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williamswifey · 9 months
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do y’all ever read ur old works and wonder what happened to ur creativity 😭😭
n e ways im trying to get some fics out for u guys !! be on the lookout and send in requests 💞💗💓💘
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williamswifey · 9 months
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i just want you to know that you are precious, a special person i held deeply in my heart. your stories bring me joy and i always find myself coming back to read them whenever im sad. your stories feel like home and so does your blog. ilyyyy
omg !!! this actually warmed my heart so much <33 ily so much anon and you are the most precious thing ever actually !!
i’m so glad my blog feels like home and if you ever wanna talk my messages and inbox are always open 💓💞💗💞💖💞💖💘💘💘💗💗
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williamswifey · 11 months
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hiii omg i have been addicted to your fics ever since i found your account🫶 could i maybe request bella headcanons with afab!reader who has thick thighs? maybe i’m just a sucker for validation but i think bella would lowkey be really into it but also like really sweet about it😭 specifically cuddling omg
𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐗 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊!𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
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pairing ; bella ramsey x thick fem!reader
summary ; bella is a sucker for thighs. thank god your thighs are just what they’re looking for.
content warnings ; accidentally slightly sexual, mentions of insecurity
a/n ; YES. i was studying for an exam and went to quickly check my notifs,..but i saw this request and knew i had to do it in honor of my fellow thick thigh community ;)
a/n 2 ; i wasn’t sure if this request was requesting a more spicy or fluffy take…so i tried to incorporate a bit of both !! if requested, i’d definitely make a part 2 (but specify if you’d rather it focus on fluff or smut!!)
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one of bella’s favorite parts about your body was your thighs. the way they gently swayed to the rhythm of your body as you walked, and how deliciously plump they were.
bella was a sucker for thighs. there was no doubt about it. their hand’s favorite place to rest was on your upper thigh, feeling around the surface and massaging your skin gently.
you were well aware of bella’s fixation on your thighs. you loved the summertime, where you often teased bella—waltzing around your shared apartment in the shortest shorts you could possibly find.
bella, ever a gentleman, tried not to stare. but alas, they failed.
they knew that some days you felt insecure of your thighs, but they also knew that your thighs were an indication of how strong your legs were.
“babe-you’ve gotta own your strength,” bella would say gently when they noticed you examining your legs in the mirror after putting on a pair of shorts.
although you knew bella loved your thighs, sometimes you felt they were the only one who did. you felt much more comfortable in sweatpants, where the shape of your legs was concealed by the thick fabric.
but bella tried to help whenever they knew you were feeling insecure. they knew exactly how to make you feel loved and hopefully grow to love your body as much as they did.
there would be nights when the two of you were struggled up in your bed, their legs against yours. they knew you had a tendency to hide away your thighs, but bella tried their best to make their adoration for your legs known.
“y/n,” bella would whine, their tone slightly joking as they tugged on your t-shirt, “don’t hide those pretty thighs from me, love.”
you would watch bella pout at you, lips puffy as you rolled your eyes. a few minutes of protesting would go by, but just like always, bella’s hands would find their way to your thighs once more.
bella’s hands loved to roam. it’s not a secret, nor do they try to hide it. while in the beginning of your relationship they tried to be more discreet (ahem, gentleman), but at this point? the home of bella’s hands were when they were rested against your curvy thighs.
it didn’t matter where the two of you were, bella was unashamedly needy for you.
at an interview? bella’s hand was placed gently above your knee. hanging out with friends? bella’s hands were rested against your thighs. walking? hand in your back pocket. alone? well, that’s a story for another time.
bella loved buying you short bottoms. whether it was a mini skirt, or a pair of low waisted shorts—bella spoiled you like that.
it eventually came to the point you had to install a new dresser in the corner of your bedroom to store the steadily growing stash of bottoms you owned.
it was safe to say bella was obsessed. and it was even safer to say you were totally okay with it.
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williamswifey · 11 months
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I was just wondering, do you take requests?? If you don't that's completely fine. :) <3
i do!! send requests pls!! i love requests!! 💕🌷
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williamswifey · 11 months
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hiii i love all of your fics! could i request a bella ramsey x reader where the reader is part of a well known film like stranger things or a marvel movie and everytime bella and them are in an interview they gush about the reader’s character in the other film, which fans notice and think is adorable😭
𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘
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pairing ; bella ramsey x fem!reader
summary ; bella thinks you’re a fantastic actor and rants about it 🤷‍♀️
content warnings ; none, intense fluff
a/n ; sorry for the filler posts lately, i’ve been lacking in the creativity department for actual plots, so plz send in asks to get my creative juices flowing
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stranger things season four recently came out, and being one of the main characters, you had been extremely busy with interviews and premieres.
it was all so exciting, you loved seeing fans reactions to the show. you loved being tagged in fan edits, and you loved replying to dm’s and tweets.
just when the buzz from the recent dropping of the season began to die down, you and bella had been invited for an interview by vogue, to give a tour of your shared apartment while answering questions.
you had gotten the email from your manager while you had been finishing up a load of laundry, and you we’re static. you and bella’s relationship had gone public about a year ago, even though the two of you had been dating for longer.
there wasn’t much content out from the two of you, aside from social media posts. now that you thought about it, you and bella had never actually been in an official interview together.
sure, the two of you had been interviewed during premieres together, and the paparazzi took photos of you two together all the time—you had never actually sat down with them for an interview.
you excitedly walked downstairs, seeing bella curled up on the couch with a book in their hand. their head peeled upwards when you came into their line of vision, a small smile tugging at their lips.
“hi, darling,” they said in a soft voice, patting the spot next to them.
you grinned and laid besides bella, your head resting on their lap. bella began to play with your hair, successfully beginning to lull you into a gentle sleep.
just before you allowed yourself to slip into unconsciousness, your brain reminded you of why you went to find bella in the first place.
you opened your eyes, and rolled over to face bella. you gently pried the book out of their hands, placing their bookmark you bought for them on the page they left off at.
you yawned before you began to talk, causing bella to chuckle at you, poking your cheek.
“i thought you were a sleepy girl,” they said, tilting their head to the side.
“i am,” you said, rubbing at your eyes, before sitting up straight, “but i had something to ask you first.”
“oh?” bella said, their interest suddenly peaking as they leaned forward slightly.
“nothing bad,” you assured, taking their hand as you fiddled with their rings, “but i got an email from my manager, asking about a vogue interview with us. we’d have to answer a few questions about each other while showing them our apartment. i think it’s an awesome idea, but if you don’t want to it’s totally fine and—”
bella noticed you beginning to ramble as they placed their free hand under your chin, your eyes meeting theirs.
“i’d love to.”
you smiled, and made a mental reminder to email your manager back. in the meantime, you resumed your previous spot on bella’s lap, feeling their gentle hands against your hair as you fell asleep.
***
two weeks and days worth of cleaning later, you and bella were sitting on your couch, waiting for the camera crew and interviewer to arrive to your apartment.
your apartment was in the heart of los angeles, so traffic was always pretty intense, especially in the late afternoon. you were attempting to mentally prepare yourself to answer questions while bella scrolled aimlessly on their phone.
eventually, you grew bored of staring into space and looked over bella’s shoulder to see whatever they were doing on their phone. you giggled when you saw bella staring at a photo of you from your most recent press event.
