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You’re the One (Daveed x Reader)

Summary: Based on an ask I saw about reader/Daveed being roommates. The reader teases him about his appearance on Sesame Street. Fluff.

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

A/N: This was a good idea. Good job anon.

“D!” You yelled as soon as you heard the apartment door open.

“What?” Daveed went into the kitchen, rifling around in the fridge for something to eat.

“You didn’t tell me you were going to be on Sesame Street!”

“I guess I forgot? I don’t know, I’ve been busy.” He plopped down next to you and handed you a beer, sighing. He looked tired.

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Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine’s Day to all of my dear followers! You guys are amazing and I love you all. <3 

Quick shout out to my girl @noenoemi for helping me find the cards. They do not belong to me and were found through Google.

Jonathan wasn’t the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day; though it had more to do with the fact that he rarely had anyone to celebrate with, than the idea of it being a made up holiday for stores to sell overpriced candy and cards to the unsuspecting public.

He dreaded the day, because it just reminded him how horribly lonely he was, and how his romantic life was virtually nil. It also emphasized how deeply in love he was with his best friend, with no hope for the future due to the fact that said best friend was straight, and completely unavailable.

Which is why, when he opened his locker on the tenth of February, he was extremely surprised to find a small red envelope sitting among his books.

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6 months

2 years. 2 years in a relationship with Nash, just to break up over text message because of the pictures of him and another girl. He was on tour and cheating on you.

You’ll admit, the first week, you laid in bed crying. You were heartbroken. He was your first true love, after pizza of course. But you were so hurt. He said he loved you, but his actions showed otherwise.

In the messages, he said it was an accident. A one time thing. She was just a fan and things just happened. He didn’t mean it. He loved you.

Lie after lie after lie.

The second week you were still upset, but you moved from your bed now. You found yourself mostly playing sad songs and drowning your pain in the bottom of a tub of ice cream. Not the healthiest way to cope, but you were doing okay.

The third week you were finally realizing that he didn’t deserve your tears. You saw his tweets, Instagram pictures, snapchat stories, he was out having the time of his life it seemed. He was out on dates with other girls already. Out partying with the guys. He was happy, so why weren’t you?

The forth week rolled around and you decided you were done. You finally got rid of that box of stuff you had of his under your bed. Your burned the love letters, threw away all the gifts he bought you, like the teddy bear from Valentine’s Day. The minion he won from a carnival game the night he took you on your 4th date. All of it. You were finally ready to move on.

Now, here you are, 6 months post break up, hanging out with your new boyfriend, Beau at his place.

You guys met at the gym (since drowning your sorrows in ice cream did nothing for your figure) a month after your breakup and really clicked. Granted he gave you all his lines that day, it was his sense of humor that made you agree to going out to lunch with him the next day, and well, the rest is history. That was 5 months ago though.

Now here you are, head over heels for the biggest goof you knew. He constantly made you laugh, and his brothers, Luke and Jai, same age as you, were suddenly your best friends. You spent at least 4 days out of the week with Beau, the other 3 you were just busy with work.

You were currently at Beau and the rest of the boys place in LA, cuddled up on his bed watching a movie. You couldn’t deny that you were tired. You were up early this morning for a photoshoot, and you didn’t get home until late last night.

You did some modeling, and you had to admit you did love it. You noticed how 3 months after your break up though, any picture you would post you saw Nash would like it. No big deal, since you did get like 200,000 some likes on a picture, but still.

And he would indirect you on twitter a lot. Or at least he has lately. He’s tweeted ‘don’t ever let go of someone who was once all about you’ and ‘my only regret was hurting you so much it made you leave.’ Of course there were several others, and people always tagged you in the tweets, but you paid no attention.

You were happy with Beau. He made you feel beautiful. Loved. Everything. You loved being around him. You honestly couldn’t even picture being with anyone else now. You wanted nothing more than to just be with Beau. Like, he was your happiness.

That night you didn’t have to work, and you didn’t have anything for the following morning, so as usual you stayed with the boys, a habit that seemed to be starting. You cooked them dinner, which they were grateful for, and then watched them play fifa. Jai and Luke versus Beau and Skip.

Around 11:30 you decided to head to bed, knowing those four would be up for hours. Beau did pause the game though to ‘tuck’ you into bed, which only led to you guys making out for like 15 minutes before Jai screamed from downstairs for Beau to ‘hurry up and finish’ since ‘everyone knows you can’t last that long anyway’

You stayed up though, watching a movie from bed, cuddling with Hamlet. You were watching the lion king, and you couldn’t help but snap a pic of you and Hamlet. I mean, who doesn’t love dogs, cuddles, and the Lion King? You posted the photo on twitter and Instagram and then locked your phone and then focused on the movie.

Nash was on twitter, and was guilty of having your tweet notifications on, along with you Instagram ones as well. He was over at the boys house, and they had just finished a game of hoops, everyone taking a break and checking their phones.

He had a notification of yours from twitter and Instagram. Checking twitter he saw it. The picture you had taken while over at Beaus. He immediately exited out and checked your Instagram post, only to see the same picture. He admits, it was a great pic of you. You looked great, even for it being 11:30 at night.

“another night with the actual love of my life Hamlet” and it had Beau fuckin Brooks tagged in the caption, and the picture itself.

“that’s the third fucking night in a row.” He mumbled, locking his phone. “the third fucking night in a row she’s spent at his house.”

“bro chill, they are dating, it’s not like she’s cheati- never mind.” Johnson spoke, catching himself from saying something terrible.

“like I don’t fucking know that. I know they’re fucking dating. Everyone fucking does. Who doesn’t know about the hottest model dating the Australian prankster. I mean, if you didn’t just go on any fucking site. Twitter, where her fans and his fans and half the other people in the world talk about how perfect they are. How much they ship them. Or even look at their profiles. They do nothing but fucking tweet about one another, tweet one another and fucking post pictures of them together all the damn time.” Nash went off. He was pissed. He didn’t like that you were this happy with someone that wasn’t him.

Because just a few months ago that was you guys. People were shipping you guys. You were tweeting about one another, tweeting pictures of each other, posting all kinds of pictures together, tweeting one another.

“bro, can’t you just be happy for her? I mean, don’t you want her to be happy?” Johnson, the man of wisdom spoke again. Everyone else just kinda put in their own little inputs, but Johnson was the only one to make you realize anything.

“Yeah I want her to be happy. But I want her to be happy with me. I want her to be posting pics of us, not her and someone else.”

“yeah, well you kinda ruined that didn’t you?” Johnson fired back. Everyone was shocked he said it because well, yeah everyone knew Nash cheated, but since it happened no one talked about it. Not that they were scared, but simply that it was just kinda understood. Everyone knew what went down, no need to discuss it

“Johnson.” Nash practically growled. Everyone could tell he was ready to punch Johnson for bringing it up.

“no Nash listen. You fucked up. Big time. You had a fucking dime, and to be honest with you, if it wasn’t for bro code, the second you two broke up I would’ve gone after her. I’m not gonna lie, I still talk to her, hang out with her. She’s great, and she loved you so much. But you fucking took her for granted and lost the best damn thing that ever came your way.” Johnson spit.

“you don’t think I know that? I know I messed up okay.”

“I know, but I still don’t think you get it. Yeah you messed up. You treated her like shit while you were on tour. Empty conversations, hardly ever talking to her. I think there was seriously like 2 weeks when you didn’t even bother to respond to her? But she fucking stuck by you. She way faithful as shit. And then you go and cheat on her? With a fan? You know they can’t keep their damn mouths shut. And after that breakup sure you were feeling great. Free. Nothing could stop you. Nothing was holding you back. Now here we are, 6 months later, she’s moved on, and now’s when you start caring. She’s your ex and all and you should want nothing but the best for her since you couldn’t give it to her.”

