but also his face is like damnit im in love with this girl

based of the prompt “you’ve rented this movie at least 7 times now, you’re cute but I seriously worry about your taste in films” & also because @cupcakeblake made me write it. she’s the absolute worst (jk she’s not i love her to death)

(it’s also on ao3)

Stop troying with my emotions.

“Look, I know it’s none of my business, but you have rented this movie at least seven times now and I can’t help to think that your taste in movies are absolute shit.”

Excuse me?!” The blonde woman looked seriously offended and Bellamy cringed because this was exactly what he was trying to avoid.

But he also couldn’t help but to die a little bit on the inside whenever she rented Troy, because the movie was so, so bad and so, so inaccurate it pained him every time he either heard of Brad Pitt, Orlando Bloom, or even the name Troy.

And Bellamy Blake was studying to become a history teacher so he saw that name quite often. It was also quite hard to avoid hearing the actors names because it seemed like they were in every movie nowadays.

“Im just saying,” Bellamy continued, “the movie is horribly inaccurate. I can offer you other films if you like the story. Just, please, don’t rent this one again, it seriously hurts my soul to see a cute person like yourself watch a bad movie like this.” He said and held the movie up like he was proving a point.

“Perhaps I like renting it because I think the guys are hot? Or the girls?” The pretty blonde girl responded and gave him a crooked smirk. God she was attractive when she looked like that, and it was seriously bad for him.

Bellamy actually stood there for a good three seconds with his mouth open, not knowing what to respond because that wasn’t really the answer he had expected.

“I-, okay I didn’t think of that, and- and I’m so sorry-“

“Hey I’m just messing with you,” the girl cut him off and laughed at him. How dared she. “If you mess with me, I’m gonna mess with you.”

She stretched up to snatch the movie from his grip and actually took the scanner and blipped it herself. “I’m doing a paper on the movie, and I keep falling asleep while watching it. And it’s actually my fourth time, not seventh, renting it. So stop being a jerk and rent me my damn movie.”

Bellamy couldn’t help but to laugh. “Okay princess, have it your way.”

She paid for the movie and she kept smirking at him. Normally he was used by the fact that girls smirked at him, but it was something about this girls’ smirk that made him nervous.

That wasn’t a ‘smirking at you from across the bar’ smirk, her smirk was more like ‘I’m going to get to know all of your secrets and I’m going to die trying’ smirk. It made him uneasy, in a good way somehow.

He put the movie in a small plastic bag and when he handed it over to her, her fingers accidentally touched his and he felt a chill through his body. Damn this girl.

“Thank you, you judgy, old grumpy man,” she said and he rolled his eyes.

“I’m not old.”

“Perhaps not. But you’re grumpy, and being grumpy comes with the price of being old. So deal with it,” she made a face at him and he rolled his eyes yet again while he was holding back a smile.

She on the other hand looked very proud of her comment while she turned around and headed for the door.

The cute blonde opened it, but stopped midway, turning towards him. “Or you know, perhaps I keep renting it because I get to interact with a really hot guy.”

Bellamy blushed. He actually blushed.

“I’m Clarke by the way,” she said and gave him the biggest and brightest smile ever.

 “Bellamy. Bellamy Blake,” he responded and smiled back at her. Damn she got him good because that smile was the most beautiful smile he had seen in a long time. And he felt like he wanted to do anything to see that smile again.

 “Until next time, Mr Blake. I have a feeling I’m going to rent this movie a couple of more times.”

The cute blonde, or Clarke as her name was, finally waved him goodbye and left. Bellamy was left behind speechless, and he stood behind the counter like a star struck idiot for a few moments before he shook his head in disbelief with a small smile plastered on his lips

Damnit. He was absolute a goner.

He couldn’t wait until she came back and re-rented the damn movie again.

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I’m sorry for the crappy graphic lol I had to study for my exams so i do not have any time to design a graphic OTL. I guess after I post this I’ll come back and edit it and make a better one :)  (also my skills suck this is my first time. I’ll get better I promise!) 

But today, January 11th, marks a special day (at least for me). Today is the exact day that I was first introduced to kpop (specifically, exo)! Pretty important day lol (at least for this blog). And then a few days or week from now marks this blog’s first birthday! Time flies when you’re into kpop. Also, just a week or two ago I hit 500 followers, which I’m extremely grateful for ohmygodddd. 

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Pushing It - PT 3 (Luke Hemmings)

A/N: Hey so I managed to get this written despite all the Luke drama and some personal stuff so YA. Kind of an important spot. ALSO, IF YALL WANT A PART 4 PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU REQUEST IT. I AM A VERY BUSY UNIVERSITY STUDENT SO IF NO ONE REQUESTS THEN ITS NOT WORTH MY TIME WRITING OK PRETTY PEOPLE PLEASE REQUEST :((((


Part 1  Part 2


He was sitting on the white duvet in his hotel room, cross legged and trying to process everything. How was he going to stay friends with Calum? Fuck he wanted her so bad, but he couldn’t keep doing this. He would have to call it off, as much as he didn’t want to.

But what happens then? He can’t just not tell Calum, he would have to come clean. Which would most likely ruin his relationship. What had he gotten himself into.

He bit into his lip, a single tear threatening to spill over from his left eye. As he tried to blink it back his phone buzzed.

Hey, you still awake?;)

This was it. This was how it went; every night after she had sex with Calum he would fall into a deep sleep and she would come over to do the same thing with him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, finally letting a few tears spill. He pulled at his hair and contemplated a response for a second.

As always

He laid back against the headboard, his legs now stretched out in front of him and closed his eyes.

