as promised anon

anonymous asked:

ok so a few days this really cute person on my bus, they were reading but kept looking up to make eye contact w me (real significant eye contact) and smiling, and they had this super sweet smile! gosh it was exhilarating and real flattering anyway I had to tell someone. but Ive never had a connection w a stranger before and I dunno if I could catch the same bus next week? what if theyre on it what if theyre not what if they are but dont talk to me? what if i dont want to? buhhhh also Im real shy

THAT SOUNDS VERY PROMISING ANON …u should try ur luck and take the same bus again ! and if u really see them again u can probs see on their reaction if its a good idea to talk to them or not~ but if someones looking up from a book to make eye contact w a stranger then thats..idk but that seems like a Very Obviously Positive Sign to me

anonymous asked:

person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (”oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there????”) - BELLARKE OMG

A\N: Well, that was a goddamn satisfactory trailer, so as promised, have some fic y’all!!

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Here is what you have to understand: Clarke did not set out to seduce Bellamy Blake.

If anything, honestly, he started it.

It happens after one too many drinks, the roof of her tongue burning from the acrid taste of tequila and Bellamy’s arm wound in his as they stumble out of the door, cursing the cold and the layer of ice frosted over the sidewalks.

The night is a bust considering they’re going home to Netflix and cold Chinese food; and he’s grousing about the conspicuous lack of kisses he got under the mistletoe this year when the words burst out of her, unwarranted.

“Look, I’ll kiss you if you’re going to make such a big deal out of it.”

That gets him to stop in his tracks, brows rising up to his hairline. “Are you— Wait, you’re volunteering?”

She rolls her eyes at that, has to work to keep her voice nonchalant. “If it gets you to shut up? Then, yeah. Definitely.”

He smirks at that, patting at her shoulder consolingly. “I knew my charm would get to you someday, Griffin. It’s okay. You can admit it, you know.”

Her skin heats at that, despite her best attempt to tamp down the small rush of excitement that bubbles up at the thought of kissing him. It’s not as if kissing her best friend is some sort of secret fantasy she harbours or anything, but Clarke will willingly admit that she has thought about it. More than once, in fact.

It doesn’t work, if the delighted laugh Bellamy gives is any indication. “Holy shit,” he says, whirling onto her. “You’re actually— you’re— you want to kiss me, don’t you?”

“No!” She yelps, mostly out of instinct. “As if, Bellamy Blake.” She blusters, folding her arms across her chest. Then, primly, “I would sooner make out with a sasquatch than you.”

Her heart sinks at the gleam in his eye, the jerk of his chin. She recognizes a challenge when she sees one, and considering who it’s coming from, she knows she’s in it for a long haul.

“Whatever you say.” He says lowly, reaching forward to brush his fingers through her hair, lingering, as she shivers, her eyes fluttering shut automatically. Then, with a distinct note of triumph in his voice, he adds, “You should shake the snow out of your hair, Princess.”

That, as far as she knows, is the beginning of the end.

Keep reading

Enjolras: O-Oh, well there’s quite a few of these, isn’t there…?

R: Shit, I’m sorry, Enj. You don’t have to answer these if you don’t want to.

Enjolras: While I appreciate the thought, Grantaire, I think I’m okay answering this…

R: You sure?

Enjolras: Sure.

Enjolras: Well. I guess, yeah, there’s someone in my life.

R: ..?

Enjolras: Granted, I haven’t said anything, but he can still be special to me, can’t he?

Enjolras: He’s really spectacular, when he tries to be. Hell, even when he isn’t trying to be…does he make mistakes? Sure. But don’t all of us? I certainly do…

Enjolras: Phew. You know, Grantaire, it’s oddly not-terrifying telling the entire internet your secrets. Fun, even.

R: Mm…

*ding*

Enjolras: Oh, more just came in…

Enjolras: Uh…Grantaire and I?

R: …

Enjolras: That’s…um. Ah. C-certainly a thought, isn’t it, R?