“I don’t need this.” Nash said, walking off inside, where he found Nate and Sammy drinking and smoking. He grabbed a bottle of vodka and started drinking, giving up on basketball and now all of the guys essentially just having a small party.

A bottle of vodka, and like half a blunt later Nash was just a mess. He excluded himself from everyone else inside laughing, having the time of their lives. He went outside, sitting on the edge of a cement wall. He scrolled through your guys’ old photos he still had on his phone. His thoughts eating him alive. He couldn’t stand this.

He missed you.

He missed making you laugh, the way your eyes would squint and your nose would scrunch up as you tipped your head back. He could no longer do that to you, he could no longer make you laugh. Now it was Beau who made you laugh. And that hurt him, so much. Your laugh was his favorite sound.

He missed the way you would cuddle up next to him. How you would throw your leg over his body and your arm across his chest and snuggle up real close to him. How you would nuzzle your head in his side. How perfect you and he fit together.

Or the way you would skip through the house, just humming or singing. His shirt draped over your body, and your little knee high socks, and nothing else. It was his favorite sight. He loved nothing more than trudging out of bed in the morning to find you in the kitchen singing. He loved walking up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck, telling you how great last night was. He cringed at the thought of Beau and you being the same way.

Then the thought of you and Beau being intimate in anyway. Doing anything sexual. He started to think about all the things you used to love in the bedroom. How you loved when he would pin you up against the wall. How rough he could get, but how he could slow it down, putting all his love into every deep thrust. How you would squirm when he kissed that spot, right below your ear. Or how you loved to suck him off before anything. The foreplay. How much you loved to be on top, or how you loved when he hit it from the back.

Thinking of you and Beau doing any of that together was enough to set him off. He had a new message open to you, he just didn’t have any idea what to say. His thoughts were all jumbled, and the alcohol gave him all the confidence he needed. No matter how sloppy his thoughts were one thing was clear. He missed you, and he wanted to let you know that.

To (y/n): I miss you.

And after he sent it, he waited. Messages still open. Hope of any contact from you started to fade as 15 minutes had passed and you still hadn’t even opened it. His thoughts started to come back, and he thought about how much he missed falling asleep next to you every night, and waking up with you every morning.

He was about to type another message but then he saw the little bubble pop up and eagerly awaited your response.

Beau had just came upstairs into his room to get ready for bed when you got a new message. Rarely ever getting a message at midnight, you were quite curious as to who it would be. The only person you ever talked to this late was either your best friend, or Beau. And since your best friend was out of state, in a different time zone for the week, you knew it wasn’t her, plus you guys only talked late when it was an emergency. And considering you were with Beau, it couldn’t be him.

“who’s that?” Beau asked, emerging from the bathroom in his boxers, a sight you quite enjoyed.

“no idea.” You replied, reaching over to the night table and checking your phone.

You unlocked your phone, only to see something you did not expect at all. A new message from the last person on earth you expected.

“it’s uh, it’s from Nash.” You said, shocked.

Beau climbed into bed, pulling you into him so you guys were spooning.

“like your ex Nash? What did he say?”

“yeah him. And he just said he missed me. I’m not even going to reply. I’m just going to go change my number in the morning.” I said, clicking out of my messages.

“no don’t. I know it’s not ideal, but I mean, you should text him back. You know, give him some closure or something.” Beau smiled.

“you’re not mad?”

“why would I be? I mean, I’ve got you now. Even though he fucked up, he still deserves some closure. Thing about it babe, this is the first you guys have talked in like 6 months.”

“okay. You’re the best. I love you.” You smiled, turning and kissing his lips lazily.

To Nash: It’s been 6 months Nash. I think you’re fine.

From Nash: I’m not fine. These past 6 months hae been hell. I miss you so muvh babt.

“he’s drunk.” You told Beau.

“drunk or not, he still has feeling babe. Just, let him say what he has to say. I know this is what you’ve wanted for months now.”

“what have I wanted?” you asked, confused. You didn’t want anything from Nash. You loved Beau now, so you were confused.

“you want answers, and now’s your chance to get some.”

To Nash: well, that’s not really my problem.

From Nash: I knoww. I mesaed up

To Nash: can I ask you something.

From Nash: of course.

To Nash: okay, firstly. Why’d you do it? Were you not happy with me? Cause if not, you should have broke up with me before.

From Nash: no. fuck no. I was happy with you. It’s just on tour I felt held back. Like everyone else was out having great times and I just felt like I couldn’t cause of yoi.

To Nash: you could have just talked to me, instead of ignoring me and then cheating on me.

From Nash: I know. Can I ask  you something.

To Nash: sure.

From Nash: are you happy? With bo ? nd evrithing else in oyur life?

To Nash: Beau* but yeah. I am happy with him. And my modeling is really taking off.

From Nash: I’m glad your work iz good. Bo is lucki

To Nash: Beau*

From Nash: right. I’m sorry.

To Nash: it’s fine. Lots of people spell it wrong.

From Nash: no. not for the name. For everything else. For the lies, and cheating. I regret it all. I still care about you, but if you’re happi then I’m happi for you.

To Nash: why?

From Nash: I already told you. I felt held back.

To Nash: no, not that. Like why now? Why are you apologizing now? 6 months later? I wanted an apology like a week after, maybe a month, but 6 months later? I thought maybe we could be statistics, remain friends after the breakup, but 6 months later?

From Nash: it’s just. I wanted to be friends. I just needed to figure things out.

To Nash: by sleeping with other girls?

From Nash: that makes it sound bad.

To Nash: cause it was bad Nash. It hurt so much knowing while I was laying around hurting, you were out, happy as can be.

From Nash: funny.

To Nash: what’s funny about that?

From Nash: no, not that, it’s just funny how things change.

To Nash: what do you mean?

From Nash: it’s funny how now, I’m the one hurting, and you’re happy as can be.

To Nash: what?

From Nash: It hurts knowing you’re falling asleep in someone else’s arms, and waking up next to them every morning now…

anonymous asked:

Feyrhys and the AU “I was trying to take a sneeky picture of you because i told my friend about the hot guy on the train and she wanted to see but you totally noticed and yeah this is awkward”

A/N: ok i really love this AU.  And I kinda (by kinda i mean definitely) want to write more in this universe, so let me know what you all think! @rhysndtrash I did the thing! [Part 2!]

~ Rattled ~

Shooting a furtive glance toward her slumbering companion, Feyre bit her lip and tugged her cellphone from the pocket of her messenger bag.

I think I found my muse

There’s a delay in reply, which Feyre fills by scrolling through Tumblr and Instagram, grinning faintly at a few kind comments and tags on her latest piece, which is a misleading characterization unless one considers ‘latest’ to mean over six months.  Still, its good for her ego. 

She’s halfway through reading a ranting conspiracy theory, which managed to connect heelys and Roswell, when an alert drops down at the top of her screen from Mor.

Oo.  intriguing.  is he hot? 

Smirking despite herself, Feyre opens the message to respond.

I never said it was a he

I could be talking about a non-human for all you know

Three dots appear almost immediately and she settles back against the worn but pleasantly clean faux velvety seat, sipping at her fountain drink only to be met with a mouthful of watered down Sprite.  Gross.

pretty sure thats illegal

also that doesnt sound like a denial to me…

Rolling her eyes, Feyre answers back,

ew thanks for making that gross

and fine.  it’s a guy.  but this isn’t about hotness.  artists have muses that they remain platonic with

mhmmm.  so is this going to be a fling or are we talking long term life partners?

whats your stance on marriage as an institution?

