The 100 Imagines & Preferences

During storms (Boys)

Bellamy:

A single raindrop fell past the sky, hitting you directly in the eye. You jerked back, Bellamy laughing lowly over at you. You rolled your eyes, watching as the raindrops trickled to the ground.

"Oh, great. It's raining and we're out in the open." You huffed, looking up into the sky. It started even heavier causing you to let out a low sigh. That's when you felt a thick substance hit you in the side of the face, the stench of mud and soil filling your nose. You slowly turned to him, your jaw dropping. "Bellamy Blake." You threatened. And that's when another glob hit you in the face. You pursed your lips, when you decided to get in on the action. Your hands dipped into the mud, slinging it at the older boy.

And it went on from there, until the two of you were covered from head to toe. You glared over at eachother, before busting out into laughter.

"I hate you."

"You love me, angel." He winked.

Monty:

You peered out the open flap of your tent, watching as the rain poured down. Monty lay beside of you, the two of you occasionally sticking your hand out and flicking eachother with the water.

"I love rain." Monty mumbled. You nodded in agreement, glancing over at the boy. He seemed half asleep, the rain lulling him into his tired state.

Jasper:

"Jasper! It's raining!" You grinned. The two of you shared looks, grinning widely at eachother. You ran outside together, feeling the drops against your skin. Everyone began to run out of it, but the two of you stayed.

Your laughs filled the air as you splashed around, jumping into puddles. Your clothes were beginning to soak, but neither of you cared. Jasper ran over to you, picking you up and twirling you around, laughs ringing from both of you.

Lincoln:

Thunder boomed through the air, rain drumming against the roof. But you were bundled in the covers, stuck against Lincoln side. At each crack of thunder, you jumped, cowering into the boys side.

"It's just a little rain, love." He cooed, running his hand up your back. You glared up at him, but quickly buried your face in his neck at the noise. "It's okay, I've got you."

Murphy:

"Y/N. Lay down." Murphy whined. You were sitting beside of him, the cover bundled around you. He was about to say something else, when thunder cracked through the air, causing you to practically jump off the bed. "Hey, what's wrong, Y/N?"

"I don't like storms Murphy." You snapped. He let out a low sigh, sitting up and wrapping you in his arms.

"What can I do to make you feel better, angel?"  A smirk twitched up on your lips, slowly looking over at him. And that led to the two of you laying together, your fingers running through his hair. You gently twisted the locks into a braid, smiling brightly down at him. His head layed on your stomach, his arms wrapped around your body. "Felling better hun?"

"Mhm, thank you Murphy."

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When your "friends" only talk to you when you start a conversation, or when they need you.

Lol.

I need friends.