#bella ramsey one shot

[adorethedistance]

The Late Late Show - Bella Ramsey x Reader (18+)

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Warnings: (18+ only minors DNI) afab reader, smut, swearing, teasing, lmk if there’s anything else I missed.

Words: 2697

Summary: After a promotional appearance on the Late Late show, you and Bella confess your feelings for one another; your skepticism causes them to prove just how much they like you back.

A/N: It’s almost 1 am. I don’t feel like proof reading this. I want to be done with it. SO here we are LMAO. In all seriousness I’m really stoked on this piece and I hope y’all like it. It’s been a while since I’ve written a full smut so I’m a little rusty.

Pedro, Bella, and I are on the Late Late Show to promote season 2 of The Last of Us, and Mr. James Corden had the incredible idea to make us play ‘spill your guts or fill your guts’. In rehearsal the questions were all mundane and simple to keep the surprises for the actual show. Now that the questions are real, my anxiety has skyrocketed and I anxiously await my turn. So far, Pedro has had a sip of bird saliva and Bella has confessed who their least favorite person to work with in their career was. Now it’s my turn and I’m almost too anxious to comprehend the words coming out of anyone’s mouth. Bella turns the table slowly, watching my face and gauging my reactions to each food as it goes by.

“Y/n.”

“Hm.”

“For this question, I will give you…” They pause to think for a moment, “The one thousand year old  egg.” I fight the urge to gag and Bella laughs deviously. They noticed the way I was particularly disturbed by it when we reviewed all the food options on the table for the camera. Bella laughs their adorable laugh after reading the question written on the cue card; I can’t stop the fake frown that’s appeared on my face.

“Which of mine and Pedro’s acting performances were the worst, and why?” The audience erupts into laughter, cheers, and groans as I contemplate how I can answer this question. “There is no way in hell I’m eating that.”

“Then you’ve got to answer.”

“I don’t know! I think you guys aren’t capable of bad performances.”

“Booooo.”

“Why are you booing me?!” I screech in surprise although I can’t help the smile forming on my face. Pedro jumps in,

“That’s a cop-out!”

“That is such a cop-out answer!” Bella laughs, biting their lip and resting their elbows on the table, displaying their hands that are sparsely decorated with rings.

“Why are you guys teaming up on me? This is so unfair. James, do something!”

“My hands are tied-”

“No, they are not it’s your show!”

“That one thousand year old egg isn’t getting any younger,” Bella quips, a devious smirk adorning their features. More laughter from the audience and I look back at Bella with pleading eyes. They raise their eyebrows to taunt me, clearly enjoying how I’m scrambling for answers. I bite the inside of my cheek and playfully glare. Another eyebrow quirk from Bella. On national television?

I cave, “Oh god. Okay, uh, Pedro. Maybe Mando? Since you’ve got the helmet on and we can’t really see your face emote a lot?”

“Kind of a cheat answer but I’ll leave it be,” Bella teases.

“Bella… Maybe Judy since you didn’t have too much on screen time so you weren’t given a lot to work with?” I attempt to calm my breathing as I wait for the other three to either approve or disapprove my answers. The jury is pleased with my response and I’m saved from eating the egg in front of me that is literally black and green.

We continue another rotation of questions going around the table until James takes us to commercial break. Bella, Pedro, and I stand from the table and head back to the couch for our actual interview portion of the show. It’s the last segment before we’re wrapped and I can’t wait to be finished so I can get out of this makeup and borderline black tie attire.

James gives us the standard questions that come with promoting a show and I find myself struggling to stay present. The way Bella moves their hands and the numerous rings that adorn their fingers are eternally captivating.

I want to just reach out and grab it. To hold their hand in mine and exist like that for as long as we possibly could. I want to hold them in my own and kiss them to show how much I care. I want to clench around their hands as I scream their name loud enough for anyone to hear. I want to bite down on exposed skin as they fuck me and tell me I’m their good girl. I crave Bella. I’ve always craved Bella.

“I think we’ve lost her. Y/n?” I hear James’ voice bring me back down to earth. My cheeks are a thousand degrees warmer as I realize I’ve been caught, lost in the fantasy of what it would be like to belong to Bella.

“What?” I ask when I zone back in. Everyone in the room laughs and I try to blink away my embarrassment.

“You play Dina, correct?”

“I do, yes.”

“This is a new character for this season, what can you tell us about her?”

“Yeah, so Dina is Ellie’s love interest in this part of the story,” I proceed to tell James the same basic spiel that I give every interviewer and he listens intently. He asks a few more questions about the characters and what it was like for the three of us to work closely on set. The interview goes over fun, smooth, and funny and before we knew it, the show was wrapped shortly after. Bella disappears almost immediately in search of a bathroom, leaving me with Pedro as James begins talking with one of his producers.

“Are you okay?” Pedro nudges my shoulder to get my attention. I nod rapidly which does not at all minimize his suspicion.

“Yeah, I’m totally good.”

“You were in space for the entire interview. What’s up?” He asks sincerely. Is this something I should tell him? Is this something I shouldn’t tell him? I’m at a loss for direction but Pedro’s reassuring smile reminds me that he is probably the best confidant on planet earth.

“It’s about Bella…” I start off slowly.

“Yeah, you really seem to like them.”

“SHHHH! Why would you say that so loud?!” I whisper shout which if anything draws more attention to us.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Pedro holds both hands up to try and ease my anxiety and I drop my shoulders to try and reel everything back in.

“You’re right, though. I do really like them.”

“Apparently.”

“So what do I do?”

“What do you mean?”

I scowl, “What do you mean what do I mean?”

“It’s obvious they like you as well.” I tilt my head back incredulously.

“What are you talking about?” Pedro laughs heartily before responding,

“I may not be the smartest person in the room but I’m not an idiot. I see how you look at each other. How they look at you.” My heart flutters with excitement. “It’s a huge crush if I’ve ever seen one.”

“Well, what do I do then?” I ask, and we’re back to square one. Pedro shakes his head at my obliviousness.

“You tell them you like them and then kiss!” He says as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. Ever the optimist. As I open my mouth to speak, I cut myself off to see Bella has rejoined the three of us. A quaint smile paints their face and my heart flutters again tenfold.

“What’d I miss?”

“Not much from me but Y/n has something to say.” I go wide-eyed and look at Pedro in panic. If looks could kill he would be a dead man this instant. Bella nods at me expectantly and I feel a rush of anxiety in my core. I do my best to cover up the fact that I’m taking a deep breath to soothe my nerves.

“We should go somewhere… not… here.” Bella laughs at the peculiar rhythm of my speech but agrees and follows me backstage. In the dressing room that we shared when getting ready, I flick the switch that lights up the perimeter of lightbulbs around the vanity mirror. Bella senses the tension that’s practically radiating off of me and closes the door behind us.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay I just-” I trail off in search of the right words.

“...You just what?” Bella asks, gently.

Moment of truth.

“I really like you, Bella. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I’m anxious that bombarding you with this information could scare you away, and then we wouldn’t be friends anymore because it would be too awkward. So then I’d be losing not just my best friend, but also just you as a person and I’d hate for that to happen because I like you as a person too and I-”

“I’ve been waiting for this conversation.” Bella says smugly.

“-Have been so worried about- wait what?” As my whole rambling rant lead me to look down, my head snaps back up. “You’ve been waiting for this?”

“Mhm.”

“Would you care to share with the class?” I ask, facetiously causing them to laugh at the sarcasm.

“Pedro and I actually had a bet going for how long it would take you.” I frown at their words and blink away my confusion. Bella drops the smug smile. They stare at me and I feel my face heat up being under their intense gaze.

“You… don’t like me back?” I say, my heart sinking in panic as I had just bared my soul to them.

“Of course I like you back.”

“Well, don’t say that like it was obvious!”

“I made it pretty obvious.”

“No, you didn’t!”

“We spent Valentine’s day together.”

I open my mouth to protest but close it to consider maybe it wasn’t just a ‘Galentine’s’ hang out.

“But-”

“We literally woke up spooning when we had that sleepover.” I blink. Once, twice, and then shut my eyes completely to block out the visual of Bella’s face as I come to the same conclusion.

“Yeah, I guess it was pretty outright.” They simply nod a yes and I feel the weight of the world lifted off of my shoulders at once. “So, you like me?”

“Oh my god-” Bella rolls their eyes, and swiftly comes over to grab my face in their hands and kiss me passionately. Their lips on mine are the symphony of an orchestra that I’ve long awaited. Each movement of our lips, the rhythmic richness of percussion. Their hands tracing down the silhouette of my body, the sensuality of the brass. A desire-filled rush of blood coursing through my entire body, the serenity of the woodwinds. And the intensity of our feelings for one another becoming intertwined into one energy, the complexity of the strings.

I’m fully floating on cloud nine, drifting further and further away from the Earth and into the ethereality of Bella. The kiss started passionately and quickly becomes heated as the two of us revel in our lust for one another.

Bella grips my hair in their hand at the base of my neck, tugging the handful to break the kiss and tilt my chin upwards. They take the new access to kiss and suck the skin of my neck. Grazing their teeth over my larynx, biting into the side and sucking a harsh, clean mark into the exposed flesh. I groan and the sheer eroticism and grip the vanity counter behind me.

Bella’s ringed fingers gently grasp my hips, pushing me back to lean on the counter with more of my weight. They abandon the task of marking me, grabbing the fabric of my dress, pulling it up and cradling the hem of it in their hands at my hip sockets. All the while, they had sunken down to the floor, lustful eyes watching my face as they kneel on the floor.

“Can I?” They ask and I quickly nod yes as my mouth was too dry to form a verbal response. Lifting the hem of the evening dress over their head, Bella bites another hickey into my inner thigh. I squeak at the sensation. It hurts so good.

“Shhh. You’ve gotta stay quiet.” I nod rapidly as reassurance, temporarily forgetting they can’t see my face.

“Got it, sorry.”

“It’s okay, babygirl.” Bella then hooks their fingers into the waistband of the underwear I was wearing. “This okay?”