“…bella my love, what are you doing?”
bella grew startled as their phone nearly flew out of their hands, face pink. however, bella wasn’t embarrassed about the fact they were looking at photos of you—in fact, they were proud.
“just looking at photos of you, reminding myself how lucky i am.” bella replied, and your face now turned the shade of pink bella’s was moments ago.
bella was such a sap sometimes.
“you’re cute, you know that?” you said, pressing a few kisses to bella’s face.
you two began to play fight, and a few seconds later, bella had pinned you to the couch, and was kissing your neck playfully while you giggled.
your fun was cut short by the doorbell. you groaned, sliding out from underneath bella as you made your way to the door, quickly fixing your hair and lipgloss.
the interviewer arrived with a camera crew, and you and bella began the tour.
***
after a brief tour of your apartment, the camera crew and interviewer got settled on your couch as they began to prepare you both for the interview.
they promised nothing too invasive or intense—but you weren’t worried. your manager promised your assistant had reviewed and approved every question on the list.
bella seemed to be a bit more jittery, and the obnoxious interviewer clearly took advantage of that—as they decided they’d ask bella a few questions first.
“so, bella,” the interviewer began, turning her attention towards bella, “have you gotten the chance to see stranger things season four yet?”
bella shifted in their seat. you honestly had no idea if they watched it or not, and their reply was a complete surprise.
“i have!” bella replied enthusiastically, beginning to fiddle with their rings the way they did when excited, “y/n was absolutely fabulous, as always. and her character? my god. i’ve never rooted for a protagonist more. y/n’s acting is incredible. sometimes i’d be watching the show in our bedroom while y/n was in the living room reading…and i’d just be like—holy fuck. i live with this person.”
bella’s response to you and your character had you blushing manically. your cheeks were bright pink as you fought back a smile, intertwining your hand with bella’s.
their eyes met yours.
“do you really mean that, bels?” you asked softly, heart fluttering as bella nodded.
“more than anything. but i have to admit, your character is way cooler than you,” bella joked, ruining the moment as you gently shoved their shoulder and playfully stuck their tongue out at them.
bella giggled, the both of you completely forgetting that the interviewer was still there, and the camera was still recording.
the two of you were quick to pull it together again, professional as can be.
“but, yeah,” bella said after a moment, “i saw stranger things and it’s probably my favorite tv show at the moment—but i might also be biased.”
this made a chuckle slip past your lips.
you rested your head on bella’s shoulder as the interviewer glanced at the pair of you.
“now y/n,” the interviewer began, “now i guess it’s your turn. i assume you’ve seen the last of us, so what did you think of it?”
your grinned was so large you felt your cheeks widen. as you opened your mouth to speak, you knew your words would rival bella’s previous in an instant.
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williamswifey · 11 months
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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘
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pairing ; bella ramsey x fem!reader
summary ; bella does an at home interview, and you overheard them discussing your relationship while they think you’re asleep.
content warnings ; none
a/n ; i was watching a bella ramsey interview and was inspired so enjoy this 🥹
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you blinked sleepily as your eyes fluttered open, rolling over to your right. while normally your head would gently hit bella’s chest, instead you found yourself brushing against an empty, cold spot.
this woke you up fully as you sat up in confusion. you yawned and stretched, and you could hear bella’s voice coming from the dining room. their voice was loud, much louder than it usually was when they were on the phone attempting to remain quiet while you slept.
however, you noticed bella’s tone was professional, the way they did whenever in public or when doing something work related.
oh.
you remembered last night bella had mentioned an interview early in the morning, and you had been half asleep as you hummed in acknowledgment to their statement.
you frowned. it was a saturday, and you loved saturday mornings with bella. you loved cuddling with them until noon, you loved brushing you teeth side by side. you loved cooking breakfast with them and doing chores while singing, and then rewarding yourselves with lunch and a movie.
however, bella wasn’t there for you to cuddle. the room felt chillier, and your feet softly padded down the hallway of your shared apartment.
you peeked your head out slightly, trying to get bella’s attention so you could wave to them. except bella was so into the interview, they were in their own world. you loved how serious they were about their job, and how respectful they were to interviewers.
you sighed, noticing bella had left a few windows open throughout the hallway. you closed them and went back into your bedroom to grab one of bella’s sweatshirts. it was long and fluffy on the inside and smelled so strongly of bella you could’ve mistaken it for the real thing.
when you returned to the spot you stood moments prior, you noticed bella and the interviewer discussing an entirely new topic: you.
“…yeah, as cringey as it sounds i never really felt i belonged until i met y/n. it was an instant bond—an instant warmth. it sounds cliché, i know, but…my heart was just drawn to her.”
“that’s beautiful,” the interviewer commented, “now tell me, how different do you think your life would be without y/n?”
you heard bella scoff at the question, as if it was a joke.
“i don’t think i could fathom a world without y/n. i definitely wouldn’t be where i am today—she’s pushed me to do the unthinkable.”
“do you think she feels the same way?” the man on the laptop asked.
“i’d hope so,” bella said with a giggle, “i mean, she’s asleep right now but otherwise i’d straight up go and ask her.”
“you live together? how’s that experience been?”
“it was the best decision of my life. getting to wake up next to y/n every morning—being able to see the little things about her, the things i wouldn’t have seen had we not lived together.”
you felt a smile grace your face. you bit down on your lip, and you felt your heart squeeze within your chest.
“your relationship is by far one of the most popular on social media. how have the two of you dealt with being in the spotlight?”
“um…it surprisingly doesn’t affect us much. because yeah—our fans see a lot of our relationship, but it’s really only what we want them to see. there’s still so much to our relationship that’s only for us to have, and that’s what keeps the spark going.”
you grinned to yourself, fiddling with the lose thread on bella’s sweatshirt. you listened for a few more minutes—even after the topic had changed. you loved watching bella at work, but you were exhausted and couldn’t fight the urge to crawl back into bed.
you had fallen asleep again, much to your distaste, though a soft hand running throughout your hair woke you up.
you blinked to see bella above you, smiling down at your sleeping figure. they noticed you stirring awake and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“my sleepy girl,” they said softly, “how did you sleep?”
“good,” you replied, “better now that you’re here.”
your hands interlocked with bella’s, and you remembered everything they said about you. it made your heart flutter as you pulled them impossibly closer.
“i love you, bella. you know that right?”
bella let out a hearty chuckle at your words.
“of course i know that darling, i love you too.”
“you promise?” you asked, sleep still fogging your brain, but your head was clear enough to know that you loved bella more than anything else.
“on my life,” bella whispered back, pulling the blanket over the two of you, ensuring that your saturday morning cuddles were still on track.
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williamswifey · 11 months
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘
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pairing ; bella ramsey x fem!reader
summary ; you and bella’s love story told through taylor swift’s ‘the story of us’.
content warnings ; angst
a/n ; this is a multiple part fic !! i will link the other parts below when they’re published <33 sorry for ghosting u guys, ive been so busy :(
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i used to think one day we'd tell the story of us
you and bella had been the internet’s power couple for years. countless interviews, photo shoots, and social media posts had your relationship broadcasted nationwide.
you thought they were the one, but you were wrong. oh, how you were so wrong.
how we met and the sparks flew instantly
you and bella had met at a movie premiere a few years back. you were there in support of your friend, they had been invited by the producer of the movie.
they didn’t know anyone there, and you noticed them immediately—their personality was brighter than anyone you had ever seen and you just knew you had to meet them.
lucky for you, they had been thinking the same thing. the rest was history.
people would say, "they're the lucky ones"
you remembered looking at your social media comments, usually flooded with support of you and bella. there were always edits popping up on your for you page on tiktok, and you knew people loved you and bella together.
i used to know my place was a spot next to you
bella was the first person that you never doubted. you knew they loved you, it was set in stone. whatever you needed, they were there with open arms.
until they weren’t.
now i’m searching the room for an empty seat
when you and bella split. your world was turned upside down. you were so good at putting on a brave face—but truth be told, you felt out of place.
you didn’t know where to go, you had lost your special place in bella’s heart.
'cause lately i don't even know what page you're on
it wasn’t like you and bella were on terrible terms. they still texted you every so often, and sometimes commented on your social media posts.
but they broke up with you, not the other way around. so what exactly did they want from you?
oh, a simple complication
you and bella’s relationship began to crumble after an argument one day. they had a tough day at work, and came home to find you on the phone with your friend.
you were giggling at something your friend said and hadn’t even noticed bella got home. jealously soared through them like a burning blaze, and they asked you to get off the phone
well—not asked. demanded.
miscommunications lead to fall out
bella wasn’t a very jealous person. sure, sometimes they got possessive—but it was never overbearing or something that posed as a threat to your relationship.
it was like something snapped that day. bella didn’t even hear your side of the story, but accused you of cheating on them. it was so absurd, you were at a loss for words.
you loved bella. you’d never cheat on them, where did they even get an idea like that?
however, bella took your silence as an unspoken answer declaring your guilt. they told you they loved you, but they needed space, and went to stay with a friend for a few days.
when they came home, they sat you down and apologized. still, they said that they needed to work on themselves and needed time away from you. they left you in confused tears, as they closed the door and never looked back.
so many things that i wish you knew
when you and bella split, the media knew immediately, even though the two of you agreed to keep your breakup quiet.
you were still in disbelief of your abrupt breakup. just a month ago, things were perfect. but now? everything fell apart.
you just wished you could explain, but something deep down told you that something had been wrong in your relationship for a while, and this situation had been the perfect time to end things.
so many walls up i can't break through
while you and bella kept things friendly, you were unable to get the answers you desired. why did bella end things so abruptly?
you knew them better than anyone. and you certainly weren’t dumb enough to believe the reason they broke up with you was to ‘focus on themself’.
now i'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking
you had been invited to an award show. bella had been invited to the same one. it was awkward, at first—especially because all the paparazzi could talk about how you two had both attended the award show—but separately.
it caused your heart to ache, and you missed bella. they looked gorgeous, as usual. you tried your best to fake a smile, and it was working.
the award show had been going smoothly for the most part—until dinner. while most award shows had designated seating—this award show was disorganized behind the scenes, with no seating chart.
normally this wouldn’t bother you. normally, you and bella would be together, and it didn’t matter where you sat.
you could’ve been sitting in the parking lot eating cold pizza, and you’d still be happy, as long as you had bella.
the room was crowded, with so many familiar and famous faces in the area. you had spoken to a few of them, making small talk and mindless conversations.
after a few rounds of small talk, you grew bored. you leaned against the wall and took a sip of your drink, your eyes landing on bella, talking with a group of people.
you watched them speak with such rigor, such enthusiasm. you wished more than anything that it could’ve been you.
and i'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me?
bella seemed unbothered but your breakup. they acknowledged you as if you were simply an aqaintance, and not someone who they’d known for years.
did they forget you knew everything about them? did they forget they knew everything about you? did they suddenly erase you from their memory?
you couldn’t lie and pretend you didn’t talk bella’s socials. you saw them living their best life, making new friends, getting new offers.
it was killing you to see bella so happy. you were happy for them, but a small part of you—the worst part of you, wished they weren’t.
you wondered if bella was like you—putting a brave face on for the world and breaking down at night.
it bothered you that you’d never know the answer.
i don't know what to say since the twist of fate, when it all broke down
you remembered your relationship with bella. it wasn’t perfect, but what relationship was?
was it your fault? had bella been going through something and you hadn’t noticed? your brain swirled with insecurities.
your life was picture perfect, down to the very last detail. but alas, your life’s track got derailed. everything snapped like a rubber band under too much pressure.
and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now
you scrolled through your photo album of bella. photos of them sleeping—you thought they were the most angelic sleeper ever, photos of them you had taken off-guard and giggled about with them, and photos of the two of you together.
you thought bella was the one.
maybe they were it for you, but you hadn’t been it for them.
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williamswifey · 11 months
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okay update: i found the draft i thought disappeared and im going to finish it sometime this week, so be on the lookout !! 👀
i also started another fic that im super excited to publish, its so fluffy and i’m just like <33
i just wrote half of a new fic and it disappeared into thin air and didn’t save, i promise i’m coming out with a fic soon!! just been super busy :(
moral of the story: make sure your drafts get saved!! btw im alive and just wanted to post this so you guys know im still active <3
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williamswifey · 11 months
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i just wrote half of a new fic and it disappeared into thin air and didn’t save, i promise i’m coming out with a fic soon!! just been super busy :(
moral of the story: make sure your drafts get saved!! btw im alive and just wanted to post this so you guys know im still active <3
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williamswifey · 11 months
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imagine the co-star!gf! reader and bella doing the lipstick trend on tiktok and when the camera shows bella, they're looking at the reader with so much love and softness in their eyes :(((
(can i have this as a one-shot, please??? <33)
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘
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pairing ; bella ramsey x fem!reader
summary ; you and bella made a tiktok. they only agreed because they love you.
content warnings ; none
a/n ; sorry for going mia! i’ve been so busy :(
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you were giggling as your hands held onto bella’s face. they were giggling too, their face a deep shade of crimson as you pressed your lips to their forehead.
a few minutes ago, you and bella had been sitting in silence on your bed. you were resting on their chest, scrolling through tiktok while had been reading a book.
it was peaceful, until you stumbled upon a video of a couple, where a girl had been applying lipstick—and smudged it, and her boyfriend wiped the lipstick off her chin. when the camera panned towards him, his face was covered in lipstick stained kisses.
immediately, you shot up in bed. bella looked at you worriedly, before you practically shoved your phone into their face.
“um, y/n/n, that’s very cute, but why did you show me that?” bella said a moment after the video ended, sitting up against the pillows.
you sighed.
“do you think it’s stupid?” you asked, hoping bella would be interested in doing that with you.
you and bella’s relationship wasn’t private by any means, and you loved filming tiktoks with them. they weren’t a huge fan of the app, but every so often they’d participate in a trend with you.
“no, i think it’s cute.”
your face brightened.
you shifted closer to bella with an excited grin on your face.
“cute enough to do it with me?”
you could tell bella was reluctant. they were so peaceful with their book, and you knew that they knew the lipstick would stain and leave residue on their face for the rest of the day.
you gave bella your best puppy eyes.
“ugh, of course. i can’t say no to you when you do that.”
you grinned triumphantly.
“my cuteness is your weakness then, huh?”
bella’s face tinted pink. they sighed happily and shook their head, “it’s a blessing and a curse.”
that’s how you ended up here, with three deep red kiss marks on bella’s forehead. you were making your way across their face, reapplying the lipstick every few marks you left.
bella’s face was hot with a blush the longer you held it. you were so interested in getting the marks right, you had barely noticed bella’s loving stares towards you.
bella loved you more than you realized. they were a pretty easy going person, very charming and easy to get along with—but they’d never do the things they did for you for anyone else.
you’re the only person bella would go to the supermarket for at 11pm in their pajamas when you run out of ice cream for your movie marathon. you’re the only person bella would write an entire song for and sing it to you to help you fall asleep. you’re the only person bella would allow to braid their hair, and you’re the only person they’d ever agree to make a tiktok with.
once you finished leaving your kisses on bella, you pulled back and examined your work. bella pouted.
“no actual kiss?”
“after the video,” you promised, not wanting the lipstick to be on bella’s lips too.
you clicked your phone on and used the audio, following the trend accordingly. bella played their part perfectly—not that you’d expect any less.
you posted the video immediately and threw your phone to the side, pinning bella down while giggling, engulfing them in a horde of kisses.
they playfully squirmed and resisted, but they truthfully wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
***
the rest of the day had been uneventful. you hadn’t checked your phone yet, and spent the afternoon with bella. you played a board game, you made dinner together, they washed your hair for you.
bella was making popcorn for your movie night when you went to check your phone, opening tiktok. your notification box was filled to the max, and the video with bella had blown up.
you had forgotten you filmed the video in the first place. you smiled as you rewatched it a few times, slowly noticing more and more how truly in love bella looked when you made eye contact.
you clicked on the comments, your face lighting up:
user2456: the way bella looks at you ohmygod.
y/nl/nsfan: i want what they have
pughslove: this. this is true love.
you watched the video again a few times. bella truly was the best partner you could ever have asked for. they were everything and more.
your thumbs confined to scroll as you laid on your’s and bella’s bed. you had lost track of time and you heard bella coming upstairs to check on you.
“darling, you okay? the popcorn’s been ready for ten minutes,” they explained, but were cut off with a hug.
bella was quick to wrap their arms around you.
“everything okay?” they asked, running a hand down your back.
you nodded.
“yeah. i just really love you.” you said, watching bella blush.
“i love you more.”
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williamswifey · 1 year
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hii!! i really love your bella works and i was wondering if i could request a one shot where the reader and bella are both cast on tlou, and they play each other’s love interests. However, they like each other in real life and after they film the kiss scene bella becomes distant because they think reader wouldn’t like them back in real life, but reader forces them to tell them what’s wrong and ends up in confessions.
𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘
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pairing ; bella ramsey x fem!reader
summary ; after you and bella kissed on-screen, you thought it ruined your off-screen friendship. but what if the kiss unlocked something larger than friendship?
content warnings ; none really, somewhat unrequited crush, angst w/ a happy ending
a/n ; i’m back 🤗 im super excited to be posting again <3
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you would be lying if you said you hadn’t completely fallen for bella while filming the last of us. you had been working on the set of season two for months now, and almost all your scenes were with bella.
you were playing their love interest, dina, and for some odd reason—the two of you had yet to film a kissing scene. well, at least until today.
the kissing scene had left you a nervous wreck for the entire week leading up to filming. when you first read the script, you thought your eyes were playing tricks on you.
no way would you have to kiss bella. it’s not that you didn’t want to, not at all— but you knew bella didn’t feel the same way about you. you knew once you knew what bella’s lips felt like pressed against yours, there would be no going back.
you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with bella. if you couldn’t have a relationship, you’d settle for a friendship. and maybe it would eat away at you, but you’d rather have bella in your life as a friend than not at all.
the morning of the kissing scene you made sure to brush your teeth extra well. you had been so nervous, you had gone through almost an entire pack of mints.
you watched as bella nonchalantly walked into set, attention turned to a crew member. you watched bella run a hair through their freshly cut hair—the new hairstyle a result of playing an older ellie.
just watching them made you nervous. but, still—you were an actor. you always easily pushed down your feelings, and that’s exactly what you planned to do today.
you wouldn’t see bella for two weeks after this. the cast was getting a small break from production, and this was the last scene that needed to be filmed.
“y/n,” bella spoke, catching your attention, “ready for today?” they asked, a joking tone to their words.
you chuckled nervously.
“ready as i’ll ever be,” you playfully replied, trying to match bella’s jokingly flirty mannerisms.
bella had been fiddling with the semi permanent tattoo on their forearm. they were poking at it, seemingly trying to distract themselves.
was bella dreading kissing you that much?
you swallowed the anxiety that bubbled in your stomach as the crew began to get you and bella into your positions for filming.
you made sure your lines were extra memorized, you didn’t want to have to do this more than once. you knew that you wouldn’t be able to keep your composure.
the dialogue aspect of the scene went by without fault. you watched as bella took a step closer to you, a flicker in their eyes that you had never seen before.
you memorized the lines that slipped past their lips right before they connected with yours.
“i’ve been waiting to do this for a while,” bella breathed out, british accent long gone, “maybe too long.”
you felt butterflies in your stomach. it felt so real, but you knew it wasn’t. it was just acting, wasn’t it?
“what are you waiting for?” you replied, your character remaining cocky while you felt your heart beating deafeningly loud within your chest.
and then, you closed your eyes, and felt bella’s hand against your jaw. you felt their lips collide with yours, their lips so soft and gentle, and you fought the urge to grin into the kiss.
it lasted a minute. maybe longer, maybe shorter. you weren’t quite sure.
bella pulled away. you swallowed harshly. the director yelled cut, and you watched as bella abruptly walked off the set.
you could feel the ghost of their lips still pressed against yours. you wanted to follow after them, but you weren’t sure if you could ever view them as a just a friend again.
***
you hadn’t spoken to bella since the kiss. a whole two weeks without communication. i you had tried so hard not to be weird around bella, but it seemed like they were the one being weird around you.
you tried to reach out, but your texts were met with a constant ‘delivered’ sign. your calls went to voicemail. you felt like an idiot.
you were nervous going back to set. what if you and bella’s chemistry was ruined? what if they couldn’t be around you anymore, and the producers would fire you?
your head swelled with possibilities. your stomach churned with nerves. you were nervous to see bella.
however, seeing bella wasn’t as bad as you thought. they weren’t acting like the monster you thought they’d be—but by no means did that mean they were acting normal.
you and bella normally talked between scenes, you ran lines together in your hotel room, you spent your lunch breaks and weekends together.
but now, it seemed like bella was a aching to be anywhere but near you.
you weren’t going to lie. it hurt.
it hurt to make eye contact with them, only for them to turn the other way. it hurt to text them, only to be left on delivered. it hurt to try to talk to them, only to be met with a one word response before bella came up with an excuse to leave.
after another couple of days passed, bella’s behavior hadn’t changed. and you were sick of it.
yesterday, you had asked bella if they needed a ride back to their hotel after shooting, but they said they had driven their car to set. however, you walked to the parking lot to find your car the only car there. why had they lied?
today was a friday, and everyone was going home for the night. bella was walking towards their car (which they had actually driven today), and you were walking to yours.
maybe it was a leap of faith, but you found yourself walking towards bella, not your car. you stood in front of them, and their feet stopped in their place.
“okay, what the fuck?” you said, frustrated and fed up.
bella blinked.
“…can i help you?” they asked, rubbing a hand towards their eye.
they looked bored. seriously?
“yes, you can actually,” you said, huffing as you pressed a hand to your hip.
“i’d like to know what the hell i did that was so terrible to make you act like such a shitty person this week.” you snapped. bella gulped.
“y/n, i—”
you cut bella off. “i mean—i’ve been nothing but kind to you, bella. we run lines together, we hang out together, we call, and we text, and now you just pulled the plug on it without even the smallest bit of an explanation. and it’s not fair.”
“you know what’s not fair?” bella said suddenly, their calm composure breaking, “the fact that being around you kills me, and you don’t even know it. the fact that i can’t be around you without the constant reminder of what it felt like to kiss you—and it’s embarrassing how badly i want to do it again.”
“i can’t be around you without becoming a nervous mess. i can’t do it. i know you don’t feel the same way—and it kills me to ignore you, but i can’t just be your friend. it’s too hard.”
you blinked as bella finishing ranting. bella liked…you? did bella just say that? you prayed you weren’t hearing things. however, your lack of a response made bella more worried.
“oh, fuck,” they said, “i totally just ruined everything. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry—”
you cut bella off before they could continue their rambling. you placed a hand on their chin, connecting your lips to theirs. they stilled for a moment, before melting into the kiss.
the kiss was magical.
if you thought kissing bella as ellie was good, kissing bella—the real bella was better.
you pulled away after a moment, and bella had a huge grin plastered on their face.
“i take it you feel the same way?” they asked sheepishly.
you giggled.
“yeah,” you nodded, your giddiness matching bella’s.
“now,” you began, “i think we have two weeks worth of catching up to do.”
“i think we have a lot more than that.”
you laced your hand with bella’s as you walked to their car. you’d pick up your car on monday. all that mattered was bella’s hand in yours, the ghost of their lips still etched across your face, and you knew that feeling was about to become a lot more familiar.
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williamswifey · 1 year
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hi my loves, i apologize…but no new content until friday/saturday as im going to be vv busy this week, but plz send in asks and i’ll get them done asap !!
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i just came up with this and i could DIE i feel smart. (i also haven’t done an ask on here in a FAT minute so sorry if i do it weird??) reader is a worker (camera, makeup, etc. just some sort of tech element) behind the scenes on the set for tlou and meets bella and they become friends and then more :)))) can be as short or long as you’d like!!
𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐘 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘
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pairing ; bella ramsey x fem!reader
summary ; when you had taken a summer job as a makeup artist for the up and coming show the last of us, you expected to make money—but you didn’t expect to find love.
content warnings ; swearing,
a/n ; i was SO excited to do this request omgomg, i might’ve gotten a little carried away and accidentally made this suuper long, part two is on the way!! i hope you enjoy this miniseries :)
p.s. also im still working to get my ask box in my bio, but requests are open and feel free to submit asks <3
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you had always had a fascination with makeup—ever since you were little. whether it was practicing eyeshadow in your bedroom when you were eleven years old…or making a buck from your friends when they asked you to do makeup for the school dance.
eventually, as you matured, your talent matured with you. you were humble about your skills—always calling it a ‘simple minded hobby’, or ‘a way to relieve your stress’.
it was springtime, two weeks before summer vacation—you’d be starting college in the fall; and you were sitting at the kitchen table with your mother, going over potential internships to spend your summer.
“what about a makeup artist?” your mother commented, taking a sip of her orange juice. you looked at her blankly, before sighing.
“mom, i appreciate the idea—i really do…but come on—where would we even find somewhere that had makeup artist internships?”
“i found you a job as a makeup artist in canada,” your mom spoke up, sparking your interest as you looked up from your phone, “sure, it’s a little far away from home…but it’s good practice for college. plus, you’d be making a little money on the side, it’s a win-win situation.”
“in canada?” you asked, confused , “mom, what?”
“it’s for a new show, the last of us. an old friend of mine reached out, personally asked if you’d be interested.”
the last of us. the name sounded familiar. you shrugged, feeling flattered at the thought someone personally asked your mother if you’d be interested.
“sure,” you agreed, “that sounds fun.”
***
three weeks later, you, your backpack, and your suitcase had arrived in alberta, canada.
you were staying in a hotel room nearby the sets, and you couldn’t wait to get off your feet. you had ordered a shared-uber, trying to save as much money as you could. you’d be spending the entire summer here, and the point was to make money—not lose it.
you stood on the sidewalk as a black car drove up to you, as you read the license plate, recognizing the car as your uber. you piled your things into the trunk, stepping inside.
“y/n l/n?” the driver asked, and you nodded your head in confirmation.
“yup,” you said, “that’s me.”
“it’s nice to meet you,” the driver said. wow. this driver was much much friendlier than the ones at home.
“we’re waiting for the other rider, so hang tight and we’ll get you to your destination in no time.”
you thanked the driver, placing your headphones in your ears. you scrolled throughout your spotify playlists, ultimately deciding on the superache album by conan gray.
it wasn’t until minutes later when the other rider arrived, and your jaw dropped. you suddenly felt insecure in your airport fit—baggy sweats without makeup, messy hair finishing off your disheveled appearance.
the other rider was the most attractive person you had ever seen. their hair was short, down and mostly covered by a grey hat. they had on a casual pink t-shirt and black jeans. the driver helped them put their bags into the trunk besides yours, and before you knew it they were sliding into the seat next to you.
“hi,” you said, holding out your hand, “i’m y/n.”
the stranger smiled warmly, and it made you even more flustered, if that was even possible. god, you didn’t even know their name yet—you had to get a grip.
“i’m bella,” they said, a british accent as smooth as butter, “pleasure.”
you smiled back, taking out your airpods, placing them back into your case, hoping that your conversation with bella would extend.
“no way,” bella said seconds later, “you listen to conan gray, too?”
you looked at her and blinked.
“sorry—i wasn’t looking over your shoulder,” they quickly said, “i just saw a glance of the album cover, i’d recognize it anywhere.”
you grinned.
“no worries,” you assured. “i take it you’re a fan of him?”
bella nodded enthusiastically, “he’s only my favorite singer of all time.”
you bit your lip excitedly. canada was treating you well already.
“we have so much in common,” you chuckled out.
“that we do,” bella agreed, pausing, “so…are you here visiting friends?”
you shook your head.
“no, i’m actually here for a job. i’m working as a makeup artist.” you said with a smile.
“me too! well—not a makeup artist, but i am here for work.”
“that’s so cool!” you gushed, “what do you do?”
“i’m an actor,” bella said.
your eyes widened. as if they couldn’t get any cooler.
a lack of sleep from the plane ride must’ve been catching up to you, as you hadn’t quite put two-and-two together.
still, you managed to stay awake, talking to bella throughout the entire duration of the car ride. bella was going to lunch to meet a few people, whereas you were going straight to your hotel.
bella had gotten on a phone call minutes before you arrived to your destination, making your goodbye rushed and awkward. you cursed out whoever was on the other end of the call.
it hadn’t been until you were halfway to the elevator of the hotel until you realized you had forgotten to get bella’s phone number.
fuck.
