The 100 imagines & preferences

Dropship Landing | Bellamy

Instead of writing this chapter I spent 30 minutes finding and saving The 100 text posts to my camera roll ngl
- Spencer

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As you sat unnervingly on the seat that you swear whenever you moved it made the screws go lose. You chest pounded and you felt you stomach in your throat as the decent from space back down to Earth took off. Clutching tightly to the red buckle straps you wanted to scream and cry but no one else was doing that so you didn't want to feel weak in front of a bunch of bad ass, problematic prisoners.

As the push and pull factors of gravity concluded and you no longer felt like you were going to throw up everywhere, you unbuckled your buckle and stood near the dropship door awaiting it's opening.

The first person to run outside was a young girl you met once, Octavia Blake, you reckon her name was. Screamed at the top of her lungs
"WE'RE BACK BITCHES" she says throwing her fists up in the air. You laughed along with others as people filed out of the ship and mingled and rejoiced in once lost friendships. You and some other boy were the last to exit the ship but the boy dare not move.

Walking up to him you fold your arms across you chest and raise your eyebrow "are you not excited to finally breathe fresh air?" You ask breaking the tension filled silence
He scoffs but his shoulder shook with a hidden vibe of laughter "I will just need to regain my balance after falling from space. Literally"he jokes
You shake your head
"I'm (your name)" you say extending your hand out in an improper greeting way
"Bellamy. Bellamy Blake" he replies shaking your hand

FUCK ME SIDEWAYS BELLAMY FUCKING BLAKE
THATS ALL GOODBYE