#is EXACTLY how i picture Bella's hair

[velvetcloxds]

Sitting on charlie swan's lap trying to get his attention/distracting him or just talking about yor day.

PATIENCE | C.S.

word count: 0.6k

warnings: age gap, talk about getting married, quickly proofread, hoping tumblr doesn't screw up my ending again

"I want to marry you," you hummed from Charlie's lap, fingers digging through his beard as you cupped his face lightly in your hands. If the man hadn't been caught by surprise by you settling right on his lap without a single word, that little statement certainly did it. He lost all interest in the game he'd been watching, abandoning his beer on the table next to him, hand instead moving to your back to support you.

"You do now?" his tone was curious giving away just how intrigued you had him with such a simple sentence, bringing it up just as easily as you'd remind him to stop for milk before coming home from the station.

"I do," you nodded and sighed, in thought as if you were picturing it, tuning out the details, and then you smiled, holding onto him a little tighter and he didn't mind, simply adoring the sight of you dreaming wide awake. "Nothing fancy, just us two and Bella, maybe Edward, definitely Billy and Jacob," you were moving, shifting so you were almost straddling him, truly the only comfortable one but he was willing to wait it out. "We can go down to city hall and I can wear a pretty white dress with big poofy sleeves and we can go to the diner afterward to have pie instead of cake, we could have our first dance as husband and wife right in this living room."

"You don't think you deserve more than that?" his hand was brushing up and down your back, soothing you, telling you that you had all of his attention, telling you to keep going.

"More than you?" you shook your head, unimpressed by the foolishness of the question, how could he think a future with him wasn't more than you'd ever deserved to begin with, let alone that you'd need more. "Got any ideas for our song?" you quipped and he shrugged, fighting a smile when you moved your hands to his head, threading through his hair as you gave your own question some thought.

"Something from the sixties," he beat you to it and the smile that dipped into your lips proved that he was on the right track. "Though I don't think it matters, I'll step on your toes no matter what," you giggled, he was very right but you didn't think you'd mind if he did.

"We'd be barefoot," you informed him, happy to edit your little dream to make it perfect. "So it wouldn't hurt as much," you added and he smiled, he didn't dare hide it, happy to see you happy, knowing that after the week you'd had, seeing you like this meant the stress was fading.

"Sweetheart," he almost purred and the softness of his voice made you shiver, leaning into him, elbows on his shoulders as you nodded to make him continue. "Is this a proposal?" he pressed and you bit your lip, considering it, and that was where your perfect plan reached a plot hole, you never decided on that part.

"Maybe," you shrugged and then shook your head. "No, it's not," you decided and you weren't all that happy to hear a car pull up in the driveway, Bella coming home from a night out with Edward. "Don't think we're ready yet, but I know we'll be ready one day," you explained and it was ridiculous, the way you wanted to melt into his arms even more, feeling silly for how sure you sounded of yourself but it made him fall in love with you even more, as simple as it was, as silly as it was, as clear as you could see your little wedding day, the future he saw with you was just as clear, now more than ever.

"And what if I'm ready now?" you bit your lip, wishing there was a way to make time stop for just a few more minutes so you could appreciate this moment with him as you tried to figure out what exactly you'd done to get so very lucky.

"Then you'll just have to be patient, Chief Swan," the kiss you gave him wasn't at all long enough for his liking and he wasn't at all impressed when the front door swung open and robbed him of you, your hand lingering in his hair for barely a second before you were skipping to the kitchen. "Hi, Bells," you sang as the teenager came into the house, met by the sight of you holding a plate full of brownies you'd baked earlier, something sweet that you needed after a long week and you were sure she needed them too. "You hungry?" you were already pulling out a little plate from the cupboard so there wasn't really a choice in the matter as she nodded.

Bella squeezed her father's shoulder as she passed him on her way to you, earning a mumbled greeting as he tried to focus on the game he was so entirely captivated by just a few minutes before but it was harder than he thought it would be. You jumped onto the counter listening to every word of Bella explaining her date in a whisper while nibbling at the chocolate treat but you were more than ready to lock eyes with Charlie as he turned around to meet your gaze.

"Marry me," he mouthed with a lovesick look, one you'd only gotten the chance to see on very rare occasions and you had to bite back a giggle as you shook your head with a slight shrug and a daring smile.

"Soon," you mouthed in reply and when he turned back to the television with a soft sigh his attention was further from football than ever before because if this was what his future would look like then he wasn't sure just how patient he could be.

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[blackopals-world]

I Found Home

Part 8

(part 1)(Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Vil

"The Ally"

Yuu pressed the peach-colored gloss to her lips with practiced ease. You'd think that something so simple could be done without thought at all but she knew that perfection wasn't easy.

Grimm slept soundly curled up on the bed. He was taking a nap before their appointment.

Yuu was expecting the photographer in a few hours which gave her time to finish getting ready.

No, this shade wouldn't work.

Yuu wiped away the lipstick. It wasn't the right color and this shoot was too important. It would be the promotional shoot for her new release and everyone would see it.

Her gaze drifted to another tube with a beautiful shade of plum she had saved when she last toured. It was her favorite but never had the heart to use it, because when it was gone then it was gone for good. The brand didn't make it anymore and she didn't want it from another.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't about the lipstick. Maybe it was deeper. It didn't matter.

"Rook this isn't funny. Can't you take her for the day?" Vil growled over the phone as he adjusted the baby in his arms. He kept her grabby hands away from his tied up hair.

"Non, you know how busy I am right now. The exhibition opens in a week and the installation pieces need to be overseen and tested. We are behind schedule as is. As the artist, I need to make sure everything is perfect. Bella can't be here with all the construction." Rook sighed "Can't Monsieur Poison Apple watch her?"

"No, Epel is presenting a few of his show horses for an upcoming competition. I don't want her around a bunch of animals while Epel is working." Vil couldn't even imagine what could happen in such a situation.

"It won't be so bad our Trickster will love her. She has always had a soft spot for little ones. She looked after our dear Epel after we graduated and made sure he was a great dorm leader."

" Yes, it is a bit much to show up at random with a baby." Vil sighed. "What would she think? After everything we..."

"...have faith. At least you can say you have become more nurturing. If I recall she liked it when you showed you cared for Epel." Rook tried to joke.

Vil remembered it, she would reward him for being nice to her friends. Not with presents or vocal praise, her reward was something she didn't know she was giving. When she was happy with him her eyes had this warmth. Vil had once believed that smiling with your eyes was hust an idiotic line from scripts from romance movies. But when she did it he understood. The unabashed joy showed on every inch of her face was captivating. It was an expression he could never replicate.

A little hand tapped his cheek as he reflected. Bella's big round eyes blinked owlishly.

"Thank you for trying to help. I'll call once I get back." Vil said ending the call.

They were almost ready for the shoot. Yuu had on a floral lilac tea-length dress perfect for a garden party. Grimm had on a matching lilac dress shirt with white pants and suspenders.

"Grimm, remember you can't play in this outfit and get it dirty." Yuu knew the foolishness in asking a toddler not to get their clothes dirty but he had hoped Grimm would listen. The photoshoot wouldn't be more than a few hours.

There was a knock on the door. Yuu cursed under her breath, the photographer was early and she still wasn't ready. She couldn't let them wait.

She quickly answered and the figure behind the door wasn't who she expected at all.

Long white gold hair, lavender eyes, and picture-perfect face. She'd be a fool not to recognize him or blind. Vil looked almost exactly the same, It was almost like time stopped for him.

All the while she had changed alot. She filled out here and there, especially after becoming a mother. She didn't complain since it was easier to balance a toddler on your hips with a curve. The downside is becoming a human pillow whenever you sit down as Grimm needed to be glued next to her. Time didn't stop for her.

A small gurgling hiccup made Yuu's eyes shift downwards to the stroller that was just off to the side. Inside was a baby about 7-8 months old. She was beautiful. Soft fair skin with pink cheeks, curly blonde locks with streaks of black, and brilliant purple eyes like Vil. She had a stuffed apple toy in her mouth that she was determined to bite.

"Oh, my...congratulations Vil." She was excited of course. She loved babies and this own was so cute and so much like Vil. But despite having no reason to be upset she felt a pang in her heart. Vil had gotten married. Probably, no defiantly to someone beautiful beyond reproach. She had to be the fairest of them all and smarter too. She probably loved Vil with all her heart.

That thought comforted Yuu. This amazing woman would take care of her friend and brought him a beautiful healthy child. There is nothing more perfect.

"Thnak you, her name is Belladonna."Vil said watching for any change in Yuu's expression.

He noticed the wistful look she got when she saw Bella. Something he felt a little bad about. He knew how much she had wanted a baby in the past.

"Wasn't he adorable?!" She could bearly contain her joy as she practically skipped around the studio.

One of the supporting actors had brought their baby in after their nanny canceled. It was holding up the entire shoot much to Vil's annoyance.

He had plans to take Yuu to that play she had been harping about. Though he wanted to see it too.

"Babies are only perceived as cute because otherwise, they'd be so ugly we'd abandon them," Vil said plainly. "Why else would you want a screaming creature that defects itself?"

While what he said wasn't technically a lie Yuu still swatted his arm lightly.

"I get it you're jealous of babies who get all the attention. You don't get it. Babies a pure, they are experiencing things for the first time and are exploring the world around them. When you're around them you just know you will become the person they rely on to teach them and keep them safe." Yuu said with stars in her eyes.

"I get it you want to push out a screaming pinkish monkey one day." Vil taunted.

"I will remind you that you were once a screaming monkey. And I bet you were the cutest little chubby baby." She gushed in a baby talk voice. "I can't wait for you to walk down the aisle so you can have one of your own."

"As if, I'm not the one to settle down nor have a child. I have my career to focus on and if you want to write those books you harp on you'd do the same." Vil wouldn't even entertain the thought.

It's not that he actually disliked kids, he knew better than anyone that parenthood takes away opportunities. You can't be present and working all the time.

"More good women have been lost to marriage than to war, famine, disease and disaster. You have talent, darling. Don't squander it." Vil had heard Professor Crewel tell Yuu this once.

It was the blatant reminder that whatever 'this' was between them would not last.

"She's beautiful Vil...I bet she looks just her mother." Yuu smiled as she taped the Bella on the cheek making the baby squeek in joy as she grabbed Yuu's finger.

"Yes, she does." Vil sighed. He didn't want to bring her up.

Yuu bit her lip. She did want to talk about this anymore but there was a part of herself that wanted to punish her for her feelings.

"I can't imagine you getting married. Unless it's one of those celebrity marriages that don't last but you'd never do something crude like that." Yuu laughed.

"No, I never got married. I prefer the single life. My mother however thought it was wise to start another family and Bella was left to me." Vil picked up his little sister and let Yuu coo over her.

"So she's not yours? Wait? I thought you and your mother were estranged." Yuu asked.

"We were but after she said she wanted to make up after getting pregnant we began talking. I still resented her for abandoning us but I was willing to be a brother. She however just wanted to leave another child behind." Vil didn't blame Belladonna, she was another victim.

"I see, I understand how you probably feel. Parenthood takes you by surprise." Yuu smiled, she guessed anyone can change.

Suddenly Vil looked pass Yuu shoulder.

"Dear, what is that?" Vil asked with a puzzled expression.

Yuu turned her head and saw her three-year-old sprint by with only his pull-up on.

"Grimm, where are your clothes?" Yuu asked calmly.

"You said I couldn't get them dirty. Now they won't."Grimm said as though he was a genius for finding the loophole.

Yuu sighed.

Vil and Yuu sat and talk while Grimm slumped against his mother's side. He had been redressed with the help of his mother's friend. Grimm was a bit star-struck as the very pretty man straightened his shirt.

Grimm had never met anyone this pretty except for his Mama. Yep, not even Vil could win this battle. One day Grimm will love another but no one beats his wonderful mommy. He will forever be a mommy's boy. Vil had captivated Grimm especially when he helped comb out Grimm's hair. He called Grimm "A little potato " and Grimm didn't know what that meant but he liked it.

"So you just found him?" Vil asked his eyes drifting to the boy who shyly buried his face him Yuu's side.

He was relieved but felt embarrassed to think that. The prideful part of him couldn't take second place but that shouldn't mean that Grimm didn't deserve a mother. He'd feel no different if it was Bella. She had become his world.

"Yes, I feel lucky every day. If not for Grimm I doubt I would have ever had a child." Yuu said sadly.

"You've always wanted a baby though."

"I wanted to get married and do the traditional family. But I've known for a long time that's not something every man wants. I want that person to be the one for me but I'm greedy. I wanted him or no one." Yuu shifted her gaze away.

Vil almost apologized. He may not have known who broke her heart but that didn't mean he didn't understand.

Bella began getting fussy as she made a loud babbling yell for attention. You could practically hear her saying "What are you doing over there and not looking at me?!"

Vil knew Belladonna only wanted attention from new people. She wanted Yuu to go back to cooing over her. He picked up the little girl and placed her in his lap. Bella however didn't want daddy she wanted the nice pretty lady. She reached out her tiny arms and made grabby hands to be picked up.

Yuu squealed in excitmemt as she scooped Bella up in her arms.

"Oh my goodness! You're so widdle!" Yuu gushed.

Bella actually had a reason she wanted Yuu as she turned her head to her chest and nuzzled her breast. She was hungry.

Vil and Yuu turned red.

"I don't know where she learned that. She's a bottle baby. She's never even breastfed." Vil said trying to take Bella back only to get kicked with her little sausage legs.

Yuu laughed at the father and daughter duo. Seeing Vil frazzled for once was hilarious and adorable.

"Why don't you get her bottle and I'll feed her." Yuu said.

Vil thanked her and went to warm up a bottle.

Grimm watched the baby with curiosity. He had never seen one this close before. She was so little, even littler than him, and Mama said he was really little.

Grimm touched the baby's little foot with tiny tiny toes and the baby laughed.

"Baybe." He said in awe.

"Yes, she's a baby. You used to be this small too." Yuu ruffled Grimm's hair.

Bella reached out patted Grimm's hair as she copied Grimm. Grimm had hearts in his eyes as played with Bella's hand. Her hand wrapped around Grimm's finger as she gurgled and chirped.

Vil returned with a bottle and passed it to Yuu. With a bit of help Yuu fed Bella.

"You need to try to remain clean and tidy Grimm." He said sternly as he brushed the boy's hair back in place.

"But Mama did it." He pouted wrapping his arms around Vil's forearm.

"Then make sure she knows not to do that. You're Mama can be a very affectionate so she doesn't know when to stop." Vil warned as Grimm laughed.

After Bella was fed and burped Vil sat her down in her stroller. She would get sleepy soon but he didn't like laying her down after eating, too risky while digesting.

The photographer arrived right after and Yuu and Vil discussed boring stuff with them whole Grimm stayed with the baby.

Grimm got an idea and ran up the stairs and stumbled back down with a picture book in one hand.

"Look Bella this is my book." He said showing the baby. He was going to read her to sleep like his Mama did. " It's about a queen and the prince of fruit."

