Oh my god, so my building looks over the roof of the adjacent building and I saw these two guys up there sliding around in the snow and then I see they’re drawing a giant heart and that is honestly the cutest thing ever
the thing is that i am a SUCKER for the broody half of a ship who was hurt and doesn’t want to open their heart, and has a hard exterior and does NOT want to fall in love and then DOES. and between TWO LADIES WHO ARE LEADERS like wowoowowowowowow thats amazing. and so in any other situation i would be c.lexa TRASH GARBAGE SHIT
but the thing is that i just feel that for clarke i just think bellamy is so good for her and she’s so good for him and that they are just what the other needs.
send me ✗ for my muse to fall on yours and land on top of them
It was the only warning he was capable of getting out before he collided head on with the supposed stranger. With a strangle cry that only Momo could emit, the two of them went down and rather hard at that. Momo was sure that his brain would have bounced around in his head if it hadn’t been secured by…whatever it was that prevented brains from bouncing around whenever their bodies decided to have a nice fall.
He was expecting to meet the hard ground so imagine his surprise when the landing wasn’t quite as hard as he expected though he was sure that it was still painful. The person below him wasn’t exactly soft, per se. Hard angles dug into his skin and Momo couldn’t help the low whine of pain that left him nor the tears that stung in his eyes though luckily they didn’t fall.
“Sorry, sorry! Man, I was going way too fast…geez. I’m…!”
Any further that apologies that Momo had died right in his throat when he realized who exactly it was that he was using as a landing pad. It was none other than Iwatobi’s beloved Haru. Another strangled cry left Momo as he sprung to his feet, face burning a terrible shade of red.
“N-Nanase-san! I didn’t see it was you, ha ha—-I guess that’s obvious but um—-argh, are you okay? I didn’t hit you too hard, did I? I’m so sorry, Nanase-san!”
If he wasn’t so frazzled maybe he would have had been smart enough to help the poor girl off the floor and offer a hand.
send ☁ and my muse will admit a dirty thought they’ve had about yours
“Small waist, wide hips — you can go deep with a figure like that, y’know? Maybe we can just pretend for an evening. We’ll meet up as usual, drown a bottle of wine or two accompanied by some flirtatious remarks and light brushes of the skin. You’ll turn your head and our lips will touch, then the bottles will fall to the floor. I’ll have you laid out on the dining room table, hard wood against your back and front, my body hovering over you with your legs wrapped around me, then our glossy eyes will meet and we’ll be gone. Just for an evening, of course.”
send ♬ and I’ll tell you what song reminds my muse of yours.
Like Sugar - Matchbox Twenty I’m walking behind you Calling the way you Give away all your secrets You’re taking the high road And picking your battles Just like the day I found you