“Yeah,” I sigh out, anticipation dripping from my voice. They drop the garment to the floor and have me step one foot out of them. My left leg stays anchored on the ground as a point of support since the counter likely wouldn’t hold my entire body weight. Bella guides my right leg up and over their shoulder before they trace their tongue over my glistening core. I whimper out a noise of relief and my head drops back, readying myself for the ride of my life.

Their tongue traces through the folds, trailing up to draw my clit in their mouth. I let out a languorous moan. In an attempt to regulate my breathing, I pull in a deep breath of bliss. Bella expertly devours me and I feel myself pulsating from arousal. Judging by the smug hum of laughter I’m guessing they could feel the movement as well.

I grab the fabric of my dress around my thighs and lift the layers to keep Bella from practically suffocating. They continue, unphased. A euphoric cry escapes my lips when Bella presses two tantalizing fingers inside of me. My hand quickly covers my mouth to try and conceal the undeniable bliss of their hand working in tandem with their mouth. Each stroke of their fingers elicits a ragged moan from my throat and I fight so hard to remain quiet. Then, Bella’s mouth pulls off of my clit with an audible smack.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me?” They ask earnestly and I nod rapidly. Anything to please them. The frantic nature of my response is satisfactory enough and they resume sucking on my swollen clit. I’m almost overstimulated from the pleasure of their mouth working with the rhythmic curling of their fingers. My moans increase tempo as I continue chasing the high. Bella beatifically bobs their head, moving faster to bring me closer to the edge.

Their fingers curve so perfectly against my g-spot and I fight the need to cry out in untamable pleasure. Stimulating the spot brings me closer and closer. I hold the collected fabric of my dress skirt in my left arm, and frantically reach down with my right. Bella masterfully maintains their pace, mouth and fingers working together while their other hand reaches up to interlace their fingers with mine. The thoughtful gesture is arousing in itself and I find my orgasm come to a peak.

I reside in this high for a moment before the waves of pleasure come crashing down over me. I finish with a strangled sob of gratification. Bella’s pace slows but they continue working me through the orgasm until the feeling passes. Once my clit stops pulsating, I feel them pull their mouth off of me with a most sinful pop. They leave our hands intertwined, but take the hand that was inside of me and lift the wet fingers to their lips, sucking off my remaining juices with great pleasure. I can’t help the laugh that escapes me, partly from disbelief but mostly from the residual high. They lock eyes with me and smile innocently, as if they hadn’t just sucked the life out of me in the best way possible.

Bella then wraps both arms around me and holds my body as tightly to their own as they can without hurting me. I then realize they’re doing this because my legs are trembling and they’re allowing me to use them as support. I’m grateful for the attentiveness and melt in their arms, wrapping my own around their shoulders. They hold me like this for a few minutes, and I smile knowing they would have remained there for hours if I’d asked them to.

“You were so good for me, pretty girl.” The praise is of the utmost comfort and I tuck my face into the crook of their neck. Placing soft, practically indebted kisses on their skin serves as a ‘thank you’ since I’m still very much recovering.

“I love being the only one to make you feel this good.”

[pedrosbestie]

What about me?

Warnings: Clickers, talks of death, insecurities about not being enough, very few curses. Enjoy🫶🏻🫶🏻

You watch as a clicker reaches Ellie, you don't have a weapon since Joel won't let you. Joel is fighting off his own clicker and you freeze. Joel is seething. Angst ensues.

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You met Ellie and Joel a few months ago, you were still looking for Joels brother, you have yet to find him. When you first met Joel and Ellie, you were alone wandering from place to place, trying to survive after your group abandoned you. Ellie immediately warmed up to you, trusting you and your warmth. Even though it's unlike her, she was happy to have a person in her life. Joel, however, didn't warm up quite as fast, but after a while he started to trust you. You loved them both, even though you had a feeling Joel didn't feel as passionately about you as he did Ellie. You pushed that feeling away even though it tugged at your heart.

So you watch as a clicker reaches Ellie. You don't have a weapon since Joel won't let you. Joel is fighting off his own clicker, and you freeze. You freeze. You don't know what to do. You're scared, only for their lives, not your own. They are your everything and you don't care if you die, you would rather die than live in a world without them. You want to help, but how? You begged Joel to give you a weapon but he wouldn't budge. While all these thoughts race through your head, Joel finally kills the clicker on top of him and then shoots the clicker on top of Ellie multiple times. Finally, the clicker dies.

You watch them catch their breaths, not saying a word but your hearts racing. "What were you thinking!" Joel shouts at you. You don't say a word, your lip trembles and dread fills you. "What's wrong with you" he continues, you don't understand, is he mad at you? Why? You didn't have a weapon and you're not immune. How could you possibly have helped without getting yourself killed or infected?. "You're so fucking selfish, just standing there watching Ellie almost get killed", your eyes fill with tears as you go to try and explain yourself, "I-" you start but he interrupts you, "You what? Don't care about anyone but yourself?" He shouts. "Joel stop!" Ellie tries, but it doesn't stop him. "Joel, please, she didn't have a weapon" Ellie pleads.

"Ellie could have died" Joel shouts.

There. There it is. The confirmation of your insecurities, he doesn't care about you, at least not as much as he cares about Ellie. Your heart sinks. "I could have" you whisper, "You could have what?" Joel asks confused but still furious. "I could have died too" you finally muster out. "What" Joel asks, gaze softening slightly. "I could have fucking died too, but you don't care, I'm not Ellie, so why would you care?". "Please don't say that" Ellie says, pleading with you, she doesn't want you to feel that way, of course Joel cares just as much about you. "Huh, Joel. What about me?" you ask as you feel a tear running down your cheek, your heart breaks.

Joel still stares at you with incredibly complex frustration. When he doesn't say anything else, you just nod, tears running down your cheeks. You turn around, small sobs escaping. You start walking in the direction you were walking in before you got attacked.

They walk behind you, everyone is silent and you haven't decided if you will continue this journey with them. The sadness is eating at you but at least now you know, you know that you don't measure up to Ellie and you never will. The worst part is that you weren't sad or scared that you almost died. You were heartbroken because Joel didn't care. You love them, and you don't blame Ellie for anything, but it hurts to know you're not good enough.

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Tell me if you want part two besties and of course you can give me inspos and critique 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[myoongicm]

La música era tan esencial para t/n, que su cerebro necesitaba una buena dosis todos los días, de lo contrario, sentía un vacío y aburrimiento.

Pero hoy sus canciones de consuelo no estaban funcionando y su mente se agotaba rápidamente. La vida adulta era un reto enorme y a veces sentía que las responsabilidades la ahogaban. Sin embargo, no expresaba sus preocupaciones porque no quería ser una carga para nadie.

Como consecuencia, no aguantó más y explotó. Empezó a llorar en silencio, ya no tenía control sobre sus emociones. Iba a dejar que sus lágrimas cayeran una tras otra.

No se enteró que Bella había entrado a la habitación. Estaba tan concentrada en su dolor que no podía reaccionar a los ruidos.

"t/n, ¿quieres hablar sobre lo que te está pasando", preguntó Bella mientras la abrazaba.

Lo último que deseaba era preocupar a Bella, pero una vez más había llegado en el momento indicado.

"Ser adulta es tan casado, Bells. Siento que mi cerebro funciona más lento y eso estropea mis planes", confesó t/n mientras se alejaba de Bella.

Sabía que iba a ponerse peor si seguía abrazándole. Así que optó por entrelazar sus manos con las de su pareja.

"Es completamente válido sentirte cansada, querida. A veces la vida no es fácil y en esos momentos, hay que detenerse para respirar profundo y encontrar una manera para despejar la mente. Entiendo completamente que te sientas frustrada al ver que tus planes no marchan como los imaginaste, pero sé lo fuerte que eres. Y sé que sos capaz de superar este momento tan difícil."

t/n a veces pensaba que las palabras de Bella eran como magia. Inmediatamente, causaban un efecto positivo.

"Tengo una idea, ¿qué tal si tenemos una tarde de karaoke?", preguntó Bella mostrando su hermosa sonrisa.

"Preferiría escucharte cantar", la propuesta sonaba interesante, no obstante, quería escuchar la dulce voz de Bella.

Amaba con toda su alma escuchar a Bella tocar la guitarra y le fascinaba cuando componía canciones. Era increíble que una persona fuera tan talentosa y creativa. Pero lo que más apreciaba eran los momentos en los cuales Bella le tocaba una canción para calmar su ansiedad o disminuir su estrés.

Bella no lo dudó ni un segundo y tomó su guitarra, que estaba cerca.

"I have... I have a pen, I have an apple..", t/n rió e interrumpió a Bella con un golpe suave.

"¿Canté tan mal?", preguntó fingiendo dolor mientras tocaba su hombro que fue "golpeado".

t/n no respondió. Solo acercó sus dedos a la mejilla de Ramsey. Amaba tocar aquel rostro tan suave y hermoso.

Seguidamente, depositó un beso en aquellos labios que la volvían loca.

"Creo que me siento mejor", susurró Bella, para después colocar sus dedos sobre las cuerdas de la guitarra.

"Baby, this love. I'll never let it die. Can't be touched by no one, I'd like to see 'em try. I'm a mad man for your touch, girl, I've lost control. I'm gonna make this last forever, don't tell me it's impossible. 'Cause I love you for infinity, oh, oh, oh. I love you for infinity, oh, oh, oh"

No tenía dudas de que era una mujer con mucha suerte. La persona que más amaba en este mundo la consentía siempre.

Verle le provocaba miles de emociones y deseos. Quería abrazarle, tocarle su cabello e incluso saltar encima de Bella para después besarle todo su bello rostro.

Pero su cerebro decidió elegir la última opción.

Cuando Bella terminó de cantar y le sonrió, supo que era momento de quitarle la guitarra. Y así lo hizo, la colocó en el suelo con mucho cuidado.

Bella mostraba confusión y t/n le devolvió la sonrisa cuando se tiró encima de Bella.

Le empezó a dar muchos besos por todo su rostro. Lo cual, Bella amaba con toda su alma.

