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Classic bed sharing headcanon in the season 1 canonverse:

It starts when he forces her to come to his tent after finding out that hers had a hole in it and she barely had anything to cover herself with at night.

She was surprised by the vigor with which he had dragged her to his place and practically shoved her in his cot which was covered in soft pelts with a few blankets neatly folded on the bottom.

“Get comfortable, princess” he had barked in his typical up guarded Bellamy fashion but she could see the softness in his eyes. 

“Where will you go?” she had seen no point in fighting him now, knowing it won’t end for at least another day but there was also another feeling in her that she tried to ignore as best as she could, and that was the feeling of someone caring for her that way.

“Where do you think? I’m not sleeping on the floor in the middle of the fucking winter.”

“We can’t!” she had stood up abruptly and the fact that she hadn’t eaten or drank anything all day played a part in her swaying so violently he had to steady her.

She slumped in his arms and he pushed her back down again with gentleness she didn’t know he possessed. A few minutes later she felt a metal cup pressed to her lips and his angry voice again “Drink!” so she had. 

It was only maybe an hour or two later (she had truly lost track of time being as tired as she was, having not slept properly for days if not weeks) that she felt him sink right next to her.

Her eyes snap open to find nothing but darkness surrounding them. Somehow it doesn’t scare her as much as when she tries to fall in her own tent.

“Tomorrow we’ll get you something to eat.” he huffs and she watches him adjust the blankets over her. 

There was only one pillow which made it hard for their heads not to be as close as they were.

She knew she should turn her back to him, couldn’t bear the intense look he was giving her so carefully she rolled over.

Distance. The only way to get through this.

In a few days he’d have all but forgotten about her. She could fix her tent, get a blanket and be off his hair for good.

“Why do you do it, princess?” she would’ve missed it if she wasn’t so intently, stubbornly trying to fall asleep. 

His voice was nothing like the rough angry tune he used to bark orders at the kids and her-it was soft, scratchy, peppered with tiredness and soon-to-come sleep.

“Do what?”

“Don’t play fool with me!” she squeezes her eyes shut, hoping he can’t see her wince at the accusation “You barely eat, give all your rations away and never actually rest. On top of that you freeze under a paper thin jacket, your nose is constantly rainy and you sleep in a damn tent with a hole and no blanket!”

“You’re exaggerating!” she tries to brush it off but when she feels him shift next to her and feels his breath fan her ear, she knows she won’t be able to shrug that one off “You know I’m not. But that’s okay, if you can’t take care of yourself, someone else will.”

“And that someone will be you?” she laughs “Please, Bellamy. You don’t give a damn about anyone.” and she knows it’s not true the minute she says it, she regrets it. 

She’s seen the way he takes care of the kids. How he relieves the youngest ones off their shifts because he knows they can’t take the cold like he does. Or the way he gives his unfinished plate of meager rations to the weakest, throws blankets over their wanky shoulders, pesters her about checking up on them, brings in sea weed, goes out hunting on his own in the middle of the storm.

He doesn’t say anything and she lets herself get comfortable in the heat of the blankets. He rolls over and her back is to his which is a relief.

It doesn’t happen right away. 

It’s an arm thrown over her stomach at first or a loose leg entangled between another two. Then it gets to her head nuzzled in his back or his hand touching hers. 

He doesn’t give up, doesn’t forget about it in a few days. Every damn night he waits for her to finish her plate and then practically drags her to his tent. If the kids make subtle comments about it, they don’t pay any attention to them and she thinks he might’ve had a say in it but prefers to ignore it.

It’s warm. 

Everything about Bellamy is sunlight on the brightest of spring days. 

He smells like wood, gunpowder and fire. His curls are the softest thing her hand has touched, his freckles the most beautiful of night skies.

They don’t talk about it. Ever.

They don’t mention the fact that they wake up with her spooning him, practically sprayed on his back or with him nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck.

They never discuss the nightmares or how they hold each other after each one-how soft their touches are, how needed. 

And they never talk about the night they start lying down facing each other instead of their typical back-to-back style they had mastered in the past few months.

No, they do not. There’s time for that. 

Clarke has to believe so. 

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the 100 2x09, remember me, or: l.exa hits on clarke repeatedly one (1) day after she forced her to kill her ex lover

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#stressed

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this is exactly what happened lmao

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day trip is where Clarke reassured Bellamy that he wasnt a monster, that she forgave him and she needed him by her side to lead the delinquents

next ep is basically gonna be part.2 where Bellamy reassures her she's not a monster, that he forgave her for the pit and he still needs her so much it terrifies him

their relationship and dynamic cemented back under that tree on earth, and it's going to be reaffirmed in a forest on a new planet... stronger than time and space and death

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There were two lines that Murphy gave this week that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about. Two lines that I thought were very telling of Murphy, as well as Spacekru as a whole. I can’t help but overthink so please give me this moment.

1. “Can she see me right now?”

This I thought was so interesting, because it is so telling of Murphy’s mental state. Sure, the answer is 99% foreshadowing for a future plot, but the fact that Murphy asks this question, that he’s so bothered by it reveals something to me: he knows he’s in the wrong.

Because if he genuinely thought he was doing what was right - what Monty would’ve wanted, what what best - it wouldn’t have bothered him if Clarke could see him. He’s always been very frank with his cockroach-behavior, and this move would be no different. But he asks. He asks if the person who he’s killing can see him. The person he considered a friend. The person who told stories to her child about how he was funny.

Can she see him?

Can she see him killing her? 

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stop this is so funny she gave bellamy the message and now she’s just waiting on him to do the rest

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what if bellamy was so attuned to finding signals that clarke was alive because he knows clarke radioed him every day and he never heard her so now he’s paying more attention

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WORDS CAN NOT EXPLAIN HOW EXCITED I AM FOR CLARKE TO WIPE THE FLOOR WITH JOSEPHINE

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Bellamy, with all the Prime memory chips, after getting Clarke back:

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Madi and Bellamy are really alone in their grief. No one loved and appreciated Clarke the way they did. 

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Josephine: you’re still here ?

Clarke:

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this is the face of Bellamy “you think I want to live without Clarke again?” Blake

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Josephine: *flirts with Murphy*

Bellamy: why is my wife flirting with Murphy

Murphy: why is Bellamy’s wife flirting with me

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‘if they find out we killed clarke they will burn this world down’

bellamy:

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I was wondering at first why Clarke wasn’t on edge and was so openly vulnerable this season when we’ve always seen her immediately not trust a new setting. This season has so many similarities to season 2 and Mount Weather. In Mount Weather Clarke was immediately cautious and remained so until she revealed her suspicions were right. So why not again?

Clarke’s biggest loss and hardest decision was what resulted with Mount Weather. She (and Bellamy) has to kill so many innocents. It gave her the ‘Wanheda’ title that’s haunted her for years. She’s so open this season because she didn’t want to make that same mistake and instead tried to trust these people and humanity. To do better, like Monty and Harper wanted.

And it got her betrayed, captured, and killed.