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Chivalry is dead | Alexandra Saint Mleux x Reader

pairing . . . alexandra saint mleux x leclerc!reader

summary . . . Everybody thought Alex was dating your older brother Charles, and that you were dating your own person. But when a photo of you two kissing at Jimmy'z got leaked, everything changed

request . . . no!!

word count . . . N/A

warnings . . . none! THIS WAS WHEN ALEX HAD HER INSTA AS PRIVATE !!!!

faceclaim . . . various girls from pinterest!

alexavia yaps . . . WOOHOO GIRLY LOVE!!!!!!! anyway i <3 alex shes so pretty so yes!! first time im writing for a wag which is so excting omg!! timeline doesn't make sense so ignore that! legit took me like 4 days to finish idk why AND ITS KINDA CRNGE AND SHITTY ASL but lets focus on it being published <3

yourusername has posted two new stories !

caption 1: i wish i knew what was so interesting // caption 2: dinner with my girl 🤍

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username1 gorgeous girls omg

username2 my girl?? i see you y/n 👀

username3 alex abandoning charles to go with you lmao

username4 i wish i was a wag

username5 so prettyyyyy

alexandrasaintmleux i had so much fun mon ange 🤍

yourusername everything is fun with you mia bella ragazza 🤍🤍

username7 my GOD youre stunning

username8 replying to this in hope of y/n seeing my dm

username9 holy shit you two look like goddess'

charles_leclerc stealing my girlfriend now?

yourusername hilarious

charles_leclerc just joking, you two look stunning

yourusername thanks charlie

username10 my oh my i dropped dead

username11 where's the dress from?

username12 my dream in life is to be famous and post shit like this

alexandrasaintmleux

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alexandrasaintmleux someone partied too hard and missed breakfast Tagged: yourusername

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friend1 let me guess, she slept until the afternoon?

yourusername you know i can read????

alexandrasaintmleux surprisingly, she woke up just a bit after 12

yourusername i'm literally right here

friend1 well that's an improvement!

yourusername guys??

alexandrasaintmleux it is!

yourusername fuck it i hate you

alexandrasaintmleux the problem is you don't

yourusername FINALLY

yourusername and i don't that's true 😔

username13 the prettiest! Liked by creator

username14 man i wish i was alex

francisca.cgomes how was date night??

alexandrasaintmleux soo beautiful

francisca.cgomes make sure to tell me about everything

francisca.cgomes you too yourusername !

yourusername will do, kika, will do

francisca.cgomes i can't wait for you two to go public so i can post all the cute pictures i have

alexandrasaintmleux i don't think that will be soon

francisca.cgomes you never know, maybe y/n will start making out with you in the paddock after getting sick of the people staring at you

yourusername ...

yourusername okay i won't go THAT far but i might kiss her just a tiny bit

alexandrasaintmleux mon ange....

yourusername love youuu

alexandrasaintmleux love you too

charles_leclerc this account is private right?

alexandrasaintmleux yes! it's only for friends and people who know about us

yourusername don't worry charlie we made sure nothing could go wrong

charles_leclerc just wanted to make sure my little sister and sister-in-law are safe and comfortable

yourusername awwww my heart 🥹

alexandrasaintmleux thank you charles! we appreciate it 🫶

yourusername how can someone be so gorgeous and beautiful and pretty and stunning and ethreal and breathtaking and lovely and elegant and radiant and exquisite and graceful and divine and hot and angelic and delicate and enchanting and serene and mesmirizing and captivating and eye catching and jaw dropping and show stopping???

alexandrasaintmleux by using some of your beauty

yourusername MY beauty? comapred to me you're an angel who graced this earth to fill my life with love and heavenly moments

alexandrasaintmleux have i ever told you how much i love you?

yourusername why don't you show me instead?

alexandrasaintmleux coming to the bedroom right now

francisca.cgomes why cant pierregasly be like this?

pierregasly i can't keep with y/n she's more down bad every day i see her

iamrebeccad if carlos was like this i wouldn't be hanging out with y/n and alex as much

francisca.cgomes same with me

carlossainz55 ???

pierregasly ???

yourusername pierre and carlos can fuck off this is a GIRL only place

charles_leclerc and me?

yourusername you too

charles_leclerc this is what i get for being a loving brother and pretending to date your girlfriend so the media doesn't pry on your life and harass you two

yourusername the phrasing is making me sound like an ungrateful brat

charles_leclerc because you are?

yourusername i'm telling maman we'll see if she likes this

charles_leclerc ...

yourusername go get a girlfriend buddy we need more girls for our hangouts

charles_leclerc what have i done to deserve this?

yourusername you crashed niki lauda's ferrari

charles_leclerc DON'T go there

charles_leclerc it was break failure and you know it

yourusername sure, charlie, sure

alexandrasaintmleux y/n please leave charles alone he might cry

yourusername of course mia bella ragazza 🤍

charles_leclerc alex????

yourusername fuck off

charles_leclerc sigh

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yourusername out with mia bella ragazza 🤍

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username15 EH?????

username16 at least its not a man guys

username17 EXACTLY

username18 Y/N SOFT LAUNCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

username19 im never shutting about this for like another 6 weeks

username20 MY WIFEE IS NOT SINGLE????

username21 stop why is alex in the reflection of the second pic

username22 dont fuel my expectations

username23 MEOW

username24 y/n pls check your dms

username25 bros tryna rizz THE y/n leclerc

username26 the audcaity to say this in a soft launch post HELP

username27 i need to know who shes posting about

username28 oh to be in a relationship with her

alexandrasaintmleux gorgeous gorgeous girl

yourusername its all you bella

alexandrasaintmleux you flatter me

yourusername its not flattery if its true

alexandrasaintmleux im blushing right now stop

yourusername anything for you bella 🫶

username29 lowkey why do they sound like theyre flirting???

username30 i have a theory that theyre dating but covering it by 'dating' other ppl

charles_leclerc looking beautiful

yourusername thank you charlie 🤍

alexandrasaintmleux she always looks beautiful!

username31 ALEX!?!??!?!

username32 MISS.

username33 not alex flirting with her boyfriend's sister INFRONT of him

username34 who ever shes dating is living the dream lifeee

username35 she better hard launch soon or im suing

username36 sigh i wish i was her

username37 call me delusional but shes dating lando

username38 noo i see it

username39 WAIT STOP THATS??

username40 y/n literally wrote MIA BELLA RAGAZZA WHICH IS ITALIAN FOR MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLLLLL

username37 jeez calm down

username41 MOTHERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

username42 woah

username43 can she like marry me idk

username44 can't wait to see her in the paddock again omggg

username45 STOP alex uploaded a story where she was in a restaurant too

username46 theres a lot of similar restaurants in monaco its probably her with charles

username47 sigh i want to be as pretty as her

username48 STUNNING.

username49 ate up everyone frrrr

username50 ALEX BAG HER UPPPP

username51 she better before we do

username52 frr omg

username53 the leclerc sibling fight over alex

username54 when i sleep i see her in my dreams

username55 MY GOOOD IM COMBUSTIG SHES GORGEOUSSSSSSSSSS

username56 mothered up so hard the earth cracked

username57 shes my kind of woman

username58 id let her hit me with charles' car

username59 real

username60 queen

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f1_wags_exposed a recent tweet went viral because of a picture containing CHARLES LECLERC'S girlfriend, ALEXANDRA SAINT MLEUX, kissing his younger sister Y/N LECLERC at Jimmy'z Monte Carlo following Leclerc's Monaco Grand Prix win Tagged: yourusername, alexandrasaintmleux, charles_leclerc

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username61 how to kms no borax no glue

username62 oh!

username63 they haven't commented on this yet???

username64 why should they do

username65 it'll only fuel the rumors

username66 so will staying quiet

username67 WHAR?????????????????

username68 tagging them is BRUTAL

username69 wrong timing but face card never declined for all three of them

username70 and never will

username71 this was NOT on my 2024 bingo card

username72 if i had a penny for every time a leclerc got with alexandra id have 2 pennies which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice

username73 y/n x alex we need it

username74 the otp fr

username75 HELL YES LETS GO WE GOT YURI

username76 WHERE ARE THEYYYYYY I NEED THEM TO SPEAK ABT THISS

username77 was full on expecting y/n to comment on this

username78 ME TOO like her ass would say 'girl what' or sum

username79 FRRR

username80 aww y/n looks so cute

username81 deleting all my socials after this

username82 they are SOULMATES vro

username83 this screams 'summer love triangle teenage drama series'

username84 OKAY BRO BYE IM LEAVING THIS EARTH THATS SO TRUE

username85 legit the summer i turned pretty (i didnt watch it)

username86 AND the kissing booth (didnt watch this either)

username87 this is fake i REFUSe to believe this

username88 i am JEALOUS, ENVIOUS, GREEN. WHY CANT THIS HAPPEN TO ME

username89 hottest love triangle i cant

username90 they ARE the main characters

username91 FRR like everyone else is just a side character

username92 gang if its a love triangle then theres incest

username93 this is the kind of romance ppl write books about

username94 STOP NOT THEM GOING RADIO SILENCE HELP ME

username95 if charles and alex break up then its true

username96 no bc i feel like im intruding on them rn

username97 THEYRE GORGEOUS

username98 shes everything and hes just ken

username99 idk who this is talking abt but its true for both y/n and alex

username100 charles could do so much better ew

username101 my QUEENS

username102 ok so like when do they hard launch

username103 if this turns out to be fake i will rage SO HARD

username104 i have a solution that alex and y/n get together and charles does whatever idk

username105 I DIED???

username106 i need them to go poly

username107 y/n and charles are siblings......

username108 I REMEMBER WHEN SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPENED LIKE IN AUS BC Y/N WAS SITTING ON ALEX'S LAP

username109 HELP WHAT???

username110 HOW DID I MISS THIS LORE???

username111 y/n made a story of her sitting on alex's lap again and was like 'and i'd do it a thousand times' then deleted it after like 2 minutes but it went viral LMFAO

username112 THIS IS SO RANDOM????

username113 leclerc-saint mleux lore goes DEEP

username114 man this shit is crazy

username115 idc whoever gets with who bc they will legit be the most gorgeous couple no matter what

username116 ALEX THE BEST WAGGGGG

username117 oh i am itching for y/n and alex hard launching with grand prix apperances

username118 when i opened insta i wasnt expecting THIS

username119 i-???? wtf do i even say

username120 i am SPEECHLESS

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yourusername chivalry is dead so i got me a girl. mia bella ragazza, ti amo tanto 🤍🤍 Tagged: alexandrasaintmleux

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alexandrasaintmleux je t'aime tellement, mon ange 🤍

yourusername 🤍🤍🤍

alexandrasaintmleux 🫶

username121 STOPP MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS

username122 this has me sobbing and i dont even know them

username123 WHAR?????????????????

username124 idk if i expected this or not

username125 honestly same

username126 WHAT THE SHIT

username127 werent alex and charles out on a date yesterday?????

username128 MY GYATTTTTT

username129 ????

username130 sTOP

username131 im deceased

username132 GIRL WHAT???? IM SP CONFUSED RN WHATTTT

username133 LETS GO us girlies won

username134 gang go check out the y/n and alex update accs they uploaded the whole saga wtf

username135 the most gorgeous gyals

username136 if i was charles id die like my sister dating my gf????

username137 alex was winning both ways

username138 PLEASEEEEE

username139 ICONIC.

username140 IUHGBSN????????????

username141 i dont believe in love

username142 FACE CARD IS LETHAL

username143 WHAT DID I MISS????

username144 SOBBING i love them sm

username145 if glazing them every single second was a crime id be 89 feet under

username146 GOD HAS FAVOURITES !!!

username147 THE SHIT????

username148 counting down the days tilll we get y/nalex appearance in the paddock

username149 the people's princess'

username150 STOP i just realised that y/n speaks to alex in italian bc alex is italian (by nationality) and alex speaks french to y/n bc y/n is monagesque (french speaking country)

username151 the aura from them is DIABOLICAL

username152 THATS SO....?? WTF IM IN LOVE

username153 i NEED a relationship like this

username154 OMG THATS SO ROMANTIC KILL ME

username155 i died

username156 GET THESE GIRLS THOSE RINGS NOWWWWWW

username157 they need to get married ASAP

alexandrasaintmleux i love you so so so so much

yourusername forever and always

alexandrasaintmleux until the end

yourusername 🫶🫶

alexandrasaintmleux 🤍🤍🤍🤍

charles_leclerc my favourite sister and her girlfriend

alexandrasaintmleux thank you charles!

yourusername i'm your only sister

alexandrasaintmleux ange...

yourusername what i'm just saying the truth

alexandrasaintmleux i love you more than anything in this entire universe my angel

yourusername i love you more than you'd ever know, pretty girl

arthur_leclerc GET A ROOM

lorenzotl arthur be nice

arthur_leclerc i'm not 5

yourusername then act like it

charles_leclerc guys stop fighting

yourusername HE STARTED IT

arthur_leclerc NO???

yourusername YES???

alexandrasaintmleux now we have to wait while they sort it out

charles_leclerc which could take decades

lorenzotl seems like it

username158 FUCKING FUCK OFF

username159 ok thats it im jumpiing off a cliff

username160 ive never seen something more funny and its in a fucking instagram comment section

username161 im actually crying

username162 i love them so much i hope nothing ever happens to them

username163 my heart is paining i cant take this anymore

username164 i need to know what charles feels about y/n dating his gf

yourusername he never dated her i was dating her it was all a pr stunt so we dont get attacked by homophobes

alexandrasaintmleux this worked out better than we thought

yourusername yeah i didnt think we'd get so much love

charles_leclerc you deserve it all

yourusername thank you charlie 🫶 love youuu

charles_leclerc love you too petit lapin

username165 no i refuse bye i cant

username166 PETIT LAPIN IS SO CUTE STOP ITTTTT

username167 the a in alexandra saint mleux starts for a lovesick fool for y/n

username168 THE WAY THEY STARE AT EACH OTHERRR>>>>>

username169 how i wish for love like this

username170 greatest love story frrr

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mattyriddlesbitch · 1 year ago

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Hii lovely!! I'm not sure if it's alright but just hear me out. maybe a fic stalker theo completely obsessed w reader, maybe kinda dubcon but if not i totally understand !!

Very convenient timing considering I just read Haunting Adeline this weekend. I kinda used one of the parts in it for the instigation, but I hope this works!

Fuck Off

Theodore Nott x F!Reader

Warnings: DUB/NONCON PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS STUFF, oral(female receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, cussing, stalking.

18+ Minors DNI

You've had a stalker for a few months now. They would leave gifts outside your dorm to begin with. Then they started showing up in your dorm. The gifts were sweet and tailor specifically to your likes and wants, which you couldn't decide if that made it creepier or not.

The gifts weren't the only thing you got from your stalker. They would also send you texts from an unknown number. They weren't threatening or anything that suggested harm to you. Maybe creepy since they'd talk about what you were doing in that moment, even when you were completely alone. Sometimes they were sweet, sometimes they were sexual. And you hated to admit it, but they knew exactly how to talk dirty to you, they could get you worked up so easily. It freaked you out but you weren't in danger. Right?

You were sitting in your bed reading, unwinding from the hectic day you just had when your phone went off for a text notification. It startled you out of your little world and you opened the message.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are when you're reading?”

Your stalker again.

“A few times.” You replied. At this point, you've given up ignoring them since they'll just keep messaging you until you respond.

“I'll tell you a million more times. You should be reminded every day how beautiful you are.”

“You already do that.”

“Maybe next time I say it, I can say it while my cock's buried deep inside you.”

“Pervert.”

“Only for you. You know you drive me insane. You make me so hard just sitting there. Especially since I know the filth you're reading. You're not so innocent yourself, bella.”

You looked at your phone for a moment before looking around. You did read dirty books, but only in your dorm. Another ping from your phone drew your attention back to it.

“You won't find me, amore mio. You should know this by now.”

“Fuck off.” You replied, angry at him for how he's treating your privacy.

“Careful, principessa. If you say that again, I'm gonna come fuck that little pussy of yours.”

You scoffed, disgusted by his words. Would he really come do it? No. Was part of you also curious if he would and wanted to see who he was? Yeah. That's why you couldn't stop yourself from replying.

“Fuck off.”

“You're in for it now, cara mia.”

You rolled your eyes and went back to your book. Your eyes felt heavy after a while and you put the book aside to fall asleep.

The next day, you got up and headed for the showers, getting ready for the day. You stripped and got under the hot water of the shower, relaxing for a moment before starting your shower routine.

You always got an eerie feeling of someone watching you or being right there when you closed your eyes while rinsing the shampoo and conditioner out of your hair. This time, though, when you opened your eyes after rinsing out the conditioner, there was someone right in front of you. You knew him, of course, everyone did. Theodore Nott.

You screamed and backed away from him, hitting the shower wall while you covered your body as best as you could.

“Get the fuck out!” You yelled.

“I'm not going anywhere, cara mia.” He smiled. You noticed he was fully clothed as he stepped towards you, drenching his clothes from the shower.

“You? You're the fucking creep that's been stalking me?” You made the connection after hearing him call you the same pet name as your stalker.

“If you recall that little conversation last night, I told you I'd come fuck you if you told me to ‘fuck off’ again, which you did.” He took another step closer, his shoes nearly touching your toes. “And I don't make empty threat, principessa.”

“I could scream right now and someone will come in and stop you.” You threatened, hoping to deter him.

“I'm hurt you think I'm so stupid. I put a silencing charm on the room and looking charm on the door so no one could come in and you can't get out.” He said as he brushed a strand of your wet hair from your face.

You flinched from his touch, closing your eyes. “What are you gonna do to me?” You whisper.

“I'm gonna make you feel so, so good, bella.” He said and moved to kneel in front of you.

As soon as his knees hit the tile, you pushed him out of the way and ran out of the shower, trying not to slip.

“I already told you, you cant get out, cara mia.” He called out to you.

You ignored him and tried the door to the bathroom. Wouldn't even budge. You didn't have your wand on you either since you were showering. Hands wrapped around your waist and you fought against him, kicking back to hit him, which just ended up making you both fall to the ground. He was much quicker than you, propping you on your knees so your face was down and ass up for him while he held your hands behind your back. You couldn't see him from this angle, but felt his tongue flick your clit, making you moan.

“You act like you don't want me, but your soaking, cara mia.” He said before licking and sucking at your clit.

Your words died in your throat, replaced by a moan leaving your mouth instead.

“Your body knows what it wants, amore mio.” He licked up to your entrance, prodding his tongue inside.

“Fuck.” You moaned, eyes rolling back before closing.

He moaned against you and kept his onslaught of pleasure on your pussy until you came.

“That's my good girl. That's what I wanted.” He said as he helped ride out your high.

“To force yourself on me?” You asked as you caught your breath once the orgasm faded.

“To make you feel good, principessa.” He shuffled behind you a bit as he kept a hand holding yours down still. You could hear the sound of his pants being undone.

“I think there could've been another way to fuck me that didn't involve stalking and harassing me.” It probably wasn't a smart move to mouth off to your stalker, but you were so angry. You pulled your hands out of his grip and tried taking off, but he just grabbed your legs, making you fall back on your stomach.

“I think you like this, though. I see how soaked you are from this.” He pulled you back onto your knees and held onto both your wrists with both of his hands. His cock teased your entrance, coating it in your arousal.

“You think I like you forcing yourself on me?” You said, hissing from how sensitive you were when he nudged your clit.

“You haven't told me to stop.” He said before thrusting into you, immediately bottoming out and making you cry out. “You're practically dripping from how wet you are for me, cara mia.”

You couldn't even deny that, maybe you were crazy, but you were embarrassingly wet from all this.

He started thrusting in and out of you, his grip on your wrists tight, bruises will probably form later from all of this.

“Not even trying to fight back anymore. You finally accepting that you're enjoying this?” He asked, letting go of your wrists to grab your hips. “Or maybe I got you too cockdrunk on me. Is that it? Am I making you feel so good you can't talk?” His voice was condesending.

“Fuck off.” You said, clawing at the floor to grip something.