Holaa! Les confieso que me cuesta tener ideas, mi mente a veces pasa en blanco. Así que si tienen alguna me pueden decir, sería de mucha ayuda <3

[pedge-stuff]

102 degrees (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked.” drop a line if you have a sug. (:

summary: maybe it's the fever talking, but Pedro might finally be ready to go public with your relationship.

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It’s not a whine, per se— more like a thin, whistle-y exhale as the press tents come into view. A noise of quiet resignation; Pedro is exhausted, and the night hasn’t even started. 

There is little comfort you can offer. You’ve been careful not to touch his face or hair throughout the ride, per the explicit instructions of Mira. This has left you no option but the back of his neck, between the high collar of his overcoat and the lowest hang of his curls. You thumb rhythmically over the overly-warm, slightly damp skin. Small comforts. 

Of course he’d wake up with the flu on the day of the biggest premiere of his career thus far. “Fucking shit-ass karma,” he’d groaned between dry heaves over the toilet that morning. Three negative covid tests and a house-call IV drip later (celebrity medical care is, you’ve come to realize, very fucking weird), he was semi-functional. But fucking miserable.

This once, you’ll give your grown ass boyfriend a pass for whining. 

Though the windows are tinted, you are quick to remove your hand as the car pulls up. He is anxious enough about the evening, without having to worry about people seeing. You know the drill— low profile has basically become your middle name. The only thing worse than having the flu on premiere night, you muse, would probably be Pedro getting outed to the world. 

“It’s going to be fine,” you insist softly, squeezing his knee. “Carpet, premiere, talkback, reception. Easy.” 

He straightens out of his slump against you, taking a deep breath. “Easy,” Pedro repeated, unconvincingly. He sighs.

“Then a full cap of NyQuil and no alarm tomorrow morning.” 

You dare to grip his hand, one last time, as the car slows to a stop. He brings yours to his lips, and presses a (noticeably fever-warm) kiss to the exposed skin of your wrist.

"Only thing getting me through this is the prospect of going back to bed with you tonight."

"Mr. Pascal, are you coming on to me?"

He offers a weak chuckle. "Ask me again when I'm not about to barf in the back of an Uber."

The car slows to a stop. Another deep breath, as Pedro slips an easy mask back into place. "Carpet, premiere, talkback, reception."

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There are layers to the whole thing. You don’t begrudge his hesitancy, to publicly reveal your relationship. The few times a pap has caught you out together, the TMZ byline is something along the lines of “Pedro Pascal Seen Strolling Sunset with SNL Sidekick.” Perks of heteronormativity, you suppose. 

It’s all him. You’ve been out for a long, long ass time— frankly, never thought you’d go back in, til suddenly you’re signing an NDA and attaching yourself at the hip to a man whose hand you can’t hold in public. 

It’s not that he’s ashamed. (He reassures you of this often.) He’s just private, and unwilling to pop a bubble he’s lived comfortably in for the better part of five decades; sometimes, his perspective on (and fear of) public homophobia speaks volumes to the age gap between you. 

So you stand back, under the cover of the press tents, watching Pedro walk the carpet. You’re in good company— Mira and Coco track him beside you with narrowed eyes, vigilantly monitoring him for accidental hair touches or makeup smudges. 

He sways on his feet between interviews. Your heart clenches.

The carpet is short, much less elaborate than the ones at awards ceremonies. After a few interviews and a series of photographs, everyone starts slowly making their way into the theater.

You hang back in the lobby, a little unsure of how to proceed. There is guest seating in the mezzanine, mostly for the press reporters and various network reps in attendance. It's not a big venue. The main seating is reserved, obviously, for the people actually associated with the show. And their guests. Which is, technically, you, but... Well.

You maybe should have ironed this out prior to arrival. The whole flu thing kinda took priority.

"Yo!" There is a light shove on your shoulder. Bella, flush with excitement and fresh off the carpet, pulls you in for a quick hug. "Your man is so unwell."

They are laughing, though your heart clenches. Poor baby. "This would only happen to him," you agree. "He come in already?" You'd been scanning the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Like a fan. (A fan that spent the better part of the morning pressing a cold washcloth to his neck, sitting on the bathroom floor.)

Bella cocked an eyebrow. "You guys are so fucking weird about this shit." They are privy to the details, courtesy of Pedro. Apparently it was a hot topic of conversation while killing time on set. You'd received many a FaceTime during long stop-downs between takes; calls you'd assume were your boyfriend, but had Bella cackling on the line after you picked up.

As if on cue, a mass of black fabric appears in your periphery.

"Are you conspiring to put me out of my misery?" Pedro is still wearing his 'everything is fine and I'm doing great' press smile.

"Duh." Bella smooths down the front of their blazer. "I think it's gonna start soon? I gotta find my mom."

They wade back into the dwindling crowd, leaving you and your germy boyfriend in the corner. Pedro's eyes are closed, as he takes measured breaths through his nose.

"Oh babe," you whisper quietly. "I'm sorry this is happening to you."

He softens. "It's okay. I'm okay. Gonna be honest, I'm relieved we're about to sit down for a couple hours."

"Just a few more hours left, that's all. I'll see you at the reception?" Your eyes drift to the door upstairs, behind the velvet rope separating press and attendees.

“Are we not—“ He clears his throat, voice breaking weakly. “Are we not sitting together?”

His eyes are glassy, but lack the same fever-bright quality he’d woken up with. The crease between his eyes deepens as he frowns. This feels like the start of a larger conversation that most definitely will not be happening in the lobby of the Regency Village Theater. 

“We can,” you offer cautiously. “If that is what you want.” 

A large, slightly trembly hand grasps your shoulder. “Of course that’s what I want, love. ‘M sorry. It’s dark, it’s safe, I just… I’m so tired.” The last part is admitted in a pained whisper. Your heart aches. It takes a concerted effort to not reach out and touch him. (It usually does, in public. He is a tactile aficionado– preens over little touches, forehead kisses, the brush of your hand over his hair. You offer these so frequently in private, that in public, your hand twitches regularly against the impulses.)

Pedro's manager waves from the other side of the room. He musters a small smile, releasing the grip on your shoulder. "Premiere, talkback, reception. Bed."

In the stiff theater seats, he leans so far over the armrest, you know his back will be sore later. But he tucks himself into your side the moment the lights dim, head on your shoulder. The frame of his glasses digs into your neck, and you couldn't care less. Your focus is on the lines he is tracing into your palm, large hand cupping yours in your lap.

The show is fantastic. Of course. The talkback is short, courtesy of Craig, and the reception is informal enough that you are in-and-out. Pedro makes the rounds while you make awkward small talk with Bella's mom (whose name you always forget, dammit, but she's lovely nonetheless). Take two sips of some cocktail called "Look for the Light" and wait for your cue to leave. Though you remain blissfully flu-free, you have been anticipating the conclusion of this evening as strongly as Pedro.

The Uber home has to make an emergency stop, so the star of the evening can puke water and crackers on the side of Mulholland Drive. You tip well.

And then, hours after he stepped onto the carpet, the prophecy is fulfilled. Pedro is tucked into bed, dogs at his feet, empty but blue-tinged medicine cap discarded on the nightstand beside a mug of water and his glasses.

His face is smushed into the pillow. Eyelids at half-mast, as he watches you change out of your simple suit and into a pair of well-loved flannel bottoms.

You don't need a shirt. On cue, your boyfriend octopus-latches as you slide under the covers, head resting on your bare collarbone.

"You did good tonight," you say, through a yawn. Reach up to tug the chain on the bedside lamp. Your other hand cards through Pedro's hair, detangling little clumps of hair spray he was too tired to brush out. "'M so proud of you."

"I mean it," he whispers back. "It's time. I'm sick of not being able to hold your hand."

Your lips brush his temple. 'We can talk about it tomorrow."

"Plenty of time for it," he mumbles, right on the cusp of sleep. "Since we're not leaving this bed."

[bambieyedoll]

hii could i request a bella x singer reader. maybe something by taylor swift? <3

hi, love ! thank you for your request. that’s such a cute idea, i enjoyed writing this and i hope you like it too. ♡

⊹ 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ

music was everything to you.

you started your own youtube channel at the age of sixteen, uploading covers with nothing more than your guitar, which was gifted to you when you were a kid.

who would’ve thought that a couple of years later you were going to be working on your debut album? the popularity you gained with the support of your fans was turning your life into a dream come true.

you’ve been working hard on your songs and lyrics. some nights when the inspiration hit, you stayed up with your computer on your lap until sunrise. some other nights, you fell asleep on uncomfortable positions while writing sitting on your desk. you just wanted to show your gratitude.

thankfully for you, there was someone who had been by your side through the whole album-making process and sleepless nights taking care of you.

“babe?” bella called before entering your room only to find you sitting on the bed with the guitar in your hands. a small laugh left their lips at the sight, these days you were always found using your notebook, computer or guitar. without fail.

“today’s supposed to be your free day, young lady” they playfully scolded you with their hands on their hips before making that cute characteristic pout of theirs with their lips.

you two were inseparable from the moment you met. quickly became best friends but always wished you were more. everyone could tell except for the two of you who were painfully oblivious. it wasn’t a surprise for any of your family members when bella finally confessed and you became a couple. the laughter (and teasing) never ended that day.

“i wasn’t working, i swear!” you innocently smiled at them and looked down to the guitar. “i actually wanted to play something for you” your fingers gently traced the strings with a familiar feeling coming to you.

you remembered the night you met. two shy teenagers stealing glances at each other through the room full of people. your families were attending a neighborhood party and there they were. you noticed them but wouldn’t dare to start a conversation, too introverted for that. it wasn’t until your sibling introduced you that you learned their name was bella and from that moment on, your story started.

you came home that night and wouldn’t stop thinking about them. you were a mess of new feelings, everything in your life just turned upside down. as usual, you recurred to music to try and understand what you were feeling and that’s when “enchanted” by taylor was officially coronated as your most played song.

