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Summary: Bellamy and Y/N are friends with benefits. They have been for a while, but they both have feelings for each other that haven’t been exposed yet. Outside of Bellamy’s tent, the rest of the delinquents get suspicious, but still don’t know what Y/N and Bellamy are. Neither do they.

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Word Count: 1422

A/N: Sorry i’ve been MIA for a while. A writer has to fangirl too!

*Third Person*

“Fuck you’re stunning.” Bellamy sucked at Y/N’s neck and marked her with a very large, clearly visible hickey. His lips trailed over her stomach and down to her thighs. He licked a stripe over the fabric of her panties and she moaned his name, loudly.

“Keep it down my beautiful girl.” She did as Bellamy told her to and bit the inside of her cheek.

Bellamy slipped his hands into the hemline of Y/N’s panties and slowly pulled them off her body. The girl was anxious, eager to explore Bellamy Blake’s body with her hands. She has before, a bunch of times in fact. Every time they have sex, something new is introduced, explored. Each time feels like the first. 

“You’re already soaked, babe. All ready for me.” Bellamy’s hand immediately flew to her clit and started to slowly rub. Y/N moaned and pushed her head back further into her pillow. She had thought about this all day, and Bellamy sensed it.

“You’ve been thinking about this, about me fucking you all day, huh?” Y/N nodded. She propped herself up on her elbows as Bell groaned when her hand flew to palm his crotch. She could feel his pants tightening and she suppressed her moans as Bell kept generously rubbing her bundle of nerves.

“Please Bell. I need this.” Y/N practically sobbed and begged Bellamy to give her what she had wanted. Before she could get any more words out, Bellamy forcefully thrusted in to her surprise. He drew out and back in at a growing pace. The speed picked up and Y/N was a writhing mess underneath him.

“Bell. I-I’m gonna cum.” Her breaths became short and more erratic. 

“Let go for me, princess. Come on.” Y/N finally let go and Bellamy pulled out. He released over her stomach and flopped down next to the panting girl. They were both breathing heavily for about 5 minutes. Y/N turned to face Bellamy and propped herself up on her elbows. She stared into Bell’s dark eyes.   She secretly admired every characteristic. They way his freckles were peppered across his face, the adorable scar above his upper lip.

Y/N knew she had to leave before she confessed her feelings. It would either change her life for the better, or the worst. Expressing how she felt would possibly destroy her relationship with Bellamy and that’s the last thing Y/N wanted. Long story short, she collected her clothes from the ground and started to get dressed. Before Bellamy could process what she was doing, his tent was hollow. He was confused as to why Y/N left so soon. He would ask her in the morning. All Bell could comprehend at the moment was his exhaustion.

*Y/N’s POV*

While last night was certainly one to remember, I couldn’t stay any longer or i’d give up everything I had to Bellamy. He couldn’t know about my feelings for him or i’d risk losing what we had already. 

It was early the next morning, only Raven, Clarke, and Octavia were up at this hour. They were most definitely together talking somewhere, for this was all the free time they’d get during their time on the ground. I thought some company would clear my mind of the thoughts of loneliness I was feeling lately. 

Sure enough, I had found them on the top level of the drop ship, talking away about memories on the Ark. I climbed up the ladder and opened the hatch. They all looked in my direction and greeted me warmly. Octavia moved over so I could grab a spot to sit down next to her. She offered me some water and berries, which I gratefully accepted. 

Thankfully, nobody had asked me about my encounter with Bellamy. I had only listened in to their conversation and made some short comments here and there. About an hour later, everyone started to file out of the drop ship and get started on the days work. I was the last one to climb down to the lower level. Just as I was turning to walk out, Clarke stopped me. She gripped my wrist and tugged back softly to let me know she wanted to talk. 

“Is everything alright between you and Bellamy?” I nodded and furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. She continued, “A couple of the delinquents noticed you coming out of his tent every so often, and-”

“Everything is fine, Clarke.” With that said, I walked out of the drop ship and started walking to my watch post.

