Okay, this was supposed to be uploaded an hour ago but what can I say...I'm a slut for the 100. Also, OMG THAT CLEXA REUNION!? Clarke's feisty. And idk if anyone else noticed, but Bellamy was giving me Season 2 Finn vibes with how creepy he was being for Clarke...anyway, if you wanna talk to me about the 100 feel free to PM me, or message me on my tumblr: ishiptoomanythings
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Prompt: Clarke and Lexa are neighbors, and Clarke's dog runs to Lexa's house every time Clarke is upset/stressed.
Five Times Clarke's Dog Came to the Rescue
1.
Clarke didn't know how her life could turn upside down in such a short timeframe.
This day last year, Clarke had graduated top of her class, had an amazing boyfriend, and received a puppy for her birthday. Clarke was supposed to follow in her mom's footsteps and become a big shot surgeon. Clarke had a loving family, a great father who was supportive of every choice. Clarke even had lifelong friends, that had been with each other through thick and thin.
Now, Clarke finds out her supposed "amazing" boyfriend had been cheating on her through their whole relationship.
Just thinking about it made Clarke cry harder. God, she was so weak. Why was she crying over him? Why was she wasting her time?
She thought she had meant something to him. That he loved her the way she loved him. Apparently Finn just threw around the word love as long as he'd get laid with it.
Clarke whimpered, hugging her knees to her chest. She ignored her phone with its constant buzzing. She could see each message, but couldn't find it within herself to respond.
Mechanic
Griffin, you good? I know this sucks, but Bellamy beat Finn up for you…if that helps…
Lil Blake:
Finn's face will never be the same. Cheater got what he deserved. I hope you feel better, hun! 3
Goggles Weirdo:
Never thought Finn was like this…you don't deserve that, Clarke.
Precious Angel:
I'm gonna hack Finn's stuff for you Clarke.
Big Blake:
See Attached Image:
Lovin the black eye on this douche. Fits him.
Fuckboy /3
She didn't mean anything Clarke…pls let me explain…every1 makes mistakes and this was mine…
God, Clarke was so close to blocking his number.
You know what? Screw being close.
Clarke unlocked her phone and clicked Finn's contact, scrolling down and hitting the "Block Contact" button. Even though it felt as if she was just slightly lighter, she could still feel the tears running down her face.
Her German Shepard, Ryder, had barked at her multiple times, begging for attention. Clarke pat his head lightly, before wiping her eyes again. Ryder whined, running away. Clarke didn't think anything of it, Ryder was probably just laying under the couch or on her bed or something. However, fifteen minutes later she heard a voice.
"Hello?" A woman asked. Clarke froze.
"Hello…It's your neighbor, Lexa, Lexa Woods." Ah shit. Clarke and Lexa had exchanged "hello's" in brief passings, and maybe sometimes Clarke would watch when Lexa would mow her lawn in her shorts that showed off her muscular legs—
But she was with Finn so she ignored those dreams she sometimes had of her neighbor.
Except now she wasn't with Finn.
"Y-yes…?" Clarke sniffled, hating how weak her voice sounded.
"Your dog ran into my backyard and wouldn't stop barking." Lexa explained as she walked into the bathroom. "I just wanted—oh my god, are you okay?" Lexa frowned, kneeling beside Clarke.
Yes. Yes, I am fine. Thank you for returning my pup— "No." Clarke sobbed, grabbing the other woman and burying her face in her neck. She felt Lexa stiffen, until the other woman hugged her waist gently.
"What happened?" Lexa murmured.
"My—my boyfriend ch-cheated on me…and I don't eve-even think this was the first time…he won't even a-apologize to me!" Clarke managed to say through broken sobs. "He k-keeps saying how everyones entitled to m-mistakes, and that I-I should've paid attention to his needs, and—"
"Sh, sh." Lexa soothingly pet her hair, which calmed the blonde down a bit. "He clearly doesn't deserve you, Ms. Griffin."