“it’s a special song to me” you let them know beforehand and saw how bella kneeled to sit in front of you to pay all their attention to only you.

bella made sure you knew how much they admired you and your art. your voice was their favorite sound in the whole world and if you asked them, they would describe it as an angelic, soothing lullaby to their ears. there was no doubt bella was your number one supporter. just as you were theirs.

you instantly smiled at their sweet gesture and when you looked into their eyes you could see it right there. the indescribable love you felt for each other and your source of inspiration.

with a small sigh and an open heart, you started playing your treasured song chords and your voice quickly joined.

(…)

“your eyes whispered “have we met”

across the room, your silhouette

starts to make its way to me”

bella’s shoulders relaxed as your voice filled the silent room. the delicate way you played and sang moved them deeply and they listened to every word you intoned.

(…)

“and it was enchanting to meet you

all i can say is i was enchanted to meet you”

you looked up at them as the melody went on creating a dreamy background for an intimate moment. bella could only blink as if they were in slow motion, their mind taking them back to the night they saw you for the first time.

(…)

“this is me praying that

this was the very first page

not where the story line ends

my thoughts will echo your name

until i see you again

these are the words i held back

as i was leaving too soon

i was enchanted to meet you”

(…)

the moment you finished, you slowly opened your eyes. you didn’t even remember when exactly you closed them. bella’s heart was beating like a drum, their fingers touching their lower lip as a “fool in love” type of smile appeared on their face.

“please, let me kiss you” was all they could say with a breathy tone before they stood up and tackled you to the bed. carefully laying the guitar on the side making sure you didn’t get hurt in any way.

your giggles filled the room as bella’s kisses went from your cheeks to tip of your nose to you chin and then your forehead. they pecked you a thousand times and you just stayed there giggling with your face squished in their soft palms.

@poeverse

[goofygooberdays]

What is your favorite Ellie Williams quote/ line? I swear, my search bar fucking hates me and I can’t find anything I like 🙃

[themxlkyyway]

Ideas

I have an Idea for a series of Tlou, but I still don’t know with who, its so hard to pick and base of which one is its a slightly different story.

Who would you like?

Or if you have someone else i would take it in consideration 🥹🫶🏻

[charismatic-writer]

We Will Heal Together __________________

Relationship/Pairing : Joel and Ellie

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Angst

Word Count : 1,475

Warnings: Major themes of suicide, description of suicide attempt, reference to past sexual assault, firearms, knifes. Proceed with caution

Summary: Ellie cannot take the memories of David playing over in her head, so she tries to take her own life. Comfort ensues.

_____________________

If Ellie was going to go through with this, it would be now. Joel is asleep, and it's pitch black. She holds her gun in her right hand, and her switchblade in the other. She can’t take the nightmares anymore. She can’t stand to see Joel try so hard to make her happy, when there is nothing he can do. She doesn’t want him to be upset because she isn’t happy. It isn’t his fault. She can feel David’s hands all over her all day every day, his words ringing through her ears. She can’t stand it. She needs him gone. She needs to get rid of David once and for all.

She sneaks out of her room, and down the stairs, careful to avoid the squeaky step halfway down. She opens the door slowly, just enough so she can slip out onto the porch. She walks down the steps, and across the yard to the old barn. Hopefully it’s far enough from the house. She wouldn’t want to wake Joel up. He's already done too much for her.

She slips down the wall, sitting on the floor against it. Her hand shakes as she grips the gun. She holds it up to her temple, hesitating. She lowers it momentarily, setting it on the floor.

Breathe Ellie. Just breathe

She raises the gun again, the cold metal presses against her head as she fiddles with the trigger.

Just pull the damn trigger Ellie. Just fucking pull it!

Her hands are shaking violently, trying to keep the gun steady against her head. She presses her finger to the trigger, and

BAM.

A tree branch slams against the window of the barn, making Ellie flinch. In a state of fear, her hands shake more and more, and her hands clamp up. She squeezes the gun, not aware of where she squeezes and another loud bang rings out through the barn.

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Joel jumps out of bed at the sound of the gun shot. He grabs a flashlight from his bedside table, and his feet are on the floor in the matter of seconds. He rushes down the hallway to Ellie’s room. He swings the door open, and his eyes widen in horror when he realizes Ellie isn’t there. Joel turns quickly, and rushes down the stairs. He swings the front door open, and runs out onto the street.

“Ellie!!” Joel yells out into the dark. He looks around the property frantically.

He makes his way across the yard and to the barn. The shot sounded close, and the barn was right across the field. Opening the door, he stops dead in his tracks at the sight before him.

Ellie was slumped over against the wall, the gun on the floor next to her open hand. There was blood gushing down the side of her face. Joel runs to her side, and lays her on her back. He presses two fingers to the base of her neck. She has a pulse. It’s weak, but it’s a pulse nonetheless. Joel scoops her up into his arms. One arm around her back, and the other behind her knees. He holds her close as he runs to the stable. He hoists Ellie onto the horse, and holds her to his chest

“C’mon Ellie, c’mon baby girl, please stay with me. Don't die on me Ellie. I can’t lose another daughter.” Joel mumbles to Ellie, riding quickly into town.

He makes his way to the hospital, and bursts through the doors. He cradles Ellie in his arms, his shirt covered in her blood. His mind flashes back to Sarah. Her whimpers and cries as he pressed his hands to her stomach. He refuses to go through that all over again. He was covered in Ellie's blood. It was soaked into his shirt. Just like Sarah's was that night.

A couple doctors rush to Joel, and before he knew it, Ellie was out of his arms, and in the ER. He paces, waiting anxiously for any updates on Ellie. Each second felt like hours as he waited. All he could think about was how he could possible lose Ellie, too. He couldn’t live with himself if he allowed another child to die in his care. Ellie is everything to him, and he doesn’t know what he would do if he lost her. He prays to whatever God is out there that Ellie will live. He prays, and he prays over and over again until a doctor walks out, removing his surgical mask from his face.

Joel looks up in anticipation. The doctor stands in front of him.

“She's going to be just fine. The bullet grazed only her scalp, so not much damage was done. We were able to stop the bleeding with no problems, and expect her to make a full recovery.”

Thank God.

Joel sighs, relieved. “When can I see her?”

“She’s still getting settled in her room. I will have a nurse get you when she is settled.”

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It only takes 15 minutes for the nurse to get her settled in the room. It was small, but cozy. Ellie opens her eyes just a tad, the fluorescent lights shining into her face. Her head still hurt, and she felt groggy.

The nurse leaves for a couple minutes, but returns with someone else. Ellie didn’t even need to look to know who it was. Joel walks to her bedside, kneeling next to it.

“Ellie…” he starts. “Ellie what happened?”

She hesitates. How does she tell Joel that she tried to fucking kill herself? ‘Oh yeah, the man that tried to rape me is constantly haunting my dreams, and shooting myself is the only way to make it stop.’ Absolutely not.

Instead, she just shrugs her shoulders. She didn’t want to talk about it. The bandages on her head covered most of the right side of her head, and it was really fucking getting on her nerves. It was really hot. Why is it so hot all of the sudden? Why did her chest hurt?

Oh.

She's hyperventilating. Joel is rubbing her shoulder, trying to get her to breathe.

“Ellie, kiddo, you need to breathe baby girl. Deep breaths. In, out, in, out.”

It was helping. Before she knew it, her chest no longer hurt, and she could breathe again. It was still incredibly hot, but she could deal with it. Joel guides her to lay back against the pillows, pulling the blankets up to cover her.

“We'll talk about it when you’re ready. Okay?”

Ellie just nods. She closes her eyes, drifting off to sleep.

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When morning comes, Ellie wakes up to Joel laying on a spare cot near the window. He wasn’t asleep. Just… staring. His eyes here red, and his knuckles were bruised and swollen. He was punching things. He was angry. Ellie made him angry. She shakes her head, and lays back again. It's not the first time, so why did it make her feel so… different.

Joel must have heard her rustling around, because he sits up. He smiles softly at her.

“Do you want any food? Tommy was gunna bring some over.”

She shakes her head. She wasn’t hungry. Her stomach was churning mercilessly. She probably couldn’t keep any food down. Maybe it was the meds.. Or the mass amounts of guilt she was feeling. Joel had taken her all the way into town to the hospital in the middle of the night. She had woken him up.

Joel sits on the edge of her bed. “Can we talk about last night kiddo?”

“Yea..”

Joel puts his hand on her knee, moving his thumb up and down. “El, why did you try to kill yourself?” He makes eye contact. “You know you can talk to me if you need to. I am always here to listen. No matter the time, I will be there if you need me.” Ellie could hear his voice catch in his throat.

“I don’t know.. I just. I couldn’t take David's voice constantly echoing in my head, and he's in all of my dreams. Joel I just- I needed it to stop. I couldn’t take it anymore.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. If she spoke any louder she was afraid she might start crying. She was not going to cry.

“Ellie, you need to talk to me about stuff like that. I can help you. I can’t lose you, too. You are so special to me Ellie. If I lost you, I don’t know what I would do.” Joel’s eyes were glossy now. “We can both figure out how to help you. We Will figure it out. We will heal together. I Promise.”

Ellie nods her head, tears swell in her eyes, and she throws herself into a hug. Joel just holds her close.

“I’ve gotchu baby girl. I’m here.”

And Done!! Hope You Enjoyed!

[xhollandlilsx]

Interview Shenanigans - (Bella Ramsey x Reader)

Summary: Set after TLOU2 has been made and released, Reader plays a character in Dina’s spot. (Sorry Dina).

Warnings: N/A

“Hi I’m Y/N” I smiled at the camera, as I held a bunch of question cards in my hands.

“And I’m Bella, and we are here with moviefone” The brunette next to me beamed holding a set of cards themself.

“And we are gonna be answering some questions, that you guys sent in on instagram and twitter, and then we’re gonna go unscripted and ask our own questions” I nodded looking at them and tilting my head to ask if they were ready, to which they mocked what I was doing and tilted their head too, “I guess we’re ready..”

