The 100 Imagines/OneShot

Bellamy Blake: Kissing in the Rain

Fighting, all you could hear was fighting. Bellamy and Clarke were at each others necks again, the entire camp surrounding them listening intently. You on the other hand, stood farther away at the edge of the camp. Crowds always made you uncomfortable, so you stood leaned against a tree watching the problem unfold. But that's when it happened, fat wet drops began falling on your face. The camp fell silent as everyone looks up at the sky, already soaked. Suddenly everyone took off, running in all directions trying to get to cover. Profanities surfaced through the rain, but you just watched. A smile spread across you face as you reached out, catching the rain in you hands. In a matter of seconds the camp ground was empty, leaving only you. Your smile turned to a grin as you walked out into the center of the camp, your arms stretched out like a bird.
You began spinning in circles, giggling to yourself.

"Y/n what the hell are you doing?" Bellamy's voice boomed out and you stopped, looking in his direction.

"Dancing! Like in the movies!" You yell back, grinning at him through your soaked hair. Bellamy looked at you for a minute before smirking and making his way back out into the rain. He is absolutely soaked by the time he reaches you.

"It's beautiful, Bellamy!" You yell over the thunder, Bellamy laughs and smiles down at you. You laugh again and grab his hand, turning to stand beside him and raising your hands up.

Bellamy tugs on your hand and pulls you against his chest, you blush against his tough chest and look up at him through the cold rain.

"You're adorable Y/n" Bellamy whispers, holding you against him and smiling at you. You take a minute to look into his beautiful drown doe eyes, you lean in closer and giggle.

"Are you going to kiss me in the rain like in those cliche movies?" You whisper back and he laughs, looking away for a second then back at you.

"Maybe." He grins that goofy grin of his that you love so dearly.

"Do it."

He wastes no time snaking his hands to your hips and tugging you closer, bringing his lips to yours. The sound of the camp drowns out and all you feel are his soft lips on yours. The rain continues to pour around you both, he smiles into the kiss and pulls away resting his forehead on yours. Maybe the ground wasn't so bad after all.