs.

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Our Souls Are All We Own

A/N: @apanoplyofsong already wrote an awesome fic with this premise but LET’S BE REAL it’s a great premise. i’m very excited to be able to see their beautiful faces. (ao3)


As soon as she gets the prickling awareness that someone’s eyes are on her, Clarke’s shoulders tense. She hates that it’s a reflex now, especially when she realizes whose eyes they are.

“What’s up?” She asks without looking up from the map in front of her. Not that it’s doing her much good. At this point, the shapes and lines blur together, meaningless figures that spell nothing but death.

She hears the shuffle of boots behind her, a familiar tread, followed by a familiar sigh. She turns in her chair, hating how easily someone who knows her so well can tip her over the edge of her patience.

“Spit it out, Mom.”

“You’re not gonna like it,” Abby says. She’s got her arms crossed over her chest, but hints of a smile play at the corners of her mouth. Something about it reminds Clarke of the time Abby caught Clarke drawing on a sleeping patient’s cast. Like Clarke is about to get a talking-to, but one without much heat behind it.

“I’m wracking my brain for what I could have done,” Clarke admits, nostalgia tugging at her heartstrings. “But I’ve been locked up with this map all week, trying to find a solution.”

“This isn’t a leader-to-leader talk, it’s a mother-to-daughter talk. And one I haven’t had to give you since you were young.” She steps closer and rests one hand on her daughter’s shoulder, tucking a stray blonde wisp behind Clarke’s ear. “You need a bath.”

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I constantly see people going on and on about how Clarke and Bellamy are basically the be-all and end-all of the hundred/Sky People, how they are the reason any of the hundred has survived, and how they are responsible for getting the hundred through every obstacle they’ve faced, and so on.

And I’m always sitting here like okay, they’re important and great, yes, but um …

and

fleur-reveur  asked:

Congrats on your milestoneeeee (and your book)! Prompt: Gilmore Girls AU with Clarke as Rory and Bellamy as Jess and all the 100 gang corresponding to some quirky character in stars hollow please :)

A|N: This ended up being a mix of bellarke being jess/rory and also luke/lorelai all at once because, well… I’m a mess. Sorry love, hope you like it! 

p.s: You guys don’t have to have watched gilmore girls to read this! Just think small-town bellarke being cute. The end.

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You see, the thing is, Bellamy doesn’t set out to be the town’s asshole. It just sort of happens.

It starts because it doesn’t occur to him that this arrangement he has with Kane is permanent. He figures that it’s only a matter of time before he and Octavia are allocated to another foster family, considering Kane is single and owns a diner and basically has a laundry list of traits that makes him a less-than-ideal foster parent. He fully expects to be gone by July; August latest. And in the meantime, he’ll just go on with his life without putting down roots. Simple.

Of course, this loosely translates to him being standoffish and rude to most, hence the label. Not that he minds, all that much, since it ensures that he’s left alone most of the time. He has his books and his job and Octavia. That’s all Bellamy needs, really.

Until Clarke Griffin comes into his life, and proceeds to fuck everything up.

The first time he meets her, she’s behind the counter of the diner, helping herself to the coffee pot.

“Hey!” he barks, crossing the room in three easy strides and herding her out into the open, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?

She blinks over at him, hands still clenched protectively over her cup. Then, suspiciously, “I’m— wait. Where’s Marcus?”

“Out.” He snaps, slinging a dish towel over his neck. “Look, I’m not sure what your deal is, Princess. But where I’m from, we pay for the stuff we get.”

She bristles at that, her gaze cold as she sizes him up. “I had every intention of paying. Ask your goddamn boss, he can vouch for me.”

“Well, luckily for you, he’s not available at the moment.” He shoots her a thin smile at that, extending his palm out. “That would be a dollar fifty.”

He’s expecting her to storm out after, or throw a tantrum, at the very least- so it definitely comes as a shock when she plops down by the counter instead, sipping at her coffee before she cracks open a book.

“You know,” he manages, once he’s composed himself. “That’s actually a to-go cup.”