********

“From Nina W, on Twitter, great question, ‘Did you learn any archery for the role of Ellie?’” I read it aloud, looking at Bella at the end, tapping my non existent nails on the cards in my hand that we had previously written down our unscripted questions.

“I tried, I mean you tried to teach me” Bella laughed slightly at the afternoon I tried to teach them what my dad taught me, and how badly it went, “But no, it’s just.. no.”

“Yeah, I remember you snapped it against your wrist” I laughed holding the cards up to hide it.

“Moving on” They groaned rolling their eyes, “From, Daniel H, on Instagram, ‘Did you manage to steal anything off set Y/N?”

“…” I just let out a laugh before composing myself, “Everything on that set is so expensive, so I think if I were to steal anything, I would get shot. That said… I might’ve taken a certain bracelet…if you know you know.”

“You heard it here folks, Y/N is a thief” They told the camera bringing their lips into a thin line, before looking at me and shaking their head.

“Don’t even pull that one Bella, Ellie’s converse are literally in my wardrobe from when you stole them” I pointed at them, my rings clinking together.

“Wow! Way to out me.” Bella laughed and adjusted their rolled up sleeves.

“We go down together darling.”

***

“Ooo unscripted, let’s be having it, ask me anything Bella.” I challenged turning my body to face them.

“Hmm okay, I actually wanna know this one, when did you realise you weren’t heterosexual?” They asked, before moving that card to the back of the pile.

“Damn, loaded question, I honestly can’t even remember, there’s a lot of women to thank for that,” I smiled, “But I think I was about 13 and I was watching ‘Bend it like Beckham’ and I saw Kiera Knightley or Jade West… has a uh, special place in my heart”

“I’ve actually never seen that film, but I have seen her in Pirates Of The Caribbean and I don’t blame you” They laughed slightly and shrugged.

“We’ll watch it.” I told them and nodded, “Okay, okay, from Mason M on Instagram, ‘What was your favourite non action scene to shoot?’”

“Wow, I like that one, hm, maybe the weed room scene” They mumbled scratching the back of their neck and side eyeing me, to which I let out a laugh, “No no, I think….I think the farm scenes were quite fun, they were cute, or the scene where Ellie finds out Maisie is pregnant”

“Aw I liked that one too” I smiled, and bounced my knee, something I usually did in interviews due to how uncomfortable cameras made me, ironic isn’t it?

“Yeah, the ‘Don’t worry it’s not yours’ always gets me” We both laughed and mumbled to eachother, stuff the camera definitely isn’t picking up on.

“I did like the farm scenes though, especially the one where they’re dancing in the kitchen” I smiled and looked at them with a knowing look, knowing the two of us do that quite alot, randomly dancing around the kitchen to Alexa, while the other is doing something.

“Yeah, that one’s cute” Bella nodded and saw another unscripted pop up on the screen to the side of the camera.

“Unscripted.” I smiled and picked up my cards flopping through them and sighing at how none of them are exciting anymore, so I put them down and brought a hand to my bottom lip messing with it like I usually did while in thought, “See I already know everything about you, so I’m really only asking this for people watching.”

“True true”

“Okay, if the apocalypse were to break out tomorrow, who would you want with you and why?” I asked with a shrug, knowing the question wasn’t good but giving up.

“You. Probably” They squinted closing one eye as they looked at me, messing with one of their earrings.

“Really? Why?”

“Well I mean, you’re good at archery, and you’re pretty much a real life version of my character so I think my odds are better with you, plus, as corny as it sounds I don’t think I’d last without seeing you” They smiled with a shrug laying the cards face down in their lap now.

“Aw that was so cringy but I loved it. And love, you are giving me way too much credit” I laughed.

“Okay who would you not want to be with if it happened?” They asked crossing a leg over their other one resting their ankle on their knee.

“Ki, probably” I scrunched my nose up, knowing he would probably agree but still pretend to be hurt.

“Yeah, he’s not apocalypse material”

“He’s really not. If you don’t know Ki plays Jesse in the show, who is a badass yeah, but Ki is the total opposite. No hard feelings though, love you bro” I laughed as Bella did too both of us covering our smiles with the cards, “Dude cried watching Mamma Mia.”

***

“Last question for both of us here. ‘When did you realise you were interested in eachother and who made the first move?’” They read it out to which I just bought my fingers to the bridge of my nose, Bella and I were quite open about our relationship, but I was an expert at showing the fans everything but nothing, never truly showing them anything other than a random photo here and there.

“When did you realise you liked me?” I asked, a question I already knew the answer to, a question I asked months ago while we were half awake in bed.

“The moment I met you” They smiled slightly eyes trained on me now, from my hair in a messy bun with curled pieces hanging down and framing my face, and falling out of the bun, to my dark green waistcoat, down to my rings and my matching trousers.

“Go on”

“We first met a day before we had to film the snowball fight scene, and we had to do that bonding thing, and you came over and introduced yourself to me with so much confidence and I remember just thinking ‘this girls so cool’ and I was just infatuated” They cringed.

“I acted confident but I was so nervous” I told the camera.

“Why were you nervous?” They asked me looking at me like I had two heads.

“Because I thought you were cute” I replied tilting my head and looking at them, their brown eyes I could get lost in every time.

“I swear I hate you sometimes” They groaned as they rubbed their cheeks to hide the smile that just wouldn’t go away from the camera.

“No you don’t” I winked and we both looked back at the camera.

***

“Thanks to Moviefone for having us. I now want a McDonalds so I will meet you in the car” I told them before standing up and walking off to grab my bag from the chair behind the cameras and directors of the interview.

“I…” Bella watched me walk away leaving them on their own in front of the camera, to which they let out a laugh, “She serious?”

Once they said their goodbyes, they walked over to me shaking their head and nudging me.

A/N: Using they/them pronouns for a fan fiction is still new to me, so please bare with me, and if there’s any gendered pronouns in there please ignore them. Anyway I had this idea, that sounded better in my head but here you go none the less.

[williamswifey]

𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘

pairing ; bella ramsey x fem!reader

summary ; bella surprise visits you after months apart. what happens if they get the wrong idea about seeing you and your friend together? (they/them pronouns used for bella)

content warnings ; none really

a/n ; i’ve been meaning to write a bella fic for FOREVER, expect many more on the way!

masterlist

bella had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. in your early teenage days, before bella’s rise to fame, the two of you spent every day together in your bedroom, pressed up against their chest as the radio played in the background.

flash forward a few years later, bella was not just your best friend, but a lover. the two of you shared an apartment, one that you had shared for a little over a year and a half.

it was quaint, but perfect. the bare walls had been decorated with paintings, photos, random knick knacks, and bella’s guitar. your plants littered the windowsills, giving the sun an opportunity to grow them.

however, in the last few months, it had to begin to feel like bella didn’t live there anymore. of course it wasn’t their fault, as the last of us had just taken off and they were traveling everywhere but here for interviews and such. you were happy for them—truly. you remembered how during your heart-to-hearts with bella, they’d confide in you about how acting was their passion, and now they were finally getting everything they wished for and more.

while bella offered to fly you out to wherever they were to spend some quality time together, you always declined. you were studying at university to become a doctor, and you couldn’t put your life on hold just to visit them. especially when you were so busy yourself, and even if they were home, you probably wouldn’t even see them that often either.

bella made an effort to call you every night, texting nonstop back and forth on the days their schedule wasn’t as busy. you’d hear the way their voice would brighten when talking about their days, and it made you realize the distance was worth it. it was worth it if bella was happy.

still, you felt stupid waiting for them at home like a damsel in distress. you hated the quietness of the apartment, when it was usually filled with you and bella’s laughter.

you tried to ignore the loneliness that blossomed deep within your chest late at night, as you stared longingly at bella’s empty side of the bed. it had become routine to sleep on bella’s side, bundled in their pillows and blankets that smelled enough like them to lull you into an uneasy sleep.

you busied yourself in your studies, spending hours your university’s library until the librarian practically had to drag you out. your grades shot up sky high, and you were immensely proud of yourself. you had even managed to make a few friends from the students in your classes.

a girl named tara had seen you in the library and introduced herself, and the two of you hit it off very quickly. she introduced you to her other friends, hadley and christopher, and suddenly the loneliness wasn’t eating away at you like it had been before.

you had mentioned bella to them once or twice, hadley was dying to meet bella, christopher didn’t believe you about your ‘secret someone’, and tara didn’t really seem to care.

it had been a wednesday afternoon, and classes ended early in the day. tara, christopher, and hadley were at your apartment, eating pizza and binge watching the scream movies.

hadley was laying down on the couch, her legs on christopher’s thighs. you were pressed up besides tara, your head on her shoulder.

you had barely been on your phone all day, after having forgotten to charge it last night, and all afternoon it had been powered off as you spent time with your friends.

you were halfway through the second movie, right when it was getting good. you and your friends were screaming in suspense, so loudly that you almost didn’t notice the unexpected knock at the door.

almost.

“hold on, guys—pause the movie,” you said with a smile on your face, gulping down the rest of your water as you headed for the door.

your hand twisted the doorknob and you suddenly came face to face with bella.

“bella?” you said in disbelief, blinking rapidly.

bella laughed at your expression, you could see the crinkle of their eyes through their glasses.

bella was wearing sweats from top to bottom, their hair in a bun out of their face, with backwards cap. their rings adorned their fingers as they suddenly took your hand in theirs.

“didn’t you see my texts? or my calls?” bella asked, tilting their head.

you felt your face redden in embarrassment, shaking your head.

“my phone has been off all day.” you replied. bella nodded, adjusting their backpack, and you noticed their suitcase behind them.

“i’m sorry, bells,” you said, wrapping your arms around them, “i feel so bad. i would’ve picked you up from the airport.”

bella shrugged, pecking your cheek.

“it’s okay. i just want to get off my feet and take a nap,” bella said, and you felt your face redden more—if that was even possible.

you cringed.

“yeah…so i invited a few of my friends over—but i can totally kick them out! they’ll understand!”

this time it was bella’s turn to cringe. they looked so exhausted, and you felt your chest tighten in shame. the one day you didn’t have your phone—was the day bella decided to come visit.

