dominance | ( eudio cuddlr )

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your profile is dumb. i'm re-writing it.

[ she's sitting next to you, holding out her hand for your phone.]

[ bellamy's tempted to toss his phone at her, but he just hands it over to her without a fight. he does roll his eyes. octavia can be so extra when she wants to be, and he'll refuse to acknowledge he enjoys it. ]

You couldn't have just said that to me? You're so weird.

[ she is full of burger and lazy. that's why she texted him. obvs.

she takes the phone and gives his arm a shove afterward for good measure.]

Your profile is weird. Do you get girls from this?

[ he sighs, and doesn't shove her back. the desire to is there, but bellamy leeches her laziness and enacts on it. ]

I used to when it said I wasn't interested. Mostly everyone asked me why. Got a few dates out of it. [ he shrugs his shoulders. it doesn't matter to him, because half those people seem to be gone. ]

[ he leans over toward her. even though he knows he's opening pandora's box, it brings o some joy, and so he knows he can suffer the consequences of letting her take this inch and run a mile with it. ] I also didn't write this profile.

[ THERE IS SO MUCH INFO IN THAT AND SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHERE TO START.] Who wrote it?

[ bellamy falls back against the cushions of the couch and props his feet up on the coffee table. slouching, he sighs. ]

Elsa. Stole my phone and changed it to sound unlike me.

[ there's that name again, octavia's lips twitch a little.] What did it say before?

Not interested.

[ just that, o. not interested. it's a bellamyism, isn't it? he's thought of changing it back numerous times, but he's always chosen to do something else instead. but he looks over at her and shrugs, as if to say it is what it is. ]

Why am I not surprised? [ she laughs, rolling her eyes as she starts to think about what to say.]

[ octavia knows bellamy, and that's why she's not surprised. everyone else? they'd required some explanation about his rationale behind his words. it'd given him a headache for a long time to explain he couldn't be bothered deleting his app (a slight lie) and he wasn't too interesting of a person (a truth). ]

I only got this thing so I could make my deal here. [ he shrugs his shoulders, brows pulling together. it's all business and no pleasure for him, even though bellamy's beginning to get that a little mixed up. ] You can't get to know someone through a profile.

[ her eyebrows perks as she looks at him.] So should I leave it? Are you getting good results? [ she makes a sound.] I don't want details.

[ bellamy shakes his head with a smile. ]

The only person who's bothered to swipe is Elsa, and that'd been to get me to notice she changed my profile in the first place.

[ he could tell her of the chats he's had with the girls who have swiped right on him, if only to see her pull a disgusted face. but he leaves it for now as he looks at her with a grin. it's not important. he thinks he can guess the reason why she's taken an interest in his profile, and while he wants to tell her she doesn't have to worry about him (even though she does), he decides to try and fluster her instead. ]

You can just leave it blank. It's cute you're looking out for me.

Someone has to. [ go ahead, try to fluster her! ] You're apparently kind of hopeless when it comes to getting some... dates. [ she looks at the phone again before smirking.]

And I doubt she swiped just for that reason.

[ narrowing his eyes, he shakes his head. ] You don't know what you're talking about. You haven't been here when people were swiping right for me.

[ he isn't offended at all, but bellamy feels like he has to prove himself to octavia. he's not hopeless! he simply prefers keeping a distance between himself and everyone else. it's safer and it's smarter and he's more comfortable that way. talking to octavia about this ends up with her teasing him, and though he enjoys seeing her more brighter and lighter than she's been in ages, it's still at his expense, and it's still slightly encroaching on a territory he's not even comfortable acknowledging just yet. ]

You're hanging out with your little sister on a Friday night, Bell. [ which means that your dating life has to suck or something. she's got an excuse, she's new. of course, she's not putting it together that he'd rather be hanging out with her than anyone else apparently. ]

That's why I'm redoing your profile.

[ his face scrunches up. ]

What's wrong with hanging out with my little sister on a Friday night?

[ they'd done it every friday night for a good portion of their lives, and he'd never thought anything wrong by it. he still doesn't now. even with all the social rules and how it'd frame him to be "uncool", the only person he's ever sought to be "cool" with is her. ]

Because you could be on a date or something. [ a small part of her is glad he isn't because right now, this place is still overwhelming and confusing.]

[ bellamy looks at her for a long moment. thinking of playing it off as a joke, he instead leans in toward her and taps her shoulder to bring her attention to him — just so she can see how he's not pretending here. it's not a joke to him, and if she thinks he'd rather be anywhere else but here with her — she has another thing coming. ]

O, if you want to hang out with me other people can wait. Doesn't matter if I have a date or some soccer game going on. You come first. [ he shrugs his shoulders. it's so simple to him, and he wonders if she'll ever see it. ] Everyone else can wait.

[ for a moment, there's a swell of frustration that she doesn't understand. why would he want to spend time with her? after she ruined his life? she pictures her mother being dragged off to be floated (she didn't see it), there's an ache that rattles in her chest at the idea of it.

your fault.

she wonders if she'd be so forgiving if the tables were turned. if it had been his fault. she glances away from him, forcing herself away from those thoughts.]

I'm pretty sure that soccer and a date are two very different things... I think.

[ he shrugs his shoulders. considering how he and clarke had kicked a ball around, he doesn't think it's too far off to assume some people play soccer for fun as a date. not that he and clarke went on one when it was simply him trying to make her trip over her own feet. ]

I'm pretty sure you can combine both, O.

[ he looks away from her. ] You don't have to hang out with me if you don't want to. I'm not going to force you.

[ she gives his arm a smack, her brow furrowing.] I never said I didn't want to hang out with you. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here.

[ bellamy does his best to suppress his smile. rubbing at his arm, it hardly stings, but he's always pretended it has whenever she hits him. ]

You're only here for the free food.

[ it's easier to pretend it's that than anything else, even though bellamy beams just a little brighter with her own admission. ]

[ dropping his arm in his lap, he shifts on the couch and slouches even further into it. this is the most relaxed he's felt, or allowed himself to. looking straight ahead, he nudges her with his elbow before he turns to face her. ] What shit are you going to write on it? [ and he nods toward his phone in her hands. ]

You caught me, [ she gives him a smirk as she glances at him, watching him relax even more against the couch as the credits keep rolling on the movie.

she keeps looking at him, holding her phone.]

"I'm not down to earth. At all. Let me take you into my magical world of being shirtless. All the time."

Edited 2016-06-17 04:02 (UTC)

[ bellamy looks at her with an arch to his brow. he's quiet for a long time. ]

Really?

[ that's way worse than elsa's one, and she'd been trying to sound so unlike him on purpose (apparently). he supposes that's the point, but even then, bellamy has to try and stifle his own laughter. ]

[ snorting, she rolls her eyes and hands the device back to him so he can see what she actually typed out.]

A leader and hero. An unwaveringly loyal friend and brother. Actually pretty funny.

[ and at the bottom she had to add:]

And perpetually shirtless

[ she looks at him.] Elsa's is better.

Edited 2016-06-17 06:40 (UTC)

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