#'bellamy ; threads.'

[gccdgraces]

@snnydcys asked: ❛ caught . to get caught with my muse during sex . - bellamy

⸻    bellamy's  moans  were  muffled  into  sonny's  neck,  hands  gripping  to  her  waist  as  his  hips  rocked  roughly  against  her  own.      he  had  been      so      close  to  the  edge.  sonny  having  teased  and  tormented  him  all  damn  day  long  until  he  finally  got  her  alone.  the  two  of  them  immediately  falling  onto  the  bed  the  second  they  got  home  and  bellamy  could  only  care  about  one  thing      -      her.  nothing  else  on  this  planet  existed  and  bellamy  had  really  hoped  that  was  the  true  as  the  door  to  his  bedroom  swung  open.  his  hips  halted  as  the  sound  of  his  sister's  voice  rung  in  his  hears.  she'd  been  half  way  through  telling  bellamy  she  stopped  by  to  grab        .  .  .        and  that  was  the  end  of  her  statement  before  she  screamed  and  rambled  out  apologies  as  the  youngest  dawson  fled  from  the  room,  letting  the  door  close  behind  her.    “fucking  hell,  savannah!”        he  yelled  after  her,  glancing  over  his  shoulder  just  as  his  sister  had  ran.  leave  it  to  savannah  to  be  a  total  cockblock.

[strangeperfectionss]

@babyitsmagic

[text: bellamy] have i ever told you you have THEEEEEE prettiest eyelashes? [text: bellamy] also yes i'm a little (or a lot) tipsy but that's not important here. the eyelashes are.

[kinetic-elaboration]

January 22: Miller/Bellamy, Five

I don't know why I keep gravitating to this universe but here's more of this thing. Not sure what I'm doing with it. It's probably hit the end of the road in terms of ideas but like... we'll see. I love being repetitive.

Miller/Bellamy, S2/S3 hiatus, not-quite-500 words, ~18 minutes

Semi-explicit.

*

Miller's gotten Bellamy off four times and they've never even kissed. It's barely even sex--more like part of his lieutenant's duties or something. Stress relief, or boredom. As long as there's no romance and no intimacy, it's not cheating. He's got a man out there he wants to marry someday.

After the fifth time, Bellamy reciprocates. It's pretty obvious he's never been with another guy before: he's trying to replicate what he likes as if he's looking in a mirror, and the touch of his hand is uncertain, awkward. Still works though. Miller closes his eyes like he's somewhere else and wraps his palm around Bellamy's hand to help him and the worst part is that he can feel Bellamy's breath against his shoulder and hear the little sounds he's making, in that voice he could never mistake for anyone else.

"You don't have to, you know," Miller tells him after. His voice is still sex-rough. He's not got enough air in his lungs. "I mean, it's fine."

"Know it's fine," Bellamy says, which isn't really an answer.

No one told them that after the war would be so boring. No one told him that all the hard labor in the world--building up the camp and securing the perimeter, scavenging food, scouting--won't ever be enough to stop the bad thoughts in his head. He needs to be so fucking tired at the end of the day that he collapses on the mattress and just feels himself ache. And it's not just that Bellamy's there on the other side of that mattress, but that's part of it, and the rest is that he still loves him like a leader, he's still trying to give him loyalty or maybe thanks or maybe peace. The good kind that buzzes out the brain.

Real peace. Not Bellamy pacing at night, peering out between the slats of their window shade, watching and waiting and missing.

This feels more like infidelity than even fucking would: how he wants to call come back to bed, how he's imagining Bellamy with those Dropship girls and then with someone special on the Ark and then with him.

Every time it happens, he needs it more.

The better way of seeing it is that he's not in the aftermath of anything, that life is just like this: sometimes a fight for his survival and sometimes just the bleak ground and dustings of snow and a horizon line he cannot see. He watches the others, recovering, retreating. He tells himself that, personally, he's doing fine.

They've never kissed.

Bellamy asks him if he had someone on the Ark, meaning, someone who was yours, and he almost lets himself get choked up about it--the horizon line he cannot see. But instead he answers, "A boyfriend on Farm," and the words come out so even it was as if he didn't feel at all.