“no, it’s fine! they can stay,” bella said firmly, “what were you guys doing?” bella questioned.

“we were binging the scream movies. i know you love them and i’d love for you to join us…but if you’re tired i understand.” you weren’t sure where the sudden shyness came from, and you were talking to bella as if they were a stranger. bella agreed with a smile, as you took their hand and led them inside, carrying their things behind you.

you placed bella’s backpack on the kitchen counter, and put their suitcase next to the dining room table. bella followed behind you as you walked back to your friends in the living room.

“hey guys,” you said “this is bella. i would’ve mentioned they were coming earlier, but i didn’t check my phone. ta-da,” you said with a grin, showing bella off with jazz hands as you saw their cheeks redden.

“hi, bella! i’m hadley,” hadley introduced, shooting up from where she sat on the couch as she shook bella’s hand, looking towards you, “it’s nice to put a name to the face, we’ve heard so much about you.”

“really?” tara piped up, “i haven’t heard much of anything.”

you tilted your head in confusion as you assumed she was kidding around. bella glanced your way.

“shut up, tara,” hadley replied, “yes you have,” she said, ruffling tara’s hair.

the room grew awkward for a moment, until christopher introduced himself. the awkwardness seemed to wash away, and you resumed the movies once more. you moved from where you previously sat besides tara as you sat with bella, you were laying on their chest as they played with your hair gently.

bella seemed to be enjoying the movies, as were your other friends. you had to admit you spoke a lot during movies, and you and tara had practically talked through the entire third movie.

you liked tara, she was good freiend…but that’s all she was to you. you were somehow oblivious to tara’s obvious feelings towards you, missing the way she flirted when you spoke and the way she touched your shoulder when you said something funny.

bella noticed, though.

night was beginning to fall as the five of you finished the fourth movie, deciding to call it a night. you knew bella must’ve been exhausted from their travels, so you and your friends bid each other a goodnight.

you began to clean up as bella went to shower, uncharacteristically quiet. when you had finished, you headed upstairs, finding bella in your shared bed, scrolling on their phone.

bella had changed into a loose white t-shirt, black boxers adorning their legs. their hair was down now, slightly damp from their shower.

you crawled in bed besides them, gently plucking their phone out of their hands as they looked towards you.

“i missed you,” you said, bella humming in reply.

“i missed you too,” they said, reaching for their phone once more.

“hey, what’s wrong?” you said, noticing the way their eyebrows were crinkled together, the way they were when they were upset about something.

“nothing,” bella dismissed.

you sighed, taking bella’s face in your hands. their brown eyes bored into yours, as they looked down.

“how come you never told me about tara?” asked bella.

“tara? what about her? she’s just a friend,” you waved off with a shrug.

“does she know that?” bella asked, “i saw the way she was looking at you, touching you.”

you suddenly noticed what was wrong, pressing a kiss to bella’s forehead.

“are you jealous, bells?” you asked suddenly, and bella shrugged.

“i just…i was so excited to see you and i saw you with her. i hadn’t seen you in two months, and we only have five days left before i’m off again.” bella sighed.

“bella, i promise you,” you began, taking her hand, “we will make the best out of the next five days. we’ll get through all the traveling, and one day, when i’m not busy with school and you’re not busy with work, we’ll be able to build a life together, y’know?”

this seemed to make bella feel a little better, you felt their shoulders drop the tension they previously held.

“…you really want to build a life together?” bella asked hopefully, a blush tinting her cheeks.”

“i wouldn’t want to with anyone else but you.”

you and bella spent the next few hours talking about anything and everything. you felt everything clicking into place once more, and everything felt right.

however, bella’s exhaustion seemed to take affect, as their eyes were beginning to close as you gently played with their now-dry hair.

bella’s head was against their pillow, and you noticed they began to sniff it. you were about to question what they were doing, when they suddenly spoke up.

“…why does my pillow smell like you?” bella asked, “not that i’m complaining,” they added sleepily.

“i may or may not have been sleeping on your side of the bed because i missed you.” you mumbled sheepishly, as a giggle erupted from bella, and they suddenly turned your face towards them and planted a kiss on your lips.

yeah, you missed this.

[lilpotatjj]

hiiii, I love Ur style of writing. I was wondering if you could write bella ramsey smut. Idm what abt I'm js obsessing over them atm haha

A/N: sry that it took me so long. Here you go. Just raw smut without big story cause we all are horny aren't we? ;) enjoy and thx so much for ur request

Warning: SMUT, a bit language, horny Bella and Fem!Reader, just raw smut

Masterlist

☆Pure Pleasure☆

"You said you'd be home at 8p.m.!" Your eyes drift disappointedly to Bella, who is just coming in the door and taking off her shoes.

"Sorry honey, but some of the scenes didn't work out the way I imagined. That's why we shot longer. I'm sorry"

She takes a shower and shortly afterwards comes out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel, and sits down with you. But your gaze does not cross hers. "Hey, seriously, I'm really sorry. Are you mad?"

"What does it look like?"

"Well...that you're mad?" She says, trying to catch your gaze, in which she fails miserably.

"We've had almost no time together in the last four weeks...no TV night or just hanging out"

"Then we'll do it soon" Bella looks at you determinedly.

"That's not enough for me..." your gaze continues to avoid Bella's.

"What...? What else is there?" Her face speaks question marks.

"Bella I'm frustrated. Can't you tell? We both sleep when we're tired and what about this between us? I miss you...I miss your body!" Now you finally look at her.

"Oh...you mean...-" she doesn't get any further cause you can't hold on any longer and kiss her stormily. A little taken by surprise by your wildness, she only hesitantly responds to your kiss.

"You want now? Are you sure?" She looks at you uncertainly.

"Bella...if we don't have sex right now, I'm going to go crazy!" You look deep into her eyes. Now it's Bella who suddenly kisses you, at first reservedly, but slowly much more dominantly.

She pushes you down on the bed and continues to kiss you wildly, laying on top of you.

"Take your fucking clothes off!" You sit up and let Bella help you get rid of your clothes. Undressed, she goes at you again without hesitation, kissing you further and the two of you have a fight for the lead.

You claw at her hair and she presses against you. "You'll beg me to stop when I start!" Bella's gaze is fixed on you, completely aroused.

"Prove it to me!" You challenge her out, biting her lips tenderly and demandingly between kisses.

You press your pelvis against Bella's and beg for satisfaction without saying anything. She grins cheekily and teases you, pushing her pelvis away so it doesn't touch yours.

"Oooh..come on baby..don't make me squirm!" You pout, looking to the side, which Bella takes advantage of and starts kissing you behind the ear, moving on to your neck and shoulder to elicit a sweet moan.

"That's my girl" Bella breathes tenderly into your ear and touches one of your breasts just to provoke you further. "I want to hear your sweet voice" her grip tightens, just to make it clear who is in charge.

You groan and look lost into her eyes. Eyes in which you can simply lose yourself. She works her way to your chest with her kisses, her fingers moving directly to your golden centre and gently caressing your clit.

The gentle movements only make you more melt and you feel how charged you are with all the tingling and the cold shivers running down your spine.

She just circles very slowly, which almost makes you boil over, the abstinence between you both was too long.

"Slow down! slow down! Too fast....I'll cum....too soo- Bella! wait!" but she doesn't think about it, grins contentedly and lets all the beautiful feelings wash over you while you squeeze your eyes together and moan loudly giving yourself totally to Bella.

You need a moment to catch your breath. "Bella kisses you and lies down on top of you.

"Too soon..." the disappointing undertone can't be ignored. Bella smirks and rubs her sweet spot right over yours. You look a little surprised into her eyes, but you don't feel any overstimulation, the desire is still too great.

A sweet moan but this time from her, she kisses you tenderly, leaving you no pause to catch your breath.

"Jeezz you're all wet" Bella's breathing gets more ponderous. She keeps biting your neck, leaving little marks and licking it apologetically. "I want everyone to see that you're mine!" She keeps nibbling, moaning into it and getting faster in her movements.

"You're too naughty!" With a blurry look you try to catch her sight but she hides in your neck.

"I'm about to cum baby" Bella wheezes.

"Oh dare you hide! I want to see you" you grab her chin and push her up gently and firmly so that you can see her almost helplessly pathetic lost look.

Her legs tremble and her breath quivers with excitement. "You are so pretty when you cum!" You grin playfully and join in with her moans. Both of you are a moaning mess, enjoying each other.

You both reach your climax clearly audible. You gasp for air, Bella's legs trembling and she falls on top of you, exhausted.

"Sounded like I wasn't the only one who needed it" you kiss her hair and hug her tightly. "I love you"

"I love you too darling" her head rests relaxed on your chest "I'll try to find more time. We'll soon be through with the long drawn out scenes"

"It's ok...I'll wait for you as long as I have to".

"You are so sweet" Bella smirks in love.

[simpinberry]

omg babe i love your bella ramsey hcs, can you write hcs of bella ramsey comforting upset or insecure reader 💘

!!!!hehehehhe guys i’m so excited i got my first ask yayayayy!! also yes ofc i can <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)>

im gonna do 3 diff scenarios that my brain came with up :>

✧ you could not get yourself to like yourself today. it was just one of those days where you need a little bit of extra reassurance :,) exiting your room and marching over to your lovely s/o sitting on the couch, placing yourself completely on top of her. “oh-okay, this is new, oww babe my glasses” you’d shush her and snuggle closer into him. “do u still love me?” istg the loudest silence broke over yall. bellas annoying and immediate reaction would be just super sarcastically offended. once she realises you’re serious, she’d be excited that this was her moment. they’d go on for a good thirty minutes, talking about how beautiful they find you. placing a kiss on his favorite features of yours, telling you how you belong in a fairytale book cuz he sometimes questions how you’re even real. she’d tell you in detail how down bad she was (and still is) when he first met you. would really get into explaining how much he admires you, respects how talented you are, loves all of your quirks, adores your lil annoying habits. she’d finish saying, “i’m so lucky to be able to exist at the same time as you and even luckier to get the honour to love you” and then BOOM YOU GET ALLLL SHYY AND GIGGLY “thank u i needed that :,)” “can we make out now or?”