***
you tried to forget about the mysterious bella as the night went on. you had taken a long nap as soon as you arrived to the hotel room—which helped get your mind off things, but the second you were awake, bella was on your mind.
how could you have been so stupid?
you had never met someone that was so easy to talk to before. you had never met someone as cute as bella either. they were the entire package and your forgetful-ass blew it.
still, life had to go on. you pushed aside your disappointment as you began to unpack and officially settle into your room, and you called your parents to alert them you arrived to the hotel safely.
the sun had begun to set, and you were halfway through unpacking. you had made a few calls between the makeup department in the last hour, and they had told you that you needed to bring your own makeup in to set tomorrow—just until the makeup the crew had ordered came in.
while you found the whole ordeal slightly unprofessional, you actually didn’t mind at all—and you were happy to provide. you were just a little annoyed that now you had to pack up all your makeup and bring it to set at 6 in the morning.
right. you had forgotten how early you had to be awake. the car ride was forty-five minutes away, since the set was basically in the middle of nowhere—and you wanted to be able to look nice and presentable.
if you wanted a shot at getting eight hours of sleep, you had to be asleep now.
you brushed your teeth and washed your face faster than you ever had before, and settled into your bed. you were out like a light, and the dreamy stranger from the car ride definitely didn’t appear in your dream.
***
“shit, shit, shit.”
you had slept through your alarm. on the first day.
it was 5:15 when you woke up, and you practically hopped out of bed in shock. screw getting ready for bed fast last night, you had gotten ready today at a record lightning speed.
you were calling yourself another uber as soon as you were dressed, deciding to do your makeup in the car. it was your strong suit, and you weren’t worried about not getting that done in time.
it was 5:30 when you got in your uber. you’d be at work at 6:15…fifteen minutes late, and you’d pray that you wouldn’t get fired before you even walked in.
maybe it was luck—maybe it was something else, but there was practically no traffic on the road since it was so early in the morning, making your arrival 5:57 a.m, not late.
you sighed a breath of relief as you entered the set, a yawn slipping past your lips. you’d make sure to find a time to grab coffee.
it took you a few minutes to find the makeup artist trailer, and when you did…you were in shock. there was a chair, a desk, and a mirror—with your name on it.
you barely had time to bask in the sheer excitement of it all before someone appeared behind you.
“hi,” a voice called out, making your tired figure jump as you turned around.
a woman stood before you. she was much older than you, with blonde curly hair, a warm smile on her face. this must’ve been brianna, your mother’s friend.
“you must be y/n. i’m brianna,” she introduced, “i’m technically your boss—but i don’t care about those kind of labels. i’m just here to help you get settled.”
you nodded and smiled at her, launching into a brief conversation. you learned that the last of us had started shooting a couple of weeks ago, but they had been shooting scenes with characters that you weren’t assigned to.
it was confusing, getting used to everything. it turned out that every makeup artist was assigned to a few specific characters. brianna did the makeup for the actors of joel, sarah, and tess. you were assigned to riley, maria, and ellie.
the actresses for riley and maria wouldn’t be shooting until the next month, so for now—you only had one actor to worry about. you didn’t know the actor who was playing ellie yet. you hadn’t checked your email giving you the names of everyone.
ellie was the main character of the show, you quickly learned. you had received a script of the basic information about the show last week, but you had yet to read it. you made a mental note to check it out when you got back to your hotel room.
like brianna said, the scenes that the show had started shooting hadn’t included ellie’s character yet, and it was the actress’ first day on set—making it yours, too.
everything brianna said felt surreal. you had a real job, and you were only 18. sure, this was temporary, but you promised yourself that this would be the best three months of your life.
as if on cue, you heard footsteps enter the van, and you knew it must’ve been one of the actors preparing to get their makeup done. by you.
you tried not to internally squeal, attempting to prepare yourself to meet whoever would walk through those doors.
you did not expect to see your mystery uber buddy, bella, walk through said doors.
you blinked.
“bella?” you said, as they turned their head towards you, a confused smile quickly making its way up to their face.
“y/n?” they replied back, “holy crap. i knew you were a makeup artist, but i didn’t put two-and-two together.”
you giggled.
“you said you were an actor! that should’ve been easier for me to figure out the details,” you spoke, and bella shrugged.
“both of our mistakes then, i guess,” they began, a small chuckle leaving their lips.
“yeah,” you agreed.
maybe fate had a plan for the two of you after all.
***
the next few weeks had been magical. you saw bella everyday, sometimes for hours at a time. they’d be the first face you saw in the morning and the last face you saw leaving set.
it was nice, having ‘quality time’—as they called it, when you did their makeup. it wasn’t too much, it never was, just little touch ups to make their skin look less oily on camera and small things like that. you didn’t think bella needed any makeup at all.
the longest part of the makeup process for ellie was her scar. you had to do the scar on bella’s eyebrow every morning. that was probably the hardest part. it wasn’t the fact that you had to do it perfectly each time—no, that was easy—it was the fact you had to get extremely close to bella’s face.
they’d always giggle when your noses accidentally brushed together, or if you guys would make eye contact when they opened their eyes—even though you told them not to.
“i can’t help it,” they’d say, “if a pretty girl’s face is right in front of mine, i’ve gotta sneak a peek,” bella was obviously joking—they always were, but that didn’t change the way your face would go beet red as you struggled to find a comeback to their words.
the flirty dynamic of you and bella’s friendship was developed early on. you were easily flustered, and bella was a natural flirt. it was like two missing pieces of a puzzle.
you had the same schedule as bella—since you were their makeup artist, and since you did, the two of you often spent your lunch break together.
there was a small diner near the set, where bella took you almost everyday. you always playfully argued who’d pay.
bella always won, as they had secretly snuck the waitress their credit card before you even got the chance to get out your wallet.
“bella,” you’d say, “you don’t have to do that.”
“think of it as a thank you.” they’d reply.
“a thank you? for what?”
“for hanging out with me.”
you’d roll your eyes.
“we have the same schedule.”
“yeah,” bella would sigh, “but no one is forcing you to be here. you could be anywhere else in the world, but you’re here. with me.”
that would always shut you up pretty quickly.
they had your order memorized—a grilled cheese sandwich and a vanilla milkshake. you had their order of avocado salad memorized too—their meals were easy to remember, as bella was one of the only vegans you knew.
you guys would talk the hour away, most times giggling back and forth about how you dreaded going back to work that afternoon.
but you never dreaded it. not really.
how could you, when your lips got to be inches away from bella’s as you painted on their scar?
you knew pretty early on that bella made you really fucking happy. they brought out a giddiness in you that no one else ever had, they took the weight off of your shoulders.
brianna would tease you everyday about it.
“you guys are so whipped for each other,” she’d say, after bella left the trailer to go film.
you’d blush as you put away the brushes that had been tracing bella’s skin only moments prior as you shook your head.
“no way,” you’d deny, “we’re just friends.”
brianna would laugh, just like she always did.
“friends don’t look at friends that way.”
and as much as you pretended to deny it, god, you hoped she was right.