That earns him a saccharine sweet smile on her part; practiced and distinctly condescending. “Well, I’m not planning on disrupting my morning routine on your account.”

“Glad to hear of it.” He deadpans, giving her a sarcastic half-bow of sorts before retreating back to the kitchen. (It doesn’t help that she’s reading Ender’s Game, which has been on his to-read list for months. He almost wished that she had bad taste so he could hate her for it.)

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Essays in Existentialism: Slytherin

I don’t know if you are a Harry Potter fan, but some HP!Clexa maybe?

It was when the weather broke first, completely broke, honestly broke, not fooling around, broke, the genuine break when the snow melted and the sky was blue that promised summer and not another foot of the cold, frozen stuff, that the halls and classrooms and grounds emptied into every inch of grass and sunlight available. Between classes, walking to and fro, venturing out into the world once more, the raucous hoards of students of every age were given new life at the first sign of spring.

Though there was still a chill in the air, no one could be kept indoors. Quills scratched in the lawn, books howled on the benches, games were played beneath the trees as everyone’s only real goal was to avoid the shadows casted by the buildings. Sunlight was a unifying element among the houses and students.

Time ticked by too slowly for Lexa deep in the dungeon during potions. The few windows were obstructed and gave only the most minute assurances that sunlight was here to stay. She could feel her leg jiggle unceremoniously anxious to hear the dismissal.

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Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of - Chapter 5

Starts during the day trip of 1x08, Bellamy and Clarke aren’t separated for long before they being to feel the effects of the Jobi Nuts. Things progress from there ;)

Pairing: Bellarke

Rating: E (Explicit)

Word Count: 5086

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[Ch1][Ch2][Ch3][Ch4]


Monty ducks into his “distillery”, Jasper sitting right where he left him. “You might wanna avoid Bellamy for a while,” he warns.

Jasper looks up swiftly from the steady drip of moonshine. “What? Why?” he asks, swallowing nervously. “What did I do?”

“Apparently he heard about you pawning off your shift at the meat crew.”

Jasper’s eyes go wide with panic, the need to vomit growing stronger. The last thing he wanted was to be on Bellamy’s bad side. “H-h-how did he find out?”

Monty plops down beside his friend, giving him a look of pity. “You pawned it off to Drew, who was late for guard duty because he was still gutting fish, and when Bellamy asked him why…”

“Oh, crap,” Jasper moans, dropping his face into his hand. Stupid Drew and his stupid mouth.

With a pat on the back, Monty offers him a smile. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll wait till after Unity Day to kill you.”

“Oh, crap.”

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my mind, it travels

a short fic, modern AU ft. internet friends having Feelings™ - the title comes from lyrics from the song “north” by the family crest. PS - i’ve decided to keep writing bellarke fic out of spite. bellamy + clarke 4ever. Bonus points if you spot the Dawson’s creek reference.

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“Just imagine them all in their underwear.” Bellamy’s voice is loud through the tinny speaker of her laptop.

Clarke rolls her eyes. “That’ll help. Will you let me get on with this?”

“Miss Griffin, are you going to keep harrassing the audience or are you going to give a speech on feminist politics?” 

“Bellamy, I swear–”

“The crowd might be rowdy, Clarke. I’m just trying to prepare you.”

“Okay, okay, seriously. How does this sound?” Clarke asks, adjusting her legs so she’s sitting cross-legged on her bed, facing her laptop. She reads out a speech that she’s been working on for her political science lecture the next day, feeling herself blush when, after she’s done, there’s no reaction from the boy on the screen in front of her. “It’s that terrible, huh?” She tries to joke, but starts chewing on her fingernail, her anxiety kicking in.

“No!” Bellamy splutters. She sees him move around, trying to get comfortable, adjusting his glasses on his nose. “It was good! Really good, Clarke. I was just surprised – you quoted me.”

Clarke blushes again. “That study you told me about fit well for the topic.” She shrugs.

Bellamy is grinning now, the smug idiot. “So I’m your primary source?”