*Bellamy’s POV*

I was confused as to why Y/N left my tent so fast the other night. I still hadn’t worked up the courage to ask her about it. If I showed that I cared, she may think I wanted more than what we had, which might’ve scared her away. I’m not sure of what we are anyway. I don’t think she knows either.

As I woke up the next day, I stretched, put on some clothes, and walked out of my tent. Nearly half the camp was already up and working. I quietly searched for Y/N, but I didn’t spot her. She might’ve been in the drop ship with Clarke. That’s where I go to first. 

Once I reach the ramp leading to the drop ship, I look around to notice eyes observing me closely. Some delinquents seem like they’re silently judging me. I stare daggers into a couple of their gazes and they look away. When I approach Clarke in med bay, she waves me over to where she’s standing. I walk over to her as she finishes bandaging up a kid who scraped his arm while lifting a log the wrong way. As he leaves, I begin to speak when Clarke raises a hand telling me to stop.

“Something is going on between you and Y/N. You think I don’t know you have feelings for her? It’s obvious. The way you look at her, how overprotective you get when she tries to leave with the hunting groups.” Once I was sure she was done, I told her everything. How I felt about Y/N, how I didn’t know what to do next.

“I don’t know what we are. I’m pretty sure she thinks we’re friends with benefits right now. I don’t want to scare her by telling her how I truly feel. What we have is good right now, and even the slightest thing may destroy our relationship or whatever you want to call it.” Clarke nodded in agreement.

“Just tell her how you feel, Bellamy. I’m sure she feels the same way about you.” My eyes widened at that statement, and hope flooded my mind. If only Y/N felt the same way, everything would be fine. More than fine. Everything would be perfect. She’s perfect.

*Third Person*

Later that day, Bellamy approached Y/N at her watch post. He gained some more confidence after Clarke told him that a relationship could be a possibility between the two of them. Y/N looked tired and stressed. If this were any other day, Bellamy would suggest relieving some of that tension, but now was not the time. 

“Y/N?” She turned to come face-to-face with Bellamy, a weak smile tugging at her lips. “How are you doing?”

“I’m okay. Just a little tired. Haven’t had a break in hours.” Y/N turned her head back around to stare at the darkness that seemed to consume her and her thoughts most nights. 

“I wanted to talk with you before you went to bed if that’s okay.” Bellamy seemed a little reluctant to tell Y/N about how he felt, but he was already in too deep to turn back now.

“Sure Bell. Tell me anything.” Bell walked up to her side and she faced him, eyes wide.

“I don’t know what we are and I don’t think you know either. All I do know is that I can’t and won’t survive without you. You’re everything to me and I can’t sleep at night with you thinking I don’t care about you, because I do. This may ruin everything we have, but I think i’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” By now, Y/N was standing beside Bellamy in complete shock. Never in one million years would she have thought that the infamous Bellamy Blake would be into her.

Requested

Summary: Working with Richard Harmon was great, but being John Murphy’s love interest wasn’t all that fun. Bob Morley did get a little jealous of the intimate moments on screen that you shared with Richard and eventually worked up the confidence to ask you out before Harmon did.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1132

A/N: I had a ton of fun writing this! Looking for a mini series to write so request some ideas. I won’t write one unless I get more than 3 requests to do a series.

“Murphy! I love you too much to let you go without me!” You lightly shoved Richard and he took a step back. He leaned in and kissed you. A tear streamed down your face.

“I have to go. I will be back for you later. Be safe Y/C/N.” Richard picked up the backpack on the ground and left. The scene cut out and you wiped your eyes. The cast and everyone on set whooped and gave you a thumbs up. Your acting has greatly improved since your character was cast back in season 2 as a grounder. You played John Murphy’s love interest and your coworkers would tease you about it every chance they got. Soon, you learned to play it off and block it out. Richard Harmon was a great guy. Yeah sure, maybe his character wasn’t your favorite, but this was a huge opportunity and you wouldn’t pass it up based on your personal opinion.