The book was actually called "The Noble Queen and the Prince of Apples". The book starts with a boy who lived in an apple orchard. One day a queen passed by in her carriage and wanted an apple. He asked the boy to pick an apple and when the boy handed it to the queen the apple turned silver. The boy was amazed and asked the queen how he did it. The queen said that he would teach the boy if the boy came to the castle with him. Everyday the boy had to work for queen. He did every task the queen asked which required patience and thoughtfulness. He learned to be graceful by drawing water without making a ripple, he learned to lead by organizing the queen's schedule and giving orders, and he learned to speak by watching the queen stand before the crowd. Every time the boy learned a new skill the queen taught him a spell but everytime the queen showed him a better spell. He turned a peacock feather gold, turned water into wine, roses into silk, and a mirror into diamonds. The boy would stay to learn more and more and before he knew it years had passed. Until one day the boy made a spell that grew a silver tree with apples of gold and leaves of diamonds. It was a gift for the queen and only he could pick an apple or break a branch off of it. The queen was happy with the boy and told him to return to his orchard. In that orchard the boy found a new kingdom had been made and the queen had given the boy the land to rule since was now ready. From that day on the boy was the Prince of Apples.

"That's a beautiful story." Vil said feeling that it sounds vaguely familiar. Still, he liked the sound of this queen.

Yuu pressed her lips together praying Vil didn't realize.

"Vil we should focus on the photoshoot. I need to get the kids outside." Yuu placed a hand on Vil's shoulder.

A quick outfit change later the families gathered in thr garden. Grimm stood at his mother's side as she sat down next to Vil who was holding Bella.

"You are a beautiful family! After this can I have the mother hold the baby and the little guy sit with his dad." The photographer said.

Yuu blushed, the photographer might have gotten the wrong idea when she asked to include extra guests.

Vil had no problems as they shifted to the next pose. Grimm gleefully sat on Vil's lap as he leaned over to hold Bella's hand.

Vil laughed, he knew Grimm was a natural model. The boy loved the camera or the attention at least. The photographer managed to get a candid picture of Vil kissing the boy's cheek as he smiled brightly. It came out so perfectly you'd think they were an ad in a magazine.

Vil couldn't wait to share these with everyone. They did look like a perfect family and he found that he really liked the way that sounded. He can admit he was wrong about family life.

(I'm done! I'm finally done! Pray to God it's good)

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[x-aefx]

ONE TIME THING - BELLA RAMSEY (part4)

Pictures above are not mine

Summary: unbeknownst to you, you meet actor Bella Ramsey. You two hit it off but your paths lead two different directions.

Bella Ramsey x female reader

Warnings: none

Taglist: @evieguhbyebroski @amberputh @just-here-to-read-fanfictions @assgardangod @eddiesgirlsblog @obsessedmunson @guacala

I used she/them pronouns for Bella.

A/N NOT PROOFREAD

Part one ⬇️

★★

You were embarrassed to admit you spent your free time checking to see if Bella had left you any more text messages, and that maybe your notifications weren't working. And when you seen that they hadn't, you spent your time re-reading your conversation with them.

It was just a one time thing, get yourself together!

You spent a lot of time thinking about how they might possibly see you. You feared Bella saw you as just another fan, gave you their number out of politeness, felt bad for you even. Or maybe just another girl who worked at a café.

In the short time you had known Bella, you had stalked all their social media accounts, watched countless of their interviews and binge watched every short film they were in and their new tv show, 'The Last of Us'

It doesn't take a person long to realize the amount of love and popularity the show holds around the world. Your prior unfamiliarity towards the show and Bella's career made you cringe when you thought of it. You hoped Bella didn't take offense.

Despite Bella almost always being on your mind, you managed to keep your days productive. Weather it be scrubbing your entire home or getting some exercise into your daily routine, you would make it your mission to spend your holidays off from work trying to sort out your life. You lead a good life for a nineteen year old, you didn't want to ruin that by getting sick or lazy.

Today you managed to head down to the small gym in your area. You ended up meeting an old friend and made plans to catch up. His name was Ethan. He was the kind of friend you don't remember exactly when you became friends with, like the two of you knew each other before you realized it.

After, you spent time responding to emails that you really should not have ignored, and rearranged the furniture in your living room to create more space.

The days activities were rewarded with a good sleep that came to you easily.

★ ★ ★

Bella woke up with the largest smile adorning their face. No matter how they tried, it always crept back once they remembered her.

Her face. Her smile. Her hair. The vague scent of her perfume.

Sadly they didn't get much time to visit the café which she worked at again. If they didn't have an in- person interview, they had an online one. If they didn't have any type of interview, thay had a zoom call. If they were completely free form work, they had their studies.

There was one time however, one time where they had just enough time to stop by for a quick glance at her face, but they were surrounded by paparazzi and fans, when they finally reached outside the café a little voice in the back of their mind discouraged them from walking inside. They might see y/n laughing with a customer or a coworker and all Bella could think about was how they would only be interrupting, a burden that y/n didn't need nor want.

Bella didn't even have any of her social media accounts to stalk. Believe them they tried numerous times, typing in the name and finding hundreds of accounts all belonging to the wrong person. Bella had only gotten her first name, finding any of her social media would be near impossible.

Bella had contemplated messaging her many times after. In truth they didn't know what to say, were they supposed to say anything at all or was it just a one time thing? Bella knew one thing, and it was that they definitely wanted to see her again.

★ ★

No one likes going to their workplace when they aren't actually working, but when your very kind coworker whom you owe one too many favours to, asks you so nicely...

You can't really say no.

The minute you sat yourself down on the couch and your feet just touched the ground, you were up in a second once more.

Conscious of time you grabbed your purse and phone in a hurry, once you were certain your house was locked you made your way to the street. You sped in a B line direction for the man getting out of the taxi a few paces away. You waved a signal hopeful the driver would see it as you jogged.

"hey, would it be possible to get to Cafferey's dry cleaners before It closes. It's an emergency. " You tripped over your words as you tried to regain your breath. You slid into the backseat.

The driver looked at you from the mirror.

"for an emergency? Of course. " By his accent you guessed he was from Northern Ireland. The driver smiled at you. Not a smile that made you uncomfortable, one that eased your nerves just the smallest bit. You smiled back as you pushed your hair away from your face.

You played with your fingers as you looked at the time on your phone every few moments. You cursed all the other traffic on the road for delaying you.

When you reached the small building you practically sprung from the vehicle. The building was grey and blended in almost completely with all the other buildings surrounding it if not for the bold black lettering reading, 'Cafferey's dry cleaners!'

The couple who ran the business were nice and always happy to have a conversation with whoever walked in. Thankfully, Rita, noticed your state of stress and didn't keep you long. She smiled when she handed you the bag, making a comment about how you got here just in time before they closed for the evening. When the bag was in your hands you felt weight be lifted from your shoulders like a curse being broken.

Just as your taxi driver had promised, he remained outside the building. You quickly made your way back to the car to avoid keeping him waiting. You told him which street the café resided on and sunk back into the leather seats.

Releasing a breath you smiled as you watched the window.

★ ★ ★

Bella couldn't sit around their apartment anymore. If they couldn't see y/n on social media, they would see her in person, real life.

They didn't know where she lived or where y/n's regular spot might be, they did however know her workplace. They last time Bella visited, they had managed to get her name and give y/n their number. Bella only prayed she was working today.

When y/n's face flashed in Bella's mind for the hundredth time today, it was the last straw for them.

Bella needed to see her. Even just her face through the window.

Wasting no time, Bella walked swifty out of the apartment and onto the street to get a taxi. Luck was on their side as a taxi arrived almost immediately.

"hi, how are you. Burr & co café. On Bernard Street. Please."

"a popular spot that must be. I'm only after coming from there." The driver laughed.

"oh really? What a coincidence." Bella paid no mind as they put on their seatbelt.

"it is indeed."

Bella recognized the drivers accent as Northern Irish instantly. Trying to be polite as possible they engaged in small talk as best they could. Their knee wouldn't stop bouncing no matter how hard they tried to calm it.

The café was relatively close so the drive was quick. Bella took a breath of the fresh air once the stepped out of the car. The breeze gently blowed their hair back.

Rubbing their hands up and down their thighs as a means to steady their nerves, Bella moved towards the café door after their moment of contemplation.

The café was loud with chatter and laughing so no one payed any mind once the door opened.

Bella's eyes immediately searched the entire room for you.

They recognized your figure instantly even with your back facing them.

That's when their heart began beating faster, it's thumping echoed in their ears. Hands by their sides as their fingers wiggled in anticipation the closer they got to you.

★ ★

"Oh y/n I love you so much! Thank you thank you thank you!" Emma squealed once she seen you arrive with the bag in hand. Running from their spot behind the counter you were engulfed in their tight embrace.

"I'm so sorry! I tried getting off but boss wouldn't -you must of been in such a panic-im so sorry-!"

You cut off Emma's ramble. You rested your hand on her shoulders and smiled assuringlly at her. Sure the task was stressful but you would do it for Emma.

"it's fine, I promise. No need to worry."

In your head the stress was worth it if it meant Emma would still be able to go on her first ever date.

"let me grab you something to eat, on me." Emma took your hand and lead you to the counter where she was previously.

"it's fine I already -"

"nonsense." Emma cut you off immediately. You knew there was no point fighting with her, so you left her to do what she needed whilst you read the menu that hung up above you.

Your eyebrows raised slightly as you read some of the prices.

Smoothies, hot beverages, cake-

"I'm relieved that your here and I didn't end up wasting my time."

You were startled slightly by the familiar voice behind you. Turning around to see who it was you were pleasantly surprised to find Bella looking right back at you.

You couldn't hide your shock at seeing them here. With your eyes widened in disbelief and your jaw slacked you must of looked as though you had just seen a ghost.

It took you a moment to regain your composure.

"hey Bella-wasn't expecting to see you."

Bella grinned. You watched as their eyes took you in. This was the first time they had seen you in your more casual clothes as they only seen you at work, or when you were on your way to work which is how you two first met.

You wore blue cuffed jeans, old nearly falling apart air force 1's and a Metallica band t-shirt. Your hair was tied half up half down, and your wrists were littered with bracelets. The weather was nice and you weren't going anywhere important so you didn't feel the need to dress fancy.

As Bella examined you, you examined them. They wore straight black trousers that were rolled up at the bottom,a white opened shirt with a white top underneath. You noticed they also wore the same cap as they did when you first met them on the bus. Bello wore a colourful beaded bracelet and two silver rings on their left hand. You had to admit, they looked really good.

"are you working?"

Bella was the first to break the silence.

"nope, just owed a friend a favor. That's all. I got some time off actually. More time for studying and all that stuff." You scratched the back of your neck, you were no good at small talk, you hoped it wasn't obvious. You knew you were lying too, you wouldn't spend the entirety of your free time studying.

"oh really?" Bella's smile widened. "I'm free for the next couple of days too!"

Your eyebrows rose. You didn't know much about acting or an actors career, but everyone made it seem like the most time consuming job out there. Not to mention what were the chances of both bella and you being free at the same time.

"God's work at it's finest."

Fucking. Weirdo.

Who says that?

Fuck. Me .

You were panicking. It's been so long since a person has made you feel the way Bella was making you feel: all nervous and giddy. You wanted to impress them and make them smile constantly. It was sickening.

Bella giggled.

That sweet sound you heard in many of their interviews. Typically ones with Pedro Pascal.

You made them giggle.

"I suppose it is"

Something about Bella's grin and they way their eyes looked into yours, it made you feel like all your insides were spinning-but in a good way.

★ ★ ★

Bella could admire you for years without ever getting bored.

The relief and excitement they felt from seeing you in that café-

You looked so perfect.

The way your hair was away from your face, how your clothes fit your body perfectly. You were a picture that deserved to be framed for the whole world to see.

"hey Bella-wasn't expecting to see you."

When you spoke all they could do was smile as their eyes took you in. When they realized they had been staring they were quick to escape their trance. Their grin broadened once they seen you also examining them. A small bubbling feeling of pride swelled inside them.

"are you working?"

"nope, just owed a friend a favor. That's all. I got some time off actually. More time for studying and all that stuff." Bella watched as you rubbed the back of your neck, they really hoped they weren't making you uncomfortable.

"oh really?" Bella's smile widened. "I'm free for the next couple of days too!"

All Bella could think about was how grateful they were that they came to see you today.

"God's work at it's finest."

Bella's lip quirked just the tiniest bit. They looked right into your eyes, their smile gradually widening until the giggle they were trying to suppress escaped their lips.

"I suppose it is" Was all Bella managed to say.

The conversation began to die down. Unbeknownst to Bella, your mind was also racing with topics to talk about and conversation starters just as theirs was.

★ ★

As you contemplated what to say next a flash coming from outside caught your eye. A man, paparazzi presumably, stood across the street with a camera in hand covering his face as he took multiple photos.

It never occured to you just how creepy paparazzi were and they weren't even taking pictures of you, but of Bella. You felt a bit of pity, surely that must get annoying.

When Bella saw your attention was focused outside, they turned to see what you were seeing. It didn't take them long to figure it out.

"shit!" You faintly heard them whisper more to them-self than you. You felt Bella grab onto your hand as they lead you behind them further into the café, out of view from the camera.

"I'm so sorry!"

Bella rubbed her thumb in circle's against the skin of your hand to offer comfort to the both of you.

"it's fine" you reassured them.

Bella seemed relieved at you un-bothered attitude.

They smiled at you but you couldn't find it in yourself to smile back when a thought downed on you.

"more will come. You should probably get going."

You hid your own disappointment behind an apologetic smile. You didn't really want them to leave but you knew more people would surely show up.

"I'll be fine. I promise. I wanted to see you and since we're both free for the next few days-"

"Bella this is so weird, you know that?" You laughed. "we met on a bus, your still pretty much a stranger to me, we keep meeting at my workplace,-"

"Spend the afternoon with me"

Bella cut you off from saying anything else.

"what? Bella did you not hear anything I just said-"

"spend the afternoon with me and I'll tell you everything you want to know about me. I would also like to know everything about you"

Never had you been put in a situation like this before.

It was hard to think straight with Bella looking at you, silently pleading that you'll accept their offer, the smile on her face, the feeling of your hands still being held by theirs. It was all so much.

"I don't know-"

"please-"

"I need to shower and-"

"we can meet somewhere, I'll text you an address-"

You turned you head to the direction of Emma calling you over with the food she said she would get for you.

You quickly turned back to Bella.

You sighed seeing their puppy dog eyes.

You closed your eyes as you tried to reason with yourself. You knew well that if you didn't go you would only regret it.

"fine-"

"great!-"

"fuck this is so weird." You rubbed your hand across your forehead. Your eyes were closed but you could hear Bella's laugh.

"you'll have fun. I promise."

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[bellysoupset]

Sicily - Part 7

Finally it's Vin's turn! This one gets mildly nsfw towards the end :)

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"Hydrate," Vince bossed, passing Leo the gatorade bottle and the other man rolled his eyes.

"You're not the boss of me," he scoffed, but took a large gulp regardless.

Vince's birthday had been yesterday and they had originally planned to sing him happy birthday with his whole giant family, the italian part too. However those plans had been delayed by a day since Leo had gotten so horribly sick no one felt in the mood to celebrate until he was back on his feet.

That meant the cakes, yes plural, Wendy had ordered and all the snacks were still in the fridge and by god was Vince salivating over them. He didn't mind the actual date getting changed, after all the whole week had been basically one big celebration of his birthday, but dammit did he mind not eating the cake.

Vince watched Leo finish drinking and then raise his eyebrows, all attitude as he said, "see? I'm fine. I've been fine since yesterday evening, chill out."