Clarke scowls. “Shut up.” She’s smiling, however, like most of the times she talks to Bellamy. 

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You’re all I want (So bring me the dawn)

My BellarkeSecretSanta gift for @blakesdoitbetter: A friends-to-lovers fic where mutual pining comes to a head during the holidays. Which is always a good time.

It was a joy writing for you, Caitlin! 

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Clarke met Bellamy four years ago at the Christmas tree lot where he works during the holiday season. He’s gruff and standoffish at first, until she offhandedly references a show they both love while he’s helping with her tree.

He catches the reference, she’s impressed, and they fall into easy conversation after that. She’s kind of ridiculously into him, and pretty sure he’s into her too, until she realizes that he’s the brother her roommate keeps trying to set her up with.

Long story short, Octavia shows up, they figure out who they are to each other, and passive aggressive remarks ensue. Clarke’s not eager to be set up with anyone—never mind that she was thinking about asking for his number five minutes prior—and he makes it abundantly clear he’s not going to date his little sister’s roommate.

She swears she hates him after that, and it takes at least two months for scathing, snarky comments to cool down to…normal snarky comments. It takes her a while, but once she can look past hurt feelings and bruised pride, it’s hard to ignore the positive traits she saw in him when they first met. He’s smart, funny, and—most importantly—fiercely protective of those he loves.

Stranger still, is that she becomes one of those people over the course of a year, thanks in no small part to Octavia’s stubbornness. If her brother and roommate aren’t going to date, they’re damn well going to get along, or they’ll be hell to pay. And Clarke can’t even really say she’s bitter about it. He’s one of her favorite people now, four years after their catastrophic first meeting, if not her favorite overall. He’s her best friend.

She’s also in love with him. Which is basically the worst. Just her luck to fall for the one person she knows isn’t interested.

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goldenheadfreckledheart  asked:

SPOOPY PROMPT: Bellamy and Clarke work at six flags fright fest and they compete to see who can scare the most people.

So a little disclaimer–I have never been to a Six Flags but I did do some sleuthing around their website to figure out what the deal is.  Hopefully this isn’t too inaccurate!

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Fright Night

Clarke Griffin fucking loved working Fright Night.

In fact, it was that short, barely a month long stretch that had made her decide to apply to work at Six Flags in the first place.  Even the unbearingly long, hot, and filled with tourists months of the summer when she had Halloween to look forward to.  She’d always loved scaring the crap out of people and getting paid to do it was just an added bonus.

Spirits were running high.  It was 8 PM, just before the second and more brutal shift of “scarers” were set to be released into the park and Clarke was sitting in makeup, having the finishing touches on her own look done.  There were four day and counting until Halloween itself and Clarke couldn’t wait.

“Looking good, Griffin,” smirked an all too familiar voice from behind her.

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They're Singing Deck the Halls but It's Not like Christmas at All

Clarke knows that she made a mistake when she broke up with Bellamy but it isn’t until Christmas Eve that she truly comes to regret it and decides to try again.

(Of course it has a happy neding - it’s Christmas, I’m not a monster!)

I’m writing Christmas fluffy AUs, only Santa can help me now.

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It’s Christmas Eve and Clarke misses Bellamy like crazy. 

Raven is doing the robot (“Come on, Clarke! You can tell me ‘I told you the robots would take over the world’!”), Wells is making the world’s best apple pie and Monty and Jasper are setting up fireworks in her backyard (“What do you mean we can’t light fireworks on Christmas?” “There’s no time like the present for fireworks, Clarke!”) but all she can really think about is how she misses Bellamy tangling himself in Christmas lights and stumbling into the kitchen with a goofy grin to make her smile just as she’s nearly given up on baking. 

The truth is, she made a mistake. So what if they fought? You fight with people you care about since you want them to be happy and maybe their love just spilled over because there was too much of it. 

She never should have left him like she did, packing her suitcase and getting into her car as Bellamy stood in the doorway, wrecked, watching her stumble over her words and get out with a barely stifled sob.

