losing grip, sinking ships

(Giulia, 25, fearless) Just another Italian living in London, hoping Taylor Swift realises that I owe her my life.My writing account: Juliet23writes (expect lots of Bellarke fics!)

[juliet23writes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

At great request, chapter two has been published!

Have you read it yet? ;)

Here's a little snippet below:

She could feel how her emotions were overwhelming her and for a moment she missed the dull, numb sensation she had felt under the pouring rain earlier.

“Does he know you love him, too?” asked Murphy after a sip of his glass.

Clarke sighed, pinching her nose. “Murphy, I don’t-“

“Yes, you do.” He gave her a pointed look. “I know that, you know that, Emori knows that, basically everyone knows that. Except Bellamy, it seems. Just like everyone knew he loves you, except you. Which brings me to a very simple point: why didn’t you go to his farewell party and tell him? I know you’re not the dramatically romantic kind that would run after him at the airport, so I won’t ask why you didn’t do that.”

[juliet23writes]

Moodboard added to the second chapter too!

[juliet23writes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Bellamy knows he fucked up. Admitting it to himself is  easy. Talking things through with Clarke and actually apologising and  explaining himself? Yeah, that’s the tough part. But time is running out  and he has to do something.

Or: the one in which Bellamy and Clarke have a fight and he spends  weeks wondering how to mend it, but even when he has the chance he can’t  manage to croak out the right words.

[juliet23writes]

Moodboard added!

[juliet23writes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

After Clarke has a bit too much to drink, Bellamy decides to walk her to the station, which would be sweet if he wasn’t so infuriating. Sure, he is gorgeous, but they do nothing but constantly bickering, anyway, so she really can’t understand why he bothers. Turns out that wanting to get under her skin is just partially the reason why he can’t seem to stop pestering her.

Or: the “Gorgeous”/“Gold Rush” literary mash-up  that nobody asked for but I wrote anyway!

[juliet23writes]

Moodboard updated!

[juliet23writes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

When Bellamy wants to drag Clarke to a camping trip in the mountains, in winter, she tells him it’s a terrible idea. She agrees anyway, knowing that he would go without her regardless. At least she’s a ranger at the park and can make sure he stays safe. When a blizzard hits, all she wants is to be mad at him, but they have to find cover quickly - Bellamy is showing severe symptoms of hypothermia. But she won’t let him die on her watch.

Or: Clarke is stuck in a winter cabin with Bellamy for a while, without a way to contact anyone. The responsibility of making sure they survive falls to her shoulders.

Sneak-peak:

He eyed her groggily, his eyes unfocused. “Bellamy, you need to take your clothes off.” She gave him a pointed look, raising an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile on her lips, trying to hide the worry etched on her features. Normally, she imagined he would have smirked at the suggestion – not that it had happened before. However, she thought he would tease her, or resist. Instead, his expression remained indifferent, as if unaware of what she’d said.

She took the plunge herself instead. She removed her jacket and hung it by the door, and was immediately hit with an icy shudder. She undressed herself until the only things left were her bra, panties, and socks. He eyed her with a hint of confusion as she approached him, shivering. “Clarke, what-“ “Shh”, she admonished him, “we both need to warm up.” Then she started removing his own jacket and clothes. “Just trust me.”

[juliet23writes]

Moodboard added! It’s my first time making one in a very long time, suggestions and critiques are highly appreciated :))

[ao3feed-bellarke]

In the wildest winter (catching my death)

by Juliet23

When Bellamy wants to drag Clarke to a camping trip in the mountains, in winter, she tells him it’s a terrible idea. She agrees anyway, knowing that he would go without her regardless. At least she’s a ranger at the park and can make sure he stays safe. When a blizzard hits, all she wants is to be mad at him, but they have to find cover quickly - Bellamy is showing severe symptoms of hypothermia. But she won’t let him die on her watch.

Or: Clarke is stuck in a winter cabin with Bellamy for a while, without a way to contact anyone. The responsibility of making sure they survive falls to her shoulders.

Words: 4376, Chapters: ½, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake

Relationships: Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Pining, And angst, (lots of angst), Survival story, Friends to Lovers, Clarke as a Forest Ranger, Bellamy as a reckless idiot, thank God you’ve got Clarke to keep you safe dude, Eventual Fluff

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/28847709

[juliet23writes]

thank you for sharing my story! :)

[juliet23writes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

When Bellamy wants to drag Clarke to a camping trip in the mountains, in winter, she tells him it’s a terrible idea. She agrees anyway, knowing that he would go without her regardless. At least she’s a ranger at the park and can make sure he stays safe. When a blizzard hits, all she wants is to be mad at him, but they have to find cover quickly - Bellamy is showing severe symptoms of hypothermia. But she won’t let him die on her watch.