"Clarke." Clarke mumbled. "You don't have to be formal."
"Well he clearly doesn't deserve you, Clarke. If I had a beautiful, intelligent woman like you in my arms, I'd be very stupid to let go." Lexa smiled at her.
Clarke ignored the way that comment and smile made her heart soar. She just allowed herself to be held until she finally didn't feel the emptiness that she had originally felt. It was replaced with a tinge of relief, happiness.
Lexa comforted Clarke for many hours, and once she saw the woman was okay, she stood up. Clarke once again ignored how she felt cold and lonely just without Lexa not touching her.
"If you ever need my help, don't hesitate to knock." Lexa told her.
"Even if its at…" Clarke checked her phone. "Three in the morning?"
"If I can make you feel better, losing sleep wouldn't be an issue." Lexa gave her one last smile before walking out of her house.
Ryder barked at her, wagging his tail happily.
"You get two treats tonight." Clarke murmured.
2.
Her and Lexa were on much better turns than "hello" now. They would go together in the morning for breakfast and coffee after Lexa would run. Clarke would opt out of running, instead choosing to draw. And if she happened to draw Lexa, well, her hand betrayed her.
Her and Lexa would have movie nights if Clarke was feeling upset, and Lexa would always suggest the goriest, most terrifying movies. Clarke was convinced Lexa was either a sadist or masochist, but judging by how she watched without being scared and would laugh when Clarke would scream, Clarke would guess it was the former rather than the latter.
Lexa had made Clarke feel happier in the month that the two began hanging out then the whole time Clarke had dated Finn, and it felt really good.
Except today.
Clarke knew it was bad news when she picked up the phone and heard her mother crying. She didn't even make it in her house, collapsing outside her front door.
Clarke was always closer to her father. Her dad just understood her. Jake Griffin was the one who told Clarke to follow her dreams as an artist. Jake Griffin was the one who accepted her coming out as bisexual first, and was always proud because he had double the chance of his "baby girl" finding the one. Jake Griffin was the man Clarke looked up to her whole life.
And now…
Now he was gone. Clarke didn't even get to say goodbye. Clarke dropped her phone, hanging up on her mother. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair! Jake Griffin had done nothing but good in his life. Her father was the most reliable, trustworthy, easygoing guy that walked the earth. Why couldn't it have been someone else!? What did Jake do that made his life cut short!?
Clarke couldn't believe it. This had to be the worst month of her entire life. First Finn, and now her father…
What did Clarke do to deserve this?
Ryder came out from the doggy-door Clarke had purchased, barking happily at his owner. However, it soon turned into sad whines, nudging Clarke's arm.
Clarke just covered her face, crying harder. Ryder whined louder, running out of the yard. Clarke didn't notice, still having her face covered. She didn't notice Ryder run into Lexa's yard, barking and scratching on the door. She didn't notice Lexa open the door with a sigh but managed to smile at Ryder anyway. She didn't notice the way Lexa looked to the yard and immediately lost her smile. All she heard was two sets of footsteps, and then suddenly she was being hugged. And she could smell Lexa's flowery-sweet smelling perfume, and hear Lexa murmuring things into her hair in a language she'd never heard before.
"What happened?" Lexa asked, before pausing and shaking her head. "That was stupid of me. You don't have to answer." She then took off her sweatshirt and put it on Clarke, all while still hugging the blonde.
Clarke was glad Lexa had retracted her earlier statement, because she wasn't in a mood for talking. So she just clung to Lexa as tight as ever and the woman held and comforted her just like she did that night a month ago.
"My…my dad died." Clarke whispered after thirty minutes of silence.
Lexa said nothing, waiting for Clarke to continue.
"It was a car accident, and they say he died on impact, so it was quick and painless." Clarke rubbed her eyes against the sleeve of Lexa's sweater. "But I didn't get to tell him I love him. I didn't get to say goodbye."
