congrats Jade <3 for a prompt, how about bellarke + tinder au, im just gonna leave it at that whether clarke wants to help bellamy on tinder or vice versa or they meet on tinder etc etc im excite!!
When Wells comes over to Clarke’s house late in the night to pick up his forgotten house keys, he finds her with Bellamy sitting on the couch. Neither look up when he walks in, but he can see even from the doorstep that they’re both grinning very widely, which usually means they’ve had a good amount of alcohol.
Wells grabs his keys from the kitchen counter where he left them and comes closer behind them, seeing that Bellamy’s phone screen is pronouncing that It’s a Match! And Clarke is adding another tick mark to a pad of paper in front of them on the coffee table. She’s got her own phone out as well.
“What are you doing?” he asks, and they both whip their heads up.
Clarke shows him her screen. “We’re checking out people on Tinder.”
Wells glances between them. “But… you’re married.”
Bellamy sips his drink as Clarke explains, “It’s a contest. To see how many people will match with us.” She shoots her husband a devious smile. “May the hottest person win.”
“You are the hottest person,” Bellamy replies, “But I still won, because I got to marry you.”
Clarke’s bites her lip and Wells decides the look in her eye is not a good sign. “You always know exactly what line to say,” she murmurs.
Clarke turns to Wells. “Isn’t it a line?”
“Uh,” Wells says, stricken from being asked. But apparently it was a rhetorical question because Clarke immediately turns away and kisses her husband on the cheek. He seems to look shy for a moment, but he also subtly pulls Clarke closer, and Wells feels increasingly that he’s intruding on something too intimate to watch.
He starts to back out the door and is almost out before Clarke pulls her head up in surprise. “Hey, where are you going?”
“Home,” Wells says drily. “So I can keep my innocence.”
Clarke snorts but slides away from Bellamy. “It’s almost an hour back to your place. You came all this way back, you can stay the night if you like.”
“We’ll set up the guest room for you,” Bellamy adds, easy. Wells looks between them. He can see that the offer is genuine from their faces. But he also knows that they don’t see each other a lot during the week, and these weekend nights together are treasured by them. And yet, if it comes to a choice between themselves and someone else they both care for, they will choose that someone else every time.
“I’ll go home,” Wells says.
“You sure?” Bellamy looks concerned. “If you’re tired, you should stay.”
“I’m not tired,” Wells lies. “Good night.”
“Night, Wells,” Clarke says. Bellamy nods at him. Wells turns and walks back to the door, and by the time he gets to the doorway and looks back, they’re leaned back into each other, murmuring and laughing quietly and clearly absorbed in their own world.
With a smile to himself, he closes the door silently behind him.
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