for all the times you rained on my parade

nineteen | 💔 broken | pt major Octavia Blake, aka clearly the better Blake, at your service. (Unless your name is Lincoln, then she's not here right now but feel free to leave a message after the nonexistent beep.) [clarktavia au 1x1]

[clarkegriffindorkk]

“I know, but this way is so much easier. Less work.” Why fight their way through with flirting or fake I.D.’s when all they had to do was flash a smile and it’d be okay? Plus Raven said this club was amazing and the brunette was usually pretty good at picking places to go out too. At her word Clarke placed a hand over her heart. “Oh Tavia, you sure know a way to a women’s heart. I’m melting.” she said with a soft sigh before she chuckled as she was practically dragged behind O as she moved. “Someones a bit eager.” She said with an amused glint in her eyes.

Taking the lead she glanced briefly at the street signs before she gave a gentle tug on their linked hands and lead the way to the club. As they got closer Clarke could make out the name in bright neon colors, the base of whatever song was playing could be heard louder and louder as they approached. Casting a brief glance at Octavia she gave her an encouraging smile before she lead the way to the building and inside.

[thelittlestblake]

Octavia rolled her eyes and ignored the way Clarke’s own held a glint of amusement. She also ignored the way they shown under the lights of downtown DC, but that was a whole other accomplishment in its own. Her best friend was pretty, sure, and she had killer eyes. Appreciating is normal, especially when you’ve just had your heartbroken and are now spending hours alone when you used to rarely have alone time. Get it together, Blake. “Just looking forward to getting back to my blanket,” She teased, hearing the bass of the club beat loudly on the sidewalks and brick buildings around them. “Don’t let it go to your head.” Following Clarke with a reluctant glance, they headed inside the only metal building in a sea full of brick and concrete.

[clarkegriffindorkk]

Clarke gave a small nod. “Yeah that’s what I’ve heard at least. He gives off that pervert vibe, which is why most underage stunning babes such as ourselves can get in with out a problem.” even if they couldn’t have gotten in legally Monty had made them some killer fake I.D.’s and if worse came to worse they could always flirt their way in. It had happened once or twice. Clarke laughed some and shook her head. “Not unless he decides to woo you.” she teased, refraining herself from making a really corny joke about not being straight. She was sure one of those bad puns would send Octavia fleeing home out of sheer disgust at Clarke’s lameness.

[thelittlestblake]

“Babe, we could get into any place, pervert or not,” Octavia insisted. They have some awesome IDs, thanks to their sweet Montgomery, and even had connections at a few of the bars around town, like TonDC. God, that bar was killer and everything the brunette loved about nights out. But it was also owned by Lincoln’s cousin, which is why she suspected Clarke didn’t suggest that place for their nightly conquest, no matter how much they loved it. Octavia really doubted they’d ever be able to go back there, now. This Mt. Weather club that Raven suggested would have to do, even if Raven’s taste happened to be a little... eccentric sometimes. “Oh please, I wouldn’t be wooed even if he were actually Paul Wesley,” She fake-gagged, imagining a more pervy, slightly more greasy version of the actor hitting on her. “I’m spending tonight with my girl and my girl only.”

The slight disappointment that Lincoln wasn’t sitting on her other side, waiting for the night to get crazy with them, trickled deep into her chest. Maybe tonight would be okay, though. Maybe she just needs to get out and listen to Clarke and then everything would be okay. 

Their train stopped and so did her thoughts. Grinning, Octavia jumped up, tugging Clarke onto the platform and up the stairs, only pausing at the top because she realized she had no clue where they were going.

[clarkegriffindorkk]

Of course she was on a mission. Clarke wanted Octavia to be happy even if just for a night. “I just want you to have fun and be happy. Even for just a little while.” She knew it would take a while. Octavia was so in love with him that it wasn’t just going to take a night of drinking and dancing to fix, but it would be a step in the right direction. As Octavia gave her ass a lit tap she couldn’t help but laugh some. “My knight in shining armor. I’m swooning.” she said before watching Octavia skip off, missing the feeling of her fingers between her own. She was momentarily distracted by the way Octavia moved so gracefully, and how her hair whipped behind her as she moved down the stairs.

