#the100

summary. Bellamy doesn’t know how to act when he’s in love.

⭑.ᐟfirst time writing in weeks hopefully this isn’t too bad! This is only a little something I just wrote, I’m not fully back yet <3

word count. 1,065

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Bellamy knows he’s screwed the moment his eyes meet yours when you walk into the room.

The way your hair moves perfectly with the rhythm of your feet walking, the way your hips sway, only waiting for his hands to fit there.

He laughs at himself sometimes because he’s ridiculous. He’s like a high school boy. His stomach feels weird, like butterflies dancing. He feels high everytime he sees you, or hears your laugh like it’s the only thing that makes him forget where he stands in this world. Or what’s left of it.

The room suddenly stops spinning. Instead it’s quiet, it doesn’t move, it’s still. It’s still because he’s only seeing you. He sees your lips move, he’s almost sure he can feel the beats of your laugh growing from the floor onto his feet, to his heart. Like yours is his.

Frankly, he misses it. He can still hear it, he can still see you, but you’ve been distant and that kills him.

Your eyes meet his again, in avoidance. It’s like you wish he hadn’t caught you.

A small smirk dances on his lips when you look away. Maybe he’s not crazy. Maybe you’re avoiding him because perhaps you feel the tension, and you don’t want to feel it.

Maybe you’re scared.

God knows he is.

He’s terrified.

Bellamy doesn’t do terrified. He doesn’t do scared. But he also doesn’t do girlfriends.

He does one night stands.

Threesomes.

He fantasizes and acts on it when it’s right.

This feels right.

And yet he still doesn’t act on it.

To him? He’s a damn coward.

To you? Every second away from him eats at you. It makes you feel less alive. To you, stolen glances across the room aren’t enough.

You need him.

Maybe you’re a coward too.

But not tonight.

Tonight, when you look at him for the thousandth time, you see him sipping on his drink like he’s been waiting for you to make your way to him the whole night. His smirk is still there, small, like it’s only for you to notice.

The music isn’t loud. It’s right where it needs to be. The sound pumps still in your veins. The moonshine running there like it’s second nature. Your heart beats fast, but your legs move even faster.

There’s no dress. There’s no sexy attire, there’s just you.

And him waiting by the bar.

Bellamy feels it all of a sudden. He starts to sweat, his heart beats even faster than yours- but he doesn’t let that stop him. Instead he takes another sip to give him some more confidence , and meets you halfway across the room.

You don’t speak for a minute. It’s pure tension, just starring at each other wondering who’s going to be the first one to talk, to kiss, to dare making a move.

Then, as if the gods are laughing at you, the music’s not so fast anymore. It’s slow.

People around you gather with their lovers to dance.

Neither of you talk. Instead, Bellamy offers you his hand as to ask you to dance because frankly, he’s scared that if he talks, he’ll break and confess his love right then and there.

A small smile sits on your lips, the butterflies in your stomach are constant, like it’s never going to stop. Like they’ll just stay there comfortably forever.

It’s quick. Your hands around his neck, touching his hair. His hands locking perfectly around your waist, like pieces of a puzzle fitting into eternity.

‘I’m sorry.’ You’re the first one to speak. He wants to avoid your gaze, but he can’t- so he answers, hoping his voice doesn’t betray him.

‘For what?’ He clears his throat.

‘I’ve been avoiding you.’ Bellamy’s eyes almost go wide. Maybe because he knows what this is leading to.

You focus on him, trying to forget about the possibility of all of this going wrong.

You just can’t hold it in anymore.

It has to come out- even if you make a fool out of yourself.

‘We’re not stupid people, right?’ You ask, biting your lip.

Bellamy doesn’t answer, but he tilts his head, confused.

‘I mean, are we? I just- I wanna know that I’m not crazy, bell.’

He understands immediately what you’re saying.

He swallows, his throat is dry. He was scared a second ago, but now? He knows exactly what’s about to happen.

His heart skips a beat, and his smile grows.

‘You’re not crazy.’ He doesn’t need to say anything else, you let out a breath of relief.

‘Thank god.’ You whisper under your breath, your head going to rest on his chest.

When you look back up, Bellamy seems stuck. He’s still smiling, but you can tell he’s thinking hard.

‘What’s on your mind?’ Your right hand moves to his cheek as he leans into it.