Feyre lets out a snort at that, then quickly checks to be sure she hasn’t woken sleeping beauty.  Because he is…beautiful that is.  Purely from an artistic perspective.  This isn’t romantic attraction.  She definitely didn’t think about mouthing her way across his sharp jaw bone while his hands gripped-

i hate you

As if Mor had expected that answer, she fires back almost immediately

no u dont.  and send pics

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She Tastes Better || Jack

Request: Hi I was wondering if you could do an imagine when you’re dating jack but you haven’t told the fans yet and he post a picture of you on a date with your food and write “she taste better” ask his caption and puts it on his snapchat story or something like that ? 😊😊


You and Jack hadn’t been together for very long, but you didn’t like how private your relationship had to be. You never posted pictures of the two of you online and you couldn’t be too affectionate in vlogs he might put up on his channel. You supported everything Jack did, so this was just one thing you’d have to put up with.

The two of you were out and about in London spending the day shopping and enjoying the clear blue skies. Your tummy rumbled causing both you and Jack to laugh. “I don’t think I’ve eaten all day,” you said honestly.

“It’s like 3:00 in the afternoon!” he laughed.

“Sometimes I forget,” you said with a small chuckle.

You and Jack found a lovely little cafe to eat at that was in a less populated area of London. You ordered a sandwich and some chips and immediately began eating it. You and Jack laughed and chatted throughout the whole meal, enjoying spending time with each other as you always did. For dessert, you ordered a salted caramel cheesecake for the two of you to share. Jack was being adorably goofy, sometimes pretending to spoon feed you cheesecake only to put it on your nose. Other times he would pretend like you had something on your lips so he had to kiss it off.

The two of you left the restaurant with bright smiles on your faces. You wanted to reach out and hold his hand but you knew better. You knew that there could always be people watching. You both decided to head back to his flat and hang out for the rest of the day. You kicked off your shoes and immediately went to go flop on the couch. Jack laughed and came to sit beside you. You smiled and crawled on to his lap, pressing your lips against his. He hummed contently and kissed you back, gripping your waist in his hands and holding you tightly on his lap. Your hands knit themselves in his hair, tugging the strands between your fingers. That combined with the fact that you were grinding your hips into his ever so slightly was causing Jack to groan against your kiss.

You weren’t really in the mood to go any farther, so you slowed the kisses down until you fully pulled apart. Jack let out a breathy laugh. “You kill me babe,” he said with a smile. You smiled back and placed a quick kiss on his lips before sitting beside him on the couch and cuddling into his side. “You wanna watch a film?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said.

“Anything you’ve been wanting to watch?” he asked as he picked up the remote and opened up Netflix on the TV.

“Not really,” you said. “Whatever you want.”

Jack clicked The Big Short which you hadn’t seen and were fine with watching with him. You noticed that your phone kept lighting up on the coffee table, so you picked it up to see what was happening. The first thing you saw was a notification that Jack tagged you in a picture. All of the other notifications were comments you were mentioned in. “Jack,” you said slowly before unlocking the phone. “What have you done?”

Jack was smirking and kissed your temple, but didn’t say anything. You sighed and unlocked your phone to see the picture he tagged you in. It was a picture of you laughing with a dot of cheesecake on your nose at the restaurant. The caption read She tastes better. The comments were going crazy. Some of your friends were commenting while others were just fans claiming that they always knew or that they shipped you so hard. You turned to Jack with your jaw dropped and he was just laughing. “Jack!” you said. “The caption!”

“It’s funny, right?” he said in between his laughs.

“You’re disgusting,” you said, biting back a smile. “That’s really how you wanted to out us?”

He smiled, “I couldn’t think of a better way.”

We Deserve Each Other {S.M}

requested//an imagine where you and Shawn are just perfect for one another and everyone knows it

For a two years, you and Shawn have been the “it couple”. When you started dating when you were both fifteen, you were basically the perfect couple all the other kids wanted to be like. When he went on tour with Magcon, all of the other boys wanted to have your relationship and all the fans envied how your relationship was basically seamless. And now, you were the it couple of Hollywood, which was pretty nerve wracking. Now that Shawn was a world famous pop star, you were constantly being watched by the public. You weren’t a fan of how they would talk about you on TV shows like ET or The View. You hated how you would flip through magazines and you would see you and Shawn in it. It was hard enough when you couldn’t log onto any social media site without seeing hundreds of hate comments flood in. Those were considered the simpler days. Even if you weren’t a fan of being constantly watched, your relationship with Shawn was not getting any worse. You were still a perfect couple, and no matter how many times the media would try to make it seem as if you two were fighting, or broken up, it never worked out because there were zero signs you were “on the rocks”. It was even funny that people would come up with all of these insane stories about what they heard or saw, and you and Shawn had so much fun with proving these stories wrong.
Tonight’s E! News was no exception for the stories. You and Shawn were sitting on the couch in your shared apartment back in Canada, when you turned on the television to E! News, and almost on cue, a story about you and Shawn came up, with a comically large paper split between the two of you. As you sat tangled together, your legs and arms entwined you somehow managed to look at one another and laugh.
“Jeez, I wish we would stop breaking up.” He chuckled, kissing you on the cheek sloppily. You grin and turn your attention back to the television, looking at the photo of the two of you and hating how you look, wishing they had chosen a different photo. The night that photo was taken you weren’t wearing the most flattering dress you had thought.
“According to a source, Shawn and y/n were seen and heard screaming at one another back stage, followed by a very dramatic exclamation of:” The screen changed from the reporter to a video of the two of you walking down the red carpet of the MTV music video awards with a quote off to the side, that was supposedly said by Shawn. “I am sick of having to always worry about you. I want to live my life, but not with you.” The screen changes back to the reporter. “Y/n was seen shortly after leaving the arena, we even have photos! Wow, kind of harsh Shawn.” The screen shows photos of you walking out of the arena. You remembered that night, you were feeling really sick so Shawn, being the amazing boyfriend he was, insisted that you go back to the hotel and sleep. It’s funny how people can take simple situations like that into such untrue tales. You both start laughing.
“We are so broken up.” You laugh, entwining your hands with his and planting a kiss on his lips. You both look into one another’s eyes, and momentarily get lost in one another. His eyes traveled from your eyes to your lips as he slowly connected them, kissing you deeply and passionately. His hand moves from your back to your thigh, but only lightly trying not to sexualize the sweet moment. He pulls away for a moment and looks into your eyes again.
“I don’t ever not want you in my life.” He whispers and then gives you a light kiss on the lips.
“I don’t ever want to not be in your life.” You whisper back, putting your hand on his hand which was on your thigh.
“I really love you.” He says, louder than his previous statement. A small smile creeps onto your face. Every single time he said those words, you melted into a puddle. All your life you had trouble honestly feeling loved by someone. It was hard to believe it when people would say it. Every single one of your last boyfriends would say it, and ultimately they wouldn’t mean it. But every time Shawn would say it, you knew he meant it.
“I love you too.” You say and kiss his nose quickly. “Now, you wanna have some fun with this rumor?” You laugh. A goofy grin spreads across his face.
“Of course I do, my love.” He chuckles a little.
“Pull out your phone.” You command, and he moves his hand delicately from your thigh and it goes to his back pocket and he pulls out his phone. You take his phone and nuzzle up close to him, placing your head in the crook of his neck, lightly kissing it. You put your arm in the selfie position, and snap a photo. He chuckles a little, entwining his fingers with your again.
“And what are you planning on doing with that photo my love.” He says, pulling your legs onto his lap. You ignore his question and press your lips on his cheek.
“Do you care if I post something on your Instagram?” You ask with a smirk. You could tell by his light chuckle that he knew what you were up to.
“Not at all my love, go right ahead.” You gave him a smile and your fingers grazed to the Instagram button on his phone. You clicked on the blue camera in the middle, pulling up the photo you and Shawn just took.
“This’ll work with your aesthetic.” You add as you start to type out the caption of the photo.
“Not sure if you are using that word correctly.” He shoots back at you playfully.
“Probably not, but that’s okay, you don’t love me because I’m articulate.” You giggle and finish typing the caption. It reads: “Totally broken up.”
You thought it was the perfect statement to the media, and you did like making statements. You pressed the big send button at the bottom and sat back proud.
“Can I see it?” Shawn asks sing song. You nod, handing him his bare phone.
“You should put a case on that, you’ll break it again.” You joke. He just sticks his tongue out at you, and turns his attention back to his phone to read the caption. He looks at it and laughs a little.
“Aren’t you witty.” He whispers kissing your cheek and working his way down to your neck.
“You sure are lucky to have me.”
“That I am.”