Clarke loves Bellamy and it’s on Christmas that she misses him the most. 

Raven perches herself on the counter next to her, Monty and Jasper singing Christmas songs loudly in the living room, and Clarke thinks she’s never seen her look as sympathetic as she does now. 

“You miss him, don’t you?”

“God, yes,” Clarke breathes, gripping the counter so hard her knuckles turn white because Christmas without Bellamy can never be as good as the one she’d have with him. “I made a mistake, Raven.”

And Raven, who usually teases Clarke mercilessly and shows her love through insults and pranks, just smiles wistfully. 

“Go get him.”

And because it’s two hours till Christmas and the snow is falling in thick flakes, Clarke laughs all the way to her car, not even noticing the way everyone grins when they see her grabbing her coat and leaving to get the most important piece of every Christmas. 

Bellamy.

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elektramurdck  asked:

5 & 6 Bellarke!

HOLY MACARONI THIS ONE IS A MONSTER you can click the read more if you want but it’s also on ao3
this one is for “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” and “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Clarke hummed softly to herself as she unlocked the door to the apartment she shared with Octavia and dropped her keys on the table by the door. All the lights were off -which to most people wouldn’t mean anything- so that meant her roommate wasn’t home yet.

Octavia had explained one night after far too much tequila that she always kept at least one light on at all times because when she was younger her mother used to lock her in the closet. The light had never bothered Clarke anyways, but after that she made more of an effort to do small things like keep the bathroom light on overnight and always make sure there were extra light bulbs in the hall closet.

Shrugging her coat off and tossing it carelessly on the back of the couch (she was exhausted, okay?) she toed her shoes off and shuffled towards her bedroom, flicking the hall light on outside Octavia’s room as she passed it.

Now, Clarke had done this dance many times. Late night studying in the library, drag self home, wander into apartment, fall asleep in seconds, repeat. Never once in her year and a half of doing so had this routine been interrupted…and certainly never like this.

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(You Drive Me) Crazy

for @hiddenpolkadots: HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAI <3

oneshot; 2590 words

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It’s really not so much that Clarke chose to not be able to drive.

It’s just how things happened to work out for her.

Between her parents, her friends, and the driver employed to chauffeur her around up until she’d graduated high school, she’s just never really had much cause to learn.

And then she’d left home for college and met Raven, who’d rolled her eyes but proceeded to teach her to navigate bus routes and the metro.

And then Uber became a thing. Lyft, too.

So, yeah, strictly speaking, she just doesn’t really need to be able to drive herself around.

But sometimes, she still really wishes she could.

Like when her annoying as fuck partner won’t fucking shut up about the fact that she can’t.

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Let’s Get Lost (In Each Other)

Read at AO3 / FFnet

It is a hot Friday night and Bellamy and Clarke have a shift at Grounders, the bar they both work at. Clarke is late and to make matters worse she comes in wearing a skirt. Needless to say, it drives Bellamy crazy and he has a hard time, keeping his eyes and his hands off her.

Bellamy’s evening was not going well. First Clarke had been late for their shift at The Grounders, and the bar where they worked just happened to be packed since it was Friday night. Monty was performing with his band, so he was swamped five minutes after he had arrived; then when she finally showed up, she was wearing a skirt. A fucking tight black skirt with high heels. Bellamy groaned because he wasn’t used to Clarke in a skirt. He actually couldn’t remember the last time she wore one and he had known her for a while now. She was a jeans kind of girl. 

Clarke rushed behind the counter, and when she saw the what must have been an annoyed look on his face, said, “Sorry, Mom was late for our already late lunch.” He would have argued but he knew they were trying to repair their relationship, so he remained quiet.  

Instead he just grunted and she disappeared into the back room. She came back two minutes later, heels replaced with flat boots and she has changed her top with the snug The Grounders T-shirt but kept the skirt on.  

Luckily, there were plenty of people waiting on their drinks, so Bellamy didn’t have time to stare at her toned legs. He did however save the image in the back of his brain for later. 

