December 4: Miller/Bellamy, Fake Dating + Ugly Holiday Sweaters
2022 Ficmas #1
Miller/Bellamy, College AU, ~1500 words
For the prompt "fake dating and ugly holiday sweaters" from a prompt generator I made to help me be festive
Wrote this in a little over an hour and did minimal edits. Have this rare pair in these wintry times.
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Miller agrees to attend the annual Wallace House Ugly Sweater Holiday Party on one condition: that Bellamy go with him as his boyfriend.
The Ugly Sweater Party is a holiday tradition that Bellamy, as the dorm president, is required not only to organize but to attend, even though he's not usually one to make public his collection of holiday attire. He'll do almost anything to get Miller to go with him, as if a buddy to look stupidly festive with somehow lessens the embarrassment of the experience. They've been friends for over two years now and Miller knows he'll grumble and argue but ultimately concede. At any rate, he's not imposing this condition to be a dick but because Bryan, who broke up with him last Halloween but didn't have the decency to transfer schools or even move to a different dorm, is going to be there in his own stupid sweater, and so Miller simply can't show up alone.
"You know I'm not gay, right," Bellamy reminds him, as he digs beneath a pile of once-neatly-folded long sleeved shirts in his dresser. "More importantly, everyone knows I'm not gay."
"You're in college," Miller answers. He's leaning back on Bellamy's bed, kicking his heels against the metal frame. "Everyone experiments in college."
Bellamy shoots him a look, still skeptical, and instead of answering throws a navy-blue sweater in Miller's face. He can't tell what's on it yet, but it jingles, so it definitely fits the theme.
"I can't believe you own not one, but two, ugly holiday sweaters," he says, later, as they tramp down the stairs to the first floor. This is a lie. He fully believes Bellamy owns a half dozen. But it's weird that he took at least two to school. Miller's features a Rudolph with three-dimensional red nose and puffy antlers adorned with inexplicable little bells. Bellamy's is a red, white, and green striped monstrosity, which makes him look like a candy cane. A handsome candy cane, but a candy cane nevertheless.
Bellamy just grunts. "And you don't even own a regular sweater," he answers, turning around to push open the parlor door with his back.
"Because we don't have winter in California. Anyway, boyfriends share clothes. It's part of the thing."
The parlor looks pretty much as it always does, except for the strings of small, white lights that have been looped about the room, and which make it seem softer and cozier and warmer, and yet it stands in such sharp contrast to the dusky blues of early twilight outside, the hints of cold and asphalt and brick still waiting for snow, that even the familiar reds and browns of the bookcases, the furniture, the rugs and the wooden floor, seem a particular, special oasis in the frigid guttering of the year. A few small groups of freshmen have already arrived, unfashionably early, but so far the only people Miller knows are the dorm council themselves. Clarke is putting the finishing touches on the food table, carefully turning her plate of thumbprint cookies and rearranging the red and green napkins and the red plastic plates.
One of the freshmen is wearing a reindeer antler headband. Clarke's sweater has a snowman on it, surrounded by little puffs of falling snow.
"Here," Bellamy says, handing him a candy cane. "Be festive. Have fun."
Miller jumps up and down, letting the bells on his sweater ring. "I jingle. How much more fun could I have?"
He stays mostly by the food, and keeps Bellamy by his side, pretending to be some kind of host, while additional freshmen and then sophomores and juniors filter in. At some point after he's realized there's hot chocolate in the containers at the end of the table, but before he's able to fill a cup for himself, he notices that Bryan has somehow slipped in unobserved. He's sitting in the armchair in the corner, talking to a girl Miller doesn't recognize, and he's not sure what hurts worse: that he didn't see Bry come in or that they're both okay to just exist like this, leagues away from each other at opposite ends of the room.
"Heyâtake it easy thereâsweetheart," Bellamy mumbles, carefully taking Miller's hands away from the hot chocolate dispenser, before he overflows his fragile paper cup. Thank fuck he destroyed the moment with an awkward endearment, or Miller might have gotten too distracted by the surprisingly soft warmth of his calloused hands.
"Don't call me that again," he warns, shrugging back his shoulders to save face. Bryan's sweater, he's decided, is insufficiently ugly. It's a basic green cable knit pullover, and he looks too stupidly good in it.
Bellamy steps sideways in front of him, blocking his viewâmercifully, annoyinglyâand Miller scowls at him.
"You know you're being a terrible date," Bellamy says.
"You should kick him out for not following the dress code."