Stay (An Álvaro Morata One-Shot)

       She should be paying attention to class instead of being on her phone.

       She should be paying attention to class instead of being on her phone.

       She should be paying attention to class instead of being on her phone.

(But guess what she was doing anyway?)

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• jungkook admits that he thought you were super cool during the matches that you took part in but then he was like “but damn ,,, my wrestling match tho ,,, did you sEe how i took that guy down ??? good lord i gotta control my own strength”

• overconfident hoe half the time you interact but the second you reach over to touch him or kiss his cheek, he will stop mid sentence all like, “wh-wh-wh- wHAT DO YOU THINK YOURE DOING”

• ‘jungkook, please calm down there’s something in your hair and im trying to get it out’

• ‘you gOTTA WARN ME tHo’

• you and him coincidentally have the same taste in fashion w plain shirts, jeans, and timberlands but jeon is convinced that you want to go for matching looks

• 'jungkook, no, i just really like plain shirts, jeans, and timbs okay’

• jungkook:

• you always gotta stop him from making a fool out of himself but no matter how hard you, the members, or anyone else tries, all your efforts are for naught bc jungkook himself is a walking meme

• during the first month of your relationship he was so hesitant to jUST HOLD YOUR HAND NVM KISS YOU DAMN BOY

• you were walking along the streets of seoul at like six in the evening when you met him after practice and your hand was just wiDE out in the open and jeon is like 'it’s just screaming for me to hold it’ so he slowly reaches over and when your fingers touch, there was some static thing going on so it sHOCKS the both of you

• it wasn’t even that big a deal but this kid frickin yELPS AND you’re like wait did u just try to hold my hand

• doesn’t like being called cute, prefers getting called manly, or mature or grown up things like god damn son

• he was acting like hot shit one time so you decided to just break it to him like babe ok i know that you’re 20 here in korea and i hate to burst your bubble, but ,,,,, you’re 18 everywhere else so pls ,,, act like it

• but he refuses to acknowledge this fact bc no matter what you or the others say, jeon jungkook knows in his heart that he is 20

• after his failed attempt at trying to hold your hand, you just pranced along the street like 'awh ur so cUTE AWHAWH’ and this made him so mad bc he !!! is not !!! cute !!!!!! he is a man !!!!!!!!

• so he aggressively grabs your hand, laces your fingers together, and holds it up in front of you like 'iS THIS STILL CUTE TO YOU’ with a completely serious face on and you’re just trying not to snort

• he just really wants to be seen as a man

• but the first time you kissed, it was you who had to do it 

• jungkook wanted to make the first move and you knew this so you’ve been subtly putting yourselves in the right atmosphere with the intent to let this boy take the initiative to kiss you 

•  but every time you find yourselves in the perfect atmosphere, he’s like ‘ohOhoHO LOOK AT THE TIME GOTTA HEAD BACK TO THE DORMS FOR DINNER’

• it just got to the point where you ONCE AGAIN were in the perfect atmosphere and you’re fiddling w your hands and you’re like ‘well ,,,’ and jungkook is like ‘ahaha wELL, her E WE AR E’ and you just kinda cup him in the face and kiss him like yolo too bad ik you wanted to make the first move but :))))) 

• this slightly injured his pride and he remains low-key salty abt it up until this day but after you kissed him he just brought a hand up to his mouth and was all like, ‘you wanted to kiss me that bad huh ???’ like jeON JUNGKOOK ISTG I WILL STAB YOU

• but he was embarrassed and flustered af and everyone was wondering why he was giggling all throughout dinner

• taehyung and jungkook share a room in the dorms so at some ungodly hour in the night, tae is half asleep and wakes up to the cell phone light, those clicking sounds the iPhone makes when you type, and quiet giggles of none other than jungkook 

• the more you guys hang out, the more initiative jungkook takes regarding skinship so when you’re both out again and lets say, eating somewhere you’re gonna be looking at the menu all like ‘wOw look at this !1!!11′ jungkook is gonna :)))) just subtly :)))))))) put his hand on your thigh :))))))))))))

• you look at him like ohymgod whats this and you expected that he’d just be looking at you or his hand like is this okay pls tell me this is okay but hES NOT DOING EITHER, HES JUST LOOKING AT HIS MENU ALL INNOCENT AND MUMBLING STUFF LIKE ‘MHM’ AND ALL THAT I-

• probably encourages riding down a flight of stairs using a sled

• once you compliment him, he will actually never forget what you said and will start paying much more attention to that thing you pointed out that you liked about him

• you told him that you liked his teeth bc they’re so straight ???? so he constantly asks his hyungs like ‘my teeth are nice right ?? are you sure ???? are you just messing w me ????? stop mumbling so i know you’re listening’

• he’s pretty strong so if he’s feeling affectionate or generous, he’s probably gonna give you a piggy back ride

• when you ask, he acts all hesitant saying stuff like ‘but i haven’t been to the gym in a while idk if i can carry you’ but on the inside he’s like ‘yeayeA get on my back rn nvm if my arms feel weak i will carry you to another country if i have to’

• when he kisses you, he doesn’t kiss you straight on the mouth, he does it on the corner and you dont know whether he is teasing you or is just shy to dive in str8

• kisses the back of your head a lot

• mostly likes it bc 1) your hair smells nice and 2) you won’t see a blush creep onto his cheeks when he does so

• insists that the timberlands the both of you have are a matching couple item even though you keep telling him that you bought the same style coiNCIDENTALLY

• but to jungkook, there are N O such things as coincidences, you mustve planned this, 100%

• he went shopping w you one day and you passed by this store w some crazy sale and they were selling pokemon onesies so both of you bought a pikachu onesie and thats probably the only item you ever bought with the intention to match w jungkook

• but that onesie is his most prized possession i shit you not

• his snapchat stories are not just stories okay they are a fucking harry potter 7 book series 

• there was one day while he was on tour and in europe and seeing as this is the first time the boy has ever stepped a FOOT in places other than asia and north america, obviously he was going to put every :)) single :))) thing :)))) on snapchat :)))))))

• his story reached over 500 seconds so you’re like no bye and he texts you all like ‘did u delete me off snapchat’ 

• bc of this, jungkook jokingly posted a picture on ig w the two of you and you were blurred out and the caption was ‘sometimes you just gotta leave the fake people behind #newyearnewme’ like jungkook pls

