when clarke and raven's roommate leaves the two of them to pay a three-bedroom rent on student income, they offer bellamy her room out of convenience. then, after clarke's girlfriend leaves for a semester abroad in london she starts to warm to her new downstairs-bartender turned roommate, going to him whenever she had a problem or needed someone to drunkenly vent to about her shitty professors. huh, maybe he wasn't such a dick after all.
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So, you really broke up with Shepherd?
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@jasperjjordan: oooh @cgriffin, @jmurph is disrespecting ur house rules. what u gonna do?
@cgriffin: they are amendable jasper, and if u and murphy don’t get ur asses out of my fucking tub i’m introducing rule eight: permanent apartment ban for jasper jordan and john murphy.
@mrblake: and after that i’ll add on rule nine: ignore rule eight @cgriffin
@cgriffin: ur really starting to rub me the wrong way, blake. @mrblake
@jmurph: u do realise that sounded dirty right @cgriffin
@jasperjjordan: dirty enough she might need a quick wash in the tub whadya think huh? @jmurph
@ravreyes: killed the joke, jas.
@cgriffin: fuck you all @jasperjjordan @jmurph @mrblake
#somewhere in between together#the 100#the100edit#bellamy blake#the 100 au#bellarke#clarke griffin#john murphy#jasper jordan#raven reyes
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somewhere in between (together) ; chapter three teaser
as always, read the full thing on the ao3. new chapter should be up sometime soon featuring some full delinquent team interactions @ the bar
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A look of remembrance flashes across Clarke's face, breaking the moment. "Oh, speaking of household purchases, guess what I bought from Target today," Clarke grins, running over to her shopping bags by the armchair.
"Please tell me it's a fucking muzzle," Bellamy mutters, snapping right back into his role of the antagonist and Raven slaps him on the chest playfully.
"I heard that!" Clarke shouts from the adjoining room. She runs back in. "Ta-daaa!"
"That's a photoframe," Raven states blandly.
Then Bellamy looks closer and sees what's inside said photo frame. It's Clarke's bullshit house rules.
"You are unbelievable," he states making her grin even wider.
"So, where do you think is the best place to hang it? I vote for the inside of Bellamy's bedroom door. That way, everyday when he leaves his room he's forced to think-"
"Clarke, I only just agreed to abide by these fucking rules, you're already pushing your luck," he warns.
"Okay," Raven soothes, taking the frame in her hands. "How about we just put it… above the sink? Next to the chore rota?"
"You've already tacked that up? I don't even know why I'm surprised," Bellamy scoffs as he shoves the last of his groceries in the cupboard and shuts it a little louder than he should've. "Oh I'm sorry, was that too loud for rule number five? What's my punishment? You know, you really should figure out a proper penalty for breaking those rules. Or, are we going to be rewarded every time we adhere to them instead? Oooh, are we getting a star chart?" Bellamy asks with feigned enthusiasm.
Clarke looks at him a moment. Then picks up her mug, rolls her eyes and heads back towards her bedroom, "I hate living with you already."
"Miss you already roomie," Bellamy shouts back.
She sticks her free hand out to flip him off before slamming her door on him. Raven sighs and flops back on the couch. Everything is just the way it should be.
#the 100#bellarke#the 100 fanfiction#the 100 ff#bellarke fanfiction#bellarke ff#bellarke au#the 100 au
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somewhere in-between (together) ; chapter two
Raven’s eyes flash and dart over to Clarke’s meaningfully. “Actually,” she starts, and Clarke groans because she suddenly realises where this is all headed.
Now she remembers that ‘little proposition’ Raven brought up to her last night. Before the drunken rendition of 'Africa’, but just after her terribly high pitched rework of 'September’, Raven had 'oh-so-casually’ brought up the notion of offering Harper’s spare room to Bellamy… And, since it was Lexa’s last night in New York and Clarke couldn’t think about anything else but memorising every shade of green in Lexa’s eyes so she could paint them later, she’d absently told Raven it 'sounds like a great idea’.
