#bibliophilekeely

[masonbellamy]

Touring Europe | Keely & Mason

@bibliophilekeely Mason knew he would have a little bit of down time in France prior to the start of the tour. It was then that he planned on some alone time with Keely, tkaing her to one place he had previously visited, and one he thought she might appreciate if nothing else: The Shakespeare & Company Cafe. He was running on little sleep but it was typical for him when he was touring. The interest in showing Keely and having some time away from his band mates, his manager and the roadies was a relief. Rolling over in bed, Mason kissed her on her neck--his stubble bristling her skin as he softly crooned, “Wake up, sleepy heaaad...I’ve got a little surprise for you today.”

[alex-temple]

OOC: If you would like your character included in the costume contest, please either submit or IM me a picture of the costume by October 27th so that I can make a poll for everyone to vote. :) 

@hennathroughthelens @surge-rodriguez @marriagelawamelia @alexandervonbauer @dorffmatt @mlawleviprice @pandorassbox @valentinamontero @ryan-andersen @nerdyeric @ryanxthexrichxkid @runoncallie @drdaina @rileypark @isaamghazani @mamie-sheehan @iragoldstein @mralbyoriordan @sebastian-arroyo @masonbellamy @bibliophilekeely @willthebaker @nursedorothy @milacoleman @raquelxcardoso @leilaxfavreau @sambyrd @teacher-perla @activatebekket @mrevanoriordan @beautyguru-audreyz @cruztenning @ellatheprotestor

[angelreports]

@bibliophilekeely

“And on today’s episode of Angel and Keely, we have tubs of ice cream and lots of crying.” 

Whats their best feature?

Their laugh! It’s so contagious 

What’s their worst feature?

Pfft as if they have one! 

If they’re married, are they reaching or settling?

Married to this hella cute dude who treats her right so that’s okay in my book. 

Whats their worst habit?

Sorry can’t think of any.

Whats the most ridiculous thing they’ve ever done or said?

That they’d be able to hide me where Surge cant’ find me. Good luck sis! lol 

If the law had forced you and your friend to marry, what kind of marriage would you have?

A nerdy one. Imagine the books! 

If they were sorted into a Hogwarts house, where would they be? And why?

Ravenclaw? She’s definitely the creative type. 

Why is their friendship important to you?

Keely is always there for me and she’s been such a huge support. I’m so appreciative I have her in my life. 

[rileypark]

THE QUESTIONS:

Be the first one to die in a zombie apocalypse: @sambyrd this one is so obvious that I’m surprised people are even going for someone who looks “innocent” or “good��� instead. That guy, around all the gore? goner.

Most likely to survive a zombie apocalypse: @mlawleviprice, obvious again. I’m sure he has the best survival skills out of everyone. Although he could also be the first one to go, if he’s trying to protect too many people at once. I’m sure he’s heroic that way.

Most likely to join the mile-high club: @bibliophilekeely, if she hasn’t already. Not that sex on a plane is anywhere near as exciting as people make it out to be.

Pass out when their child is being born: @ryan-andersen, if he’s in the room near the bloody vagina, perhaps.

Most likely to become a supervillain: @alexandervonbauer, he certainly has the money for it. 

The person most likely to end up in handcuffs after a party: Everyone’s old enough at this point  not to embarrass themselves like that. Come on now.

Most likely to get arrested for public nudity: Again, really?

Most likely to get chased by a dog: @masonbellamy, it’ll end up as part of his zoo afterwards.

Who’s most likely to wake up still drunk: @mamie-sheehan  not because I think she’s a drinker, quite the opposite, she seems like someone who wouldn’t hold her licor that well, or not be used to drinking a lot.

Most likely to become a stripper: @offrequentfighter I know the wild things you did in college, this would be way more normal than that

The person most likely to scream when changing a nappy: I don’t think anyone would be that terrified or grossed out, would they? all I can think is @alex-temple

Spend all their money on something stupid: @isaamghazani wasn’t he the guy who seemed incredibly excited over a flying car?

Most likely to win America’s next top model: I fail to see why the accomplished women in this place would even want to compete in this. @drdaina if the season only included short people, I suppose. Other than that, @leilaxfavreau is the only one tall enough. And I would think a photographer like @hennathroughthelens would know the right way to earn the best pictures every week. And now I’ve spent more than five minutes on this hypothetical scenario I never wanted to think about.

Most likely to be a secret government spy: @nerdyeric , he’s always  asking questions, and although I’m sure it has to do with his scientific mind, he’s the only one I can think of.