"I'm chill," Vin shrugged and indeed he felt that compared to Jonah and Luke, he was very very chill. Jonah was watching Leo like a hawk and Lucas had been distraught when him and Bella had come home the day before yesterday and found Leo bedridden with a fever and a bucket next to his head.

"You're all the opposite of chill," Leo sighed, rubbing his face, "so how should I dress for tonight? Should I break out the singular button up I brought?"

Vince couldn't help but chuckle. He nodded, "yeah and shave, sexy homeless man isn't exactly your look."

"Says you," Leo showed him his tongue like a kid, "Jonah says the stubble is hot."

"Jonah has horrible taste," Vince teased back, then let out a oof when Wendy sped in the room and threw herself on top of him, "jesus, Wen, don't do that!" he cried out, fixing her legs and rubbing the sore spot on his side where her elbows had hit him.

"Sorry, sorry," she said, distracted, sounding excited "you two have to look at this."

She was holding a magazine and she unrolled it. It was a 90s gossip magazine and Vince frowned, glancing at Leo, who looked equally confused.

"The fuck is that?" Leo asked and Wendy shushed him, pointing the cover.

It was a black model in her 30s, with extremely voluminous chocolate hair and striking green eyes, dressed in an emeralds dress that was clearly being blown back by a fashion fan. Vince squinted.

"Is that... Is that Jon's mom?"

Leo immediately perked up, scooting closer and studying her face, "Oh it totally is Jackie!"

Wendy nodded, opening the magazine, "wait for it," she said, flipping quickly through the pages and then opening in the article. There was another editorial picture of Jackie and Wendy flipped another page, then tapped it, grinning like a mad woman, "look at him!"

Little Jonah was sitting in his mom's lap, he couldn't be older than one. He had the cutest little afro and his eyes were more green than the current hazel they were. He was clad in a little shirt and social pants.

"OH MY GOD," Leo squealed, snatching the magazine, "he was the cutest fucking thing."

"Let me see," Vince grabbed the back of Leo's shirt, pulling him closer and opened a wide grin, "can we steal this magazine? Make copies?"

"It gets better," Wendy giggled, turning the pages again. She quickly passed by two different articles and one "what is your season?" quiz. Then reached the gossip column and slowed down, passing over familiar faces that Vince had seen before but couldn't name, until Wendy stopped in one and then pointed at it, "tell me this isn't the best thing ever!"

Leo leaned in to look and then started laughing, "oh my god, I need this to be my laptop's wallpaper."

Little Jonah, in a different outfit, was sitting in a little picnic tablecloth and next to him there was a different little boy. One Vince recognized far too quickly, because Lucas, unlike Jonah, still had a lot of his baby features.

Little Lucas had a mop of brown wavy hair and his eyes were lighter too and he was fighting Jon for his stuffed plushie. Around them Vince recognized Jackie, Luke's mom, two women he had never seen before and he assumed were nannies and a man an extremely sharp outfit and the tackiest blow out hairdo Vin had ever seen.

"Is that my dad?" Jon said, startling all three of them as he walked behind the couch, "what the fuck are you- Give me that."

"That's your dad?" Leo sat on his knees on the couch, trying to snatch the magazine back, but Jon slammed it shut. His cheeks turned darker with a blush.

"You three have no business digging through this old stuff."

"You and little Luke were so cute," Wendy teased him, "what happened with all that cuteness?"

Jonah looked like he wanted for the ground to open up and swallow him, "this is getting shredded" he said darkly and then glared at them, "where did you find this?"

Wendy blushed, "uh... I was just looking around the house...Found this in an office upstairs..."

"My dad's office?" Lucas said, jumping off the last step of the stairs, "the one with the albums on the wall?"

"Yeah, that one..." Wendy's face was red at being caught snooping, "I'm sorry, I was just bored-"

"No, it's fine," Lucas shrugged, while Vince frowned.

"Uhm... Are we not gonna talk about the fact there's a magazine on Jon's sexy mom in your dad's office or...?"

"Shut the fuck up about my mum!" Jonah exclaimed, holding the magazine protectively to his chest, while Wendy gasped and Lucas rolled his eyes,

"Shut up, Vince."

"I'm not saying anything!" He laughed, looking between the two of them, "just that your dad was a serial cheater and Jonah had green eyes as a baby, just like you."

"SHUT UP!" Jonah exclaimed, while Leo let out a wheeze, falling on his back while laughing and exclaiming.

"OH MY GOD!"

It was the fact that Lucas looked absolutely unbothered by the joke that had Vince's laughter dying in his throat. He widened his eyes, ready to exclaim wait, really?! But Livia interrupted him, running in the room and throwing herself on Jon.

"Why aren't you dressed!" she exclaimed, hugging him by the middle "we're going to Vinny's party!"

"Yeah," Jonah smiled to her, then glared at the rest of them, "go get fucking dressed and stop saying Luke's stupid father boned my mum, thanks."

Livia gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck as he picked her up, still holding the magazine.

"Bad word!"

"Oh I'm so sorry, darling, but they're morons, they deserve it," Jonah's voice trailed off as he carried Livia down the hallway with him.

Leo let out a wheezing breath, "oh man, that was too funny," he sighed, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes and rubbing his side, "my stomach hurts from laughing."

Vince glared at Lucas, "please say that's not possible."

"I don't know and I don't wanna know," Luke shrugged, not looking even a little bit as amused as they were, "he's right, we should start getting dressed if we don't wanna be late to your grandma's house, Vin."

He got up too and Leo gladly took the hand Luke stretched out, both of them going back upstairs. Wendy let out a giggle, falling against Vince's side.

"So, you and I agree they're totally half brothers, right?" she whispered, causing Vince to snort.

"Absolutely," he agreed, grabbing her legs and throwing Wendy up in his arms, getting up too while she let out a squeal, wrapping her arms around his neck and continued to laugh.

Nonna Monacelli's place was fifty minutes away from Luke's summer house, in a tiny town. It wasn't big or fancy like the house they were staying at, but Vince immediately felt like crying the minute he crossed the threshold, his family and friends right behind him.

He remembered every corner of that place. He remembered sleeping over at his nonna so many times that he had his own room - that once used to be his father's. It was his father's side that was from Sicily, his mother's people were from Rome and they didn't talk much.

His nonna was well into her eighties, almost ninety, but she was still very active. She lit up as they entered the house and quickly ushered them to backyard.

Vince hadn't been to a real italian party in so long, but he immediately felt at ease. He watched, with a smile, as his grandmother made a face to the cakes they were carrying.

"I made cake!" she exclaimed in italian, offended, "you don't need store bought!"

Wendy frowned, "what is she saying...?" she asked and Vince grinned.

"I think she's declaring you her mortal nemesis, honey."

"Oh shut up," she scoffed.

It was funny to smack his friends right in the middle of his family that only spoke italian, but Vince needn't have worried. Lucas and Jon both knew enough not to die and his parents were engaged into translating.

Besides, certain things didn't need translation.

None of them needed translation to know the music was for dancing and none of them needed translation to know when to sing happy birthday, in the weirdest chorus Vince had ever heard, of english and italian mixing together.

His grandma, Ludovica, tugged on his earlobe 24 times and then pulled him into a hug, letting out a yell when he pulled her off her feet.

Vince grinned, planting her down and then pointing Wendy, "nonna, this is my grilfriend, Wendy" he said in italian, before quickly translating it in english.

"Tell her she's beautiful," nonna said, studying Wendy, "and to let her hair grow."

"I will-"

"And say thank you for bringing my grandson home."

"Alrigh-"

"And that if she ever orders another cake in my house she'll be kicked out."

Vince laughed, translating the entire thing and Wendy blushed, touching her hair in a self conscious manner, "I'm sorry nonna!"

"She sounds very american," Nonna scoffed, "tell her she needs to learn italian."

"I'm not telling her that," Vince rolled his eyes, kissing his grandma's temple, then flashed Wendy a smile as he said, "I promise I'll eat your cake too, nonna."

"You better," his grandmother huffed, before moving away.

Wendy pouted, looking at him, "So? What did she say?"

"She just told me to eat her cake," Vince translated partially, pulling Wendy by her hand as the music slowed down. He twirled her around. She was wearing a peach drapey dress and it created a circle as she twirled.

Wendy smiled, her hand small and dainty in his and she threw her weight partially back so she could get a good look of his face, "oh no," she pouted in an amused way, "whatever will you do, big guy? You know you can't touc-"

"Well, obviously, I'm gonna eat it," Vince shrugged, snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. Wendy rolled her eyes, still smiling.

"Amore mio," she dragged the words, "you can't even glance that cake's way. It's all milk. That's why I bought a second one."

"And risk breaking my nonna's heart? No chance," he twirled her again and this time Wendy's back pressed against his chest, so he leaned in to whisper in her ear as they swayed from side to side, "besides, my girlfriend is into tummy aches, so I don't think she'd mind."

Wendy's face turned beet red as if he had just whispered her the filthiest thing and she scoffed, looking ahead, "doesn't mean I want you to get one purposefully-"

"No?" Vince said in a quizzical manner, enjoying the fact no one was paying them much mind and nibbling on her earlobe, "what if I kinda enjoy it too?"

"But you don't," Wendy said, forcefully pulling back so she could glare at him, "you can't lie to-"

"I'm not lying," Vince shrugged, "just a little tummy ache is not the end of the world, I want my grandma's cake. It's my birthday goddammit... And belly rubs do sound like an added bonus."

Her pupils were blown in her eyes and he could tell she was struggling to string together a coherent thought. It made his chest ache with pride. That was the kind of distraught, lustful eye contact he only got in the bedroom, it made him terribly smug that he could get her this worked up over only a few words.

"Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?"

She scowled at him, cheek red and then glanced at the cake table, then back at him, "...You can't eat it now," Wendy decided, voice all breathy.

Vince nodded, pulling her closer again and she pressed against him. If he pressed a little closer, he could feel she had the start of a boner, trapped by the shapewear. He smiled, cheek meeting her temple.

"Alright, honey. When can I eat it?"

"When we're almost going home," she whispered, breath hot against his neck, "so you're all mine when it hits."

"Okay," he continued to sway them, "just one slice, I don't want to puke."

"Uhm..." she hummed and he wasn't sure if she wanted him to be sick or not, but Vince decided to call the shots in this one. He didn't want to spend his birthday night praying to the porcelain god.

He glanced over her head, letting out a sigh as Wendy rested her forehead to his shoulder, enjoying the music. He could see Luke and Bell and Leo and Jonah dancing too. Leo looked beyond surprised that Jonah could slow dance like a pro and Bella and Lucas were in their own little world, foreheads pressed together, eyes closed. His father was trying to convince ma to join him in the dancefloor.

"Thank you," Vince whispered in Wendy's ear, "for all this. It's the best gift I ever got."

She let out a huff, turning her face in order to kiss his cheek, "you deserve this, my love."

The party went on for a while still, stretched into the night aided by all the wine.

Vince chuckled as he watched his dad drunkenly intermediate a conversation between Bella and his uncle, flipflopping between english and italian and failing miserably.

"Happy birthday, man," Lucas jumped on his back, squeezing him into a big hug and planting a kiss to his cheek. Vince let out a choked out noise at the sudden weight and they nearly fell, but he managed to hold the man after some stumbling, Lucas giggling the entire time.

"You're killing me!"

"Oh deal with it," Lucas squeezed him again, but let go, in time for Leo to tackle him in a hug.

Vince couldn't help but laugh, all air escaping him as the blonde squeezed him by the middle, Jonah getting dragged by Bella by his wrist as they piled him in a big group hug.

He wheezed for air, "okay okay, let me go!"

"No," Leo mumbled, voice muffled by his shirt and Vince laughed, losing his balance and causing all five of them to fall in the middle of the grass in a pile of limbs.

"You're crushing my arm!" Lucas cried out, giggling still and Vince tried to roll away, only for Leo to cry out at the movement and Bella scream "Jonah you're pulling my hair- Stop-"

"It got caught in my cufflink!"

"What are you doing?" Wendy laughed, walking over and crouching down in order to free Bella's hair from the tangle around Jonah's wrist, only for Lucas to grab her arm and pull her to them.

She fell on top of Leo and Vince with a yell and Jonah cackled, while Bella slapped Wendy's bum since it was right up her face and caused the other girl to let out a squeal and giggle.

Finally they managed to straighten up, still all shaking with wine fueled giggles. Sophia let out a scoff as she passed them by.

"Seems like you're turning four, not twenty four," she said, causing Vince to flip her off, his chest hurting with how happy he was.

"Okay guys, I think my nonna is gonna kick us out any minute now, we should go," Vince said, an hour later, as it was almost 2 AM. Bella nodded, getting up from her seat.

"I drive," she declared, which was wise, seeing as she was the most sober from all of them.

"We're staying," his mother said, waving him off when Vince circled the table to tell them they were leaving.

"Buona notte, mamma," He nodded in understanding, kissing the top of her head and smiling when his father hugged him again. Vince messed Sophia's hair as he passed her by, causing the teenager to hiss and slap his hand away.

"Where should I put her?" Jonah whispered and Vince let out a snort. Livia was completely passed out in his arms, drooling on his shoulder.

"I never pegged you for such a softie," Vince grinned, guiding him back inside the house, "put her in my old room, it's the last door in the hallway."

"You're not leaving without taking cake," nonna scoffed, "you're so skinny, you poor thing. Don't they have food in America?"

She filled a plastic tupperware with all sorts of snacks and another one with cake, out of pettiness not even touching the two beautiful cakes sitting on her table, that already had some slices missing.

They had come in two different cars, but since they had left one for his parents, now they were all squeezed in one. Leo was giggling, sitting up front on the passenger's seat, on Jon's lap, while Wendy was squeezed between Luke and Vince in the backseat, Bella driving.

"C'mere," Vince grabbed Wendy's waist, pulling her to sit across his lap, while Lucas reached in the space between the two front seats in order to grab some of the snacks in the tupperware that Leo was holding.

Wendy uncovered the tupperware with cake, breaking off a piece and holding it up to his mouth and Vince grinned, biting it off. It was what used to be his favorite: dulce de leche and chocolate, squished between two layers of a spongy vanilla batter.

He nibbled at her fingertips, letting out a moan when the flavor exploded in his mouth and eagerly finishing up the slice in four more bites. Wendy bit into the next one herself, nodding with a groan, "yeah, this is really good."

"Let me taste," Lucas said, grabbing his own slice and letting out a hum, licking off his fingers, "Bell did you try the cake?"

Vince was salivating for more, but he firmly dug his metaphorical heels. He didn't want to suffer too much, he just wanted the cuddles and tummy rubs and for Wendy to have that look in her eyes as if she was about to explode in flames.

"Wow," Leo grumbled as the car finally came to a stop and he jumped out, "I didn't realize I was so drunk until now."

Jonah laughed, wrapping an arm around his neck, "c'mere, baby. Let's get you to bed."

Bella was leaning heavily on the car as she undid the straps of her heels and Wendy winked at her, tugging on Vince's hand to pull him inside the house.

She was almost vibrating out of her skin as they entered the bedroom and Vince sat down with a groan, falling flat on his back against the pillows and chuckling, tipsy.

"My face is on fire," Wendy whispered, locking the door and walking to him, "I feel high."

"You kinky deviant," Vin chuckled, but his voice was less breathy. He grabbed her hand, planting it over his stomach, "it's bubbling here."

She could feel it. His stomach was packed full with two slices of the non-lactose cake and other foods, wine mixing everything together. Wendy danced her fingers over his skin, "hurts?"

