#promisestm

[rippaers]

✧ LES-BE-FRANDS !!

send a symbol for how you feel / accepting. ✧ I wish you would notice me 

I do notice you, princess dumbass ! and don’t forget it cause you’re stuck with me now…

[skyedaisy]

She hears the front door close, but she doesn't move. She's been staring at it for the last half hour, wondering if she's dreaming. Or imagining things. But no, those two blue lines are as clear as anything. She doesn't know what to feel; excited? Nervous? Terrified out of her mind? All of those and more. Every single one. But what she needed right now was to see his face. His reaction. That would determine which emotion wins out.

So Echo stands, grabs the test, and opens the door to the bathroom before walking out. "Bellamy," she begins, keeping as voice as even as possible, "we need to talk."

starter for @promisestm !

[destroysworldsaa]

           beady eyes watch the edge of the woods,    towards the large house.   if her pack knew she was here again,    watching them    . . .   no,   him  ,    they wouldn’t hesitate to rip her apart.    but there was something so   intriguing    about him.  he was different,   unlike the female.    white fur blows in the soft wind as the snow falls upon the ground around her.   these conditions were putting her in more and more danger,   and yet,    she couldn’t find it in herself to move away.   instead,   paws pad forward ever so slightly,   watching the front door open and close,   watch the head of dark hair as he made his way down the driveway.   the alpha couldn’t help but keep her eyes on him,   even when she was sure their eyes met.   yet when they do,   she’s moving backwards in shock,   prints clear in the snow as she breaks out into a small sprint.    /    @promisestm​

[shebore-a]

“We’re married.”

A SMILE EASES ITS WAY INTO CLARKE’S LIPS when she feels lips peppering kisses all over her bare back. she chuckles but keeps her eyes closed, enjoying how the lips feel against her smooth skin. looks like she had finally managed to find a one-night stand who was sweet enough to kiss her awake instead of sneaking out while she was still asleep—— hold on a second. clarke hadn’t gone out to a bar, nightclub or anywhere where she’d be able to find someone to hook up with. in fact, she’d turned down raven’s invitation to go to a new pub and lounged in her couch, watching grey’s anatomy for the third time with a carton of cookie dough ice cream on her lap. the second flashes of the previous night come into clarke’s mind ( she had watched the episode where o’malley dies and she sobbed the entire time despite having watched it twice before ), she freezes. then she rolls to her left and nearly falls of the bed. ❝ what the—— ❞ the rest - and most important part - of the sentence never makes it out of the blonde’s lips because she’s suddenly staring at the dark-haired male in utter shock. no, no, no. this is not happening. ❝ bellamy?! ❞ she shrieks, sinking into the mattress while bringing the sheet that was covering her up to her shoulders. ❝ what the hell are you—— did we have sex?! ❞ clarke asks bluntly, gaze drifting to his exposed chest before she snapped out of it, shook her head and looked up at his face. did she screw this up big time? did he hate her? before clarke can dwell any further, bellamy is speaking and his words do absolutely nothing to calm her down.

‘yeah, princess. that’s one of the things married people do.’

❝ sorry, what did you just say? ❞ a nervous laugh escapes clarke’s lips, but it dies when she notices that bellamy isn’t laughing. 'we’re married’, he says instead. and clarke can only stare at him with wide eyes and a slacked jaw. shit. shit. shit. shit. ❝ you’re kidding. ❞ she says despite knowing he isn’t. he has his serious face on; crossed arms, furrowed brows and all. there is no way he’s messing with her. taking an extra deep breath, clarke takes her hands to her face and begins massaging her temple. then she freezes again. all because she feels something cool brush against her cheek. slowly, she pulls her hand away to inspect it and her heart sinks. there are two rings on her finger. one is a solitaire ring with an oval diamond in the middle, but gorgeous anyway. the other is a simple golden band. a wedding band. ❝ oh, shit. ❞ she curses under her breath, eyes still glued on the diamond that sparkled under the sunlight that seeped into the room. she is so screwed.

send “we’re married.” for my muse to wake up in a future or alternate reality where our muses are married.accepting. ♔ @promisestm

[astralgeniusarchived]

i’m always here if you need me.

post-trauma starters.  /  currently accepting!  /   @promisestm

            it’s a hard concept for raven to grasp.  a constant in her life,  whether it be a person or otherwise,  was not something she was familiar with but she believes him.  she glances up at him,  her expression soft as her dark eyes scan over his face.  deep down she’ll always struggle with trust,  she had never been taught that there were people out there capable of such a feat,  but she’s trying.  she’d always try for him.

“  i know.  ”  she replies quietly,  bottom lip drawn inward for a moment before she releases it with a nervous laugh        anything to slice through the tension.  “  i don’t know why you would be but…  ”  her voice trails off and she smiles ever so slightly.  “  it means more than you know.  ”

[wearycrown]

"I saw the test in the trash"

                @promisestm / meme.

               "oh."

               oh? that's not a response, clarke. teeth trap her lower lip, biting down until the pain is too much and she forces a sigh out. she had been planning to tell him, she really had, but... she shifts slightly on the chair, finally hitting pause on the show that she had been watching. she'd have to restart the episode later, because she didn't have a damn clue what had happened since his words registered. clearing her throat, clarke finally glances up at bellamy, offering a tight lipped smile.

               "it was negative."

               just because he had seen the test didn't mean he had taken a closer look to see the results. hand lifts to push hair back behind her ear, gaze dropping to her lap as the emotions she had been pushing away came swirling back into focus. although fear had been one of the top contenders for how she felt when she thought she was pregnant, clarke also couldn't ignore the utter disappointment when the test read negative.

               "i was going to tell you about it."

[sheborea]

‘Whoops!’

send 🚿 or ‘whoops!’ to walk in on clarke in the shower // @promisestm // not accepting.

clarke likes to shower with music on. she likes to sing along to every song she knows and somedays she’ll even risk some dance moves while scrubbing her arms. today is no different. she’s singing a bit too loud but isn’t bothered in the slightest. the music is drowning out her voice so it’s not like the neighbors will hear her. her hips are swaying in the beat of the song and her eyes are closed as she sings enthusiastically. it’s only when there’s a break in the singing that clarke hears laughter coming from behind her. she whirls around, almost losing her footing in the process, and is met with a smiling bellamy. “ bellamy, what the hell! ” clarke all but shrieks, letting out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “ i almost had a heart attack! ” 

[sheborea]

[text]: I need all the beers. I want to be holding on to the grass so I don't fall off the earth drunk.

texts from last night / @promisestm / accepting.

(   𝚜𝚖𝚜   »   🔔 𝚊𝚖𝚢   )   :   why the hell would you /want/ to be that drunk?(   𝚜𝚖𝚜   »   🔔 𝚊𝚖𝚢   )   :   are you okay? did something happen?