First Girl on the Ground

“Yes, I really think so” he tells her seriously as he pauses beside her. “I’ve seen how he is around you, how much love and affection is sent your way, even when he is angry with you, if he had lost you then he would have gotten himself killed”

She laughs bitterly and catches his hand to hold for a brief second. It isn’t flirtatious, there’s no hidden meaning, she just wants physical contact with the boy bringing her soul comfort. “Aren’t we all gonna get ourselves killed anyway?” she says. “We’ll just go, one by one.”

{text} tehn when are you fucking around with him?

{text} you weren’t paying attention to me :/

Bellamy giggled.  “That tickles.  Come on, O, touch me.”

She giggled too. “I am,” she whined, sliding the palms of her hands up his chest and watching his face.

She smiled a little and nodded, reaching out for it with a shaking hand. “Thanks, Bell,” she breathed happily, blinking hard and kissing his cheek.

//where did literally all our shit go babe? ;-;

//bellamy is always my favorite but lincoln is second favorite ngl. the fandom gives him a lot of hate but i’m just like BAEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

“I want you to,” he said.

She reached out, gently dancing her fingertips up his sides.

{text} You. You know it’s you.

but like what if lincoln & octavia were stuck in MW together, like their cages next to one another. ugh

//CAN I HAVE IT T_T

Bellamy pulled her close and rest his hand at her hip.  The slipped under her shirt and went higher.  “We can touch each other here now.”

Her eyes widened, darkening slightly. “I can touch you like that?”

Of course it was.  It was just like Octavia.  “Once upon a time,” he started.  “There was a poor farmer and his wife…”

She hunkered closer with a content yawn, smiling and watching him. His stories were her favorite thing. They made her little world seem less boring.

//AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH