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do you think bellamy and clarke's relationship is really just platonic?

nope. i mean i know it probably sounds biased from me since i ship them so hard but i’m going to explain my reasoning since i’ve been wanting to address this for ages:

there is a difference between a platonic relationship and a platonic relationship with purposely written romantic undertones.

what are romantic undertones?

they are things purposely put in the narrative by the writers that makes viewers root for two people to get together. Here’s some examples:

As the writers admit, this was a parallel to how bellamy would do anything for clarke. besides octavia of course, can you picture bellamy saying this about anyone else? would he say it about miller? about raven? about jasper? those are all platonic relationships, but saying something like this usually goes deeper than just friendship. and the writers are well aware of that fact. someone had to sit down, think of that line in regards to bellamys feelings for clarke, and write that down on paper.

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AU prompts: masterlist of lists

Okay so if you’re anything like me you see those lists of au ideas floating around and you like them but when it comes time to write something and you need an idea you have no idea what you tagged them as or if they’re buried somewhere in your likes so….have a list of some of the ones I’ve come across! (updated with more lists on may 4th, 2015)

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Bellarke AU - When Clarke is taken captive by the Mountain Men, she makes an unlikely friendship with Security Guard Bellamy Blake. When word gets out about the plans President Wallace has for the 48, Bellamy makes the choice to become a traitor by protecting Clarke and her people (sacrificing his life in the process).

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first meetings and slow realizations : heart eyes and heart stickers (3/8)

A/N: for killgravity :))

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“we’re both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up at work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it I hATE YOU but also thanks”

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Clarke loved nothing more than serving good coffee. It was artistry in its own right. Rather, she liked drawing pictures in the coffee foam. The customers ate it up, and she increased the flow of customers during her shift. Clarke was pretty sure that was the only reason she hadn’t been fired yet. She was a bit of a klutz. It wasn’t her fault though, not really. She couldn’t help that she was short and had a hard time reaching some of the supplies that were beyond her reach. She’d managed to knock things down enough that it had drawn the attention of her coworker, Bellamy. Bellamy was the complete opposite of Clarke. He may not have had any artistic skill, but he supplied the people centric atmosphere that Clarke lacked. They made a great team whenever they worked shifts together, but Bellamy made sure he took advantage of every chance he had to tease Clarke about her height inferiority. One day, Clarke had enough. She was tired of not being able to reach things, so she perilously tried to climb the shelf, only to be startled by Bellamy’s amused snickers behind her. She turned her head to shoot him a glare and consequently lost her grip. Clarke landed on her back. Bellamy stepped into her line of sight, a wicked grin on his face. “Need some help, princess?” “No,” Clarke huffed and pulled herself up. He crossed his arms as if pleased with the situation. “Suit yourself.” “The nerve of that guy,” Clarke muttered under her breath. Fortunately, Clarke finished the rest of their shift without either falling or knocking anything else over. When Clarke came into the work next day, she headed straight for the back. She was going to do her best to get supplies down before Bellamy showed up, just in case an incident would happen again. But when Clarke opened the door, she found a black stool with little heart stickers all over it. When she drew closer, she realized it also had her name on it. Clarke scowled. Bellamy was just making fun of her about this. She went back to the front of the store, only to find Bellamy wiping down tables and whistling. “What is THAT?” He stopped and leaned forward on the table. “What’s what, princess?” She frowned and gestured wildly toward the stock room. “You know.” “Oh, that,” Bellamy drawled. “I believe the words you’re looking for is thank you.” “I don’t need this!” The smile dropped from his face. “I was just trying to help-” “With little heart stickers? Really.” “Maybe that was pushing the envelope-” “Just a little,” Clarke deadpanned. “How else was I supposed to get your attention in a nonconventional way?” Clarke’s eyes widened. “Wait, what?” Bellamy ran his hand through his hair and looked at the ceiling as if asking for divine patience.  "Princess, you never pay any attention to me unless I’m irritating you. I thought I would try a different approach, but I guess it worked in a bittersweet way. “ "Bittersweet?” He smiled sadly at her. “You’re talking to me, but you think I’m being mean.” “Bellamy, I-” “It’s fine, Clarke. Better get started on the morning round. Use the stool or don’t. I don’t care. “He resumed wiping the counters, but the playful whistle had died from his lips. Clarke returned to the stock room and peered at the daunting shelf. She closed her eyes and counted to ten. Maybe Bellamy and she had more chemistry than she previously thought. That’s why their banter worked so well, and his had become less barbed the past couple of weeks.   With one last look at the door, she pulled the stool out and easily got the supplies down. Clarke carried them to their workstation and began to put them away. Bellamy leaned over the counter and looked curiously at the supplies. "You used the stool?” “Maybe,” Clarke said as she bit her lip. “Look, I-“ "No, it’s fine, Clarke. I didn’t expect you to feel the same way. No pressure.” Bellamy smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Deciding to trust her gut, she grabbed his shirt before he was able to lean away from the counter and pressed her lips to his. He responded eagerly, pressing his hands to cup her cheeks. She wound her fingers through his curly hair, and pulled him as close as she possibly could with a counter separating them. When the pulled apart, Bellamy rested his forehead on hers. “I’m really hoping you meant that,” he said with a raspy voice. “Just because I’m a little stubborn sometimes doesn’t mean I can’t make right decisions when it’s important.” Needless to say, that was only the start of a different kind of banter at the coffee shop.