✧ one night, she’d come home to find you attempting to make dinner whilst literally sobbing. she’d immediately be concerned noticing that you’re actually bawling and not cutting any onions. “sweets? what’s the matter?” she’d immediately offer you a hug that you sink into. you explain that you were frustrated because you really wanted to make her favorite meal and everything that could’ve gone wrong did. she’d chuckle slightly at you and cup your face with her hands, making you face her. she’d tell you you’re absolutely adorable and that she really appreciates the effort. she’d pat your head and run her fingers through your hair telling you that it’s okay to fail sometimes and how you shouldn’t be so harsh on yourself. she’d tell you to go take a hot shower/wash your face and they’d clean up the whole kitchen :,(( she would order some food from your favorite close by restaurant tooo. you guys would spend the rest of the night curled up together on the couch watching your comfort movie :>

✧ bella was on her way over to your apartment and he was late :( you had just failed one of your important uni assignments and you were sat on ur bed, crushed. to put it simply you were disappointed in yourself because you know you didn’t put enough into it and that’s why u got 33%. really all you wanted was your bella, her comforting smell and contagious giggle. tears filled up your eyes thinking about how mad your dad was gonna be and oh god, your mom was gonna say all that shit and go on her little rant and ugh :((( “what’s up loser, i bring choc brownies” bella happily bursting through the door with her mocking american accent. you faced away from her, trying to wipe your face. noting your unusual silence they scoot over to you, reaching out and taking your wrist in his hand. you finally face her with blood shot eyes and a runny nose :( her face softens and she engulfs you in a tight hug, bring you onto her lap. you let go and sob into her chest, feeling a little relieved. you guys rock back and forth for a bit until bella speaks up, “you wanna tell me what happened?”. so you do <3 you tell him everything, how you highkey feel like a failure, your parents and all the stress. you finish speaking with a shaky deep breath. they’d start by giving you soft kisses all over your face, dancing from your forehead to your eyes onto both cheeks and then pecking your nose. she’d finish off by giving you a long kiss on the lips, “i’m here and i’m proud of you, i understand your disappointment my love. your worth is not reflected in that test. i love you very much”. before you start crying again he’d pull out the bag of brownies offering you one. he always knew how to make you laugh even in situations like this. “i hate to see you cry my love, m sorry for being late hope the brownies make up for it”

[paigegonerogue]

My Top 5 Shots From Every Ep of TLOU

Episode 8

TW: Gore, David (blegh)

Number #5

This is a pretty “blink and you’ll miss it” shot from the chase scene, but once again, the use of focus and composition here is brilliant. The symbolism of David looming over his men, neatly lined up to him, is so, so good. But also it just looks fantastic!

Number #4

This shot is so good. The show once again uses its shallow depth of field to add to the suspense and intensity of the cinematography. I’m an absolute sucker for shots in which the threat in the background is out of focus, and this one just does it so well. It’s just so good!!

Number #3

The ultra wide shots may never miss, but neither do the ultra close-up shots (or any shots but… y’know…). This is just such a beautiful shot. The horizontal side-profile is incredible, and so is the subtle contrasting lighting. Pedro really sells it, too. You can see the emotion in his eyes.

Number #2

Episode 8 of TLOU is the least scenic of the episodes. It takes place in ruined houses and gray cells, far calls from the cityscapes or wilderness of the other episodes. Yet somehow the director and cinematographer were able to use lighting, focus, and composition to keep this episode as gorgeous as the rest of them. Nowhere is that more evident than in this picture, that somehow the show’s signature shallow depth of field to make these patterns out of the out of focus chain-link and bricks. It’s just a really well done, fantastic looking shot.

Before I reveal my #1, here are some honorable mentions…

A couple gorgeous wide-shots

So good. So, so, so good. The intensity of this shot is palpable. Bella Ramsey is just such an incredible actor!

Great job to the writers and Scott Shepherd, because I genuinely hate David so much that I tried avoiding putting him on my list as much as possible. This was originally #3 but I just… I just couldn’t do it…

This one’s amazing. The contrast, the rim-lighting, it’s just really well done and pretty.

Number #1

God, what to even say about this shot? Not only is it gorgeous, with incredible lighting and the shallow depth of field making the flames out of focus, but it’s also the equivalent of a gut punch in the form of a single frame. The dark, the shifting light, Bella Ramsey’s unreal acting—it’s just incredible. Truly, truly incredible.

Dishonorable Mention…

I hate this shot. I fucking hate this shot. I hate it so, so much. No shot has ever given me such a visceral, disgusted reaction… …but that was the goal so… good job I guess…?

Tune in for ep 9 tmrw!

[myoongicm]

Visita inesperada

El del pronóstico anunciaba fuertes lluvias y bajas temperaturas durante el fin de semana. Para t/n era perfecto, sino había tormenta. Los días de descanso serían tranquilos. Ya hasta había decidido que iba a estar debajo de una cobija mientras llovía.

Pero sus planes cambiaron cuando escuchó que alguien golpeaba la puerta. Realmente, no sabía quién estaba ahí afuera, pero pensaba que esa persona estaba loca. Afuera estaba extremedamente frío como para salir justo cuando llueve.

Se levantó sin ánimos. Alguien había interrumpido el plan que apenas iba a iniciar. Estaba a punto de poner su serie favorita para iniciar un maratón e incluso ya había encontrado la posición perfecta. Pero aquel extraño o conocido le arrebató eso.

Al abrir la puerta se sorprendió. Lo primero que hizo fue correr a traer una toalla para poder secar a esa persona.

"Dios, lo siento, ni siquiera te saludé, Bells", se disculpó t/n mientras le indicaba a Bella que entrara a su casa.

"Gracias, t/n. Fue muy lindo de tu parte preocuparte por mí", Bella sonrió.

T/n se volvió a ir. Esta vez fue a su habitación en busca de ropa cómoda. Al terminar su búsqueda, salió de ahí y le ofreció su ropa holgada a Bella para que se cambiara.

Bella se dirigió al baño mientras t/n le preparaba su bebida favorita.

Eran las 6 pm y deseaba saber por qué estaba allí. Amaba que Bella llegara a visitarla, pero no entendía el motivo de su visita.

- - -

"La bebida está muy rica. Agradezco mucho todo lo que haz hecho por mí", dijo Bella mientras abrazaba fuerte a t/n.

"Bells, ¿por qué no usaste una sombrilla? Ahora es muy probable de que te enfermes", preguntó t/n seria.

Bella comenzó a jugar con sus anillos.

"Es que...la olvidé en la cafetería. Mi amiga me tendió una trampa, se suponía que iríamos solos, pero me di cuenta que era una cita doble. Entonces, tan pronto como pude me escapé y dejé mi sombrilla", confesó en un tono bajo.

"¿Tan mala era la cita?", bromeó t/n mientras le colocaba una cobija alrededor de su cuerpo.

No quería que siguiera sintiendo frío. Quería golpearle por ser tan descuidado, pero al mismo tiempo quería darle un abrazo para transmitirle su calor y amor. Sin embargo, decidió retenerse.

"Pues la verdad la chica era dulce y linda, pero yo prefiero a mi chica linda... por eso estoy aquí, quería estar contigo, no con ella", confesó.

Los ojos de Bella empezaron a brillar, lo cual, era tan irresistible para t/n. Pero decidió tomar aquellas palabras como una broma. Bella no podía estar hablando en serio. Siempre  coqueteaba con todas sus amigas.

"¿Desde cuándo formo parte de tu propiedad?", preguntó t/n bromeando.

Bella siguió jugando con sus anillos. Lo cual, t/n pensaba que era extraño. Bella solo lo hacía cuando tenía nervios o ansiedad. Entonces su sonrisa se borró y se tornó en preocupación.

"Creo que me iré", anunció Bella, pero t/n le detuvo. Le abrazó fuerte. No quería soltarle, quería que se quedara y que ambos vieran su serie favorita. Incluso, quería que se quedara a dormir. Eso si sería el plan perfecto.

Ninguno rompió el abrazo y t/n pudo notar como el corazón de Bella estaba agitado.

"Bells, ¿pasa algo?"

"No lo sé, tal vez el hecho de que me acabo de confesar y me rechazaron", respondió en voz baja.

t/n rompió el abrazo y miró fijamente a Bella, mientras sus rostros se tornaban rojos al mismo tiempo. ¿Eso se ponía llamar conexión, no?

"Pensé que era una broma, lo siento. Aunque no es mi culpa, siempre coqueteas con todos, Ramsey", se excusó.

Bella tenía sus dudas, pero la incertidumbre le cansaba. Ya no quería seguir esperando ni pensar en los posibles escenarios. Así que tomó el rostro de t/n y conectó sus labios con aquellos labios rosados.

Y el mejor escenario posible sucedió. Su beso fue respondido por esos labios suaves que anhelaba besar desde hace meses atrás. Sintió que t/n también había estado esperando aquel momento por mucho tiempo.

- - -

T/n le tomó la mano a Bella mientras se dirigían al sofá. Y agradeció mentalmente que su amiga le llevó a aquella cita qué le impulsó a confesarse.

"Espera", dijo Bella mientras buscaba su celular.

Puso una canción llamada So into you de Atlanta Rhythm Section y tomó a t/n de la cintura.

"¿Me concedes el deseo de bailar contigo?", preguntó mientras alzaba la ceja, a lo cual t/n rió.

T/n sintió como Bella la acercaba más a su cuerpo y su corazón se empezó a agitar. Nunca había podido admirar aquella sonrisa tan preciosa de cerca hasta ahora...

Después de volver al planeta tierra, colocó sus manos alrededor del cuello de Bella.

Bella tenía confianza en sí misme, que incluso guiaba a t/n en aquel baile lento, pero romántico.

"Ramsey, ¿quién fue tu maestro o maestra de baile?"