‘Do you really wanna do this?’ He asks.

Both of you know you don’t have to specify. This conversation is only for you to understand.

And you do.

You understand every word.

You don’t think.

Thinking is overrated.

Instead, you pull Bellamy towards you, and crash your lips onto his. Your feet almost lifted off the ground.

It’s slow at first, because he doesn’t know what’s happening.

He’s been dreaming of that for ages.

Your lips move in perfect synch, his hands sink into your hips. They bruise, they ink into it.

The pace fastens before you remember there’s people all around. Your friends are standing not far, most certainly watching the whole thing only wishing they had pop corn.

You pull away, your feet going back on the floor to ground you.

Your breaths are uneven.

‘How’s that for an answer?’ You let out a small giggly breath.

Bellamy laughs wholeheartedly.

‘It’s pretty good.’ He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

All while mocking him, you slap his torso as he winces.

‘What? You need a second round?’ You ask jokingly.

‘I might.’ Bellamy’s smile is still wide, and instead of waiting again, he pulls you in first this time.

It’s hungry, like he’s been starving for years even though he just kissed you a minute ago.

His fingernails dig deep, your hands tangle in his hair.

You don’t know what’ll happen after this.

But as you kiss in the middle of a crowded room feeling like it’s just you two against the world, you don’t really care.

You only care about him.

And that’s enough for now.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

We take Richard Harmon and we put him.

Alien x Reader (or is it technically reader who’s the alien?)

One hundred delinquents. Survival seems almost impossible. But not all of them were sent for the same reasons.

Sentenced to set foot on a planet ravaged by radiation, Hannah knows the real threat isn’t always what lies outside. The fight for power, desperation, and the buried secrets among them threaten to tear them apart. And in the middle of the chaos, Bellamy Blake emerges as her greatest obstacle... and her only weakness.

What begins as a forced alliance slowly turns into a connection neither of them expected.

Chapter 1: 100. Miller, Hannah

Chapter 2: 00:00:00

Chapter 3: First breath

Chapter 4: Made to suffer

Chapter 5: What lies ahead

Chapter 6: Earth Kills

Chapter 7: Murphy´s law

Chapter 8: Leadership

Chapter 9: Static

Chapter 10: Born for this

Chapter 11: Don´t look back

Chapter 12: Stay strong

Chapter 13: A world worth fighting for

Chapter 14: Together

Chapter 15: Unity day

Author´s note:

Thank you so much for giving yourself the chance to read this far! I usually have a hard time finding The 100 fanfics that truly catch my attention, which is why I decided to write my own. But I wanted to clarify a few things:

I don’t use “Y/N” because I find it a bit uncomfortable when writing. I always choose a specific name or description for my characters, but you’re totally free to imagine a different name or physical appearance if you prefer.

I want this to be a slow burn story, so it’ll take several chapters before the plot moves toward Bellamy Blake.

I’m not a fan of stories that just copy the original script and only add one or two lines for the main character. I find that boring and repetitive. That’s why I’m trying not to write the chapters exactly the same as in the show and instead create entirely new moments. However, due to the nature of the plot, there will be some parts I just can’t avoid.

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Clarke slips past the crack in the door, light on her feet. Far different than when she first arrived on the ground; stomping through the forest with Anya dragging her behind. She has learned so much in her short time with Lexa. She slows, the sweaty form of her lover laying on the bed breaks her from her thoughts.

One of the many things Clarke has learned since arriving in Polis was that Lexa is stubborn. She clicks her tongue, and rolls her eyes. Clarke told her time and time again to slow down, to breathe, but Lexa never listens. She warned her that she would make herself ill one of these days. Never taking a breath of her own. And now look at her…

Clarke walks towards the curtains and pulls them shut, plunging the room into darkness. Only candle light remains dancing across the walls. She crawls into bed, the furs soft against her skin. She curls herself around Lexa, her skin warm against her lips, her hair damp where it clings to her temple, and says, “I told you this would happen.”

Lexa nuzzles in closer and mumbles against Clarke's chest, “Don’t say it.”

“Then let me take care of you.” Clarke says, tucking a stray hair behind Lexa's ear. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips.

“…my head.” Lexa says, with a groan.

“I know, now rest.”

Lexa sighs, sinking further into Clarke's open arms, finally letting herself rest.

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