Bellamy Blake Imagines

Grounder Girl

Your feet shuffled around camp, dragging your feet.

"Bellamy! I need to speak with you"

You were a grounder that they found the first day they landed. People wanted to keep you captive to get tips on how to survive. You were always cast out of your group underground anyway, so you joined them not long after.

You still wore your 'Grounder Clothes', and had your hair intricately braided hair almost everyday. You had some light tribal tattoos lining your back, but no one had seen them but you.

Storming up to his tent, you whipped back the flap,

staring right at you, was a practically naked Bellamy.

"PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON!"

you smacked your hand over your eyes.

after a minute or two, Bellamy spoke.

"What's wrong ground girl? Never seen perfection?" Bellamy smirked. He had yet to put on a shirt.

"Shut up" You growled.

"Ouch. I think the knots are cutting your circulation"

You rolled your eyes, "I said shut up sky guy. We need to talk"

"Wow. How much salt did you have last night"

"Right now you seem to have more dick in your personality than in your pants" you grumbled, "Look. We're running out of water."

"Okay" He shrugged, "Not my problem"

"It is your problem. You're the 'leader' of this camp"

He scoffed, "You're the on that knows the ground, you find it"

You shook your head, "No" walking across the space of the tent floor, you grabbed his bicep, and pulled him along.

You must've been so frustrated with him that you forgot he didn't have a shirt on, because by the time you got outside of the tent, you could here whistles from a couple of guys.

"Oh shut up you assholes" You flipped them off, and turned to Bellamy. "Put on a shirt sky boy"

"In your dreams grounder girl"

↱ by the100imagines ↲