His voice dropped to a
whisper. “I don’t live if you die!”
Her eyes searched his face. “Jules, I’m so sorry, Jules—”
The wall that usually hid the truth deep in his eyes had crumbled; she could
see the panic there, the desperation, the relief that had punched through his
He was still holding her wrist. She didn’t know if she leaned into him first
or if he pulled her toward him. Maybe both. They crashed together like stars
colliding, and then he was kissing her.
Jules. Julian. Kissing her.
His mouth moved against hers, hot and restless, turning her body to liquid
fire. She clawed at his back, pulling him closer. His clothes were wet, but his
skin under them was hot wherever she could touch it. When she placed her
hands at his waist, he gasped into her mouth, a gasp that was half incredulity
and half desire.
“Emma,” he said, a word halfway between a prayer and a groan.
OKAY I think I finally came up with an actual prompt?? Something to the effect of "we adopted a pet together and now my mom/whoever definitely thinks we're dating whoops"
10/10 any prompt with pets in it is an excellent prompt. hope you like it and thanks for being such a great friend! (ao3)
The thing about Bellamy Blake, as Clarke well knows, is that he’s incapable of not caring for things smaller and more defenseless than he is. Not when he could help instead. She knew this when he moved in with her. She knew it from the first time he gave drunk Raven a piggyback the whole way home.
What she didn’t know was how it would affect her life once he becomes her roommate.
It starts innocently enough, with Bellamy hanging a bird feeder on the balcony after he finds a nest built into a crevice there.
“How much research did you do last night?” Clarke asks, amusedly interrupting his verbal pros-and-cons rundown of different models at Home Depot. She’d come along in part because she thinks it’s funny, how worried he is about these birds who can ostensibly take care of themselves.
(She’d also come along because it’s really cute, but that’s neither here nor there.)
“I may have looked at a few comparison charts online,” he admits, smiling sheepishly. “I don’t want to spend good money on something that isn’t going to work the way I want it to.”
“I didn’t know there was a wrong way a bird feeder could work.”
“Hence the research.”
She shakes her head fondly and taps the smallest option. “Just get this one. We’re looking to feed one family, not the whole forest.”
He stares for another moment, then nods and starts putting the rest of the boxes back on the shelf.
“How come you’re never this decisive when we’re picking a restaurant for dinner?”