Clarke was in work mode the minute she appeared next to him and they fell into the familiar pattern, working with and around each other at ease. It hadn’t always been like that. When they had first started working together a little over a year ago, they clashed and argued and it took them a while to find their balance but once they did, they were a force to be reckoned with.  

“Boss man seems to be enjoying himself,” Clarke smirked, “by not working.” 

Bellamy looked over at one of the booths where Wick was busy making out with Raven. Bellamy chuckled, “You know what he always says…” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Clarke grinned. “Why work when I have you two to do it for me so well,” she said in her best Wick impersonation.   

Bellamy just shook his head, smiling. He handed some people their beer and Clarke took their money. He took a step backwards, to get a bottle of Jack for the next order but Clarke turned at the same time and her front crushed into his chest. She looked up at him sheepishly, blushing slightly. 

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anonymous asked:

Both winning the lottery -bellarke prompt

Of course his made the better story. After splitting a ticket with his sister’s friend (that’s her!), the poor orphan boy won millions in the lottery. He and his sister moved from a tiny apartment with only one bedroom (Bellamy slept on the couch) into a proper house with a guest room and a garden big enough for Octavia to run around in.

Sadly, O was too old for the swing set she’d always wanted. But they did build a treehouse. An epic treehouse.

For the first time, Clarke was a side note in someone else’s story - and she didn’t like it. Sure, the newspapers mentioned the lifelong friend of Octavia Blake who offered to share the lottery ticket with Bellamy Blake for unknown reasons (if they’d bothered to ask, they would have found out that she mostly did it to piss Bellamy off - he didn’t believe in this lottery bullshit). But they didn’t interview her. Her face was not in the papers.

Not that she wanted it to be - Bellamy deserved all this and more. Heck, she would have gladly given him all of the money instead of just his half. Instead she settled for paying off her student loans and looking for the right charities she wanted to support.

There was just so much money - and there were so many people who deserved it so much more than she did. She’d never struggled financially. Her dad left her everything in his will, and even when her mother cut her off when Clarke refused to go pre-med, she still had her trust to pay the bills. Shit, she’d just felt so guilty since she’d won this staggering amount of money. It shouldn’t be hers.

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From The Mouths Of People Who Have Had To Live

Summary: Bellamy had thought he had experienced every heartbreak a person could know in his time on Earth. Until Clarke Griffin kissed him.

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Bellamy thought he had experienced every heart break a person could know in his time on Earth. Death, betrayal, desertion, the dawning dread of realizing irreversible events had been set in motion by his own hand. He thought after his first year on Earth, nothing could ever cut him as deeply as his first heartbreaks had. Nothing, that is, until Clarke Griffin kisses him like she’s dying, clinging with icy cold fingers to his shirt even as she tears her mouth from his and staggers away from him, horror rising fast in her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, and Bellamy is still awestruck, head tipped forward to receive her kiss, arms frozen halfway in their assent to wrap around her, because he has loved Clarke with his whole soul for what seems like an eternity. “Oh God, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t,” he wants to laugh as he says it. Wants to draw her back in and kiss her with a smile on both their mouths because that would be tasting happiness as far as he’s concerned, but he realizes Clarke looks like she’s going to be sick and Bellamy feels nauseous at the thought. “Don’t say this was a mistake,” he begs. “Please, Clarke. Not this.”

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catcherintheclifford  asked:

5 + bellarke thanks :)

I never actually get the exact phrase into these. It’s more of a guideline, right? Right.


“What do you think about Finn Collins?”

Bellamy glances up from his script. “I don’t really think about Finn Collins. He’s on–that teen show? With the werewolves? The one that’s not Teen Wolf. Or is he a different one?”

Clarke snorts. “I can’t tell if you’re an asshole on purpose, or if it’s just a happy coincidence.”

“I like to think of it as an innate talent,” he says, grinning at her. “Seriously, why are you asking about Finn Collins? I don’t think I’ve ever met him before. I have no thoughts on him.”

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