From apanoplyofsong on tumblr: "Does it count as a prompt if I say literally anything involving Bellarke and dogs because I know what I'm about?"

Another Tipsy Prompt.™

"Look at him, Bellamy."

Bellamy clenches his eyes shut. "No."

"Look. Be a man, you dipshit, and look at him."

"There's no call for that kind of foul fucking language, Griffin," Bellamy gripes, and cracks his eyelids open. "Fuck."

The puppy is chubby. It has rolls. Its paws are enormous, and its ears are like Dumbo ears. Even as he watches, Clarke pulls the black ears in front of the puppy's eyes, like a blindfold.

"Oh my god," he says. "Did you literally ask for the fattest puppy they had?"

Clarke gives him a strange look. "He was the runt."

"He was the––fuck, what kind of mutant dog parents did this thing have?" Bellamy demands. "If this is the runt, what the hell did the others look like?"

Clarke smiles serenely and holds out the pup to him. Its tail is tucked between its hind legs, and it whimpers a little, hanging there in the air and looking bashful.

"No," he says, but it's weaker this time. "I don't––I don't want it."

"I think he looks like an Atlas," Clarke says, and deposits the puppy in his lap.

"I hate you," Bellamy says, and the black lab puppy lets out a little doggy sigh and rests his head on Bellamy's thigh.

"You love me," she counters, and scoots closer so she can watch the small dog snuggle into his lap.

"Fuck," Bellamy mutters. "You are––you are the worst."

Dogs are just money-wasting, time-wasting, shoe-chewing nightmares, and he––

"You love me," she repeats, singsong, and Bellamy slumps. He does.

"I love you," he agrees, and rests a careful hand on the puppy's back. His tail thumps with joy at the touch, and Bellamy has pretended he didn't really want a dog since Octavia was born and his mother told him they could afford a dog or a sister, not both, and the sister was nonnegotiable.

But of course, Clarke figured it out. She figures out everything about him, sooner or later. Probably because he's transparent as fuck around her because he's stupid in love with Clarke Griffin, but still.

She gets him.

"You're taking him out when he needs to pee at night," Bellamy says, scratching gently behind the soft Dumbo ears. The puppy gazes up at him, adoring, and Bellamy is––god, he is not going to fucking cry, this is ridiculous.

"No, I'm not," Clarke replies, and kisses him on the cheek. "And I love you too, babe."