Bellamy Blake Imagines

Unexpected Turn

"At least I'm trying to do everything I can to keep everyone safe! What have you done? Ey? Sat on your ass all day complaining!" He spat as his face turned red and his eyes bulging. His hair is ruffled more than expected due to the constant running through with his fingers. He didn't want to argue, but ever since you two met you'd clashed in every way possible.

The tension in the bunker was thick and could be cut with a knife. He blamed you, for getting you both stuck in the bunker during the thunderstorm. It was in no way shape or form safe, for either of you to return back to camp. Every tree looking the same, every path being smudged and vision blurred by the rainfall.

"I complain because all you and your 'boys' do is make a mess of the place and help ruin any chance we have of survival. Just because you act so high and mighty doesn't make you entitled to advocating what is best for these kids." His face was hard and his mouth in a flat line. Both of your chests were heaving and eyes never tearing from the others line of sight.

"You decided the moment you saw me you weren't even going give it a chance. You really want one of these kids in charge? They're teenagers." He rebutted and although you knew what you said next would hurt, in the meat of the moment, you blurted it out.

"Don't act as though you care about any of them. All you came down here for was Octavia and look where that got you." It was silent and you knew you hit a nerve. You were shocked, and more so disappointed in yourself for mentioning family, being fully aware that you were in no position to go that far.

You knew he had grown to care about these kids. Sure he had come down for Octavia but he had gained something much more. Many of the delinquents looked to Bellamy for guidance. With a rocky start though, he did know everyone and made sure everyone was comfortable. His ongoing battle with Octavia was no where near your business and definitely a weakness for him, one you used to your advantage.

Your mouth opened as if you were to say something, but you kept closing it unable to say anything remotely audible. Bellamy just nodded his head, you could his eyes were glassy and you were regretting everything that had come out of your mouth. "Bellamy, I-"

"Forget it." You could hear him try to suppress his sigh. "We're in for a long night, find somewhere comfortable." He wiped his nose on his jacket as he walked into another part of the bunker you took refuge in.

You sat staring out the small window that you managed to uncover in the wreckage of what this bunker was. Looking outside you saw the wild winds and wet greenery of the dreary landscape. It was silent, only breathing could be heard and when anything bashed against the outside metal.

"It reminds me of the ark a little bit, don't you think?" You said, then turning your head to see Bellamy and waiting for a response. He had his back and head resting on the wall, his legs perched as his knees were held up by his foot. His line of sight looked up to the door you'd both enters through, drenched. He was itching to get out.

His eyes switched to you for a mere few seconds before slowly glancing back to the door. You pouted a little looking back outside, continued with a sigh. To be fair, you probably deserved it.

"I'm sorry." You blurted out, arms tense and eyes scrunched up. It wasn't that it was painful for you to say sorry, you needed to. It was the reaction from Bellamy you were dreading. Your apology just swirled into the silence that laced throughout the atmosphere. It didn't go unnoticed, but the silence didn't leave.

"I didn't mean it." You continued again, although it seemed pushy, it was sincere. "Drop it (Y/N)." He sighed, running his hands over his face. "No I won't drop it." You got to your feet and settled next to him. He hadn't moved for what had been like hours.