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I really want a Parks and Rec inspired au where Octavia is a teacher at the local high school and drags Bellamy and Clarke into helping her run the school’s model UN and they end up getting wayyyyy too into it

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THE 100 MODERN AESTHETICS: clarke griffin bc i totally see her as an architect  

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some au ideas that have been floating around my brain:

you both grab for the last pint of ice cream at the supermarket and end up arguing over it au

i keep setting my kitchen stove on fire and you’re the long suffering firefighter on call au

my dog won’t stop barking at your cat in the waiting room at the vets au

you got stood up on a date at the coffee shop i work in here let me get you a drink on the house au

your mail keeps coming to my house even though you don’t live there anymore how the fuck do i return it to you au

we get the same train to work every morning and you always take the good seat so i glare at you until you let me sit there au

i’m scared to walk home in the dark and its really late so i called a random number and got you au

you left one of your shirts in the washer and it got mixed up with my stuff and i didn’t realise until you shouted at me from across the street au

i desperately need a birthday cake and my friend told me you could bake really well au

i hit you in the balls in a paintball match i’m so sorry oh my god au

the walls are really thin and i can hear everything you’re saying could you please shut the fuck up new neighbour au

you jog shirtless past my house every morning au

i walk in on you correcting people’s misspelled bathroom graffiti au

you write me a bad restaurant review and i force myself into your kitchen so i can cook you my food until you admit it’s good au

you live across the hall and hide in my apartment when you want to avoid your one night stands au

we’re the only single people at this wedding table lets get drunk and bitch about everyone au

someone in the dorms makes amazing cookies and you’re trying to figure it out and walk in on me baking at four in the morning au

my best friend has a popular youtube channel and drags me into their videos and people comment on how we seem like a couple isn’t that awkward au

we both get lost at disneyworld and somehow stumble across each other and decide to be lost together au

my kite got tangled in your kite at the park au

you’re sitting in my spot in the library what the fuck dude get out of my seat au

you’re gesticulating violently and accidentally hit me in the face au

we’re both desperately trying to buy something for our relatives in the airport shops because we forgot to when we were on holiday maybe we could help each other out au

you fell over in the subway car and landed in my lap au

you sit behind me and poke me every time i fall asleep during 9am lectures thank you can i buy you a coffee? au

our suitcases look the same and we accidentally picked up the wrong one at the airport au

you’re in the hospital bed next to me and we fight over what to watch on the shared tv au

we never talk but we make eye contact whenever anyone says something incredibly stupid during class au

awkward teenage seven-minutes-in-heaven au

you’re shouting in my face about your society at the freshman fair so i sign my name just to shut you up au

we’re on the same ‘travel-across-a-continent’ holiday plan why don’t we just stick together for the whole trip au

foreign exchange student au

i always see you in the library and i think you’re really cute so i leave you little post it notes on your work whenever you go and get a book just to see you blush au

you’ve-got-mail au

my mum knows your mum and they’re trying to set us up but all i can remember of you is that time you stuck gum in my hair when we were seven so i automatically don’t like you au

i accidentally open the door right before you knock and smack you in the face au

there’s a really cute new intern at your place of work and your friends bully you into talking to them au

our school is doing a secret-santa and i got you au

the-princess-diaries au

we’re the only two people left who are single in our friendship group and they all decide to try and set us up with each other au

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IM TRASH I CANT BE STOPPED

Okay but I’m seriously feeling the idea of YouTuber!Bellarke like Clarke does D.I.Y craft videos on her channel and Bellamy has like a gaming channel and/or he’s just a vlogger who really likes history and probably Star Wars tbh. And then all their viewers ship them bc they like watch each other and tweet each other and tag each other in challenge video things or something. And then they go to Playlist Live, or Vidcon or something and they finally meet for the first time IRL and start actually really forming a connection. I am just so here for that idea. I’ll write it if none of you do. ( wanderinglilly My darling, you write as well, right? What do you feel about this dear friend?)

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bellarke au || bellamy + clarke as backpackers who keep meeting in europe

So I will not ask you where you came from. I would not ask and neither would you.