Deciding it was odd for her to be standing there, and it was also freaking cold, she picked up the pace, letting out a small huff at her words. “Sorry I’m just so out of shape I can’t even walk fast enough for you.” she said with a roll of her eyes but a smile on her lips. Clarke felt instant warmth and something else crawl into her stomach when they were holding hands once more. Once they were settled on the train car Clarke cast a quick glance around knowing that by the time they’d get back this would be full of drunks or creeps or anywhere in between. “The only negative thing I heard about this club was that it’s owned by a very creepy guy who kinda looks like Paul Wesley. ” 

[thelittlestblake]

Octavia pulled Clarke to the nearest free seats and sat down. They had left their apartment fairly early, so the train car was nearly empty save for a few late tourists and fancy business people getting off of work. She thinks it must suck, sometimes, to have such a monotonous schedule every single day. When she was younger, she vowed to never let herself fall into that pit that most adults to, to live her life with adventure, instead. Although those adventures were supposed to be had with Lincoln, whom she had five years of adventuring experience with since they both happened to be incredibly enthusiastic outdoorists, Octavia supposes adventuring alone is better than sitting on a train at the same time, every single day, just waiting for the same routine to begin the next day.

“Ew, gross. You mean he’s creepier than the guy who works at Jaha’s Java?” Octavia questions the blonde, lips twisting in a grimace. “I guess it won’t matter much when we can’t see straight, will it?”

[clarkegriffindorkk]

Clarke shrugged at her. “Some people like dorky. It gets them going. Besides, you’re going to dance with me regardless.” Clarke said satisfied. Octavia hardly ever denied dancing with her, even when she was with Lincoln. Obviously she never had her attention very long when they were dating but she enjoyed those moments none the less. Tonight would be just like those nights years ago. Just her and Octavia with alcohol running through their veins and just enjoying the night. And if (and this was a very big if) Octavia wanted to try for a rebound (because wasn’t there a saying that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone new?) then Clarke would support that. Within reason at least.

“I wasn’t comparing them. I was comparing the situation.” no matter how much Clarke disliked Lincoln at the moment he was ten times better than Finn. “And you’re going to see that you don’t need Lincoln.” Before him Octavia never needed anyone to make herself happy. She was her own person and never let men drag her down. She understand that being with that someone you loved made everything seem better and lighter but it wasn’t the end with out them. “Um excuse me but whose the alcohol expert here? Me, correct.” okay well that was a bit of a lie, she knew what to drink to have fun. “And it depends on the shot. Tequila night is always a fun night.” she stated as she lead the way down the street. “I expect you to protect my assets on the train.”

[thelittlestblake]

Octavia huffed grumpily, but let the conversation be. Sure, she didn’t need Lincoln. She wasn’t going to wither away to nothing without him, her life would always go on (just as he wanted it to). Wanting him though? That was a different story, because God, did Octavia ever want Lincoln right about now. He always made her feel safe and secure and wanted too, and while he wasn’t the end-all to her life (losing Bellamy in any way would probably do it for her), he was still important to her. They spent five years together. Clarke can’t just expect her to be able to forget five years with him just because in reality, she doesn’t really need him. So, even though she wanted to argue until her face turned blue and Lincoln showed up out of nowhere to give her CPR, she resisted and instead, made it her mission to make Clarke believe her rebound therapy was actually working.

“Alright, whatever you say,” the brunette relented with a grin, raising her eyebrows at the word ‘tequila’. “Jeez, Princess, you’re really on a mission tonight, aren’t you?” Octavia shook her head with a soft laugh. “I’ll always protect your assets,” She pointed out with a wink, tapping her hand against Clarke’s ass before skipping down the steps of the Metro station and waiting for the girl at the bottom. When the blonde finally joined her, Octavia made a show of smiling. Convincing, but not creepy. Perfect. “I think I’ve seen three-toed sloths move quicker than you, y’know.” She took the blonde’s hand again, entwining their fingers this time (because seriously, on a Saturday night in DC you never know what’s going to happen), and lead the way to the nearest, unpacked, train car.