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six months - ch 2

Okay i know i said there would be angst but im so tired and i already have the fluff written, so you guys will be spared - this time.

credit for helping me with the plot idea to @hiikuroberii

People who messaged me about the fic below <3

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ALSO I realize this is dumb and pretty much trash but i think its cute so there


Good God, what did he do. Why did he think that was a good idea. She was probably happy without him and he had to go and be… God, who let him make these decisions.

He stared impatiently at his phone, continuously rereading the message he’d typed. He sounded so… pathetic.
Wasn’t he, though? Pathetic without her? A complete mess? He absolutely was. God, what he thinking? What was she thinking? Did she hate him? God this was a million regrets in one.

He paced in his living room relentlessly. His green eyes were dressed in worry like it was going out of style. His blond hair was never seen quite this disheveled. His lower lip was raw, from his nervous biting, and he could taste the slight copper in his mouth.

What if she had a boyfriend now? What if he’d royally screwed himself over? What if she responded? What if she didn’t respond? Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god.

Why did she have to be so beautiful? If he could’ve taken his eyes off her, he wouldn’t have felt compelled to talk to her and he wouldn’t be on the edge of a panic attack.

His phone went off and his heart stopped. The air literally left his body. With numbing hands, he opened the message.

Marinette:
What would you like to talk about, Adrien?

He felt a pang in his heart at the formality of the message. He couldn’t blame anyone but himself, he’d treated her horribly towards the end of everything. He’d do anything to take it back. Maybe, just maybe, he’d finally get the chance to fix all of this.

Adrien:
Everything. Can I call you..?

He tried desperately to even his breathing. He couldn’t feel his fingers and his hands were shaking mercilessly. 

A reply came almost immediately.

Marinette:
Whatever you have to say, you can say it to my face.

What did she mean? Did she want to meet…? She seemed so annoyed with their earlier meeting… why would she…? He sighed and began typing back furiously.

Adrien:
Meet me on the top of the Eiffel tower in 20?

Marinette:
I’ll be there
.


Maybe she was crazy. Maybe she had too much faith in him. Maybe she was too pathetic for her own good. Maybe this was flat out the dumbest thing she’d ever agreed to do.

But she’d hear him out, at the very least.

She transformed for the first time since they’d defeated Hawkmoth several years ago, and made her way to the tower. Now or never.

There, she waited. He was five minutes late, and she was anxious. What if he just didn’t show up? She didn’t know how long she should wait. Just as she was giving up, she heard the faint sound of somebody landing behind her. 


She turned and seen his green eyes, and tried so hard not to fall apart. She was strong.

“Hey.” Marinette greeted him, as steady voiced as she could.

“Marinette…” Adrien breathed, dropping his transformation. What could he say next? Why hadn’t he thought about what he’d say? God damnit..

“You wanted to… talk?” She too dropped her transformation, keeping her distance. 

She glanced down and her breath hitched in her throat. Why hadn’t she taken the stupid sweatshirt off?

“I did- er, I do. I wanna talk,” Adrien cleared his throat, averting his eyes from the jacket. He needed every ounce of sanity he could muster, “Marinette, I… I’m sorry. I miss you. I don’t really know what to say other than that.” He inched towards her.

She could cry, hearing those words from his lips. Words she’d longed for for far too long. She wanted nothing more than to run to him and mutter a simple “Okay,” and let all be right with the world.

But things were more complicated than that.

She swallowed her immediate reaction. Don’t do it, girl, Alya’s words plagued her mind, You’re too good for him.

She took a deep breath. “Why are you sorry?" 

Adrien looked at her incredulously. Why? Why? What did she mean "why”?

“I… took advantage of you. I never thought I’d be without you, so I stopped… cherishing you. I stopped chasing your affections. I… I became cold towards you,” he answered shakily, inching closer, “and I have no reason as to why, other than the fact that I’m an asshole. I’m so sorry.”

It was all true. And she wasn’t going to lie and say it was okay. Regardless, his apology was sincere. It made her heart soar, as well as ache. 

“W-what did you want to come out of this?” She asked, fiddling with her hands. 

“Come out of what?" 

"Of us talking. What do you want to happen next?” She clarified, taking a step towards him.

Adrien’s eyes shot to the ground. His mouth became dry. Here goes nothing.
“You,” he confessed, meeting her eyes, “I want to be with you again.”

“Why?” She inquired, her eyes pleading with him. 

Three words. Eight letters. 

“Because,” he said, reaching timidly to take her hand in his. When had he gotten so close to her? “I love you." 

And just like that, she was his. 

She pulled Adrien into a hug and let her waterfall of tears over flow. He loves me, she sobbed to herself.

"Say it again,” she practically begged, burying her face in the crook of his neck. 

“I love you, Marinette. I love you, I really do,” He claimed, the sincerity in his voice was almost terrifying. He kissed her hair and rubbed her back, convincing himself this wasn’t some crazy amazing dream. That this was real life.

“I love you too,” She looked up, meeting his gaze, “Adrien, I love you.”

Tears continued to escape her emotional eyes as he kissed her gently, tenderly, questionably, his hands cupping her face tightly, as if at any second, she might vanish. 

Her fingers ran through his hair as they basked in the familiarity of the moment. Marinette pulled him closer, unable to get enough of him. This was it. This was everything. 

He peppered her face with kisses, kissing her tear-soaked cheeks, her heavy eyelids, her temples, her lips. Kissing every part of her. Making her his again.
When they finally broke apart, Marinette stayed in his arms for as long as she possibly could. 

“Princess?” Adrien asked, causing her to shudder at her much missed pet name.

“hmm?” Marinette mumbled, holding him tighter than before.
“Let’s go home.”

But they already were home.