[savingthrcw]

@skaixrebel

It was as if her heart had been bleeding for the entire ride back, after securing their alliance and protection, and soon her body had been bleeding too, from the wounds inflicted by a few Azgeda warriors who hadn't heard of the coalition yet or had pretended so. But Clarke had ignored it, gotten another coat from the Grounders who were guiding her back home, had hidden the signs of being hurt, and had continued to solely focus on what she was supposed to say to Kane and the others about how Arkadia was meant to be from now on and, most importantly, on Bellamy. Bellamy who had come for her, who had nearly gotten killed by Rohan not long ago, Bellamy, for whom she had made a deal with Rohan and yet she had been forced to send home without her when at Polis. Bellamy who must have been waiting for an apology, not knowing how important it was that she had stayed with Lexa; he was probably expecting her to be back sooner than the three days that had passed, but Azgeda had had different ideas. She feared he and the others may have been attacked too on their way back.

So when Clarke went through the gates, allowed to pass, she ignored the infirmary, though sending a message to her mother and Kane through Murphy, who had made it back with her, and had made a beeline for Bellamy after asking for indications. "Bellamy!" she called out when she saw him, and couldn't run like she had done for their first reunion after Mount Weather, but she did feel the same relief at the sight of him, and pushed herself to a brisker walk, breaking into a hopeful smile, getting ready for the hug, "Are you okay? Did you all make it back safely?"

[hauntingblue]

Not me talking again about luffy and christianism (lmao) but bellamy being changed by luffy going to skypiea (heaven) and ringing the bell is just???? What else can it be

[tiredg0ds]

continued from here.

demetri's   words   aren't   kind.      they   lack   malice,   but   they   still   aren't   kind.      tears   burn   at   the   back   of   his   eyes,   which   causes   him   to   blink   rather   furiously   in   an   attempt   to   stop   them   from   falling.         ❝         okay.         ❞         his   voice   trembles   a   bit,   and   he   knows   that   he's   being   pathetic.      demetri   was   only   telling   him   the   truth   -   something   he'd   asked   him   for   repeatedly.      but   still,   sometimes   the   truth   hurts.      this   was   one   of   those   times.         ❝         i'm   sorry   for   acting   otherwise.      i   will   be   more   careful   from   now   on.         ❞   

[forbaesmoved]

sometimes i think abt old crossover ships i had and cry a bit on the inside bc i miss them all

[kxbellem]

❝ candidly, it’s the least appealing thing about you. ❞ says pansy ( @witchbiitches )

“ah, thank you. definitely needed that.” knox smirked looking up at pansy. “pleasure as always parkinson.” she stood and moved her pots of plants to the side. l anything else i can help you with?”

[apcthetics]

*˖ ⊹    for  all  the  panicking  he  did  leading  up  to  this  moment,  following  dixie  through  the  small,  overcrowded  cafe  henry  is  oddly  calm.  the  overthinking  has  settled  and  the  feeling  of  her  slender  fingers  brushing  ever-so-slightly  against  his  arm  does  wonders  for  his  grating,  anxious  nerves.  even  still,  however,  there's  a  little  voice  murmuring  in  the  back  of  his  mind, as irritating as a ticking clock,  reminding  him  that  this  isn't  sustainable.  this  person  that  henry  is  pretending  to  be  ──  the  kind  of  person  who  goes  on  dates  (  plural  ?!  )  with  pretty  women  distractedly  dressed  in  cheerful  yellow,  who  makes  subtle  innuendos  instead  of  searing  insults,  who  purposefully  seeks  out  company  instead  of  simply  suffering  on  his  own  ──  that  isn't  him.  but  it's  nice,  in  a  fucked  up  kind  of  way,  to  feel  like  maybe  he  doesn't  have  to  be  him,  and  instead  he can  play  dress  up  as  a  better,  superior  model  of  himself  (  a  model,  maybe,  who  wouldn't  ice  out  just  about  every  person  in  his  life  because  it's  easier  than  admitting  his  own  vulnerability.  )  so for  now  he  holds  open  the  door  to  the  cafe  to  let  her  step  outside,  free  hand  wrapped  around  the  takeout  mug  of  coffee,  letting  himself  pretend  to  be  someone  he  isn't  for  her  because  it  beats  out  the  crushing  weight  of  loneliness  that  waits  for  him  in  the  quiet  of  his  office  at  home.  "  why  did  you  suggest  coffee  if  you  weren't  going  to  get  coffee  ?  "  the  question,  which  sounds  slightly  accusatory  with  his  naturally  dry  inflection,  comes  from  a  place  of  genuine  confusion.  henry  follows  her  onto  the  street,  lingering  rays  of  golden  summer  sun  filtering  through  the  tall,  expensive  morningside  apartment  buildings  and  his  hand  finds  it's  way  to  his  pocket.  "  me and my  debilitating  caffeine  addiction  thank  you,  but...  ──  we  could  have  done  something  else.  " / DIXIE ( @overwhlcmed )