“You love testing me, principessa. I don't mind. I'm happy to put you in your place each time.” He said and you could practically hear the smile in his voice. “You can stop acting like you hate this. I can feel you clenching my cock like you can't get enough of it.”

“As if.” You said between moans. He was hitting you so deep and fast, it had another orgasm building quickly.

“Keep talking like that and next time I'll have to punish you, amore mio.” He said, moving a hand from your hip to grip your hair. “How about you be a good girl instead and cum on my cock for me, yeah?”

“Fuck, shit!” You cried out, so close to cumming.

“Scream my name when you cum. Wanna hear how it sounds from those pretty lips.” He groaned, he was getting close himself. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, principessa.”

You came around him, trembling as his name fell from your lips over and over.

“That's the most beautiful sound I've ever fucking heard. Shit!” He said before moaning, his hips stilling as he came inside you, filling your pussy with his cum.

He pulled out as you both caught your breaths and stood back up, quickly redoing his pants before pulling out his wand and undoing the spells. He left the bathroom without another word to you as you slowly got up and went back to the shower to scrub the filth of what you'd done off of you.

And hopefully convince yourself that you didn't enjoy that.

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kissracing · 4 months ago

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Everyone’s favorite, carlos sainz jr,

summary. various instagram posts from the goddess, beautiful, multi-talented, writer, yn ln &&. her husband carlos sainz jr.

featuring. carlos sainz jr x fem!poc!reader (faceclaim, orion carloto)

this fic includes the following. . . yn &&. carlos are married, google-translated spanish, read the end for more info!!

yourusername • instagram

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yourusername Love life 🖼️🍒💍

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carlossainz55 📌 Cielo mío ❤️

⤷ yourusername Mi viejo 🤍

⤷ carlossainz55 VIEJO? Oh please 🙄😐 I’m 3 years older than you.

user MY PARENTSSSS

user mama y papa

landonorris Who took that photo of you two at the gallery..???

⤷ yourusername … No comment

⤷ landonorris It was the camera timer huh

⤷ yourusername Blocked.

user they’re so aesthetically pleasing

user WHERE ARE THE RINGS FROMMM

⤷ yourusername The clock & flower looking one are from a thrift store in spain! The other ones are from my wonderful in-laws 🫶🏼🤍

⤷ user AHHH you actually replied HEHE

user they compliment each other so well oh em gee

user the day they got married, lives were changed fr

user the beautiful, gorgeous, multi-talented, yn ln-sainz 😍😍 and carlos ig

alexandrasaintmleux The prettiest 💞💐 We must go to a gallery together!!

⤷ yourusername Says you??? 🤨😭🤍 And yes we must haha!

yourusername • instagram

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yourusername It’s a work in progress :) ☕️

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user 📌 one thing yn will do.. is make sure her feed matches LOL

⤷ user SHE PINNED MY COMMENT ARHEHEHD

carlossainz55 📌 Mi bella esposa 🫶🏼🌷

⤷ yourusername Mi guapo marido 🫶🏼💐

user SHES WRITING CHAT. WE’RE GETTING A NEW BOOK

user the brown aesthetic >>>

user your handwriting is so gorgeous im so sick

user carlosyn supremacy

landonorris Oh so no photo credits 🤨⁉️

⤷ user LANDO YOU WENT WITH THEM??

⤷ landonorris YES and it was the worst “hangout” of my life 😒 They were just on each other.. so gross. They have no compassion for single people

⤷ carlossainz55 ?? You tagged along after seeing us in the coffee shop, That’s your fault cabrón 😂

⤷ yourusername Plus, we paid for your food and shoes that you wanted !!

⤷ landonorris SHUSHH THEY WERENT SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAAT

⤷ yourusername … Okay 😭?

user lando’s their son fr

user MOTHER

alexandrasaintmleux Who’s the gorgeous girl in the first slide 💘

⤷ yourusername Love you Alexx 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼

text messages • yn &&. carlos

yourusername • instagram

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yourusername Welcome my favorite addition to the Ln-Sainz family!! Milo Ln-Sainz. 💘🥺💌 Thank you Carlito

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vigilante-3073 · 4 months ago

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Cullen Family x Female Vampire Reader (Platonic)

PART 4

Summary: Bella's life is in danger and the Cullen family rallies around her. Feeling outmatched by the threat of an army and forcing themselves to work alongside the wolves, Edward reaches out to Y/N.

TW: Mentions of fighting, lack of regard for the feelings of others.

Graduation was fast approaching for the students of Forks High School and change was on the horizon. The student body was abuzz with conversations about future careers and top university picks. The Cullen family kept their involvement to a minimum, the less people knew about them the better.

Bella had her own ideas for her future and had been asking Edward to transform her into a Vampire. After the couple nearly became a Shakespearean tragedy in Italy, she had come to understand the fragility of their situation.

The Cullen family and Bella had come to a reluctant understanding that she would become a Vampire. The change would occur after graduation and Bella would be welcomed into their family with open arms.

Edward was pushing Bella to accept a marriage proposal before he would transform her, but Bella danced around the question every time.

Y/N had disappeared after she found Edward in Italy, he hadn't heard from her and he was reluctant to reach out.

Edward found himself missing her friendship, he had never been very close to the rest of his family and he wished that he knew how to fix things between them.

Y/N was a hazard to Bella. She was dangerous and Edward attempted to convince himself that they would be better off without her.

Carlisle was worried and he had been reaching out to his contacts around the globe to see if anyone knew where she could be. Edward wanted to assure Carlisle that Y/N would be fine on her own and she would return to them eventually like she had before. But something about this separation felt final.

She was gone.

Victoria had been returning to the area to hunt for Bella and the hypervigilance was beginning to take a toll on the family. Alice had been watching her decisions, but apprehending her was a difficult task.

Edward sat at his laptop at the table in the home of Bella's mother. He had taken her on a final trip before graduation while also allowing his family to hunt for the redheaded Vampire in Forks.

He watched Bella interact with her mother on the porch before his eyes returned to his screen.

'Y/N,

I don't expect you to read this, but I hope that you do. Carlisle has been searching for you and come up with nothing. If I were to begin looking for you, I wouldn't have any idea where to start and I suppose that would be my fault. I wish I had spent more time getting to know you, you have always looked out for me and that sentiment has not been properly reciprocated. I need you to know that I miss you and I miss our friendship.

The school-year is coming to an end and the family has made a choice about Bella's future. She wants to be like us and we have made the decision that she will join our family after graduation.

I am currently staying at Bella's mother's home in Florida. I brought her here in an attempt to get her to change her mind, but the trip also serves another purpose.

Victoria, James' mate, has returned to Forks in order to harm Bella. The family has this under control, but I thought that you should know.

I miss you and I'm sorry for the distance that I have created between us. I care about you and I hope that you return to us when you're ready.

Sincerely,

E.C '

His mouse hovered over the send button before he pressed it, slowly closing the laptop and returning his gaze to the porch. He hoped that Y/N would reply to his message, but he wouldn't blame her if she didn't.

...

Carlisle stood in his room, placing some folded dress shirts into his bag. Edward appeared in the doorway, "You know where she is?" He questioned.

"I heard back from one of my contacts in Milan. They seem to think that she's in the area," Carlisle stated, zipping up his bag and picking it up.

"I should come with you," Edward said.

"No, you should stay here. Bella needs you closeby in case Victoria returns," Carlisle advised, making his way out of the bedroom.

"What are you going to say to Y/N?" Edward asked, following after him as he moved through the house.

"I am going to ask her to come home," Carlisle stated simply.

"She's not going to come and you know that," Edward said.

"It's her decision and I can only hope that enough time has passed to soften her resolve. She went to you in Italy and it shows that there is still a part of her that cares for you," Carlisle said, opening the door and stepping outside.

He walked down the steps and opened the trunk of his car, placing his bag inside before closing it. Carlisle turned to his adopted son, "I will try my absolute best to bring her home," He assured, resting his hand on Edward's shoulder and giving it a gentle comforting squeeze.

"Tell her-," Edward began, the words died on his tongue. He gulped, "Tell her I'm sorry and that she was right," Edward said.

Carlisle gave him a small sad smile, "I'll tell her," He assured, stepping over to the driver's side and getting into the car.

Edward stood in the driveway as Carlisle started the car and drove off. He moved inside and found himself seated in front of his laptop again. His first email had never received a reply, but he still found himself composing a new draft.

'Y/N

Carlisle is coming for you. His contact in Milan told him that you were in the area and if you want to leave, now is your chance.

As a wise woman once told me, you have your own free will. Just know that I want you to return to our family more than anything and I hope that you will at least consider it.

I miss you and I'm sorry.

Come home.

Sincerely,

E.C '

He pressed send on the message, staring at his screen as he thought about how broken their relationship had become. Every time he thought that he could put the pieces together, another destructive part of him just continued to break them into smaller fragments.

"What are you playing at with this?" Rosalie asked from the doorway.

"I don't know what you mean," Edward stated, standing up and closing his laptop.

"I've seen what you're writing to her. I never took you as the type to grovel," Rosalie said.

"It's not like that," Edward snapped, exhaling in an attempt to calm himself.

"If you're telling her what you think she wants to hear, you're just setting her up to be hurt again. She's not stupid, Edward, she knows that you chose Bella over her. It still probably feels like she's swallowing broken glass when she thinks about it too hard, but she'll get over it. She got over it when Carlisle left her in the dust," Rosalie said.

"That's not what happened," Edward stated.

"You're right... Carlisle couldn't bear the weight of her affection and he offered you up to her on a silver platter before taking a wife, thinking that it would fix everything. He broke her heart and now you're doing the exact same thing, but without there being anyone left for her to turn to. She is alone out there and your fluffy little emails are keeping her stuck on you. Leave her alone and let her move on," Rosalie stated before walking off down the hallway.

...

Carlisle returned from Milan empty-handed like Edward had expected him to. A part of him still felt disheartened when Carlisle told him that he didn't even see her. There was no trace of her in Milan, but she never left anything behind when she moved along. She had pretty much perfected the skill of vanishing over time.

Edward attempted to refrain from emailing Y/N after his conversation with Rosalie, but there was no one that he wanted to talk to more.

A nomad Vampire had made its way into the area and Edward discovered that the person had been inside Bella's home. The Cullens put a protective detail outside Bella's home to keep her and Charlie as they searched the area. The Vampire was nowhere to be found, but the nomad being in Bella's bedroom and the rise in Newborn activity in Seattle was becoming a concern.

The Cullens quickly realized that the threat was palpable when Alice foresaw the Newborns coming to Forks in order to kill Bella. The wolves had agreed to fight alongside them in order to protect the humans of Forks, but they were still greatly outmatched. Edward found himself at his computer once more, fingers hovering over the keys before he shut the laptop.

He pulled his cellphone from his pocket, dialing Y/N's number and holding the phone up to his ear. Edward listed the line ring, fully prepared to hear that the number was no longer in service. He was almost shocked when the line clicked, no voice was heard on the end of the line but he knew that she was there.

"Y/N... If you're there, I need your help. Bella is in danger and we're going up against something big. I know that I have no right to ask, but your help could really make a difference for us. Please, I need you here," Edward said.

He waited for a reply, reluctantly hanging up the phone after another moment of silence and tossing it down on his desk.

He ran a hand over his face before leaning back in his chair, he heard movement in the room across the hall and slowly stood up from his chair.

Edward made his way over, watching Bella turn in her sleep, reaching out across the bed. His mother's ring glittered on her finger in the moonlight, he gulped before slowly approaching the bed. A part of him felt like he had lied to Y/N, but he also knew that she would never come if she knew of his engagement.

Was that why he'd done it? To give her a sense of finality?

It was unlikely that Y/N would ever return to the family, but news like this would absolutely destroy her. Edward knew that the real reason he hadn't told Y/N on that twenty second phone call was because he didn't know how to close the door on her. Y/N carried that unrequited love for him all these years and he had pretended not to notice it. Edward had been selfish, he needed her friendship too much to tell her that they could never be together in the way she wanted.

Some may call him heartless, but he could only hope to abuse that soft spot she had for him one last time. He needed to.

To save the woman he loved.

....

PART 5

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strlvvr · 5 months ago

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close to you - connor bedard

bella thought it was just a regular blackhawks game, but what happens when she leaves the game with the star player?

connor thought it was a normal game day, but what happens when a pretty girl in the crowd catches his attention?

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“come on, we have to hurry! i need to get a good spot,” i yell at my friend as we’re running around united center.

jade was never big into hockey, but came along to games with me whenever i got tickets. she understood the game enough to watch, cheer, and listen to my rants about the games and players. she also knew there was a specific player i never shut up about.

“relax bella, we’ll get a good spot and he’ll love your sign.” jade called out over the crowds as we walked down the hall to the ice.

i found the perfect spot for warmups, knowing that was where he spent most of his time while on the ice. putting my stuff on the chair behind me, i grabbed my phone to look at the time. i still had ten minutes before the players came out.

i grabbed my sign to make sure it looked okay, for the hundredth time that night, “it looks good. hopefully they’re in a good mood tonight.”

“i know, i know. i’m just nervous.” i sighed, hoping my sign would catch his eye.

i opened my phone and scrolled through twitter, hoping it would clear my mind. it was my first warmup with a sign and i wanted it to go well.

when the timer on the jumbotron hit zero, i grabbed my phone and set up my sign. watching as all the players skated out, i felt my heart race when he stepped out.

immediately, he came over to my side of the ice. even though i knew it was going to happen, my hands were still shaking as i tried to steady my phone for the video i was attempting to record.

he kept skating past and smiling at me.

as i was recording a video of another player, lukas reichal, he interrupted it by bumping the glass right in front of me. i was still calming down when he laughed at me for jumping.

after losing track of how many shots he tried making, he came over to me with a puck and a big smile. he pointed at me before throwing the puck over. failing once.. twice… three times it took him to get the puck over to me.

“oh. my. GOD.” i screamed at my best friend after he skated away.

“you just got a puck from connor bedard!” she yelled back as i jumped, watching her end the video she was recording, “he’s coming back, calm down, calm down.”

he pointed at me again and started pointing at my phone.

“is he telling me to grab my phone?” i turn and ask jade.

after i grab my phone he starts putting up numbers on his hands. is this kid actually giving me a number? he’s gotta be kidding. right?

i put the numbers into my messages and turned my phone towards him, asking if i got it right. he nodded and skated away, shooting one more puck before going to the locker room.

“there’s no fucking way.” i told my friend as we walked to our seats.

“are you gonna text him..? cause if not, you know i will.” jade said with a smirk on her face.

“if i don't text him, please kill me cause that would be the worst mistake of my life.” i replied, in full seriousness.

i texted him immediately, letting him know it was me and i saved his number. i got a quick text back, letting me know he got the text and that he would text me after the game. i sent a quick “good luck” text and went back to the conversation around me.

“i don’t know how you’re acting so casually about this.” jade said as she grabbed her drink.

“because if i don’t, i will mess it up and i cannot fumble HIM of all guys.” i said quietly, making sure the people around me weren’t paying attention to what i was saying.

as the game starts, i turn towards the ice, watching intently. by the second period, connor was looking good, getting shots in, and playing good offense.

we all watch as the players start lining up a goal, i watch at the edge of my seat as connor gets the puck. he starts getting closer to the net and he scores.

“he SO did that for you!” jade yells as the crowd erupts in cheers.

“stop it, he’s just playing, he wants to score no matter what,” i giggle, wondering if he really did do it for me.

the clock hit zero, with a win for the blackhawks. jade and i walked out of united center with a newfound happiness watching our team celebrate. i quickly got a text from connor asking if i was staying around after the game.

“we have to,” jade pushed me as we were walking to her car, “he’s basically saying he wants to see you.”

“okay, okay, fine. i’ll tell him we can stay,” i smile, opening our texts once again, getting ready to reply.

i asked him where he was going to be after the game as we reached jade’s car. we knew it was gonna be a while before he came out, with interviews and all that taking up most of his time after games.

finally, after almost an hour, connor texted me, telling me he was coming out. jade and i left the car, immediately missing the warmth as the cold air hit our faces, and walked towards the door he told us to meet him at.

we watched as all the other players started coming out, some of them waving and saying hi, a few of them asking if we were waiting for signatures. finally, i saw connor walking out.

“hey!” he called over to us with a smile.

“hi,” i said nervously while also trying to hide my shivering, “good game tonight!”

“thank you, i tried,” he laughed as we walked towards his car.

“sooo,” jade said, trying to break the awkwardness, “any plans tonight?

“i was invited to go out with the boys, but i’m probably just gonna go home, what about you guys?” connor replied, putting his stuff in his car and turning to us.

“well i mean, we were just gonna go home. unless maybe you wanted to hang out?” i said, immediately regretting it. this was connor bedard, the best player in the league right now.

“i’m actually getting pretty tired, i think i might just go home. plus, it’s a bit of a drive.” jade said as she lightly nudged me.

“oh really? how far do you guys live?” connor asked, looking at me for the answer.

“not that far, about an hour or so,” i said, trying to ignore his gaze.

“are you hungry? i could use some food,” connor looked at me, again. i glanced up at him this time, seeing a look of hope in his eyes.

“yeah, i could eat.” i smiled at him.

“i’m probably gonna grab something quick on the drive home, but if you guys wanna go get food,” jade said, looking at me, seeing if i wanted her to leave me here or if i wanted to go with her.

“i can always drive you home,” connor said, trying to keep whatever body warmth he could grab close.

“that’s okay, you don’t have to.” i laughed, trying to see if he actually wanted to or not.

“i’d be happy too,” he smiled.

“well i’m leaving now, so last chance.” jade said looking at connor one more time, seeing if he was being serious or not.

“come on, it’s cold.” connor opened the passenger door of his car.

laughing at him, i turned to jade, “i’ll text you?”

“you better,” she winked and walked quickly to her car.

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levissslutt · 1 month ago

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The Mechanic pt 3

Four days had gone by since that weekend. Sitting behind your desk in the little office of your studio you were debating on whether or not to call him. His shop got a lot of buisness from some car show that was in town, so you assumed he was probably really busy.

Four days it’s been, but for some odd reason it felt like weeks. Being with Josh was immensely captivating. He watched you, listened, like really listened. Every night for the past four days the two of you would fall asleep on the phone together. Sometimes you’d wake up in the middle of the night to see him sleeping peacefully.

Skin glowing, tattoos on full display, he was really taking a toll on you. And your car ? Ran like a beauty, it was even better on gas, being and adult, getting gas was the worse thing ever. Like where does the gas go so fast ?

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Your hands rested between your hands as your elbows leaned on your desk, daydreaming about Josh.

A notification popped up on the screen of your computer. It was a scheduled private session notification, which you rarely got.

Clicking on the notification, the information from the customer flashed on the screen. It was a 2 hour long hot yoga session, paid in advance. The name read ‘Your handy man.’

There was no way in hell.

Tapping on the Ipad next to the computer, you clicked around looking at the details of the appointment. They scheduled thirty minutes from the time you’d seen the message, so they gave you some time to set up.

Grinning like a fool to yourself you sent him a text before you headed to set up.

Josh 🔧

my handy man huh?

He texted back immediately.

Bells🧘🏾‍♀️

😂😂😂😂

listen girl my back is killing me

all these damn cars

Rolling your eyes you turned your phone off, and set up the studio for your hot yoga session.

Thankfully you only had private clients today, Josh being the first. He had texted you letting you know he was outside, and rounding the corner sure enough there he was, at the entrance, breathing on the glass door.

“Seriously Jey I just cleaned that glass.”

He said nothing, only drew a heart in his fogged up mess on the window.

“Boy I swear.” You muttered, dragging him into the studio.

He chuckled behind you in amusement. Truth be told he loved the feeling of your smaller hands in his, guiding him to the back room.

He walked ahead of you looking around the small room. Spotting a bathroom in the far corner, with a shower. Two mats had already been centered in the room, heat blasting, creating a steamy atmosphere.

Stepping in behind him you closed the door, trapping in the heat, beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.

"Hot already Mr handy man."

"Aint nothing I can't handle." He replied with a sly smirk.

"Besides how'd you find me anyways."