• you, jungkook, jin, and namjoon have like this little inside joke wherein jin is the mom and namjoon is the dad so you call jin, ‘mommy’ as a joke and he scolds you for it

• but probably the worst mistake you made in this entire joke in itself was accidentally calling namjoon ‘daddy’

• you visited the dorms while jungkook was sick so you could take care of him bc jimin, tae, or hobi wasn’t there and it was just you, jungkook, and the hyungs

• so while you were preparing the maknae some like chicken soup or whatever, you asked jin all like, ‘mommy can you go watch over jungkook and give him an extra blanket or smth lmao ty’ and you turn to namjoon all like, ‘hey daddy, can you- wait ohmygod no im s osoryr i didn tmean to i swae  ri-’

• jungkook overheard this but never brought it up but he has held an everlasting grudge over this moment and namjoon always feels a chill resonating through his spine whenever him and the maknae are alone in one room

• insists that he is not the jealous type 

• you didn’t text or call him for a whole day because you were busy babysitting a three year old child and jungkook knew this but all your attention was on this child ,,,, and not him ,,,, jEON JUNGKOOK AKA GOLDEN MAKNAE JEALOUS ???? OVER A THREE YEAR OLD CHILD ???? DONT BE RIDICULOUS

• also insists that he is dark and mysterious but you can read him like a book and usually he’s like aww man but his transparency can come quite in handy sometimes

• he doesn’t share his problems w you and its not bc he doesn’t trust you

• if anything, thats the last reason on earth why he wouldn’t tell you his problems

• but you’re the type of person who gets sad when he gets sad so he tries to remain upbeat and happy bc your smile just lights up his day and he feels slightly better just seeing you all bright

• but one day you’re all like ‘jungkook i know something is up pls tell me I’m here to listen’ and he’s v thankful bc even though he tries to keep everything to himself, he low-key wishes someone would notice that he’s having a hard time so he could vent

• so he just tells you everything about how his schedule is so busy, he never has time for himself and when he does he gets mobbed, he has to travel from like korea to japan to singapore in like five days and he is just so tired but this is the life of an idol so he feels like he has no room to complain bc he chose this path

• and you’re there w him, nodding and offering your input in some situations and tbh you feel like its not much but to jungkook it helps a lot so he just kinda lies on your lap w his back to you with an arm over your thigh so you won’t see him smiling

• probably one of the greatest milestones in your relationship was during your birthday when jungkook took you to an amusement park that had a fireworks show at the end of the night

• you expected that he just takes you to a few rides and a hella crowded place to see the fireworks but nope, this boy takes you to a ferris wheel and right when the both of you are at the top, the fireworks are lit and he takes the initiative to kiss you all like, ‘this is the do-over of our first kiss okay’ and honestly just accept it 

hogwartzlou  asked:

Plz write a oneshot about Harry's nail polish and how proud and supportive Louis is of his boy for being himself in public even tho he can't just yet.

There’s so much steam in the bathroom that Louis can barely see his hand in front of his face. 

It’s how Harry likes it, though, water so hot it burns him until his hair is dry, leaving his skin pinked and prickly from the heat. “It opens the pores,” he claims, but he suddenly always seems to go deaf when Louis reads articles to him about hot water being bad for the skin. 

Gemma huffs as she stands, wiping the condensation off the mirror for the fourth time. The vents are working overtime but can’t compete with the steam pouring out from the shower – Louis pities her, watching her trying to tame her hair as it grows more puffy and wild from the humidity in the room, fighting with her makeup as it tries to run as well, but these vanity seats have the best lighting in the house (according to Lottie, who’s shot a couple of her videos here) and this is where she wanted to get ready. 

“H!” Gemma calls, a little desperately, “Come on, you primadonna, I know you don’t need that much shampoo anymore.” 

“It’s a delicate process,” Harry sings back, opening his shampoo bottle with an exaggerated click. “Leave me to my routine.” 

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“God It Fucking Sucks.”
  • Pairing: Reading/Luke Hemmings
  • Word Count: 1,635
  • Warnings: super cute Luke fluff!! that’s all really
  • Requested? Yes!
  • Summary: The one where you’re insecure about the comments fans give you and Luke comforts you.

You looked in the mirror, your body standing before it innothing but a pink undergarment set, matching as well. It shone out against your skin, making you only think more about you.

The thighs you carried upon your legs touched as if they were to burst once they separated. You wouldn’t classify your arms to be like you wanted. In place of where muscle should be living, there was soft skin that, seeming to you, hung so far down you could feel it at your knees. Of course, you knew you were exaggerating, but that didn’t stop your brain from seeing what was true.

Your eyes were too big, your fingers too short, your cheeks too puffy. Nothing seemed right and all you could do was stare. Every flaw that sounded so little looked like a big red siren yelling at you. You could only look for a few seconds longer before you turned your head away from the mirror and towards your closet.

You had been invited to go out with the boys for lunch. You were excited, but then it happened. There are those days that unexpectedly come and you’re left feeling like who you are is not who you want to be. It’s not every day, but when that day comes, it lasts almost the whole day. You know you’re not the only one but you frankly do not care.

Not so excited anymore, you decided to go anyway. You weren’t going to keep anyone home because of your petty feelings. Walking into your closet, you looked through your clothing, reaching up and sliding the plastic hangers across the metal rod one by one until you came across something deemed good enough to wear.

Just as you went to put the items on, you saw your phone light up. It was a tweet from Luke with the caption, ‘My beautiful girlfriend!’ Once you opened it, there was nothing there but a blank, gray slate and a message. ‘Tweet could no longer be displayed.’ You shrugged, locking your phone and place it once more on the bed. Although, the notifications didn’t stop there. Actually, they increased. Your eyebrows wriggled together, your breathe releasing as you sighed and slipped your clothes on, sitting at the edge of the bed and reading through them all.

As your eyes scanned the screen, you did not read one compliment. Insults shot you at all angles, feeling physical pain throughout your body. Finding out that Luke’s tweet was of you, standing in front of the mirror with your hands raised to the top of your head, your hair cascading down your back; just where you had been no more than five minutes ago. Some fans managed to save it. You shook your head, throwing your phone and lying on your back, letting your emotions pour out through heavy breaths.

“(Y/N), are you ready?” Luke asked, walking in the doorway and stopping, staring at you and chuckled. “What are you doing there, Sleepy?” He joked. You lifted your upper body on your elbows, situating yourself in a more comfortable manner to glare at him. Your face was harsher than anticipated, making Luke watch in confusion.

“Luke,” you growled as he walked closer, “how could you?” He cocked his head, asking what you’re talking about as your body flopped down on the bed once more, head hitting Luke’s pillow. “That picture… on twitter. I don’t know if you thought I wouldn’t see it or what, but I did. Let me just tell you, the responses were not very nice.” Luke sighed while he slowly walked over to the edge, kneeling down and taking your hand in both of his. He kissed your palm, looking up at you and resting his head on the bed.

“We both know hate is inevitable when you date someone famous. We talked about that, remember?”
“Yeah, I know.”
“It was a mistake baby. Honestly, I didn’t mean it. I meant to post that picture of us from yesterday, and I did.” His head turned to the window where your phone lay right under, basking in the ray of the afternoon sun. His hand left yours as he crawled to get it, unlocking and showing you. “You haven’t seen have you?” He asked as you shook your head and took the phone. Reading the responses, the majority was compliments. Beautiful saying about you, everything about you. Your hair, makeup, clothing; just you. Your face lit up like a Christmas tree as your body sat up once more. You could hear Luke smiling on the side; his hands gripped your thigh even tighter.

