Bellamy Blake x Reader
May sometimes contain smut, so please be warned
Also, will be graphic at some parts
There will be spoilers
And lastly, a lot of fluff between, Y/N and Bellamy
THE 100
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You sat crossed leg on the camp bed you’d been given. It was a truly tiny bed, the smallest one in the dropship, allocated to you because you seemed to have missed every growth spurt known to man and ended up just touching 5 foot.
It was quiet around the camp outside, all noise had finally stopped as the 100 one by one went off to sleep. You’d tried to sleep but you knew Bellamy was on the guard rota for tonight. You didn’t seem to be able to relax until you’d heard him return to his tent next door to your own.
Why you had ended up in the tent next door to the Blake siblings was something of an enigma, it had just seemed to be the last space left.
Fortunately tonight you didn’t have to wait too long. You soon heard the soft bass of male voices talking outside. One of them was unmistakable as Bellamy. He sounded stressed, but he was alive so you were counting that as a win.
Carefully you dimmed the light to just above a glow and laid back down. The meagre blanket you’d salvaged was wrapped tight around you and you finally closed your eyes once more.
“Y/N?” the tent flap opened and Bellamy’s soft voice called again “Y/N you awake?”
Bellamy. You quickly pushed the blanket back down sitting up “Bell” you yawned “what are you doing here?”
He left the gun at the entrance to your tent coming to sit on the floor in front of you, resting his back against the edge of the camp bed and spreading his long legs out in front of him. “It’s been a very long day”
You watched his broad shoulders sag slightly. He’d been doing this a lot recently, coming to your tent at night and just talking, getting rid of the problems of his day to someone who would simply listen. Someone who wasn’t going to argue with him. It never went any further than talk, even if sometimes your mind wandered to wondering about Bellamy’s lips or the smoothness of his skin. You would never try anything, way too shy to admit your feelings for him.
“What happened?” you crossed your legs underneath yourself and twisted to face him, so your knee was resting against his shoulder. “Bell?”
“The wall” he said eventually “I don’t think its high enough, the foxholes aren’t finished and if the grounders do attack… we’re not ready”
“You think the grounders are going to attack?”
“They’re coming, they have no choice. Just like we don’t” he looked over his shoulder at you, forcing a smile to his face when he caught the nerves playing around your own eyes. “Anyway, how was your day?”
“Bell…”
“No Y/N, please, just tell me about your day”
You watched him for a moment longer before letting it go. There was no point in pushing him to talk about something he obviously didn’t want to.
