The 100 Imagines & Preferences

More than benefits |Bellamy Blake

Request for jellyispresent

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"Damn." You panted as Bellamy collapsed beside of you, breathing heavily. After regaining composure, you forced yourself from the bed, collecting your clothes from the ground. Bellamy watched you closely as you dressed yourself, an empty feeling consuming him as you left his tent. 

You threw the tent open, running your hand over your face as you let out a low sigh. Looking around the camp, you noticed Clarke frantically running around the dropship, trying to treat all of the patients.

"Hey Griffin! Need some help?" You chuckled, slowly walking up the ramp. The girl let out a sigh of relief as you walked in, giving a frantic nod. You began working, paying little attention to the boy sauntering in the room.

"Kell, mind helping me?" Tim asked, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. With an annoyed sigh, you looked over at him, scanning him to see he was perfectly fine.

"I have people who actually need to be taken care of." You rolled your eyes. But Tim walked closer to you, causing you to nervously back away from him.

"Maybe I need taken care of too, sweetheart." He smirked as your back hit the wall. His arms quickly pinned above your head, body moving closer to yours. "So, is boss man the only guys you'll do the friends with benefits thing with?"

"Leave me alone Tim." You breathed, anxious nerves striking inside of you. But he leaned in, trying to press his lips against yours. You tried to move away, but he grabbed your waist, pinning you in one spot. Before his lips could press against yours, someone grabbed his shoulder, throwing him away from you.

"Don't fucking touch her Tim-"

"What? Getting jealous over one of your booty calls?" Tim sneered, your head dropping. Bellamy's hands pulled into fists, eyes narrowing at the boy.

"You better never touch her again." He threatened. At this point, you had collected wondering eyes amongst the camp. Many left their jobs just to see this little squabble between their leader and another delinquent.

"What are you gonna do Bellamy? Get one of your boys to beat my ass-" his words were cut off as a fist collided with his jaw. Bellamy shook his hand out as the boy collapsed back, holding his face. "What the hell."

"Not so big and bad now, huh?" He growled, looking down at the boy. Tim slowly rose to his feet, standing before Bellamy. His arms crossed over his chest, awaiting Tim's next move. The boy threw a punch, Bellamy easily blocking it.

As soon as Bellamy brought the boy to the ground, delinquents stepped in to pry them apart. They pushed Bellamy back to your side, sending Tim towards Clarke.

"Can we at least have one day without fighting!" Clarke yelled in annoyance. She grabbed Tim's arm, shoving him towards the med table as she shooed the others from the room. With a low sigh, you grabbed Bellamy's arm and supplies, before dragging him towards his tent. You ducked inside, pushing him towards the bed as a signal for him to sit down.

"Thank you." You mumbled, gently taking Bellamy's hand, running a wet cloth over his knuckles. Tim never got a hit in, so all you had to do for Bell was wrap his hand. Before you had a chance to grab a wrap, Bellamy cupped your face in his hands, lips colliding with yours.

"Bell, not now-"

"Look Kelly, you don't have to say anything. But I want more, more than just friends with benefits. I- I love you, okay?" His head was bowed, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lips. You giggled lightly, hooking a finger under his chin. His eyes met yours, widening as you leaned forwards.

"I love you, Bell." You whispered against his lips, giving him a gentle kiss. Bellamy smiled brightly, letting out a low chuckle as he pulled you closer to him.

"God, I'm so glad I don't look like an idiot now." He chuckled, watching as you took his hand, carefully wrapping a bandage around his knuckles. "I love you."