Bellamy Blake Imagines

Acid Fog Feelings

Bellamy's POV

What the hell? I work so hard to keep Y/N safe, and here she is on the Grounder hunt with us. We've known each other since before O was born, she's our best friend and I swore to her mother that I'd protect her. Why is luck never on my–"Oof!" I look over to my side to see a smiling Y/N.

"Hey, Bellamy," she whispers and looks at me hesitantly, her light brown hair gleaming in the sunlight. Holy crap, shes beautiful. "I know you didn't want me here, but I'm here to help. I promise I'll look out for myself."

I frown outwardly and nod, thinking that I'd be watching out for her as well. "Yeah, of course you will, Y/N. You need people looking out for you at every step, what makes you think you can look out for yourself now?" I let out a little harshly and hear her intake of breath.

"Then maybe you should just leave me if I'm such a hindrance to everyone," she almost growls out and stomps off ahead of me.

"W-wait, Y/N!" I call out her name to avail. She continues to walk ahead of everyone, and I follow at a safe distance behind her. Finn and Clarke are a few feet behind us and Octavia, Jasper, & Monty behind them.

Moments later, we hear a loud horn going off a little further away. I stop in my tracks and the others do the same, all of us knowing what that means. Y/N, however, had no clue what that was, so she kept going in the direction of the sound's origin in hopes of finding out what it meant.

"Y/N no!" I run forward and grab her as we finally see the fog. "Everyone run!" I hold on to Y'N's arm as everyone else runs to find cover. I ignore her yells and look around for a cave or a hole in the ground. My eyes land on a car door embedded in the ground, the entry to a supply depot that Clarke and I uncovered the guns in. The fog inches closer and we both quickly run–well I run and pull Y/N with me. I hear her scream, not looking back as I quickly open the door and jump into the ground, pulling Y/N with me as she pants and whimpers. I quickly lock the door and run over to her, she's now doubled over, her hands on her knees as she winces.

"Hey, look at me angel. Look at me and tell me what's wrong," I cup her face and force her to look up at me. She winces and bites her lip.

"M-my shoulder. It's it's burned or something," she winces and closes her eyes.

"The fog," I whisper and look down at her. "Let me help," she looks at me confused and I hope she sees my intentions are nothing if not good. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Aladdin," she jokes and pants lightly. "I trust you."

"I'm gonna have to take off your shirt to check your wound. We're in a supply depot, there may be some cleaning kits in here as well," I whisper soothingly, my hands on her hips as I try to help her.

She nods and that's my cue. I immediately pull her shirt over her head and my breath stops as I accidentally lay eyes on her mostly bare top. I look up at her and she's watch me, her cheeks coated with a light blush as she looks away. I clear my throat and pick her up. I carry her over to a bedpost and let her sit there as I look for emergency kits. After looking in some cabinets and boxes, I finally come across some rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and bandages. I turn to face Y/N and she turns her back to me, moving her hair to the side hesitantly. I watch her and inch closer to her slowly. I sit down on my knees, facing her back as I open the bottle of alcohol and pour some onto some cotton balls.

"B-Bell," I hear her soft whisper and look up, she turns her head slightly facing me. "Thanks you, for everything. I know it seems like I'm inconsiderate and stubborn and ungrateful, but I am so thankful for you–on the ark and over here."

"I know, angel," I whisper and watch her lips move as she let's out a relieved sigh. What the hell? I lean forward and kiss the side of her mouth. She gasps and blushes, obviously taken by surprise. "Now let me take care of your shoulder and then we can talk."

I clean her wound and carefully place bandages all over it, taking my time and thinking about what I would say to her. Once I wrap her shoulder, loosely enough so that later Clarke will be able to remove it painlessly and properly clean the wound. I set the supplies aside on the table and Y/N moves over to make room for me on the bed. I turn around and smile softly, sitting next to her.

"So...?" I smirk and decide to complicate things for her.

"Bellamy... I really like you," she whispers, surprising me altogether. "On the Ark, you were off limits because I would die anyway, but now I'm here. I'm on the ground and so are you. Things might be able to work down here."

I look at her, watching the light freckles underneath her eyes. I notice her straight hair that she's thrown over one shoulder, but she's missed a strand and it's not splayed across her forehead. I see the beautiful glimmer of hope in her eyes as she waits for my answer.

"You precious little angel," I whisper and lean forward, kissing her forehead. "I never really acted on my feelings towards you because I could never tell how you felt. But now that I know, I think we can work something out for the both of us," I smirk and she nudges me. I look out the window, almost directly on top of us as Y/N shivers. I look over to her and she smiles.

"Looks like we'll be stuck in here for a while longer, and it's been getting colder... so cuddle up," she smiles over to me and holds her arms out.

I gladly pull her in close to me as I lean down, careful not to hurt her shoulder. I kiss her head and sigh contently. I could get used to this.

↱ by urwarriorangel  ↲