"How are you feeling?" Lexa asked, rubbing Clarke's back gently. It was helping her calm down.
"Broken. Again." Clarke chuckled bitterly. "Someone is out to get me…This has to be the worst start to a year."
"I don't think so." Lexa said honestly. Clarke looked at her then, and Lexa pressed her lips together and looked away. "Life has its bumps, Clarke. But it shapes us into who we are. And if Finn never revealed his true colors to you, I may have never gotten this close to you."
Clarke blushed slightly. "You'd want to be around someone like me? Even after running into me crying like a baby twice?"
"We all have our emotional baggage, Clarke." Lexa said, her eyes dropping from Clarke's to Clarke's lips. Clarke did the same, and as the two leaned in, Clarke's phone rang.
"I…I should go. Come over if you need more comfort." Lexa said quickly, before standing and walking out of the blonde's yard. Ryder barked after her, but she closed her door behind her.
Clarke scratched Ryder's belly, picking up her phone.
"Yeah…" Clarke answered.
"I'm coming over with Raven." Octavia said. "Abby told us—fuck Clarke, I am so sorry—"
"Don't." Clarke whispered. "Don't apologize."
"Okay…but still, shit, you don't deserve any of this shit." Octavia sighed. "We'll be there in five."
"Yeah." Clarke said sadly, looking over to Lexa's house. Even though she was happy her friends were making the twenty minute trip to her house, Octavia couldn't have chosen a worse time to call and tell her…
3.
It had been three months since her fathers death, and four months since Finn. The first week after their almost kiss, Lexa and Clarke had been very awkward around each other. However, they realized how stupid that was and began hanging out again.
And Clarke had to admit, she was falling for Lexa.
The woman was just so nice to her, and she was just an amazing person to be around.
So Clarke decided she was going to do something about it.
Deep breath.
She was going to ask Lexa to be her girlfriend.
Now, she didn't even know if Lexa liked her. But, Lexa did try to kiss her that one time, and they always sat too close to each other, and when they walked their fingers would touch as if they wanted to hold hands but were too afraid of the other person's reaction.
The first time Clarke was going to do it, she saw Lexa with another woman.
And the woman was beautiful.
She had dirty blonde hair, high cheekbones, and a seductive grin.
Clarke knew she didn't stand a chance.
Clarke was out in her yard, doodling the flowers she had planted, and every now and then she just so happened to glance at Lexa and Mysterious Hottie. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but Lexa would laugh and nudge the woman, who would nudge her back with that sexy smile of hers, and oh god how was she supposed to ask Lexa out if this woman existed?
Occasionally, the woman would glance over and lock eyes with Clarke, and then smirk as if to rub it in her face that she had what Clarke wanted.
At least, that's what Clarke thought.
When the woman was getting ready to leave, Clarke prepared herself for it. Prepared herself for the "I love you"'s, prepared herself for the goodbye kiss, but she didn't expect Lexa and Mystery Lady to grip each other's forearms and look into the others eyes with an intensity that looked as if they were departing for war. Mystery Lady grinned, dropping her hold on Lexa's arm and gave her a noogie before walking to her car and driving away. This gave Clarke the slightest ray of hope. Even though Lexa didn't seem like PDA kinda girl, everyone at least hugs their significant other.
"Oh! Hello, Clarke!" Lexa smiled, leaning over the fence. "I didn't notice you were outside."
I noticed you were outside. With your pretty friend. Who hopefully isn't your girlfriend. Why are all the sexy ones taken. I hate life. Clarke realized she was staring for far too long and still hadn't answered Lexa. Awkward. "Um…yes. Drawing. I mean, I've been drawing. And I noticed you had company so I didn't want to interrupt…"
"Clarke, Clarke." Lexa cut her off with a laugh. "You could never bother me, you know. I would've introduced you to Anya anyway."
"I would hope you would…I mean, we're friends and she seems important." Clarke mumbled, biting her lip. She was worried for the answer.
