Wells is the one who actually wants to join a gym. His pitch to Clarke is that he needs a buddy to keep him accountable, so they should sign up together, and she about half-believes him, in that she thinks it’s about half true. He really does like having company, but he’s also Wells. In general, he is motivated and responsible and definitely would go to the gym on his own. He doesn’t actually need Clarke to go with him.
But Clarke was lagging on finding a gym for herself, making excuses about how she’d do it later, and Wells probably figured he should just find a gym and come up with a schedule for both of them. They were gym buddies in high school and then she didn’t go to the gym much in college; maybe he’s the missing piece of her fitness routine.
The place he picks is only a few blocks from their apartment, on her way home from work, which is another point in favor of the whole plan, and enough to tip her into actually agreeing. They meet up at the train station, go over to the gym together, and Wells does whatever magic he does to be secretly super ripped while Clarke watches trashy TV on the stair master.
It’s a good system, one that Clarke likes and feels no need to disrupt with anything drastic like group classes or making eye contact with anyone else in the gym for a good three months, right up until she first notices The Guy.
Tag: the 100
hey friends, it’s MARCH which means the end of the month will mark three years of my being in this fandom! so weird, right? buzz, bee emoji
anyway, I’m (mostly) recovered from holiday fills, so let’s do a giveaway! HERE’S THE DEAL
- reblog this post by 3/19 at 8 pm EST
- move on with your life
- I’ll use a random number generator to pick three winners
- if you win you get
- a fic!
- a t100 fic!
- usual pairings! things I write! you know the drill by now right?
- of at least five thousand words
- if you want timestamps etc I’m open to it but might say no we’ll see
- if you don’t win you get
- nothing
- but you’re still cool!!
- also I’ll probably do another timestamp poll like last year so stay tuned for that
- got it?
- I hope so
- woo!
Naked and Afraid reality show au, where bellarke knew each other before meeting, and plot twist- end up in a real survival situation.
Given Clarke signed up to be naked and stranded, it feels unfair to be upset about that, but she signed up to be naked and stranded with a stranger, and instead here she is in the middle of nowhere with Bellamy Blake, who is–
Okay, he’s not actually the last person she’d want to be stranded with. Clarke does know worse people than Bellamy, both globally and in a crisis. But the deal was that she’d be with a stranger. The network gave her a list of names to confirm that she didn’t know any of her potential companions, and now here she is, face-to-face with a naked Bellamy Blake.
“Did you know?” she demands.
Bellamy crosses his arms over his chest. The crew just looks baffled, and Clarke realizes with shock that none of them knew. This is, somehow, an accident.
“How the fuck would I know?”
“Language,” says the camera operator. “Is there a problem?”
“We know each other.”
“She wasn’t on the list I got,” Bellamy adds. He’s sort of trying not to look at her body too much, but it’s difficult.
“Huh. Let me check that with the producers,” says the camera operator, and she pulls out a cell phone.
Clarke and Bellamy watch each other, Clarke doing her best to cover her breasts and Bellamy keeping his eyes fixed somewhere slightly above her forehead.
“I should have known you’d end up on a show like this,” he finally says.
high school fake dating au for bellarke, please! maybe nerd/punk or badboy!Bellamy/prep!Clarke, if you feel like it?
“So, you hate a lot of people, right?”
Bellamy looks up from his DS to find that Clarke Griffin has seated herself across from him, looking surprisingly at ease given he’s never seen her out here before. As a rule, the only people who come out to the benches behind the gym are cutting class, and he didn’t think she did that.
“Is that a pickup line or what?” he asks, frowning. “Do you have a follow up?”
“Kind of and yes.” She regards him. “Do you hate Ontari?”
“I do, yeah.”
“She hates me too. And you.”
“Glad we’re all on the same page,” he says, even though he doesn’t really hate Clarke. Mostly, he doesn’t really know Clarke that well. Depending on what she’s like, he could go either way. “And?”