Sitting down you motioned for him to follow you on the floor, and he did mirroring your position.

"I looked up yoga studios in the city, and weeded them out until I found one that was owned by someone by the name of Bella.”

He enunciated your name flicking his tongue off the roof of his mouth, being dramatic.

" I don't know if I should be concerned or flattered."

You continued stretching as he tried his best to copy your movements.

"If Im being honest Bella you been on my mind hella recently."

The mood shifted slightly as he looked over at you, not a heavy shift, but you could tell he really meant what he said.

"Im glad you feel that way cause you been on mine too, buttt you be playing only calling me to go to sleep is crazy."

He stopped stretching to face you, "nah don't do that cause it aint even like that, I got my shop and my lil man to take care of, Im never just going to ignore you, or not give you the time of day, cause I kinda want to see where this goes."

"I get that, but don't ever put me on the back burner cause you got a life, I got a life too Josh and I make time for you, always."

"You do, and Im not putting you on a back burner, just asking you to understand where Im coming from, matter fact, what you doing after this ?"

He resumed his stretching, lazily matching your movements.

" Ive got about two more clients, why?"

"Yea gon head and cancel on them, I got a spot in the city I want to take you to."

You paused, gaping at him.

"Josh I can't just drop everything-

Before you could finish he grabbed your hips flipping you on top of him. Holding you firmly in his grasp, he conjured up the best puppy dog look he could.

"Please Bella."

No way this man is pouting. Rolling your eyes, you leaned down and pecked his lips. Silly of you to think you where going to pull away from him, because as soon as you tried he yanked you back in place, deepening the kiss.

His hands explored your backside as the two of you made out on the floor. Every moment with him sucked all the air out of your lungs, being around him made all of your senses alert and it almost felt like you were on fire, but in a good way. He made you feel so alive.

His lips were so soft yet so demanding, it was so intoxicating.His thumbs traced circles on your bare skin as he kissed you.

"You so damn pretty, I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."

"You aint even had enough of me to know you aint had enough."

"Oh nah I had enough of you alright."

He mumbled flipping you on your back, and slid between your legs hovering over you. He eyed you like a hungry beast.

Grinning, you propped yourself up on your elbows.

"Your back hurt huh?"

He threw his head back laughing.

"And do."

"If it bothers you for real let me show you some easy stretches that you can do at home, it'll help after long days at the shop."

"Shiiiii lemme get back on this mat."

He wiggled from between your legs and back onto his mat, laying on his back. He looked too eager to be shown what you had in mind.

"You're so cute." You laughed.

He smiled at you, showing all his teeth, "not too much girl I'll lay yo ass back out on this mat and get to work for real."

"Mcht boy get on your knees."

He snapped his head in your direction.

"Girl don't play with me."

You rolled your eyes, "Josh just trust me."

Chuckling he threw his hands up, "I'm just playing ma, come on show me."

Getting on your mat you got on your knees, and bent over with your chest to your knees and hands stretched out. He mirrored you perfectly.

"This is called the Childs pose, super easy, right."

"Yea, I can deadass feel the stretch, it feels good."

"Good, cause if it ever hurts you need to stretch first, or you're doing it wrong, which is impossible because it's the easiest thing ever." You grinned to yourself.

"I like to hold it for a few minutes at a time, until Im satisfied."

Sitting up you watched him relax in the position. He was shirtless, with black shorts, and god did he look good. His back shined slightly from the heat, causing his ink to glisten.

He lifted his body, leaning back onto his heels. You watched him in amusement.

"You keep staring at me like that, imma know sum."

This time it was you who threw your head back laughing, the sound filling the space. Josh took a mental note of how much he liked your real laugh.

" What the hell ever, just watch me ok?"

He nodded , watching you go into the next pose, a sly grin never leaving his face.

This time you crawled onto all fours, arching your upper back, while keeping your hips parallel to your knees. "You look crazy as hell Im not got lie."

Laughing you positioned yourself for him to see you better.

"Yea it does look ridiculous but it feels so good, this one is the cat pose."

He chuckled, mimicking your movements again, perfectly.

"You know you're doing pretty good, you'd be surprised how many people fuck up these simple poses."

"Hey listen it aint without difficulty ma, im just tryna show off a lil bit."

"You know what", you giggled eyeing him from under your hair that had fallen in your face.

"I like to hold this one for a few minutes, it really helps my shoulders."

"I was just about to say I feel that stretch up the their too- damn I should've found a yoga studio sooner."

" I wouldn't have fucked you in my car then."

He choked almost dropping his pose at your bluntness.

"Y- yea you right."

He shifted on his mat, trying to fix his pants.

He thought he was slick, but you saw his movements.

"How's your son."

"Bad, as fuck."

"So your shop aint the only reason you got that salted beard huh."

"Oh yo lil ass got jokes huh, I thought you liked my beard, you was shol grabbing on my shit in that samee car."

"Ill do it again too, keep talking."

He turned to eye you, meeting his gaze, it made your stomach flip flop. It was dark and daring. He was finna tear yo ass out the frame after you stretched him.

And you were about to make sure he was all the way loosened.

"You really is sum else Bella."

He leaned back onto his heels, "aii show me the next one."

You grinned getting in front of him, getting on all fours again you lifted your butt into the air, arms outstretched in front of you pushing into the ground.

"This is the downward facing dog."

You turned to see him sitting directly behind you.

"Yea this one my favorite fasho."

His eyes lingered on your figure for a beat longer than they should have, eventually crawling on all fours he copied you, again, perfectly.

"You not slick Joshua."

"Hmm?"

His voice went up a few octaves, clearly betraying him.

"Keep on boy imma show you sum."

"Shit lil mama, you bold today huh, what happened to my quiet little Bella I met at the front of my shop."

"I was never your quiet little Bella, first of all, and I was having a long day, hang around me long enough, I might keep you on your toes more than that boy of yours."

"Im already knowing."

"Ok now lay on your back again, let me stretch you out."

He obeyed, a little too eagerly.

Hovering over him you took his leg and bent his knee to his chest, your thighs straddling his other leg. He was thoroughly enjoying this position.

"Just like that- fuckk." He breathed out, his eyes fluttering.

You raised an eyebrow at the man.

He always came completely undone underneath you, it was a sight to behold.

You stretched his leg to the side and his eyes flew open, face red.

"Girl what you doing, got me spread out like a bad bitch."

Laughing you shook your head, "I gotta stretch this part of your hip."

As you spoke you slid your hand to his hip massaging the small area there. You and him both knew what you were doing, his growing bulge on full display.

Sliding your hand to his thigh you dragged your nails up and down, causing him to shiver under your touch. Goosebumps were left in your path.

You let his leg go and resumed on the other, lifting his knee to his chest and then out to the side, you listened closely as he tried so hard to hide the low groaning coming from his lips, but it was no use.

He was so sexy, every inch if him shined in a thin layer of sweat, his shorts hiked up from the stretch. Taking your hand you pushed up one side of his shorts as far as they'd go.

"I never really seen your whole leg before I was curious how far up your ink went."

"Mhm you sure you not just tryna touch on me."

You grabbed his fully erect bulge with no hesitation, his hands flew to yours trying to pry you off, his eyes wide.

"Don't test me Fatu."

He all but whimpered under your touch, but his movements completely contrasted the noise that just left him.

He greedily grabbed at your waist yanking you on top of his face and without warning, he grabbed at the leggings you had on and ripped them from the middle.

"Joshua what the fuc-

He cut you off with his mouth on your clit, swirling and tugging at your bud, his hands placed firmly on your hips holding you down on his face.

He tongued your pussy expertly, flicking and savoring every single inch of you, you wear gripping on his hair for stability. This what you wanted anyways. He thought he was so slick tryna be all cute and submissive.

'No sir come obliterate my shit', was all you could think.

And he was, his tongue was fucking you, curling in just the right spot, and somehow his thumb had found your swollen clit, circling ever so slightly. You were so close and his pace didn't falter for a second because he knew it.

Your gripped tightened in his hair as you rereleased into his mouth.

"Fucckkk Josh oh fuckk."

Your voice was high and washed out and he was enjoying every second of it.

He slid you off of him, straddling his hips. He smirked at you beard now soaked from your essence. You were so over trying to act innocent for him, he knew it too. He knew he just found the freak of his life.

Leaning down you licked the excess essence off his face, his hands slid to the back of your shirt and ripped it at the seems just as he had did your pants.

"Joshua I swear to go-

He grabbed the back of your neck slamming his mouth into yours.

"Shut the fuck up Bella, damn, all that fucking mouth."

Grinning you leaned into the kiss, needing to feel all of him. His tongue fought for dominance in your mouth just as you fought for it in his. The two of you all but swallowing each other on the floor.

Small whimpers and grunts left the two of you as you made out. His hands roughly explored you, ripping off any piece of fabric left on your body.

He broke the kiss leaning back onto his heels, giving you full access to his rock hard dick. His black shorts straining.

"Come here baby."

He gently grabbed your face, whispering just loud enough to hear him.

On all fours you where perfectly level with him. You kissed his stomach and his hips, the small space underneath his belly button leading to his happy trail. Finally hooking a finger onto his waist band and yanking down.

He sprung out of his shorts. Standing at attention. His tip was already leaking, pre cum dripping down his length.

"Hmmm look at you, so wet for me already baby." You cooed.

Before he could even fix his mouth to say something smart, you wrapped your lips around him, taking him all the way in.

His eyes squeezed shut as he touched the back of your throat, his hand moving to the back of your head.

"Mhmmm."

His voice rumbled through his body as you you sucked him off. Your eyes watched him from below, watching the moment you thought he was close.

As soon as he twitched in your mouth you pulled him out stopping your movements, his eyes shot open to find you grinning wickedly at him.

He glared at you.

"You playing with fire."

"I know."

"Bella I swear on everything I love if you tease m-

You cut him off by shoving him back into your mouth, he took the opportunity to take both of his hands and slammed his hips into your mouth, face fucking you.

The sounds of you being abused filled the room, but you didn't mind one bit. Saliva slid down your chin, tears brimmed your eyes and he swore he fell in love with you right then and there.

The sight of you alone was making him near his peak. His hips faltered for a second before he released, his nut spilling out your mouth and down your throat.

His groans filled the small room. His body slightly trembling at the release.

"Fuckin hell pretty girl."

His voice was so horse, just barely above a whisper.

He picked you up and held you flush against him, backing the two of you to the nearest wall.

Not wanting to waist another second you reached between the two of you and grabbed his dick, surprising him. You slid his tip up and down your entrance, not wanting to wait on his permission or guidance. You needed him now.

He slid in with ease, you were clenched around him, molding perfectly to him. It felt like you where made specifically for him. He sunk right into you, finding a steady pace immediately.

His forearms were hooked under your knees as he railed you into the wall. You were seeing stars, unable to form a sentence.

You didn't know if it was from doing yoga before hand or because the two of you hadn't seen each other in four days, but you were in pure ecstasy.

Everything about him in this moment was making you loose control of all your senses. Your voices tangling together to make a harmony of pleasure.

He was getting closer and closer to your g spot with each thrust. Your head was thrown back into the wall as he nipped at your neck. leaving trail of kisses and love marks all over your chest.

"Tell me how much you like this shit girl, making all that fucking noise in here, but can't talk?"

He was driving you crazy, where was this aggressiveness at before that you were seeking from him? Was that all he needed was a little push and a green light to fuck you silly ?

"Fuck me Josh, right there- fuckk."

"Nah fuck that what's my name girl."

He got you.

He knew you hated saying that shit, but for whatever reason he got it out of you when he was tearing you out the frame.

A tear slipped down your cheek, from pure pleasure. You were in heaven and so close.

"Say my fucking name Bella or imma stop."

"FUCK."

"Uhuh get it out baby." He was grunting against your neck as you continued screaming everything but what he wanted to hear.

"You got 5 seconds."

His pace really slowed too, causing your heart to leap forward.

"Joshuaa."

"Say it, I want to hear you say my name girl."

He always knew how to get what he wanted.

"FUCK DADDY FUCK ME RIGHT THERE GOD."

A stupid shit eating grin spread across his face , as tears where streaming down your face at this point.

"Take all daddy nut pretty girl, such a good girl."

He kissed every inch of your neck he had access to as you came down for your high.He held you in place as your eyes fluttered.

"I hate you you know that."

He chuckled, "what was that brat?"

Trying to swat at him was useless because he only flipped you over his shoulder, and stepped into the bathroom at the back of the room.

Still holding onto you he ran the water and stepped in.

Without warning he bent you over, smacking your ass. The ripples sent blood rushing down to his dick.

"What are you doing-

You felt his tip pushing past your still soaked and sensitive entrance. Your tried to arch your back to get out of his grasp, but he only yanked your head and held you in place.

"Nah this what yo ass get for teasing me earlier."

His voice no longer held a playful octave, he was serious.

As soon as he was all the way in he picked up a relentless and unforgiving pace. His hips snapped into yours.

"J-josh I-im sorry."

"I don't want to hear that shit now, you was smiling all in my face thinking that shit was funny. Now look at yo ass."

Another hard smack landed on your ass as he finished talking.

"Told yo ass don't do that shit."

Another one.

"Imma handle yo lil ass tuhDAY."

And another one, his hand print now visible on your ass.

Your voice was a choked out cry as he fucked you in the shower, hot water blasting on the both of you ,relaxing your muscles even more.

Your legs started to tremble beneath you, threatening to give out due to the harsh pace of Josh fucking you from behind.

His tip was brushing the sweetest spot, a ring of your essence coating his dick at the base.

"I love this shit , I love this shit , fuck Bella , take it."

He was muttering more to himself but hearing the way his hoarse voice was cracking, sent you over the edge , your knees giving out.

Josh picked you up with one arm, your back to his chest as he continued fucking you.

"Look at me."

Your tear stained cheeks craned to meet his dark gaze. Your pussy clenched around his dick at the sight of him. His hair had puffed up but strands of hair clung to his forehead. His lips were pink, swollen and parted, eyes wild.

He was so beautiful.

Dipping his head he caught your lips in a passionate kiss. This time no one fought for dominance, he kissed you slowly as you whimpered into him.

Your legs felt like jelly by now. The knot in your stomach snapped, and you came completely undone for him. Screaming his name, you came all over his dick.

"Fuck I love you Josh oh my god fuck."

You were so fucked out and out of it you didn't even mean to say that, or hear him say:

"I love you too Bella."

pt 4 ;)

a/n: hi sluttssss I am so sorry for this slow ass update, I even decided to leave the date out of this part so I could post SOMETHING. a bitch been struggling and life been lifeing but writing stories is literally so fun, it helps me escape and form whole worlds of whatever im thinking in my head, and even though I am in no way a professional you guys really seem to like the few pieces of work I have put out, so thank you for the patience and I will be cranking out all the ideas I have in my drafts for now. Like always if you have any requests or would like to be tagged let me know !!!!

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o-solemioo · 8 months ago

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Scenario: Reader is very popular with the boys and girls at forks high because he's even more beautiful than Rosalie and actually talks to people. It's Friday afternoon during lunch and all the Cullens (except reader) are at their table and see’s some random human confess to reader. Reader plays along to piss off Jasper because he didn't let him do whatever (you can pick what it was). Jasper gets jealous and pissed so he calls Carlisle and tells him to not come home until a while. He takes reader home and punishes him.

THIS ISNT MY RQ IT CAME FROM SUM1 ELSE BUT THE CREATOR DIDNT WRITE FOR TWILIGHT!

hi anon,

thanks for the ask! this will be more of a drabble, i haven't written smut in a while... but! i've been loving writing the past few days!! also, i'm not very good with sub!reader, so please forgive me if it's a tad awkward, i'm trying >-<

also, quick note, if all of you wouldn't mind reading this post, that would be lovely! just a little message (including a thing about kinktober ;D) so it would mean a lot if you would take a peek at it! thank you darlings x.

you are loved, ๏siris ☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･

— you really got me

☾ pairing: jasper hale x male!reader ☾ summary: "little brat." or jasper doesn't like when you flirt with others, even if it's "just a joke." ☾ warnings: 2nd person (you), smut, porn and not a lot of plot, dom!jasper, bratty sub!reader, reader is a bit of a masochist for sure, jasper calls reader "pretty", edging, a bit of slapping (in a sexy way i promise), ruined orgasm, aftercare ofc, not proofread. ☾ w๏rd c๏unt: 872

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To put it lightly, Jasper was pissed.

You two had gotten into a ridiculous argument about a book you had been reading on the Civil War. You had tried to tell Jasper that it was labelled "historical fiction" for a reason, but he wouldn't budge.

So, you weren't really talking to each other at the moment.

You had been enjoying your lunch, deciding to sit with Bella and her friends, because why not? They were nice people, as much as you were encouraged to stay away from them. Suddenly, Jessica chirped into your conversation.

"So... Do you have any plans this weekend?" You knew she meant it in a bit of a flirty way, but you were still mad at Jasper, so you gave in.

"No, I don't think I do." You replied sweetly, your voice dripping with a honey-like tone.

Jasper and his very good hearing did not like that.

When you arrived home that day, the house was empty. None of your vampiric 'siblings', no Carlisle, no Esme. You were confused until you heard a venomous voice behind you.

"So... going out with Jessica this weekend?" Jasper spat.

"It was a joke, Jas, learn to take one." You responded cheekily.

"Little brat." You wouldn't admit it, of course, but you were starting to get a bit excited. Jasper easily picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You playfully struggled in his grasp, both of you knowing that it didn't matter; you were obviously going to let him do whatever he wanted. You just liked messing with him.

He tossed you onto the bed that he didn't need, straddling you and ravenously attacking your neck, nipping and sucking at the flesh that would've left marks, had you any blood to bruise in the first place.

You whined as he ripped himself off of you, slipping your shirt over your head in one swift motion. Then his shirt was off. All of the sudden, he was toying with the button of your jeans.

"W-Why'd you stop?" You asked breathlessly.

"You know what I'm gonna do to you, right?" Jasper smirked. Of course you did.

"Yeah... will you hurry it up?" Why not push his buttons just a bit more? It was fun.

He pulled your pants and underwear down at a painstakingly slow pace, your already hard cock springing out. Jasper laughed.

"I haven't even done anything, pretty" He mumbled in that lovely southern drawl.

Without warning, he gripped the base of your cock and squeezed a bit, making you gasp. He relished in the noise and leaned forward to use his spit as lube. You held the bedsheets in your strong hands as he began to stroke you excruciatingly slowly.

"Come on, what's the hold up, Jas?" You huffed out, already bothered with what you knew was a punishment of sorts.

Jasper took that as a challenge. Out of nowhere, his hand began to move rapidly against your length, pulling gasps from you and making you squirm.

He refused to relent until those fateful words slipped from your mouth.

"Jas, Jasper... I'm gonna cum-" And his hand went still. You lolled your head back and let out a groan. Of course. You wouldn't get away that easily.

And when you finally felt half-yourself again. He just started back up. Your lungs began to burn as you writhed underneath him, letting out strangled moans as he abused your cock.

Again, you felt yourself close to your peak. "Please, please," You began to beg slightly. "Let me cum."

Nope. His hand was fully off of your dick this time; you tried to close your legs, searching for any sort of friction, but he forced them open, slapping the inside of your thigh harshly, drawing another moan and a smile from you. He knew you were liking this, of course you were.

This continued for a while. You would beg him to let you cum, and he would only pull his hand off of your aching length.

Finally, the half-hour mark hit and he decided he would be nice.

The next time you piped up with a "Please, please, Jas, baby, let me cum, please..." Your voice was hoarse and rough; yet you still asked with a small smile on your face.

"Okay, pretty. Cum." He commanded. It didn't take much else for you to reach your high, but the second your seed spilled from your cock, he pulled his hand off again, leaving you with nothing to guide you through your high. You bucked into the air a few times, crying out for any sense of relief, but he just smiled as he watched you toss and turn.

When you finally came down from your ruined euphoria, Jasper left the room for a moment, leaving you heaving and half-dazed. But he returned with a washcloth, cleaning up your now sensitive dick.

"Fuck." You sighed. "That was good, actually."

