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first time having sex with eddie pleasepleaseplease

bug's blurb sleepover (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)! 18+

The first time you and Eddie have sex, he gives you a paper ring.

It’s made of the delicate wrappings of a straw. He’d gotten it for his drink at the diner, ripped off the end of it, and blew it square in your face, then laughed when you tried to do the same to him.

You couldn’t get the trajectory quite right, though, and decided to count your losses.

When he retrieves the pieces of forlorn trash from your end of the table and twirls it around in his hand, you figure he’s just fiddling with it. That it’s some absentminded thing he’s doing because his mind is always so preoccupied with one thing or another. Then he reaches for your hand across the table and takes hold of your left hand. 

Your fingertips are ice-cold, he finds, from where they’d been clutching the ribbed glass of your milkshake. He holds onto them anyway, and slips the twisted piece of paper onto your fourth finger. It’s tied at the top like a ribbon with a large knot at the center like a ring. 

You don’t realize the sentiment in it at first. You think it’s some party trick, like tying a cherry stem with your tongue or making a paper crane out of a napkin. 

Then Eddie smiles at you, a big, dumb, and sparkling grin — “Let Henderson try to make fun of us now, sweetheart. It’s finally official.”

Your eyes widen at the realization. 

Eddie used to call you his wife as a joke. It started as a way to get free meals at fancy restaurants you couldn’t afford. Then he saw how it made you blush and he did it just to make you laugh. It became a habit he couldn’t break sometime thereafter. The rest of Hellfire teased him to no end about the whole thing.

But it’s official now, or so he says. And you know it’s not real, not entirely, but suddenly you’re sad that it isn’t. 

Eddie steals your milkshake and lifts the lip of the glass to his mouth rather than use the straw. He smears whipped cream all over the tip of his nose and his cupid’s bow. You realize you can’t imagine spending your life with anyone else.

The thought doesn’t scare you as much as you thought it would. And you know that you’re just a couple of kids who don’t know a single damn thing about the world, but you know that yours would be so empty without Eddie in it.

You keep the ring on the rest of your lunch and flaunt it like it’s the real thing. It may not be made of metal with a too big diamond at the center, but the sentiment feels the same.

He takes you back to the trailer a little while later. Eddie makes sure to tell you how pretty you look sitting in the passenger seat of his van while he goes a world over the speed limit. You scold him for not paying attention and he blames you for distracting him.

Wayne’s truck is gone from the drive when you get to Forest Hills. It’s the first time you’ve had the trailer to yourselves and the realization sends a sick feeling swirling in the pit of your stomach — an elation, an apprehension, a shiver of anticipation.

And things weren’t tense exactly, nothing between you and Eddie was ever tense, but it was a foreign edge of a different kind. Things were unusually charged, like, sexually. It was just the thought of having the place to yourselves, of what couples usually did when they were alone. It left the both of you silently stewing over whether or not to take advantage of it all.

But you manage to keep things fairly innocent despite the distant, lingering libido that purrs like a roused sleeping dragon in the backs of your mind. 

The post-lunch fatigue hits the both of you like a ton of bricks, and you peel off what little you’d put on for your short trip to the diner most innocently. In nothing but oversized t-shirts and less than sexy underwear, you crawl into his bed and slip off to sleep without thinking.

That, coincidentally, is when things bubbled over.

You wake first some hours later. The setting sun has started to coat Eddie’s bedroom in various shades of orange You rise only because of the way the boy shifts behind you, sliding his hips over your back and gripping your waist with his fingers only for them to go lax a moment or so later. 

He tangles himself with you and it’s all perfectly normal. Eddie tends to shift in his sleep and the only way he can ever be content, it seems, is when he’s holding you like a teddy bear.

What isn’t normal, though, is the very apparent erection nudging at your lower back. 

“Eds…” you murmur, voice still groggy and heavy with exhaustion despite your alarm.

The boy, still half asleep and unknowing of the brick in his pants, mumbles back a lazy “hm?” 

He shifts again as he becomes more aware of his surroundings. It isn’t until his sensitive cock brushes against you that he notices how alarmingly hard he’d gotten in his sleep. He tenses, utterly mortified, before he feels you rock back against him. 

It’s intentional this time, knowing, and it lessens his fear but certainly not his hunger.

You press yourself further into him and twist your neck to look over at him. With tired eyes and heavy mouths, he shifts over you and catches your lips in a kiss. It’s lazy and slow, simmering with a cozy warmth. It doesn’t take either of you very long to wake up.

He presses a hand to your shoulder and rolls you onto your back, propping himself on his elbows to rest his weight on top of you. In your adjustment, lies a five-second pause that manages to feel like a moment’s blink in time and an eternity all at once. It’s as blissful as it is terrifying, the moment just before the kiss, the feeling when you know it’s about to happen.

Your eyes dart between his darker ones in a silent question. Eddie answers it with a searing kiss.

His knuckles brush against your buzzing skin as he strips you from the top you wear. You lift your hips to remove your panties after, while he rises to remove his own shirt. He tugs it up and over his pale torso, spotted with patches of hair on his chest and belly and fading tattoos.

“This was bound to happen, huh?” he jokes with a grin.

You bite back your own wide smile that threatens to take over your mouth and watch with twinkling eyes as he maneuvers his boxers down his legs without standing up. His hard cock bounces to his stomach, grateful to have been released from its confines. It glows an angry red at the tip.

“Are you complaining?” you retort playfully as he leans back over you again — both of you fully naked, bare chest pressed to bare chest.

The ends of Eddie’s hair tickle your jaw as he shakes his head. “Hell, no I’m not complaining, sweetheart.”

Lust swallows the two of you whole and blankets the room in a heavy heat. It’s all tongue and teeth and scorching touches. You flip yourself over for him suddenly, pressing your face into his pillow, and leaving the rest of you perfectly on display for him. 

Eddie is all too happy to admire the view as he takes you. His eyes remained locked on your ass, trained on the way you swallow his cock and how you meet his unpracticed thrusts with ease and diligence. His nervous hands are nearly numb where they clutch the dip of your waist. 

You peek over your shoulder at him, a playful and eager glint in your eye. Your smile widens when one of his hands lifts to swat your outer thigh. 

He was no stranger to this position — doggy style. In fact, the few girls he had fucked before you, he’d taken this way. But none of them were girlfriends. They were one-night stands from The Hideout or girls who used him to pass the time. He never minded how impersonal it felt before now. Because even with his cock nestled within you, closer than he could possibly be to you, the distance still feels like too much.

The breathless moans you exhale into the pillow cease when his hips still.

“Could you—  Can you, uh… Can you roll over?” he stammers, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

As lame as he feels in his request, you comply without thinking. 

You feel empty when he pulls out of you, warm again when he gets you on your back and looms over you again. You don’t mind when he presses his weight into you. Instead, you pull him somehow closer, catching him by his jaw to pull him into a devouring kiss that has him chasing you back into the pillows.

Your legs hook around his waist, keeping him locked into you though you writhe something fierce beneath him. Your hips roll with each of his unhurried thrusts, exhaling heavily against his mouth every time he presses into you.

“Eddie…” you breathe through lusted pants. “Please. I need… Need more.”

He doesn’t know why you’re begging. He’s never denied you of anything before. He doesn’t plan on starting now. Eddie wants to give you everything you want all the time — even when he doesn’t exactly know how to.

He ruts his hips harder than he had been before, with a pace far quicker than the relaxed thrusts he’d been given you. And it becomes obvious how greatly he’d undermined his strength when his pelvis presses into you and drives you up the bed. The crown of your head meets the wall with a dull thunk that echoes through the quiet, golden room.

Eddie stills immediately, blanching and gaping in fear.

“Ow,” you whine lowly, then laugh at yourself and him and the situation entire. 

You let Eddie cradle the back of your head as his fingers dance through the strands of your hair, rubbing gently at the sore spot of your skull. “Not that much, Eds…”

It makes him feel like a fumbling virgin all over again.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, wincing for you. He presses a sheepish kiss to the tip of your nose, rubbing the buzzing skin of your waist with the hand not pillowing the crown of your head. 

You’re healed instantaneously by all of the softness of touch.

“It’s okay,” you promise with a distant smile. “I asked for it.”

After your assurance (and then some), Eddie gets back into the swing of things. Distantly, he’s still terrified of hurting you again, but he gets so drunk on the praises that spill so effortlessly from your mouth to care. 

Your honeyed words are entwined with moans of his name and fragile whimpers as you near your peak. It catapults Eddie to his own orgasm. When you come, you do it with your fingers wrapped in the umber strands of his wild hair. Your walls flutter and tighten around his cock and your hands tug at his curly strands, hard — it drags him down right along with you.

He tenses and stills against you, whining and whimpering with his eyes squeezed shut. He fights to keep himself from bucking too wildly against you while you milk him and moan his name like it’s some prayer. You drive him crazy without even trying, reduce him to a puddle of nothingness with ease.

He flops less than gracefully beside you all over again, pale chest heaving with uneven breaths and curls clinging to his sweating forehead. The two of you fight to catch your breath.

You’re not looking at him. Your eyes have long fluttered shut as you revel in the aftermath of your orgasm, feeling like you’re not all there. A lazy smile pulls at the corners of your mouth and you exhale sharply, stuttering breaths in the place of a laugh. 

He can’t take his eyes off of you. You look ethereal and filthy, a heavenly being and a succubus from hell. He’s amazed by you, confounded at how an angel like you could wind up in his bed like this, somehow more in love with you than he had been just minutes before.

“I’m gonna marry you one day,” he promises out of the blue, voice heavy and far away from himself. 

And Eddie so often speaks candidly. He’s honest to a fault, saying things he knows he probably shouldn’t — but that? That catches even him off guard. 

But you don’t seem all that surprised by his words. They make you laugh, actually, eyes squinting and nose crinkling when you finally peek over at him.

Eddie’s still too far gone to laugh with you, but the corners of his lips quirky slightly.

“I thought we already were.”

You lift your left hand to remind him of the ring he’d tied to your finger just hours ago. The paper has slackened around the joint. The knot isn’t as tight as it had been before, hanging loosely at the knuckle. The edges are frayed and ripping in some places. But it’s still there.

And when it tears completely, he’ll make you another. And another. And another.

Until he can replace it with the real thing.

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i’m on vacation right now so i’m pretty busy but in my downtime i will try to get to all your lovely requests 💗💗

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hii i was jw if you wrote smut when it comes to requests? its totally okay if not!! i just wanted to know before sending anything in!!

hi yes i am!!!

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could you pretty please write more costar!reader? you are amazing and so talented💖💖

HI HI THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST i absolutely love costar!reader fics/blurbs❤️❤️

notes: bella is 18+, reader is an actor on tlou, kissing, all pronouns used

"bella!" you hiss. "stop it! i'm seriously starting to forget what the next line is."

"i'm sorry!" she’s in her ellie getup — hair in a ponytail, scruffy clothes, backpack on and all that. and hearing him speak in his accent as ellie seemed a bit funny. she laughs like she did nothing wrong, and in return she receives the finger from you. "ay, that's a bit rude."

bella’s not hurt or anything. they’re just messing with you. "what's rude is distracting me"

they make another face: tip of her tongue poking between her lips with squinted eyes and hands formed into the middle finger. but he obliges with a giggle and sits behind the camera, sparing your sanity as he lets you finish this one.

by the time the scene ends you're giving bella a soft punch on her shoulder. he winces, eyebrows furrowing. "what is that for?!"

"for making me butcher my scene," you shove her slightly. "i'll get back at you. just you wait."

they rolls their eyes at your threat, because they’re pulling on your belt loops, dirt on his face and hair all messy and tangled. they’re still handsome — freakishly attractive, even, as she kisses you as an apology.

she smiles against your lips, cheekily pocking her tongue in before she pulls back and tugs on the bottom of your shirt. "we'll see about that, baby."

"oh yeah?" you hum. you pull him into another kiss, smashing her nose on your cheek as he tilts his head sideways. he finally lets his tongue slip in, and you taste the faint flavor of the fruit snacks she ate earlier.

bella pokes on your side, wrinkling her nose at your squeal. "you better watch out, bubs."

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help. this is my side blog. how do i comment and stuff with it😭or is that just not possible??

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BELLA RAMSEY GIRL KISSER ‼️‼️‼️

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for my bella works would you guys prefer for the same pronouns to be used throughout the whole thing or do you want it to be switched up??

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Hi! First off I’m actually obsessed with your Bella stuff!! Secondly I’d love a little blurb where she plays with the readers hair and the reader gets all sleepy. Thank you!!

tysm for reading!!!🥹

saturdays bring you into a serene daze.

there’s nothing but the low volume tv and her soft breathing filling your ears, as well as her soft laughter at a line that’s only funny because the laugh tracks tell you so.

you have your head on his shoulder, eyes dripping in languor, rendering everything around you blurry in sleepy tears. bella, who’s been sitting with you in silence for hours and enjoying each other’s company on the unoccupied day, has his hand ever so softly running through your hair.

when your yawn is heard, he pulls away to get a better look at you. there’s hardly any tiredness in his eyes, mainly because he finds the show entertaining and enough to keep him awake until he wants to. he smiles at your sunken eyes, lids slowly dipping.

“hey,” they murmur. “sleepy?”

“mfh,” you gently rub your eyes. bella removes your fingers, a silent gesture of telling you not to scratch your eyes and kisses the tips of your fingers. “yeah, a bit.”

“doesn’t look like a bit,” he chuckles. “come ‘ere.”

he urges you to lay on his lap, cheek on their thigh and hands beneath them as he reaches for the blanket folded behind the couch and wraps it around your trembling frame.

bella’s hand, in all it’s dexterity, has untangled the knots in your hair by her gentle brushes. even so she runs his hand on your hair still, feeling your silk instead to bring more comfort in her quiet vicinity.

his hand’s a quiet lullaby that lulls you to slumber, faintly seeing the tv volume be lowered down to give you the sleep you’ve been craving for. the final seal of consciousness is the loving kiss they paint on your temple, hand never leaving your hair, and smiles when you close your eyes.

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𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒄𝒔 ୨୧

contains: friends to lovers / mini angst / pure fluff

warnings: this is my first post and english is not my first language so i apologize for any mistake in advance.

it would start with small hints they’d give you.

whenever you two were in an interview promoting the new series, bella would wait for you to sit first and then take the seat next to you to be close.

if that wasn't possible, they would steal glances at you from time to time but look away immediately the moment you catch them, pretending to be interested in the conversation with the rest of the cast.

when the interviewer asked you a question, all their attention would go to you and your soft voice.

bella wouldn’t even notice their actions. the need to take anything you gave them was almost natural.

they would unconsciously agree with whatever you said about the series and found themselves leaning forward to your direction whenever you spoke.

while being off screen, bella would try to start conversation with you. it was only a matter of time for you to start going out on your free days.

you two had so much fun together.

you would go out on little dates almost every day to the point fans started to ship you.

bella wouldn’t admit it, but they were secretly thrilled when someone mistook you as a couple. they would look for edits and save them in their secret tiktok acc.

when the nicknames started, you got each other kicking your feet and giggling on the inside.

while you called them “love”, they called you “babe” and “darling”. you both assumed it wasn’t serious but deep down wished it was.

you became their comfort person.

bella would find peace in resting their head on your shoulder while playing with your fingers.

some other times, they would hug you from behind while laying on the couch to watch a movie. they ADORED having you in their arms.

you would fall asleep quickly after bella started running their fingers through your hair. they just had that power over you. they made you feel safe.

the moment they realized you fell asleep, their mind would go back to thinking about you and how you made them feel.

it terrified them.

the idea of ruining your friendship and loosing you was way too much for bella. but they didn’t know what to do with the feelings they had towards you.

one day you would be outside on a date. you two tried to be as cautious as you could in order not to be recognized but the moment you heard your names being yelled, you realized you’ve failed.

pictures were being taken and fans quickly surrounded you. after the massive success of the series, the number of people who recognized you was so much bigger and it took you by surprise.

it was overwhelming.

you tried to put on a smile but the screams and phones being put on your face were too much to handle. bella noticed it.

they interlocked your fingers while holding your hand and that made you look at them. their gentle smile let you know it was okay, they were there with you.

that was enough to calm you down a bit. bella made their way through the people while repeating “sorry” and “excuse me”.

“y/n! bella! are you a couple now?” one of the fans asked and everyone there could hear it.

similar questions about whether or not you were in a romantic relationship were the only thing you both could hear and it made bella uncomfortable.

not of the thought of it. they just didn’t want to have that conversation with you because they knew they wouldn’t be able to lie about their feelings to you.

the way home was silent apart from casual comments and the background music from the radio.

when you arrived to their apartment, you didn’t know what to say. you noticed how bella reacted to the questions and couldn’t help feeling insecure.