Basically, she’d just agreed to live with a person that she’d not-so playfully nicknamed 'the devil incarnate’. Great.
after clarke and raven’s roommate leaves the two of them to pay a three-bedroom rent on student income, they offer bellamy her room out of convenience. then, when clarke’s girlfriend leaves for a semester abroad in london she starts to warm to her new downstairs-bartender turned roommate, going to him whenever she had a problem or needed someone to drunkenly vent to about her shitty professors. huh, maybe he wasn’t such a dick after all.
#the 100#bellarke#the 100 ff#the 100 fanfiction#bellarke ff#bellarke fanfiction#bellarke fic#bellarke au#the 100 au#bellamy blake#clarke griffin
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bellamy blake ; a modern day moodboard
classics major that's very good with the one liners, but that’s pretty much all for show; he uses humour and sarcasm as a shield so that people don’t get close enough to realise he has no idea what he’s doing with his life and doesn’t let himself believe he’ll ever amount to anything. once you get to know him past surface level, he’s basically a stubborn old-fashioned highly-opinionated 50-year old in a 20-year old’s body. works at the bar below clarke and raven’s apartment so when their old roommate harper moves out, raven offers him the vacancy and he snaps it up. clarke is less than enthused.
#the 100#bellamy blake#the100edit#bellamyblakeedit#the 100 au#the 100 ff#bellarke au#somewhere in between together#sibt: bellamy blake
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somewhere in between (together) ; chapter two teaser
hey, she’s back. lets just call that the pilot to series-order gap shall we. i’m gonna be posting chapter two over on ao3 later tonight. for now here’s a preview of what’s to come.
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“Knock, knock!” Jasper sing-songs, strolling into the apartment. Monty trails behind, holding a suspicious-looking tray with a white cloth draped over it in his hands.
“Jasper, there is literally a door right there. You’re the one with the free hands, you could have just actually fucking knocked,” Monty says, kicking the door shut behind them. Jasper rolls his eyes, oblivious.
“Ah, Jasper! That reminds me, bonus rule!” Clarke announces, picking up the notepad again.
“Brilliant. Because the first six were just bundles of fun!” Bellamy huffs. Clarke flips him off.
“Wait, what the fuck is this?” Jasper asks, leading Monty over to dump the tray on the coffee table with an unceremonious thud.
“Clarke seems to think I’m some lawless brute from the fucking viking era that’s gonna come in here and fuck up her sickeningly pristine puritan household, so she’s making a list of house rules to teach me proper roommate etiquette,” Bellamy explains.
“Yeah, whatever. Anyway, back to the bonus rule,” Clarke continues, “Rule number seven. No. Sleeping. In my bathtub.”
“Wha- Since when was that a thing?” Jasper grumbles, flopping down onto the rug.
“Jasper, most people don’t need it in writing to know that it’s inappropriate to pass out in their best friends-slash-neighbors’ tub every other night. They just don’t do it,” Raven teases and Monty chuckles, consoling him with a gentle pat on the back.
“Anyways… What’s up with the tray?” Bellamy asks.
“Judging by the smell, I’m surprised you even have to ask,” Clarke says, flapping her hand in front of her face.
Monty’s smile widens. “We made brownies!” he grins, whipping the cloth off the tray. “With a twist,” Jasper adds, wiggling his eyebrows.
“You guys seriously need to stop calling them that. They’re just fucking pot brownies. Everybody knows what the twist is. They’re fucking brownies, it’s obvious. If you showed me some cupcakes ‘with a twist’, maybe I’d hazard a guess but there’s no imagination needed for brownies with a twist. Come on guys,” Raven snarks.
“Well excuse me for trying to mix it up a bit. Jesus, I’m getting attacked from all sides today. I’m like fucking Germany at the beginning of World War One,” Jasper huffs, crossing his arms and going back to sulking. “Fine, whatever. Bellamy, here’s your boring housewarming basic pot brownies. Dig in.”
Monty turns to Raven, “So I guess your little outburst means you won’t be wanting any then.”
“Well, I mean I didn’t say that…”
#the 100#bellarke#the 100 fanfiction#the 100 au#bellarke au#bellarke fanfiction#bellarke ff#the 100 ff#bellamy blake#clarke griffin
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