Jasper let out a hearty chuckle at your words. "You find anything good." He shook his head slightly.

"So do you forgive me now?" You smiled, still a bit dopey.

Jasper smiled. "Yes, pretty. I do." That pretty drawl could put you to sleep. You were just happy it all worked out.

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damn, i'll be honest, i wasn't expecting that to be as easy to write as it was... again, quite drabbly, but i know a lot of people like shorter reads, so i hope this is alright :)

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madridnoora · 16 days ago

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౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ Forbidden - London

Eleventh instalment of the forbidden au - lsu!joe x oc

Full AU masterlist here -> ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ Forbidden

Summary: Daisy spends Christmas and new years in London while Joe remains in Louisiana and Ohio, but the string that connects them still managed to pull tight.

⋆｡˚ word count: 5.6k

18+ Content. MDNI :). Mentions of drinking, drug use, smoking and sex. ⋆｡˚

London is bleak and cold. The wind was sharp, the kind that bit at fingertips and brushed the edges of ears. Snow drifted past grey buildings, hundred of perfect flakes falling freely from a white pillow sky.

Daisy watched from the cozy nook under her bedroom window, in her fathers expensive town house in Kensington. A warm cup of hot chocolate sat in her hand in snowman mug while her kindle sat resting against her knees. She wasn't really reading anymore, her mind was wandering elsewhere.

She had been in London for near two weeks, and it was Christmas eve. Her father was working, as he would be tomorrow. He was always working. He ran a PR and Management company for sports clubs and athletes. His biggest client being Chelsea football club and a cohort of their academy players. That always came first. Daisy couldn't remember a christmas in London where she hadn't been left alone, except this time she wasn't.

Carson was out, somewhere in the busy streets of London, last minute shopping. He had gotten on a flight a week ago to come spend the holiday's with his best friend rather than his dysfunctional family.

Joe won the Heisman. Not that Daisy watched, she couldn't bare too. Bella had told her over facetime a couple days after the ceremony, and Joe had texted her too let her know, not that she had been opening or responding to the messages.

Joe had messaged her a lot. He had called her a lot as well. Always in the morning and always at night, every single day. She hadn't picked up or plucked up the courage to reply. She came close one time, the heavy emotional night before Carson got here when she found herself sobbing under her fluffy duvet looking through snapchat memories of them like a pathetic teenage girl and his name popped up on caller ID. She was so close, only a mere millimetre from pressing the green accept icon but at the last second she changed her mind.

Justin kept calling as well. That was a whole other issue she hadn't even had the time to dive into, but she had to continue speaking with him like everything was fine, like she wasn't completely aware that he was falling in love with her. So, she would answer. He would ask how she was and she would tell him she was getting better (she wasn't), and that she was happy in London with Carson.

The reality was--Daisy was irreversibly heartbroken. She spent most of her days just looking out the window in numbness because all her tears had fallen already. London seemed to move slowly in winter. Murky white slush softened beneath the footsteps of the people she would watch pass by. From her window, she could watch it all. From her window, she could detach herself from her own world and imagine the lives of others. A man with a cigarette cupped in gloved hands, waiting for a black cab that never came. Two girls sharing earbuds, heads tilted together under a broken umbrella as they shielded themselves from heavy snowfall. A young boy kicking a half deflated football up the sidewalk, with a blue scarf dancing in the dagger like wind. She could place herself in all of them and pretend for a moment that what she was experiencing wasn't real, that it was just some cruel nightmare she would wake up from but she would never wake up.

Daisy drew her knees up to her chest and tucked her chin low. A thick knit sweater covered her body. It had gotten bigger on her since she arrived, her appetite not what it used to be two weeks ago, before the missile hit her and left a hole in her chest.

He didn't do anything wrong. There was this small sick and twisted voice in her head telling her that all the time. A evil voice of weakness. The same voice she used to follow back to Lucas, but she refused the follow it this time. This is different. Joe didn't cheat. He didn't even break the arrangement. You just thought it meant something more and got hurt. This is your own fault. There it was again whispering to her. Sometimes she would think it was right, and she would want to break the lack of contact between them with ever small fibre of her being but thankfully Cassie, Bella or Carson would talk her out of it. Stop the mistake before it even had a chance to happen.

She continued to stare out at the soft white blanket on the grey and cracked pavement, when it came--the soft buzz that always came around this time in the early afternoon for her.

Joe.

His name on the screen. All she could do was look at it.

but then, she couldn't look at it any longer. Usually, she turned it off when it got like that, she cut the ringing short and put him out of his misery.

This time she picked up her phone with frail shaking hands and answered it.

There were three beats of silence. Joe hadn't been expecting her to pick up. Daisy hadn't been expecting herself to either.

'Dais-?' Joe croaked out through a dry throat.

Daisy didn't respond, she just breathed down the line. Her heart racing under the sound of his morning voice, the same voice that she used to wake up too. She could imagine him in her head now, all sleepy and disheveled in his childhood bedroom back in Ohio. Star wars posters likely scattered across the wall and rows of trophy's would be stacked on shelf after shelf. The Heisman would be taking pride of place somewhere.

'Dais-?' He whispered again, too scared to say any actual words in case it was the wrong thing and he scared her away.

'Why do you keep calling, Joe?' Her voice broke as she uttered the painstaking question. She kept wondering why he was going through all this effort to call and text. He didn't like her. He certainly didn't love her. A person in love wouldn't have done what Joe did. Daisy would never have done what he did. So, why? Was is for the sake of the friendship group, or was it to clear his own conscience of guilt.

'Because I fucked up. I fucked up really bad and I need to make it better' Joe was already teetering on desperation and begging through the tone of his voice. For a second, it made Daisy believe that maybe this whole thing was killing him as much as it was killing her but it couldn't be. For Joe to feel even half of what Daisy was feeling, he would have had to be in love and he wasn't.

'It's okay, Joe' Daisy breathed out because pretending like she wasn't internally ruined felt like the easiest may to handle this situation. Build up the tall walls around her once again and make sure no one could ever get inside them. That was her safest option. The only one that could protect her.

'You didn't do anything wrong, I mean, hey, it wasn't physical huh' A pathetic attempt of a joke fell through her dry cracked lips as the phone shook beside her ear as her hands found themselves unsteady. Her statement only made Joe feel worse. The knife that was lodged in his heart twisted deeper. He gulped. Daisy heard it.

'Dais-'

'No Joe. Look, I got it wrong. You know. Don't feel sorry for me, it only makes it worse'

'Just let me explain. Let me talk to you, please. I feel like I'm dying over here, Daisy'

'It's best if we don't talk, Joe. It's done already'

'Dais-No, c'mon-you don't mean that'

'Merry Christmas, Joe' and with that she hung up the phone and sighed. Then she crumbled and sobbed and sobbed because hearing his voice brought it all back. Every small detail of what had happened between them came flooding to the surface. She was back there, on LSU campus, in between his hands, he was in between her thighs. Her heart pressed against his. And she's never felt that alive in her life, never felt that level of love. She could call it that now, because she was no longer scared to lose it. It was already gone. Macy was her name. A nice girl apparently. Was I not a nice girl? Daisy had found herself thinking. Did he prefer the look of her freckles and redhair? Was it her blue eyes? Did they make my green ones look lacklustre? Fuck Macy. Not because she's the bad person but because she is the breathing symbol of personal and brutal loss. She was the walking reminder of her heart being broken and she sat only a few rows in front of her in her Wednesday afternoon class. When she went back to LSU, that was only one of the things she would have to tackle.

Joe tried twice to call her back but after that, he gave up. He read the signs. That night, as she lay beside Carson in her double bed, Joe didn't call her either. For the first time in two weeks, the illuminating light of his name did not disturb her inconsistent sleep.

-౨ৎ ⋆｡˚-

He didn't call on Christmas day.

The morning light was soft, seeping through the sheer lace curtains in a pale winter gold. The street lamps still flickering in the dark English mornings. The room looked warm, but Christmas always felt cold. This year even more so. Somewhere down the hall, she could hear the distant humming of Christmas music -- and old vinyl crackling faintly from her fathers room as he got ready to spend Christmas with his business partners rather than family. Tomorrow was Boxing Day football in England, and her father needed to get preparations in order for Chelsea FC.

Daisy blinked slowly against the weight of waking up and her puffy red eyes. Her body was so heavy beneath the duvet, the memory of Joe's voice weighing her down like a rusted old anchor. Cinnamon and coffee drifted through the townhouse. Then, she heard the heavy black front door slam and her fathers keys jangle as he unlocked his deep green Aston Martin. The engine thrummed as he drove of through the icy streets.

That noise made Carson stir beside her. His own eyes blinking open. His soft brown hair floppy and messy on top of his head. Daisy couldn't help but smile. He looked cute in the pale light.

'Merry Christmas, Carson'

'Merry Christmas, Daisy'

They wore matching tartan pyjamas and reindeer slippers as they made there was down the halls. Her father had decorated a little bit. Twinkling lights looped through the doorways, stockings hung slightly crooked on the large deep wood fireplace. A half decorated Christmas pine tree tucked away in the corner beside the tall bookshelves.

When she was a child, this felt magical, but now it felt artificial and performative. If her father really cared, he would be here.

Daisy felt nothing.

That was worse than feeling sadness, because it meant that last night she suffered the last snap. The last break she needed as she became completely detached from everything. So exhausted that she no longer could even muster the energy to feel.

She turned slightly and looked out the window. A light snowfall was beginning to dance in the howling wind. Some of it pressed against the glass and melted instantly.

'Hot cocoa?' Carson asked softly and she nodded. She'd drink the cocoa, she'd unwrap the small presents they had gotten each other and she'd say thank you and maybe she would crack a smile when they put on Arthur Christmas.

But like her father, this would all be artificial, all just an act.

-౨ৎ ⋆｡˚-

In Ohio, Christmas hadn't gone great either. Joe spent yesterday with family and local friends but there was a piece of him missing, it was lost somewhere in the middle of England's capital city.

The phone call on Christmas Eve had broken him. It confirmed what he feared most, that Daisy thought he didn't care about her, that she thought the heartache she was feeling was her fault rather than his. That cut him. It cut him to the core of his very being.

Since then, he had spent his nights laying in bed wondering how he could make this better. How he could fix it. Tomorrow, he would have to go back to LSU for the Peach Bowl against Oklahoma. The last stop before the national championship. Daisy wouldn't be there and at this point he didn't know if she would even come for the championship game. Maybe she will for Justin, he thought and that caused a brutal sensation to hammer against his ribs. Jealousy. Jealousy that he didn't have her anymore but Justin still did, even if it was only as a friend. Joe would have taken that over nothing.

Joe pulled out his phone in an attempt to distract himself from the all consuming ache of her, but he was greeted with something worse.

daisyymoore

snow, soccer, and self care - London, England.

tagged - carsonford.

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@.carsonford: best christmas ever with you

-> @.daisyymoore: love you!

@.cassdaviess: come home, the kids miss you.

-> @.daisyymoore: mommy's busy

@.isabellaafreut: pitchside? chanel scarf?

@.isabellaafreut: chelsea blues

-> @.daisyymoore: luv the footy x

@.jjettas2: Merry Christmas Texas.

-> @.daisyymoore: merry christmas jefferson.

26th December 2019

Algorithm's were a sick and twisted joke.

Daisy's flesh looked paler, her cheekbones looked more sunken in. No smiles. Just the cold stares and snowfall being captured by the iPhone camera. It made Joe's stomach twist into rough knots. Carson was there. At least that gave him some relief. She wasn't coping alone, but in the arms of her best friend.

She had been to watch a soccer match, a Chelsea one, if Bella's comment was to be believed. It made sense. All them months ago, before she had sat down on their picnic bench in the middle of LSU's campus she had been wearing a blue jersey. Maybe she was a bigger fan of soccer than Joe initially thought, but he couldn't know now. The opportunity to know her better had come and gone.

The street she lived on looked pleasant. Her father was clearly wealthy but Joe had already assumed that, she was jet setting every where over the summer, only rich girls could do that.

His eyes scanned every image for minutes on end.

He missed her.

More than he had ever missed anything.

He missed the quickness of her lips. He missed the way her hair would hang loosely around her face and how it would twirl in the wind. He missed the sage of her doe eyes. He missed the way her brows would lightly furrow when he said something too boyish. He missed the sweet smell of her jasmine perfume.

He looked down to the spongebob top he was wearing. The one he always gave her. It was unwashed because it made him feel like she was in the room, it allowed him to imagine that the pillow beside him was her torso.

He had to get her back.

He would do anything.

He would spend the rest of his life crawling back to her, no matter how many times she kicked him away he would come back and try and try because he knew what they had was something different, something rare and pure and special.

If it took two months or twenty years--they would find their way back to each other. He would make sure of it. He was in this for the long game. This was only their beginning even if Daisy believed it was their end.

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'SHOT! SHOT! SHOT!' A raging chorus of fraternity brother's cheered at Joe and his teammates as they stood on the kitchen counters of the fraternity.

It was New Year's Eve. And they were going to the national championship.

The party was roaring. The floor boards shook with the bass music pumping between the walls of the fraternity. Empty beer cans rattled on the coffee table. Glitter spread throughout the air like static, catching in the swirls of cigarette smoke and the misty haze of fruity vape clouds that hovered under the tall ceilings.

Joe winced as he took his three tequila shots and chased them with a cheap beer. Everyone cheered like they were gods, and in college they were the closest thing you could get to just that. Undefeated football players who were about to write themselves into the American history books.

Half-string lights and tinsel blinked about him, inflatable 2020 balloons hung of the wall shining in purple and gold. One of the zero's already beginning to deflate and it hadn't even passed midnight yet.

People patted him on the back, raised their red solo cups to him with drunken words they wouldn't remember come sunrise. He gave them what they wanted--big grins and bright eyes from their golden boy--but it was merely artificial. A costume hanging from his broad shoulders.

Inside, under the jersey he was wearing something was still quietly breaking.

He nursed the drink he didn't want as it sat barely cold in his hands, moving away from the crowd to lean against the kitchen counter beside his teammate terrace. Joe laughed at the story he was telling, nodded when he was given the cue too. His gaze kept drifting towards the door, to the phone in his hands, towards Cassie and Bella on the opposite side of the party throwing him daggers.

He thought maybe she would come. He thought maybe she would be back in Louisiana for the new year, but she hadn't shown.

She was still in London, Justin had let him know not too long ago. A whole world away. Probably watching the bright fireworks shoot into the night sky over the river Thames, or maybe she was so heartbroken that she was tucked up in bed with a single glass of wine and a knitted Christmas blanket. Maybe she's out celebrating, he winced at the voice in his head. He didn't want to think that she was doing that, that she could be out there kissing another when the clock struck midnight. He wouldn't blame her if she was. She needed to be out having fun and spending time with people who didn't hurt her the way he did.

He glanced at his phone again.

No text.

He hadn't texted her or called since Christmas Eve. It no longer felt like he should. When she answered the call he realised silence was what he deserved.

'Joe, it's a fuckin' party, you got to lighten up bro' Terrace said from beside him and shoved another two shots into his hands.

Joe just smirked and took the shots.

Drowning was a better option than sinking.

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The club pulsed with light--violet and blue, hot flashes of yellow and red that danced across the roof with such vibrancy. Music poured from the speakers in thick, dizzying waves; Sexy Bitch by David Guetta. Synth highs and lyrics being screamed by every drunken voice. Bodied moved together like water, pressed shoulder to shoulder, heat and perfume and spilled drinks tangled in the air like a fever you wanted to catch.

New Years Eve in London was like something out of a movie.

Daisy was in the middle of it all, drunk on legal alcohol. Her hair was pulled back in soft waves, her cheeks flushed and lips painted in a colour that Carson had called 'dangerously kissable'. Her tight glittery dress shimmered with every movement. -- black, sparkly and sleek, catching the bright lights and dancing like it had a heartbeat of it's own.

Her hands were in the air, her hips were swaying with the rhythm, her smile wide enough that it had everyone around believing she was happy. She had met up with a couple friends she had in London, the ones she had met over all the summers and winters she had spent here.

Carson danced beside her, spinning in circles with a boy he had met when they arrived. A drink in one hand and the other on the boy's waist.

They were free; Carson and Daisy. Untouchable. Very, very intoxicated. British liquor was much stronger than in the states and they were suffering them consequences.

It dimmed the hollow ache in her chest, but it still felt like something had been scooped out and left an echo.

Every beat of the music vibrated through her but still, she couldn't pull herself away from the fact her phone hadn't buzzed once with his name all night. No messages. No calls. He didn't even like the post she uploaded on Boxing day. He hadn't given her any attention since Christmas Eve. It was already the first of January in London and it was beginning to become early morning.

Was he already bored of trying to win her back? Was that how shallow his emotions ran?

Daisy closed her eyes and tossed her head back, trying to ignore the visions of him in her head. The lights around strobed against her closed lids and looked like fireworks underwater.

She let the music take her away.

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'Bro--you might want to see this' Ja'marr tapped the back of his hand on Joe's chest getting his attention. He was beyond wasted. Sweat shining off his forehead and his breath stinking of sweet liquor as he tried to numb the ache of her not being her. He was sprawled out on the couch with his fraternity brother, a bong being passed between them. Joe was being stupid. He could be drug tested at any point in the season but at this moment he didn't care. He was doing anything to feel numb.

Joe rolled his head to look at Ja'marr's phone.

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Joe had to blink away the blur of the alcohol vision, his eyes squinting slightly and he coughed out some yellow smoke. The second he saw the photos of her he became razor-sharp.

There she was--his girl, he could call her that still in his drunken state, out in some dingy dimly lit club on the other side of the ocean in a low cut dress and smudged eyeliner, drinks being poured into her mouth. She looked free, not like a girl who was heartbroken and waiting. Not like a girl who was ruined but like a girl who had already mourned a loss and moved on.

He blinked harder and grabbed the phone zooming in on the images like it would help. Crowds swirled around her in the images. She stood outside in one of them, her tongue hanging from her mouth and her eyes so wide. Her skin glowy and golden under the street lamps. She looked hot and reckless.

He let out a scoff. Half a laugh. Half bitter.

Guys lingered around in a couple of the photos, close but not touching. He didn't know if she knew them or if they were just background characters. His grip tightened on Ja'marr's phone. His jaw locked.

She looked gone. Like really gone. and that couldn't happen.

He ran a hand over her jaw in thought, rubbing the corners of his mouth in a quick swipe then sitting back into the stained brown leather.

'What you gone do about it?' Ja'marr asked.

'She didn't start fucking me cos I was a nice guy J,' Joe smirked.

Then, he opened up his own phone and tossed Ja'marr's back to him. He pulled up her tagged photos and sent her the photo of her mouth open with a quick message.

i'd have you bent over in a bathroom stall and fucked by now cub

Then he sat back and waited.

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The club bathroom was a blur of motion and mirror light, all chrome, Blue LEDs and graffitti. The bass of the music seeped through and bounced against the walls in a soft hum. Lip gloss smeared across the cracked mirrors and perfume danced in the air. Laughter, giggles and camera flashes twisted all around her as she sat on the toilet seat in the bathroom stall.

She came in to get away from the heat of the dance floor, for a moment of peace and a chance to take a deep breath that wasn't filled with vape smoke.

but then her phone lit up with his DM.

@.joeyb_9 sent you a message

i'd have you bent over in a bathroom stall and fucked by now cub

Her breath caught and her jaw dropped. So did her heart and she felt a betraying flutter in between her thighs. Like a match to gasoline, it brought her back to life. For the first time in weeks she felt slightly alive and not numb.

They started as a forbidden line blurring, smirking glances and steamy sex. Frat parties and slapping skin. That electric pull that was always there from the minute they met. They were messy, physical and charged. Joe understood that. He was playing dirty because he knew a message like this was going to earn a reply sooner than a pining sorry ever would.

if you wanted sweet you wouldn't be fucking me

He knew her, he knew Daisy so well.

This message closed that distance between them. That line that connected them was pulling closer.

But she couldn't reply.

No.

She was still heartbroken, and he had still hurt her but there was a slight crack open in the door between them.

