Bellamy: why is she even talking to him? Why is he even trying with her? She has a boyfriend, me. I swear if he doesn't stop talking to her I will start going all out grounder style on his ass. Seriously he needs to leav- oh no. Was that a wink? Was that a fücking wink?!?! That's it! I'm ending this.
Finn: stop. Just stop it. I'm going crazy, this little shit needs to get away from my woman. Stop looking at her. Stop talking to her. Stop breathing near her. Stop. I'm gonna punch this díck in the face.
Jasper: what is he doing? Can he please leave? I really don't appreciate him flirting with my girlfriend. Y/N's mine and only mine. He can't just come up in here and stat talking to her. She's MINE. Ugh where's the moonshine?
Monty: I shouldn't worry, I know nobody will try anything with my baby. It's perfectly fine. SHIT!!!!!! He keeps looking at her boobs!! Stop it! Honestly this person has no idea what I can do to ruin their life. Satan Monty is summoned.
Murphy: um no! That is not happening.
I have feeling Murphy wouldn't even think about what to do, he would run up to the guy and give him a cold hard knock to their face.
Lincoln: he doesn't get jealous because people know not to try with you. He would kill them, literally.
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the 100 preferences & imagines - H.Q
Fanfiction" WHATEVER THE HELL WE WANT. " - - - #30 in 'the 100'
