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The 100 Rewatch → 1/30 gifsets

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Untitled Bellamy x Reader

I hope you all enjoy this! It's been a while since I've written fanfic, so bear with me. I'm hoping to make this into a few parts at least, but we will see. It's still untitled because I haven't thought of a title yet. So if you have any suggestions, feel free to let me know.

You were part of the 100 that were sent down to Earth to see if it was survivable. 

You were a quiet person, not one that spoke up often, but you helped anywhere you could. A lot of times, you were helping Clarke with the injured. 

That was how you ended up in the group on Mount Weather. 

You were in the drop ship when the grounders attacked, but you didn’t see Bellamy anywhere in the drop ship. That’s when you heard Clarke yelling, and you realized that Bellamy was outside still. You started screaming, and that’s when someone grabbed you so you didn’t run out of the drop ship. The door started closing and you started sobbing. You fell to your knees, crying out. Then you heard a commotion as someone jumped in before the door finally closed. The next thing you remember is waking up in a white room, with white clothes on and people in hazmat suits walking around. 

They finally let you out of the room and took you to this big dining hall where you found Jasper there. 

“Jasper!” you yell and run to him to hug him. 

“Hey, Y/N!” he hugs you back. “

What is going on? Where are we?” you ask him. 

“Mount Weather!” Jasper says excitedly. Something seemed a little off when he answered you but you couldn’t figure it out. 

“Who else is here? Any of the others?” you ask desperately hoping that Jasper has seen Bellamy. You don’t know how long it’s been or if Bellamy is even alive, but you have hope that he is. 

“Just a few, Miller and Harper.” He says as he grabs a piece of cake and starts eating it. 

“Okay,” you feel defeated. You start looking around at everyone else, not recognizing anyone else. All the sudden you hear a commotion at the front of the room and you look and see Clarke. 

“Y/N! Jasper!” she says excitedly and runs over to you guys. You stand up and hug her. 

“Have you seen Bellamy?” you ask her, your eyes starting to tear up. 

“No, I haven’t, I just got out of my room,” she gives you a sympathetic look. “We will find him, I’m sure he’s alive,” she gives your arm a squeeze. 

“Yeah” you whisper, trying not to let the tears out. 

“This is amazing!” Jasper says as he stuffs his face with more cake. “You want some?” he asks you and Clarke. 

You both shake your head no and give each other a knowing look. Something strange is going on here, but you don’t know what. 

“I’m going to see if I can figure out what’s going on,” Clarke says. “Keep an eye on Jasper.” She adds. 

You nod your head and sit down with Jasper. 

Later that evening you all are in the room together and Clarke finds you. 

“Finally,” you say, “did you figure anything out?” 

“Bellamy is not here, but I have to believe that he is still alive. But there’s something fishy going on here too. I’m working on figuring out what it is.” She says, knowing that you are concerned about finding Bellamy. 

The tears start up again. “I know I should have hope that he’s alive, but he didn’t make it to the drop ship on time. What if he got burned alive by the fire? Or the grounders could have taken him.” You can’t help but let all the bad thoughts in, you can’t lose Bellamy. You lost a lot of people in your life, you can’t lose him too. You won’t survive. 

“Y/N, I know it’s hard, but we have to believe that he’s still alive. He’s smart, he knows what he’s doing out there. He knows how to protect himself. Plus Finn is with him and Finn is smart too. They will both look after each other.” She grabs your hand and squeezes it. 

You take a deep breath, “You’re right, they are smart and can protect themselves, I’m sure they’re fine.” You have to convince yourself that otherwise you will go crazy thinking Bellamy didn’t make it. 

You go lay in your bed then and try not to think about Bellamy and Finn and where they are. You try to get some sleep that night, but you only get about 2 hours because it took you so long to fall asleep and then by the time you did it felt like the lights were coming on shortly after. 

You got up and went to eat breakfast with everyone else when Clarke pulled you aside. “Don’t eat any of the food, I think there’s something in it” she whispers to you. 

“Are you sure?” you ask. 

“Something’s not right and until I can find out I’m not touching that food.” She says. 

A few days later, you can’t find Clarke anywhere. You start freaking out and ask if anyone else has seen Clarke. Monty tells you he was just about to ask you if you had seen her. Jasper thinks she’s fine and isn’t worried about it. He has gotten so distracted since Maya started hanging out with him Finally you and Monty convince Jasper to ask about Clarke and when he does, they tell him that Clarke is in the psych ward. He doesn’t seem worried at all, but you and Monty know that something is up. 