[nerdyeric]

TASK NINE : MOST LIKELY

Be the first one to die in a zombie apocalypse: @bibliophilekeely (Since I can’t pick myself)

Most likely to survive a zombie apocalypse: @surge-rodriguez (Have you seen him fight? Enough said.)

Most likely to join the mile-high club: @ryan-andersen ( 😉 )

Pass out when their child is being born: @willthebaker (Only because you love Dorothy so much!)

Most likely to become a supervillain: @dorffmatt (Personally I think he’d make a great superhero, but that wasn’t an option.)

The person most likely to end up in handcuffs after a party: @offrequentfighter (Something about him says he’s already been in this situation)

Most likely to get arrested for public nudity: @isaamghazani (He seems like the kind of guy that would be up for anything)

Most likely to get chased by a dog: @drdaina (I can see you one day having a house full of puppies)

Whose most likely to wake up still drunk: @mralbyoriordan (He’s Irish and he owns a pub, so I’m assuming he knows how to party.)

Most likely to go to become a stripper: @alex-temple (She’s a dancer, so that’s kinda like the same thing, right?)

The person most likely to scream when changing a nappy: @mamie-sheehan (She’s just too innocent. I can’t even imagine her changing a diaper.)

Spend all their money on something stupid: @rileypark (She’s an investor, so it could happen. Also, what else do you do when you live in a mansion?)

Most likely to win America’s next top model: @hennathroughthelens (The obvious choice, of course.)

Most likely to be a secret government spy: @leilaxfavreau (She knows too much.)

[mlawleviprice]

Mlawtask9

Be the first one to die in a zombie apocalypse: @iragoldstein

Most likely to survive a zombie apocalypse: @surge-rodriguez

Most likely to join the mile-high club: @leilaxfavreau

Pass out when their child is being born: @runoncallie

Most likely to become a supervillain: @alexandervonbauer

The person most likely to end up in handcuffs after a party: @a-j-granger​

Most likely to get arrested for public nudity: @isaamghazani

Most likely to get chased by a dog: @pandorassbox

Whose most likely to wake up still drunk: @offrequentfighter

Most likely to become a stripper: @ryan-andersen

The person most likely to scream when changing a nappy: @alex-temple

Spend all their money on something stupid: @hannahxxswan

Most likely to win America’s next top model: @mrevanoriordan

Most likely to be a secret government spy: @bibliophilekeely

[cooper-bishop-blog]

Task 7: Guesses

Mermiad of NYC: @bibliophilekeely Beavercage: @hennathroughthelens VeniVidiVici: @willthebaker xoxo GossipGuppy: @alex-temple PlayersGottaPlay: @ryan-andersen thedevilwearsprada: @themarriageoffice DotDotDot: @nursedorothy

[mamie-johnson-blog]

guesses 

Mermaid of NYC - @bibliophilekeely

DotDotDot- @willthebaker VendiVici...- @alex-temple

WittyANDGay- @trxcemonroe

[masonbellamy]

Text | Mason & Keely

Mason: So... I don't know if you're on Instagram or not but I adopted a puppy today.

Mason: I still haven't given her a name yet though. Wanna help me out? My followers on Instagram weren't that helpful.

[masonbellamy]

Phone Call | Keely ⇄ Mason

Mason: [runs a towel over the top of his head as he holds his phone to his ear]

[masonbellamy]

One & Only | Keely & Mason

After getting off the phone with Keely, Mason scooped generous amounts of cookie dough into each of the two bowls he’d taken down and stuck the rest of the tub back in the freezer. The apartment was quiet with its common rooms dimly lit for the night. Knowing that she would be up in a matter of minutes, he left the bowls on the counter and headed to the door to greet his soon-to-be wife. Anxiousness shot up through him but he breathed it out and reached for the door handle, opting to stand in the doorway to greet her.

[masonbellamy]

Private | Mason ⇄ Keely

Mason walked beside his taller and more muscular head of security as they entered the apartment complex, seeing a couple of police cruisers double parking out front. Had they arrived before him, he and Tim probably wouldn’t have been let into the building but they made quick strides down the hallway until they reached the door marked ‘8′. Mason rapped on the door and strained to keep the frustration out of his voice as he said through the door, “Keely, it’s me. Mason.” Behind him, Tim quietly reminded him, “Be cool, Mase. She’s gonna more scared and upset than you are.”

[masonbellamy]

Text | Mason ⇄ Keely

Mason: Where are you?

Mason: I saw your post online.

Mason: And is that dipshit out of your apartment?

