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𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 — John loving to play pranks on you because he likes your reaction of chasing after him to get your revenge.
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「 english isn’t my mother tongue, do not hesitate to leave a comment if you see some mistakes, thx! 」
No Promises
Prompt can be found here
Since the landing of the 100 on the ground, people respected you, alongside Bellamy and Clarke. They saw you as one of their leaders, and trusted you to guide them in the right direction. You were liked by most, and often found that people listened when you spoke, you mattered down here.
“Hey d’you find anything in that bunker?” Jasper asked you as you made your way into the crowded dropship.
“Nothing useful,” you replied. Jasper grabbed your arm and pulled you aside where no one could hear you.
“Is that the truth?” He questioned you. You shook your head and led him to the second level of the drop ship where no one could listen in on your conversation.
“There were weapons, quite a few of them,” you confessed to Jasper, “but you can’t say anything, if people find out we’re hiding them they’ll get angry.” Jasper looked around, and nodded his head.
“I won’t say anything (Y/N), I swear.”
As you departed with Jasper you went to a hidden area around the back of the drop ship, where you had stashed some extra ammo. As one of the camps leaders you didn’t like hiding things from your people. However, it was necessary, after all if word got out and the weapons fell into the wrong hands, things could get very dangerous.
After making sure all the ammo was still there, you covered the bullets with damp moss, making sure they were out of sight. As you stood and turned around, a hand grasped your throat and the other clamped your mouth…Murphy.
“I heard you talking to Jasper,” Murphy stated, “you’re hiding weapons from us? Huh?” He was clearly agitated, if he didn’t want anyone to know what he was doing to you, he’d probably be yelling. His grip around your throat made it difficult to breathe, you were strong, but Murphy was stronger, and as his hand tightened you could feel the bruises forming.
“What did you think? That we were gonna use them against you?” Murphy spat, his hand still covering your mouth. You were defenceless, but you weren’t scared.
“You see, that idea never popped into my head. But now,” he sarcastically laughed to himself, “now I might use them to kill you.” Murphy lips turned into a chilling smile. “I’m gonna take my hand away, and you’re not gonna scream. You understand that?”
You nodded, and as Murphy took his hand from your mouth, his grip on your throat loosened too, but he didn’t let go. As he waited for you to confess, your hand went to the back of your jeans, where you kept your gun hidden. You grasped the gun and in one swift motion had it pointing at Murphy’s temple. Murphy put his hands up as if to surrender.
“What you heard between me and Jasper,” you started, “stays between me and Jasper. Do you understand that?” Murphy swallowed, and although it killed him to do it, he nodded his head.
“Good,” you said, “now beat it. And if I find out you ever told anyone, next time it’ll be my hand around your throat,” you threatened him. Murphy clenched his jaw, but he obeyed and turned back to camp.
The next day when you woke up, your neck ached. You didn’t have to check but you knew there were bruises from Murphy’s grip. You did your best to hide them as you popped the collar up on your jacket. You left your tent and as your eyes adjusted to the light you saw Bellamy approaching you.
“Morning,” he said with a smirk. You and Bellamy got along well, he was protective over you, but not in the brother sort of way. After getting off to a rocky start on the ground, you took a strong liking to each other. It seemed to be obvious to everybody else, that there was something between the two of you.
“Hey,” you replied, “what’s the go for today?”
“A few of us are going out to hunt for food,” Bellamy started, “and I got Monty, Jasper and some others to sort through the nuts and berries.”
“Alright, sounds like a plan,” you replied.
“You sure you wanna come? It can be dangerous,” Bellamy mocked you as a smirk played on his lips.
You smiled back at him, “Very funny Bellamy, you know I can handle myself.”
“I know,” he said, “I’m just teasing.”
The leaves beneath your feet were damp, which made it easier for you to hunt quietly. So far you, Bellamy, Clarke and Octavia had caught enough to last the camp for a few weeks. The four of you were making your back to camp, Octavia and Clarke at the front, while you and Bellamy trailed behind.
