Double Shift

Or the one where Clarke has a disastrous encounter with a vending machine in the maternity ward and Bellamy happens to be there to witness (and laugh at) the whole thing.

Clarke was five hours into her double shift and she felt like she was going to die.  She was pretty sure she hadn’t eaten since breakfast (it was eight at night) and she knew that if she didn’t eat something soon she was going to pass out.

So as soon as she had a break, she ducked out from her rounds and headed for the vending machine in the maternity ward because it was always the best stocked.

She’d been expecting to grab a bag of chips, eat it in the elevator, and go back to working herself to the bone, as usual.

What she had not been expecting was her chips to get stuck in the vending machine.  Now, this was something that had somehow never happened to Clarke.  She’d once had a nightmare about it and woke up in a cold sweat (sue her, she liked her junk food) but it had never actually been a thing that happened in real life.

Now here she was, in the hallway of the maternity ward’s sixth floor, looking forlorn and out of place, staring at the vending machine and the bag of Ruffles cheddar and sour cream potato chips that were dangling by just the smallest amount.

She considered her options.  She could shake it and hope that would get it out.  She had a hand on either side of the vending machine when she realized this could potentially be much worse.  Vending machines weren’t attached to the floor.  She could topple it over. It could land on her.  She could die.  So that was out.

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proudselffeminist asked:

11, 15 and 22 with your favorite ship :)

Okay these were a bit difficult to weave together and I had to twist them a bit (especially the second one, sorry!) but here’s 11: “I’m calling really drunk right now, can you pick me up a city over?”, 15:  “I’m a cop and I’m here because your neighbor thought you were screaming bloody murder” and 22: “after way too much tequila I tried to hook up with you but you tucked me in and brought me coffee in the morning.”
Just because drunk!Clarke is one of my favorite things ever and everyone needs more policeofficer!Bellamy in their lives, right?

It wasn’t until Clarke stood up to go to the bathroom that she realized how hammered she was.  She cursed Finn and herself.  But mostly Finn, the asshole he hadn’t felt the necessity to tell her about his other girlfriend.  His serious girlfriend.

Naturally the only solution to being told that the guy you were kinda into and who you thought was into you already had a girlfriend was to go to a bar and drink.  And so that’s what Clarke had done.  Too much, apparently.  Tequila always would be the death of her.

She’d been planning on getting slightly tipsy, maybe a bit on the drunk side, taking a cab home, crying into the potentially freezer-burned tub of ice cream she’d been saving for a crisis, and going to sleep.

Now all of those plans were out the window.  Mostly because she was pretty sure there was only one bartender but she was seeing two.  Surely multiple people couldn’t have that glorious of a mustache, she thought.  Was he also on the phone?  That was something Clarke should do.  Call someone.  To come get her.

She slumped back onto the stool and fished her phone out of her pocket.  Speed dial 2, she thought.  He would be her best bet.

He answered on the first ring.  “Clarke?”

“Hey, Bellamy,” she said slowly, fully aware for the first time of how badly her words were slurring together.

She could hear the exasperation in his voice when he asked, “Are you drunk?”

Clarke shrugged.  Then remembered he couldn’t see her and said, “Maybe?”  A long pause. “Can you come get me?”

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bellarkesupernova asked:

OH MY GOSH CAN I HAVE THIS AU WITH BELLARKE “my friend thought you were cute so she tried to take a picture of you for snapchat and her flash went off but when you looked our way she shoved her phone into my hands and nOW YOU THINK IT’S ME AND OH GOD PLS DON’T BE MAD” au??:)


“He’s hot,” Raven said around the straw of her iced coffee, pointing to the dark-haired stranger sitting two tables away, hunched over a laptop, typing furiously, earbuds stuffed in his ears.

“Sure,” Clarke said dismissively.  “If you like the manic typing sort.  Hey, Rave, what the hell are you doing?”

Raven adjusted the angle of the phone she was holding up just a bit.  “Taking a picture for snapchat, obviously.”

Clarke lunged across the table, nearly knocking over both their drinks.  “Don’t you da-”

The flash went off just as the stranger looked up.  Right at Clarke.  Raven threw the phone at her in a rush as she rocketed out of her chair, taking her cup with her.  Clarke caught the phone on instinct, staring down at it in shock (it was a good picture, she noted) then looking up at the staring stranger.  She saw the exact moment that his eyes flicked down to the phone and then back up at her.

He stood up carefully, closed his laptop, and crossed the small distance between them, leaning his hands on the table.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” he asked, voice controlled but still with a current of anger.

“Uh.” Clarke looked down at Raven’s phone.  “This isn’t mine.”

“Then why are you holding it?”

“It’s my roommate’s.”

“I don’t think that really answers the question, do you?”