"Yeah, I'm sure Clarke will try." He tilts his head, trying to catch Miller's eye, not quite smiling but so close to it that his expression has become almost sweet. Almost fond. Maybe this is how he looks at his girlfriends. Maybe this is how he gets dates with girlsâMiller can understand how it would work. "Seriously," he adds. "Are we boyfriends or not?"
Obviously not. But the point is taken. Before he can answer, a too-familiar voice from behind Bellamy says, "Excuse me," and Bellamy steps aside to clear the way to the hot chocolate and also to reveal, of course, Bryan, fiddling with the stack of paper cups. Up close, Miller can see that his hair is slightly ruffled, his cheeks pink from the stuffy, artificial heat of the room.
"Hey, Nate."
"Bry. Uh." He has to have something more to say than just his name. "Nice sweater."
"Yeah.â He grins, glancing over at Miller for just a moment as he pours hot chocolate into his cup. âYou too. You look festive. I wish I had something actually on-theme like that."
He is not being complimented on his Rudolph sweater. His brain's not working fast enough, can't tell if the comment is sarcastic or sincere, or just a bald flirtation, or if he's only hoping it might be. "Thanks. It'sâ"
"It's mine, actually," Bellamy fills in. He slips his free hand around to Miller's back, keeps it settled there in a subtly proprietary way. Miller watches the way Bryan's eyes follow the movement, and he steps a little closer, so that his hip bumps up against Bellamy's hip. "Someone told me that sharing clothes is something that boyfriends do. But if Miller tries to borrow my boots, we might have to break up."
"Good thing I have kickass boots of my own," Miller answers. The grin on his face, which feels sappy and love-struck, is annoyingly genuine. He almost feels bad about it. Like heâs showing off a new-found happiness thatâs actually real.
Bryan shifts his weight between his feet awkwardly. "They are pretty great boots," he agrees. "Hey, it was good running into you." And he reaches out and squeezes Miller's arm briefly, and for the first time, the touch feels like any ordinary touch, devoid of all particular, heartbreaking meaning.
"Yeah, you too," Miller echoes. You too.
Later, he and Bellamy split one of the last brownies, pulling it apart awkwardly while crumbs drop onto their laps and gooey bits of frosting threaten to drip off from the sides, sitting side by side on the loveseat by the window. The sun has set completely now, and the glass shows nothing of the outside, only reflects back the fairy lights and their own wavering outlines, as they toast with their desserts and then lick chocolate from their fingers. For a wild moment, Miller imagines grabbing Bellamy's hand, licking it clean. They're pressed up much closer than they need to be, and the room is mostly empty now, and Bellamy is watching him with that unreadable, affectionate expression on his face again. Somehow the laughter of a few moments ago, as they fumbled around with their dessert, has become a too-long silence. A silence on the edge of something he can almost name, a captured gaze he wonât let go.
"Thought you were only into girls," Miller says, as he feels them leaning in. Bellamy still has a brownie crumb stuck to the corner of his mouth, and when Miller brushes it away, he inhales sharply, and then grabs Millerâs hand in his.
Bellamy shrugs. "Everyone experiments in college," he answers, and closes the last distance between them, but the kiss is too sweet and tentative and true to be only that. Miller smiles as they part, briefly, almost laughing, and then immediately intertwine themselves again.
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When you've got time, could you make a headcanons post for miller/Bellamy too đ„șđ„ș please and thanks đ
Millerâs not sure when he and Bellamy become friends but he can pinpoint the moment he started calling Bellamy his brother. Â
They are out in the woods hunting when grounders attack them from the trees.Â
Three of them die instantly, but Bellamyâs fast, he pushes him to the ground for cover, then drags them to a bush and while Millerâs still gasping for breath, panicking, Bellamy shoves a rifle in his hands and yells âShoot!â. Then he drags him home and sends him off to bed with the words âYou did good today.â
He sees Bellamy completely crushed for the first time after Mount Weather.
He holds onto his brave rebel prince bravado during the day but at night he barely sleeps, drinks away all his rations, even goes through Jasperâs stack under the false pretense that he doesnât want the kid to kill himself from alcohol poisoning but drowns his bottles all the same.
He doesnât eat, takes on guard shift after guard shift and sleeps in the training rooms.
One night Miller has enough of it and goes there. âCome on, letâs see if you can still swing that left hook, old manâ he jokes and Bellamy raises and eyebrow.
âYouâre still not healed from the Mountainâ he tries cutting him off but Miller waves his hand âAbby cleared me a week ago.â and so spar together.
