The 100 Imagines & Preferences

Short |Bellamy Blake

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"Wake up, Y/N." Bellamy cooed, tracing his fingers up your spine. You groaned lowly, wrapping your arms tighter around him. He laughed lowly, kissing the top of your head, his fingers running through your hair.

"Keep doing that and I'm never getting up." You giggled. A smile appeared on his face, peering down at you.

"Come on hun, time to get up." He laughed, trying to slip out of the bed. But you hugged him tighter, Bellamy letting out a low sigh. "Come on, Y/N." He whined. You leaned up, your face scrunched up in annoyance. He smiled lightly, kissing you gently.

"Fine." You huffed, allowing him to get up. He held his hands out, and you lazily took them, standing up in front of him. You both began to get ready, and you quickly claimed his jacket as your own.

"Really?"

"It's comfortable. Please Bell?" He glared down at you, but ultimately gave in. You smiled brightly, turning to leave the tent, when he stopped you.

"Hey, I love you." Bellamy grabbed your arm, pulling you against him. You laughed lowly, pushing yourself up on your toes, but he was still several inches taller. A grin spread across his face, a laugh slipping past his lips. "Awe, you're too short."

You glared up at him, and in a swift movement, you held him in a headlock. It took him by surprise, so it was fairly easy as you threw him down onto the bed. Your arms crossed over your chest, triumphantly standing over top of him.

"Who's short now, fucker."

Her couldn't help but smile, shaking his head at your proud smile.