“She bet me that I was too much of a sad nerd to ever land a boyfriend, which is bullshit. And when I told her I could, she told me it had to be you.”
“How did you even get into this conversation?” He doesn’t really get female social dynamics, but even taking that into account, this feels like kind of a lot.
“We’re both on the planning committee for the winter formal. She was telling me all the boring organizational shit I could do the night of because I clearly wouldn’t have a date.”
“So you want me to go to the winter formal with you to spite Ontari?”
“And on a couple other dates beforehand. I want to really sell it.”
She sounds so earnest, he doesn’t know quite what to say. “You want to convince her that this is real?” he finally asks.
“Think of it as She’s All That, except instead of me pretending there is no bet, you’re in on it. Because that’s a way better way to handle that situation.”
thanks so much for doing this again, it’s always super fun!!! after much deliberation my love for the single best asshole friend murphy fic in the universe won out, and my request is “in the library of my house i have a laugh” + graduation :)
Original fic here!
If Murphy had his way, he’d never actually leave grad school.
It’s not so much that grad school is so great and more that once he leaves grad school, he needs something else to do, and that’s a terrifying prospect. He’s pretty sure he doesn’t have a future in academia, not with how much better everyone else in academia is at the whole thing than he is, and he can’t just coast on Jaha thinking he’s brilliant forever. And if he’s not in academia, he doesn’t know what else to do. Somehow, horrifyingly, that’s all he knows.
“Maybe a self-help book,” says Emori. “Isn’t that how people with philosophy degrees and no other skills make money?”
“I think we just starve to death,” he says, staring up at the ceiling. He doesn’t want to have an existential crisis, but it might be unavoidable.
“I still don’t know why you’re so convinced you can’t get a job here,” Emori says. “Jaha isn’t the only one in the department who likes you.”
“Yeah, but can you imagine me as a teacher? Fuck, I don’t want to have the read the bullshit I write, fuck student papers. TAing was a nightmare, and I don’t want to publish research.”
“If only they had an open position for a visionary.”
“I think that’s Jaha too.” He huffs. “You got an idea for that self-help book? I think it only works if I’m actually successful.”
“You have a PhD and minimal student debt. That’s success to many.”
“Probably better to just skip it and be a bartender,” he grumbles, and she kisses his forehead.
“We might be hiring.”
“Awesome, keep me posted.”
THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE FICS EVER AHSJFKAJDKAKNS
Maybe something along the lines of bellarke working at stores on opposing sides of the street + warring holiday window displays?
The thing about the holiday window display is that Clarke is—kind of—a real artist. She certainly wants to be a real artist, and is getting her MFA in graphic design, and has even won some contests for her work. She has, not to put too fine a point on it, skills.
Which is why Roan asks her to do the window displays at the store in the first place.
Well, okay, that’s why he says he asks her to do the window displays, but Clarke’s pretty sure about ninety percent of his motivation is that he doesn’t want to do it himself, and he’s just using the art thing to butter her up. But she’d be pissed if he asked any of the other employees, so whatever his motivation, she’s not objecting. She likes doing the window display. It’s fun. Usually, she changes them once a month, with different themes, and everyone agrees she does a good job with that.
But the holiday season is on another level.
“I’m thinking one every week,” she tells Raven. Raven doesn’t actually work at the store, but is dating Roan and therefore hangs out a lot because she likes spending time with him and he gave her the employee wifi password. Clarke considers her a perk of the job.
“You want to do a new display every week?” Raven asks. “Starting when?”
“That’s the question. I’m against holiday creep, but I accept that it’s a thing, and if we don’t go with it, it might hurt business.”
Raven frowns. “Has anyone in the history of the world ever looked at a store, found they don’t have Christmas lights up, and decided not to shop there?”
“There are people who believe the war on Christmas is a real thing,” Clarke points out. “Honestly, anything is possible.”