"Not yet," he struggled with the buttons of his shirt, "I'm all yours."

Wendy let out a little huff as she patted his thigh, "lie against the pillows," she bossed, removing her own heels while he did so and then crawling on the bed. She sat on his lap, undoing his belt and pants and Vince let out a little relieved sigh.

She had seen him more stuffed before, straight up looking pregnant, but today he was looking good enough to eat. His belly was rounding out nicely, poking over his boxers and pushing gently against the buttons of his shirt. Wendy busied herself undoing the buttons one by one, leaning in to plant a kiss at every little inch of exposed skin.

He cupped the back of her head, fingers curling on the wavy hair and Vince combed his fingers through them, guiding her kisses to where his stomach was churning the most, "I can feel it right here."

"Here?" Wendy planted her lips over his skin, then Vince let out a surprised chuckle as she bit him. Teasing and light, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to send a jolt of desire down his body. Vince nodded, his mouth drying up.

As if wanting to join the party, he could feel his tummy finally making sense it had been fed its mortal enemy The Milk, because suddenly there was a loud whine from his midsection, loud enough that Wendy pulled back with a chuckle.

"Oh no, we upset it," she said, her voice deeper.

Vince let out a groan, one he wasn't playing up for her. Suddenly everything didn't feel as good in his belly and he shifted uncomfortably in the bed, "okay, I was promised tummy rubs, honey."

"I know, I know," Wendy nodded, planting both her hands on his stomach, fingers drumming his belly. The lightly bloat was getting worse, not enough that she could see anything, but enough they'd soon take notice of it.

Wendy rubbed her thumbs on each side of his stomach, in deep circular motions and then dragged them up, towards his navel. Vince let out a grunt, squirming and Wendy tried not to show just how much every little noise was turning her on.

"Here," Vin grabbed her hand, wincing and planting it over his belly button, "right there."

She pressed her palm flat in, in a half circle motion, in and out, and Vince pressed a fist to his mouth, letting out a sick belch, "ugh, I shouldn't have done this with my favorite cake," he scoffed at his own silliness and leaned his head back, "keep rubbing."

"It's so gurgly," Wendy whispered, leaning in so she could hear the noises better, licking her lips when there was yet another loud whine from his tummy, "it's amazing this is all from one slice."

"Uhm, amazing," Vin said sarcastically, pushing his own hand against his left side and letting out another airy, weak burp, "it hurts here."

"It's where you had those stitches," Wendy noted, gently rubbing her hand over the area and working up another delicate burp from him, "you're so dainty tonight, Vince."

"I know, right? A gentleman," he grimaced as she moved on his lap and caused the cake to splash in his throat, "ugh, wait, don't squirm so much, you're giving me reflux."

Wendy let out a sigh under her breath, heartbeat in her ears as she nodded and continued to stroke and rub his upset tummy, forcing up a gentle burp here and there.

"I can feel just how turned on you are by this," Vince mumbled a couple minutes later, relaxing a little bit. Wendy blushed.

"It's not like I can control it-" she started to defend herself, only for Vin to pull at the front of her dress and bring her mouth in for a kiss. She let out a little surprised noise, before kissing him back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He smiled against the kiss, rolling them on the bed and Wendy let out another moan as she felt his stomach press against hers, "you're gonna make it worse," she whispered against his ear, locking her legs around his torso.

Vince let out a scoff, starting to kiss her neck, "as if you mind," he mumbled, pushing the straps of her dress and letting out a little groan as his belly immediately took his words as a challenge. He leaned in, pressing a little sick burp against her chest, while Wendy stroked his hair back.

"You said you don't wanna be sick," she scoffed, pushing his shoulders, "I'm not gonna make you sick. Lie back down."

"Uhm, changed my mind," Vince teased, but he allowed her to push him on his back again and sighed in relief when the movement reduced the nausea, "it was one little slice, this is ridiculous."

"It's fucking hot, that's what it is," Wendy teased, sliding down on the bed so she could press her cheek to his chest, hand resting on his belly, "close your eyes."

"I wanted to fuck," Vince whined and she let out a loud cackle, turning her face to muffle it against his skin.

"You absolute dweeb," she shook with giggles, "you can't even make out without feeling queasy. Hush."

"This is the most convoluted kink ever, honey," Vin sighed, closing his eyes as he felt his stomach churn in a queasy manner, Wendy pressing little kisses over it and still rubbing.

"We just need to get a hang at this, that's all," she whispered, voice thick with lust and then leaned in, kissing him again, "happy birthday, love."

#mywriting #sickfic #tummy rubs #belly kink #stomach ache #upset tummy #vince monacelli #belly ache

[soulofapatrick]

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder - Gabriel Luna x Reader

Summary: Gabriel comes home from The Last of Us press tour and you two find yourself falling into bed immediately 

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: smut (p in v); fingering; fluff

Notes: I’ve just had Gabriel brain rot from the picture on the right and had to write something 

Y/N’s POV

I settle down on my couch, sinking into the me shaped spot I’ve created from gaming. My head hurts too much to play anything so I just huddle up in a blanket and switch to YouTube, wanting to find something to laugh at like Markiplier but a very familiar face pops up on my recommended. Gabriel Luna. My boyfriend, secret one albeit, and it’s his latest interview for The Last of Us that he messaged me a few days ago saying he had filmed and for me to look out for it. 

Can’t deny I’m a little nervous when I click on the video and skip the add to see Gabriel’s pretty face pop up on my big screen TV. It makes me miss him even more, I have my own acting gigs but right now I’m in between jobs and Gabriel’s off doing the press tour for The Last of Us with Pedro and Bella so we’ve been apart for almost a month now. 

As the interview starts I hear Gabriel’s voice and that southern drawl that I love so much, my heart swelling just hearing him speak and I can’t help but smile at the screen. He looks so handsome and confident, his stylist knowing exactly how to make him look good, his dark curls bouncing as he moves and that cream suit mixed with the black and floral button up? Oh my god, he is perfect. The interviewer is hanging on to his every word and as much as that makes me a little jealous, I also can’t really blame her. 

When Gabriel talks about gaming he mentions me and I feel a rush of emotion. It’s not often he talks about our relationship in public as we both want to keep it private for a little while longer before we do tell everyone. He never uses my name, just calls me his girlfriend and even that has me blushing and squirming. I find myself nodding along as Gabriel talks about his love for The Last of Us games and his admiration for the fanbase. It’s so wonderful to see him passionate about his work and the projects he’s involved in, especially seeing him get to work with one of my best friends - Pedro Pascal. I was a little surprised when my two worlds collided in the best way, Pedro being one of the only few to know about mine and Gabriel’s relationship. 

The interview is coming to an end when I hear keys in the door and I think my heart jumps with hope as only two people have keys. My best friend in the whole world - Barbara Palvin - and Gabriel. As I turn my head towards the door I think I cry as he’s standing there, the door falling shut behind him. There’s a wide smile on his face, his bags falling to the floor as he opens his arms for me and I waste no time throwing the blanket off, almost tripping on it in my hurry to get to Gabriel. His strong arms envelope me in a warm embrace and I can feel myself crying, burying my face in his chest and clinging to him. He’s smoothing down my hair and rocking me on the spot, whispering sweet nothings as he holds me tightly until I’ve calmed down enough for him to pull back slightly. His hands move to cup my face and he leans in to kiss me. 

The kiss starts off gentle, as if Gabriel’s trying to memorise every inch of my lips, his hands moving to my air and the small of my back to pull me closer and deepen the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance. Our lips move in perfect sync, as if we’re communicating through the touch. The taste of him fills my senses and I feel myself melting into him, all the pent-up longing and frustration of being apart for a month pouring out of me. His hands move down to my waist, pull me flush against him, feeling the warmth and strength. He’s breaking the kiss with a playful grin and before I can ask what’s going on I’m being picked up easily and thrown over his shoulder with a shriek of surprise as he heads for the bedroom where he tosses me onto the bed. 

I watch as he kicks of his travel trainers and throws his jacket on the floor before he’s climbing over me, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in the crook of my neck, kissing the bare skin. I can feel his warm breath on my neck as he starts to pepper soft kisses along my collarbone, his hands roaming over my body, sending shivers down my spine when the calloused pads of his fingers find bare skin to trace across as if remembering me. The anticipation builds as he kisses his way up my neck, his lips meeting mine in a heated kiss. I can feel the desire and passion pouring out of Gabriel as his kiss deepens, his tongue eagerly exploring my mouth. His hands move to the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head in one swift movement, revealing my bra-clad chest. He breaks the kiss just long enough to appreciate the sight before him before he’s leaning down to kiss my chest, his lips trailing hot and wet over the fabric of my bra. 

I moan softly, arching my back as he continues his exploration, his hands deftly unhooking my bra and tossing it aside before he’s taking a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking until it’s hard and sensitive. His hands roam over my body, teasing and caressing until I’m gasping for air and my body is on fire with need.  With a wicked grin, Gabriel flips us over, hands gripping my hips and dark eyes trailing down my half bare body, tough darting out to wet his lips, “Fuck darlin’, I missed you s’much.” He murmurs, voice low and husky as he watches me rake my nails lightly down his chest under his shirt, drawing a low sound from him. 

“Too many clothes baby.” I grumble, tugging at his shirt, gasping when he sits up and throws his shirt across the room in one smooth motion, arms coming back to wrap around me, “G-Gabe,” I’m groaning when he guides my hips down against his, feeling his arousal pressing deliciously against my clit with every roll of my hips. His lips are ghosting down my neck, drawing soft moans from me as he leaves a trail of red marks, his lips and teeth leaving a tingling sensation on my skin. His hands wander over my body, finding their way to my waist and pulling me closer to him. The sensation of his lips on my skin and his hands on my body is almost too much to handle, and I find myself arching my back and pressing myself closer to him. I can feel his breath on my neck as he whispers sweet nothings, and I can't help but shiver with pleasure. As he leaves one last hickey on my neck, he pulls back slightly to admire his handiwork with a satisfied grin. I can't help but laugh and playfully swat at him, feeling the happiness and love radiating from him.

Gabriel’s nimble fingers dip into the waistband of my sweatpants and he’s tugging until I slide off his lap, standing in front of him as he scoots to the edge of the bed. His lips find my hips, teeth grazing almost painfully as he pushes my sweatpants and panties down my thighs, allowing me to kick them aside and leaving me completely bare for him. His fingers ghost up the insides of my thighs, kneading the flesh and teasing me until I’m whining and gripping his chin to make him look up at me. The sight of him, sun-kissed skin flushed, russet eyes almost black and pupils blown wide with love and lust, lips wet and parted slightly as he meets my gaze, the starts of a knowing smirk curling at the corners of his lips, “Gabriel.” I choke out, walls clenching around nothing as I lean down to kiss him again. 

His name falls from my lips again, this time breathier as those fantasy-inducing fingers slip through my arousal soaked folds, stopping to rub tight circles over my clit, my hands flying to his shoulders as he breaks the kiss to watch my reaction. Without warning, or teasing, he’s sheathing a thick finger inside me, drawing a surprised gasp from me, my eyes fluttering shut when his thumb goes back to circling my clit. A second finger soon joins the first, finding an almost abusing pace, fingers curling and hitting that spongy spot every time and my thighs are beginning to shake embarrassingly quickly but from the way Gabriel’s eyes are glued to where his fingers are disappearing inside me he’s proud. A grin on his kissable lips when my nails leave half-moons in his freckled shoulders and my body jerks forwards, my temple pressed against his so I’m moaning into his ear as a wave of ecstasy crashes over me, his other arm having to wrap around my waist to hold me up as his fingers don’t stop until I’m whining. 

“Darlin’, you’re so pretty,” Gabriel coos, fingers slipping from me and he’s guiding me back down onto the bed, making sure there’s enough pillows under my head before he’s shimmying out of his jeans and boxers. My eyes drift down his body, swallowing thickly at the sight of him, all hot and bothered just for me, the dark curls that lead to his thick dick that is oozing precum. I’m parting my legs for him as he climbs over me, running the head through my slicked folds a few times before he pushes the head past, a low and guttural sound falling from those pretty pink lips as his hands find mine and press them to the bed, either side of my head. He slowly rocks his hips, slipping further with every thrust until he’s buried to the hilt, nose nudging my cheek until I turn my head towards him and he’s drawing me into a passionate kiss. The taste of him fills my senses, and I find myself lost in the moment, unable to think of anything else but him and the way he leaves me feeling so full and loved. I’m wrapping my legs around his hips and digging my heels into the small of his back, pushing him in even further than I thought possible, the tip brushing my cervix and a whimper is escaping my throat. 

“G-Gabe please, fuck…” I’m begging and it doesn’t take much,  his hips snapping against mine as he sets a slow but deep pace. The taste of coffee on his lips is sweet and intoxicating and adding to the heightened pleasure of him hitting that spongey spot each time. My back arching into every thrust, eyelids slipping shut as I’m consumed by everything Gabriel, hands sliding into his curls and gripping the back of his neck, feeling his muscles ripple and flutter with every movement. His body is pressed flush against mine, a light sheen of sweat coating our bodies, the coarse curls of his v-line catching my clit with every roll of his hips that has my thighs tightening around him. I can feel every bump and ridge against my walls with every pull out and his tip presses deliciously into that spongey spot every time he bottoms out. Low and guttural sounds rumble in his chest as our bodies shine with a thin layer of sweat, his curls sticking to his forehead, sun-kissed skin flushing as he makes love to me. His nose nuzzling my jaw and as he whispers sweet nothings, lips ghosting my neck, lips soft and breath hot. It’s hot and heavy, slow and sensual, and I can feel that coil in my stomach ready to snap. 

My walls are fluttering around him as his hips begin to stutter, my name falling from his lips and he’s biting down on the sensitive skin of my jaw when he thrusts one more time, burying himself to the hilt again and staying there. I can feel him filling me up, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing circles into it until I’m crying out and throwing my head back into the pillows. My walls clamp down around him, milking him for every drop until he’s collapsing on top of me as we try to catch our breath. He’s humming softly as I begin to card a hand through his messy curls, having missed him so goddamn much. 

He tries to move but I wrap my arms around him and keep my legs locked enough for him to get the hint, a low rumble of laughter in his chest as his kisses my collarbone and just shifts us so we’re laying on our sides. His hand cups my cheek, eyes fluttering open and still dark and warm as he meets my gaze, thumb brushing over my bottom lip lovingly as he whispers, “I’ve missed you so much sweetheart, let’s never be apart again.” 

I’m nodding in agreement, pressing a kiss to his open palm before burying my face in the crook of his neck as my eyelids grow heavy with sleep. He’s wrapping his arms comfortingly around me and the last thing I hear is him chuckle as my response. 

“Yes, let’s.” 

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[unclefungusthegoat]

So I've been thinking about THIS:

for like a whole day now, and it's got me like:

So here are my notes and questions and thoughts:

Gonna be long, going to put under a 'keep reading'

THE PEOPLE INVOLVED

Simon Mirren. He created Versailles, and him posting this image suggests that he's working on a project related to Versailles or the Louis XIV period of history.

'He's back'. The word 'back' here absolutely suggests a return of someone we're familiar with.

Alex Vlahos is INVESTED in whatever it is - suggesting 'HE' is Philippe. He liked the post and commented 'Makes you wonder why he ever went away'...

... and then David Wolstenscroft, the OTHER creator of Versailles, replied saying 'And how'.