[clarkegriffindorkk]

If Clarke hadn’t been friends with Octavia for as long as she had, or had an eye for detail, she would have missed the faint smile Octavia. That was one of the things Clarke wanted to see more of. She was determined to get more genuine smiles out of her tonight. At her words Clarke did her best to fight down the red threatening to color her cheeks. Okay so she may have forgotten how cold it was but Octavia had strutted around in a towel. Sorry that her brain decided to short circuit. “You wish.” she grumbled out only moments before Octavia decided to go change out of that stupid towel. Glancing at herself in the mirror one last time to make sure she looked good before she grabbed her wallet and a jacket.

“Over with? Babe, I’m going to get you back into the party motion. All you need is to grind with the Griffinator and you’ll be ready to take body shots off of strangers again.” Clarke said with a wink. Making sure she had her keys on her she took a hold of Octavia’s hand and tugged her after her as she headed to the door. She had to be sure Octavia physically left with her or she was sure she’d be back under the blanket in seconds. Giving her hand a light squeeze she set her soft blue eyes on her. “You were the one to help me get back on my feet after Finn. You told me I shouldn’t let some twat ruin my life and keep me from enjoying life, and well, neither should you. It sucks now but it can get better. I don’t care how long it takes Octavia, but I’m going to make sure you’re an annoying ball of energy again.”

she had given Octavia words of encouragement before about how she was here and how things would get better. But Clarke was so set on making sure Octavia would be okay again she didn’t care what she’d have to do to do it. Even if it meant hunting down Lincoln and forcing him onto his knees and beg for forgiveness.  “now get yourself together and get ready to take some shots.”

[thelittlestblake]

Octavia let her eyes give Clarke a once-over (okay, maybe they lingered a little longer and glanced over once more, making it more of a twice-over than anything, but whatever, she blamed that on the heavy feeling lost love and tears put on her eyelids) before the girl had her rolling said eyes with her dorky nickname. “Yeah, because calling yourself the Griffinator is definitely the way to get someone all over your body.” She wouldn’t deny the girl a little grinding though, she really never did. Dancing with Clarke was always one of her favorite parts about getting wasted; they made quite the table-top duo at high school parties back in the day. Not even being heartbroken could stop her from the thrill of dancing with her best friend while everyone looked on in desire and jealousy.

When the blonde pulled on her hand, Octavia reluctantly followed, scoffing at the girl’s speech about Finn. “I can’t believe you’re comparing him to Lincoln. Finn Collins was a freaking douche, he never deserved someone like you.” Someone like you. Whatever that was supposed to mean, she ignored it. The warmth that caused the back of her neck to flush with thoughts of what Clarke Griffin is like and why Finn never deserved her that she wasn’t really interested in dissecting that statement. Instead, she sighed and followed Clarke, hand still in hers. “Shots don’t really scream ‘get yourself together’, but I’ll take your word for it, babe.”

[clarkegriffindorkk]

The one thing that Clarke hated most about going out, and truthfully probably the only thing, was trying to find and outfit. Some nights were easier than others depending on what she was trying to aim for with her looks. The nights she wanted nothing more than mindless sex and one night stands? Easy. Nights were she didn’t want to come off as being as willing to jump into bed but still wanted free drinks? Not so easy. Tonight was one of those nights she just wanted a free drink or two and spend the rest just dancing with Octavia and she was having no luck in finding anything to wear.

Clarke had just about narrowed it down to a few choices when she heard Octavia speak up from her doorway. Her words died in her throat when she potted Octavia in nothing but a towel and her throat felt incredibly dry. Clarke wasn’t blind. She was very aware of Octavia’s beauty (how could one not be) but she never let herself dwell on the thought. Octavia had always been someone who was off limits to Clarke. for starters, they were best-friend. That was basically a big taboo for anyone and she had also been in a relationship. Helplessly pinning over someone who was happy with someone else always led to heartbreak. but now well, there was an annoying little voice in the back of her mind telling her that this bombshell of a women was no back on the market. With those long legs of hers and drops of water trailing down from her neck to her collar bone and lower and lower until-

“I dunno, your outfit seems to be screaming sex appeal.” Clarke teased before she smiled at her. “Thanks O, I will.” she said and went about taking off her clothes and throwing on Octavia’s suggestion as she internally scolded herself. As she waited for Octavia to come back she applied her own make up, just finishing up her eye liner when the brunette came back into the room. “You got it.” she said flashing her a wink before she pursed her lips, trying to think of an outfit for Octavia while also doing her best to ignore the fact that she was still in a towel.

