bellamy blake imagines

Daisy Chains

by grounderfever on tumblr

Bellamy was nervous. No, he was beyond nervous; he was absolutely terrified.
And no, this wasn't because of the grounder threat or the impending doom of the 100 but it was as simple and humane as a crush. A stupid little crush that had grown into a huge problem for Bellamy. It was all he ever thought about. Every morning, every night, every evening, every single minute he was thinking of you. Of your eyes, the way they crinkled when you smiled, or the way you would try to hide your beautiful laugh behind your hands. He loved every tiny thing about you.
But what he hated was the way you made him feel. Like nothing on Earth mattered but you. The butterflies that erupted in his stomach whenever you spoke and don't even speak of the effect of you smiling at him.
And this is how he came to this. He'd seen you picking daisies and getting cutely frustrated as your failed attempts of daisy chains got the better of you and you stormed away. He knew where the small field of daisies you'd discovered the day previous was so he'd woken up early and trekked there, it wasn't far but it was pretty early in the morning and under no normal circumstances would he have bothered to do it. But it was you after all and for some reason he couldn't stand the idea of you being upset.
He spent almost two hours picking daisies and attempting at daisy chains. He knew how to make them, you'd shown him the day before - to which he blushed profusely as your dainty hands held his rough ones - but he just couldn't get the hang of it. His nails were too short and stubby, he'd bitten them so far down he couldn't create the small hole in the stem of the daisy for the other daisy to go through.
He sighs in frustration, throwing yet another failed attempt to the ground. He wants nothing more than to please you and the frustration of not being able to was really getting to him. How can such a simple thing be so hard for someone as cunning as himself? He was the leader of the 100 after all. He was Bellamy Blake, the person keeping his people alive and he had been defeated by a simple daisy chain.
It's when he gets the idea to use his knife to make the incisions that he feels he's won. He finally makes a link of daisies and cheers to himself, accidentally throwing away the daisies in excitement. He doesn't even bother looking for them, just starts again and works as quickly as possible. When he's done he can't help but sit back and admire his work. Sitting back, he holds up the delicate ring of flowers against the sunlight and unknowingly smiles at his achievement. He's done it. Found a way to make her smile that beautiful smile he can't help but love.
Meanwhile, you're sitting in your tent, unknowing about the man's surprisingly attentive effort at making a daisy chain just for you. You're lying awake, woken early by some birds outside. What you didn't know was that at that exact moment Bellamy Blake was approaching your tent, a delicate daisy chain in his hands.
He stands outside the tent, calling in to ask if you're awake. Your heart leaps when you hear his voice. You stand from the bed, completely forgetting that you're only in a thin shirt and a tiny pair of shorts until you open the tent and Bellamy gapes at your body. You blush profusely. "Sorry! I'll go get changed, just a-"
He shakes his head, "No, no, it's fine. I just... just wanted to show you something. Can I come in?" He asks slightly nervously.
You nod, smiling and trying hard to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.
He follows behind you as you re-enter your tent and zip it back up, staring at him expectedly when he only stands in silence. When he opens his hands and shows you the daisy chain he's made you gasp.
"Bellamy? Did you make this for me?" You ask, surprised at the strong leader's efforts.
He nods, not speaking. When he lifts his hands so as to place the flower crown delicately on your head one of the thin daisy stems - one that had, albeit, already been precariously bent at an odd angle - broke in two and the chain fell into two smaller, separate chains.
He stood in shock for a second before sighing exasperatedly and trying to re-tie the two ends together. His calloused fingers only damage the delicate flowers further as he desperately tries to amend the broken chain. You smile as his lips press together in a tight line, his brows furrowed in concentration.
"Bellamy," you speak softly. "Bellamy stop." Your small hands reach out and take hold of his tough ones, causing his actions to halt immediately and an embarrassed chuckle to fall from his lips.
"I'm sorry," He says defeatedly. "I saw you trying to make one yesterday so I got up early and made one for you - the bloody thing took hours - and now I've gone and ruined it. I'm sorry, Y/N."
You smile, pulling him in for a short hug. "You tried," you say kindly. "And that's more than anyone else has ever done."
His brown eyes search your own, a smile breaking out on his face. "Thank you." You finish, placing a delicate kiss on his cheek.
His smile reaches his eyes, the man suddenly looking the happiest he has in a while. And although Bellamy had broken the daisy chain he spent hours on, he somehow still felt as if he'd succeeded.