He would have to work hard, so fucking hard to get her heart back.

So for now, Daisy did something she knew would only infuriate him even more.

She simply tapped on the little red heart beside it, like a silent whisper across time zones. His party likely in the early stages, hers coming to the end. The clock struck midnight in London a short while ago, and she had placed a kiss on the lips of her friend Tilly. A quick peck of friendship. Daisy hoped Joe wouldn’t kiss anyone, but maybe he would and that would signify the end of them completely. No physical activity with others. No kissing. Did the agreement even still apply? She didn’t know anything anymore.

She chuckled to herself at the mess she was in and locked her phone, then she walked out of the bathroom stall with a little extra sway in her hips. It was like having a secret all over again, like being someones secret all over again.

That forbidden naughtiness and excitement tingled wildly underneath her skin.

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Joe was lounging out in the backyard taking another rip of a bong in a worn down striped deck chair as string lights and a bonfire roared with light. It was almost midnight, only a few minutes away.

Inside--the party was intense and wild, yelling and laughing, the sharp fizz and boom of champagne bottles being popped open.

He laughed with his other friends, nothing was funny, they had just smoked so much weed they were on another planet. He would regret that in the morning, he would spend the next few days paranoid about drug tests and losing the national championship, the NFL and pretty much everything in his life.

But that was a problem to handle upon tomorrow's sunrise.

Right now, he could just be a typical douche bag college student.

His phone was up right laying on his stomach as he waited and waited for her message to come through, each minute it didn't he felt himself sinking and sinking into the muddy beer soaked grass beneath him.

The message was filthy and vulgar and so them. A representation of what their relationship had been formed on, forbidden sex. That message was forbidden which was exactly why she would reply, because girls like Daisy like feeling alive and dangerous. She'd done the America's sweetheart date the high school star thing and she fucking hated it. Joe thought he had it all figured out, he thought he knew how the exact rest of the night was going to play out.

She would message him back with something equally as hot and vulgar because she too would have been drunk. Then, in the morning he would call and the air would be somewhat cleared. She would come back to campus and that tension between them would be there, so strong that they simply can't resist. Joe gave it a week until she was back in his bed. Even if she hated him, she would come for the sex.

But Joe was delusional.

A like.

That was it.

A taunting red heart.

Joe blinked trying to make it something more, then he waited to see if she would message. She didn't. His jaw tightened and he rolled out his neck.

That little red heart was like a breadcrumb on a trail that didn't lead anywhere. It stung worse than silence.

He let out a long and breathy sigh, running the palms of his hands over his face in a way you only do when you're so beyond frustrated you can't even think to do anything else.

'Ten, nine, eight'

'Bro, pass the bong' Joe pointed to the bong in his friends hand and grabbed it, readying himself to take another hit. People around him in the back yard scrambled to get inside to watch the ball drop on the television screen in the front room of the dingy fraternity.

'seven, six, five'

He took in the yellow smoke with a deep inhale.

'four, three, two'

He breathed it out, feeling that blissful relaxation. His limbs all tingling from the effects of too much weed. Then, he sank back into the beat up lounger and pulled some sunglasses over his eyes.

It was just him out there.

'one--HAPPY NEW YEAR!'

Except it wasn't because he thought of her. Of Daisy.

The way she used to chew at her bottom lip. The way she used to murmur his name when she was sleepy. That look -- the one she gave him right before they kissed, or the one she gave him right before they had sex when they shouldn't have been.

He imagined her now -- all the way in London covered in sequins and glitter, smelling like sweet jasmine. She would be dancing away in the club, her feet likely aching from the heels. He imagined her smile, her laugh, the way Carson would be twirling her around the packed dance floor.

Happy New Year, Daisy, he thought.

Suddenly, he felt people scurrying around him and then he heard the bangs and pops, the cheers of the crowd as fireworks went off over his head.

A technicolour of light flashing in the darkness of his closed eyes.He opened them briefly and looked up. In that moment, as 2020 took it's first steps, the world turned over into something new. Something ever changing.

And he knew with absolute clarity--

Daisy was the only thing that felt permanent.

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Carson packed his things into a full suitcase while Daisy lazily lay on her messy bed. He was leaving back to New York, it was January 3rd and he had to get back to college. Daisy was staying in London, because she still couldn't bring her self to return to the scene of the crime. She felt like she was doing better here. She missed Bella, Cassie, Ja'marr and even Justin. Even though that was a whole separate situation she was unsure how to handle, but Justin had been a rock for her during this time. Always checking in, making sure she was okay, he never once asked when she was returning--instead he just told her to take all the time she needed, and that if she never came back he would understand.

'When are you going back to Louisiana?' Carson asked, pulling her out of her daze of thoughts. She bit at her thumb nail in a thinking anxiety.

She shrugged her shoulders at him.

'Dukes' Carson said softly, with a cocked head of sympathy.

'I'm not ready to see him' Daisy quietly said.

'You'll never be ready'

'I just--I just don't know what to do' She stuttered out. 'I just, I can't stay away from him, I know that, but I don't want to let him in again'

'Then don't' Carson moved to come and sit beside her on the bed. 'Dukes, don't let a man make forget who the fuck you are. You're Daisy Moore. You're smoking hot, strong and a great person. I've lost count of how many guys want you. So know that and own it. Be cold. Be guarded. Act numb until the numbness becomes the reality. Let him close, but don't let him touch you, make him yearn for what he could have had and pretend you aren't breaking inside. It's the best way.'

Carson was right.

Daisy was not about to let Joe Burrow think he had crushed her. She was going to return to LSU and pretend that she wasn't ruined, pretend that she was over it, that she didn't care.

She would act like she was never in love with him.

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imsosorrys-posts · 3 months ago

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Play Pretend - Chapter One

Pairing: Carmen Berzatto x Reader

Summary: When your best friend starts dating your longtime crush, you enlist the help of a gorgeous Chicago chef.

Warnings: fluff, swearing, angst, fake dating

Words: 1.4k

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Thought I'd intro this with a short chapter, also thank you for the lovely messages! Lmk what you think of this and if you would like to be tagged! 🧚‍♀️

Chapter One

You checked your phone for what felt like the hundredth time that day, James still hadn’t replied to your message, though he’d been online since you’d sent it earlier that day. In the past week or so, his replies had gotten shorter and now he’d stopped replying altogether. You weren’t dating but everyone knew it was only a matter of time and they knew he was yours. The distance between New York and Chicago was tough but you didn’t want it to affect things.

The lack of a reply only made your mood worsen, so much so it caused you to snap at one of your sweetest students. Guilt curled in your stomach at the way her little face fell. It was at lunchtime when you finally found out what was going on.

You picked up Emma’s phone call on the second ring and grinned as you spoke to her, “hey!”

“Hey girl! How’s Chicago?”

“Chicago is good; miss you guys though.”

“Aw, miss you too! But, I got some good news, James and I are coming out to see you in a couple of weeks. The 14th we’re coming out!” she practically squealed, she sounded so excited.

“What about the others? How come it’s just you and James? Not that I’m complaining, I’m just wondering.”

“Oh, I thought he told you that we’re dating.”

Your heart dropped as your blood went cold. Stupid tears stung at your eyes, this is what you had been worried about. Emma was gorgeous and ever since she’d split up with her boyfriend a couple of months ago you were worried that she’d start dating James, and now she was.

“Y/N?” she prompted and you realised that you’d been quiet for too long.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m here,” you fought to keep your voice steady, “how did that happen?” you tried to ask as casually as you could.

She sighed wistfully, “we were at the usual bar and he offered to walk me home, the rest is history I guess. We’ll go out for food when we come over.”

“Yeah, course. I’ll bring my boyfriend,” you regretted the words as soon as you’d said them, feeling dread wash over you as Emma squealed again.

“Boyfriend?!”

“Yeah um, he’s a chef,” Richie owed you a favour and he was cute enough to use for one date.

“Ooh how exciting! Well, I’d better go, love you.”

“Love you too,” you said between gritted teeth.

When she ended the phone call, you had a little cry, you knew the world wasn’t ending but that’s what it felt like for now. When the kids came back from lunch, Bella – the girl you had snapped at – hesitantly approached your desk with a bunch of handpicked flowers.

“For you, Miss Y/L/N.”

You smiled at her and took the flowers, “aw, thank you sweetie,” she still looked uncertain so you sighed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shout at you. I’m not mad.”

The kids seemed to sense that something was different because they were angels for the rest of the day. To be fair, they were always good but today, the kids that usually kicked up a fuss were silent.

Richie’s cute cousin, Carmen came to pick Eva up at the end of the day. You didn’t know much about him other than the fact that he’d just moved back to Chicago in the last month or so.

His dimpled smile faltered as he glanced at you, “Shit, are you…” he trailed off, his blue eyes widening as he glanced over at Eva who was getting her coat, completely oblivious to the conversation, “are you okay? Looks like you’ve been cryin’.”

You flushed slightly, rubbing at the smudged mascara beneath your eyes, “yeah its um, it’s been a day.”

He laughed, running a hand through his curls, “yeah, I feel that,” he looked over at Eva who was lingering around the door, getting fidgety, “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, Carmy,” you smiled, “bye, Eva,” you smiled at the little girl who waved at you before both of them left.

Since it was a Friday, you met Richie at the bar you frequented and he’d brought a couple of people that he worked with. Sydney had a cocktail waiting for you and Marcus had brought you a slice of red velvet cake. You all but drained your first drink as you explained your predicament to Richie.

“Shit, that’s rough. Sorry angel.”

“Will you pretend to be my boyfriend please?”

Richie laughed as he leaned back in his seat, stopping short when he caught sight of your dead-pan face, “you’re not kidding?”

“No.”

He shook his head, “no, absolutely not. You’re gorgeous and everything, Y/N but I’m far too old for you.”

“Please, Richie! It’s literally just one meal, they won’t come back for months and then I can tell them we just broke up. You know I have too much pride to go back on it now. Please, you won’t even have to kiss me.”

Richie huffed out a sigh as he looked at your pleading face, he gave you a dirty look as you used your puppy dog eyes, “I’ll think about it, come by the restaurant tomorrow and we’ll talk about it further.”

You nodded with a sigh, deciding not to push it any further than you already had. The next morning, you arrived at The Beef with breakfast and coffee for Richie, hoping it would soften him up. He groaned as you walked in. He looked hungover and by the look on his face, he was hoping that you’d forgotten about your mad plan.

You held up one hand in surrender as you leaned your hip against the counter and passed him the food and coffee, “bacon and egg breakfast sandwich and a black coffee.”

“Black coffee? It’s all about iced vanilla latte’s,” he fell silent and muttered a thanks when you gave him a filthy look.

When he was finished, you decided to approach the subject again, “so… will you pretend to be my boyfriend?”

Richie made a big show of thinking about it before he shook his head, “sorry princess. No can do.”

“Richie!” you scolded him, “you literally made me bring you breakfast and now you won’t even help me out?!”

“Hey! I never asked you to bring me breakfast,” he shouted back just as loudly so you didn’t hear the footsteps approach.

“What the fuck is going on? Oh, hey, Y/N/.”

You whirled around and found yourself face to face with Carmy, “hi, Carmy. Didn’t realise you worked here.”

“His brother left the place to him,” Richie piped up and Carmy gave him an evil look as he looked back at you.

“Is everything okay?”

“She needs a fake boyfriend.”

“Richie!”

“What?”

You and Carmy both let out your exclamations at the same time and you glared at Richie, folding your arms, “so you won’t help me at all then?” Richie shook his head with a shrug of his shoulder.

With a huff you stomped to the door, slamming it behind you as you walked out into the freezing cold. You heard the door shut again and you turned round to give Richie a piece of your mind, stopping short when you saw it was Carmy. He had a sheepish look on his face as he leaned against the brick wall and you quickly followed suit.

It was quiet for a moment, the only sound was Carmy flicking his lighter to light his cigarette, “why do you need a fake boyfriend?” he mumbled as he ran a hand through his hair.

You sighed, picking at the chipped varnish on your nails, “my friend is coming over with the new guy she’s dating. I panicked and told her I was dating someone too. It’s literally for one date, I don’t know why Richie refuses to help me.”

Carmy was silent for a moment before he spoke up, “I’ll do it.”

“What?” you spluttered, “we hardly know each other.”

He shrugged, “if you went to Richie, you must be desperate.”

You laughed, “yeah I am,” you eyed him for a couple of moments, he was cute and like you said, it was just for one date and he didn’t even have to kiss you, “fine, if you don’t mind. I’ll take you up on the offer.”

“Sure,” he smiled just a bit too brightly, “let me know when you’re free and we’ll grab coffee to go over our story.”

You nodded, thankful for the help but you couldn’t help but feel like you made a bad decision.

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massivedrickhead · 5 months ago

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merry christmas, merry christmas (but i think i’ll miss this one this year)

Words: 1907

Summary: Chloe isn’t going home for Christmas, and her aim is to make it to the 25th without the Bellas finding out.

Notes: Merry Pitchmas @psychoteacher90, I’m your secret santa! So, confession time - I misread the initial message and thought you’d said you like a little angst sprinkled in with your fluff, but after I re-read it last night I realised it said you could tolerate it… I hope you like this anyway, and next year I’m definitely going to read the message more than once 🙈

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@merry-pitchmas

“Hey, when are you going home for Christmas?”

The question caught Chloe off guard. Not because she wasn’t expecting it, she just wasn’t expecting it so early into December.

She thought she’d have more time to come up with an answer. A lie that wouldn’t result in further questions.

But she didn’t get that time. Beca asked her on the first weekend of December while eating toast with one hand and scrolling through her phone with the other.

“Oh, I dunno yet,” Chloe replied, trying to sound casual. “Why?”

Beca shrugged. “Just wondering.”

Chloe thought about maybe telling her the truth. The Bellas’ house was quiet for once, with the rest of the girls either still in bed, or out, or home for the weekend.

Now would be as good a time as any.

She opened her mouth to speak but shut it just as quickly.

No, not now.

Besides, she didn’t usually go home until a few days before Christmas Eve. Anything could happen between now and then.

Beca asked again a few weeks later, a scowl on her face as she squinted at her phone.

“Do you know when you’re leaving for Christmas yet?” She asked. “I’m trying to organise the Bella’s Christmas party, and no one is free on the same night. Since when were a capella nerds so popular?”

Chloe couldn’t help but smile and roll her eyes as she pulled Beca’s phone out of her hand.

“You’ll give yourself a headache,” she said, looking down at their shared calendar. Chloe had completely forgotten all about their Christmas party, which was especially surprising since she was the one who had organised it for the past few years.

It was true, there was no night that was free. Each square ticking down to December 25th contained a coloured dot representing at least one of the Bellas and their plan for that day.

Chloe noticed her own baby blue dot was the only one absent. There were no Christmas market trips, or festive nights out with classmates, or neighbourhood carolling.

She hadn’t been feeling particularly Christmassy this year.

“I guess we just skip it this year,” Chloe said, handing Beca back her phone.

Beca raised her eyebrows. “Skip it?”

Chloe shrugged. “I don’t see any other option, everyone is busy.”

Beca shook her head and looked back at her phone. “You love the Christmas party. I’ll figure it out. Even if we have it at 2 pm on a Tuesday.”

“I wouldn’t stress about it,” Chloe said, standing up from the sofa and grabbing their dishes from the coffee table. “It isn’t important.”

“You didn’t answer my question by the way,” Beca asked, looking up from her phone as Chloe stood. “When are you going to your parents?”

I’m not.

“I don’t know yet.”

Their Christmas party never happened, but Chloe didn’t notice. Or, at least, she pretended not to.

She had been trying to spend the majority of her December trying to pretend that the holiday didn’t exist.

When the Bellas had decorated the tree, Chloe had been hiding in the library.

When they made gingerbread houses, she went to the gym.

When they got drunk on Amy’s mulled wine, she’d been studying in her room, ignoring Beca’s repeated attempts to get her to join them.

For the amount of time Chloe had spent trying to avoid Christmas, Beca had spent double trying to get her involved.

Chloe couldn’t blame her, she knew she wasn’t herself, but she still couldn’t bring herself to tell Beca the truth.

It would start a much bigger conversation that Chloe wasn’t ready for. One she’d never intended on having in the first place.

She kept it buried and tried to avoid Beca as much as she could for the next couple of days.

“Are you sure you don’t need a ride to the airport?” Beca asked on the 23rd.

“I’m sure,” Chloe said. “You were supposed to leave for your Dad’s like 20 minutes ago, you’ll be late.”

Beca looked at her watch but still dithered. “You’ll text me when you land?”

“Yes,” Chloe said. “Get out of here already.”

“Jeez, Merry Christmas to you too,” Beca said, giving Chloe a hug.

“Merry Christmas,” Chloe replied, trying not to hold on too tightly.

She needed Beca to leave, because if she didn’t she might cry.

“See you next year, I guess,” Beca said, ending their hug and grabbing her keys from the counter.

“Drive safe,” Chloe said.

Beca raised a hand in farewell before closing their door behind her.

Chloe’s tears fell quickly after.

She picked up her suitcase and carried it back to her room before dumping out the contents on her floor.

Her plan had worked.

She would make it through Christmas without anyone finding out she’d spent it alone. Without anyone finding out why she’d spent it alone.

Later that night there was a knock at the door which Chloe assumed was the pizza she’d ordered.

She had assumed wrong.

Beca was standing on their doorstep, hands shoved into her pockets because she’d forgotten her gloves.

Chloe could only stare back, mouth slightly agape. She swallowed. She could still get out of this.

“Forget your keys or something?”

“You aren’t going to Florida.” It wasn’t a question, and Chloe couldn’t argue. She was standing there in her pyjamas after all. Her hair up in a towel, face scrubbed of makeup. It was hours after her supposed flight was supposed to have taken off.

“What are you doing here?” Chloe asked, her shoulders dropping.

“I could ask you the same question.”

Chloe sighed and stood aside so Beca could come in. “Fine,” she said. “I’m not going to Florida. Your turn to answer.”

Beca tilted her head as if confused. “I came here for you,” she said. “You aren’t spending Christmas on your own.” Again, it wasn’t a question.

“Beca-”

“Look, you’ve been distant and sad since Thanksgiving, and I’m guessing it has something to do with you not going home for Christmas,” Beca said. “And you don’t have to tell me about it if you don’t want to - and I’m assuming you don’t otherwise you’d have said something before now - but just because you aren’t going home, doesn’t mean you have to spend Christmas alone.”

Chloe opened her mouth to speak, but she was cut off by another knock on the door, and this time it was the pizza guy.

“I’m fine,” Chloe said, returning from the door with her pizza. “I have pizza, and trashy movies, and wine. I’ve spent plenty of days by myself before, and this one won’t be any different. It’s just a day, it doesn’t mean anything.”

“I don’t think you believe that,” Beca said. “But, whatever, if you don’t want to spend it with me that’s fine.” Beca pulled out her phone. “But you also have an invite from Jessica to spend it with her family, as well as Ashley, Flo, Legacy, Cynthia Rose, Amy, and Stacie also told me to tell you you could crash her and Aubrey’s Christmas plans. Also Lily offered too, but she also mentioned something about needing a sacrificial lamb, so maybe don’t go to her place.”

Chloe laughed and shook her head, tears burning her eyes.

“Even if you can’t go back to Florida, you can still spend Christmas with your family. Maybe not the one you were born into, but a one that loves you.”

“I don’t want to impose-”

“Chloe I had barely finished typing out my message to them, and all the Bellas were falling over themselves to invite you to their homes. You’re not an imposition.”

“And you?”

“I said I had first dibs,” Beca said. “Plus, this way I’ll get to give you your present. I pulled your name in Secret Santa this year.”

“I didn’t do Secret Santa,” Chloe responded, confused.

“Fine, I pulled Legacy but I have a gift for you anyway.” Beca took hold of Chloe’s hands. “Come on,” she said. “Sheila bought a turkey that’s way too big, my dad needs someone to talk about books with, and I… I want to spend Christmas with you.”

Chloe pulled her teeth across her bottom lip before she eventually nodded her head.