“I think we should go with the multi colored tank that shows off your incredible arms” it wasn’t fair really that Octavia liked to keep herself in shape. Who even liked going to the gym first off? ew. Second, it was hardly fair because Clarke had a weakness for toned arms and Octavia’s were killer. And she defiantly should not being thinking about this because it was straying off into thoughts not meant for friends. “and either dark jeans or shorts. Sound good to you?” she asked. her outfit wasn’t anything that screamed sex me up but then again there were very thirsty people out in the world who saw any kind of skin showing as a sign to make a move.  “we need to find a way to get at least some free drinks before you drain my bank account dry.”

[thelittlestblake]

Octavia smiled gratefully. It wasn’t a large one, it probably wasn’t even a noticeable one, but it pulled on the corners of her lips and lightened the pressure in her heart just a bit, so she figured it at least qualified as a smile. She was thankful she had the opportunity to call Clarke her best friend, because as a best friend, she knew the girl was trying to treat her as normally as possible and maybe that’s just what the brunette needed? A few cuddles, some reassurances, and a kick to get her butt in rebound mode? It was leaps and bounds from how Monty acted around her- as if she were going to break into shards of precious crystal at any given moment. Octavia knew he didn’t mean to come off that way, but he did and she could only take so much of the softness he treated her with before she had enough.

“My legs are killer, G, but I’d rather not risk hypothermia for some free drinks,” Octavia teased, shaking her head. “Besides, if you wanted a reason to stare at my legs, all you had to do was ask.” With a soft laugh, the brunette left the room once more to dig through the closet in her own. While digging and aimlessly tossing the clothes onto the floor and bed behind her (something that annoyed almost everyone she’s ever met), she subconsciously took care to stray far away from any reminder of Lincoln; which was near impossible. He was everywhere in her room. A hoodie tossed over her desk chair, a hat on top of her dresser, a pair of boxers and a button up lazily tossed into her laundry. 

Clarke definitely didn’t have her work cut out for her on this rebound mission.

She sighed, grabbed the shirt and jeans the blonde told her to and changed into them, sliding her own leather jacket on when she finished. At some point that night, she’d probably end up tossing it in the car or losing track of it, because the gods have gifted her with the human-furnace-ability and alcohol only adds to the eventual overheating. But for now, the leather jacket was one of her favorites and at least showed Clarke that she was attempting this whole ‘moving on from Lincoln’ thing. Even though Octavia had doubts it would actually work, she made her way back to the girl’s room instead, leaning against the doorway once again. “Please say you’re ready to get this over with? I have sweatpants and a Netflix romcom waiting for me.”

[thelittlestblake]

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[clarkegriffindorkk]

Clarke grinned at her. she herself had been in this slump. wearing three day old sweatpants and not bothering to put effort into an outfit because, what was the point? Showering and getting ready to go out was a way to move past and get back on her own two feet. Clarke didn’t care if she went right back onto the couch tomorrow and ate her weight in ice cream, just as long as she got her to go out tonight. Anything to see an actual smile on her face or a genuine laugh. Clarke didn’t care what she had to do to achieve the latter but she’d stop at nothing to get it. Octavia had a laugh that could put a smile on anyone’s face. It was as bright and energetic as she was.

At her words Clarke couldn’t help but snort, or smile at the fact Octavia had actually had a remark for her. “Please. Once your stench is gone I’ll have my usual harem coming rolling in.” it was a lie because having a harem? No thank you. Clarke much preferred one on one interactions. Not that that was an option for her tonight. Tonight was about Octavia and giving her what she wanted. Drunken dancing or talks, well either of it would be fine with Clarke.

“Did I dive into your fantasies there Tave?” She teased, blue eyes bright. Octavia flustered? That was something Clarke hardly ever saw. It wasn’t like her to be flustered with how head-strong she was but it was a reaction she’d gladly take. Scrunching up her nose as it was flicked she shot her a small playful glare as she trotted down the hall for a shower. “I know babe.” she said, grinning as she watched her retreat before she decided to head to her room to find something to wear for tonight.