[shefatalesarch]

HER HEAD TURNED AS SHE LOOKED TOWARDS HIM HAVING HEARD HIM APPROACH. she shook her head as she dropped her gaze and a few bits of hair fell towards her face as she grasped the weapon in front of her and then her attention turned back towards him. “save your breath.” she stated as she turned to him. “i’ve already made up my mind bellamy and i’m not staying here.” she spoke as she started to move, brushing past him and heading forwards quickly.

@patentyd ♥ for a starter from octavia blake for bellamy blake

[gccdgraces-arch]

@snnydcys asked: " LAP. " - bellamy

⸻ "you got this whole thing backwards, i'll have you know. you should be in my spot."

[strangeperfectionss]

@babyitsmagic

“i had a really great time tonight. it was nice, to go out but, uh, do you have time to hang around a bit longer and come inside?” she’s actually nervous for his answer and she almost can’t believe it, but things with bellamy have been a little bit more than the casual, no strings attached agreement they originally made.

[gctchell]

🌺 send this to ten blogs you think are wonderful 🌺

MY BOOP BUDDY 🫂🖤🖤🖤🖤 literally mutual. i've let u know by now but mutual as hell.

[grimcaptain]

Closed Starter for: @bellamychevalier

Even from a very early age, Silas had always found it difficult to understand why so many people feared the dark. He came to understand, over time, that what they truly feared was the unknown; something which he could, at least, understand, for that was a fear that he was not entirely immune to himself. But that fear had never extended to darkness for him, and that was likely because he had always been able to find solace in it. In the orphanage, it had been the dark places that provided him with somewhere to hide from the other children's torment, their fear of them keeping them from seeking him out there. Now, in adulthood, it was places like forest during the midnight hour where he felt most as ease, even despite the very real dangers that it presented, because the darkness was his shield from those things that he truly feared the most: judgement, and rejection.

So as he made his typical late night patrol through the dark woods, the small amount of light there was coming from the few rays of moonlight that could penetrate the canopy above, and the lantern he had fastened to his hip, Silas was relaxed in a way that very few people could have been in such an environment. He was, of course, on alert for any sign of danger, but it was a composed and calm sense of alertness; one that allowed him to react to any sudden change without adrenaline taking the reins prematurely. Even when he heard the sounds of leaves rustling in such a way that indicated human footsteps approaching, he kept his head, though he did let out a low whistle to indicate to Vigilance that he should move from his rear and to by his side, just in case the direwolf's help was needed. When the figure got close enough to crossing into his path for him to see, he was a bit surprised to see that it was, by all appearances, a young woman. "These woods really aren't safe to be travelling in at night. Especially alone." He spoke out, his eyes fixed on the figure, watching them carefully. After all, Silas knew, thanks to years of doing this job, that there was a halfway decent chance that this woman could very well be one of the reasons why the woods weren't safe to be travelling in at night, and he wasn't going to be caught off guard if that turned out to be the case.

[savingthrcw]

@guiltye Clarke x Bellamy starter

Something had drawn the panther's attention, bringing her right into her trap, and Clarke didn't hesitate letting herself drop from the tree and on it; she was still wounded but it was too big of an opportunity to let it pass, both in terms of feeding herself and selling the rest so she could keep on surviving. She attacked the beast ferociously, rolling on the ground with it and managing to cut its throat within seconds. She could feel that her wounds had reopened, but before she could do anything about that she stood up and froze, discovering what had attracted the mutated animal from its hiding spot.

"Bellamy." Breathless, and this time not from a blow, Clarke for a moment forgot everything except for the relief that the sight of him always brought, and instinctively moved in his direction - because it was Bellamy, of course she was going to meet him halfway, of course she was going to smile - and then remembered herself, face falling and taking a hesitant step back. He wasn't meant to be there, he wasn't meant to find her. It was all wrong. She couldn't outrun him now, could she?

[hauntingblue]

'I am here because kind cora-san couldn't pull the trigger that day. I am here just to pull the trigger' damn