They ate the pizza while Chloe changed and packed, and then they piled into the car for the short drive to Beca’s dad’s house.

“How did you know that I wasn’t going home?”

“Your flight didn’t exist,” Beca replied. “And I just had a feeling that there was something you weren’t telling me. You haven’t been yourself.”

“I know,” Chloe said. “I’m sorry I’ve been so… Well, you know. I just didn’t want to get into it.”

“You still don’t have to if you don’t want to. But I’m here to listen if you do.”

Chloe didn’t respond right away. She rested her head against the passenger window and watched the flurry of snow begin to fall.

“I had a fight with my parents at Thanksgiving,” Chloe said.

Beca turned down the music, but didn’t interrupt.

“Things have been tense with them for a while,” Chloe said. “It all sort of boiled over. They overheard me on the phone to Aubrey… Heard me talk about stuff they didn’t know about me and… Yeah. A lot of yelling later and I was, I mean disowned sounds so serious but I guess… I guess that’s what it was.”

Chloe tried to swallow the lump in her throat but it wouldn’t budge.

She recognised where they were, and knew they’d be entering Beca’s neighbourhood soon. She wanted to pull herself together before then.

“Jesus,” Beca said, her voice just above a whisper. “I mean unless you were confessing to multiple murders on the phone to Aubrey, I don’t-”

“I was telling her about someone I like. About… About a girl I like.”

“Oh,” Beca said, glancing across the car. “They didn’t know?”

“No,” Chloe said.

“I’m really sorry, Chloe. You… You don’t deserve that. And they don’t deserve you.”

Chloe sniffed. “I know.” They pulled into Beca’s drive but neither made a move to get out of the car. Chloe could see the glow of Christmas lights through the window, and she felt a pang of homesickness mixed with a rush of gratitude for Beca. “Thank you for coming back for me.”

“I always will,” Beca said. “I hope you know how loved you are, Chloe.”

They sat in silence for a little while longer before Beca spoke again. “So, there’s a girl you like, huh? Anyone I know?”

Chloe laughed. “You know, considering you were able to figure out I lied about going to Florida, you can be a little oblivious sometimes.”

“It’s that obvious? It can’t be Stacie or Aubrey, or Jessica or Ashley. Is it Emily? Or Cynth-”

Beca’s voice died in her throat as Chloe pressed their lips together.

“Oh.”

“I get it if you don-”

It was Chloe’s turn to be cut off as Beca pulled her back into a kiss.

They didn’t break apart until they heard the front door of the house being pulled open.

Light from the hall spilled out into the driveway.

Beca’s Dad sighed. “Sheila, I owe you 20 bucks!” He shouted before shutting the door again.

Chloe giggled, and Beca felt it in her chest.

“I guess we should go inside,” Chloe said.

“I guess we should. Merry Christmas, Chloe.”

“Merry Christmas, Beca.”

They kissed again.

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asterthemegadisaster · 4 months ago

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Keep Your Thoughts to Yourself-- Alice x Bella One-Shot

Content Warnings: alice x bella smut, 18+ only, oral sex (f!receiving), wlw, use of a strap-on (in v), technically Bella and Alice are cheating on their respective partners WC: 2k words Twilight Saga AU where things go down a little differently when James comes after Bella. Inspired by: "Can you keep your thoughts to yourself?" (Twilight). All bolded text denotes quotes directly from the movie.

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“‘I’ve had to fight our kind before,’” Jasper growled, tossing supplies into the trunk of his car.

“‘They’re not easy to kill—” Emmett was cut off by Jasper.

“‘But not impossible. We’ll tear them apart and burn the pieces,’” he said with a sense of determination.

Carlisle leaned against the counter and spoke thoughtfully, “‘I don’t relish the thought of killing another creature, even a sadistic one like James.’”

“'What if he kills one of us first?'” Rosalie chimed in, the annoyance in her voice clear.

Edward stepped in, saying, “'I’m gonna run Bella south. Can you lead the tracker away from here?”

Carlisle retorted, “'No, Edward. James knows you would never leave Bella.'”

He trailed off as Alice added, “‘He’ll follow you. I’ll go with Bella,’” she reached for Edward’s arm and looked him in the eye, “‘I’ll keep her safe, Edward.’”

As Bella and Edward said their goodbyes, Alice and Jasper threw belongings in the car. Carlisle, Rosalie, Esme, and Emmett planned on how to dupe James into following the false trail, while Alice and Jasper ultimately led Bella south to Phoenix. Bella got into the back of Jasper’s car, and Carlisle, Rosalie, Emmett, and Esme piled into the Jeep; both vehicles turned over their engines and took off, headed in opposite directions.

If all went according to plan, Alice, Bella, and Jasper would be in Phoenix long before James realized it was a wild goose chase. As Jasper sped along through traffic, Bella was distracted by thoughts of Charlie and her mother; she pulled out her phone and dialed Rene’s number, but it went to voicemail. Bella spoke softly to the recording saying, “‘Hey, Mom. It’s me again. You must have let your phone die…or something. I’m not in Forks, but everything’s okay, and I’ll explain it later.” Satisfied with her message, she hung up the phone.

As Alice, Bella, and Jasper settled into the hotel room, Bella found herself suddenly overwhelmed by the entire situation, and she couldn’t fight it as tears filled her eyes. In an instant, Alice was at her side, saying “It’s going to be alright, Bella. This plan will work.”

Bella sighed and leaned her head on top of Alice’s, her empty gaze fixed beyond the hotel parking lot, to the setting sun on the horizon. “Jasper needs to go down to the front desk for a while,” Alice said softly, “would you like to lay down? I can stay with you until you fall asleep, if you’d like,” she bore a soft smile as she said this.

“That would be really nice, Alice, thank you,” Bella replied, standing up straight. She kicked off her shoes and placed them neatly next to the couch, putting her socks neatly inside of them next; Bella walked to the closest bedroom she set her eyes on, pulled off her jeans, and placed them neatly on the chair in the corner of the room. Her steps light, she padded over to the bed and pulled back the covers, wrestling them from their perfect folds; arranging the pillows just how she wanted them, Bella crawled into the plush hotel bed, and as she settled into a comfortable position, Alice joined her in bed.

Nobody spoke, Bella just lay there, enjoying the familiar presence of Alice’s cool body beside her. Alice, thinking Bella was asleep, moved to get up. “Please, don’t go,” Bella cried softly. Alice moved back to where she was and opened her arms to allow Bella to get closer. Bella gazed up at Alice’s golden eyes, “Thank you for staying here with me,” she said, moving slightly closer to Alice.

Alice got closer still to Bella, the smell of her sweet breath seeming to pull Bella in—almost as if she were entranced—and she spoke barely above a whisper, “I will always stay with you.”

Before she could register what she was doing, Bella crashed her lips to Alice’s, desperate for some kind of connection. Alice easily reciprocated the kiss, her free arm wrapping around Bella’s torso, pulling her body close. Alice broke the kiss, but only to ask, “Can I touch you?”

Bella met her eyes, “Yes,” she answered, her voice soft. Alice wasted no time in reuniting their lips, one hand reaching for Bella’s soft breast, squeezing gently, the other holding Bella’s head. As Alice gently played with Bella’s nipple, her noises grew from soft groans to full-blown moaning; Alice took full advantage, her tongue inviting Bella’s to a sensual dance. She obliged, of course, and the two women yearned to meld their bodies together, to become one—inseparable.

Alice’s hands fumbled with the hem of Bella’s t-shirt, “Shall we take this off?” she asked sweetly, her eyes seeming to darken with desire. Bella nodded enthusiastically, sitting up and holding her arms up as Alice pulled the garment out of her head; Bella unclasped her bra as Alice darted out of bed to remove her own clothing, until both of them were clad only in their underwear.

The pair clambered back into the bed, eager to touch once more. Their lips united as both ladies let their hands roam across the other’s bodies. “Lay back,” Alice purred. Bella laid back on the bed, bolstered by the pillows. “Hand me one of the pillows next to you,” she requested. Bella grabbed a pillow to her left and passed it to Alice, “Now lift your hips.” Bella, confused, obeyed; she lifted her hips as Alice slid the pillow beneath her.

Alice crawled up Bellas body, her cold skin sending chills all over Bella’s body and only increasing the burning in her belly. She lightly kissed Bella’s neck, trailing down to her breasts; she took Bella’s hardened nub into her mouth and sucked lightly. She didn’t linger long, moving back down Bella’s body, all the way until her face was near Bella’s soaking arousal. Her small hands reached up to the waistband of Bella’s underwear, gently pulling them down; Bella moved her legs to help Alice remove the garment as best she could until it was at her ankles, then she tossed it off the bed and onto the floor.

Alice slowly spread Bella’s thighs and placed gentle kisses on her inner thigh, stopping a few times to suck lightly. The teasing was driving Bella mad, exactly as Alice intended. “Please, Alice,” Bella whimpered softly.

She saw white as Alice buried her face between Bella’s legs, her cool tongue providing exciting sensations as Alice ate her like she was the only source of relief left in the world. Bella moaned loudly, writhing underneath Alice, but her capable arms kept Bella under control.

One hand reached up to play with Bella’s soft breast, and the other joined Alice’s mouth as she slowly slid two fingers into Bella’s dripping heat. She gasped softly at the sensation as Alice gently thrusted her fingers in and out, expertly hitting the areas that had Bella contorting and making noises crafted by angels, music to Alice’s ears. “Oh, Alice,” Bella gasped, her hips bucking wildly now, “please, don’t stop,” she begged.

In response, Alice moved her tongue faster and her fingers deeper, curling them upwards slightly. Bella rode wave after wave of pleasure as her climax washed over her, and Alice drank in every bit of her arousal. Her body still twitching lightly, Bella beckoned Alice to come up to her. They kissed passionately, Bella tasting herself on Alice’s sweet lips; this time, Bella probed Alice’s mouth with her tongue, eager to please her next. Breathlessly, she broke the kiss, saying, “Your turn.”

Bella lay down on her back, removing the pillow that was underneath her. Alice, initially confused, quickly caught on, removed her underwear and threw her leg over Bella’s neck, sitting back on her chest lightly. Bella placed her hands on Alice’s thighs and pulled her closer, dotting kisses along her thighs, teasing her in the same way she had been teased. Her hands gently held Alice’s legs as she pulled her closer, she reached her goal, the sweet fruit between Alice’s smooth and creamy legs.

A little unsure, Bella explored Alice’s bud with caution at first, encouraged by her noises of pleasure, she became bolder, as did Alice; she rode Bella’s face as Bella tried her hardest to please her. Alice’s moans grew louder, Bella had to grip her thighs tightly to keep her in place.

Her tongue moved all over, darting inside of Alice to taste her fully, then back to her most sensitive area as Alice writhed on top of her. As Alice cried out with her orgasm, a new sensation hit Bella’s tongue, driving her on; Alice’s pleasure kept peaking as Bella explored all of her until she finally had to beg Bella to stop.

Bella relented, allowing Alice to slide next to her; instead of settling into bed, Alice darted over to her bag on the luggage rack in the room, “The benefit of seeing the future,” Alice said, holding up a smooth velvet bag, “is that you always expect the unexpected.” She carried the opaque bag and gently placed it on the nightstand, deftly untying it. She reached her hand into the bag and pulled out something unfamiliar to Bella.

“What is that?” Bella asked shyly.

Alice, holding up the object, replied casually, “It’s called a strap-on,” she passed it to Bella, who examined it as Alice continued, “it’s another way for us to be intimate, but only if you’re comfortable of course.”

Bella held the object in her hand, debating if she wanted this. She handed it back to Alice, making up her mind. “Yes,” she answered confidently.

Alice donned the harness, tightening the straps to fit her slim figure. Bella lay on her back in bed as Alice crawled on top of her, bringing her lips to Bella’s. Her fingers reached down between them and gently rubbed Bella’s clit, her tongue dipping into Bella’s mouth as she moaned softly. Bella reciprocated, swirling her fingers around Alice’s bud; Alice slowly slipped the cock inside of Bella. She gasped loudly and clung onto Alice, who had ceased all movement. “Are you alright, Bella?” She asked, concern written on her face.

Bella loosened her grip on Alice and slowly relaxed; after a few moments, she nodded her head and told Alice to continue, but Alice gently pulled back her hips, withdrawing from Bella. She walked back over to her back and dug around for a moment before producing a bottle of lube. She thoroughly coated the dildo, then set the bottle on the nightstand.

“This should make it easier,” she said as she climbed back onto the bed, resuming her position on top of Bella. This time, when she entered her, Bella tossed her head back and moaned loudly. Alice took this as encouragement and gently moved her hips back and forth, steadily increasing her pace. Bella’s gasps and moans heightened her arousal as she thrusted harder, one hand reached down between them and rubbed Bella’s clit gently.

Bella’s inner walls tightened on the strap with the addition of the new sensation, threatening to throw her over the edge. She pulled Alice close to her and locked her in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing, igniting cool flames throughout Bella’s mouth. Her hand replaced Alice’s as she rubbed her own bud, on the verge of climax. “Alice,” Bella whimpered softly.

Alice moved faster as Bella’s moans dissolved into whimpers; she wrenched her eyes shut, throwing her head back into the pillows as she orgasmed, her only sounds now coming out as gasps. Bella’s body slowly stilled beneath Alice as she stroked her hair and placed gentle kisses across her face. She slowly withdrew from Bella and clambered off the bed, swiftly removing the strap, and darting to the bathroom and returning empty-handed. She got into bed next to Bella, laying her head on her warm shoulder. The two lay there holding hands, and Alice softly covered Bella with the blankets as she drifted off to sleep.

“‘Can you keep your thoughts to yourself?’” Edward hissed.

Alice blinked out of her daydream, only noticeable to Edward and herself, “'Yes,'” she replied, nodding firmly, without skipping a beat. Still, Alice couldn’t help the way her vision made her feel. As she hopped in the passenger seat of Jasper’s car, she put on a smile, placed her hand in his, and they were off.

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emthephantom · 4 months ago

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Monday-T.N (Part 2 of No One Noticed)

Theo Nott x F!Reader Theo give you the first reason. Warnings: None Words: 592 A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR GHOSTIES! Thank you guys for the love on part one!! I now have a taglist for this series, if you'd like to be added, comment or message me and as always, enjoy :) Series Masterlist

Sounds of students laughing and forks scraping was a common sign that breakfast had arrived, along with the scuffling of tired feet and huffs as students took their places at the table. Owls swooped in, bringing gifts and howlers from angry parents. The fluttering of their wings echoes in the hall, a sound you grew to adore.

‘Y/N’s going to sit with us today.’ Theo says, taking a bite of his toast. The latest issue of the Daily Prophet hits the table as Mattheo raises his eyebrow in suspicion, Enzo following in suit.

‘You talked to her? Is she okay?’ Enzo asks, food spilling from his mouth.

Theo’s face conjures a look of disgust before replying,’ Something happened last night and now I have seven days to convince her to stay, so yes I talked to her.’

‘I don’t buy it,’ Mattheo tuts, ‘yesterday you were scared to talk to her and today you’re all buddy buddy?’

Theo’s eyes drift towards you as you enter the Great Hall. You were tired and you appeared lifeless, lost in your own thoughts. ‘Y/N over here!’ You turn at the sound of your name, recognising Theo as the culprit. Slowly, you make you way over to him and his friends.

‘Shit you did talk to her, act natural!’ Mattheo panics as he grabs his discarded newspaper while Enzo puts his fingers on his chin, feigning thought. Theo shuffles up on the bench, giving you room to squeeze in. You mumble a small hello and take a seat, a small plate of food awaiting you.

‘I wasn’t sure what you liked so I got a bit of everything.’ Theo admits. The gesture makes your heart soften and you give a thankful look towards him, ‘Thank you.’ He offers a small smile in return before going back to his food.

‘You know that’s upside down, right?’ you ask Mattheo.

‘Uh, yeah, I was training my eyes, yeah.’

‘Right and what’s with lover boy here?’ you reply, gesturing to Enzo.

‘He’s in love with me!’ Mattheo blurts out, ‘No wait!’ he continues finding excuses, attempting to explain while you sit there, finding amusement in the scene.

‘Are they high?’ you ask Theo.

‘No, just in love.’ Enzo sighs dramatically, leaning his head on Mattheo’s shoulder.

‘Touch me one more time and this fork is going straight up your-’

‘Okay come on now.’ Theo attempts to diffuse the situation, not realising the soft giggles that erupt from you. The Slytherins cease their childish bickering, enthralled by your laughter. Theo’s heart beats faster after noticing the grin that takes over your features.

‘You guys are cool, thank you for letting me eat breakfast with you.’ You move to stand up but Theo’s arm brings you down again, ‘You’re stuck with us now Y/N.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yeah, we’ve wanted to invite you ages ago, but this one was nervous.’ Mattheo cuts in, flashing his signature Riddle smile.

‘Thank you, I’ve never really had anyone accept me like you guys.’

‘Anytime’

Breakfast ends and Theo insists on walking you to class. Your shoulders bump together, and your hands brush multiple times, sending shivers down your spine at the close contact. ‘I never thanked you for yesterday.’ you whisper.

‘You didn’t have to bella, I was just keeping you safe.’ As you reach your class Theo leans close to your ear, ‘First reason, you now have friends that care about you.’ Winking, he walks to his class, leaving you to wonder about this agreement- and how it might not be so bad...

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hi-itsanniemarie · 6 days ago

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Pairing: Bella Ramsey x reader (referred to as “you”)

Word Count: 4000ish

Warnings: mild language, adult themes & fluffy thoughts :)

((Takes place during TLoU season 2 filming))

Author Note: Hi! I totally finished writing Chapter Two 2 years ago before other characters were cast which is why other actors aren’t mentioned! Sorry for the hiatus & if you need a refresh, go ahead and read Chapter One. Enjoy!

After running through your schedule for the rest of the day, you realized you had a good sized break until production shut down for the weekend. Personal breaks normally meant you hid yourself away from the world for a bit while filming continued but something inside of you seemed different now. Bella seemed to have turned a switch on, one that you were convinced had been permanently stuck in the off position. Before that moment, you had never really watched them when they were in front of the camera, you had always been too focused on your job. When Bella was in their element there was such a confident beauty that radiated from them. It was honestly impossible to ignore and you really weren’t sure how you managed to do so before. Bella truly sucked everyone in and you were starting to feel like they had finally done the same to you.

The following evening you had just finished up your dinner of leftover takeout when your phone started to buzz. You figured it was the production office with an update for the next day so you ignored the call without being bothered to check. Thinking that they would leave a message if it was super important, you jumped in the shower in order to treat yourself to a few more precious moments of sleep the next morning. Twenty minutes and one amazing hot shower later you plopped down on the couch ready to binge a show Pedro was begging you to watch. You grabbed your phone to double check where you could stream it and saw that you had two missed calls and a handful of texts from Bella. It wasn’t unusual for you and Bella to randomly message on your days off, but it was mostly just memes that you knew each other would enjoy so seeing the missed calls did make you a little worried.

The thought of Bella being by themself when they didnt feel good was like thinking of a puppy being left all alone in the rain. You didn’t have anything going for the rest of the night and you knew that they would most likely do the same for you, so it was a pretty easy decision to grab your keys and head over to Bella’s.

You stopped at Bella’s favorite restaurant and picked up some vegan chicken noodle soup and ice cream and knocked on their door ten minutes later. You heard the sound of soft footsteps scooting across the floor and when the door clicked open you saw Bella standing there cocooned in a cat blanket. They pulled you inside and immediately wrapped their arms around you.

“I’m so happy you’re here, I’ve been going insane just tossing and turning on the couch.” Bella tiredly exclaimed.

“Well I'm so honored that you trust me with your well being,” you commented as you pulled away and wrapped Bella back up in the blanket. Their nose was red and their eyes were soft and sleepy, one leg of their sweatpants was bunched up at the knee highlighting their mismatched socks and honestly you had never seen them look more adorable.

“Being sick always makes me so anxious and being all alone on top of it really doesn’t help,” Bella grumbled as they flopped face first back down on the couch.