R: *sigh*

Enjolras: A-are…you alright..?

R: Peachy.

Enjolras: If something’s…wrong, you can-

Comebeferre [offscreen]: Enjolras! We have to start, come on!

Enjolras: Oh. Coming..!

Enjolras: I-I’ll…see you later, then. After the meeting.

R: Sure.

Enjolras: Would you mind turning off the camera while we’re doing this..?

R: *sigh* no problem…

Enjolras: …thanks…

[ask box is closed for Enjolras]

What do you get when you put two kleptomanics in a room?

Originally posted by stumpsflakes

*gif isn’t mine*

You may have a slight problem. Sometimes you just needed to take something from a store or someone else’s room. You had lived in the mansion for only a few weeks but you had a collection of things you had taken in your room. You always told yourself that you would take them back. Eventually. Maybe.

 It was easy for you given that you could turn invisible whenever you wanted. There was Jubilee’s earrings, Jean’s hairbrush, Kurt’s teacup, a few of Peter’s shirts, and more other little items. You hadn’t dared to take anything from Scott because the only thing he had that you would have wanted was his glasses and you definitely couldn’t take those.

You were a bit older than most of the kids who went to the school, being a mutant was something that you hide from everyone. It scared you how people reacted to mutants so you never told anyone. Then one day you found out about this school that was for mutants so you got in your car and drove all the way there. 

When you had got there Charles was there to welcome you. He was so comforting to you, there just was something that radiated from this strange man in a wheelchair. The second person you had meet at this school was Peter Maximoff. He ran up to you, looked you up and down then ran away again. You were left there blinking and confused. Charles just shook his head, looking just a bit irritated. The silver haired mutant loved to run up to you randomly, and would always try to talk to you, ending up stumbling over his words until he just ran away again.

This afternoon wasn’t any different than the others, you just sat in your room reading a new book when Peter was suddenly in front of you.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” He blurted out.

“What? I don’t know what you are talking about, Peter.”

“You are the one stealing things from people’s rooms.”

“What? No! Of course not! Why would I do that? That’d be weird! I’m not weird, I mean I guess I’m a little weird but I wouldn’t do that,” you stumbled over your words, your face getting red.

“Quit lying, I know you did it, Y/N!”

“Fine! I did it! I took stuff from people’s rooms, I’ve taken stuff from the department stores! What do you want? Your stuff back? Go ahead then, your shirts are in my dresser!”

“Did you wear them?”

“What? Why would I do that?”

“Maybe I want you to wear them.”

That made you stop and stare at him. His face was beet red, shuffling side to side. He was also biting his lower lip making you stare at his mouth for much longer than was necessary until you meet his eyes.

“Y/N, would you—would you want to go out sometime with me? Maybe go get a burger or something?” Peter mumbled, staring hard at the ground.

You felt your mouth drop a little. Then you smiled so big that your cheeks hurt.

“I—I’d love to go out for burgers or something.”

His head snapped up so fast you were surprised he didn’t give himself whiplash. You could see him study your face for any joking or insincerity. When he found none, he smiled showing you for the first time the dimples that were hidden on his face. You wanted so badly to go kiss those dimples but you stayed bolted on your bed. The two of you stared at each other smiling for a couple minutes until Peter blinked, shaking his head as if waking up.

“Okay well, I should go. Is tomorrow okay or what about tonight?”

“Tonight is good, is six good to meet?”

“Yeah, I’ll come to your room at 6. Oh, and Jub really wants her earrings back so if I were you I would slip those back in her room soon.”

“Oh, okay thanks for the heads up, I’ll see you tonight.”

“See you tonight, Y/N.”

After the door shut, you fell onto the bed, hugging yourself tightly thinking about a silver haired boy with beautiful dimples.

I love a lot of people who
can’t love me back; rejection
feels less personal when I
can blame something else for
it. Some people only need to
be hurt once to never get over
it - the truth is I never want
to be not loved again the way
you didn’t love me.
—  Rebeka Anne, from now on I’m in charge of who hurts me