“Luke…” You whispered, continuing to scroll though the tweets, randomly reading ones the more you went down. Luke’s large hands went before your face, locking the phone off and sliding it out from your grip. Your head turned up to him, watching as he set it gently on the side table, never breaking the gaze with you. Both of your eyes locked together as your beaming face dropped.

“So, why is it okay and ‘gorgeous’ for me to be dressed up and have my photo taken with you but horrible and ‘whore-ish’ for me to be in my own room in something every girl wears?” You asked calmly. Luke’s hands drifted to yours once more, taking them both in his. He let out a large breathe, answering in an audible whisper. “They’re jealous. I know you’re going to roll your eyes and tell me that that answer is stupid, but it’s true. I know you haven’t seen it, but there’s a trend. About you might I add.; about all those stupid people who hate on you and how they should shut the hell up because you’re incredibly beautiful, (Y/N). This information might not help but… fuck, I think you’re stunning no matter what you’re wearing. Is that… is that not enough?” Luke’s voice cracked during the last words, his eyes closing to prevent himself from letting any tears escape.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, much less seeing. Luke’s never acted this way in front of you before and you had to admit, your heart broke from it. “It’s more than enough,” you whispered, kissing his hand. “It’s more than enough, Luke. I can’t tell you how much it means to me, but when there are thousands of people hating on you because you’re a certain way… God it fucking sucks.” Tears began to slowly fall from your eyes as you close them, tight along with the grip you had on his hands.

“(Y/N), I know it’s hard to believe this, but I think what we have-our love-is more than any hate anyone could give you. If you focus on what we have, the happiness we have together, nothing anyone could say to you would mean anything.” You couldn’t help but give a small smile, knowing that Luke’s words are genuine. They made you feel better, your heart swelling with each sound leaving his mouth.

“I’m sorry Luke. I love you…” You said sincerely. “Don’t be sorry babe, you didn’t do anything but be the perfect you. I love you too (Y/N).” He stood up and towered over your body that still sat upon the bed. He smiled down at you, kissing your forehead.

“Luke?” You whispered, looking up at him through hazy eyes. “Yes baby?” He responded as he stood up once more. You saw his chest rise and fall with his breath, the room growing silent, and a feeling of nothing but the two of you together feeling the room. “Do you mind if we reschedule lunch with the boys? I kind of just want to stay in and cuddle… maybe watch some movies with you.” Luke’s smile never left his face, his eyes glazed over with small sparkling stars while he looked at you. It seemed like every time his eyes stayed upon you, they studied you with the passion you’d see an artist give their most valued piece. Admiration.

“Of course,” he answered, nodding and hugging your head into his lower chest. “Thank you,” your arms wrapped around his upper back, holding it tightly.

“Now,” he said, his voice suddenly rising to a normal volume, “move over, you’re on my side of the bed!” He chuckled, pulling away from you as he rolled you to the other side, you giggling in the process. Your legs instantly sprung to his side, blocking his from letting his body touch the bed. “Not until you put a movie in.”
“Fine.” He groaned, rolling his eyes while slightly smiling at you. He made his way to the TV, opening the cabinet beneath. “What do you want to watch?” He said loudly. You pondered before lighting up and slightly yelling. “The Fault in Our Stars!”
“(Y/N), you always cry during that movie though!”
“Please! You can pick the next one.”
“Deal!” Luke jumped from the leaning position he was in and popped the movie in, grabbing the remote and returning to the bed. He lifted your legs effortlessly and laid down next to you, propping his head up with pillows and worked the remote buttons to get the movie to play. Your body moved so your head rested on his chest, your hands on his lower stomach as your legs intertwined with his.

As the music began to play the opening scene of the movie, your eyes moved up to see Luke watching the screen with interest hidden. You smiled and snuggled deeper into his, his arms holding you tighter while his lips kissed the top of your head. Truthfully, you know both Luke and you would much rather be doing this than going out to lunch, and you’re glad you are. You knew he was right; love is more powerful than hate.


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bellarke + “I work at the photo center and you have the best christmas cards ever. it was an honour to print out 50 cards of you dressed as a gladiator, slaying a christmas tree” AU

Clarke was honestly sort of surprised she could still get a job at a print shop, which she guesses is a function of being both rich and artistic in her own right. She’s had a printer capable of doing whatever she wants to do for basically as long as she can remember, plus photoshop and a decent amount of skill, so she thinks of graphic design as something basically anyone can do, if they want, but within a week of working for Lincoln, she finds this is just not true at all. Which is nice, honestly. Her job involves helping little old ladies put together cards to send their grandchildren, advising high-school and college students on how to put together presentation posters, and judging people who do this stuff without getting her advice. It’s perfect. She likes it.

The first time Bellamy comes in, it’s late September, and he needs help with signs.

“Uh, hi, do you do consultations, or do I just have to use the shitty files I have?”

The question would make her smile even if he wasn’t really, really hot and vaguely flustered. Based on the messy hair and crooked glasses she sort of figures he’s overslept and is panicking, but later encounters will teach her that’s just who he is as a person.

“I can do a consultation,” she says. “What are you trying to do?”

“I’m a high-school teacher,” he says. “I’ve got an event this weekend and I’ve been so busy I’m just getting to the signage. Right now it’s just, like–72-point Times New Roman, and my students are definitely going to make fun of me for not being more creative.”

“So, what I’m getting is that you’re not creative, but you want your students to think you are, so you want me to help you lie to them.”

“It’s not lying,” he says, but he sounds amused. “Just deception.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s cool then. Do you have a flash drive? I love deceiving teenagers.”

That gets a laugh out of him, quick and surprised. He’s stupidly cute. “I do have a flash drive, yeah. But, seriously, I’m pretty sure we don’t actually have to work from it. My designs are bringing absolutely nothing to the table.”

“Well, they have the text,” she teases. “That’s an important first step.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m an artist.”

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anonymous asked:

Vernon fluff/angst request?? You're a foreign idol that participates in ISAC and and you notice that Hansol's alone so you introduce yourself and end up liking each other. but slight controversy starts after photos of you two "flirting" at the event.

You pace around the field, the only member of your entire group in the “foreigner section.” You hated it. Sure, it was nice to talk to others who spoke your native language, but, you wanted to be with your members- you wanted to participate with them and cheer them on. You wrapped your hair around your finger and gave a deep sigh, glancing around the field at the other “foreigners”. 

Your eyes caught onto a fair, brunette boy who seemed just as disappointed to be there as you did. 

Well, I guess I might was well try to settle in, you thought to yourself. You gave a shrug and picked up your umbrella, walking towards the boy. As you got closer your brain started to recognize him. Obviously he was an idol, but from where?

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Outlander Photo Recap S1E07, "The Wedding", Pt. 3

This is it, the home stretch, and I don’t mind saying that I enjoyed every freaking last 20 minutes of it, luxuriating in the gooey rewatches like a baby double-fisting birthday cake.

Small disclaimer for those of you hoping for nekkid funsies–you’ll have to Google. As I’ve mentioned before, I feel weird putting the actors’ bodies out there in still form, so I’m drawing a line there and I’ll try to cover the bikini bits. Probably NSFW. Read at your own risk. Part 2 here. Onwards.

Jamie tells Claire that after the way she kissed him, (full tiptoe) he had hoped she “did not regret marrying him, after all.” Her expression clues you in as to what she may be thinking.

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Busking - Luke Hemmings

Requested - no

A/N: I’ve had this stewing in my brain for a little while now so I’m glad to be finally writing it down.

