hello my lovelies! it's been a million years since i've posted and it's prob going to a million more before I post again
apparently writer's block has decided to become my constant companion
anywhoooooo, is this proof read? not even a little bit!
all mistakes are mine and mine alone :) pls just skip over them bc i have no desire to edit
enjoy!
Everyone was hanging out at Bellamy and Clarke's apartment, playing video games and eating pizza, having a lazy Sunday afternoon. Monty, Miller, and Jasper were playing Mario Kart while Bellamy and Maya watched. Raven and Gina were cuddling on the love seat, and Clarke was sitting next to Bellamy with her feet on his lap while she sketched.
The only one missing from their group was Octavia, who was across the hall in her apartment getting ready for her date with Lincoln. It had been hard for Bellamy when Octavia wanted to move out, but they had compromised and she'd gotten an apartment across from Bellamy, so she could independent yet still close to her only family. It had worked out in the end as Clarke had been looking for a place at the same time Octavia was moving and it had just seemed like an easy decision, moving in with Bellamy.
Octavia came rushing into the apartment, wearing a bathrobe. Her makeup was done but her hair was still wrapped in a towel. She was carrying a worn box with a mythological scene on the top, obviously given to her by Bellamy. That nerd.
Octavia came to sit in front of Bellamy and he unwrapped her hair from the towel while she started taking things out of the box. She handed Bellamy a comb and he started to gently comb through her hair.
Everyone stared at them for a moment before shrugging and going back to what they had been doing before. All except Clarke.
Clarke couldn't make herself look away as Bellamy effortlessly styled his sister's hair in beautiful, intricate little braids before he pinned it up.
When he was done, Octavia thanked him and said her goodbyes to the group, heading back to her place to finish getting ready for her date with Lincoln.
Bellamy put the stuff back into the box Octavia had brought with her but had forgotten to take back before he leaned back on the couch, happily watching as Monty absolutely destroyed Miller at Mario Kart.
After a moment, Clarke cleared her throat and nudged Bellamy. He looked over at her with a raised brow in silent question.
"Where did you learn to do hair like that?" Clarke asked hesitantly, not wanting to make Bellamy uncomfortable. She knew it probably had something to do with his childhood and she always had to tread very carefully when asking him anything about his childhood.
Bellamy shrugged. "My mom worked so much that I was the one who got Octavia ready most of the time. She never liked having her hair touched but I made a deal with her, if she would let me do her hair and get her ready without complaining, I would learn new styles so she could have the coolest hair in her grade," Bellamy admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, like this was somehow an embarrassing anecdote instead of one of the sweetest things Clarke had ever heard. "I don't do her hair everyday anymore but for special occasions when she wants it to look good, she gets me to do it."
Clarke hesitates, clearly wanting to say something but instead she blushed and looked away.
"You want me to do your hair, Princess?" Bellamy asked, smirking, guessing correctly what she wanted but was too embarrassed to ask.
Clarke nodded shyly and Bellamy put a cushion on the floor for her, nodding at her to sit.
Clarke sat in front of him, leaning back against the couch, feeling his legs encasing her. Bellamy starts combing Clarke's hair with his gingers, even though O had left her box of hair stuff and there was a comb right there. Clarke tried to repress a shiver, his touch was so sure, yet so gentle.
Clarke felt herself be lulled into a daze as Bellamy did her hair, braiding it into an intricate crown. When he was done he said, "A crown for the princess."
When Clarke didn't laugh or reply like he expected, Bellamy shook her shoulder softly and she came out of her thoughts, realizing she was practically boneless against Bellamy's legs.
Bellamy took a picture of her hair to show her, and she was in awe.
"This looks amazing, thank you, Bell," Clarke breathed, sending him an excited smile as she looked at herself in the front-facing camera of her phone, trying to see it from different angles.
Bellamy just grinned back. "Glad you like it, Princess."
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Somehow, afterwards, it just becomes a regular thing for Bellamy to do her hair. Special occasions, work days, or just when they're hanging around the apartment being lazy and Bellamy wants to try out a new hair style he'd seen that he thought would look good on her.
One day she's in the zone painting and doesn't even realize that she's gotten paint in her hair, just absently brushing it to the side and getting a streak of blue on her cheek.
When Bellamy comes home from work and sees her, concentrating and completely oblivious to the paint on her skin and in her hair, he just rolls his eyes fondly and makes his way over to her after setting his stuff down and kicking off his shoes.
He touches her arm to let her know he's there, knowing better than to try to talk to her when she's in the zone, and she leans into his touch, humming softly in acknowledgement.
Not wanting her beautiful blonde hair to be sullied by even more paint, Bellamy sets about gathering her hair up into a high ponytail, tying it using the extra band that always seems to be on his wrist these days for moments just like this.
When he's finished he backs up, about to turn around and go take a shower, when Clarke absentmindedly thanks him, "Thanks, baby." She doesn't even seem to realize the endearment slipped out but Bellamy does and he freezes, barely able to get out a strangled, rough, "You're welcome," before he's hightailing it out of there.
He wishes he could just tell her. Tell her that he's in love with her and wants to hear her call him baby all the time. Wants to be able to play with her hair when they're watching TV and not just because he's doing some new hairstyle for her.