"Anya is the one who took care of me when my parents threw me out for being a lesbian." Lexa smiled slightly. "She's the best cousin anyone can ask for."
Clarke tried not to grin, because wow Lexa's parents are assholes, but wow Lexa is still available and hot lady Anya is her cousin. "I'm sorry about—"
"Don't." Lexa shook her head, cutting Clarke off. "It was their choice to be homophobic and lose their only daughter, who happens to be the most successful lawyer in the state. So its their loss, not mine."
This speech only made Clarke fall for Lexa even harder. "That's very…inspirational." Clarke smiled at the taller woman, who smiled back.
"It is. So, movie tonight, right?" Lexa asked.
"Ah…yeah." Clarke nodded. "At my house tonight. I'll prepare a good dinner too."
"Great, its a date." Lexa nodded at Clarke, before heading inside her house.
That statement replayed in Clarke's mind for the rest of the day.
It's a date.
It's a date.
It's a date.
Clarke finished preparing the food, sorting through the few horror movies she had. This night had to be perfect.
It's a date.
Lexa arrived at 6:30, and the two chatted idly while they ate the steak Clarke had cooked. Clarke's hands were shaking from nerves, but if Lexa noticed, she didn't say anything.
They had watched one movie, before Clarke went into the kitchen to check on the apple pie she was baking. She remembered Lexa saying she preferred apple to pumpkin. Not that that mattered or anything…
It's a date.
Clarke pursed her lips, looking at the pie she had taken out. What if Lexa said no? What if she was misinterpreted the woman's actions as just being friendly?
She heard Ryder bark at her feet impatiently, but Clarke was lost in thought. Why would Lexa want to be with someone as damaged as he anyway?
Ryder ran into the living room where Lexa was sitting, nudging the brunette with his paw. Lexa pat his head. Ryder barked, running into the kitchen. The last two times Ryder had came to her and then ran out, usually meant Clarke was upset. Lexa quickly stood, walking into the kitchen.
"Clarke?" She asked.
"Shouldn't you be watching the movie?" Clarke replied after her initial shock of Lexa being in here.
"I wouldn't want to watch it without you by my side." Lexa said, stepping closer.
Clarke looked at her, taking a deep breath. Now or never. "Please date me." She blurted out. Lexa blinked, and Clarke felt like stabbing herself with the knife she was cutting the pie with. "Uh…I mean…I like you so much, Lex, you're so nice to me and words can't even describe how I feel for you and I just really—" Lexa cut off her ramblings for the second time that day, but this time with a kiss. Even after Lexa pulled away, Clarke kept her eyes closed, pinching herself.
It wasn't a dream!
"I was going to ask you out tonight, too." Lexa chuckled, squeezing Clarke's hand.
"Well it would've been more graceful than my attempt." Clarke laughed slightly, Lexa laughing with her before kissing her again. Clarke could definitely get used to this. She'd have to thank Ryder.
4.
Clarke's life couldn't be better. Lexa and her had been dating for a full year, and Clarke managed to ask the woman to move in with her without the help of her trusty pup Ryder. Lexa had of course agreed, and gave her house to Anya. It turned out Anya was dating Raven Reyes, one of Clarke's closest friends. Small world.
The two couples had been on many double dates, and even though Anya gave Clarke the "break her heart and I break your face" talk, Clarke really found the older woman very funny and a great person to be around. She couldn't believe how much her luck had changed. Last year, her douche of a boyfriend had played with her feelings and her father had passed. This year, she had an amazing sexy lawyer girlfriend and honestly, that was all she needed.
Clarke was walking up to her house—their house—when someone grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.
"Finn?" Clarke asked.
The man—Finn—looked awful. He had bags under his eyes, his hair was greasy, and honestly he looked and smelled as if he hadn't showered in weeks.
"I found you." Finn whispered.
"What do you want?" Clarke glared.