You patted Richard on the shoulder and told him he did a great job. Someone walked up behind you and nudged your arm. You turned around to see a smiling Bob Morley. He held out a bottle of water and handed it to you. “Thought you might want to remove the taste of Richard.” Bob lightly chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck in an awkward manner as he stared at the ground.

“100% accurate. Thanks Bobby.” He looked back up at you and met your eyes. You could tell he was a bit relieved at your comment. Richard glanced at you from the other side of set. He smiled and you returned it. You missed the way Bob gave him an angry look behind your back.

“Want to go out tonight? We could get something to eat and watch a movie.” You turned around to meet Bobby’s eyes. He looked a little desperate, almost needing you to go with him or he wouldn’t survive.

“Okay. Come by my trailer at 5. Don’t tell me where we’re going. I like to be surprised.” He nodded and you walked away, taking another sip from your water. You couldn’t wait for tonight.

“Y/N?” Bob knocked at your trailer door a couple times and waited for you to answer. You set down your phone and opened the door. He was blown away. It seemed as if the air from door opening made your hair wave. You took note of the way Bob looked at you in awe. His bottom lip detached from his top and his jaw dropped so far to the floor you had to lift his chin up.

“Do I really look that bad?” You were wearing green jeans that were ripped with beige heels and a tucked white shirt that showed off your collar bones. You rolled your eyes and pulled him into your trailer. His eyes never left yours as he went up the steps.

“You look…. gorgeous.” Bob stared at you a little longer than he should have and back away to sit on your bed that wasn’t far from the kitchen.

“Thank you. If I might add, you look pretty handsome yourself.” He blushed and    his cheeks went red as you analyzed his outfit. Bob was wearing a tight long sleeve gray shirt with some jeans, his glasses, and an expensive watch.

“Shall we get going?” He stood up and raised his hand for you to take.

“Absolutely.” You took his hand and walked out of your trailer. Bobby walked you to his car and opened the door for you. A deep shade of red flushed to your cheeks. This has never happened to you before. Sure, an occasional blush or two but nothing like this. You shook your head and buckled your seatbelt.

“Ready?” Bob got in the car on the driver’s side and asked you nervously.

“Let’s go.” You gave him a light smile, ready for your night to unravel.

The restaurant Bob took you to was something casual downtown. You two talked for a couple hours, deeply interested in the other’s life. Bobby learned a lot about you and you learned a ton about him too. You never found yourself this interested in someone else’s life before. The feeling was almost foreign to you. Your date learned about your family and how you became an actress at 13 years old. Bob told you about the other shows and movies he’s worked on, yet The 100 was his favorite. Mainly because you were there with him. Eventually, the check came and he paid. You insisted that the next time it would be on you and his face lit up at your mention of a ‘next time’. Bob ushered you to his car and drove you back to your trailer. You also were uninformed of the movie you two would watch. Once reaching your trailer, you brought him up the stairs and took your heels off. You got undressed into your bra and underwear to change into a lounge shirt and some sweatpants. Bob tried to hide the fact that he was staring again. It didn’t bother you, for you were extremely confident about your body and your appearance. When you caught him looking at you getting changed, you smiled and he rubbed his neck again. It was something he did when he was nervous. You loved it and you thought it was adorable. “You ready?” You asked him as he sat down on your bed.

“Yep.” Is all he replied with. You jumped onto your bed and wrapped your arms around him. Bob put a hand under your figure and wrapped his arm around your waist. He picked up the television remote and turned on the movie. It was a romantic comedy you didn’t know the name of. You laughed every five minutes and you missed the way Bobby looked at you. He loved your laugh and your smile. It made him happy. You made him happy. The only dilemma was, you were completely oblivious to how much he loved you.

The movie finished and you were soon fast asleep. Bob turned off the light and pulled the covers up without letting go of you. He set the remote down on the end table and shut off the television as he slowly fell asleep with you in his arms.