Or: Clarke is stuck in a winter cabin with Bellamy for a while, without a way to contact anyone. The responsibility of making sure they survive falls to her shoulders.

Sneak-peak:

He eyed her groggily, his eyes unfocused. “Bellamy, you need to take your clothes off.” She gave him a pointed look, raising an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile on her lips, trying to hide the worry etched on her features. Normally, she imagined he would have smirked at the suggestion – not that it had happened before. However, she thought he would tease her, or resist. Instead, his expression remained indifferent, as if unaware of what she’d said.

She took the plunge herself instead. She removed her jacket and hung it by the door, and was immediately hit with an icy shudder. She undressed herself until the only things left were her bra, panties, and socks. He eyed her with a hint of confusion as she approached him, shivering. “Clarke, what-“ “Shh”, she admonished him, “we both need to warm up.” Then she started removing his own jacket and clothes. “Just trust me.”

[kissmetrytofixthis]

This is great and y’all shall read it. <3

[juliet23writes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

When Bellamy wants to drag Clarke to a camping trip in the mountains, in winter, she tells him it’s a terrible idea. She agrees anyway, knowing that he would go without her regardless. At least she’s a ranger at the park and can make sure he stays safe. When a blizzard hits, all she wants is to be mad at him, but they have to find cover quickly - Bellamy is showing severe symptoms of hypothermia. But she won’t let him die on her watch.

Or: Clarke is stuck in a winter cabin with Bellamy for a while, without a way to contact anyone. The responsibility of making sure they survive falls to her shoulders.

Sneak-peak:

He eyed her groggily, his eyes unfocused. “Bellamy, you need to take your clothes off.” She gave him a pointed look, raising an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile on her lips, trying to hide the worry etched on her features. Normally, she imagined he would have smirked at the suggestion – not that it had happened before. However, she thought he would tease her, or resist. Instead, his expression remained indifferent, as if unaware of what she’d said.

She took the plunge herself instead. She removed her jacket and hung it by the door, and was immediately hit with an icy shudder. She undressed herself until the only things left were her bra, panties, and socks. He eyed her with a hint of confusion as she approached him, shivering. “Clarke, what-“ “Shh”, she admonished him, “we both need to warm up.” Then she started removing his own jacket and clothes. “Just trust me.”

[kissmetrytofixthis]

Have I started another fanfic (very loosely) based off of some Taylor Swift lyrics? Yes.

Should you go read it? Also yes! :D

(Just kidding, but it would make me so happy if you guys actually read it!)

[juliet23writes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

At great request, chapter two has been published!

Have you read it yet? ;)

[juliet23writes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

After Clarke has a bit too much to drink, Bellamy decides to walk her to the station, which would be sweet if he wasn’t so infuriating. Sure, he is gorgeous, but they do nothing but constantly bickering, anyway, so she really can’t understand why he bothers. Turns out that wanting to get under her skin is just partially the reason why he can’t seem to stop pestering her.

Or: the “Gorgeous”/“Gold Rush” literary mash-up  that nobody asked for but I wrote anyway!

[kissmetrytofixthis]

oops I did it again

[proseandcons]

i would literally kill to walk around in a museum or a library right now. don’t even talk to me about coffee shops unless you want me to cry. god I miss being out and about

[lenoreamidala]

taylor swift ✶ fearless ✶ speak now ✶ red ✶ 1989 ✶ reputation ✶ lover ✶ folklore ✶ evermore

[juliet23writes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Bellamy knows he fucked up. Admitting it to himself is  easy. Talking things through with Clarke and actually apologising and  explaining himself? Yeah, that’s the tough part. But time is running out  and he has to do something.

Or: the one in which Bellamy and Clarke have a fight and he spends  weeks wondering how to mend it, but even when he has the chance he can’t  manage to croak out the right words.

[kissmetrytofixthis]

Taylor Swift’s lyrics fit so perfectly with Bellarke fanfiction, find out how by clicking the link above and reading my first ever published one-shot!

[cloversbloom]

sometimes you just don’t know the answer until someone’s on your knees and asks you

[jonismitchell-deactivated202410]

Come morning light, you and I’ll be safe and sound

[taylorswifh]

sorry for not making you my centerfold

[losewsswiftly]

Wherever you stray, I follow 🤍

[sunshineandkindness]

I'm so proud of you for being alive, even though you're hurting, you still chose to stay. you are so brave. 🌟💛✨🌻🌈🌸