- london -

They don’t meet in a coffee shop, air hazy with almost glances and foreign fog, the smell of espressos and summer drugging the tourists and wakening the locals, that slow whisper of global possibility egging them all on.

They don’t meet underneath the Eiffel Tower, grass prickling her back, flattening underneath his sneakers, tasting lights with their eyes, because stories like those are too perfect.

Clarke and Bellamy’s? Not even close.

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I have no idea how I thought of this but I want an au of the delinquents on vacation in a foreign country for one reason and one reason only: Bellamy Blake trying to flip through a tiny pocket language book with his enormous hands

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Prompt: "Hey my mom is trying to set me up with this guy and you're the only one of my friends she hasn't met yet so could you pretend to be my boyfriend at her dinner on sunday thank you" Bellarke :))

Clarke is sitting in her living room, video chatting with her mother.

“Yes, Mom, of course I’m coming to Dad’s birthday dinner onSunday,” Clarke says, staring at her mother through the laptop screen. 

“You’re welcome to bring your roommates along. We’ll havemore than enough food. Marcus is bringing one of his employees, a young mannamed Wick, Kyle Wick. I think you’ll like him.” The set up is too familiar.She tried this with her and Wells years ago and then there was that hospitalintern last year for Thanksgiving.

Octavia, sitting on the opposite end of the couch,recognizes the set up—she’s actually pulled it a few times—and barges into theconversation. “We’d love to come over for dinner. Should we bring anything? Youknow Raven and I make a mean potato salad, and I know for a fact that Clarke’sboyfriend can bake like no one’s business.”

“Yes, Octavia, please bring that salad. It is to die for.”Abby smiles at Clarke’s new roommate. Then she seems to register the rest ofthe statement. “Boyfriend?” Abby looks confused. “Clarke, you never mentionedyou were seeing anyone.”

In all honesty, that’s because she isn’t. She hasn’t had aboyfriend since the Finn fiasco a few months back, but she sends Octavia agrateful look before answering. “Yeah, uh, that’s because it’s rather new. I’msure he’d be happy to come, though.”

“Of course he can come, then, and he doesn’t have to bringanything, but if he wants to, you know we never turn down more food.”

Clarke smiles apprehensively at her mother. “Yeah, well, I’vegot to go, Mom. I’ll see you on Sunday.”

“Bye, Sweetie,” her mother says before the screen goes dark.

Clarke turns to Octavia after a moment with a panicked look.“Where the hell am I gonna get a boyfriend who can bake in less than a week?”

Octavia smiles. “Well, I know someone. He’s tall, a bit of a nerd, and lives across the hall.”

Clarke’s mouth drops open and she shakes her head. “No wayin hell am I introducing your brother to my mom as my boyfriend.”

Bellamy, sitting across the room studying for his for his ancient civilizations final, looks up. “What was that?”

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modern bellarke + social media

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I love au’s where Clarke and Bellamy knew each other on the ark because it changes the pilot dialogue into this–

Clarke: Stop! The air could be toxic. Bellamy: Clarke? Clarke: Bellamy? Octavia: Bellamy? Bellamy: Octavia? Clarke: Who? Finn: What? Murphy: Open the damn door!

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Okay, but imagine this.

It’s the middle of Season 3. Clarke has left Polis by then and Bellamy is out on some kind of mission and gets separated from his group. They haven’t seen or spoken to each other since their goodbye at Camp Jaha about a month ago. They both get abducted by a grounder clan, neither of them aware that they’re about to be thrown into the same place and used as leverage for some kind of deal.

Then the grounders take the bags off their heads and they find themselves sitting.

Right across from each other.

And then we get a few episodes of them forced to be in the same space. Unable to be separated. In any way. Whatsoever.

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OTP fights in fanfiction

Person 1: (loud arguing)

Person 2: (loud arguing)

Person 1: BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!!!

Person 2: (stunned silence)

Me:

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here’s our first modern au bellarke ficrec x 

i was going to bold my favourites, but they are literally all my faves. (you'll also notice the absence of faking dating fics, thats just because it deserves a category of its own)

I Make my own Luck by somethingofatrainwreck   [5+1, poker night, super funny, all the gang is there, multichap]  Bonfire Hearts by questionableatbest   [camp counsellors au, loving the slow burn, multichap]  We Are Undone by Each Other by tacosandflowers   [archaeological dig au, love/hate relationship, long oneshot] Superlatives by KatMorningstar   [college au, everyone ships them, adorable fluff, multichap] Three Times Jasper Still Wasn't Over It, and One Time He Had to Keep It Together by KatMorningstar   [sequel to Superlatives, oneshot]  Like Real People Do by mia2323   [college au, friends to more, adorable amazingness, oneshot]  the pedal's down, my eyes are closed by flonkertons   [everyone's a history nerd, disdain to friends to more, long oneshot]  Alone Together by tellthemstories  [oblivious domesticity, super super cute, long oneshot]

