I was tagged by this lovely human @killiansbellamy <3 thank you!
rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better ✨
a - age: 18 as of now (19 in May)
b - birthplace: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
c- current time: 2.56pm
d - drink you last had: H20
e - easiest person to talk to: my little group of speacial friends
f - favourite song: at the moment, it would be Love Sewn by The Wanted (yes, I still listen to the hot British boy band) and Nancy Mulligan by Ed Sheeran (who doesn’t like this song? c’mon)
g- grossest memory: oh wow I have plenty, especially back in elementary and high school
h - horror yes or horror no: YAS
i - in love?: nah
j - jealous of people?: nah
k - killed someone?: nah, not physically but with my humour and wits? apparently
l - love at first sight or should i walk by again: neither
m - middle name: don’t have one
n - number of siblings: 2
o - one wish: to have more wishes
p - person you called last: papa bear
q - question you’re always asked: “Are you a Malaysian?” I don’t know, it’s annoying. Either that or somewhere along the lines of “Are you a local?”
s - song you sang last: out loud? Stay by Zedd & Aleissa Cara
t - time you woke up: 5:55am
u - underwear colour: grey
v - vacation destination: the world (please don’t ask me to be specific I JUST CAN’T)
w - worst habit: procrastination, writing things and not finishing them
x - x-rays: nah
y - your favourite food: Mexican, Spanish, Italian, Northern Indian, Thai
z - zodiac sign: Gemini
tag 20 blogs you wanna get to know better: @cupcakeblake @royalblakes @justbarryallen @grumpybell @bellamybb @ahoyspn @clarkescrown @clarkeswalkabout @o-kteivia @clrkesbellamy @claryandizzy @befitandchase @molliiholmes @bellamyslady @nadiahilker @heda-reyes @chancellor-blake @samwinchesterappreciation @lydia-screams @killians
If you want to do it but you weren’t tagged, just go for it! :)
HIYA! I thought I'd send through a quick prompt for the 100 s4 celebration countdown, if you get around to it :) Could you do Bellamy and Clarke sitting next to each other at some kind of sporting match, both passionately supporting opposite teams, please?? THANK YOU (and get hyped for s4) :)
A|N: Y’all, I have to preface this by saying that I know nothing about sports. When I was writing this, I literally turned to my friend and was like, “Give me two sports team names!” and here we are, so. Apologizing for any inaccuracies in advance!
also: I added a kiss cam in here because what is a sports game without a cute kiss cam moment??
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At this point, she’s pretty sure he’s doing it just to spite her.
“You’re kidding,” Clarke groans, when the enormous foam finger he’s toting smacks her right in the face. “Seriously, Bell? Up until last week, you had no idea who the Bulls were.”
He glances over at her, smug, before reaching over to knock her own Knicks hat out of place. “That’s a blatant lie, considering I’ve been an avid supporter of the Bulls since they kicked the Knicks ass in the last match.”
She rolls her eyes at that, swiping at the plate of nachos balanced delicately against his arm. “Actually, the Knicks won with a staggering 104 to 89 last match.”
“Ah,” he goes, faltering slightly. Then, as if taking strength from the fact that he’s surrounded by a thousand others dressed exactly like him, he continues, “Well, that was a fluke. So.”
“Oh, my god!” she hisses, letting her hands fall against her thighs with a loud smack. “Will you just stop, already? I said I was sorry!”
That pulls a scowl out of him, lips twisting into a stubborn pout. “No. Not until you take it back.”
It, she supposes, refers to the one time she had laughed (a little!) derisively when Bellamy had mentioned something along the lines of watching the occasional basketball match to unwind. The whole conversation had been a little hard to believe- considering she was pretty sure that he had only said it to impress a girl at the sports bar, and that she had actually witnessed him falling asleep during one of Miller’s many hockey matches.
Look, this is Bellamy they’re talking about, okay? She’s seen him actually get teary eyed over a documentary on the Byzantine empire. A bunch of sweaty guys dribbling a ball around is hardly going to hold his interest.
“I’m not taking it back because it’s true,” she huffs, taking a bite out of her stolen nacho. “Bell, you hate sports. Why can’t you just admit that?”
