brooklyn clark

  • Bellamy: So how’d you convince the whole gang to betray me? What’d you offer them?
  • Clarke: I asked them if they wanted to embarrass you, and they instantly said yes.
  • Bellamy: I’m not gonna lie, that turns me on a little bit.
Be my friend: (that sounds depressing)

So i need friends that i can actually have a conversation about things im interested in, i.e. Clexa. So PLEASE dont hesitate if you feel like you could use a new homie cuz i literally sit here and fangirl over clexa, b99, big brother, ftwd, supergirl, etc. Completely alone, and it’s slowly made my life even more terrible than normal.

Oh and sidenote im 100% in love with Tasya Teles, Lindsey Morgan, and Alycia Debnam-Carey

But yeah this has been great and now im gonna go take a shot of patron and yea ✌🏼

a hand to hold onto- epilogue

When she is suddenly appointed the guardian of her sister’s three children, Lexa -flustered and completely inexperienced- has to find somebody to rent the spare room in their house. Enter Clarke, a ramshackle, kind hearted pediatric resident who immediately becomes the heart of their small household. Sometimes family can be found in the most unexpected places.

ft. three sweet but exasperating children, stressed out mess Lexa and hopeless romantic Clarke.

Read on ao3.

11/11, 5k words.

“Okay, no! No Miya let Aunty Lexa measure out the flour!” Lexa grabs the bag of flour from the little girl’s hands before it can topple all over the floor, scooping it to safety. A soft giggle sounds from behind her and she finds Clarke watching them, Tris on her hip, and feels her body warm with joy at the sight of her. “What have you done to the baby Clarke?”

“What do you mean?” Clarke affects an innocent air, but can’t stop the grin spreading across her face. She adjusts Tris’s elf onesie with her free hand, “She looks festive.”

“Where did you even get that?” Lexa shakes her head fondly, lifting Miya up to stand on one of the kitchen chairs and sliding the flour artfully out of her reach when she goes to grab it.

“Early Christmas present from Raven and Octavia.” Clarke shrugs, weaving around the table to stand next to them. “What are you guys up to?”

“Baking Christmas cookies!” Miya claps her hands excitedly, watching as Lexa measures out the butter and adds it to the sugar in a big bowl.

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