[masonbellamy]

Keely & Mason’s reception | May 18, 2017 Midtown Loft & Terrace; Manhattan, NY

Reception menu: Vegan/vegetarian-friendly sweet potato bruschetta Beef burger sliders Shredded chicken, carne asada & carnitas street tacos

Open bar beverages: Champagne Guinness beer Ginger ale Lemonade Coffee Water

Cake tiers: Top tier--white chocolate raspberry 2nd tier--vanilla 3rd tier--lemon poppyseed Bottom tier--chocolate

[masonbellamy]

Keely & Mason’s reception | May 18, 2017 Midtown Loft & Terrace; Manhattan, NY

Reception amentities & entertainment: Open seating Stemless glasses & chocolates ‘Thank you’ favors Photobooth & props DJ & dance floor Outdoor terrace space

[masonbellamy]

Wedding Day | Keely & Mason

Mason’s mothers took turns fussing over him as he stood in front of a mirror where his reflection was almost entirely blocked. His mom, Michelle, was straightening his bow tie while his mama, Lisa, was pinning his boutonniere in place. The layers to his tuxedo were making him a little warm--or at least it was what he tried telling himself as he was prepped and complimented by his parents. When he was certain that they had done more than enough he finally placed a hand on theirs to stop them and cast a gentle smile, “Thank you both. I don’t think I could be any more ready though so if you wanna head out and get your seats, I won’t be far behind you.” His mothers seemed to get the hint and after giving him a careful hug so not to smudge makeup on his tux, the two of them took their leave from the small room and gave their son a moment alone. For the first time since getting dressed for the occasion, Mason looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was slicked back and his usual facial stubble was professionally trimmed down hours before. Much to his surprise, he wasn’t as nervous about the day as he thought he might be. There was even a part of him that felt he and Keely would be alright despite having just a little over a month to get to this point. After a deep breath and a small tug at the hem of his tux jacket, Mason headed out of the Sunday school room-turned-groom’s men room and made his way to the church’s sanctuary. The double doors were propped open and their many guests--family and friends of theirs--were seated inside. The coordinator was standing nearby to cue the bridal party on when to start down the aisle runner, and after confirming that they were ready to start, she gave Mason the go-ahead nod and he listened, making confident strides to the altar to wait beside their officiant.

If you had asked Keely a year ago if she had ever thought she would be getting married within the year, she would have thrown whatever book she was reading at you. The idea of marriage was just something she read about in books, content to never get her dream wedding, mostly in part because it was so intricate and would cost her family quite a bit of money. She had had only one serious boyfriend, never really finding the need for a significant other when she was in a relationship with her books. But all that had changed eight short weeks ago. Now here she stood, in a beautiful gown, her face made up and her hair actually brushed, just mere minutes away from marrying a man that had been arranged for her by the government. The only silver lining to this is that she and Mason actually got along, and if she was being truthful, she had certainly developed feelings for him in the short amount of time they’d been hanging out and planning their wedding. Her mom could tell she was nervous given that she was pacing back and forth, burning a hole in the floor. “Relax, Keel. Its going to be fine, my love. Mason is a great guy. You really lucked out.” She looked over at her mom and smiled, resting her head in her hands. “I’m so glad you guys are here. There is no way I would have been able to do this without you.” Keely said, biting her lip. She could hear the faint sound of their wedding song beginning to play and she sighed, looking over at her father. She gave him a loving smile and nodded, linking her arm through his. “Lets go give me away.” She chuckled, walking out the double doors, her breath catching as the entire church turned to look at her. Too late to turn and run now. She thought, her eyes locking onto Mason’s as she waited for her turn to walk down the aisle.

The music filling the sanctuary was a momentary distraction for Mason as he stood at the altar, catching the gazes of various guests. He was aware of the photographs being taken and the videographer recording the ceremony, but media hadn’t rattled his nerves. The small wedding party made their way up the aisle in gradual intervals but it wasn’t until his uncle and best man gently clapped a hand on his shoulder that Mason jerked his head and fixed his eyes on the back of the grand room. Guests were beginning to rise from the pews and turn to greet the bride. Upon seeing Keely, the once absent nervousness seemed to flutter up his core. In that moment, he was mesmerized and awed by her. Sure, the means by which they arrived at this point was far from ideal but in the weeks that they had become acquainted and prepared for the wedding, Mason had been charmed by his future wife and hopeful for their happiness together. He cast a closed-mouthed smile and kept his hands held in front of himself, holding one over the other at the cuff while he watched her approach.

