It’s @alienor-woods‘ birthday, and she requested bellarke being intimate, but not necessarily smutty.
Happy Birthday to a wonderful writer and and even better friend– hope you enjoy this, m’dear!
Today is the worst
Don’t ever become a doctor
Nobody ever bleeds all over a history PhD though
That’s what we want you to think.
It it okay if I come over after my shift?
When are you done?
10 assuming nobody comes in between now and then.
I’ll be here
Clarke set her phone back in her locker and headed back into the emergency room, praying that her scrubs would make it through the rest of the shift. She’d already gone through two protective aprons, one because of vomit and then another because of blood, and she felt disgusting. Nothing had landed on her skin, but she would have to ask Bellamy if she could shower at his place before they had sex.
It wasn’t particularly romantic, but then again, neither were they. It started as a supremely clinical arrangement— they were friends, they were both great at sex, and neither of them were currently getting any. Clarke needed the stress relief from working in the ER and he needed a break from working on his dissertation, they trusted each other, and once they gave it a shot, the sex was phenomenal. So it became a semi-standing thing, where she’d text him close to the end of her shift or he would stop by her apartment, they’d fuck, and then they’d go back to their lives, slightly more relaxed than before.
In which all of the 100 – minus Bellamy and Clarke – are mermaids and Bellamy and Clarke take it upon themselves to look after a horde of sea kids. Aka Bellarke doing what they do best and looking after their children.
Fandom: The 100 Relationship: Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin Words: 6199 Summary: If
only Clarke hadn’t had that extra shot.
If only she’d not felt the buzz of it as she lay in bed. If only Raven had stayed an extra few
minutes. If only Clarke’s cell hadn’t
buzzed in her purse. If only she’d gone
to sleep, she wouldn’t have stumbled across her room to fish her cell phone out
from her bag and make a mess of a perfect night.
A/N: Okay, so this is my first Bellarke and The 100 fanfic, I’ve had this idea knocking around in my head for while and I just had to get it out. I didn’t actually intend for it to be so long but I just couldn’t find the right place for it to end so it ended up being 6k words. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and where possible, please read it on AO3 because the formatting is just nicer.
@rumaan requested bed sharing bellarke for her birthday and things got very, very out of hand. I have no idea what this is, but I hope you like it. Happy Birthday, rumaan!
That was how long Clarke’s life took to go completely to hell.
Four goddamn days. Not even an entire week.
Because Clarke was not impulsive. On the contrary, she planned every second of her life and never, ever did anything without making several pro-con lists and mulling it over for at least a week. But four days in Atlantic City with Bellamy Blake was all it took to completely undo her carefully constructed facade.