Prompt fill for Brianna (granger-danger) on tumblr.

The way you said "I love you": In awe, the first time you realised it.

Additional tags: modern AU, roommates, friends to lovers, love confessions, artist!Clarke


Bellamy loved living with Clarke, he really did. She was far cleaner than Murphy had been, and she was a morning person, unlike Miller. When Octavia suggested they live together, he was sceptical. Clarke was definitely the most responsible of Octavia's friends – but that wasn't necessarily the basis of a good roommate.

At first, they argued over everything; from what % milk to buy, to what setting the thermostat should be on. Eventually, they had both mellowed out and accepted that they couldn't agree on anything everything.

And things were going brilliantly, until Bellamy realised he had developed feelings for his roommate. It was Octavia's fault really, she was the one that pointed it out to him. Now Bellamy was scared that he was going to make things weird and she would move out, she was his best friend and he cared about her too much to ruin it because he had a crush on her.

It wasn't even like it was just one thing that she did, that would be easier to ignore. It was everything she did that made his heart swell: it was the notes she'd leave on the fridge to remind him they were out of eggs, but still wishing him a good day; it was it was the pile of spoons next to the coffee machine after she'd been painting all day; and he even smiled when he tripped over her shoes every day on the way into their apartment.

Bellamy grumbled to himself as he picked up Clarke's boots and put them over with all the other shoes. The door to the office was open slightly and Bellamy could smell the now-familiar smell of paints coming from the room. He smiled to himself. When Clarke had first moved in, they decided to convert the empty office in their apartment to a studio for Clarke to work from.

Bellamy left his messenger bag on the couch and made his way towards the office. He pushed the door open slightly and grinned at the sight in front of him.

Clarke was sat at her stool, facing away from the door, concentrating intently on the canvas in front of her. She was wearing her scruffy leggings and one of her dad's old shirts that she used to paint in. Her hair was in a messy bun and she had her headphones in. Bellamy thought she looked beautiful, he watched as the light shone in through the window and lightened her blonde hair.

He leant against the doorframe and watched her work. She was painting a winter landscape in oils, part of her new landscape exhibition at Lincoln's art gallery. Somehow, she'd got a swipe of paint on the back of her neck and Bellamy smiled to himself and he felt his heart do a weird little flip.

"God, I love you." He said in awe. His eyes widened as he realised what he'd admitted. He knew his feelings for Clarke were strong, but love was a big, scary word to throw around, but it felt right. Bellamy's face grew red as he thought this over.

Clarke turned on her stool and saw Bellamy at the doorway. She grinned over at him and pulled out her earbuds.

"Did you say something?" She eyed him suspiciously as he pushed himself off the doorframe.

"I said I love the view." He said, gesturing vaguely with his hand to her canvas. Clarke turned to look back at the canvas and Bellamy tried to calm his racing heart. She hummed as she dipped the brush back in the light blue paint.

"How was your day?" She asked and glanced up at him. His stomach flipped and he cleared his throat.

"Same old." He said vaguely, Clarke nodded. If she noticed that he couldn't meet her gaze, she didn't say anything.

One day he would tell her how he felt, but for now he was just happy to have her close. He gave her shoulder a squeeze before leaving her to finish her piece.


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