[thelittlestblake]

Her shower was quick and she was out of the heated water and wrapped in a dark green towel, the fluffiest one they had, already folded and laid out waiting for her. Octavia didn’t even want to know how long Clarke had been planning this little night out- or the attempt to get her to shower in general. What was the point? There was no one to impress and nothing to do anymore; worrying about what she looked like (or smelled like, thanks to the blonde’s quip) was just a waste of time. She contemplated just throwing on her sweatpants again and curling back into the couch instead of following her friend into whatever plans she had for them tonight, but a Blake never goes back on their word and that she had already given to Clarke.

So, getting dressed in something other than three-day-old sweatpants and a large Ark-U hoodie that obviously had once belonged to Lincoln it was.

After brushing her hair, Octavia grabbed her toothbrush and shuffled across the hallway to Clarke’s room, taking the time to watch the girl intently involved with choosing an outfit for the night before leaning against the doorway and clearing her throat. “Your search for sex appeal in that,” She motioned to the garment in the girl’s hands with her toothbrush. “I’d go with the black tank top and that button-up. You know the one.” Octavia would be surprised if Clarke didn’t know which button-up she was talking about, it regularly got passed back and forth between them because they were convinced it held some kind of magic that could make anyone’s boobs pop.

Of course, she never really had any reason to need to make her boobs look better, Lincoln never worried about that kind of stuff, he always just loved her for her. Lincoln. Great. Whatever slightly-better-than-before mood she had been sucked into by Clarke was now diminishing quickly and a frown formed on her lips. Before her body decided to turn all of her post-shower water into fresh tears, Octavia turned swiftly and made her way back to the bathroom to finish brushing her teeth and drying her hair. She waited until she was positive no tears would come before she focused on the make-up and when the brunette finally finished, she took a deep breath and made her way back to Clarke’s room.

“Do your worst, babe.”

[clarkegriffindorkk]

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she saw her blanket wall come down. It was a victory, a small one, but at least she was listening to her. Clarke pretended to look offended at her words. “you’d come out for free drinks and bribery but not because I’m going to look banging? Wow, rude.” she said with a hand on her heart before pursing her lips. “well if it’ll get you to shower then I can live with that.” she said with a small smirk before she took a hold of the blanket Octavia had and pulled it out of her grasp, tossing it somewhere behind her. No way was she going to let the girl keep it just in case she decided to put it up again and ban herself from going out. Not on her watch.

Clarke had never felt the need for violence before. Sure she has threatened to punch a few of her friends here and there but it never meant anything, She had never wanted to cause physical harm on anyone, not until Lincoln had done what he did. She didn’t care how jacked he was or how nice he was, she wouldn’t mind giving him a nice punch to the face. That was something she’d worry about for another time. If Lincoln ever showed his face again. For now she had more pressing matters. “Now move that cute little butt of yours and get in the shower. Your stench is covering up my sex appeal.” 

Pausing for a moment she took her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed on it. She had never seen Octavia heart broken before so she wasn’t sure if she should be gentle or blunt with her. she knew Octavia hated being babied, she was a warrior, and liked to shout that to the world as much as she could. She figured she should just go for it. “You know people say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone new. I don’t know if that’s what you want right now but why not throw yourself out there? Just see where the night takes you. If you want to flirt or grind the night away with me, well I won’t mind.” she said with a wink before she stepped out of the way so Octavia could get up off the couch.

[thelittlestblake]

Octavia scoffed and graced Clarke with another roll of her eyes, this time making sure the girl actually saw, before the blanket was ripped from her grasp. The immediate chill that seemed to cling to her bones, despite being entirely dress, at the loss of the comfort caused her to shiver and finally sit up. “Okay, okay, I’ll take a freaking shower,” She started. “But I really don’t think that’s going to help with your sex appeal problem.” Octavia grinned, because if Clarke wanted to play that game, she could take a few minutes from her heartbreak and wallowing to indulge her friend.

It wasn’t difficult to see her tease as just that. Clarke Griffin was nothing short of beautiful. Gorgeous, even. The blonde had everything going for her, from her blue eyes to the curves that lined her body. People constantly clamored for a chance to talk to her best friend, and she definitely didn’t blame them. Clarke could work it like no one else could, so it’s clear that her sex appeal problem wasn’t really a problem at all, she had it by the bucket loads. 