“See, told you I could take care of myself,” you joked.
Bellamy laughed and shook his head, “I always knew you could.” Bellamy turned to face you, and his eyes were drawn your neck. While you were hunting your collar must’ve folded down, and the bruises from Murphy were clearly visible.
“What the hell,” Bellamy grasped your arm and stopped you from walking. Octavia and Clarke were oblivious that the two of you had stopped, and kept going.
“What?” You questioned, unaware that he’d seen the markings.
“What’s on your neck,” Bellamy said as he reached out to touch you.
“Don’t Bellamy,” you slapped his hand away, “it’s nothing.”
“It doesn’t look like nothing (Y/N).” Bellamy turned you to face him, the look in his eyes wasn’t what you expected. You thought he’d be angry that you kept it from him, but he looked hurt.
“Well it is nothing,” you snapped back. You turned away from him and continued to follow Octavia and Clarke’s retreating figures, leaving Bellamy behind.
When you got back to camp you tried to avoid Bellamy at all costs. He cared for you, and would do anything to keep you safe. If he knew Murphy had done this to you, he’d probably kill him.
You lay on your bed in your tent, trying to think of an excuse for the bruises when Bellamy burst in. Startled, you jumped up and rolled your eyes at the sight of him.
“Don’t roll your eyes,” he demanded, “I wanna know who did this to you.”
“No one did, I-I ran into a…tree,” it was a bad excuse, and it definitely didn’t work on Bellamy.
“So a tree left hand marks around your neck. That’s what you’re telling me?” Bellamy crossed his arms over his chest, and stood in front of the entrance to your tent. You knew that you’d have to tell him or he wouldn’t let you leave.
“Fine,” you sighed, “Murphy found out we had weapons and he-“
“Murphy did this to you?” He hissed. You could tell the anger was building up inside of him.
“It’s okay Bellamy, i-it doesn’t matter. I’m fine now,” you confessed.
“It matters to me,” Bellamy said calmly. His expressions and demeanour had changed; he wasn’t angry at Murphy. He was disappointed in himself that he didn’t protect you. Bellamy walked over to you as his hand reached up to touch your bruises, you flinched slightly remembering the way Murphy hurt you. Bellamy noticed, “Hey, it’s okay (Y/N). I’m not gonna hurt you.”
His fingers traced over the markings on your neck, the gap between the two of you slowly getting smaller. Without any warning, Bellamy wrapped his arms around you, one hand around your back and the other holding your head against his shoulder. You hugged him back tightly, hoping he’d never let go.
“I’m okay, really,” you insisted.
“I know you are,” Bellamy said, “but Murphy isn’t gonna be.” You and Bellamy broke apart, yet there still wasn’t much space between the two of you.
“Don’t do anything to him Bellamy…please,” you pleaded with him. Bellamy’s hand cupped your cheek as he softly smiled.
“No promises,” he grinned.
This has to be favourite gif ever, I fucking lose it every time.
Prompt can be found here
Clarke and Lexa - Commanders
If Bellamy and Clarke become a thing in season 5 the only reason I’ll be happy is because Bellamy is happy and he deserves that, NOT because I ship Bellarke...........
Did anyone cry the most compared to other characters when Jasper died because he killed himself and no one should ever have to feel that way about themselves?
I bet you when Lexa kneels to propose, Clarke thinks she’s joking, rolls her eyes and walks off. Then Lexa would kind of look down all sad without saying anything and think ‘shit she doesn’t wanna marry me’, but then Clarke realises she was being serious and she turns around, and Lexa looks back up all hopeful, and Clarke runs to Lexa, and they both fall on the ground giggling in each other’s arms while Clarke plants little kisses on Lexa’s face
You’re Bellamy imagines are amazing and you should definitely write more! You’re writing it perfect
I love you anon!!
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