MayWeMeetAgain07

Idk I was bored so I decided to write Spensa and Jorgen...Comment if you like it and maybe I will do more?Sorry if they're a little OOC lol.. I've never really written Spensa and Jorgen before. :TSeriously you guys, 69 views?!?!?!?! This almost feels intentional... 😂200 views?!? Thanks you guys!! 😁❤️Woah. 350. *Happy dance*400!!!!!!!!!500.......! Frappuccino, you guys!!Oh my lord how does the have 897 friggin views like GUYS THIS IS SOMETHING I WRITE FOR FUN WHEN I'M BORED YOUR NOT SUPPOSED TO ACTUALLY LIKE IT??What. The. Hell. 1.8K. Views. This. Was. Not. Supposed. To. Happennnnnnn!Well we just hit 3.5K-4.2K I am SHOOKETH :0000000THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 30K YOU WONDERFUL CRAZY IDIOTS!!!!!! If you want to read actually okay writing, skip to the last chapter. Everything else is... not very good.…

MayWeMeetAgain07

10 months. 10 months was enough to numb the pain. Bellamy hated it, hated how the pain lessened because his sister deserved more. She deserved the world, and he couldn't give her it. Bellamy hadn't cried for her yet. He was shoving everything Octavia related into a file in his brain never to be looked at again. He hated himself for it, for trying to forget, but he knew that he would shatter if he tried to sort through it. A part of him had died that day in the backyard, a part of him had died with Lincoln and Octavia in that car crash. Her funeral was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do. Him and Clarke had driven home in silence, and then he'd gotten home and sat on the couch, unable to move, unable to think, too numb to do anything except stare.Woohoo! Another Bellarke story! I'm sorry, these fanfictions just keep coming. Now they're the only thing I can write, lol.This is a modern AU where Bellamy and Clarke are roommates, she works at a Hospital and him as a college professor.*COMPLETED*Started: 4/27/20Finished: 5/26/20200 views?!? Tysm!!300 :DBRO ALMOST 600 ILU GUYS ;w;…

MayWeMeetAgain07

"Bellamy. Clarke, what happened to him?" Octavia was right there, she'd cupped his face in her warm hands and was looking at his face searching for injuries. It must've been bad because her eyes welled with tears. "... Can you fix him?" she asked. "I sure as hell hope so..." Clarke grumbled, just as black began creeping up on Bellamy's vision. "Don't fight it," Clarke whispered in his ear, like she knew what he was thinking. "Just sleep. It'll be easier that way." It didn't matter. He was too weak and tired to resist anyways.THIS FANFICTION TAKES PLACE IN SEASON 1!*COMPLETED*…