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Bellarke Christmas Calender 2017

December 21st:

by Amber [bilexualclarke] [ao3] |

Word count: 2016

Rating: E

Part I

Thank you so much to Amber ♥  for participating in our bellarke christmas. Please go and check out her other great work.

bellarke fanfic ◆ just another graceless night 

rating: explicit (for sexual content)

tags: alternate universe - modern setting, rock band au, secret relationship, fluff, explicit sexual content

description: Clarke Griffin is the newest member of the Alternative Rock band, The Delinquents , but in the band they have one (1) rule: "Everyone hates Bellamy Blake." Of course, Clarke didn't know this when she slept with him... That complicates things a bit.

Name: Caitlin

Nicknames: Cakes

Birthday:November 13th

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Height: 5 feet and 1 in

Favorite color: pink

Time and date at current moment: April 3rd, 5:56pm

Average hours of sleep: 8, anything less and im useless tbh

Lucky Number: 13

Last thing I googled: how to say ‘see you later’ in Icelandic (It’s for a fic)

First word that comes to mind: rain

One places that makes me happy: the house I grew up in


How many blankets I sleep under: start with three, kick off one, twist one around my leg, kick the other off the end of the bed. its a shitshow

Favorite Fictional Character: Peeta Mellark/Carl Gallagher/Daenerys Targaryen/Ross Poldark/Leslie Knope/Hermione Granger/Effie Trinket/Bilbo Baggins/Violet Crawley wow I love me some sassy motherfuckers

Book: The Hobbit, Pride and Prejudice and I’ll be honest here, trashy historical romance novels bc I’m trash.

Animation: Family Guy


TV show: Here we go: Game of Thrones, Parks and Rec, Shameless, Downton Abbey, That 70′s show, Outlander, Poldark, The Office, True Blood


Favorite Beverage: wine or coffee or wine

Favorite Food: haven’t met much I didn’t like


Last movie I’ve seen in cinemas:Beauty and the Beast


Dream Holiday: I’m going next spring! Two weeks in Ireland, Whales, England and Scotland!

Dream Wedding: a big party with love and friends where we eventually tie the knot.  Spoiler alert, it happened.

fic: i guess that’s love (i can’t pretend)

rating: teen and up audiences

tags: alternate universe - modern setting, high school, enemies to friends to lovers, fluff, first date.

They’re halfway through their English assignment and tall cups of to-go coffee when Bellamy smacks his laptop closed so suddenly that it manages to startle her. Eyebrows raised, she watches him silently for a minute, noticing the frustration that shines through his facial features.

“What’s wrong?”

Although he looks at her then, he carefully avoids her eyes. Instead, his gaze seems to be faced on her cheek, and she has no idea why until he notes, “You’ve got some sharpie right there.”

Having said that, Bellamy leaves Clarke to rub at her cheekbone and wonder why the hell he’s acting so weirdly all of a sudden. In all of the years she has known him, he’s always been weird about some things, like how he refuses to drink coffee from gas stations and color-coordinates his M&M’s before eating them, but he’s never been weird like this.

Clarke, being stubborn as always, joins him by the window and places a hand on his shoulder. She feels him tense under her touch before he murmurs, “I fucked up.”

“How much?”

“Big time.”

In effort to cheer him up, Clarke doesn’t interrogate any further. She just steals his glasses like she has a million times before, expecting him to grin in response, but he only frowns. When she takes a step forward, Bellamy does something even more unexpected: He wraps his arm around her, pulling her closer to reclaim the glasses. It might not seem like much, and yet it still manages to make her breath hitch a little.

“I let you distract me. When I first met you, and we bickered all the time, Miller told me that you’d get under my skin eventually. I didn’t think it would ever happen, but here we are.”

They met as freshmen as members of the debate club, so for a while their entire relationship was built on irrelevant disagreements. Eventually, however, they went to the women’s march and the pride parade together, which caused them to discover that they have more in common than what meets the eye.

Unable to say anything in response, Clarke simply stares at him, waiting for a continuation. Bellamy’s eyes search hers before he admits, “I don’t actually need help with the assignment. I just wanted to spend some time with you, because… Because I think you’re cute and intelligent and funny… I’m sorry I lied. I just—“

To silence him, she presses a finger to his full lips, trying not to focus on the fact that his hand is still placed against her spine, keeping the distance between them breathtakingly small. “Seriously, Bellamy. Is it really that difficult to ask me out? Am I that intimidating?”

“A little bit,” he replies as a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Look, I was afraid you were gonna say no and then roast my ass in the debate club or something.”

At that, Clarke cocks her eyebrows, now smiling a little despite herself. “That scenario doesn’t sound impossible. If I was going to turn you down, of course.”

She lets herself enjoy the sight of his surprised expression before she leans in to press her lips to his freckled cheek. When she pulls back, there’s a confident grin on his face that nearly knocks all of the air from his lungs, but as if that isn’t enough, she asks, “Where are you taking me?”

“The rooftop.”

“Classic!” Clarke muses, placing a hand on his chest without really knowing why. Obviously, having your first date with someone on a rooftop isn’t actually classic, but it’s classical Bellamy. In freshman year, the only thing she ever noticed about him was the rough, cocky exterior — However, once they became Sophomores and they became friends, she realized that he’s incredibly soft and more than a little dorky on the inside.

And she knows more about it than he thinks she does. She knows that he has a collection of hand-me-down books that he’d love to turn into a private library one day; that he sings in the shower and pours melted chocolate over popcorn when his sister wants to watch a movie. He’s undoubtedly what her father would call ‘a respectable young man’.

“I’ve read on the weather app that it isn’t going to be very cloudy tonight. Hopefully, we’ll be able to see the stars.”

