The 100 Imagines/OneShot

Bellamy Blake: I Thought I Was Too Heavy?

You were not oblivious to your fluffiness, you knew you were a bigger girl and though it bothered you at times, you were okay with it. That's not to say that you didn't feel self conscious doing certain things, like sitting on your boyfriends lap, no matter how many times he said it was okay. You actively avoided it, and like situations, but one night while everyone was hanging out by the fire, there was no where left to sit. You knew you couldn't refuse without causing a scene.

"He's a big boy, he'd find a way to not have me sit on his lap if he couldn't handle it." You internally rationized. So, with a deep breath, you sat down on your grinning boyfriends face. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you, smiling widely and continuing his conversation with some of the other kids. Time passed and you got more comfortable with the idea, at some point you unknowingly shifted your weight from your feet to the rest of your body, sitting more normally.

"Hey babe, will you go get us some more beer?" Bellamy asked sweetly, you smiled and nodded getting up and heading to one of the tents. You quickly get enough bottles for everyone, including yourself, and head back.

"Man I don't know how you do it." One of the boys whispered, something in you made you pause, listening to them.

"Do what?" Bell asked.

"Let her sit on you, she looks heavy as hell man." The boy states, making everyone around him laugh. Even Bellamy chuckles.

"She is pretty heavy, I had ask her to get us something to drink just so my leg to rest." He laughs, rubbing the spot where you had been sitting. Tears began to brim, your heart crushed. You felt like the air from your lungs had been knocked out, you stalk over to them and hand him the beer, dropping to sit on the ground beside him.

"Babe, what are you doing? Sit on my lap." He laughs, looking at you confused. You try to hold back the pain in your voice, glaring at him you stand.

"I thought I was too heavy for you?" You say, dropping your cup and spinning to walk from the group.

"Shit." He mutters, horror and regret filling his heart. "Y/n! Y/n just stop! Hey, baby please!" He yells, running after you. Tears spill rapidly, you run in a random direction into the woods.

"Hey! Please just stop! Y/n ITS DANGEROUS OUT THERE!" He chases you to the best of his ability, but the darkness puts him at a serious disadvantage. Now surrounded by trees, he spins in circles looking for any sign of you.

  "Fuck, where did she go?" He whispers. You were gone.