Keelycould feel everyone’s eyes boring into her as she walked slowly down the aisle. There were whispers of Oh my gosh, she’s so beautiful and a few scoffs from who she guessed were fans of Mason’s. But she tuned all of that out, her focus only on Mason as she stepped closer and closer to her fate. This is it, Keel. Your big day. Sure it wasn’t everything you wanted, She thought, her eyes darting around the church before finally locking back on to Mason’s, a genuine smile on her face. But its close enough. As the final notes of the song died down, she turned to face her father and he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. “Who gives this woman away?” The pastor asked and Howard turned to look at Mason, as if to issue an unspoken threat. “I do.” He stated, giving her hands a squeeze before taking his seat next to her aunt. She smiled up at her soon to be husband and took his hand, her other one handing her bouquet to her mother. She walked up the steps to stand in front of everyone, her family, their friends, and told herself that she could be happy with him. She knew she would.

The music came to a slow fade once Keely reached him, the priest and their bridal party. Mason’s lips parted just slightly in a tiny grin but soon closed his lips and kept his smile soft as the officiant began the ceremony. He watched Keely’s father give her away and briefly made eye contact with Mr. Harper. Giving him a small, comprehensive nod in response, Mason’s eyes then locked back onto Keely. Although they were still getting to know each other, Mason knew that the law didn’t require parents to accept or give away their children at their wedding; he respected the support Keely was receiving from her parents and even more than that, he had come to care--rather effortlessly--that his soon-to-be wife be as happy as possible today. He extended his hand to her as Mr. Harper took his seat, and held onto it for the start of the ceremony. The officiant then addressed their guests with the usual, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of God to unite Keely and Mason in holy matrimony. If anyone objects to their union, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.” For that brief moment, the only sounds to be heard were the mild creaking of wood from the pews and the soft clicking of camera shutters going off. The officiant then went on to iterate general obligations and expectations that tended to come with marriage--support, trust, communication, and so-on, before bringing them to their vows and exchanging of their wedding rings. When asked for the rings by the pastor, Mason looked back to his uncle, who had been responsible for both bands and handed them to the pastor. The elder man held his hand open for Mason to take Keely’s ring, and then instructed the young singer to repeat after him. Mason was attentive and mostly calm as he stated, “I, Mason, take you, Keely to be my wife. To have and to hold from this day forward; to honor and cherish in sickness and in health, to love and respect until death do us part.” With his vows spoken, Mason carefully placed the band above the engagement ring on Keely’s appropriate finger.

Keelyknew that technically since the marriage was arranged, her dad didn’t have to be the traditionalist and give her away but that had been something he’d wanted to do, almost as his way of saying that he approved but also so he could give Mason the talk that he gave to every boy Keely dated. The ‘she’s my only daughter and my world. If you hurt her, they’ll never find your body’ speech. Keely couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped when she saw the look her dad gave Mason and she shook her head, looking over at him and crinkling her nose. With her second book complete and on her dad’s desk, she had finally had time to sit and think about everything that would now be required of her once she said her I do’s. She would be expected to start a family within the year and while the topic of divorce had not been discussed, she wondered if perhaps Mason would want to get this whole thing annulled once he went back on tour. It was hard to sell tickets to screaming fans and keep up appearances when you had a ring on your finger. Not to mention that she could potentially be a subject for his fan’s wrath. She shook her head, needing to clear her thoughts and took Mason’s hands, all those bad ideas she had swimming in her head had disappeared, at least for the time being. When it came time for her to say their vows, she took his hand, hoping that Henna couldn’t see how much she was shaking. “I, Keely, take you, Mason to be my husband. To have and to hold from this day forward; to honor and cherish in sickness and in health, to love and respect until death do us part.” She let out a breath of relief as she placed the ring on Mason’s finger, a small smile crossing her face as she linked their fingers together. “Keely and Mason, friends and family here in attendance, by the power vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The pastor said, turning his head to look at the two of them. “You may now kiss the bride.”

That nose-crinkling smile was something Mason had quickly come to adore about Keely, from the moment they first met for lunch. It always seemed to be contagious enough to make him smile back. He felt a bit of the tremors in her hand as he slid the thin, rose gold band on her finger to join her engagement ring. Once it was secure on her finger, he gave her hand a gentle, assuring squeeze and kept a steady gaze on her, attempting to silently communicate to her that they were in this together--that he understood that none of this was easy and he wouldn’t leave her hanging out to dry. He only let her hand go long enough for her to place his band on his finger and after feeling the weight of it in place, he resumed holding her hand and gave her a sweet smile. His self doubt attempted to creep up on him but to quell it, he repeated the pastor’s words back to himself in his mind and kept his eyes on Keely. No matter what he was previously told, he was here and now, he was someone’s husband. Over the past several weeks, little by little the thought of “It could have been worse” was being chiseled away by “Thank goodness it is her”. And when they were announced to their gathered guests as husband and wife, Mason knew that Henna would be capturing what was to come next; he decided to make it memorable. With capable hands and strong arms, Mason gently tugged at Keely’s hands to draw her near as he stepped to her. He bowed hand tilted his head to meet her lips and as he did, those same, sturdy arms came around her back--one low and one high.In a near-effortless turn of their bodies, the singer dipped Keely, earning them claps, whoops and cheers throughout the sanctuary. He was careful in standing her upright again once the kiss ended, and a few seconds later, the officiant introduced them for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Bellamy.