You can’t help but worry about Bellamy and now Clarke too. You don’t know what is going to happen to any of you. 

To be continued…..

[kreads95]

Not me sobbing at the end

Hi ml! Can you please write a dad!bellamy x mom!reader fic? Maybe like their child (preferably a girl) is acting up like how he would handle it? And just him as a girl dad in general?

AHHHHHH ILY ILY ILY ILY ILY ILY ILY OMG

you have sent me into a world of giggling and kicking my feet cause he is such a girl dad like🧎‍♀️

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The Day She Was Born

The first time Bellamy holds her, he forgets how to breathe. She’s so small, barely the length of his forearm, and yet he’s never felt more protective over anything in his life.

He doesn’t speak for a long time, just stares at her, completely still—like if he moves too fast, she’ll disappear.

“She’s got your eyes,” he says quietly, tears slipping down his cheeks before he even notices them.

From that moment on, it’s over for him.

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When She’s a Toddler

She’s a tiny hurricane with wild curls and a fierce little temper—his exact personality, just in miniature.

She throws fits over things like the color of her cup or the way her sock feels “wrong.” And Bellamy? He tries to be firm. Really, he does. But then she furrows her little brows and crosses her arms and says “No, Daddy,” with that same exact look he gives people when he’s mad, and he almost laughs.

One morning she refuses to get dressed unless she can wear a tutu and her rain boots. Bellamy sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, and mutters, You’re lucky you’re cute,” he says, as he helps her put on her boots anyways.

“She’s going to walk all over you,” you tell him.

“She already does,” he says, without hesitation.

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When She’s Acting Up

She has one of her worst tantrums the day he tells her she can’t go with him to the gate. She screams, kicks at the ground, throws her toy—eyes wild and angry.

Bellamy doesn’t yell. He doesn’t scold. He kneels down in front of her and just… waits.

When she finally burns herself out, sitting in the dirt with her fists clenched, he reaches out and wipes her tear-streaked cheeks.

“Are you done?” he asks gently. She nods, sniffling.

“I know you’re mad,” he says, voice soft but steady. “But I’m not letting anything happen to you. That means sometimes I have to say no, even if you hate me for it.”

And then he pulls her into his arms and lets her cry it out, rubbing her back until her tiny fingers clutch at his shirt and she finally melts into him again.

She always calms down faster with him. Always.

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Bellamy As a Girl Dad – Little Moments

• He lets her braid his hair. Every. Single. Time. Even if she’s terrible at it. He wears her glittery hair ties into meetings like they’re war medals.

• She sleeps best in his arms. He has no idea why, but the second she curls up on his chest, she’s out. And he doesn’t dare move a muscle—even if his arm goes numb.

• One night, you find her asleep in your bed, curled up between the two of you, and Bellamy has his hand resting protectively on her back. He doesn’t even remember doing it.

• She’s the only person who can talk back to him and get away with it besides his beautiful divine gorgeous angelic sacred wife. She’ll sass him, throw his words back in his face, and he just blinks at her like, “Okay… that was clever. I’m not even mad.”

• He teaches her how to throw a punch—but only after she’s been pushed around by some bratty kid. “Only when you have to,” he warns. But the proud look on his face when she nails the form? Priceless.

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When She’s a Teenager

Bellamy lives in a constant state of worry and emotional whiplash.

One minute she’s hugging him, the next she’s slamming her bedroom door and calling him “unfair.”

“She’s me,” he says flatly one night, rubbing a hand down his face. “She’s literally me. We’re doomed.”

But when things get quiet, when life hits her too hard, she still finds him. She always does. She curls up on the couch beside him and rests her head on his shoulder like she’s five years old again.

And Bellamy never says no. Never.

He just wraps an arm around her and presses a kiss to the top of her head like it’s second nature.

“Always here, baby girl,” he whispers.

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Years Later

She’s grown now, out in the world, and Bellamy still catches himself watching the door like she’s about to come barreling in, covered in mud and demanding a snack.

When she visits, she still hugs him first. She still lays her head on his shoulder.

And one night, when you’re watching them laugh over dinner, she reaches for his hand and says quietly, “You were always the safest place, Dad.”

Bellamy doesn’t say anything. He just holds her hand tighter, with a smile on his face.

[kreads95]

Y'all... I'm rewatching The 100 and my obsession with Bellamy Blake has come back in full force