“Well I am here to be a wonderful distraction and hopefully help you get some sleep,” you replied walking towards the kitchen, “how about we start with some food?” You glanced back to Bella on the couch and saw them stick a thumbs up in the air as you grabbed two bowls out of the cabinet.

An hour later you had managed to get Bella to eat most of their soup and had made them some tea which they were happily enjoying with you on the couch.

“It’s one of my favorites and it's the best to watch when you’re sick! It totally takes you out of the reality of your suffering,” you exclaimed, switching the tv on.

“Well if it's your favorite then how can I say no?” Bella cocked their head and smiled in your direction. A smile immediately broke across your face as you began to pull the movie up.

“I honestly don’t know how you have gone this far in life and never seen it,” you joked, “I mean, it kinda feels illegal at this point.”

“I expect you to tell me all the random facts about it so I get the whole experience,” Bella stated with a grin and gentle tap on your leg.

“Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours, I got you Roo,” you assured them as they handed you over some of their blanket and the two of you

The movie was great, as always, but it was now forever changed in your heart because of Bella. Watching it with them had definitely become a core memory and just the image of Bella laughing and doing that stupid cute giggle into their sleeve was enough to make you feel warm for the rest of your life.

“That was so good!” Bella declared as they stretched out on the couch, laying their legs across your lap, “Thank you for talking some sense into me and making me watch it.”

“Anytime! I absolutely love turning people on to new things ”

“Oh yeah? You think you know any other new things you could turn me on to?” The soft and serious tone of Bella’s voice sunk into your skin and electrified your veins. You knew they had a tendency to be friendly and flirty with everyone, they tended to do it without even realizing they were, and despite the insecure feeling that had found its way to your stomach, you couldn’t give in, you wouldn’t. You had promised yourself that your time in Vancouver was going to be all about the job, nothing more. Bella was technically part of the job though and this thought was trying its best to take over your inhibitions. That perfect little smirk they were giving you was incredibly hard to ignore and you knew Bella was going to be trouble.

You quickly glanced at your phone and saw that it was just after midnight and took it as an opportunity to change the subject. You wanted nothing more than Bella to be cozied up by you but you also didn’t know if you could handle it for much longer. You felt a sense of sadness enter your heart, you hated self sabotage but if your past had taught you anything, you knew boundaries would be the only way for you both to remain unscathed.

“I think it’s almost time for you to get some sleep,” you gently suggested as you got up and took the dishes back to the kitchen, “we all need you getting better.” You added, and felt a little bit bad for ignoring Bella and their tricky whims.

“Sleep is overrated. I have better ideas,” Bella states while getting off the couch and tossed the blanket aside, “I think I’m going to jump in the shower real quick,” they switched on the light in the bathroom and closed the door slightly, “do you think you could grab me a towel and a change of clothes?” You heard Bella shout, their voice slightly muffled by the sound of the running water.

“Fuck.” You muttered under your breath. They were good, they were really good.

After grabbing what comfy clothes you could find you paused outside the bathroom, taking a moment to enjoy Bella’s soft humming before knocking on the door.

“I’m leaving these on the counter for you Bella,”

“Thank you!” They sang out from behind the curtain.

You quietly shut the door behind you and walked back to the couch and began to tidy up for no real reason other than to distract you from what was behind that closed door. A few minutes later Bella emerged in their fresh pajamas and was towel drying their hair.

“You don’t have to do that,” Bella pointed at the little collection of items in your arms, “it’s the one good thing about being sick, no one expects you to have a tidy house,” they continued with a smile.

“Good point,” you laughed as you placed the items back down on the coffee table, “how was your shower? Feeling any better?” You asked, sitting back down on the couch.

“Shower was amazing, there’s nothing a little steam can’t make better,” they smiled at you, “I’m absolutely knackered though,” Bella yawned as they curled up with their head on your lap and you prayed that they didn’t notice how deeply you inhaled.

“Hey you think you could pour me the last of that medicine over there?” Bella pointed to the small side table next to you.

“Yeah of course,” you nodded and filled the tiny cup and carefully handed if off to Bella who propped themself up and tossed it back with a grimace, “fucking delicious,” they coughed a little and passed the cup back to you. “Well I hope it does the trick,” you said as Bella tucked themself back down and let out a little sigh.

“Have I mentioned how thankful I am that you came over? I know that it was probably super inconvenient but I’m happy you took care of my needy ass.”

“Your ass is always in good hands with me.” You felt Bella’s whole body gently shake with laughter and you immediately added, “oh my god, you know what I meant!” You tried your best to not make the flustered tone of your voice obvious, “ and besides, it was no problem, its what friends do.”

“You know you’re being super awkward with me right?” Bella stated after a brief moment of silence fell between you.

“No? What are you talking about?”

“It’s been all “Bella” this and “Bella” that and very polite and straightforward conversation. What? Am I not your Bella Roo anymore?” They looked up at you with the doeist of eyes.

“Oh yeah, it’s nothing. I dont know, im just tired too I guess.”

“Alright, if you say so…” Bella trailed off and you suddenly felt relieved that the conversation wouldn;t continue.

“Well, I’m going to call you Bean.” Bella’s voice broke the silence.

“Bean?” you inquired.

“Yeah, like an espresso bean because you tend to make my heart race…” they said as they shifted around and tucked their hand under your leg.

“Oh shit, like anxiety?!”

“Nahhh…. Not like that. It’s kinda like the opposite really…” they said with their eyes fully closed and you knew they were drifting fast.

“I think that medicine has definitely kicked in due to the nonsense coming out of your mouth.”

“Well then Maybe you could suggest something else my mouth could be doing?” Bella smiled softly and let out the tiniest of laughs before they surrendered to sleep.

You let out a sigh and let your head fall back against the couch cushion. Please just let that be the medicine talking. You really didnt need Bella actively adding to the complicated feelings that you found yourself getting harder to navigate. Hopefully, with a good nights rest, the whole nickname thing, which you actually found really adorable, would work its way out of Bella’s system, just like their cold. Your breathing quickly became one with Bella’s and your eyelids grew heavy.

The abrupt pitter patter of light rain on the windows caused you to stir awake and a brisk breeze danced across your skin from the cracked window. You somehow had curled yourself into the corner of the couch and Bella was fully draped across your lap with their arms wrapped around your waist. Even though you could only see the top of their head, Bella still managed to flutter up butterflies when you thought about how nice it was having them with you when you woke up. As you stretched you caught a glimpse of your watch and the brightness of 3:36 am seemed to burn into your eyes. You gently shifted Bella off of you in order to get up. You made sure to pull the blanket up around them and left them a note that said,

You placed the note next to Bella’s head on the pillow before slipping out of the front door. If you were lucky you would still be able to grab a couple hours of sleep before call, but you highly doubted that would be possible with the last few hours still reeling around in your head. However, the overthinking began on your short drive back to your apartment and man, did it know how to overtake your positivity. You were definitely just overthinking things with Bella and causing extra stress in your life that you did not need. Bella was just your friend, your coworker and most likely nothing else. Sometimes a nickname is just a friendly joke between two friends and feeling close to someone doesn't mean it would go any further than that. You had to laugh and you decided to make a promise to yourself that you would stop being so worried about every little thing Bella said and if there was some sort of double meaning to it. You told yourself to just enjoy the fact that someone as great as them seemed to like your presence. With that last thought, you arrived back at your place and crashed down on your couch as soon as you closed the door.

You were so incredibly happy when the overly chipper notes of your alarm found their way into your brain. Not because you wanted to wake up but because you would have definitely slept until noon without it. You stretched and sat up with a heaviness in your bones that made you want to say five more minutes please. Normally six in the morning wasn't an issue for you but this particular morning you wished it didn't have to exist. You dragged your feet to the bathroom, splashed cold water on your face and brushed your teeth. After fixing your hair and changing your clothes you checked your phone on the way out the door and saw a handful of notifications. Most were work emails about this week’s schedule changes, a group text from Pedro about his upcoming birthday party and a text from Bella, which you weren't expecting.

You made a mental note to eat nothing but oranges for the rest of the day and smiled knowing that if you did get sick that it was definitely worth it on your end too.

Minutes seemed to last for hours and when the AD finally called it for lunch you practically ran to the nearest table. Soon enough Pedro and some others joined you and quickly lost themselves to their phones and music. You thought they had the right idea and decided you should see how Bella was doing. Soon the buzzing from your phone was near constant as the conversation between you and Bella continued on. Pedro looked up from the game he was playing on his phone and must have noticed your smiles and muffled laughter.

“All this happiness radiating from you doesn't have anything to do with a certain little doe eyed brunette does it?” he asked.

"I'm just checking on Bells. I want to make sure that they got enough sleep. We finally went to bed at like 2am last night..." You stopped mid sentence once you realized you might have revealed a bit too much information.

"Oh ok, I see, let me get this straight. You stayed up all night despite a 7 am call time...for Bella?...Oh man, you’ve got it so bad."

"What?!... No, I just... I was just trying to be nice and helpful..." You could feel yourself getting flustered at Pedro's not totally incorrect observation. "Besides, I kinda feel like it was part of my job, you know, as "shepard" to the cast ..." you said, clearing your throat and fidgeting with your phone case.

Pedro just crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair smirking, “Yeah right." The bemusement in his voice let you know he was enjoying watching you dig your grave deeper. There was something so trusting about Pedro though that you found your words just tumbled out the longer he stared at you with that comforting expression.

"Ughhhh. Ok. I mean, you know what Bella is capable of! Its like, your just minding your own business and then, just, one day, out of nowhere they have managed to totally worm their stupid beautiful fucking face into every crevace of your brain… and it’s just, ahhh you know?! And you just let them do it over and over again, because honestly you feel so fucking special and you know your life won’t ever be the same now that they’re in it…”

"Oh I get it. I've never met anyone like Bella. You both are lucky to have found each other cuz you’re actually kinda perfect for each other.”

"Wait, what?”

"You know Bella talks about you all the time, kid. Granted, they do try to hide it from me too, which I think is stinkin' adorable by the way, but I wouldn't underestimate the power you have on their brain either."

"No, no, no, no I'm positive they’re just being nice to me. You know how Bella is super friendly and accidentally flirts with everyone. They just can't help it, it's a Libra thing.”

"I'm being totally serious when I say Bella is only that way with you. You don't tend to see them with other people the way I do. Yeah They’re friendly, obviously, and maybe they even “accidentally flirt”sometimes but Bella tends to keep to themself whenever possible. You definitely light them up."

You really had not been expecting those particular words to come together and form the sentences that had come out of Pedro’s mouth and you were kind of in shock. You had spent so much time trying to convince yourself of the opposite that you hadn’t really stopped to imagine that something more with Bella could be an actual possibility from their end. You placed your phone down and tried to hide your growing smile with your hand but there was no use, it was beaming through your fingers and it made Pedro chuckle loudly from his seat.

“So I guess this is good news?” He boasted

“Yeah,” you said slowly, still trying to process this new part of your reality, “but now I don’t know what to do! I feel like I will never be able to look them in the eye again with this knowledge…”

“Relax, you’ll be fine. Just keep being you. Just do what you were doing before this moment because whatever it was clearly worked.”

“But I have no idea what I did!” You had to laugh and bury your face into your arms on the table, “plus I have this really annoying habit of completely overthinking and that tends to fuck up almost everything.” You mumbled and continued to hide your face.

“I understand, but the ball’s kinda in your court now kid, it’s up to you to make the next move. And I can promise you from experience that you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”

“That’s always solid advice, but why sports in my time of mental need?”

“A game I’ve got going on with Craig,” he said as he added a tally to a piece of paper he had tucked in this phone case, “but in all seriousness, try not to freak yourself out about this. It’s a good thing. And I think you two have a really good chance at something earth shattering.”

“Well shit, that’s a pretty big statement.”

“Well I just call ‘‘em like I see ‘em,” Pedro said as he stood up, “and I like to think that I got the ball rolling.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed when he pulled his tally paper out again and waved bye with a smile and a wink.

“Bye P! Thank you for telling me the best and the scariest thing I’ve ever heard!” You exclaimed as he began to walk back to set.

“Anytime!” He shouted back as he disappeared around some trailers.

The next day started out cold and gloomy, not quite letting on to what beautiful things were about to happen. Bella came into work the next day and you were happy that they were feeling so much better.

“Hey look at you Roo, you look so much better!!” you happily smiled as Bella bounded down the trailer steps.

“I feel fucking amazing Bean! Must have been this really great nurse I had.” Bella jumped into your arms and nearly knocked you to the ground with their energy.

It felt like your heart was slowly making its way up to your throat at the sound of Bella calling you by your nickname.. It made you wonder if the sight of you was causing their heart to race. You quickly shooed the thought out of your brain, you were going to take Pedro’s advice and not overthink your interactions with Bella. You were just going to let whatever was going to happen, happen. No need to over complicate things but just enjoy the moments. You both pulled away from the hug but Bella’s fingers slid down your arms and lingered on the cuffs of your sweatshirt and played with the fraying edges. They remained looking down at their hands for a moment or two before they glanced up and looked you in the eyes.

“Go out with me.”

“Ah..I’m - what?” You stammered, taken aback by Bella’s boldness.

“Go out with me,” they said again, smiling.

Time seemed to stand still and all you could do was stand there totally frozen. Your heart and your brain were pulling you in two different directions and you could feel the panic begin to bubble in your chest. You opened your mouth not knowing which was going to win, the smart choice or the right choice but when the verbal vomit began to spew out you knew there was no way to stop it.

“I don't know if that would be a good idea Bella,” you began, “what would people think? I mean we work together, directly and it would be like weird? wouldn't it? And then there is like all the stress and pressure and if things go bad it would be really awkward and I really really like what we -” You were cut off by the sensation of Bella’s fingers becoming intertwined with yours and them taking a small step towards you.

"All I need is just one date." The hushed yet optimistic tone of their voice mixed with the fact that they were biting their bottom lip was causing World War III between your neurons.

"Oh, so you think you can change my mind with one date?" you whispered back, doing your best to play along with their coyness.

"Absolutely." Bella stated so confidently that it caused a soft sigh to escape your lips.

“Oh who am I kidding,” you said with a slight roll of your eyes and a smile, “Obviously I’ll go out with you.”

“Ok, good!” Bella happily replied, their smile radiating warmth that radiated the chilly air around you both.

“So what did you want to do?”, you asked, still floating at the fact that this conversation was actually happening.

“Just be in front of your building Saturday at 1:00,” Bella said with a mysterious air to their voice as they slowly let go of your hands.

You felt terrified and thrilled all at the same time, like you were standing on the edge of something and wanted so badly to jump. You barely noticed the buzz of the crew around or Pedro bounding up to welcome Bella back. As the two of them headed over to the makeup trailer, he glanced back at you with a warm, encouraging nod. The surrealness of it all hit you again, like, what even was this day? Everything felt heightened and electric, like the whole universe was holding its breath right along with you.

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unknownmind98 · 6 months ago

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a love song over time

Recently single Chloe struggles to balance mother and social life. One weekend with an old friend changes everything. Bechloe. Romance.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60645565 Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14412726/1/a-love-song-over-time

A Love Song Over Time

Trees bristle and early morning birds whistle their way into Chloe’s slumber. With a faint smile on her lips as she dreams about her days as a Barden Bella.

Aubrey’s wide grin as they’re announced the winners of their acapella competition. Fat Amy’s boisterous jump of victory. Jessica and Ashley’s tear-filled eyes. Stacie’s squeal of excitement. Lily’s silent cheers. Cynthia Rose’s “hell yeah bitches!”.

And then there was Beca.

Chloe sighs in content thinking of her long-time best friend. How she was the reason they won. She’ll forever cherish that moment. When they locked eyes and simply smiled. Eyes wide and full of hope for what the future meant.

She snuggles in closer to her bed sheets, pulling them up to her chin and feeling the warmth surround her. It almost feels like a hug from her Bellas.

From Beca.

“Momma…”

Gentle prodding at her cheeks slowly awakens her from her dream.

“Momma, wake up,” She feels a light weight drop on top of her, giggling.

“Come onnnn,” Small hands tug the sheets down from Chloe’s chin.

Chloe’s eyes blearily adjust to the light cascading through the window onto her 4-year-old daughter.

“Hiya bug.” She sleepily greets. The young girl sports a toothy grin in return.

“Morning,” She adjusts herself to lay beside her mom. “I’m hungry.”

“Yeah?” Chloe asks, her voice quietly amused. “What do you want?”

Debating for a moment, her daughter quips up. “Pancakes.”

“Good choice.” Chloe runs a hand through the young girl’s hair, the same shade of red as hers. “Pancakes sound good.”

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“Bella,” Chloe points towards the plate, “Eat your breakfast.”

She’s scrolling through her emails as her and Bella sit at the counter in the kitchen. She sighs as she see’s the latest one about the bills being due. And leans her head on her hand, gently biting her lip as she contemplates.

A small piece of pancake shakes her from her thoughts as it’s placed in front of her. “You have to eat too,” Bella says before going back to her own.

A small grin shapes Chloe’s face as she takes the offered piece. “Thank you bug.” Staring at her daughter for a few seconds with affection, she pulls her into a side hug. “I love you.”

Bella hiccups slightly but smiles “Love you too Momma.” She tries to wiggle her way free, but Chloe just tickles her sending her into a fit of giggling squeals. Letting her go, she watches as she skips her way across the kitchen into the living room.

Lifting her mug, Chloe sips at her coffee, watching her daughter play. Her attention moves to her phone shortly as it buzzes.

Tom You free for a call? (8.32am)

She stares at the message momentarily before dialling his number. Her fingers anxiously dance along the countertop as she waits. After a few rings, his voice chimes through.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” She replies, “What’s up?”

“Just checking in,” He says, “How’s Bella?”

“She’s good,” Chloe says eyes flickering towards said girl, “She’s had breakfast. It was pancakes today.”

“Good-“

“Is that daddy?” Bella asks from the living room floor, holding her Barbie, a gift from Aubrey on her fourth birthday.

Nodding, Chloe holds out the phone, “Yeah come say hi to daddy.”

Bella scuffles to her feet, dropping the Barbie before skipping her way across and grabs the phone. “Hi daddy!” She speaks.

“Hi sweetheart,” He replies, “How are you! I miss you.”

“I miss you too daddy,” She says, “I had pancakes.”

“Yeah? Were they tasty?” He asks, before adding, “Bet they weren’t as good as mine.”

“Nooooo,” Bella laughs, “Momma’s is better. They were really tasty.”

“They are pretty good,” He agrees with a small chuckle, “Hey bug put Momma back on the phone for me would you.” He asks, ending with a “I love you!”

“Love you too daddy,” she says before handing the phone back to Chloe.

Placing the phone back to her ear, Chloe shifts back round to her laptop. “So, what’s up?” She repeats.

Hearing silence on the other end, she tries again, “Tom?”

“Yeah, no I just...” He starts. “The company need me for a bit longer.”

“How long?” She asks bluntly. This isn’t new for her. Tom has been busy this last year with work. And its only seemed to be getting worse lately. He’s away sometimes months at a time.

“Another month, maybe two.”

“Tom it’s Christmas in three weeks,” She sighs, her fingers rubbing at her temple, “Can you not ask to work on it after then?”

“I can’t Chlo,” He exhales, “We’re so close to getting this deal done and I don’t want to screw it up-”

“I know, I know,” she interrupts. “But what am I gonna tell Bella? She’s been excited to see you again.” Shaking her head, she continues in a hushed tone. “You know she made you a welcome home sign Tom.”

She’s frustrated, she can’t help it. Ever since they parted ways, she feels like she’s been raising their daughter alone.

“I’m sorry Chloe.” He apologises. “Look, I gotta go… I’ll talk to you later.”

He hangs up before she can say another word.

She sets the phone down and feels the tears begin to form in her eyes.

She’s exhausted.

Taking a steady breath, she tries to compose herself.

Blinking away the tears, she wipes harshly at her eyes before checking the time.

“Fuck…” Closing the laptop screen, she hurries off the counter chair. “School time Bella!”

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“Okay have a good day bug,” Chloe hugs Bella tightly, kissing her cheek before watching her run to meet her friends outside her classroom. Bella waves goodbye at her before heading into the room.