Word Count - 903

“Next stop Union Station," the woman announces over the train tannoy.

You begin to gather up your things, your plastic bag of food, your rucksack and, most importantly, your guitar in its case. This is probably your favourite thing to do and it kills you that you only really get to do it about once a month. You’re going busking in the city, the only place you’re really comfortable busking since you don’t know anyone and if you mess up it doesn’t matter.

It takes about 10 minutes to walk from the station to your usual spot at the entrance to one of the little alleys/side streets on one of the main roads. You open up your case and begin playing. You’ve never really thought about whether you’re good or anything but it’s something you enjoy and people seem to enjoy it.

By around 1.30 in the afternoon you have gathered about 7 or 8 people all listening to you and you’ve already made more than you usually would. While playing your last song before you stop for lunch you spot a bundle of curls and a spark of blonde approaching you. The blonde pulls out a phone begins talking to it which causes you to giggle, that is until he flicks the camera round to you and you immediately shy away. He films you for a further 30 or so seconds before putting his phone down and watching you play until your done. You place your guitar down on a folded blanket to provide padding against the ground and you take a seat next to it, bringing out a sandwich from your bag.

"Hey,” you hear someone say and when you look up you see the blonde standing over you with his chirpy looking curly haired friend by his side.

“Hi,” you say, standing, but only to be polite s you feel odd having two, already very tall, guys looking down at you.

“Y-you’re really great,” he then says.

“Thank you, is there anything I can help you with?”  you question.

“Actually, you saw us, well me filming you, for uh, keek, sorry if that creeped you out by the way,” he proceeds.

“No, it’s fine I’ve seen far worse in the city,” you chuckle.

“Okay, do you mind if I maybe upload this?” he continues

“Yeah sure, as long as I don’t look like a complete idiot,” you smile.

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” he smiles looking down at his phone.

“Especially since on average about 2 or 3 thousand people will see this,” the friend speaks for the first time.

“2 or 3 thousand?” you widen your eyes.

“Yeah we’ve got a minor fanbase,” the blonde adds before finally giving you his name, “I’m Luke by the way”

“Ashton,” the other adds.


“[Y/N], nice I can put a name in the description,” Luke smiles.

“Do you busk around here often?” Ashton questions.

“Every now and again,” you reply. “What’s your… keek? I can look it up later”

“5secondsofsummer,” Luke answers for you.

“I’ll be sure to check you guys out,” you grin, having a surprisingly pleasant time chatting to these boys.

“Will we see you around maybe?” Luke asks.

“Maybe, but probably not,” you say as they turn to walk away with a laugh.

You finish your day and go home, tired and happy but before you go to bed you search the name 5 seconds of summer, the first thing you come across is their keek, the one of you specifically is the first you watch and it’s captioned ‘Found a beautiful busker today, she’s talented too, we wanted to show the world [Y/N] but we’ll have to settle for you guys’. You’re flattered but still you check out their youtube and they’re amazing, how could they have liked someone like you/ You spend a good few hours watching their stuff and just admiring how good they are, pity you didn’t get Luke’s number or anything.

A little less than a month later you’re able to return to do some more busking, You set up, prepared to be disappointed by the outcome of the day compared to your last but after only an hour or so you spot the spark of blonde in the form of Luke Hemmings. He spots you and freezes before walking over and watching you finish another song.

“Fancy seeing you here,” you grin.

“Yeah it’s totally a coincidence and not because I’ve been staying just down the road and I’ve walked past here every day for the past 4 weeks,” he replied, very honestly.

“Oh, coming off a little stalkerish,” you giggle lightly.

“Sorry, I figured I’ve got nothing to lose,” he shrugs.

“Well I checked you guys out last night,” you say. “You’re honestly so good, I watched your videos for an hour, maybe more”

“Really wow, can I ask, who’s your favourite?” he beams.

“I’ve got a bit of a thing for that blonde singer dude,” you reply.

“Oh really, you know he plays guitar too,” Luke adds.

“I saw that,” you laugh.

“Well maybe you wouldn’t mind giving the blonde singer dude your number,” he smirks.

“Or he could come see me at the end of the day and we cold go for dinner or something,” you suggest.

“I think he’d be fine with that, say 5 o'clock?” Luke nods.

“I’ll see him then”


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millipop  asked:

heya this is real cool! bellarke for: “I found your tumblr but you don’t know and ugh now you’re posting about your crush on this cute person oh wait is that me?” au

Clarke didn’t go looking for Bellamy’s Tumblr.

She would have, obviously. If she’d realized he had one, she wouldn’t have rested until she’d tracked it down, but it had never even occurred to her that he might. Bellamy just doesn’t seem like the Tumblr kind of guy. Clarke has one because she likes drawing and ranting about representation in TV shows, and while she knew Bellamy was someone who liked to get into social justice fights on the internet, she assumed his medium was Facebook or Metafilter or Twitter. Which is probably kind of sexist, but, well, Bellamy Blake. On Tumblr. It just does not compute.

And, honestly, she does talk about Tumblr sometimes. Not in a weird way, just the subject will occasionally come up in conversation; she’ll mention something that happened to one of her mutuals or some interesting trivia she saw, and Bellamy has never done the same or indicated he has any knowledge of the website outside of her blog. So if anyone had asked, Clarke would have said he didn’t have a Tumblr and moved on with her life.

But then he pops up on her dash.

It’s one of those posts where someone has put up some pictures of themselves in costume with a weird caption, and other people add their own costumed pictures in response. Bellamy’s right there in the middle in the Roman centurion armor Clarke helped Octavia and Raven make for him back in college, holding up his gladius. Her friend has even tagged it #that roman guy tho, when she scrolls down to look, and then she has to scroll back up and stare again, because–Bellamy Blake. On Tumblr. In armor.

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the WORDS I held back
why hello taylorswift !!! My name is Isabelle, and there are so many words I want to say to so many people but I can never find the right ones or the right way(s) to say them; to express them.  first, a little about me. I have 2 older brothers and I am from Rockville, Maryland. I swim year round and i have been playing piano since I was 3 years old-i love it. My birthday is December 25, 1996. (yes, Christmas!) Currently, I am a freshman at Loyola University Chicago. It’s a new city for me, I am quite used to DC and i am also pretty used to NYC as well. My mom and i try to go whenever possible. I love theatre, onstage or backstage, so i love going to broadway. I love laughing, seems vague but as i am writing this i am reminding myself that there is a one hour earlier time difference here because it throws me off regarding SNL..so used to it starting at 11:29…still adjusting. baby steps, isabelle, baby steps. 

here’s said little (not little…oops) story.

I remember at auditions for a school talent show a girl i looked up to sang a little tune called Our Song. I will never forget immediately loving that song as a…fourth grader? Honestly i forget what grade I was in. Anyways, I performed in the talent show with a classical piece on the piano, and this girl ended up performing A Place In This World, another song I love, and the reason for this last minute change of songs was that my school, a very catholic kind of guarded school, didn’t want the word “kiss” to be sung (“The first date: “Man, I didn’t kiss her, when I should have”“). Stupid reason, but hey, both songs rock. 

A few years passed and i always loved listening to this music whenever I could. I remember a performance of Fifteen, when i didn’t yet know the lyrics. I remember running upstairs to my room, grabbing the Fearless CD booklet and singing along. I remember watching SNL when you hosted and were the musical guest…also, you should know, i love SNL so much, another dream of mine to see the show live.