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williamswifey · 1 year
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hiiii! i have been loving your bella fics and i was just wondering if you take requests? just imagine bella playing on the playstation or switch and being mesmerized by how their hands and fingers touch the buttons and then getting oddly turned on by it? and they notice you get a certain way watching how their thumb rolls over the joystick just like how they do it to you 🫣
𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒- 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘
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pairing ; bella ramsey x fem!reader
summary ; bella gets a ps5, and you can’t help but get carried away watching their skillful fingers play.
content warnings ; sexual themes, minors dni !!!
a/n ; 18+ content !! while there is no smut, there is definitely suggestive themes so if please sit this oneshot out if this type of content isn’t your thing <3
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bella had mentioned wanting to play the last of us recently. you, being the wonderful girlfriend you were, decided to surprise bella one morning.
with the help of your friend, you had hooked up a brand new ps5 to your tv in you and bella’s living room, and you had the last of us game wrapped in wrapping paper, an adorable little bow against the gift.
bella had been busy lately, and you let them sleep in. you were still in your pajamas, cooking breakfast; the heavenly smell of french toast wafting in the air.
you were humming to yourself, jumping slightly when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. bella placed their head into the crook of your neck, a hum slipping past their lips.
“breakfast smells delicious, babe,” bella murmured, pressing a kiss to your jaw.
you smiled.
mornings with bella were your favorite. the silence of the day still hung in the air, along with soft conversations held over breakfast.
you and bella were just finishing your meals, when you jumped to your feet. bella looked at you, afraid something was wrong, but they quickly saw the smile that graced your cheeks seconds later, and awaited to see what it was that had you so excited.
“i almost forgot!” you began, “i have a surprise for you.”
bella tilted their head.
“is that right?” they said, as you grabbed their hand and led them to the living room.
bella took a seat on the couch as you slipped the wrapped gift into their hand.
“wow, it even has a fancy bow,” bella giggled out.
you sat on your heels as you awaited their reaction.
they looked at the game in their hand, speechless. they glanced at you, then back at the game, not saying anything.
you sighed, running a hand down your face at their reaction.
“crap. you hate it.”
bella looked at you with wide eyes, shaking their head as they suddenly grabbed you into a bone crushing hug.
“not at all. i love it, you remembered!” bella gushed, “thank you, thank you, thank you!”
***
it had taken a little over twenty minutes to set up the game, and you and bella had set up camp on the couch.
there was a small bowl of popcorn as you rested your head against their shoulder, and they were immersed in the graphics of the game. you breathed in bella’s signature scent of cinnamon and musk as you bit down on your bottom lip.
something else, however, had caught your eye. your eyes were focused on their hands, their ring-cladded fingers that were ever so delicately grazing over the controller’s button.
you noticed the way the veins in their hands popped out every time they flexed their thumb, their slim fingers holding the controller so effortlessly.
your brain wandered to a place of not-so-innocent thoughts, where those fingers had been before…and you knew all too well of what they could do.
you let a sigh slip past your lips, one bella took notice of.
“you alright there, darling?” bella asked, their tone light hearted as they chuckled, but you could hear the undertones of concern in their voice.
“hm?” you said, trying to get rid of the blush on your face, “yeah.”
just thinking about our late night shenanigans. your skilled fingers. no biggie.
“you sure?” bella asked again.
you nodded.
“mhm,” you said, tone going hazy as bella’s attention was no longer on the game, but you instead.
you had that look in your eye, one that bella would recognize anywhere. your bottom lip was puffy from biting down on it, and your pupils were larger than normal.
“i think there’s something in your mind, yeah?” bella said, briefly detaching themself from you as they adjusted your position.
your blushed deepened, and you shook your head.
“no,” you squeaked.
“tell me, love,” bella began, voice husky and low, “what’s on your mind?”
you didn’t reply, and felt bella hook their finger beneath your chin.
“what was that? use your words, darling, and tell the truth.”
bella’s words made your core flutter. you loved when they were demanding, yet still so gentle.
“iwasthinkingaboutyourhands,” you mumbled, and bella chuckled.
“didn’t quite catch that, y/n/n.”
this was bella’s game with you. it had begun, and it was your turn.
“i said…i was thinking about your hands.”
“ah, i see,” bella flexed their hands, veins popping out as you bit down against your lip, “these old things?”
you nodded.
“my naughty girl,” bella scolded tauntingly, suddenly leaning forward to whisper in your ear.
“thinking about where they’ve been, is that right? how they’ve made you feel? how they’ve made you come…undone?”
you nodded pitifully.
“mhm.” you replied, head going to the crook of their neck.
bella chuckled once more, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. they cupped your face in their hands, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“you’re needy,” they commented, “let me help you out.”
it’s safe to say the game was long forgotten after that.
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williamswifey · 1 year
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𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐌𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘
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pairing ; bella ramsey x fem!reader
summary ; sleepy cuddles with bella. that’s it.
content warnings ; none, just pure fluff
a/n ; sleepy cuddles with bella :((( it’s all i want in life
p. s. sorry for the short post, i’m gonna be super busy this week so i’m trying to still stay active even if my posts aren’t as long as my usual ones
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2:49 a.m.
you had arrived home after traveling all day, either through planes or car. but finally, finally you’re home.
you showered and changed into pajamas as you stepped into your bed.
a sleeping bella snored gently besides you, a strand of hair covering their face.
they looked so peaceful.
you kissed the top of their head, pulling the blanket over them. your heart swelled with adoration.
you were home with bella. your bella.
it was as if the sleeping bella sensed your presence, as they began to slightly stir awake.
“y/n/n?” they mumbled, opening one eye.
“hi, baby,” you replied gently, hands now stroking bella’s hair in an attempt to lull them back to sleep.
bella sighed into their arm, as they gravitated towards you and laid on your chest sleepily.
typically, it was you that laid against bella’s chest, and you loved the rare moments when bella was completely and utterly vulnerable towards you—showing they trusted you completely.
even when half asleep.
“‘m so happy you’re home,” they mumbled into your shirt.
“i’m happy to be home,” you agreed, a gentle smile across their face.
however, you got no reply.
“…bella?” you said softly, glancing downwards to see bella already asleep once more.
you chuckled to yourself, grabbing your phone as you snapped a photo to savor the memory.
it was just you, bella, and the moonlight that shone down from your window.
it was perfection. the only things you’d ever need.
“i love you.” you said to bella, even though they were asleep, as you closed your eyes too—succumbing to your exhaustion.
just as you felt yourself dozing off, bella mumbled once more, “i love you more.”
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HII, i just saw that you followed me and i got so excited, i absolutely adore your bella fics <3
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williamswifey · 1 year
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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 (𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍) - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘
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pairing ; player!bella ramsey x fem!reader
summary ; you and bella had been friends with benefits for the last few months. the only agreement? no strings attached. but how could you not fall for bella?
content warnings ; cursing, heavily implied sexual themes, insecurities, angst w/ a happy ending
a/n ; i promise this is the only non-lowercase intended fic that i will EVER post. i forgot to make it lowercase intended and by the time i realized i was over halfway through the fic and i figured y’all could deal with it…anyways enjoy!
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Bella sat on the side of your bed, putting their sweatshirt back on, which moments ago had been lying in a pile with the rest of their clothes.
You were laid against your pillows, red in the face as you caught your breath. You were laying in a bra and underwear, as you slipped on a t-shirt, turning towards Bella.
