The 100 Imagines & Preferences

Jealous |Bellamy Blake

Imagine requested by Shanksbytheocean

I hope you like it, and I'm sorry it took so long. Everyone else waiting on a request, I will have them done some time soon, promise.

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"Open the gates! Now!" Murphys voice rang from outsdide. The guards glared at him, but when they saw you being carried in his arms, they immediately did as said. You were held bridal style in his arm, your face buried in his chest due to your pain induced state.

Bellamy saw you from across the camp, in Murphy's arms, beelining to the dropship. Anger bubbled up inside of him, the boy quickly running to the dropship. Murphy sat you on the table, gently laying your leg out.

"What happened?" Bellamy boomed, anger evident in his eyes. He walked over to Murphy, shoving the boy backwards.

"Bellamy." You snapped, glaring over at him. The boy was instantly at your side, snaking his arm around your waist. Murphy joined your other side, Bellamy sending him a death glare as he took your hand.

"She did something to her ankle while fighting off a grounder-"

"What the hell, Murphy. She could have died out there. You let her-"

"I was fighting off three that were going after her!" He screamed back, cutting Bellamy off. "I did as much as I could do. Rather a broken ankle than a dead girl."

"Don't you fucking-"

"Both of you shut up!" Clarke screamed at the two, growing frustrated. "Go outside and let me fix her up, and I don't want to hear a single thing from either of you." She snapped. The two glared at eachother, both reluctantly walking out.

"You piece of-"

"I didn't do a damn thing. If anything, I was trying to save her. It wasn't my fault-"

"Yes it was! You dragged her out there with you."

So they went back and forth, the boys in each other's faces. Until Bellamy shoved Murphy back, the whole camp now with their attention to them. Murphys jaw claneched, but he didn't do anything. But with the second forceful push, Murphy reacted. His fists collided with Bellamy's jaw, the boy instantly retaliating.

Murphy was thrown to the ground, Bellamy following after. He punched Murphy again, but the boy quickly shoved him off, scrambling to his feet.

Clarke had helped you from the table, knowing already what the commotion was. She held you up on one side, a makeshift crutch on the other.

"John! Bellamy!" Your voice rang through the camp. Neither said anything, but they stopped. Stopped hurting eachother, yelling at eachother, and fighting. "Get your asses over here."

The two did as said, you being the only person that could sort of control them. They stood before you, not meeting your annoyed gaze. You let out a low sigh, adjusting the crutch as you glared over at the two.

"Bellamy, Murphy saved me. He was the reason I made it back, and the reason I didn't die." You stated, annoyance seeming to radiate off of Bellamy. Murphy smiled up at you, and you returned the gesture. "Thank you."

"Any time, Saige." He crossed his arms over his chest, the signature smirk taking over his features. "How you feeling?"

"Kind of hurting, but I'm alright. It's just a sprain." You shrugged. Before you could say a word more to the other boy, Bellamy cut in.

"How about I take you back to your tent. You need some rest." You glanced over at Clarke, then Murphy, before nodding. Bellamy took Clarke's place, aiding you in hobbling back to your tent. He layed you back, placing a pillow beneath your leg.

"I'm sorry, Saige." He mumbled in a low voice. He shook his head at himself, turning to leave your tent. You watched as he pushed open the flaps, finally deciding to stop him.

"Hey, Blake." You yelled after him. He looked back at you, a sad look in his eyes. "Sit down."

He sat at the edge of your bed, trying carefully not to hurt your leg. You smiled up at him, taking his much larger hands in yours. A finger hooked under his chin, bringing his face down to yours. Your lips gently molded together, your body relaxing into the kiss.

"Blake, you know Murphy and I are close friends. You always get so damn jealous of him though. I promise, I love you, okay? Murphy is my best friend and all, but that's all he is. I love you, Bell." You sighed. He settled beside of you, hooking an arm around your wast. You leaned into his side, laying your head against his chest.

"I know. But Murphy doesn't care about all of that, he still flirts-"

"He flirts because he knows it pisses you off. We used to jokingly flirt constantly, but now the only time he does it is when you're around. I'll make sure he stops now, okay?" You told him, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers together.

"I love you." He spoke in a low voice, leaning his head back.

"I love you too, Bell. Now, stop trying to fight my best friend." You giggled, looking up at him. He rolled his eyes playfully, planting a kiss on your forehead.

"No promises."

"Bell!"