Bellamy Blake x reader Prompt Session

You heard me. Take. It. Off.

A/N: I really like this one.

A few weeks ago my hunting group had a run-in with some grounders. We fought them off easily, but not before I was cut with a poison tipped knife. Just my luck. It had me bed ridden for weeks, and I've been more than impatient about getting back to work. Even back on the Ark, I was always working. I never took sick days. Working has always distracted me, but now that Bellamy wouldn't let me leave my tent let alone lift a log or go out into the forest, I'm left alone most of the day with my thoughts. Not the most pleasant time ever.

It's already been three weeks. Clarke said that I probably should wait another week before trying to lift things and run, but I was getting stir-crazy in a tent!

Clarke walked in with some water and food on a tray and set it down next to me.

"How's it going, (Y/N)?" She asked, setting her hands on her hips.

I sighed, "Peachy."

She gave me a sad smile, "Another week and you can go back out there."

"But why not now? Clarke, I feel fine." I told her for the hundredth time while sitting up.

"Bellamy said no, and he's the boss here." She shrugged and turned to walk out.

"Wait," I stopped her, "Bellamy said that? I thought it was you."

"No, I think you're ready, to be honest, but Bellamy said no-can-do." She shrugged again, then walked out before I could stop her.

That was the last straw. How could Bellamy do that? He knows I need to work! And he's keeping me locked up like some damn prisoner!

I stood up, trying not to knock over the tray Clarke left for me. I threw on some more appropriate clothes and grabbed my rifle that was in the corner of my tent. I swung the strap around my shoulder.

"What do you think you're doing?" Bellamy's familiar voice echoed from behind me.

I turned around, gripping the rifle strap that kept it across my back, "I'm going to work."

"Like hell you are, (Y/N), get back to bed." He demanded, his voice getting louder as he spoke.

"Clarke said I'm good to go, but you told her I wasn't. I didn't realize you were a medical expert, Bellamy." I spat at him, gripping the strap harder.

He scoffed, "(Y/N), Take off the rifle and get back in bed."

"No!" I screamed, making him flinch back.

"You heard me! Take. It. Off." His voice was now dangerously low, taking a step closer to me after each word.

I held my ground, "You heard me. I. Said. No."

"God Dammit, (Y/N), why can't you just listen to me!?" He yelled, throw his hands in the air, his volume high again.

"Why can't you just listen to me? I'm fine!" I yelled back.

"What if you're not?" He echoed my volume.

"Why the fuck do you care?"

"Because I love you, (Y/N)!"

Then we both went silent.

I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it again. His eyes fell to the floor.

All we could hear was the distant voices of people outside. I looked at him as he shifted uncomfortably. Then, I dropped the rifle. It made a loud clanking noise as it hit the ground, causing him to jump and look up at me. I walked back over to my bed and sat down, throwing some blankets on my legs and looking at him.

His lips flicked up into a small smile as he started moving towards me. In a few, short stride, he slowly lowered himself next to me scooting up and setting his back against the back of the tent. I lowered myself onto him feeling his heart beating a mile a minute when I set my head on his chest.

His arms laid gently around my waist, keeping my upright and close to him. I shut my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. I couldn't keep the small smile off my lips.

One more week. I could do that.