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You just have to do “you come into my 24hr diner at the oddest times bc of your weird job but you keep forgetting that we talk because youre always sleep deprived”

Thank you for the prompt! Hope I did it justice :)

Bellamy rubs athis tired eyes with the heels of his palms before his hand slid down to hismouth to stifle his yawn. It was close to four in the morning and all he wantedto do was get into his car, drive home, and jump into bed for at least eighthours of uninterrupted sleep. Hell, right now he’d even settle for sleeping inthe back of his Honda. He’s about to slide back into the kitchen when the bellthat’s over the door signals a new arrival and he looks up to see her. Clarke he believes her name is. Shehad mumbled it once when he asked about it weeks ago when she first came by.Her hair was disheveled, her eyes drooping with heavy bags under them, and shelooked about ready to pass out. Her standard look.

She shufflesforward, peering around the pretty deserted diner. Only he and Monty wereworking the current shift tonight along with the cook. The only other personbeside them was a man around the age of fifty occupying one of the booths whilewolfing down his second round of waffles. Bellamy makes his way around thecounter and grabs a menu to hold under his arm as he approaches her.

“Hey,” he greetsher and she turns her head from where she was observing one of their hung artwork, “Just you today?”

He already knowsthe answer to that. It’s always just her but it’s a required question. She nodsbefore following him towards another booth on the opposite side.

When she’sseated, she puts her head in her hands, “Is it already considered day?”

Bellamy slidesthe menu onto the table, smiling slightly, “Would you prefer if I saidtonight?”

She drops herhands to her sides, her shoulders sagging, “It doesn’t make a differenceanyways.”

“Rough night atthe hospital?”

Her eyes widenslightly as she looks down at her clothes, probably wondering if she had lefton her lab coat. She’d come in with it once –and he was pretty sure there wassome blood on the edges, he had a question forming on his lips but by the timehe had walked her over to the table, she’d thrown it off and bunched the fabricinto her bag. He did learn she was a doctor about three days later when shestopped by briefly to pick up a coffee and a stack of pancakes.

“How did youknow I worked in a hospital?” she asks slowly, her face worried.

Another thing hehad realized pretty quickly was that the woman was so damn exhausted all the time that she never recalled any of their severalencounters. It was somewhat worrying.

“You told me,”he replies and she only furrows her eyebrows in confusion, “You come in here alot.”

“I know that,”she says – well snaps really, “I think I’d remember talking to you.”

A small smirkappears on his lips, “You think so, huh?”

Clarke rolls hereyes, her fingers brushing at the end of the menu before she opens it and flipsthrough the pages, “I’m pretty sure I haven’t lost my mind just yet.”

“Maybe not,”he’s still grinning which causes her to glare up at him, “But you’ve obviouslyhaven’t been sleeping well for the month I’ve seen you.”

She watches himwith a puzzled expression as if she was still trying to figure out if he’s lyingand instead was some creepy stalker before she frowns, “I guess I never noticedhow bad it was until now. I mean memoryloss?”

Bellamy shrugs,he knew a few things about sleep deprivation since he was working at a 24 hourdiner, “It happens.”

She sighs beforeher eyes avert to the menu again.

“How about I getwhatever you want and wrap it up so you can take it home and get some sleep.”

A gentle smileappears on her lips, an actual smile,and the first he’d seen since he’s met her. He can’t help but smile back.

“I know you’veprobably told me before but what’s your name?” she looks slightly sheepish withthe question.

“It’s Bellamy,” heanswers, fully aware that he’s still smiling, “And I’ll be pretty wounded nexttime I have to tell you.”

She stands then,her hip pressed against the edge of the table a few inches from him, “Well howabout a new question?”

He quirks aneyebrow at that, “Which would be?”

Clarke pulls hercell out from her pocket, “What’s your phone number? You know in case I need adelivery of chocolate chip pancakes.”

Bellamychuckles, proud to be the reason behind the way her features soften and thelight in her eyes. He recites his number and she puts in his contact. She thenfollows him towards the counter in the front before he disappears to tell thechef her order. He grabs a pen to write in the to-go box; Sleep well, princess. Don’t forget about me.

Bellamy placesit into a bag before returning to her. She bids him goodbye and later thatnight he gets a text from a random number but immediately after opening themessage, he knows who it belongs to.

It’s hard to believe I could forgetsomeone who brought this kind of magic into my life. The text had an attachment image of thepancakes. He grins before he receives another message, I promise to get some sleep and remember you tomorrow.

The next daywhen she walks in around midnight, her cheeks full of color for once, she onlyfeigns forgetfulness long enough to see his face fall before cracking a grinand asking him what other stories she had already told him.