This is so cryptic. They all know who 'he' is. Alex seems perhaps wistful, maybe about the end of the show and therefore the end of Philippe. 'And how'... I've no freaking idea what this means. How 'Philippe' went away? How he's come back?

How he went away... the show ended.

How he's come back... well I have a theory later.

This screenshot above is taken from Gabriella Petrillo's Twitter account - as you can see, Alex shared the pic to his Instagram story captioned 'Oh, who invited you?'

Which is in QUOTATION MARKS.

Meaning that this is either Philippe asking the audience, or a general character tagline for the project.

OTHER PEOPLE WHO LIKED THE PIC

Anna Brewster (Montespan), Sarah Winter (Louise de la Valliere), Raphael Roger Levy (The Masked Man in S1), and also Nicki Oebel who works with Alex as the second half of his film company Cowhouse Films

TAGGED NAMES

Tagged in this picture are:

ALEX VLAHOS (and his tag is directly on the man's head, which might not mean anything, but suggests it's him)

EVAN WILLIAMS (not him, Chevy is blond)

GEORGE BLAGDEN (the only other real candidate as to who this could be, but compared side by side to the Versailles promo photos, and with the lack of response from George, I doubt it)

STUART BOWMAN (too young to be him)

Also tagged: Versailles Series, MonChevy Love, Versailles fan club.

Bonus: Helen Mirren (Simon Mirren's aunt), Bella Thorne, both actors, and also Louis Vuitton Official and Harris Reed, both fashion houses/designers

THE IMAGE

OK, so lets assume this is meant to be Philippe.

COSTUME/HAIR

The jacket is the wrong style for 1600s Versailles. It's more 1700s, and the real Philippe died in 1701. The costume designers for the original show were METICULOUS in their choices and the way things were worn. Including COLOUR PALATTES. Every character had their own. And Philippe only wore white like this once... at the costume party in S1 E9 when he dressed identically to Louis. Generally, Philippe wore more grey and silver.

If the figure is Philippe, the hair is the right colour, but shorter, and also half up, which is not a style Philippe ever wore in the show. His hair was sleeker with much looser waves, whereas this man has quite thick hair.

LOCATION

I think the Chateau in the photo is Fontainebleau, where some of Versailles was filmed, but I can't find a direct parallel photo from the position 'Philippe' is standing in. However, Fontainebleau has lots of water near it, like in the photo. (And I also feel like I saw Alex visiting there on Instagram within the past few months but I don't know if my brain is playing tricks on me)

IS IT AI?

My sister pointed out the image could be AI generated and honestly? I agree. No hands on show, and the bottom of the sleeves look a bit weird. No location tagged either. Historical costume that isn't quite right for the period we're assuming it to be, or for Philippe's character, which wouldn't be inkeeping with the series' aesthetic.

Could definitely be AI.

REALITY CHECK

Versailles was the most expensive show Canal+ had ever produced. I think it still is. And a new series, or spinoff series, would be just as expensive to produce. This isn't Game of Thrones we're talking about. The show has its hardcore fans, but it wasn't exactly a household name, which studios would throw masses of money at to reboot.

The story of S3 of Versailles also ended in the early-mid 1680s, just as the cast were reaching the point where it seemed ludicrous that they all still looked so young. The cast are now all doing different projects, several have married and had children since. They've moved on with their lives. To think they'd all return to a reboot or spinoff show... is unlikely.

However...

SAINT CLOUD

Alex Vlahos tormented us all with this snippet of a 'Saint Cloud' concept trailer a couple of months ago. Saint Cloud was the name of Philippe's chateau, and his spinoff idea was always a MonChevy comedy show about their lives and debauchery and stuff at their home.

But let's face it, this whole thing feels unlikely, and more just like a bit of a fun idea than something that a studio would actually produce, and he's only just started writing a concept trailer...

BUT.

SPEAKING OF...

ALEX VLAHOS

I'm gonna do a whole section on Alex Vlahos, because there's no way he's not involved. He, in fact, announced something at the convention that gives me my biggest theory about what this is.

Alex is obviously a driving force for the Versailles fandom. He was a key figure at the conventions and at the con in May I went to, and on Instagram shortly after, he announced he is going to do a Versailles podcast next year. It'll be a 30 episode thing, one for each episode of the show, and he said he'll have guest stars to chat to... including other actors and the showrunners, Simon Mirren and David Wolstencroft.

So.

That is a CONFIRMED upcoming Versailles project.

And so this image?

MY THEORY

I'm running with the theory that it's is a promo image for Alex's Versailles podcast, possibly made with AI.

It would make sense.

It's something for the fans, hence the tagged accounts. It'll feature the tagged actors to talk about the show. It's not something that is going to cost a million euros to make, so is more realistic. It's not a long term commitment for actors who have other jobs now.

It shows a man who looks a bit like Philippe - looking back at the chateau, as if reminiscing about his time there... just as Alex is going to do on his podcast.

BUT'S

Of course, this is just my theory. If it is the case, the fact that this podcast had already been announced twice makes the mysterious nature of this pic/conversation weird. And the fact that it was Simon Mirren posting it first, not Alex Vlahos, would be weird too, although maybe it's just because it's going to be quite an 'official' thing, with the support of the showrunners.

But I digress.

Anyway, on a final note, I would VERY VERY VERY willing to be proven wrong, and have a Versailles S4 or a MonChevy spinoff happening, I might actually cry if it does hahahaha

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Forever Begins Now - Chapter Three.

Sorry this took me weeks to get to you, besties! I have spread myself a little thin with the writing of late, and work being busy, and everything else I’m trying to cram in. I need a 36 hour day! 

Previous Chapters - One  Two

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,245

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI! 

“Ewww, thoroughbred knees.”

“Sweetie, you have to stop with this knee thing you have! You don’t have horse knees!”

“I can’t! It’s my wedding day and they look extra knobbly, because of course they do!”

“Bella, you’re paranoid. Look at yourself. You look beautiful. Absolutely stunning. Now, let's get down to the guys, before I steal you from Angel and go marry you instead.”

Nala’s words had her and Amelia giggling softly, Bella looking at her reflection again, her girlfriends flanking her, wrapping their arms around her and smiling lovingly. Bella’s knee paranoia aside, she had to admit, she’d never seen herself look so nice, Amelia helping with her hair, her makeup done exactly how Angel liked it best, smoky eyes and slick, glossy lips. Well, the lipgloss irritated him when he ended up covered in it, but the smoky eyes he loved.  

She’d been lucky enough to find two dresses that were almost identical to hers, but in black lace, Amelia and Nala both matching with leopard print feels, except not quite as high as Bella’s. It was rock n’ roll wedding chic, Bella not the kind of girl who wanted to wear anything overly bridal. She knew Angel would likely not be too formal either, but when the elevator doors opened, the girls crossing the hotel lobby, all of them got a surprise when they took in their guys.  

There they were, five tattooed, Latino bad boys, looking absolutely immaculate in dark charcoal grey suits, with black shirts and ties, turning the heads of just about every woman who passed them by. Bella felt like she needed a crane to pick her jaw up off the floor, Angel grinning widely as he greeted her with a kiss, touched beyond words that each girl carried a bouquet of sunflowers wrapped in purple ribbon, a beautiful tribute to his beloved mother.  

“Bloody... hell.” Her stunned words had him laughing immediately. “Oh my god, you look...”

That reaction was worth it all. “I scrub up well, don’t I?”  

“Well, since my first reaction to seeing you in a suit is wanting to get you out of it, then yes, yes you do!” she giggled, kissing him again.

He grasped her hands taking a moment to view her properly, shaking his head, feeling a lump form in his throat. He was the luckiest guy in the world. “And you? Just know I’ll never, ever forget how stunning you look today. Never. You were always right, you know. You and me, we were meant to be. We were always meant to find a way back to one another.”

She felt tears prickle her eyes, kissing him again, not aware of Nala taking a picture of that very moment, a picture that would end up being her favourite of them ever taken, just them, staring at one another adoringly, about to be married, never happier.

For the entire duration of fifteen-minute walk to the chapel, they couldn’t stop looking at one another, stopping every so often to fall into kisses, lagging behind, missing the hilarity that was Creeper and EZ receiving a barrage of female interest along the journey, and doing absolutely nothing to dissuade it as the only two single men of the group, Creeper falling into banter with a girl who asked how far the coverage of his tattoos went, and him telling her she was welcome to find him at the hotel later and undress him until she saw for herself weren’t even registered, the almost married couple too busy staring at one another dreamily.  

That adoration only continued, too, from the moment EZ dutifully walked his soon to be sister-in-law down the aisle, all the way through the vows, Bella teary the entire time and Angel hanging onto the urge to shed his own tears of happiness like never before, something he couldn’t help once the minister had pronounced them man and wife. As he kissed her, he saw her for the first time all over again in his head, knowing that truly, she’d captured him right from the beginning.

She always would, too.

There would never be a day that passed where Bella didn’t light his heart on fire, and he knew that all the more as they stood there exchanging kisses, their friends clapping and cheering, getting bombed with rice and confetti. Photos were taken, congratulations given, Angel and Bella so wrapped up in one another they barely noticed anything else, leaving to head to the nearest bar and begin celebrating.  

“God damnit, I gotta get this noose off,” Angel spoke, pulling his tie undone. “I get bad flashbacks, wearing suits. Makes me feel like I’m meant to be in court.” He had his new wife in hysterics as he pocketed it, taking one of the many shots he’d just bought and sinking it, turning to lick her cheek.  

She laughed, returning the gesture, Amelia taking a picture of the moment. “Next time you want to show me that tongue, aim a little lower, big sexy.”  

Immediately, his eyebrows rose. “Don’t put that in my head, or I’ll be dragging you off to the damned restroom.” They managed to contain themselves for all of three hours, heading back to the hotel where their friends continued to party, with them heading up to their room to a barrage of wolf whistles and razzing.  

Walking arm in arm across the lobby, Angel noticed that the previously empty baby grand across the other side now had a woman present, playing something he vaguely remembered hearing before, the piece beautiful enough to suddenly stop, spin his wife gently and begin to sway with her right there upon the polished floor, in amongst the tourists, not caring an ounce if he was getting in anyone’s way.  

“Angel Reyes,” she cooed, gently nuzzling his nose with hers. “Are you being romantic again?”

“Yup,” he confirmed, kissing her, smiling when a nearby elderly lady gushed ‘Horace! Look at these beautiful kids dancing!’ to her husband. “Ain’t nobody ever brought it out in me like you do, B. Besides, we gotta stick with some kind of tradition, first dance and all that bullshit, even though I don’t know the song. I kinda recognise it, though.”

Bella concentrated to take in the notes, having it hit her suddenly, beginning to laugh softly. “I know exactly what it is, and so should you! It’s from my favourite film. It’s You’re so Cool by Hans Zimmer, from True Romance.”  

“I guess that’s fucking perfectly fitting then, ain’t it?”

She kissed him, swaying in his arms, resting her cheek to his. “Oh, isn’t it just?”

And so there they were, the madness of the hotel swirling around them, but within their little bubble, they were the only people there in the foyer, the rich swell of the piano music all they could hear, Bella moving her head to look back up at him, Angel resting his forehead to hers. “I love you, Isabella.”  

“I love you more, and I’ll keep on loving you more, every single day.”  

He beamed, kissing the tip of her nose. “The rest of the world just fell away,” he whispered, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. “It’s you and me, baby. Just us.”

She nuzzled him, kissing him softly. “As it was always meant to be.” If Angel was certain of anything, it was that, that Bella had always been right when she said they’d been destined to find a way back to one another. They slow danced until the song finished, even receiving a little round of applause from a few people they’d failed to notice had stopped to watch, heading to the elevator.  

Once it arrived on their floor with a ding, Angel picked her up and carried her back to their room, happily announcing ‘we just got married! Look at my wife, ain’t she a stunner!’ to a couple who smiled happily at them along the way, offering their congratulations, Bella high on love, and a little drunk on tequila shots. It wasn’t exactly how she’d envisaged her wedding day to be back when she was a little girl, but she wouldn’t have changed it for the world. Especially not when her new husband put her down once they’d reached their room, advancing on her in a manner that was nothing short of predatory.  

Clothes were shed, hot kisses full of longing shared, Bella pushing him down to the bed before removing all of her jewellery, as she’d started to do ever since he’d told her it was like having sex with wind chimes, all of the tinkling of her many bracelets and earrings. It still made her laugh, even thinking about it.  

“Get that pretty butt over here,” he spoke, lying back on the bed. “I want my gorgeous wife to take a seat right on my face.”

His wife. She knew it would be a long time before the novelty of hearing him refer to her as such wore off, if at all. Sauntering over, she climbed onto the bed, leaning to kiss him before straddling his chest, Angel manoeuvring himself down, pushing her legs wider with his elbows, his tongue swiping a long lick against her folds before teasing its way within. Nothing was rushed, each lick slow, a sensual delivery of wet warmth, his hands gliding over her thighs, stroking the patterns of her tattoos as he skimmed the softest of licks over her clit.  

She gleamed, each little tickle gilded in tingles, his breath hot at her folds as he laved them again, sucking on her softly, mindful not to give her too much, even though it was exactly what he craved. A little tease never hurt anyone. That softer touch did nothing but inflate her craving, Angel grinning to himself, tongue softly fluttering over her opening, skating over the dew of her pent-up longing for him to, well...

“Oh... fuck!” she gasped at finally feeling him sweep a firm lick at her, the wide drag of his tongue over her clit causing her to quiver, waves of bliss at being satiated washing over her. His need is to devour strengthened, his tongue pressing repeated flat licks against her pink heat, tasting, dragging her folds thoroughly before settling to work side to side over her clit.

She keened against his mouth, her hands becoming lost in the silken, deep onyx of his hair, tugging gently as he rolled his tongue over her bud in a slow, gentle circle. He watched her intently while eating her with aplomb, her body trembling with a series of lustful quakes, soft sighs escaping her mouth, entangled fingers tugging at his hair.

Her clit hardened against his mouth, his tongue bathing it in wet heat even further when he thumbed the hood, pulling it back gently to reveal more of her potent little pink bud to each roll of his tongue, his precise circles continuing, pleasure rocketing through her.  

“Too much?” he asked, Bella’s hips juddering like a live wire was running through her bones.

“No, just enough. Please, baby. Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice almost strangled, she was so deliriously aroused.  

“I won’t, promise. Not even when you cum.” He winked at her before his dark lashes fluttered shut, cheeks hollowing as he sucked upon her again, the coil within her groin twisting violently in response. Gasping, she began to pant hard, the suction at her bud increasing steadily, a deep groan vibrating through it, prompting her to wail in bliss.  

His hands pressed into her thighs, opening them again after they’d begun to close around his head, one moving to grip her waist, steadying her against the onslaught to come as the other slipped down to join his mouth.  Stroking her folds with the back of his fingers, he added to the extremely rigorous stimulation of his tongue as it lashed her clit with wild licks, his middle digit then pushing against her sodden entrance, sinking into the slick of her cunt fully to curl around and rake against the sweetest of spots.  

Firm, precise strokes had her reeling, her chest heaving as she cried out, sparks glittering through her. She began to shake, Angel adding a second, then a third finger into her plush heat, Bella feeling herself stretched wide as they drove in and out relentlessly. Her nerves buzzed, his tongue igniting heat down to her bones as she began to clench around him fiercely. “Mmmm, that’s it, baby girl. Cum all over my tongue.” he encouraged her with, his voice thick and gravelly.  