As Chloe strolls back to her car, she feels her phone buzz. Fishing it out of her pocket, she checks the notification. A small grin forming on her face.

Beca Check this shit out (9.17am) (picture attachment)

It’s a selfie of Beca in the studio with a very high end, very expensive looking mixing control panel. Her eyes wide and excited. Chloe looks fondly at it. Beca’s aged slightly. They both have, they’ve come far from their college days. But there’s something sweet about how the faint smile lines have formed on Beca’s face, she thinks. Early 30’s looks good on her.

Beca (9.18am) Feel like this is too bougie for me to be around

Chloe shakes her head slightly, a small chuckle coming from her before typing a response.

Chloe (9.19am) It looks so cool! You look good beside it x

Beca (9.19am) Why thank you. I needed this confident boost

Chloe (9. 20am)Of course you did lol

Beca (9. 21am) I feel like you’re making fun of me :(

Chloe (9. 22am) Neverrrr

Beca (9. 22am) Hmm.. I don’t buy it but I’ll let it slide for now

Beca (9. 23am) how are u?

Chloe (9. 25am) Im fine

Beca (9. 26am) That all you’re gonna give me Beale?

Chloe (9. 26am) sorry just a bit stressed

Beca (9. 26am) You okay?

Chloe (9. 27am) Yeah it’s just life stuff lol

Beca (9. 27am) uh huh. You still on for this weekend or do you need some me time?

Chloe (9. 27am) Of course we are! as long as youre okay with Bella being with us

Beca (9. 28am) Hell yeah, I love that kid

Beca (9. 29am) Oh shit the artist is here now, so I gotta run. I’ll call you later?

Chloe (9. 30am) Sounds good. Take care Becs x

Beca (9. 30am) Love you! x

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“Where are we going?” Bella quizzes from the back seat of Chloe’s car.

Pulling up to a red light, Chloe glances at Bella from the rearview mirror, “Airport bug.”

“Airport?”

“Yeah,” Chloe grins cheekily, “We’re picking up Auntie Beca.”

“Really?” Bella asks, her eyes lighting up.

Chloe nods before taking a right. “Yep! She’s staying with us for the weekend.”

Bella claps her hands excitedly, “The whole weekend?”

Chloe giggles at her daughter’s enthusiasm. “Yeah, the whoooollee weekend.”

Seeing the airport come into view, she can’t help but let out a huge smile. It’s been too long since she’s seen any of her friends. Aubrey does her best to stay in contact with her, but with running the retreat, her time varies. Yet Chloe is still grateful for the video calls they have, even if it’s only once a week.

Pulling into the visitor parking space, Chloe whips out her phone to check the time and see where Beca’s flights at. They have about 25 minutes to spare before it lands so she glances back to Bella,

“Wanna go in and grab an ice cream before we see Auntie Beca?”

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Chloe watches Bella in amusement as she tries to stop the ice cream from melting down the cone. “Need help?” She asks, taking a spoonful of her own. She opted for a small tub instead.

Huffing Bella licks at the ice cream, “No I got this.” The vanilla sweetness has dripped onto her hand and Chloe grimaces slightly at the mess. She grabs a napkin and just as she’s about to clean Bella’s hand, the young girl is bouncing out of her seat.

“Bella come back!” Chloe panics, reaching for her but she’s cut off by her squeals of excitement.

“AUNTIE BECA!”

The older woman whips her head around to see Bella run towards one Beca Mitchell.

Producer Beca Mitchell, as she goes by these days.

But to Chloe it’s just her Beca.

The producer all but sets her bag on to the floor before small arms wrap around her waist. “Hey bug!” She greets the younger girl, hugging her tightly. “I missed you so much.” She rocks them back and forth, Bella giggling as she does.

“I missed you too!” Bella says, her face pressed against her waist. Pulling back, Beca shuffles her hair, laughing as the girl protests. The younger girl impatiently waits for Beca to lift her bag before grabbing her hand and tugging her towards her mom.

“Momma, Beca’s here!” Bella happily claims, not caring about the bystanders looking at them.

Chloe smiles as she watches on, standing to meet them. “Hey.” She greets once Beca is in front of her. She grimaces as she sees the vanilla ice cream from Bellas’s hand on her shirt. “I’m sorry about that,” she gestures to her clothes, noting the outfit the woman has on, a leather jacket over a navy and green flannel. Classic Beca.

“Hi,” Beca smirks, “Don’t worry about it,” she says dropping her bag once again. Chloe invades her personal space and wraps her arms around her. “I’ve missed you,” she whispers, her head leaning into the curve of the brunette’s neck.

She feels home. It’s been so long since she saw Beca. Been so long she had one of her hugs. She missed this physically touch. Back in Barden, Beca had been iffy on it at first, but overtime grew to initiate it herself. Chloe even has a sneaky suspicion that she loves it just as much as she does.

“I missed you too.” Beca lets out a breath, her grip tightening around the redhead. Pulling back slightly, she locks eyes with her best friend, “Let’s get out of here Beale,” She chuckles. “You know I hate airports.”

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Later that evening, the three of them are sitting around Chloe’s small circular dining table. She had insisted on making dinner, but Beca shushed her and said she could tell she was tired and instructed her to sit down.

So instead, Chloe got to watch as Beca and Bella worked their way around the kitchen in an attempt to make spaghetti bolognese. Chloe had to confess it was nice getting to relax for the first time in what felt like forever.

But she also had to admit.

That their attempt at cooking was pitiful.

Beca was never the culinary genius, unless it was instant noodles, but she didn’t realize it had gotten this bad. So, Chloe couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her mouth, as she watched Beca struggle to strain the spaghetti.

“Beale I can hear you laughing!”

“I’m sorry. Are you sure you don’t want help?”

“No, you sit your ass down ma’am.”

“Okay, okay!”

“Bella tell your mom we have this under control.”

In the end, Beca and Bella admitted defeat as the spaghetti was overcooked and became mushy. So, they opted to order pizza instead.

Taking a slice, Beca shrugs, “I think we made a fair attempt.” She says glancing towards Bella who was sitting to her right.

Bella nods, munching away. Chloe’s eyes flicker between them, an amused smirk in place.

“I think you did great.” She giggles, dipping a fry into ketchup. Beca gives her a pointed stare. “Umm excuse you.” Her façade breaking quickly as she breaks into a smirk. She reaches over and steals some of Chloe’s fries before she can stop her. “Hey!” The redhead protests.

“You snooze you lose, Beale.” She cheekily grins, popping the fries into her mouth proudly.

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Soon after dinner, Bella was feeling sleepy, so Chloe tucked her into bed.

“Auntie Beca is fun,” Bella says tiredly as Chloe pulls the sheets over her. Nodding, Chloe leans down to give her a kiss on the forehead. “Yeah, she is.”

“I wish Dad was here,” Bella tells Chloe just as she pulls away.

“I know bug,” she says, running a hand through her hair. “Hopefully he’ll see you soon, okay?”

Watching as Bella nods, she switches on the small nightlight that sits on top of the desk beside the bed before making her way towards the hallway, “Sweet dreams.”

Quietly closing the door behind her, Chloe leans her head against the door and sighs. God damn Tom.

Shaking her head she makes her way back towards the kitchen where she finds Beca cleaning up the dining table.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that Bec,” she says coming over beside her, reaching out to take the pizza boxes from her hands.

“I want to.” Beca explains, quietly adding, “You do enough Chlo.”

“Do I?” The words fall from Chloe’s mouth before she can stop them. She quickly turns to shove the boxes into the trash can.

“Chloe,” She feels a soft touch, “Are you okay?” Beca asks concerned, her hand running soothingly along her lower back.

Chloe hums, with an unconvincing nod. “Yeah of course.” She turns to face Beca, but her eyes betray her, as they begin to well up.

Beca’s hands move to Chloe’s arms. “Hey, tell me what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.” Chloe shakes her head, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Beca asks.

“I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.” Chloe breaks eye contact.

“You haven’t ruined anything.” Beca explains delicately. “I’m here for you Chlo.” She says before gently easing her into a warm hug. “Whatever it is, I’m here for you.”

Chloe melts into her. She grips onto Beca, and lets the tears fall from her eyes. “I’m just so tired, Bec.” She says, it’s muffled slightly by Beca’s shoulder, but she hears it.

Beca stands there with her for what feels like an eternity but doesn’t pull away. She knows this is what Chloe needs. This reassurance. A reminder she’s not alone.

It’s when Chloe shuffles back when she looks at her.

“Thank you,” The redhead says, gratefully.

“Anytime Beale.” Beca replies, with a gentle wink. A small smile teases its way onto Chloe’s face. She steps back and lets out a breath, “I’m gonna go get some air.”

Beca nods, leaning against the table. “Okay.”

“Join me?” Chloe asks softly.

“I’ll meet you out there,” Beca assures.

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Chloe slots onto the rocking chair that sits on her front porch. There’s a crisp coldness in the air that has her wrapping herself closer into her jacket. She fishes out a packet of cigarettes from her pocket, a bad habit she knows, but she’s working on it.

She lights up one and takes a long puff. She holds the exhale as she closes her eyes and takes in the sounds surrounding her. The trees whistling, the faint cars in the distant and the nearby river.

She’s so caught up in her own world that she doesn’t hear the door creak open as Beca arrives.

She jumps as something solid is tapped against her.

“Oh!” Chloe embarrassingly looks at her. Beca is holding out a beer towards her. Taking it, she chuckles, “Thank you.”

Shrugging Beca slips in beside her, making the chair to rock slightly. Reaching over for the cigarette. “You seem like you need it.” She says taking a sip.

“I haven’t had a drink in ages,” Chloe replies handing her the cigarette. “Haven’t had the time.”

Taking a puff, Beca smirks, “Well, we’ll make time,” she says swaying into her, bumping their shoulders.

“Honestly, I’m surprised Bella has gone to bed so early.” Chloe states, taking a sip, “She’s usually up all night.”

“Maybe I’m a good omen,” Beca laughs, flicking the cigarette butt away.

Chloe raises an eyebrow and looks at her, “Don’t be so full of yourself Mitchell,” she giggles. “It was just the long day we had.”

Beca holds a hand to her heart dramatically, “No need for the spiciness lady,” she says, “and just when I was comforting you too.” She chuckles taking a drink.

The pair fall into a comfortable silence, sipping on their beers. Beca slowly rocks the chair back and forth, as she looks out into the nighttime in front of them.

“Thank you for that,” Chloe breaks the silence.

“You don’t need to thank me, Chlo.” Beca says.

“I know, but I want to.” She says, fiddling with the label on the beer.

Smiling Beca leans into her, “Well then you’re welcome.” Taking another drink, she asks more seriously. “Do you wanna talk about what’s going on?”

Chloe shifts in her seat. Running a hand through her hair she stares at the trees, “It’s Tom.” She speaks. “We’ve been arguing a lot this past while,” she begins. “I know we’re not together anymore, but I thought we’d at least still be civil. But I don’t know…” She pauses. “It started off as small disagreements, but it’s grown into bigger things and now it feels like we barely have a normal conversation anymore. It’s just always arguments. Which I hate because he’s the father of our child,” She rubs her nose, sniffing. “He told me recently he won’t be back home for Christmas.” Shaking her head she continues, “I know that work is tough, but it feels like he isn’t even trying you know?”

Beca nods, listening.

“It feels like he prioritizes his work life more than his daughter. Bella made him a welcome home sign for Christmas,” She huffs out a laugh, “She misses him so much Bec. She’s always asking when Daddy will be home, and I don’t know what to tell her.” Her head falls into her hands. “It feels like he only visits maybe once or twice a year now.” She sighs, lifting her head, her eyes welling up, “It’s really hard raising a child on your own.”

Chloe looks to Beca defeated. “Sometimes I feel like I’m not enough. I love Bella with all my heart, and I know she loves me too. But I know she needs her dad.” She explains. “And Tom, he’s a great dad. When he’s here. But… But I’ve been doing everything on my own and it’s exhausting.” Her lips tremble as she rambles, and Beca’s heart goes out for her, so she pulls her into her side.

“You should have told me sooner Chlo,” She mutters into her hair, planting a kiss there.

“That wouldn’t be fair on you,” Chloe sniffles, “You’re busy with work and being a producer and I wouldn’t want to worry you.” She explains before sitting up.

Beca shakes her head, “You’re worth worrying about Chloe.” She says sincerely.

And Chloe can’t help the emotions that develop. Can’t help the tear that falls from her eyes. Beca on impulse reaches up to brush it away. Her hand lingering on the redhead’s cheek, “I mean it.”

Chloe leans into her touch, closing her eyes. “I don’t deserve you.”

Closing the distance between them, Beca leans in to rest her forehead against Chloe’s.

“Yeah, I’m pretty awesome,” She teases, trying to shift the mood. It works as she feels Chloe shake with quiet laughter.

“You’re a weirdo Mitchell.” She says, shifting to lay a soft peck on Beca’s cheek, lingering slightly. “But I love you.”

Chloe declares they need more beers, so she makes her way indoors leaving Beca on the rocking chair alone.

The brunette reaches up to feel the spot the redhead had kissed. Her cheek feeling warm and tingly as her fingers trace it.

She’s broken from her trance as her phone buzzes with an email notification. It’s a message from her boss asking if she can make it to the studio on Monday to meet with an upcoming artist. She holds off on replying for now.

The door creaks open as Chloe makes her way out with a few more beers and a blanket. She sees Beca’s furrowed brows and slips down beside her.

“Everything okay?”

Pocketing her phone, Beca turns to her taking the newest beer, “Yeah, just work stuff.” She eyes the blanket, reaching out for it. “You goddess, you brought warmth. I’m freezing my tits off out here.” She exclaims, wrapping it around her and sighing in content.

“Hey!” Chloe bursts. “Scootch your cute butt Mitchell.” She wriggles her way under the blanket leaving her shoulder to shoulder with Beca. Making sure it’s wrapped around them both, Chloe snuggles in closer, using Beca’s body heat to provide more warmth before taking a sip of her beer. “I’ve missed this.”

“What… freezing outside?” Beca retorts, yelping when Chloe pinches her side.

“No,” The redhead tuts. “This,” She gestures between them. “You. Us.”

“Us?” Beca raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Chloe bobs her head, “I miss us.” She repeats, leaning her head on Beca’s shoulder.

And Beca nods because she understands. She’s missed this too. New York is fun, but she always feels like something is missing. As if she had ninety-nine percent of the puzzle complete but couldn’t grasp that final piece.

Leaning into her, she lets her head rest atop of Chloe’s, her silent way of agreeing.

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After a while, they decided to call it a night as it was getting late. And made their way inside.

“Sorry for not having a guest room,” Chloe says, shuffling out of her jacket. Tossing it over the back of the couch as she slips her shoes off.

“Beale, you know I don’t mind,” Beca says.

“I know, I just feel bad for making you take the couch,” She explains. Her eyes then light up, “Wait, you can share the bed with me! Tom’s not here anymore so it doesn’t matter,” She rambles, adorably Beca thinks.

“How cliché,” the brunette deadpans, rolling her eyes fondly. She smiles though because besides the emotional conversation earlier, it’s one of the times she’s seen the real Chloe. “But if you insist.” She jokingly teases.

“Mitchell, incase you forgot,” She holds out a threatening finger at her, “we shared a bed for 3 years.” Chloe reminds, reminiscing on their New York days with Amy.

“Oh, how could I forget? The lack of personal space is hard to shake off.” Beca retorts, enjoying the banter.

Slightly tipsy and giddy from the beer, Chloe rounds up on Beca, “How dare you.” She states. “You loved it.”

Hands in the air, Beca smirks, “I’m neither agreeing nor disagreeing.”

Chloe laughs, yanking her hands back down to her sides, “Whatever you say.” And she turns to walk away, but yelps when Beca pinches her sides. She glares at the girl, but only finds her chuckling.

“You’re tipsy Miss Mitchell.”

“So are you, Miss Beale.”

“I guess this is old age, huh.” Beca states, “And we’re only in our 30’s. Don’t tell me it gets worse from this point.”

“Oh, it so definitely does.” As she wanders towards the bedroom, she misses the fond gaze from Beca as she watches.

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Trees bristle and early morning birds whistle their way into Chloe’s slumber. She has a faint smile on her lips as she once again dreams about her days as a Barden Bella.

This time, it’s when they won the Worlds.

When they beat DSM to prove their worthiness. She remembers Fat Amy picking Beca up and spinning them around on stage once it was announced. Remembers glancing over to Aubrey standing alongside the legacy of Barden Bellas, looking proud as ever. She sighs contently into her pillow, shuffling back into the warmth enveloping her.

It’s only when the warmth moves that she realizes it isn’t from the sheets but rather from Beca.

There’s a hand draped lightly across her waist and a leg hooked over hers.

Chloe allows herself to melt into the moment. And runs her hand along Beca’s, intertwining their fingers and in doing so makes the brunette pull her closer.

Judging by the girls breathing pattern, Chloe knows she’s awake. “Morning,” she whispers.

“G’morning,” Beca mumbles, nuzzling closer into the back of Chloe’s neck.

“Comfy there?” Chloe asks, grinning.

“Yeah,” Beca replies, “Let’s just stay like this.”

And Chloe doesn’t argue. It’s reminiscent of their days in New York. And she smiles thinking about how things haven’t changed. They would routinely wake up like this each morning. Chloe would say they’d need to get ready for work, but Beca would only grumble and snuggle in closer, making the redhead laugh.

“We should probably get up soon,” Chloe says, glancing at the alarm clock on her desk. “Bella is due to invade any moment now,” She giggles.

“We’ll worry about that when the time comes,” Beca replies.

“So, I was thinking,” Chloe shifts around after a few moments, so she’s facing Beca.

The brunette sleepily nods, her eyes shut as she dozes off “Yeah?”

“There’s a county fair happening today that I was hoping to bring Bella too, if you’d like to join.”

Beca drowsily runs her hand along Chloe’s back, smiling, “Yeah I’d love that.”

The redhead sheepishly grins and reaches up to brush the hair out of Beca’s face, the woman’s eyes fluttering open at the touch. And for a moment, time halts as they gaze at one another. Chloe’s hand framing Beca’s face, and Beca’s hand perching on her waist.

Chloe’s breath hitches as she hadn’t grasped the closeness of their proximity until this moment.

Foreheads barely touching. Their noses inches apart. Their lips so close, they could feel each other’s breath.

Without warning Chloe’s eyes unconsciously drift down towards Beca’s.

And she thinks she catches Beca doing the same.

Her tongue slips out to wet her bottom lip before she finds herself leaning in. She feels Beca’s slightly hover against hers and Chloe’s heart pounds as she slips her eyes shut.

“Beca,” She whispers.

“It’s okay,” Replies the brunette just before they close the gap.

Chloe feels butterflies erupt in her stomach. It’s simply a peck, a light kiss... but it feels so much more than that. Part of her wants to pull away, to climb out of this, but the other part says to push closer, to let herself fall.

She finds herself listening to the latter as her hand warms its way into Beca’s hair, pulling her in. Her lips linger against Beca’s before she leans back in for another. This kiss stronger, more desperate, as she clings to the brunette.

Beca’s hand comes up to frame Chloe’s face as she deepens the kiss. Her tongue teasing Chloe’s lips waiting for access. A muffled moan comes from the redhead as she lets Beca in. And Beca sighs in content as she realizes… This was the final piece of the puzzle.

When they part, both their hearts are pounding and Beca’s face is slightly flushed. Chloe breathless, lightens the grip on the girl, “I’m sorry.”

Beca shakes her head, amused, “Why are you apologizing.”

“I don’t know, I just feel like we shouldn’t have done-” Chloe’s ramble is cut short by Beca’s finger on her lips, shushing her.

“Don’t overthink Beale.”

Chloe is about to reply, but before she can, the door opens and in comes Bella, all full of energy as she pounces on the bed between them, completely oblivious to the moment they just shared.

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A/N: Pheeewww that’s the first part of this done for now. I have the rest mapped out, so if you enjoyed this, please let me know! And I’ll begin working on part 2 asap. Take care!

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