“My roommate…took the picture?” she offered.  “Because she thought you were hot?”

Thank God Raven had disappeared off somewhere.  This would have been significantly more awkward if she’d been there.

“I swear I’m not creepy,” she added.  Well done, Clarke, she thought.  Because that’s totally not something someone creepy would say.

“And where is your roommate?”

Clarke shrugged helplessly.  “Gone?”

He was smiling now.

“What was your roommate planning on doing with said picture?” he asked, sliding into Raven’s vacated seat.

Clarke gaped at him.  “Snapchatting it?”

He laughed.  “Hmmm.  That’s a new one.  I guess it’s an ego boost, right?”  A wider smile.

She found herself mesmerized by how even his teeth were.  Surely no one’s teeth were naturally that straight.  He must have some kind of invisible retainer, she decided.  He was looking at her with a concerned look now and she realized it was because she hadn’t answered his question and now an awkward pause was stretching out between them.

“Right,” she said hurriedly.

He chuckled.  “Distracted, princess?”

She glared at him.  “Like I’d say yes to that.”

A smirk.  “I think that was a yes.”

She sniffed.  “Hardly.”

They stared at each other across the table.  She laughed.  “This is ridiculous,” she muttered.  “I’m going to kill Raven later.”

He cocked his head to the side.  “Is she your roommate?”

Clarke nodded.

“And Raven’s roommate’s name is?”

Clarke smiled at the slyness of the question.  “Clarke.  Clarke Griffin.”

“Pleased to meet you, Clarke Griffin, I’m Bellamy Blake.”  He looked down at her cup, “That empty?”

She nodded slowly.

“You want another one?”

A smile spread across her face.  “Sure.”

ponytoe asked:

Prompt- Modern bellarke (pre relationship) laser tag?

YES LASER TAG.  I have a lot of very strong feelings about laser tag.  I took pre-relationship to mean before they’re dating just because I’ve been writing a lot of “strangers” fics lately.  I hope that’s okay?

“Come on, Clarke,” Octavia said as they put on their vests. “It’ll be fun.”

“I don’t know what your idea of fun is, but it clearly is significantly off,” Clarke grumbled.  “I am not particularly interested in spending my evening shooting people with a fake laser while your brother makes snide comments at me across the room.”

Octavia snorted.  “He just does it because he knows it bothers you.”

“Yes,” Clarke growled.  “I know.  And that bothers me even more.”

She locked with Bellamy, Octavia’s older brother who had done nothing but torment her from the moment they met, from across the room.  He grinned at her and made a rude gesture with his hand.

Clarke felt herself swell up with anger.  “That’s it,” she said to Octavia.  “This is the time that he’s going down.”

Octavia patted her shoulder gently.  “Just don’t break anything.”

Clarke glared at Bellamy across the room again.  He flashed her a shark-like smile, and then followed the rest of the group into the arena.

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multifandomm-mess asked:

YAAAAY! Thanks for taking this prompt! *takes a deep breath* Okay, bellarke AU where one of them uses their hands a lot while they're talking and they're really into the story they're telling so they accidentally punch the other in the face and that's how they meet. I think it would be funny for either one to be the puncher, so I'm gonna leave it up to you!

“Babe,” Raven said as he slid Clarke’s glass across the bar.  “You have got to chill out.”

Clarke took a giant gulp.  “I just don’t get what I did wrong,” she lamented.  “I thought everything went fine?”

Raven was pouring a whiskey for a businessman two seats down from Clarke but she was nodding.  She slid the man his drink and returned to Clarke, leaning her elbows on the bar.  “Clarke,” she said slowly.  “It was an OkCupid date.  What were you really expecting?”

Clarke threw her hands up.  “I don’t know?” She felt like she was on the verge of tears.

Ignoring the group of frat boys hollering for another round of beers, Raven leaned closer.  “Clarke, babe, it’s going to be fine.  Okay?  That guy was a douche.  You’re a great catch and if he can’t see that he’s not worth your time.  Got it?”  When Clarke nodded Raven held up a finger.  “Now let me go take care of Asshole Squad over there and then I’ll be back, all right?”

Clarke nodded and Raven picked her way down the bar, weathering the hollers of the frat boys with her practiced patience.

“Okay,” she said when she returned.  “Now tell me exactly what happened.”

Clarke took another sip of her drink and spun the glass idly on the bar top, choosing her next words.  “Well, the date itself went fine you know?” She waved a hand in the air.  “Like he kissed me on the cheek when we met at the restaurant and pulled my chair out for me and he smiled a lot and laughed?”  She trailed off, a far off look in her eye.

Raven tapped her lightly upside the head.  “Don’t you do that, Clarke Griffin.  You are not daydreaming about that asshole.”

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