Every pant was replaced with a soft, helpless cry, her voice breaking on his name as she cried out, her entire body shaking as white-hot heat jumped with the lightning from strike point to strike point, sharp and uncontained, her fluttering cunt flooding against his fingers. After chasing her release with ardent beats of his tongue, he made her see stars before removing his hand to suck upon her instead, orgasmic nectar bathing his mouth, his groan guttural. Just as he promised too, he didn’t cease.  

It was too much, his grip upon her narrow waist keeping her steady as her overstimulated body jolted against his mouth, his tongue circling her aching bud once more. He ate her like a bear devouring fresh honey, hungry and without pause or reserve as her sweet slick bathed his eager tongue. He had her ascending again sharply, this time though pushing her onto her back as he climbed out from beneath her, sinking himself into the quivering warmth of her cunt, his thumb dragging sparks at her clit as she came undone again, her back arching like the bending of a bow, his mouth upon hers, drinking back each soft mewl.

The heat of his cock forced a gasp from her, her nails digging into his shoulder, Angel virtually growling against her neck, nipping her just below her ear as he bottomed out, dragged back and plunged into her again. Her wail made his insides throb, hands roaming her, mouth catching hers in a smouldering kiss, Bella arching against him as his head dipped, mouth closing over her nipple, a long sigh exiting her parted lips. He was her husband, her husband. It was the best decision she’d ever made, the moment she’d said yes.

A furnace of heat roared steadily between them, Angel sitting back on his heels, pulling her up with him, their kisses all honey and embers, staring at one another adoringly, foreheads touching, hands stroking. The lewd sound of his cock cutting through her slick filled the room along with her soft, breathy moans, Angel’s fingers losing themselves in her hair, staring at her, bowled over by feelings so strong, he never thought he’d be capable of feeling them, not to mention lucky enough.  

“Fuck, fuck, baby,” he sighed, kissing her. “I love you so much, Mrs Reyes.”  

Her nails trawled down his neck, nuzzling her nose against his. “I love you so much, too. I’m the happiest wife in the world right now.”  

He smiled, moving up into her a little harder, that happiness doing nothing but blooming, her pleasure igniting, gasping as the hard thick of him speared her deep. She rode the crest of the wave he fucked up into her, his breath blasting hard against her neck, his own release rushing through him seconds after as he let it go, the coil snapping within him, pulsing waves of cum deep into her fluttering walls. Breathless, dreamy bliss abounded, kissing one another softly, hands wandering each other’s sweaty skin, the tingles of their release ebbing away gently, nerve endings still twitching as Angel unfolded his legs from beneath him, lying back with her against his chest.

“Do we have to go back downstairs?” he pondered, his fingers losing themselves in her hair.  

“Maybe not just yet,” she confirmed, tracing the outline of his chest tattoos with her fingernail. “Once I’ve recovered, I think I want you to do that to me all over again.” He did, too. After sexually fulfilling themselves, they showered and headed back down to their friends, spending the rest of their wedding day enjoying just about everything Vegas had to offer, their time there seeming to pass much too quickly in a whirl of partying, wild sex and fun.  

There was more celebrating to be done back in Santo Padre, the guys who had missed their wedding wanting to congratulate them accordingly. Well, most of them.  

Bella found him by himself about halfway through the night, sitting on the steps of the clubhouse. Lighting a cigarette, she knew there was some air clearing that needed to be done, moving to seat herself at his side. “You don’t like me anymore, do you?”  

Bishop took a long drag on his cigarette, slowly turning his head to look at her. “I never said that.”  

“It’s true, though.”

He sniffed, shrugging slightly. “No, it isn’t. What I don’t like is the fact that you lied to one of my guys, a lie that could have had him thrown in jail and permanently branded with the stigma of sex offender. That’s what I don’t like, Bella.”  

“And no one could blame you for that, either,” she began, feeling her heart quicken with nerves. He was right, of course. However, it did not mean she wouldn’t argue her side of it. “But tell me, Bish, did you never make a mistake when you were sixteen? Or since? You taking a moral Highground with me when you freely pick and choose which laws you abide by and which you break is a little rich too, if you ask me.”  

He remained silent, knowing that it was his turn to be smacked with a little slap of truth. “I was in love, and too young to know how the hell to navigate it all, terrified of losing him, too. You’ve got a teenage daughter; you know how hard we fall when we become enamoured. I know it wasn’t right, but at the end of the day, mate, Angel has made his peace with it, he knows I’m sorry, and he knows I’m never, ever going to lie to him again. I know what happens if I do, I lose him forever, and I won’t risk that heartbreak.”  

His mouth upturned at the corner, laughing softly through his nose. If she hadn’t just hit him with something he absolutely couldn’t defend. He ran heroin over a border, a drug that took and ruined the lives of thousands of people, yet he was calling her morals into question for essentially being a young girl in love, and making a mistake? He saw right there that he was being ridiculous. “You know something? I guess you’re right. I suppose it’s time I pull my head out of my ass, huh? None of us are perfect, after all.”

“Nope,” she confirmed. “All we can do is try out best to be better when we do something wrong or hurt someone we love.”

“Very true,” he smiled. “So, how was Vegas?”

Very simply, things had been smoothed over, Bella and Bishop sitting talking, enjoying one another’s company just as they always did. It felt nice, but she’d be lying that there wasn’t a wash of trepidation lapping at her insides. After all, she still had to reveal her nuptials to her mother, and she knew Deb would be a different matter entirely.  

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[fuckmeyer]

I’m certain this is over 500 words but I am dying to hear more about all of this. I genuinely tried to cut but I could not make up my mind - silk tie anon (still workshopping the name here, not sure I want to be know for Edward’s clothing/buns all that bad):

Edward had threaded one hand through my hair and was mindlessly curling strands around his finger, sweeping them off my shoulder, bringing them to his lips. My nails traced mindless patterns on his other hand wrapped around my waist.

The intimacy and burn of his fingers on my skin made me remember with striking emotion how much I missed him touching me, how starved I was.

We breathed in unison. Every other moment, a faint static would pulse down my body. At first, I thought it was him flinching, but it was rhythmic and soft. Like was responding to me. Like our bodies were syncing up. In a good way.

I sighed. “I wish it could be like this all the time.”

He caught my hand in his and brought the back of it to his lips.

“Em’s obsessed with carbon-neutral cabins now,” said Edward. “I should ask him to build us one.”

I could practically hear the smile on him.

Usually, I would balk and respond along the lines of No way, Jose.

Cactus Bella would’ve, anyway.

“That’d be nice,” I said. Edward hmm’d in response, just as surprised by my reaction as I was. “We could watch the sunset every night. It’d have to have a tiny art studio, though. With a view.”

“Yes. Art studio in the attic, recording studio in the basement.”

“And a library.”

“The rest of the house is a library. Every room has at least one floor-to-ceiling bookshelf.”

“And we could decorate and hang up pictures. And we’d never pay rent.”

“And I would make tea for you every morning and dinner for you every night. We would stay there for weeks at a time.”

“Months.”

“Years.”

“Forever.”

“Forever,” he echoed. It sounded off.

The sun dropped into the horizon.

“Twilight, again,” I remembered him saying at prom. “No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end….”

At prom, it had sounded romantic.

Here, it haunted me.

We didn’t speak. Only dying birdsongs and classical music filled the silence.

Before he could wallow in his forever comment, I asked, “So what's on the menu for tonight?” gesturing with my head to the tiny stereo. “Wagner, to celebrate my being done reading that freak Nietzsche?”

“Hah hah. As if this was remotely Wagnerian.” For a moment he tensed underneath me; his faltering chuckle returned. “I was wondering when you’d say something. What do you think?”

It was the smoothest-sounding music I’d ever heard—that’s what I thought. Every note was correct and on key and on beat and every instrument played with exact preciseness. It felt more like the whole song was just one fluid, resonating harmonic note to the next. A dream. A fantasy.

What set it apart were the colors. They jumped off the track. Purples and orangey-yellows, mostly, but the piano sounded like the greenest grass Forks had ever grown.

“Unedited thoughts only,” he warned me.

“You know what it reminds me of?” I said, patting his knee. “Debussy. With a little Emile Pandolfi zhuzh to it. Or like if Rachmaninov woke up one day and decided to write something a little more understated.”

“Classical influences with modern touches.”

“Exactly.”

“Dramatic?”

“In good way. Y’know? Not so cloying and loud.”

“Calmer.”

“Yeah. Less struggle. If that makes sense.”

“Interesting.” He tried keeping an even face but his eyes lit up. He nuzzled his face into my collar. “But the real question: do you like it?”

“Hell yeah. That’s my biased opinion. You know I like your recs.”

“Except Bobby Vinton.”

“Fifties trash,” I said with a dismissive shrug, “what can you say?”

“I’d say your taste in men is better than your taste in music, and that’s not saying much.”

His voice was jovial—and false.

—No, not false.

Shaken with a sheepish nervousness. Embarrassment?

I laid back against his chest. Puzzle pieces assembled in my head, so loud and clear I would assume he could hear me coming to my conclusions.

Edward was nervous.

All night, he’d been nervous.

The good kind of nervous.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll bite. Tell me.”

Laying against him, I could feel excitement coursing through him.

“Hm?”

“There’s a speech you’re not telling me,” I said. Edward broke into a smile but looked down so I wouldn’t see it. The anticipation he carried with him felt like live wires on my skin. “You’re dying to say it. Mhm. Something overwrought. Or some super nerdy, esoteric lecture, I bet. Yeah. The blues speech. The classical music. There’s a theme going on here.” He laughed. “Tell me. Who’s this dead guy and why do I care?”

“The tongue on you.” His lips kissed my temple, tickled the shell of my ear when he spoke. “That dead guy is me, thank you very much.”

“Huh?” I whipped around to face him with an open-mouthed smile. “No way.”

“Yes, way. Wrote and performed.”

“This? Really? You wrote this? Really?” As I talked, I moved to straddle him, my hands on his shoulders, the side of his neck. Brassy golds and jewel-toned purples swirled through the music drifting between us. “That’s so cool!”

This, like everything else about Edward, seemed otherworldly in its grace and beauty. It felt like listening to the future of music—refined to an even higher degree of perfection.

Of course this was his.

“Is it so hard to believe?”

Now my hands played nervously with the locks of his hair that sat at the nape of his neck. “No, it’s just, you said you hadn't written anything since the 70s, and the colors are just—I mean it’s perfect, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but, just—wow."

"Eloquent as always."

"This is amazing work. Wow!” It felt like I radiated so much joy, my cheeks burned. “Congratulations, oh my god. It’s great. It’s brilliant. I take back all the ‘dead guy, don’t care’ stuff. Lecture me up.”

“You assume I have more to say?”

I snickered, raking my hand through his hair and pulling on it. He purred. “Six words? You? Please,” I said, and he laughed. “What d’you got for me? Historical context? Music theory? Behind-the-scenes anecdote? You gotta unedit, y’know.”

Getting Edward to share any of his compositions had been, up until now, impossible. He had informed me several times he hadn’t written anything since the 1970s. Any time I’d ask, he’d just come up with some medley of songs by others, or he’d improvise.

“It’s a lullaby.” Beat. “Your lullaby.” Another beat. “I wrote it for you.”

I blinked. Stilled.

“For me?” My hand fell back to his chest, leaving his hair a wild, sculpted mess. Edward watched my face fall and eyes drift toward the speaker; his brows knit. “A lullaby? For me?”

Edward laughed, nervous, and pressed a button on the stereo.

"Happy birthday," he murmured to me.

Instruments jumped into that first note, springing to life with a harmonized breathlessness that reminded me of sky blue, lavender, spots of gold, and brown. An overwhelming, bright, vibrant first measure calmed into a languid, inquisitive piano.

Oftentimes, a song would have competing colors, for better or for worse. Anything I wanted to paint would require several relistenings and a full-on moodboard before the oil would ever hit the canvas.

Art supplies were expensive—you had to be sure of your vision.

But this. This was gorgeous. Like it had been written with the intention of being ready for the canvas.

For me.

“It’s been in my mind for a while now. At first, they were just bits of melodies you’ve given me from our time together. The happy, sunny times.”

“Like a tapestry of little memories?” I joked, voice thick with emotion.

“In the middle of the night, if you start tossing, I hum it to you. I think you like it. It calms you down.” He grinned. “You stop trying to kick me, anyway.”

“Which memories did you use?”

“G-minor, when you first spoke to me—that was the first measure. The first night I stayed over. Picking wild blackberries for you on the way to the meadow. And— Do you remember the second time we took the truck to that forest a couple miles north of Goat Rocks?” I frowned. “In July? We played Nickel Nock in the truckbed? You were asking about the—"

“Fireflies,” we finished in unison. I laughed. “Duh!” I told him it’d been the first time I’d seen one in person. Edward turned off the lamp and caught one for me in his hands just so I could see it up close. I smiled wide. “The little chimes in background. Is that them? The fireflies?”

“Perceptive.”

Tears threatened to spill over; I wiped one away from the corner with my thumb.

hey Silk Buns anon, you can choose your own nickname as far as i'm concerned. i love you

COME NIGHTFALL CHAPTER 3: DATE - DVD COMMENTARY

[i haven't read this chapter since i posted it lmao OOP-]

Edward had threaded one hand through my hair and was mindlessly curling strands around his finger, sweeping them off my shoulder, bringing them to his lips. My nails traced mindless patterns on his other hand wrapped around my waist.

The intimacy and burn of his fingers on my skin made me remember with striking emotion how much I missed him touching me, how starved I was.

We breathed in unison [ok but fr breathing in unison w/ ur partner is relaxing as fuck]. Every other moment, a faint static would pulse down my body. At first, I thought it was him flinching, but it was rhythmic and soft. Like was responding to me. Like our bodies were syncing up. In a good way.

[it's wild how many hints i dropped about the mating bond. i was resolved to put it in the fic because it was an unexplored part of smeyer's lore & an interesting creative challenge (much like imprinting, although that's more about fixing mistakes than fleshing out a concept). but i didn't have the mechanics of mating hammered out at all. details like this are fun to come back to because they ended up fitting perfectly.]

I sighed. “I wish it could be like this all the time.”

He caught my hand in his and brought the back of it to his lips.

“Em’s obsessed with carbon-neutral cabins now,” said Edward. “I should ask him to build us one.” [something something By Starlight Chapter 9: Envoy]

I could practically hear the smile on him.

Usually, I would balk and respond along the lines of No way, Jose.

Cactus Bella would’ve, anyway. [Cactus Bella should have come back]

“That’d be nice,” I said. Edward hmm’d in response, just as surprised by my reaction as I was. “We could watch the sunset every night. It’d have to have a tiny art studio, though. With a view.” [this would be in the attic]

“Yes. Art studio in the attic [HEY!!!!], recording studio in the basement.”

“And a library.” [i picture them having a tiny cabin with a loft, lots of plants, artwork, cozy chairs, one of those little roller ladders for their library, & tons of windows that overlook the forest below. i'm projecting my own desires btw]

“The rest of the house is a library. Every room has at least one floor-to-ceiling bookshelf.” [get you a fanfic Edward Cullen who says "YES, AND"!!!]