Keely couldn’t believe that the wedding they had thrown together in just 6 short weeks was almost over. She was almost married to an amazing man and even though she’d been opposed at first, she was incredibly happy. She felt like she had lucked out because it was clear that they got along well, they were able to compromise and she hoped that one day, they could maybe even love one another. She had certainly developed a crush and the idea of this marriage not working out in the long run wasn’t something she wanted to think about. Looking at the beautiful ring on her finger, she beamed, her face finally showing the emotion she’d bottled up for the sake of others. Their eyes met and she could feel all the thoughts that they couldn’t say yet coming through. She knew he took commitment seriously and while a modicum of self doubt lingered in her mind, she felt as though they were going to make it through all this, they would stick by one another through the good and the bad. And it could get bad. There would be fights, arguments, long nights at home alone, but she felt as if they would always make it through. When the pastor finally announced they were husband and wife, she felt her heart start beating wildly. This was so silly, it was just a kiss. It was just for show, to appease the government. When she was pulled closer, she focused back on Mason, biting her lip as he leaned in. She closed her eyes and waited, a gentle brush of his lips, his hands on her back… and then she was falling. Her eyes closed tighter and her mouth opened slightly, her breath catching in her throat. She was still kissing her husband, she was safe in his arms and she relaxed a little, trusting that he wouldn’t drop her. When he broke the kiss, and they were safely standing upright, she slapped him lightly on the arm, a laugh escaping her. “Jerk.” She whispered, shaking her head as she grabbed his hand to hold.

As soon as they were announced as Mr. and Mrs. to their guests, Mason smiled and then cast a toothy grin, forgetting for just a moment that they had to do this. It was easy to do when everyone seemed genuine enthused about them being married by show of applause. The thought passed almost as quickly as it came thanks to the swat on his arm by his new wife. He threw his head back laughing and then leaned in to chuckle near her ear, “You liked it.” Still keenly aware of the filming and photos taking place, Mason listened for the music to start again, cueing them to start back down the aisle again. He gave Keely’s hand another gentle squeeze in preparation to escort her back down the aisle. The wedding ceremony was over, and they now had their far less formal reception to look forward to. On their way out, he continued keeping his voice low for only Keely to tell her, “You look stunning by the way.” Parked outside for them--per Mason’s request--was a jet black and navy Rolls Royce decorated from its hood to each of the front doors with thick, champagne-colored bows and ribbon. The driver greeted them and held the door open. Mason was asked to get inside first so to be able to assist Keely with her getting in, while the driver lent her a hand from outside the vehicle. “Looks like we’ll be signing the marriage license at the reception.” The driver got in as Mason shifted in the back seat to look more directly at Keely and ask her, “Ready to go?”

Keely couldn’t believe it was finally over. All the prep work, finding the perfect dress, making sure she looked stunning so as to blow Mason’s mind, and the ceremony came and went as fast as a tornado tearing through a cornfield. Was she really married now? Had that actually happened? She was numb to the noise and the people, only vaguely aware that they were heading towards the front of the church. She kept looking down at her hand, where the beautiful engagement and wedding bands rested on her fingers and she couldn’t help but smile. It had happened, and it felt good. She knew initially it was just an arrangement that they were forced into but in those eight short weeks, Keely had learned so much and it felt good knowing that she would be in good hands. That she could trust her partner and know he would have her back. Hearing the warm breath on her ear sent a tingle up her spine and she laughed, nodding her head. “I hope it made for a good picture.” She laughed, blushing softly when he complimented her. “So do you. I mean, you look good. Can a man actually look stunning or is that simply a female compliment?” She laughed, not exactly sure why her nerves had reappeared. The hard part was over, they had already fulfilled the conditions of the law. So then why didn’t that make her feel better? When she saw the car that would take them to their reception, she smirked, shaking her head. Leave it to Mason to make a memorable exit. Keely just laughed and stepped inside, taking his hand, her eyes wide at his next statement. “Don’t you have to sign that before you get married?!” She looked around, rolling the window down and waving to everyone before nodding. “Yes! Let’s go eat cake!” She laughed, scooting closer and resting her head on Mason’s shoulder.