“are you okay?” you finally asked them, looking for their eyes while playing with your fingers.

bella was deep in thoughts as well. considering every moment with you till then, debating whether or not it was the right moment.

“yeah, i… it just took me by surprise” they answered with a soft tone before gazing at the floor while you nodded in silence.

“if you… uh, you wanna talk about it?” hearing your voice shaking made them worry and look at you instantly. “i understand that it made you uncomfortable and i’m so sorry. i can post something o-or say something in an interview. i’m so sorry”

bella’s heart broke at the sight of you and was desperate to comfort you. they closed the space between you and held your hands gently.

“what? no! no… baby, that isn’t-“ they stopped themselves. how could they possible explain what they were feeling without risking everything?

“it’s not that i feel uncomfortable because of what they said. i just… i don’t know how to explain this” bella started again but couldn’t find the correct words and it made you tilt you head in confusion.

“is something else going on?” your doe eyes looked at theirs and bella sighed shyly looking down. they could never hide something from you, if you looked at them like that.

“you can talk to me, whatever it is” you reassured them while caressing their hand.

“i don’t think i can” bella’s eyes finally found yours and you both noticed how close your faces were.

your voices were as low as whispers, creating such an intimate moment. you were worried you may be mistaking the situation but you couldn’t possibly move away for them now.

“y/n?”

their eyes took every detail of your face to keep them in their memory, fearing it could be the last time.

“yes?”

the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy with every second that passed.

“i like you.”

they confessed with closed eyes and a fast-beating heart that was about to explode off their chest.

there was a big amount of ten seconds of silence before a small giggle left your mouth. bella opened their eyes in confusion only to find yours glowing in happiness, stealing a nervous smile from their lips.

“i like you too” you replied with the sweetest smile only for and because of them.

your soft fingers traced their cheek as if their factions were made of glass, earning a sigh of relief from them and you noticed little tears in their eyes.

“i’m not dreaming, am i?” bella said with their adorable accent and cute smile and you knew you couldn’t wait another second.

your arms found their way around their neck while their hands instantly moved to hold your waist and pull you close till your foreheads were touching.

you two stayed like that for a little while, just enjoying the moment. you waited for too long.

“kiss me, dummy”

that needy whisper was enough for bella to close the small space between your lips, putting an end to their suffering.

they could swear they saw colors exploding the moment you kissed. your hands were playing with their hair and only then they knew they were addicted to it. bella was addicted to you.

the kiss would end with giggles from both of you. the realization of your feelings being mutual these whole time was funny then.

it lasted less than a minute because the need to kiss you again was bigger and their lips found their way back to yours as if they were their destined to be.

bella would be pure joy.

hugging you and hiding their face in your neck to smell their favorite scent and cherish you finally being in their arms as something more than a friend.

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and if i started using the nickname “bellie” in my fics/blurbs for bella because that’s what pedro calls her

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BELLA RAMSEY I WILL GET YOU THAT EMMY LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT

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can you write bella ramsey x singer songwriter reader ♥️

thank u for the request ily!

bella gently takes the guitar off your lap once you're done, looking at her nervously for some harsh criticism you hope she doesn't give you. but she’s bella — the shy, kind human who'd say any opinion in a voice so mellow you'd be confused if she was insulting you or not.

"so?"

they don’t say anything when you hear the soft thump of your hollow guitar hitting the ground gently. you bite your lip, gnawing on the dry skin with fingers rolling over each other.

until he suddenly tackles you to the bed, back hitting to mattress with the springs squeaking at the heavy impact of your joint bodies colliding with the bed. bella laughs, proud and gratified as he nestles his lips on your neck and keeps his arms around you.

"that was amazing, babe," he inhales your smell like a rose in a field, slotting himself between your legs to hug you deeper. "the lyricism. the melody. everything."

you're happy they love your work, the feedback never before heard in the entirety of your song writing life. you devotedly hug them back, letting your hearts beat on each other's chest as they sigh in contentment in your arms.

"i fucking love it," he leans up to look down at you, giving you a quick but loving kiss. "fucking love you."

"aw," you gently pat her cheek. "what a sap. i love you too."