“And we could decorate and hang up pictures. And we’d never pay rent.” [i can't imagine how much Bella hates dealing with landlords. from her describing her experiences delivering Renee's late rent to telling Phil to pay rent early to "get the landlord off Renee's back" to her doing DIY plumbing repairs, it feels like she does everything in her power to avoid getting a landlord in her hair. honestly, mood.]

“And I would make tea for you every morning and dinner for you every night. We would stay there for weeks at a time.”

“Months.”

“Years.”

“Forever.”

“Forever,” he echoed. It sounded off.

The sun dropped into the horizon.

“Twilight, again,” I remembered him saying at prom. “No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end….”

[so interesting, this shift we see in Edward by the end of Come Nightfall/beginning of By Starlight. in ITA he insists there is an end to all things (especially the self). contrast this with BS Chapter 1: Ultimatum where he insists Bella isn't terminal. he's able to rationalize that he can't keep Bella, but the more he falls in love with her, the less he wants to stand by his assertion that there is an end to all things...]

At prom, it had sounded romantic.

Here, it haunted me.

We didn’t speak. Only dying birdsongs and classical music filled the silence.

Before he could wallow in his forever comment, I asked, “So what's on the menu for tonight?” gesturing with my head to the tiny stereo. “Wagner, to celebrate my being done reading that freak Nietzsche?” [i was reading The Gay Science at the time. sadly, the book does not cover homosexuality]

“Hah hah. As if this was remotely Wagnerian.” For a moment he tensed underneath me; his faltering chuckle returned. “I was wondering when you’d say something. What do you think?”

It was the smoothest-sounding music I’d ever heard—that’s what I thought. Every note was correct and on key and on beat and every instrument played with exact preciseness. It felt more like the whole song was just one fluid, resonating harmonic note to the next. A dream. A fantasy.

[in the early stages of drafting these fics, i list bullet points of things that i think would be cool to write. at the climax of New Moon, instead of exposing himself to humans, i thought it'd be fun if Edward had turned Bella's lullaby into an anti-Volturi operatic work that he would play throughout Volterra on St Marcus' Day. not all ideas are good ideas]

What set it apart were the colors. They jumped off the track. Purples and orangey-yellows, mostly, but the piano sounded like the greenest grass Forks had ever grown. [Bella has chromesthesia. light spoilers?, this comes back later]

“Unedited thoughts only,” he warned me.

“You know what it reminds me of?” I said, patting his knee. “Debussy. With a little Emile Pandolfi zhuzh to it. Or like if Rachmaninov woke up one day and decided to write something a little more understated.”

“Classical influences with modern touches.”

“Exactly.”

“Dramatic?”

“In good way. Y’know? Not so cloying and loud.”

“Calmer.”

“Yeah. Less struggle. If that makes sense.”

“Interesting.” He tried keeping an even face but his eyes lit up. He nuzzled his face into my collar. “But the real question: do you like it?”

“Hell yeah. That’s my biased opinion. You know I like your recs.”

“Except Bobby Vinton.” [deleted a whole scene about Bella and Edward arguing over how much Bobby Vinton sucks, so this was my compromise]

“Fifties trash,” I said with a dismissive shrug, “what can you say?” [SO true bestie]

“I’d say your taste in men is better than your taste in music, and that’s not saying much.” [HEY!]

His voice was jovial—and false.

—No, not false.

Shaken with a sheepish nervousness. Embarrassment?

I laid back against his chest. Puzzle pieces assembled in my head, so loud and clear I would assume he could hear me coming to my conclusions.

Edward was nervous.

All night, he’d been nervous.

The good kind of nervous.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll bite. Tell me.”

Laying against him, I could feel excitement coursing through him.

“Hm?”

“There’s a speech you’re not telling me,” I said. Edward broke into a smile but looked down so I wouldn’t see it. The anticipation he carried with him felt like live wires on my skin. “You’re dying to say it. Mhm. Something overwrought. Or some super nerdy, esoteric lecture, I bet. Yeah. The blues speech. The classical music. There’s a theme going on here.” He laughed. “Tell me. Who’s this dead guy and why do I care?” [this Eleanor Shellstrop-ass line]

“The tongue on you.” His lips kissed my temple, tickled the shell of my ear when he spoke. “That dead guy is me, thank you very much.”

“Huh?” I whipped around to face him with an open-mouthed smile. “No way.”

“Yes, way. Wrote and performed.”

“This? Really? You wrote this? Really?” As I talked, I moved to straddle him, my hands on his shoulders, the side of his neck. Brassy golds and jewel-toned purples swirled through the music drifting between us. “That’s so cool!”

This, like everything else about Edward, seemed otherworldly in its grace and beauty. It felt like listening to the future of music—refined to an even higher degree of perfection.

Of course this was his.

“Is it so hard to believe?”

Now my hands played nervously with the locks of his hair that sat at the nape of his neck. “No, it’s just, you said you hadn't written anything since the 70s, and the colors are just—I mean it’s perfect, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but, just—wow." [Edward likely doesn't know she has synesthesia, considering how much of herself she's hidden from him pre-breakup.]

"Eloquent as always."

"This is amazing work. Wow!” It felt like I radiated so much joy, my cheeks burned. “Congratulations, oh my god. It’s great. It’s brilliant. I take back all the ‘dead guy, don’t care’ stuff. Lecture me up.”

“You assume I have more to say?”

I snickered, raking my hand through his hair and pulling on it. He purred. “Six words? You? Please,” I said, and he laughed. “What d’you got for me? Historical context? Music theory? Behind-the-scenes anecdote? You gotta unedit, y’know.” [it's crazy to go back to these earlier scenes and hear this Bella talk. there's such a stark difference imo between pre- & post-breakup Bella. in By Starlight, she's sounds more mature, somber, careful with her words, closer to canon. i can def see why readers abandon these works lmao]

Getting Edward to share any of his compositions had been, up until now, impossible. He had informed me several times he hadn’t written anything since the 1970s. Any time I’d ask, he’d just come up with some medley of songs by others, or he’d improvise.

“It’s a lullaby.” Beat. “Your lullaby.” Another beat. “I wrote it for you.”

I blinked. Stilled.

“For me?” My hand fell back to his chest, leaving his hair a wild, sculpted mess. Edward watched my face fall and eyes drift toward the speaker; his brows knit. “A lullaby? For me?”

Edward laughed, nervous, and pressed a button on the stereo.

"Happy birthday," he murmured to me.

Instruments jumped into that first note, springing to life with a harmonized breathlessness that reminded me of sky blue, lavender, spots of gold, and brown. An overwhelming, bright, vibrant first measure calmed into a languid, inquisitive piano.

Oftentimes, a song would have competing colors, for better or for worse. Anything I wanted to paint would require several relistenings and a full-on moodboard before the oil would ever hit the canvas.

Art supplies were expensive—you had to be sure of your vision.

But this. This was gorgeous. Like it had been written with the intention of being ready for the canvas.

For me.

“It’s been in my mind for a while now. At first, they were just bits of melodies you’ve given me from our time together. The happy, sunny times.”

“Like a tapestry of little memories?” I joked, voice thick with emotion.

“In the middle of the night, if you start tossing, I hum it to you. I think you like it. It calms you down.” He grinned. “You stop trying to kick me, anyway.”

“Which memories did you use?”

“G-minor, when you first spoke to me—that was the first measure. The first night I stayed over. Picking wild blackberries for you on the way to the meadow. [i've always thought this Edward had some crow-ass behavior going on. like he'll just show up at Bella's window with a handful of berries or a shiny pebble or a tiny flower and be like, "i come bearing gifts (caw)"] And— Do you remember the second time we took the truck to that forest a couple miles north of Goat Rocks?” I frowned. “In July? We played Nickel Nock in the truckbed? You were asking about the—"

“Fireflies,” we finished in unison. I laughed. “Duh!” I told him it’d been the first time I’d seen one in person. Edward turned off the lamp and caught one for me in his hands just so I could see it up close. I smiled wide. “The little chimes in background [WINDCHIMES BAYBEEE]. Is that them? The fireflies?”

“Perceptive.”

Tears threatened to spill over; I wiped one away from the corner with my thumb.

send me 500 words of my fanfic & i will give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet

#thank you!! #asks #come nightfall #fanfic dvd commentary

[jomsimagination]

her muse || Angela weber

“hey, bub.” Angela greets me, as we both enter the school. “morning to you, miss weber.” you kiss her cheek, in which she responds to by wrapping an arm around your waist.

“you seem to like the last name weber so much, huh?” she raises her eye brow, before kissing you on the head. “ewwwww” jessica tells you, as she sees angela kiss you on the head. ”so much for no pda.”

“always so bitter.” you tell jessica, “well yeah, i have nobody to show pda to.” she tells us, sulking quietly. “you’ll find your other half soon jess. i can feel it.”

“woah are you secretly physic?” you look at Angela, then she chuckles shaking her head no. while Jessica rolls her eyes, in bitterness. “you guys are so sweet.” she tells us in a bitter tone, but deep down she meant it.

“hey bells.” you wave hi to your sister as she walks with Edward Cullen, “oh my god. i heard around school that Bella and Edward are dating, right?” you say, picking up your girlfriends camera and taking a pic of the two, while Jessica tells you the gossip she heard, and while you write it down on your notebook. “babe, c’mon.” Angela looks at you. “it’s their private life.”

“it’s not exactly private when they’re walking into school.” you shrug, looking at the pictures, as Angela’s arm around is taken off of you, instead her hands goes back into her pockets.

you were on the gossipy side of the school news, unlike Angela who was on more of the informative not gossip side. Angela didn’t really like gossip—no. she does not like gossip at all. because it ruined her life in middle school. while you on the other hand, you live for gossip, i mean who doesn’t—except for your girlfriend, but still. you were the goddess of gossip. you were releasing gossip on the back pages, since Angela moved your gossip—or as you like to call it; information and accusation. to the back page.

—it's where a person–minimal of five–put in their accusations or gossip, about a peculiar person, whom shall not be named, instead just putting little details of that person, like hair color. and once that accusation was put, it was your job to find out if it was true or false—

now Angela didn’t like that, but to be honest it was the best part of the school news. and that was the reason why Angela absolutely hated it, it was the best part, it was actually just the only part people read, including teachers. well teachers can put in requests too.

why Angela hated it? "it was pure absurd and stupid gossip. that shouldn’t even be posted on the school news!” your girlfriend exclaims. “Ange. calm down. people still read your part.” you say trying to clam her down. in which now your both in your room of your house, fighting on whether to keep your part of the school news.

“oh really like who!? even the teachers don’t read it. to the point people are giving me nothing. it leads me to having absolutely nothing to work with!” she exclaims in anger. “and you know of how much i hate gossip. it’s shit.”

“Ange, come on now. it’s my part we’re talking about. you’re being irrational—

“i’m being irrational!? well you’re being selfish and irresponsible! i mean putting up on wether bella is really pregnant or not?!” Angela’s voice once again rises. “leave. right now. leave. and don’t even bother talking to me anymore, cause i’m selfish. right.” you tell her, your voice stern, your heart broken into million of pieces.

“what?” she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, until she realized. “y-y/n, baby. it-it was a mistake please.” she falls to her knees in front of you, holding your hands while she looks up at you. “no. you’re right i was being selfish. cause that’s who i am, right. leave.”

she knew how much you hated being called ‘selfish’ she knew you weren’t, on some occasions, yes. but you own up to it. but she knows that you are the most selfless person she’d ever met. sharing people food, treats people to hopefully cheer them up. or even doing anything to cheer that person up. sure, you were a loud mouth, a gossiper, and a whole lot of things. but selfish isn’t one of them. she also know it makes you genuinely upset, and she know how to cheer you up.

“y/n, please. i’m sorry.” she says, lifting your head and kissing you on the lips softly. “y/n…” she whispers, her voice and lips soft like feathers. “i-i need time. i just just don’t want to talk to you right now.” that’s what she does, she gives you the time you need, by kissing your forehead, goodbye before leaving your house.

the next day was mostly a blur, Angela not talking to you the whole day as you did the same to her, and mostly staying with your sister's weird vampire? friends. they all looked at you weirdly. looking like they wanna eat you, Rosalie the most.

but she was oddly nice to you, which surprised you, and Bella. though they were a little fun, you stilled missed Angela, but no, you couldn't talk to her. not right now. maybe you two weren't really made for each other. maybe you two aren't gonna get married, adopt two cats, and a kid, and raise them in New York at the age of twenty-one, anymore.

you are the absolute opposite of Angela in the first place, she hates while you live for shopping and gossip. she hates talking bad about a person, while you? well a little, about a person who got on your nerves yes, but not on anyone who doesn't deserve it. and while Angela was the most precious human being, you weren't, you were not precious, cause of a whole lot of things, i mean having your first drink at sixteen? not so precious.

and here you were, waiting for Angela on the side of the stairs, after school, while Bella waits for you far away, giving the two of you privacy. "y/n." Angela said, causing you to look up from your phone.

"Angela." you look up, putting your phone in your pocket. "i. i want to break up. we aren't made for each other, Ange i love you but. we've had the same fight for months now. the same fight that caused you to kiss me. the same fight that both us together, the same fight that became our first official fight as a couple." i sigh, seeing a tear fall from her eyes.

"b-but we can work through this." she says, holding your hands in hers. "we can't. as many time you say or i say it, we can't. i'm sorry. we-we can't" you say, tears falling from your eyes as she hugs you, tight. "we can. i-i believe in us."

"there's nothing to believe in. i'm sorry. but it's never gonna work out." you say ever so softly, hugging her back, then pulling away. "i'm sorry." you kiss her one last time, on the lips and cheeks, before walking away. towards Bella's car.

"i don't want to talk about it." you tell Bella hoping in her car. you were quiet for most of the ride, which was unlike you, bet hey, you just dumped your sweet, oh so sweet and kind and caring, and beautiful, girlfriend of seven months. it hurt, but it was for the best.

you dozed off the way home, but when you woke up, you were not, home, to be exact; you're now outside the Cullen house. "Bella, i want to go home." you tell your sister. "but, Edward invited me."

"Bella. you are way to young for that." you say, with a stern voice. "what!? you're being ridicules, and it's not that. it's just. we just wanted to hang out." Bella tell you, but you are not believing her one bit. "yeah until that hang out leads your period being late."

she just rolls her eyes, and knocks on the door. "Bella. y/n." Edward greets the both of you, Edward could hear your thoughts, and they were loud, it was mostly about Bella leading to pregnancy, automatically. but the one Edward liked hearing from you was, your sweet thoughts about Angela. so when he found out that the of two of you broke up, he was a little sad about it. a little.

his whole family greets us, you didn’t really care that much. since you were a bit sad, cause of the break up. but it’s for the better. and Rosalie was there to cheer you up, she was a fun person to be around. but she has a boyfriend, she’s just straight and friendly.

so when Rosalie walked away, you went up to my sister’s bag, and searched for her keys, and well you sneaked out to many times, so you were an expert, though you did step on a few roses, but it’s fine they won’t notice.

and once you got inside the cat, you were driving off. to where? you didn’t know. you were just driving to somewhere, somewhere where you can think.

so you went to your’s and Bella’s favorite diner, you ordered your favorite got in a table booth, far away from people. and playing games on your phone while you patiently wait for your order.

it’s funny because this was the same diner where Angela takes you for dinner dates every Monday through Thursday. it was sweet that she took you out for dinner for almost everyday. she was so sweet to you, to sweet.

while waiting for your order, you saw mike’s car, with Jessica, Mike and Angela in it, they were going to the next diner. the one next to it. Jessica waved you a little, hi, before going to whisper something to Angela, probably telling her i’m here. but it’s fine.

it’s time to start a new chapter of your life, you say, no crushes no dating, no more parties. and no more Angela, you decided it, all your focus put into studies since it’s your last year now. you were an advanced student, they allowed you to skip senior year and go to collage, so here you are, deciding which one to go to.

you knew Mike always liked Angela in a romantic way, but you got to her first, well not really it was really her. you were a coward, a coward who didn't know how to hide their feelings, so when the information got to Angela, she took her chance and asked you out. you of course said yes. and that was a start of an amazing relationship.

and this day, was the end of it. people who surrounds their life into a relationship, would say it's the end of the world, our their world. in this case, you're the people. she was the best girlfriend, how could you not? she was perfect, but of course perfect things come into an end. not everything lasts forever. true love doesn't exist.

