cleo's apartment

dancing queen (or princess);

Show: The 100
Pairings: Clarke Griffin/Bellamy Blake
Words: 2,359
Timeline: Modern AU
Notes: singlefather!bellamy and danceteacher!clarke what more could you ask for? this isn’t edited i’m sorry friends but college is hard and i’ll do it later promise alright? (also the beautiful underbellamy told me she wanted to be tagged so here you go gorgeous)

DISCLAIMER: ALL STORIES AND PLOTS ARE WRITTEN BY ME. IF THE PROMPT WAS A REQUEST, IT WILL BE SPECIFIED IN THE POST. I HAVE NOT PLAGIARIZED MY WRITING. THESE ARE ALL ORIGINAL STORIES.

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“Dad, I want to take dance lessons,” Cleo said as she stomped into the living room of the two bedroom apartment she and her father shared. The seven year old knew that if she slapped on a pouty face and wide eyes, she could get him to start researching for the best dance studio in the city.

And, it’s what he did. He spent hours after their dinners searching for the best of the best for his daughter before stumbling across the Ark Dance Academy.

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rockyyc77  asked:

Prompt: "my stupid cat sneaked out on the balcony and into your open window and he has this habit of destroying furniture and pissing everywhere so i followed him inside and you came home earlier than i expected and found me in the middle of your living room but i swear i’m not a burglar ok"

Clarke had never spoken to the man who lived in the apartment next to her her.  She knew what he looked like, dark-haired and freckled and handsome, and that his name was B. Blake because of that one time the mail man had given her one of his credit card bills by mistake but she had never actually spoken to him.

It was important to know this because it made the fact that Clarke was in his apartment that much worse.  Not to mention that she was in his apartment while he wasn’t there.

It was all her cat’s fault really.  The thing was an escape artist extraordinaire and no matter how hard Clarke tried she just couldn’t keep the thing inside.

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