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does anyone want another bella blurb/fic before tonights episode? 🫣

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i am NOT prepared for tonights episode like how will i continue on

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glue song | ellie w.

pairing ; ellie williams x fem!reader

wc ; 0.5k words

warnings ; just rlly sweet stuff, ellie having a sailor's mouth, pining, and ep. 7 spoilers!

note ; i had to make this or i would've sobbed :,D make sure to like and reblog if you enjoy!

the rain was so heavy you could barely hear ellie stomping into the office for punching someone. again.

but you still heard it

you felt bad. ellie was constantly getting herself in trouble for defending you. it gets exhausting after a while

once she's let out, you immediately drag her to your shared room to talk to her

"what were you thinking?! carol is like double your height!" you exclaimed, wide eyed

"first of all, ouch." she feigned injury, "and secondly, that fucker had it coming." already getting worked up again

you quickly grab her hand and squeezed it

"why don't we go to our place and just.. cool off?"

our place being the mall, the one fedra locked and boarded up because of "infected," knowing good and well it was cleared a while ago.

her face heated up the littlest bit as her face contorted into a small smile.

"sure, but only if you say so." she breathed out while swinging your hand.

and with that, you were unlocking your window and running on rooftops at midnight with the chilly air freezing your nose

at last, you arrived to the mall.

"yeah just," breath "give me a minute." ellie huffed out, absolutely winded.

you just chuckled in response and went to turn on the generator.

once she catches her breath you both walk around mindlessly

"ooooooh, take a look at this ellie." you tease

she turns her gaze from your sweet eyes to the store infront of her: victoria's secret

lingerie and skimpy undergarments litter the store floors and display tables

"woah-what the fuck?" she exclaims, wide eyed. "why would they even wear this stuff? it's probably not even comfortable." she questions

"you're right. cmon let's go this is getting boring." you begin to walk off and a nervous ellie falls behind

she takes a look in the store mirror and fixes her hair a bit, tugs her shirt on looser, and picks at some dirt on her face

"ellie!" you called, "you coming?"

she quickly retorted, "im right behind you."

fuck, she thinks. i cannot fuck this up

she catches up to you and then sees it: the carousel

it was illuminated with pretty yellow lights and accompanied with brightly colored horses

you press the button to operate and immediately drag her to one of the horses

"cmon," you laugh

her eyes soften when she finds your gaze and her cheeks begin to redden with her boasting laughter

you both get on horses side by side and just sit in the moment of bright lights and the slightest bouncing of the horses

once the ride stops and she takes your hand in hers while you both get off

"ellie.." you trail off, staring into her gaze, cheeks burning red

"i would never let anyone tell you bullshit, y/n. would never let my best girl get hurt." pouting, she pulled you a little closer and began touching you arms lightly

"oh ellie," you coo, leaning in for a sweet, soft peck on her lips. "were you always this sweet?" you giggle lightly while caressing her cheek

"only for you." she reassured while caressing your arms, leaning in for another sweet small kiss

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to all the bella ramsey lovers…. are you comfortable with smut or not? just wondering🫶

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soft bella headcanons? just need them for my soul🫶

soft bella headcanons for youuuu<3

• honestly would want to cuddle like always

• once you let him cuddle you that's it, there's no tearing him off your body. he's stuck like glue

• she’ll gets shy and turns red whenever you compliment her, it could be something as simple as saying he looks pretty and she’d be all smiles and tries to hide it from you but fails :,))

• his rings are his emotional support items and he gets so nervous when he misplaces them

• sends you photos of random things they sees that reminds them of you/ they thinks you'd like

• a cute cow? photo. wacky patterned socks? photo. food she ordered? photo. subway? photo. some flowers she bought? photo.

• super touchy

• always needs to have his hands on you, holding your hand, on your thighs, around your waist, he just needs to feel you close to him

• especially if he's hanging out with your friend and he hasn't warmed up to them yet

• when it's cold out, they hold your hand and puts it in their pocket <33

• loves it when you grab onto his arm when you're walking together

• when you're busy with work, she’d drop you off lunch

• loves loves loves forehead kisses!! whether he's giving them to you or you give them to him. just loves them

• as much as they love spooning you, they also love laying down with their head on your chest and you play with their hair

• he'd usually be asleep in 10 minutes after that

• hugs from behind!! <3 whenever you're standing doing something, he'd come up behind you and hug you, resting her head on your shoulder and kissing your temple

• words! of! affirmation!

• constantly tells you that she loves you, that she’s proud of you, that she’s lucky you're hers and you're the prettiest person on earth :,))