Angela would disagree, she believe in true love, you started to believe too once you met her, but here you are, sulking alone in a diner booth, fiddling with the hem of your shirt while you wait for your order, looking like a lost child.

feeling like a fool. so you muster up all your strength, and leave some money to pay for your order on the table, walk out of the diner. and into Bella's car. you didn't know what to do with your life anymore, she was your other half, but you two were just opposites of one another, you've been fighting for that specific topic for months now. fighting with her was the worst, you'd give her the cold shoulder, while she tries to talk to you.

but in the end you'd always come back running to her. every time. you missed her, a lot. you missed the way she laughed, the way she smiled, the way she’d hold your hand in crowded places so you two won’t lose each other, you missed the way her face lights up just by taking pictures of you. and that was just 2 hours after your break up. but again, some people aren't really made for each other, no matter how hard the other tries, the other one will always be the opposite of the girl.

but you will always be her muse.

A/n, another one. another shitty fic, but yay i posted not proofread, and uh this one is for the most underrated character in twilight and i love her so much. i might post a second part

#Spotify #twilight #twilight saga #the twilight saga #angela weber x reader

[saintsenara]

your turtle romcom fic was amazing. do you have a fancast for them?

thank you so much, anon - i'm thrilled you enjoyed bookbinding, and i'm always delighted to welcome new members to turtle nation.

i'm never great at fan-casts largely because i can never remember people's names, but also because i often have incredibly specific ideas in my mind about how these characters look which i find very difficult to then actually explain. but still... let's get into it:

myrtle

one of my least favourite aspects of the writing of the harry potter series is the fact that characters we are supposed to find unsympathetic are always, always written as some combination of fat, ugly, unintelligent, and inarticulate.

i understand the watsonian explanation that harry-as-narrator is a teenager and teenagers are kind of dicks. i understand the doylist genre reasons for this - jkr is not the first children's author to make use of such tropes, and they are certainly used with a lighter touch in hp than in, for example, roald dahl - and i also understand the reasons specific to the series' central mystery, in which snape's ugliness [the marker of his apparent villainy] actually conceals the fact he is one of the narrative's heroes.

the reverse is, of course, used with tom himself - harry's trust in tom riddle's memory of framing hagrid in chamber of secrets is established right at the start of the scene by harry's comment that they both have jet-black hair; harry's profound empathy with riddle's past in the memory scenes shown in half-blood prince completely disappears when voldemort returns for his job interview and is "no longer handsome tom riddle".

all of which is to say, i do not vibe with the fact that myrtle is written in the text in a way which presents her appearance as a moral failing. this was the decision behind two key points made in bookbinding - that myrtle doesn't lose weight and it literally doesn't matter, and that beauty standards change and a young woman considered unattractive in the forties was not considered unattractive at other points in human history.

tom notes that she looks like a renaissance painting, specifically da vinci's lady with an ermine:

and as for current people, i think bella ramsey would work as casting for school-age myrtle - in particular because they are absolutely tiny and it is very important to me that tom is being constantly hen-pecked by someone who barely comes up to his shoulders.

tom

i find fan-casting tom extremely difficult, in particular because - and i accept this might be unpopular - i find that many of the preferred fan-casts and fan-art interpretations always look far too masculine. [this is particularly the case in tomarry, one of my favourite ships, in which harry "i have anger issues, am a jock, and aspire to be a cop" potter is far too often this tiny, feminine damsel-in-distress, and tom "i would love the chance to be a mammy's boy, spent my teenage years in the library, and create anagrams of my own name for fun" riddle is far too often a pile of twitching muscle intent on snapping him like a twig.]

the things we're told in canon about tom's appearance are that he has dark eyes and black hair and "finely-carved" features, looks a bit like harry, looks exactly like his dilf of a father, and is really hot. we are also told that both he and the later voldemort are very tall, extremely thin, softly spoken, and have a certain elegance of movement. all of which, to me, suggests that we are not dealing with the buff greek god of so many interpretations, but someone who is, in reality, slightly effete.

this fan art by @arcynist:

and this by @erichthaxa:

are 100% how i picture him. especially the being covered in blood part.

so, in terms of fan-casting, find your favourite slightly-androgynous-leaning male model i guess...

#asks answered #tom riddle x myrtle warren #tom riddle #myrtle warren #bookbinding #turtle cinematic universe #renaissance painting stan account

[padfootastic]

Do u have any close-to-how-I-imagine-Sirius face claims? Or maybe just the ~vibes~. Our boy was so handsome I've actually never found a fc close to how I see him

see, this is a tough question bc i absolutely don’t see faces when i talk about/imagine fictional character. i usually just go off of traits/vibes/behaviours/specific features. i know there’s a few east asian fan casts for the black brothers floating around that are pretty good, but i can’t narrow it down to one definitive face.

i can give u a few things i think of when i picture sirius, though.

physical perfection. straight nose, high cheekbones, excellent bone structure etc etc.

he’s exceptionally pretty and there’s no other word for it. i know rugged sirius black is a thirst trap for a reason but i rly like the ethereal, untouchable beauty version. he has long eyelashes and wonderful hair and he’s built all delicate and stuff. (one reason i rly like this is the juxtaposition b/w the first impression of his looks & how much power & strength he has in him. also,,,,the contrast b/w him and james is *chefs kiss*)

he tans rly badly, like tomato red, so he just prefers staying out of the sun altogether unless he’s protected by a shitload of cosmetic charms. the tattoos give him more of an excuse to do so.

he has beautiful long, thin fingers—perfect for piano playing and other things. james is obsessed & can never stop playing w them. they’re constantly adorned with rings.

speaking of rings, i feel like he’d be a jewellery type of a person. constantly changing his piercings. wearing chains & rings & bracelets. always having an anklet of some sort on.

he loves experimenting w hairstyles but lets v v few people touch his hair (james & effie, and alter james sirius. harry ofc gets a pass even if sirius doesn’t exactly like it bc it’s harry) it’s not uncommon to see him w braided hair, fancy buns, experimental cute & colors and stuff

he has an a+ resting bitch face. there’s a reason the majority of hogwarts is intimidated by him. he isn’t very expressive, def not at first and even after he becomes more comfortable feeling emotions, he still tends towards neutral/cold expressions.

ultimately, the vibe i get from him is like,,,something bella hadid has, maybe? ykno all those Model™️ pix of her where she’s not smiling and has a straight face & an intense gaze and u just feel rly unworthy? that.

#sirius black #ykno the way i picture sirius is so funny #bc so much of this is shit i hate irl #like i Do Not vibe w people who have rbfs #and look at me thirsting over a Guy of all things for it here #i don’t know if this was at all an answer to ur ask lol l #but face casts r very hard for me #bc i’m so picky and stuff #i can imagine a whole movie in my head without ever focusing on a face lol #but!! that doesn’t mean i’m not open to any suggestions for fcs #in fact i would welcome if #pen’s asks

[burstingsunrise]

hi molly! in searching for your blog i typed "molly" into tumblr's search bar and you may be surprised to learn it had no idea what to do with that. if you could have complete creative control over luke hemmings for a day how would you dress him and most importantly, what color would you dye his hair? pictures are not required but are recommended for higher marks. i love you xoxo bella

hi bella! <3 oof i can relate so much to the typing names and hoping it goes to the right place, except in my case i usually go straight to the google search bar and type in "bella.com" and then get some weird spammy website that is certainly not @clumsyclifford

complete creative control over luke hemmings for a day would actually be a dream come true but also asking me to dress luke hemmings is a fairly dangerous question. i'm going to try to be (somewhat) reasonable about this. :)

ok in terms of outfits i have two very different but very specific things in mind.

firstly, i cannot get the idea of, like 80s baseball player on a day off aesthetic out of my head. (i'm not saying it's all about the short shorts but it's not not about that.) something like this:

thank u to tyler hoechlin in the underrated film everybody wants some!! for serving exactly what i was looking for.

more realistically, i'd put luke in something like this:

i’d prefer more of a floral lace in softer colors for the shirt but this is the general vibe. i like the idea of the mix of soft and the hard, i think it suits him.

i would also love to put him in another outfit like this, accessories included, but with a jazzier pant (like this style but with a fun pattern or funky color) and minus the button down:

okay i have one more thing - i want to dress him in one of his plain white tank tops with some relaxed fit jeans and sprinkle him in flour and sugar. 

and in terms of hair color, his hair is perfect the way it is however i think it would be really pretty if it was tinted a nice soft pink to match his lips and bring out his eyes. along these lines:

#there are actually so many outfits i'd want to put him in it's so hard to choose #sorry for subjecting you to the inside of my mind #thank u bella for allowing me to channel my everyday luke musings into an actual post #i want luke paper dolls so badly #i'm in a meeting right now isn't being an adult fun #ask #bella #i just realized i said i had 2 outfits in mind and proceeded to list four

[thedawningofthehour]

Bro I woke up today and had a feeling u would update and then looked at my ao3 and was so pleasantly surprised ! So thanks for that!

I’ve been meaning to ask for a while but what does Bella actually look like? Like I get she is magenta, has curly red hair, got scars and tats and kinda looks like drax (maybe ?). And I have drawn her but im just not happy with any of the results. I’m very meticulous about following canon so a direct and detailed description from u would be great ! Cause as much as I am a visual person it’s really hard for me to visualize lol

Again, your work is great !!! Keep up the good work 🫡❤️

I usually post late Thursday/Friday, so I think I just Pavlov'ed you guys into thinking about this fic around that time lol.

She does look quite a bit like Draxy, especially with her coloring. I just pulled up a picture of Draxum and the Bella I have pictured in my head is more rounded in the face and has a less severe cheekbone game, and a more prominent, straighter nose. (she's Jewish on her dad's side, so feel free to incorporate that) And the fabulous eyebrows are totally a family trait.

Other than that, I guess just more humanoid features? Feet instead of hooves, and her eyes aren't that yellow color. She's around Leo's height, maybe a little taller? She buff af though. She looks very butch except with long hair.

I know other people have mentioned wanting to draw her too so I'll put this up for everyone, but honestly don't worry too much about getting the details exactly right. Part of what I love about fanart is seeing how people interpret different things. I've got three wildly different Galois interpretations so far and I love all of them. So go fucking nuts. I'm always excited to see what you come up with. :)

#see this is where the show don't tell mantra comes back to haunt you #because of that i avoid describing characters #doth #doth asks #you're doing amazing sweetie ilu

[writingforevren]

Stranger Things - Skull Rock - Steddie Fanfic

Read the full thing as it comes out on Ao3

Yep I started an Ao3 account, here’s a little excerpt of the current Fic I’m writing. Robin and Steve bantering about Steve’s failed love life.

“So what about that girl you went out with last week?” Robin Buckley leaned over the front counter of the Family Video she worked with Steve at, her bob of hair bouncing as she handed him a box of unsorted tapes

“Will you stop asking me about my love life for once in your goddamn life? Just because you’re happily ‘in love’ or some shit doesn’t mean you have to shame me for getting unlucky once in a while.” Steve Harrington retaliated, he was getting REALLY sick of Robin constantly asking questions about girls, or making comments. He was at the point where he wasn’t sure if it was just robin being her eccentric self or if she genuinely was making fun of his love life, which absolutely sucked considering he was so used to girls in high school being all over him. He haphazardly restocked the shelves, not really paying attention to what he put where, it was a wonder he wasn’t fired yet but maybe his charm really did work… Just not in the way he’d hoped.

“Vickie and I aren’t ‘in love’ okay? we’re just- I dunno” He watched as Robin smiled and stumbled over her words. Yes. Yes, he was happy for her but seeing her happily in love with some girl just made him regret what happened with Nancy even more. He had been so close yet she still chose Jonathan after everything.

“Uh huh yeah sure and I’m not best friends with a freshman.” The way he said it made it sound like Dustin was just another fourteen year old which he definitely wasn’t, in fact he was one of the most genius people Steve knew.

“Okay seriously though Steve what happened with her?” Nancy, god what did happen with them? it seemed like he won her back over so what happened? “What was her name? Betsy? no uhm I’ll get it give me a second” She walked over and tidied the shelves that Steve had just stocked “Bee- Be- Bi- Be- Bella?” She guessed

“I think it was Becky-” To be completely honest he didn’t fully make an effort to remember the names of the girls he asked out, and yes it was shallow but usually if they had a pretty face and cute smile he’d take a chance. He wasn’t desperate though, definitely not. “and no it didn’t go well, I mean-” He shook his head trying to remember exactly what happened, he hated to admit it but he still couldn’t get over the Nancy thing. “I mean it- it went fine but then she invited me over and turned out she lives at her grandma’s house. I mean for fucks sakes t-the place smelled like perfume mixed with- with like mold and dead cats.” He realized he tended to speak faster when he spoke about something he really didn’t want to remember, he could almost picture the smell.

“So it wasn’t the girl? it was just her temporary living situation? God Steve it seems like you’re making every excuse not to be happy. I-I mean I know unhappy okay? you know that. And you- you are a prime example of loneliness Steve. A PRIME EXAMPLE.” Robin slammed down a movie for emphasis.

“Okay! what are you trying to do?” Steve founding himself raising his voice a little bit before he realized a couple of middle schoolers staring at them from the cross the store. He waited a moment as the middle schoolers left the store, before taking a deep breath and repeating himself “what are you trying to do?”

“Look. Look at how happy they are!” Robin gestured to the cover of a new rom-com with a guy and a girl hugging on the cover

“You do realize that’s a movie about a guy who pays a girl to be his girlfriend right?” Steve pulled the movie out of Robin’s hand and placed it back on the shelf.

“You know I don’t watch romance, my point is that you’re-”

“For god sakes Robin! I am not lone-” The bell rang signaling the door opening and as Steve looked up he saw none other than the dead man walking, Eddie Munson. “-ly…” He finished more quietly. He was at least thankful that the rest of the store was empty.

Short & Sweet, Of course there’s more though actually like 15,000 words in my doc in the last week which is more than I’ve written original works in the last year.

#writeblr #writing #amwriting #fanfiction #steddie #stranger things #robin buckley #steve harrington

[dtkqer]

No that was a picture of bella you were offering And I didnt want to know how bella looked but I never said anything about you.

I WAS IN THE PICTURE. I WAS GOING TO SEND THE WHOLE PICTURE SO YOU COULD COMPARE OUR HAIR COLORS. SO YOU COULD HAVE A BETTER IDEA ON WHAT EXACTLY HER HAIR COLOR LOOKS LIKE. just blurring her face out obvi

#maybe mine too...........................

[oneillpatel]

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