Speaking of seeing a show live…the Fearless tour came into existence! I’m from MD, so the go-to venue would’ve been the Verizon Center in DC. There was originally only one tour stop in DC, and I couldn’t go because of my 8th grade graduation. I was sad, but fear not! ANOTHER date was added the day before…alas, the day before my actual graduation ceremony we had a “mandatory” graduation dinner. I put quotes around mandatory because I mean, you had to go, but if you were dying or something obviously…don’t go. So: I didn’t go to the Fearless tour, but I saw amazing pictures and heard great things. 

Indirect Flashback Time!!! So a great family friend absolutely loved you as well and saw in concert when you opened for Brad Paisley…she, according to pictures i’ve seen, got to see the tour bus and met you, and what struck me were two things: 1) another family friend with blonde curly hair took a picture with you and she captioned it “hair twins”…and the other, 2) a signed picture that read (i believe) “to Heather-you have a beautiful smile-love taylor” such kindness. Her smile is awesome and she’s so pretty but you are so kind. i admire you for so many things, one of those major reasons being your love for everything and everyone. 

Time for the Speak Now tour! Guess who could go to this one? THIS GIRL. Verizon center, section 112, row G, seat 12. I had a fabulous time, i can’t really elaborate about it. Gotta admit though: a friend who I didn’t know too well at the time went both DC nights for that tour (and actually all of the tours you’ve had) got to meet you and was so happy. She has all these amazing opportunities and i tell her I’m jealous and stuff, which, come on, is true, but I am genuinely happy for her. She doesn’t meet people because they are “celebrities” (i hate that word…and in the singular form), but she meets them because she has these connections and why not use them if you are passionate about someone’s music or work in general?

RED tour! This is a funny story kind of…ish. So, once more, two tour stops in DC. I was a junior in high school….so stress was a realistic thing. (unrelated haha!) I kept annoying my mom by saying things along the lines of: mom, the concert is tomorrow, mom ticket availability is dwindling, mom please, okay ill wait, sure we can get them tomorrow…and she made it up to me. (spoiler: sneaky mom.) something along the lines of: lets go see that exhibit in DC and get chipotle. TOTALLY fine with that..love going to see anything art related with my mom, and chipotle? YES please. So we get off at the metro stop for the Verizon center, which is also pretty central for some museums and restaurants. So she lists the things we’re gonna do…and finally, seeing we are getting nowhere, she says “do you want to go to the concert?” My answer: “what? Yes, but what?” So i went to the concert and my mom is the best, not just because of this moment, but I mean it shows that she is the best. The seat I had for the Red tour concert was the best seat I had for any concert…i think it was section 100, row C…i forget the seat number! details, details..funny note: my mom later texted me, before Brett Eldredge came on, saying: “do you like the big red sign?”me: “are you in here?” She actually attended as well, along with 2 friends, another friend last minute couldn’t use them, so she was in a different part of the venue but we experienced your show together! That night, the night before mother’s day, you sang Never Grow Up, which is one of my mom’s, and my..favorite songs, along with Mary’s song and The Best Day, of course. So thank you for that.

another sidebar…i apologize! I have this ongoing struggle..not necessarily with being myself, although it relates to that, but with SAYING things. Overall, i think i am shy but when with people I love dearly and in the right kinda time/place, I can be funny and sometimes too sarcastic..and I talk quickly..which is funny because in class or most any other place i am silent…or close to it. Unfortunately, there have been several moments in the past couple years where i’ve had this “urge”, if you will, to tell someone my feelings…there’s one that pops into my head, i remember texting him, calmly placing my phone screen down…then proceeding to check it every other second. this one instant i am thinking of was actually followed by this guy responding..nicely..yes, rejecting it, but not outright NO. It was similar to an explanation..not a “no because you’re stupid”-esque answer, but more of a, “friends…college soon…not interested”-less of a blow on my confidence-esque response.  So i say these things. Trust me, I SO want to work up that courage to actually tell someone i sincerely like in person that i have these feelings.  How? 

It sometimes, in recent years, has seemed as if love is dying. I get it, with so much negativity it doesn’t seem like that fairytale exists anymore. I think it does, but it’s oh-so-hidden, Taylor, oh-so-hidden. I haven’t found a way to properly order my words in my way of explaining how i think about this, but I’ll try. I used to have this idea in my head that i wasn’t the type of girl that guys would like, and today I still kind of think that. I am someone who, although meaningless, CONSTANTLY cares about what people think of me. (Not in the way that I would google myself if I was “famous” or something because I don’t wanna look for more flaws that I don’t need to pay attention to because it enlarges them if I tug at them with my heart…) I guess I wish I could know what people were thinking of me. Literally all the time. I tend to overthink small things, which is part of the reason why i identify with being a hopeless romantic. The slightest thing like a smile or quoting something from a movie and both of us laughing, followed by the text conversation with my friend…normally like: “hey i (still) like so and so….” she’d say “why”, oh cause he’s NICE is ALWAYS how it begins. Obviously I want someone nice, but i think it’s good that nice is still a vague thing. Nice people are all around. A snide look from a girl my own age tears at my mind, like, I imagine the worst thoughts possible…like whoever seemed to glare at me was sending me “ugh”-esque thoughts. SO what i think i am getting at is that I don’t think I will know if someone likes me back…or wants to talk to me unless I talk to them…I know I’m not confident enough to approach someone, unless I am already friends with them, and tell them flat out how i feel. I think today in our society fairytales definitely exist. However….they are hidden beneath OURSELVES….and fighting to be true. This is why I admire your genuine…ness. I thought there was a word like.. “genuinety” but I think I’m thinking of generosity…that too, though.

 I don’t want to just say thank you. But thank you. You are incredible. You have this natural beauty about you, and you are chic. Your music speaks to me in ways I can’t describe…specific lyrics just,..beautiful. I’ve never been in a relationship, but I see the songs through my ideas and you are so right. Thanks for always staying classy…remaining true to everything, empowering people; not just girls, but everyone. anyways…

I watched your yahoo livestream on my phone on the way to-WHAT-college…wait…what? Still hard to believe i’m in college… Go ramblers! Loyola Chicago! It paused a lot, but I obviously heard Shake It Off and love it. I am so happy for 1989…seriously, it is fanFREAKINGtastic! i don’t have tickets to a show yet, but i am still holding out hope for maybe seeing you when you hit the road for the 1989 tour!! You are so awesome…you are a great performer. I hear about what a good friend you are and that is amazing. I keep saying the word amazing. Just…thank you. 

dear taylorswift, you’re genuine. and i love you for that.  Being genuine is so truthful and peaceful…i love it. Not gonna say I wish i could struggle less with being myself, but i think it’s hard for anyone. Just…thanks for being genuine and showing it; pushing the limits in a classy, timeless way. Quite recently, a couple weeks ago…i returned here, to college, after Christmas break. Needless to say: it was so difficult for me. I was a mess. No, i still AM a mess. i loved being home, of course…and now here i am…just numb. Sad. And today, the second day of recruitment for sorority life…i got a call saying I “was not invited back”…getting that call? well, i didn’t really mind, because i was having doubts about going through the process myself. I was already struggling with being back at school, and here is a large group of girls who I spoke with for HOURS yesterday telling me they don’t want me. Maybe I’m spinning it a weird way to get sympathy for myself, but I don’t think so. I gave it a shot, and I was happy about doing it. Yes, my decision got a lot easier since I didn’t even have to go back (“was not invited back”) but I just felt that it was reenforcing my feelings of not wanting to be here. just thank you for being so true. so genuine. so classy…..and yeah, so everflippingly chic. 

love you so much. 

one of my favorite things to say, and you do it well, “stay classy.”

so much love,


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taylorswift love ya girl.