"I need you back Clarke. I just made a bunch of mistakes but I'm more mature now. I grew." Finn explained.
"Ugh. You're pathetic, Finn. First of all, I moved on from you a long time ago. I'm in a happy relationship, happier than you ever made me. Leave while you still have the little dignity you came with." Clarke growled.
"You don't mean that, Princess…" Finn stepped closer.
"Get away, Finn." Clarke said.
"You need me." Finn grabbed her shoulder.
"Let go!" Clarke yelled. Ryder barked from inside the house.
"You need me. You can't move on. We're supposed to be forever! I made a mistake!" Finn shouted. "Mistakes happen, Clarke! We're only people!"
"Finn Collins, let go of me—" Clarke tried, wincing when Finn only held her tighter and pulled her to him.
"You're coming back to me. You're coming with me." Finn said.
"No! I don't love you anymore Finn, I never did!" The moment Clarke said it, something in Finn snapped.
"You what?" Finn asked in a low voice.
"I. Never. Loved. You." Clarke said lowly.
"You bitch." Finn glared, raising his fist. Clarke closed her eyes, preparing for the impact. But it never came.
She opened her eyes, and saw that Lexa had Finn in a chokehold while twisting his arm behind his back.
"You listen to me and you listen good, you lowlife scum." Lexa whispered into his ear. "You ever come near this property again, you ever come near Clarke again," She pulled hard on his arm, Finn crying out in pain. "I will be the one in prison for dismembering you. Do you understand me, or does your shoulder need to magically dislocate for you to understand?"
"I—I understand!" Finn said frantically.
Lexa released him, kicking him to the ground. "Pathetic." She said as she watched him try to run away, limping.
"…when'd you come out?" Clarke asked.
"About fifteen years ago," Lexa smirked, Clarke rolling her eyes. "Okay okay. I heard Ryder barking and looked outside, and the way he was touching you just set me off the wrong way."
"Where did you learn that?" Clarke looked at her girlfriend in a way Raven would describe as "heart eyes".
"Anya and I have taken MMA classes since we were ten, and I've taught them since I was seventeen." Lexa stated.
"I love you." Clarke said without thinking.
Lexa froze, hesitating, before a large smile appeared on her face. "I love you too, Clarke."
5.
It had been four years since Lexa had found Clarke in the bathroom, bawling her eyes out. It had been three years since the couple had got together. And honestly, for those three years, Clarke wanted to do nothing but marry Lexa Woods.
She knew it felt too soon. But Lexa made her feel whole. Lexa completed Clarke. Clarke knew she was happiest when she was with Lexa, as cheesy as this all sounded.
Except she didn't know how to propose.
She didn't want to fuck this up, not the way she fucked up asking Lexa out. God, what a disaster…
Clarke Griffin was smooth. So she had been thinking of the perfect way to propose for two weeks now when it hit her.
She'd propose the way they met.
It was perfect. She had bought the ring and had it in a velvet box. Lexa was helping Anya next door, as Raven was moving in and needed help with boxes.
Clarke looked at Ryder, grinning. "Go get Lexa, boy."
The dog didn't move, just panted happily by her side.
Clarke sighed. "Ryder, cooperate with me."
Still, nothing from the five year old pup.
So, Clarke pretended to cry. She covered her eyes, faking sobs. Ryder immediately began barking, before practically sprinting out of the house and next door.
Clarke got on one knee, looking at the door and trying not to fidget. She had the box opened, all she needed was—
Lexa ran inside, Ryder right behind her. "Clark, are you—" Lexa froze, covering her mouth in shock.
Clarke smiled nervously. "Um. Please marry me."
Tears ran down Lexa's face, but the woman laughed and kissed Clarke hard. "You're an idiot," Lexa murmured against her lips as Clarke put the ring on her finger.
"Is that a yes?" Clarke teased.
"Of course."
Ryder barked happily.
This was the longest one yet. Hope you liked it!