Just before you could sit down, you saw Bella getting up to leave, eyeing their backpack which sat against your desk chair.
“Bella? Where’re you going?” You asked, combing a hand through your hair.
“I forgot I made lunch plans with a friend,” she waved off, “I’m late.”
“Oh,” you replied, swallowing harshly as you looked at the ground. Bella’s lips were still puffy, their hair slightly disheveled from your hands tugging at it. They threw their cap on to conceal it’s messiness.
You didn’t know what else to say. You and Bella were friends, nothing else than that. Your…arrangement had begun months ago, when you were both lonely and bored.
Only the problem is, you wanted more. At first, it was a stress reliever, but now, being in Bella’s presence made you more stressed than anything else.
How were you supposed to tell your friend you had feelings for them when you had both agreed it was a no-strings-attached agreement?
How could you tell them how you truly felt when you knew you would just get rejected?
Bella was a player. You knew what you were getting into when you first started fooling around with them. You often teased them for the fact they always had a new girl around their arm, and you never met the same girl twice.
Still, you felt stupid as you watched Bella finishing putting their shoes on, ruffling your hair with their stupid, irresistible smile as they closed the door behind them.
You couldn’t get out more than a half-hearted ‘bye’ as you heard your front door open and close, and you were alone again.
You flipped your head on your pillows, and you could smell remnants of Bella’s cologne on your sheets.
Part of you wanted to break off your friends-with-benefits agreement, but that was truly the only alone time you spent with her nowadays. You used to hang out all the time, whether it was getting lunch or catching a movie together—but now you only hung out in groups, unless they were tangled within your bedsheets.
It killed you to know that you were nothing more to Bella than a friend, and it killed you even more to know that Bella wasn’t looking for anything serious.
Of course she wasn’t. With their constant traveling for interviews and filming, they simply had no time for a girlfriend. You were lucky enough that they had moved their schedule around a couple times for you—but you assumed they did that for others, too.
Plus, Bella was going on a date. They said it themself, lunch with a ‘friend’. It frustrated you to know that they were probably putting an arm around a random girl, making her laugh and paying for her. You felt stupid for wishing it was you.
An impulsive idea struck your mind, and before you could rationalize it, you were grabbing your phone, clicking on Bella’s contact.
‘We need to talk.’ You typed out on the phone, before pressing send.
You were about to power your phone off, too scared for their reply, before a text popped up on their screen.
They already replied.
‘Sure. Tonight?’ The text read.
Through slightly shaky hands, you sent back a thumbs up emoji.
Tonight would either make or break your friendship.
By the time night fall came, you were anxiously pacing around your living room, with no idea what you were going to say to Bella.
‘Hey Bella, I think I’m in love with you,’ or ‘I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on and I’d really like for you to be mine,’ didn’t exactly seen the right way to go.
Maybe you’d just stop the friends with benefits as a whole, and move on.
Yeah, that seemed like your best idea yet.
A knock at your door made you jump, your palms suddenly growing sweaty as you looked through your peephole.
Bella stood behind the door, fiddling with their rings as they chewed on their bottom lip. They looked nervous, almost as nervous as you.
You opened the door after taking a few deep breaths, coming face to face with Bella. Your heart began to hammer in your chest.
“Hey,” she said breathily.
“Hey,” you replied, ushering Bella inside.
Bella sat on your couch, as you stood in front of them.
“I don’t think we should continue our little…arrangement,” you spat out suddenly.
Bella raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, if that’s what you want.”
You bit down on your lip. You guessed this really meant less to Bella than you thought. Was she not going to fight for you? For the both of you?
“What?” You said.
“If you’re not comfortable with it anymore, I’m not gonna make you do something you don’t want to do,” Bella said, sounding nonchalant.
You wanted to scream.
Silence broke out within your living room. Bella glanced at you, awaiting your reply. You didn’t know what to say.
“Do you not care or something?” Were the words that followed your bewildered expression.
“Of course I care.” Bella replied.
“Then why aren’t you fighting to keep this?” You said, your voice raising. Your heart was pounding inside of your chest, this was not going the way you wanted it to.
“I mean…it’s a friends with benefits arrangement—I didn’t realize it meant that much to you…” Bella rubbed a hand at their temples.
“Just forget it, Bella,” you sighed out.
“I don’t know what you want me to say, you’ve been acting so weird lately—”
“Yeah, because I like you!” You shouted, standing up, “you keep ignoring me! You stopped hanging out with me—we only hang out in groups. It’s like I don’t even matter to you anymore!”
Oh my God. You did not just say that.
You clasped a hand over your mouth, eyes wide as you waited for Bella to say something…anything.
“You…like me?” Bella said a few seconds later, chewing at their lips.
“Can you blame me? You’re gorgeous, Bella. But please, I know you don’t feel the same way and I don’t want to lose you as a friend…”
“I need to process this,” Bella spoke, cutting you off.
You shut up abruptly, pressing your lips together as you nodded.
“Yeah, okay.”
And just like this morning, you watched Bella leave, unable to say anything to make them stay.
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You had moped around the entire rest of the night. You tried to soothe yourself by dressing in your favorite pajamas—fuzzy duck bottoms and a ratty old tank top.
You had been halfway through a pint of your favorite ice cream, watching reruns of Friends on your couch, when you heard a knock at the door.
What the hell?
You couldn’t lie, you were a bit skeptical of opening the door, because who would be there at 2 in the morning?
Maybe it was your exhaustion, but you hadn’t even bothered to look through the peephole as you swung the door open.
Bella stood on the other end of the door, words immediately tumbling off their tongue.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t’ve have left,” Bella panted out, “I didn’t leave because I don’t like you. It’s quite the opposite, actually.”
“I didn’t stop hanging out with you because I hate you. I stopped hanging out with you because I didn’t trust myself to not kiss you. I didn’t trust myself to not tell you how I felt, because I thought you’d laugh in my face.”
You blinked, as Bella’s words settled in.
“And I tried to tell myself that I’d get over you—but that was two months ago…and if anything I like you even more than I ever have. But you’re not mine…as much as I want you to be.”
Bella swallowed, running a hand through their unruly hair. You blinked.
“As much as you want me to be?” You repeated in a small voice.
Bella sighed, running a hand down their face.
“Well, yeah,” Bella said, their voice coming out nervous.
“Wait, what?” You asked incredulously, “did you just…confess your feelings for me?”
Bella scratched at their neck, their face going red hot. You noticed the way they began to stutter over their words.
“Um…yes? I assume you feel the same way based on this afternoon…but if you want me to go, I’ll go.”
You shook your head.
“Don’t go.” You pleaded.
“Okay.” Bella agreed after a moment, taking a step towards you.
You weren’t sure what possessed you to do so, but you felt yourself being your face closer to Bella’s closing the gap between your lips.
For a moment, you were afraid you made a mistake. Just as you were about to pull away, Bella kissed you back.
It wasn’t like all the other times you’d kissed. This kiss was full of passion, full of emotion, full of…love.
You pulled away after a moment to get some air, and you rested your forehead against Bella’s.
“God, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”
You chuckled sheepishly, scratching at your neck while Bella grinned.
“Good thing we’ll be doing it a lot more often,” Bella spoke as you led them inside.
And for once, Bella came in not just as a friend. But as a lover.
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