“...well, I won’t mind.” It’s not until the end of the blonde’s sentence that Octavia realizes the girl had said something else. The words came back to her slowly and when she she finally figures out what Clarke had been saying, in the midst of her own appreciative thoughts, she flushes and splutters out a cough. Suddenly, she’s standing up a little too quickly for someone who has spent the majority of the last week horizontally and giving her roommate a swift flick to the nose in passing on her way to the bathroom. “Funny, Princess!” She called as she trudged down the hallway to grab a quick shower.

[clarkegriffindorkk]

Clarke felt a little bit at a loss at the situation. She head dealt with heartbreak, both through her own personal experiences and when her friends dealt with it. But nothing like this. Not when everyone had thought Lincoln and Octavia were it. The couple who was going to over come every obstacle and find their way back to one another, even if they took different paths.  And Clarke hated herself for feeling so lost because this was her best-friend and no matter the circumstances she was suppose to make things better. Not be useless. Suppressing a sigh and her anger at that muscle headed jerk-wad, she ran her fingers through Octavia’s hair as they were cuddled up on their couch in their apartment.

Octavia hadn’t been herself, because well duh, but it hurt Clarke to see her be so lifeless. She went through each day like a robot with none of her usual energy that made Octavia Octavia and Clarke wanted to fix that. She had to find a way to get it back in her. Find a way to spark some of her usual energy up and be Octavia again. She knew it would take a while for her heart to mend, sometimes Clarke herself wondered if hers would ever be whole again, but why should she let Lincoln hold her back? She was Octavia Blake, one of the strongest people Clarke had ever known. She just needed a bit of a push and Clarke had a bit of an idea on how to do that.

“You know what we need?” she asked but instead of waiting for an answer she removed herself from Octavia and stood up. “We need a night out. Dress up, look hot, well hotter than usual, get absolutely wasted and just say fuck it.” she decided with her hands on her hips. “No offense or anything Tav, but you reek and you could do with sexing it up.” she said crinkling her nose some to prove her point. “There’s this new club that just opened up. Mt. Weather that Raven talked to me about the other day and they don’t check ideas so we can actually sneak you in for once.” she joked, hoping to get a snide remark in return before she continued. “I’ll pay for the drinks too.” because who could pass up free drinks?

[thelittlestblake]

Octavia had gone through every day the same; wake up, skip classes (or at least, go to as few as possible), and curl up on the couch with Netflix and their collection of stupid, sappy romantic comedies. Occasionally, a pint of Ben & Jerry’s accompanied her, but today it had been Clarke. Holding her, brushing her hand through her questionably hygienic hair, silently assuring her that everything was going to be alright... she was her best friend and she played that card well. Octavia couldn’t shake the feeling in her heart, though, or the sinking in her stomach each time she watched Ryan Gosling write another letter or put another nail into the house he basically built from scratch for the woman he loved.

They were supposed to have that. They did have that. The swooning, the candlelight, the two-am pebbles thrown at your window, the cliche ‘will you go to prom with me?’ mush. Octavia and Lincoln had it all, and they were supposed to have more. Instead, he thought it would be a good idea to decide for the both of them that the stuff they had wasn’t what she should be having. Apparently she needed ‘something else’, ‘something more’, or whatever he speech he mumbled. She was too busy worrying about vacating his dorm room stat before bitter tears started racing their way down her flushed cheeks.

Over the past few days, she’s spent all of her tears though. They’ve left her cheeks red, her eyes puffy, and her heart still shattered into pieces. Still, Octavia managed a very convincing sniffle and a pout as Clarke pulled away and stood up, her hands grasping for the body heat her friend provided before she realized it was a lost cause and snuggled into the empty space instead, pulling their throw blanket over her head. She listened to Clarke’s muffled words about needing to get out (get a shower specifically, which Octavia immediately rolled her eyes at) and get wasted. She didn’t want to get wasted- she wanted Lincoln. But when the blonde offered up free drinks, the blanket came down and Octavia looked up at her. “Fine, I’ll take your free drinks- but I get to post a baby picture of you on Facebook for that comment.”