Time travel bellarke. For some reason one or both travel to the past and it was not good. Or anything you want but with timetravel
I couldn’t come up with a historical era for them to go to, so I just made this a Star Trek AU with them coming back to now oops
If and when Bellamy gets back to his own time, he’s going to petition Starfleet to add some mandatory classes on what to do if you’re thrown back in time and/or into a parallel universe, because he thinks generic guidelines and word-of-mouth tips just aren’t cutting it. They need to stop acting like this doesn’t happen all the fucking time.
“At least we’re on Earth,” says Clarke, looking around with a frown.
“I don’t know, Vulcan might be better. If we told Vulcans we were time travelers from the future, they’d probably roll with it and help. This doesn’t look like an advanced enough Earth to give us any help.”
“I think the Prime Directive forbids talking about being a time traveler.”
“Yeah, and we never ignore the Prime Directive.”
Clarke huffs a laugh, and he smiles too. He wouldn’t admit it without some serious interrogation, but Clarke is probably his first choice for a companion in any tight spot. She’s smart and capable and practical, idealistic without being stupid. Which is kind of a problem with Starfleet, in his experience.
“Never,” she agrees, and when the computer finishes its analysis with a ping, she’s the one to go check it. “You want the bad news?”
“No, I like going into potentially hostile situations blind.”
“It could be worse. Early twenty-first century. Pollution levels are near critical, so I’d say between 2015 and 2020.”
“Fuck, we probably landed in the Trump administration,” he says, rubbing his face. “Just our fucking luck.”
“We just need to survive long enough to repair the ship.”
“Yeah, because if there’s one thing we’re great at, it’s ship repairs.”
“You know what doesn’t help? This shit,” says Clarke, mild, but with just enough of an edge to snap him out of it.
“You’re the optimist here,” he says. “But I’ll go with it. So—what’s the plan?”
She looks around the ship, thoughtful. “First step is figuring out if the replicators work and if we have anything we can sell without compromising the timeline.”
It’s as good a place to start as any.
“Yeah,” he says. “Let’s see what we’ve got.”
The 100, Bellamy/Clarke/Raven (Bravenlarke? whatever). Bellamy and Raven got together on the Ark, so when they return to Earth and find that Clarke is still alive, the answer is obviously OT3.
“You were in love with her, weren’t you?”
It’s not a question Bellamy was expecting now, although it was one he was expecting. He was all ready for it earlier, in the first few months. Sometime between his looking like an open wound and his learning to hide it. And he was expecting it from Echo or Murphy, someone blunt, who wanted him to just get over it. But it’s been over five years, they’re still stuck up here, and he wasn’t expecting anyone to ever bring her up again, not until they were on the ground and it was his job to tell her mother what happened.
He especially didn’t expect it from Raven, and especially not when they’re curled together, naked and sweaty and sated. It’s been a long time coming, the two of them, and he was ready to bask in the afterglow, a much better one than they got the last time they did this.
He’d like to protest, to say the question is unfair and unnecessary, but he doesn’t have to ask who she means, and that’s probably reason enough for her to ask.
Still, it’s easy to answer, easier than it would have been when Clarke was still a part of his life. It’s easy to love ghosts; no one will ever expect you to do anything about it. “Yeah.” He kisses Raven’s hair. “That doesn’t have anything to do with this. Us.”
“I know. Just curious. We all figured you did.”
“You loved her too, right?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t want to date her.”
“Really? I feel like you guys would have been good together.”
She laughs, and it’s the strangest thing to be laughing about, but this is the good part. The two of them talking about their friend, whom they both loved, in their own ways. “Wouldn’t have wanted to get between you two.”
“That would have been fun too,” he teases, and she leans up to kiss him, and he’s not an open wound anymore, not really.
A part of him is always going to be bleeding, but that’s fine. As long as he’s alive to bleed.
For now, we make the rules.
Question of Smoke 