For that latest list of prompts, can you have Bellamy be the food blogger?
Sure! Full prompt here: “I can’t cook for shit and my mother keeps telling me i’ll never become anything if i can’t even make a proper meal and i somehow stumbled upon your food blog and it has now saved me so many times i just wanted to let you know about my gratitude in this oddly long, ridiculously personal email’ au
The strange part is, she doesn’t so much as find his blog as much as she stumbles upon it.
Someone had left his page up on one of the library computers without logging off, and she found herself skimming the page with little interest at first. Clarke had never gotten the hang of the whole cooking thing anyway- having subsisted on takeout and ramen throughout her college years- and had bristled at the exaggerations of how easy his recipes were. Honestly, it seemed a little presumptuous to assume that someone with entirely no cooking experience could whip up something like rugelach, so.
She had tried out the first recipe out of spite and spite alone, the second because she was bored and, well. Needless to say, she was pretty much a convert by the time his blog started gaining traction. (It didn’t hurt that he- or Blake, as stated on his blog- was handsome too, all tanned skin and wide smiles in the few selfies he posted up. So Clarke might have a small crush on her favorite blogger, and may have possibly left a few long, rambly comments on his posts, shut up)
A tiny part of her recognized that he was based in her area, too, but she had never even considered running into him. It was pretty unlikely, considering how many people actually lived here, so it’s not like she ever dwelled on it.
Which is why she’s not exactly sure how to react when she realises he’s standing just two feet away from her.
He catches her staring, grins. “Sorry, did you need to get by?”