After that, Miller starts coming every night. They fight, sometimes it feels like all the anger and pain hold up inside Bellamy would make him burst and Millerâs just waiting for the breaking point.
It happens on the one month anniversary of Clarke leaving camp. Heâs spend weeks going out with search parties trying to find her but to no avail. Now he was throwing punches left and right, fuming. Miller trips him over and Bellamy gets angrier at that so he swings his fist and almost gets his nose but Millerâs faster and pushes him off to the ground.Â
âCome on, Bellamy, take it all out man.â Bellamy huffs and tries to free himself from the hands pinning his down âCome on! COME ON! Get it out!â Bellamy struggles under and finally he pushes him off with a yell. Then he swings his fists at his chest and hits him at first hard but then easily, he breaks.
Miller wraps his arms around him as Bellamy cries and falls on his knees.
Slightly NSFW from here on:
He wonât stop sobbing tough and thereâs a point at which all he does is struggle to breathe so Miller does the only thing he can-he leans down and kisses him.
Bellamyâs stunned at first.
Miller remembers them talking about the people theyâve been with back during their drop ship days and he knows Bellamy has kissed other boys but not actually been with one so he canât be totally mistaken about this.
He only relaxes when Bellamy kisses him back.Â
Next thing Miller knows, theyâre rolling on the old mattresses, Bellamy pulling his jacket and shirt off and kissing his neck. His hand trails down to his pants and cups the bulge with his big rough hand.Â
Heâs bossy and Miller likes it.
But even in his love, Bellamyâs selfless, he doesnât think about himself. He gives Miller the best hand job heâs ever had while his lips never leave Millerâs but when he tries to do the same for him, when his hand travels down to Bellamyâs belt he stops him. âNo.â he shakes his head and breaks the kiss âThis is about you.â he adds.
âBellamy, we can-â
âItâs okay, Miller.â is all he says and when he finally pulls away he still smiles âSee you here tomorrow night?â
And he does. They train three times a week like this and every time it leads to something more. Sometimes it can be angry, passionate, other times soft, sweet. All Bellamy needed some nights is someone to hold him.
He only ever lets Miller take care of him on the nights heâs completely broken but he still feels too bad about it.
Sex isnât as awkward as Miller thought it would be-itâs actually quite easy, fast but still passionate. Bellamy likes being hold after, Miller spooning him. Miller liked Bellamy trailing his finger down his spine.Â
Then theyâd get drunk, laugh it all over, fool around some more and in the morning itâs like nothing happened.
It stopped when Bellamy met Gina and Nate got Bryan back. They didnât have to talk about it, they appreciated each other too much to be awkward or weird around each other.Â
They simply smiled it off and hugged, knowing that they still had each other even if the pieces of their hearts belonged to someone else.
WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT HOW WRECKED MURPHY WAS WHEN THEY GOT BACK TO SANCTUM ???
He loves Clarke like a sister and you KNOW he was trying to figure out a way to get her away from the danger safely before emori ran without saying anything. No matter his problems with Clarke, she was still family. When he ran after emori, he was trying to save her because HE ALREADY LOST HARPER MONTY AND (for the most part) CLARKE. NOT TO MENTION BEING CUT OUT BY BELLAMY AND ECHO BC OF HIS SCHEMING. HE COULDNâT LOSE EMORI TOO. So when they got back sanctum, his face was the look of mourning on so many levels. He ended up in the wrong side again, not getting the chance to be the good guy. And oh did he try. He at least gave bellamy a slight hope in finding Gabriel to help them save Clarke. But this man, who literally got down on one knee for emori, because he couldnât stand the thoight of forever without her is so so so broken by the end of this day and you can see it in his face and hear it in his anguished cries when Russel throws him back in with the very people he betrayed.
So let me ask this again- WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT HOW WRECKED MURPHY WAS WHEN THEY GOT BACK TO SANCTUM ???
Top three the đŻ brotps? Also this is moonshoesreyes Tumblr is dumb and doesnât let side blog ask qs
OMG HEY CUTIE
Ooooh okay
1. Clurphy. Listen, season 6 is amazing and its only negative trait is that Murphy is acting like a punk ass bitch and pretending like he doesn't love Clarke Motherfucking Griffin. Bring my salty slytherin besties back!!
2. Jonty - I MISS MY S1-2 PURE SONS
3. Millamy or Braven - Good buddies that definitely started their friendships with one night stands, because the sexual tension is long since gone, but they've definitely seen each other naked and that shit doesn't leave your memory in a hurry.