“Romantic,” Clarke notes, watching the brown skin of his cheek flush a little. The dab of color makes him more attractive, if that’s even possible. If he thinks that he’s the only one who has kept things hidden, then he’s wrong. Often, she catches herself staring at him across the hall as if they’re protagonists in a cheesy music video, and her friends have frequently enjoyed pointing it out.

Inside her chest, her heart is leaping excitedly. “Well, there are still a few hours left ‘til sundown. How about we go shopping for some snacks and cook dinner in the meantime?”

Obviously, Bellamy thinks it’s a great idea….

Even though they return to harmless banter when they try to decide which ice cream flavor to pick, Clarke lets him win, causing him to raise his eyebrows in surprise. Instead of placing his original pick, wild cherry, in the basket, however, he goes for a flavor that’s a nice compromise considering what they both want: Cherry with brownie chunks.

“Nice.”

“If we’re gonna date, we’ll have to get used to this.”

Well, he’s right, even if the things they disagree on are mostly harmless. Years ago, those harmless things all seemed like a big deal, but once they started to genuinely like each other, understanding their differences and dealing with them in a simple way became much easier.

Beside the ice cream, they agree on the rest of the snacks: Skittles, cookies and cream toffee, barbecue chips, root beer and Bellamy’s chocolate-covered popcorn, of course. When Clarke suggests that they have mac and cheese for dinner, because it’s simple, Bellamy huffs.

“Mac and cheese? How am I going to impress you by making that? Nope, it’s not happening.”

Clarke chuckles. “What are you gonna make then? Lobster?”

“Don’t tempt me,” he jokes, winking at her. “Fine, let’s say mac and cheese. But I’ll bet my ass that it’s going to be the best mac and cheese this world has ever seen.”

Teasingly, she nudges him. It’s great that she finds his confidence endearing now. “We’ll see.”

Oh lord. As much as she doesn’t want to fuel his ego by admitting that he managed it, Bellamy has cooked the best mac and cheese the world has ever seen — or, she hasn’t tasted one better, at least. She doesn’t know what he’s put in it, because he won’t tell her, but her taste buds dance in euphoria every time she takes another bite.

Suddenly, she understands why people need to use the word ‘mouthgasm’ sometimes, even though the cheesiness of it makes her cringe.

If he can satisfy her taste buds this much with his cooking, imagine if… No, she’s not going there. Not tonight, that would be too soon. Feeling a blush creep into her cheeks at the thoughts that are suddenly streaming through her mind without permission, Clarke tries not to pay attention to the sensation of Bellamy looking at her.

It’s not possible for him to know, right? To read minds? To turn the attention away from herself, Clarke decides to finally say something. “This is really good.”

When she looks at him then, he’s smiling in the way that makes her heart melt every time she sees it: This smile creates crinkles at the corners of his dark brown eyes, but it’s still soft and seems effortless. Running a hand through his hair, he replies, “I’m glad you think so.”

“Do you have other hidden talents?” Suddenly, that question emerges from her lips, and she immediately curses herself for allowing it. She spends the next second praying that he didn’t catch its sexual undertones, but it looks as if he chokes on nothing, and therefore she can only conclude that he did.

In spite of this, Bellamy seems to gather himself pretty quickly. “Some, I guess. You haven’t seen them yet, though.”

And with that, he leaves her to gape at him while he does the dishes.

Their date is at least as cozy as she’d imagined it would be: Above them, thousands of stars beam and he tells her some of their stories. While he shows her Cassiopeia, and her tragic story falls off his lips as if he’s told it countless times, Clarke thinks the sweetness of the chocolate-covered popcorn has risen to her head…

… Because she can’t stop thinking of kissing him.

“I turned sixteen and started to drive my mother’s car, and Octavia would beg me to go camping with her. That’s when I learned to turn the stars into a map and to make different kinds of snacks that she loved, even if they kept her up all night.”

“You’re a great brother,” Clarke says, mesmerized by the sight of his bronze skin flooded by starlight.

He mutters a thank you, then stays silent for a minute, and she wonders what he’s thinking of until he reveals it. “… Clarke, I’m really sorry I lied to you.”

Without caring, she inches closer, leaving no space between them. As soon as he feels her against his side, Bellamy puts his arm around her. Because of this, she has to take a second before she replies, “Nevermind. I mean, just think about it: We swapped our boring English assignments for this. Instead of correcting each other’s grammar, we went on a date. I think that’s pretty damn cool.”

“It’s very us, isn’t it?”

The question manages to knock every ounce of air from Clarke’s lungs.

Us. They are an ‘us’, a unit.

Well, maybe they have been since they became co-presidents of the debate club, but this feels very different somehow, like rose petals and love songs are lingering at the edges of the word. That’s what takes her breath away.

“It is,” she says, managing to speak in spite of the fact that her heart is beating against the cage of her chest. In the moment that passes afterwards, their eyes lock. She’s not sure for how long, as it could’ve been seconds, minutes, days even. Maybe the sun rises and sets on the sky above them several times, but they just don’t notice.

When they finally kiss, Clarke isn’t sure of much. She doesn’t know who moves first or why — the only thing she is completely certain of is that it feels like a moment of simple bliss — like walking barefoot through a field of wildflowers, like watching raindrops gather in the palm of your hand, like running your fingertips across the spine of your favorite book.

They break apart to catch their breath, but the intense eye contact remains for a couple of minutes, as if their gazes have become jealous of their lips, and they want to kiss as well.

“For all of our screw ups,” Clarke starts, her voice low. “It’s nice to know that we finally did something right.”

Once she’s said that, they throw their heads back in laughter, sending true happiness towards the starry sky.