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It was Friday night and Clarke was home early after having forced herself to go on a date that hadn't ended all that well. She'd only gone on the date in the first place because her feelings for Bellamy were getting out of control. She needed to get her mind off him.
So when her coworker had offered her to set her up, she'd agreed. Unfortunately, it had been a giant waste of time. The entire date all Clarke could think about was how her date wasn't tall enough, their hair wasn't dark and curly, they just looked confused when she made a nerdy Harry Potter joke that would have had Bellamy in stitches. They just weren't the person she really want to be out with. Bellamy was the only person she wanted to date and even if she couldn't have him romantically, she would have much rather have spent her night just hanging out with him.
Halfway through dinner, Clarke realized that she was wasting both her date's time and her own time. Thankfully her phone buzzed with a text from Octavia that she was able to pass off as an emergency, and after leaving more than enough money to cover her share of the bill, Clarke went home.
When she entered the apartment, Clarke could hear Bellamy groaning and Miller laughing, probably having a guys night. She smiled softly as she toed off her shoes and hung up her jacket. She didn't want to interrupt so she was trying to be quiet while she fished her phone out of her purse.
She was about to walk into the living room when she heard Bellamy whine, "This fucking sucks! It sucks!"
Bellamy had seemed off these past few weeks but when she asked him about it he just shrugged her off with a "I'm fine, Princess," and that stupid grin that she loved so much and always distracted her. Clarke knew she shouldn't eavesdrop but Bellamy was her best friend and he was hiding something that was bothering him! Her curiosity won out against her morals and she paused in her steps, tilting her head to listen.
"So, you're telling me, that you did Clarke's hair— Clarke being the woman you've been hopelessly in love with since the first goddamn second you saw her— you did her hair for her date with someone else?!"
"Yup," Bellamy groaned. "I'm fucked. It's just— I'm not going to stop doing her hair just because she doesn't feel the same way about me. She gets this adorable little smile when I do a good job and I can't give that up, man. It's pathetic, I know. But she's still my best friend and if she needs me to do it for her dates or whatever, of course I'm going to say yes! Even though it fucking kills me that it isn't me that she's going on a date with." Bellamy finishes with a sigh.
Clarke couldn't help the little gasp she let out at the end of his speech and Bellamy's head immediately shot up from where he had been laying it on his folded arms on the table. Miller, whose back had been turned towards her and thus hadn't seen her, whipped around.
"Uh," Bellamy stammered, turning bright red and somehow looking both sheepish and terrified.
Clarke and Bellamy just stared at each other while Miller looked between the two. "Well, that's my cue to leave. Goodluck, buddy."
The two barely acknowledged Miller as he rushed out the door, leaving behind a deafening silence.
Bellamy's mind was spinning, already coming up with ideas on how to take back everything he just said, because he loves living with Clarke, loves being her best friend, and he can't, he can't lose that.
Before he can say anything, though, Clarke is already speaking. "Did you mean it?" Clarke asks breathlessly, a nervous yet hopeful look on her face.
Bellamy hesitated for a moment before his shoulders sagged and he whispered, "Yes. Fuck, Clarke, I'm so in love with you it's honestly kind of pathetic."
Clarke let out a sob of relief and then she's in Bellamy's lap and her hands are tangled in his hair. Bellamy's hands come to her hips to steady her and then Clarke's lips on his and it's everything.
Bellamy is the first to pull away but it's with reluctance and only in order to actually breathe. Clarke buries her face in his neck, wiggling as close to him as possible. Bellamy's arms slide up from her waist, brushing her sides, and coming to wrap around her, holding her tightly against him.
Clarke mumbles something agains't Bellamy's neck and Bellamy hums, raking up her shirt and rubbing his hands slowly up and down her spine. "What was that, Princess?"
Clarke presses her lips against his shoulder gently before scraping her teeth against the skin and sucking a bruise into his neck. Bellamy moans deep in his throat and tangles his fingers in her hair, messing up the artful undo he'd done for her date. He tugged her closer and Clarke whimpered.
"Fuck, Princess," Bellamy groans.
"Yes, please," Clarke says cheekily, making Bellamy give her ass a playful swat.
Clarke pulled back until she was perched on his lap instead of practically plastered against him. Looking him in the eye, Clarke says, "I said, I love you too."
"Really?" Bellamy is grinning widely, looking happier than Clarke's seen him be in a long time. She did that.
"Yes," Clarke whispers, looking at him with such fondness and love and how did he not see that she looks at him like this all the time? How did he miss that? "I love you so much. More than I probably should. But it's all your fault! Why do you have to be so beautiful and smart and such a fucking nerd?! Why do you have to be so good at doing my hair and why do I like it so much?"
Bellamy snorts. "Because without me you'd have to make do with messy buns and basic ponytails."
Clarke glares at his teasing grin before looking at him playfully. "Or, maybe it's because all I can seem to think about is you doing our children's hair?"
Bellamy choked while Clarke just looked smug. "You think about things like that?" Bellamy asked, tugging her closer.
Clarke softened and gave him a shy smile. "Yeah. Does that bother you?"
Bellamy kissed her, soft and sweet. "Nope, I love that you think about stuff like that. I think about stuff like that too. Our kids are gonna have the coolest hair in school."
And they did.
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