The 100 Imagines💯

Bellamy--- Yew-knit-eee Day💓

Someone wanted one where Bellamy got jealous sooo....

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Bellamy hated it when he began to develop feelings for anyone. He hated feeling vulnerable around someone. It wouldn't happen often, but when it did, he was at his worst. Very touchy, very mean.

Today, of all days, was Unity Day. Their first Unity Day on the ground. Everyone was busy making posters, making Moonshine, and sharing laughs. Whilst Bellamy had other things on his mind.

Why are they celebrating? He thought. Why would they be so careless and forget about the Grounders that lurked behind the tree's, that had such a pure hatred for them that would be willing to kill, and they're partying?

Don't be so tense. Have a little fun. Live a little, Bellamy. They'd told him but how can he when there are monsters waiting to strike at any given-

He stumbles slightly as a new weight is pushed onto him, knocking him from his concentrated thoughts.

He looks down to see someone scrambling in the dirt to try to pick up party supplies.

"Sorry, Bellamy. I wasn't looking where I was going and accidentally hit you and I'm very sorry. Please let me go with a warning and I'll -" She speaks fast and almost as if she's scared. She has her hair pulled up into a bun, isn't that what they call it? She cuts herself short when she realizes she's rambling and touches his hand, which surprises him, for support to stand up, dropping the rest of the supplies.

He meets her bright F/C eyes and remains frozen. Staring.

"You probably don't know me since I'm always inside helping with food but I'm, (Y/n)." She flashes him a smile, a smile so bright and full of happiness that you could mistake it for the sun.

"Sorry about this little mishap, it won't happen again, sir." Her smile fades and she looks scared again. He wanted so bad to just give her a hug, as weird as that would seem, just to let her know, nothing bad would happen.

And then he knew what was happening.
And he dreaded the thought.
He was developing a crush.
And he knew it.

"Oh, no, no no no. That's amazing, I mean you don't have to do anything, its fine. You're fine. Well, you're not just fine you're..." He trails off to stare again and hopefully scare her off so he won't feel so weird around another human again.

She smiles at his awkwardness and quirks a brow, folding her arms.
"I'm what?" She edges him on.

He cleared his throat, "All I'm trying to say is that you'd better make sure this is cleaned up." He is finally in control of his voice now, which makes him seem more scary to her.

"You got it." She gives a slight grin and he just nods awkwardly before walking off to kill a deer or something.

Later...

Oh, Unity Day, so loud and annoying. The only thing good about you are the drinks. And sometimes the people.

What must the grounders think we're doing? Since we're all so happy and cheering so loudly. Maybe they think we aren't scared? Maybe they'll give us a reason to be. Bellamy thought but shrugged it away.

He watched closely as the sun began its start of setting, creating a soft orange glow on the camp and its faces.
But one in particular.
The clumsy girl he'd met earlier had been stuck in his mind all afternoon.

There she stood, her hair now unkept and wavy, her laugh echoing through camp, her smile shining brightly.
But it was the person she was doing those things to that made Bellamy narrow his eyes and brows together.
John Murphy.

Poor Wells. Its no mystery that he would be the one who'd killed him. And he'd be hung for it. Soon.

He made her blush, he made her smile, he made her happy. Which made Bellamy angry. Or what's the word... Jealous.

He stood a long ways from them, his arms crossed as the sun left the sky and the moon took its place and fireworks of sorts from the ark projected and made people holler.

And then something like a meteor blasted through the sky.

Clarke raced to his side to get a good look.

"Can you wish on this type of shooting star?" He asked no one in particular as the shuttle raced to the ground, hopefully bearing supplies. Clarke smiled at what he'd said but she didn't know his wish was to make his feelings go away and make Murphy go away.

Bellamy's stomach churned violently when Murphy copied what all the other couples around the camp were doing. Kissing.

Clarke just stood there awkwardly with a cute blush on her cheeks.

"Never liked Unity Day?" Clarke wonders.

"I do... Just not the activities." He mutters before turning and stomping off like an impatient child, without another word in.

Bellamy didn't get a wink of sleep that night.
He couldn't.
Because of (y/n).

And he hated it.

He kept himself up with his thoughts, what to say if they were faced in a situation where he'd need to talk to her, like at lunch or a meeting or anything.
But he decided how stupid all of this was, all the worrying, all the anger toward Murphy for no reason. It would all stop today.

Today he didn't care where his self esteem was at, he had to do it.

So he got up bright and early and went over what he had to do for about thirty minutes, until everyone else would be waking up.

Finally, after yawns and groans, most of the hungovered arose.

Including you.

Bellamy followed you to the fire pit where you waited for people to start the fire so breakfast would be starting.

"Hey." Bellamy started and you turned slowly and squinted up at him, the sun stinging your eyes.

"Hi." You answered tiredly.

"Good night last night?" He wondered and you shrugged.

"I guess." You said drily.

"Oh?" He edged on.

"Well it was like every other Unity Day, drinks and noise. This time with trees." This made him smile.

"Want to eat breakfast together?" He asks casually as ever and you nod.

"Sure." You were too tired to notice the look of pure happiness that crossed his face in a flash but then went back to neutral.

"I'll see you here in twenty." He cleared his throat and you met his eyes with a smile.

"Yeah." You replied, and that was the beginning to an ever so rocky relationship with the love of your life.