prompt: ‘ice skating au? either professionals or going skating for the first time’ for anonymous
word count: 3534
Bellamy’s never been ice skating before, but Clarke’s going to be there, so obviously he’s not missing it.
Ice skating, in theory, can’t be that much different than rollerblading.
And Bellamy knows how to rollerblade… he’s pretty sure. He has vague, hazy memories of wearing kneepads and a too-big helmet when he was younger, scraping his hands against the pavement before he got the hang of it. It’s one of the few things from that far back that he can still remember—before Aurora’s dependency became apparent and their lives went to… well, shit.
Anyway, he assumes it’s one of those like-riding-a-bike things you don’t ever forget. Or at least, it better be, because that’s the only thing he’s got going to convince himself that he’s not insane for agreeing to go ice skating when Raven suggested that they all go over the weekend.
It’s worth noting that no one’s stupid enough to ask if she’ll be able to skate at all, given her leg. Mostly because if you’re around Raven long enough, it becomes pretty obvious that if she says she’s going to do something, she’s going to do it. She’s probably the most badass person Bellamy knows.
But she’s not the reason that Bellamy is resolved to go ice skating when he’s technically never been before. Pretending that honor goes to anything but the fact that he’s in love with Clarke would be painfully pitiful at this point.
He’s pretty sure Raven knows. Hell, he’s pretty sure everyone knows, besides Clarke herself—though that seems overly optimistic, if he’s as obvious as he feels like he is—which at least means no one is surprised when he’s twice as invested in group hangouts when she’s involved. That doesn’t mean they don’t make fun of him. Because his friends are still assholes.
Bellamy is, overall, starting to feel like a real adult—and less like someone who’s the age of the adult but still trying to catch up with everyone around him. Less like someone who turned 18 and became a legal guardian. Not that he’s ashamed of that, but it is nice to finally feel on top of things. So theoretically he should be able to handle ice skating. Surely that’s a thing he can figure out.
He’s less sure about handling his crush on his best friend.
His phone buzzes with a text from Clarke, asking if they should plan to head to the rink together tomorrow, and he grins down at it like it might respond in kind.
His friends aren’t wrong about how pathetic he is, but that doesn’t mean they’re not still assholes.
you know the iconic sharpshooter™ scene in season 2??? well, i was just thinking about lance, you know like everyone does on a daily basis, and realized there’s actually another before that one
right before the bonding moment™, pidge and keith were fighting sendak, when lance, and i quote, “emerged from a coma and shot his arm off”
okay but do you understand the fact that lance actually woke up
after jumping to protect coran from the bomb and remain unconscious for god knows how long, probably not knowing where he was or what was happening, had few seconds to analyze the situation, took his bayard and made the perfect shot????
so in conclusion, lance was the team’s sharpshooter even before season 2
Okay so the babe that is @looselucy tagged me in this and
it’s so fun!! I love stuff like this. I tag @standingfacingwest for my babies Lexi and Harry
OKAY LETS GO!
1. What’s your
dream wedding location?
Harry: A beach in
the Caribbean or the Maldives, nah that’s too cliché. Erm hang on let me think Georgie: As you can see, Harry is very decisive Harry: This is our wedding Georgie, it’s gotta be
perfect. Georgie: Who said we’re getting married? Harry: I did. Now shush and let me think Georgie: I think it’d be your garden in London, we could
string up some fairy lights and you can hire some musician pals and your mum
can bake the cake. Harry: See this is why you’re the moviemaker.
2. Do you want any
children? If so, how many? Any specific gender?
Georgie: None, or one at the most. I don’t care about
gender Harry: We’re having more than one child Georgie: I don’t really think you have much say, I’m the
one pushing something with your head through my vagina. Harry: I have a normal sized head. Georgie: No you do not. And so we’re having one child. Harry: Three. Twins and a boy Georgie: You can fuck off if you think I’m having twins.