“Because you’re wrong.” He shoots back, easy as can be, before reluctantly dragging his gaze back to the game before him. “Yeah! Bulls!”
She can’t hold back her snort this time as she turns over to arch a single brow at him. “You do know that your team was just caught committing a foul, right?”
He stares blankly back at her for half a second before it seems to register that a foul isn’t exactly the best thing to happen. “That’s why I was cheering,” he blusters, folding his arms across his chest. “To be encouraging.”
“God, you’re so full of shit.” Clarke sighs, shifting a little closer so he could hear her above the din. “Alright, so a foul…”
She ends up explaining most of the mechanics of the game to him, even going so far as to pull up the Bulls team and player stats for the year. To his credit, he listens in rapt attention most of the time, even cheering a little when they’re granted a penalty shot, and it’s pretty fun, to be entirely honest. He’s rowdy and enthusiastic, albeit a little clueless, and Clarke has to admit that the company is nice.
“So, who’s in the lead now?”
“Knicks is leading by a ten point margin,” she explains, stealing a quick sip from his soda. “Which means that they have it in the bag, mostly, but I guess we’ll see how the Bulls do after the timeout. The most likely scenario being—”
The words die in her throat at the sudden roar that goes up, her attention directed back to the jumbo screen. Suppressing another groan, she slumps down in her seat, watching through her fingers.
He looks over at her, amused. “Huh. I didn’t think the Kiss Cam was an actual thing that happened, you know?”
“This should be a rude awakening for you then,” she cringes, as the booing starts up. “They’ll stop when the camera pans over to someone else, I swear.”
Bellamy remains strangely unruffled, despite the sheer amount of hostility directed their way. Shrugging, he goes, “I figured, but. It’s not like it’s a big deal, right?”
She straightens at that, doesn’t even attempt to conceal her surprise. “What?”
“It’s just a kiss,” he continues, oblivious, though she can’t help but notice a flush creeping over his neck. “No big deal, right? I’m game if you are.”
Clarke blinks, wondering if she should be surprised that she’s actually considering this. Pros: she would finally be able to find out if his lips are as soft as they look. Cons: it might possibly alter friendship entirely, though that seems a little hard to achieve from a tiny peck on the lips.
“Fine,” she goes, wetting her lips surreptitiously. “Let’s give the people what they want.”
“Sure,” he hums, before sliding his hands into her hair and kissing her.
It’s distinctly not a peck on the lips like she expected it to be. Bellamy kisses like how he talks; warm and firm and all confidence. Her breath hitches when he slides his tongue against hers, playful, and a small moan escapes as she pulls him closer, seeking more of his warmth.
The boos have turned into catcalls by the time they pull apart; their breathing ragged and lips swollen.
He swallows, his throat bobbing wildly. “So.”
“So,” she echoes, a breathless laugh escaping. Distantly, she recognizes that the game is starting up again, the announcer’s voice blaring in the background accompanied by the squeak of rubber against linoleum. It’s a little hard to bring herself to care, though, considering she’s thinking if Bellamy’s hair is as soft and pullable as it looks.
His smile is small, a little tentative. “You wanna get out of here?”
A small part of her is tempted to agree, even though she’s been looking forward to this game for weeks. Plus, the Knicks are actually winning. It’d be doubly satisfying, she tells herself, just to see how the Bulls fans react to their loss.
But also, she really wants Bellamy to do that thing with his tongue again.
“Let’s go.” She manages, grabbing at his hat and throwing it into the crowd before lacing their fingers together, pulling him up with her. And hey, at the very least, she’s getting the opportunity to rip a Bulls jersey right down the middle. It’s the small victories, really.
CONGRATULATIONS ON 500!! :D I don't need anything special made for me, I just wanted to say congratulations and recommend Jungle by Tash Sultana as a song, and Saving Francesca by Melina Marchetta as a book :) :)
I LOVE THE SONG! it was so good <3 I know youuu said you didn’t want anything but I made a Clarke poster bc why not hehe and THANK YOU SO MUCH!
oh Rebecca you have a wonderful blog <3 your theme is neat and lovely, and really pretty posts! also you’re amazing for randomly starting to chat with me last week that’s like the sweetest thing ever <333 and if you need love today let me give you all of it I LOVE YOU SWEETHEART