"Pedro. Pedro me enseñó estos movimientos para conquistarte, ¿están funcionando?", le preguntó mientras miraba sus labios.

T/n le pegó en el brazo. Sabía que lo decía con el propósito de ponerla tímida y claramente estaba funcionando.

"Aww, estás sonrojada", sonrió lleno de ternura.

Sus manos recorrieron las mejillas de t/n. Y ella decidió cambiar el juego.

"Si esas palabras salen de esa boca irresistible, ¿cómo no lo voy hacer?", respondió y después le dio un beso.

Ahora ella era quien controlaba y derretía a Bella.

[pedge-stuff]

trailer reunion (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked," as always. this one skews a little more m! and a little less gn!, apologies if that puts anyone off.

thanks, as always, for everything.

summary: 5 weeks is a long, long time.

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Your leg won’t stop bouncing. It’s not your fault, really— it’s the Edmonton Airport’s, for having such a conveniently located Tim Hortons, right outside the baggage claim. After the 7-hour red eye from JFK, with the connection through Toronto, the coffee was necessary.

The caffeine isn’t entirely to blame, though. If the taxi wouldn’t stop going so fucking slow, maybe you’d settle down. But the traffic is unyielding, so the 20 minute drive to your heartfelt reunion is looking more like 45. Apparently, shutting part of the city down to film a TV show really screws up peoples’ commutes. You’d waited long enough (a month and six days, but who’s counting?), surely an extra half-hour won’t kill you. But in the taxi, the minutes seem to stretch into years.

The filming schedule for The Last of Us has been brutal. From what Pedro has told you, there was apparently a strain to film both the first and second episode back-to-back; something about using the same locations and exterior shots. For him, it has meant a marathon of shooting… the only downside to being the star of the show.

SNL’s new season was in full swing anyways, so you’d had plenty to keep you busy. Spent enough late nights at 30 Rock, after many a panicked call to the dog walker, that you barely had to inhabit his otherwise vacant condo. You talked every night, usually Facetiming before bed, but the distance was wearing on you both.

Now, the only thing in between you and your man is this fucking traffic jam.

Though this wasn’t a surprise visit— you’d booked the flight as soon as you’d realized the SNL hiatus week lined up with The Last of Us breaking to change locations for the next episode— you did have one trick up your sleeve. Or, more accurately, under your mask.

You’d been attempting to grow facial hair well before meeting Pedro, but it had been a sparse and largely unsuccessful endeavor until very recently. Your jawline had filled in between your sideburn and chin, albeit slightly patchy. You’d been hiding it over Facetime, opting for regular calls a bit more and hoping he wouldn’t notice. Not the craziest surprise, but still, your heart thrums at the prospect of finally sharing it with him.

Of course, once you arrive to set, the obstacles multiply.

Some college kid in a neon yellow vest stops you before you’ve even managed to remove your duffle from the trunk of the cab.

“Covid testing is this way, please follow me,” he insists tersely. Self-consciously, you adjust the KN95 strap around your ear.

The kid leads you to a tent, where two people in full white hazmat suits, complete with gloves and face shields, ask your name and instruct you to pull down your mask. (There’s a joke in there somewhere, about infection at a show about infected, but you get the sense it might be inappropriate to fool around here.)

Once swabbed and registered, you move to leave, scanning the exit for anyone who might be able to help you navigate onto set. But you are immediately blocked by a hazmat woman.

“You need to wait for the rapid to clear,” she insists, pointing to a row of folding chairs. “Fifteen minutes.”

Fifteen minutes, after 5 weeks. Just fifteen minutes. You resign yourself to a seat by the door.

It’s 4pm. You were supposed to have arrived during a stop down between shots— timed so that Pedro would be in his trailer, and accessible, when you arrived. It feels like that window is physically, tangibly closing as you watch the second-hand tick slowly. 

 Initially, you’d been hesitant to join him on set at all, but he’d insisted you come meet his “second family.” You’d met several of his colleagues via Facetime, when he’d called you from his trailer. Bella, in particular, you’ve taken a liking to— they pepper you with whispered questions about transitioning and gripes about the gender binary when Pedro has been forced to hand over the phone.

You check your phone. Nothing from Pedro, although his little blue dot looks stationary when you pull up FindMyFriends. The clock ticks. There is a burning sting each time you blink— that third cup of coffee is wearing off, and the 5am wake-up this morning is starting to catch up to you. Really, all you want to do is go back to your partner’s hotel room, said partner in tow, curl up on the king-sized and fall asleep watching some West Wing rerun. (Maybe also shower together, and then some. You can keep yourself awake for that.)

Finally, finally, finally, the hazmat woman returns. “You’re clear,” she announces, handing you a green sticker to adhere on your jacket. You make it through the tent flap, heart in your throat with anticipation— 

But you have no fucking idea where to go.

A sea of white tents lays before you, stations with people doing things of varying levels of importance. A neon slip of paper points you towards set, but that’s not where you’re headed. Finally, past a corralled group of extras in some really disgusting mushroom prosthetics, and a tent full of picked-over lunch offerings, you spot some trailers in the distance.

And apparently, a stranger with a duffle bag walking quickly towards actors’ trailers, yields a quick security intervention.

In their defense, you definitely look like a crazy person. 

“Do you have a clearance list, or anything?” You beg, discretely craning your neck to see over the guard’s neck. The trailers are right there. There are only a few, it shouldn’t take any time at all to find Pedro. He’s within arm’s reach and yet he couldn’t possibly feel further away as the guard talks code into a very official-looking walkie talkie.

“Roger.” He looks down at you. “Listen, you gotta go man. It’s a clearance-only set, and they’ve got strict covid rules, so—”

The green sticker may or may not get shoved in the man’s face. There may or may not be angry tears threatening to ruin your cool.  “I got covid tested! I’m clean, they let me through. They had me on their list. I’m—”

From behind you, a familiar voice cuts you off. “With me, Robbie.”

You whip around.

Jaw? On the floor.

Pedro looks… really fucking old. His hair has been sprayed gray, wily and wind-swept; the beard, too, is much grayer than normal. It’s all part of a dirty-looking, artificially stained, mostly denim-based costume. You file away for later, how attracted you are to seeing him like this. Jesus Christ.

He looks old, but he is here, and he is grinning at you, and he’s here.

“Aw, shit.” The guard talks into the radio again. “86. Sorry about that.”

Easy to ignore him, though, as you’re preoccupied with staring at your man.

Before you can move to pounce on him, close the final four feet of distance between you, a well-manicure hand splays menacingly out at you.

“Don’t even think about it,” Coco warns. “We have fifteen minutes for touch-ups and I do not have time to fix everything.”

Pedro’s nose twitches, frowning at you. You reach down to hold his hand, but it is… apparently also covered in make-up, looking red, nasty and broken.

Sorry, he mouths dejectedly.

The inside of his trailer is familiar, though it looks a little smaller in-person than it appears on Facetime. A mirror and counter, a decently sized couch, a bathroom, a desk in the corner. Pedro settles in the make-up chair, smiling backwards at you in the mirror.

“Drop your stuff,” he insists.

Little touches of your life together pepper the room in a way that grips your heart a little. A framed picture on the desk, which you recognize from last summer; a particularly nice day in Prospect Park with the dogs, captured in a Polaroid snapped candid by a total stranger. You’d declined it, at first, assuming it was a weird fan thing. But they had insisted, leaving the picture behind and walking away. It was too lovely to leave.

The sweatshirt draped over the arm of the sofa is yours— an old NYU hoodie Pedro usually travels with. He claims it’s a ‘security blanket,’ and honestly, he might only be half-joking. A note you’d recently sent in a package (he’d accidentally left his whole box of contacts at home), taped up on the mirror, alongside a photo strip with Sarah from some gala a couple years back.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Pedro says quietly, watching you look around. “Take your mask off, baby, I’m assuming you cleared testing if you made it through the front.”

In your excitement to reunite, you almost forgot the little surprise. His jaw drops, into an awed smile. With the un-fake-injured hand, he reaches up to palm your cheek. Runs a hand up and down your jaw, scratching lightly along the new hair.

You turn enough to plant a kiss on the pulse point of Pedro’s wrist. Capture his hand with yours, against your face, to feel him for the first time in over a month.

“Oh! The oil is working,” Coco has paused, midway through spraying something silvery and chemical-smelling to Pedro’s temples. She had suggested it surreptitiously a few months back, off-handedly, and you’d been religiously using it since. The woman knows her shit.

Pedro continues to thumb at the new scruff, transfixed. His jaw muscle twitches.

“I’ve uh—” He stalls out. “Uh. Sorry. Dinner. Craig—”

You step backwards, pulling your hand down to hold in his lap, instead. He huffs.

“Craig wants to go to dinner tonight, since we’re wrapping in Edmonton. I guess there’s this restaurant he is insisting we have to try, it’s a whole thing. Big group. I didn’t give him an answer, in case you’re tired and wanna just head back to the hotel? But we can go, either way it’s fine, I figured…”

“Pedge,” you interrupt. “It’s all good. I’d be happy to go, it sounds fun.”

He exhales. “Thank god, because it’s like a spouse-thing, Neil and Craig’s wives are here.”

Your eyebrow quirks. “Spouse?”

Just to get a blush out of the man. You’d discussed it, of course, but had yet to make moves. Being marked soothed any sense of urgency— you were committed by flesh and blood, and that was ultimately more binding than a ring or ceremony. But, still.

“Joking, love." Despite the coffee, a yawn sneaks up on you. "I might crash on the couch for a bit, when you go back."

He glances at his phone. "We only have one more shot to get alts on. Neil swears we have a hard-out in an hour. Close your eyes, and I'll be right back."

— — — 

You didn't mean to actually fall asleep. Just lay there on your phone and zone out for a bit. But suddenly, you're waking up, to the feeling of a mouth on your own.

A familiar mouth. Warm, scruffy around the edges, a little pepperminty.

"We're done," Pedro whispers. "Coco says I can fuck up my makeup now."

When you open your eyes, he is hovering above you, grinning like a wolf. He's still in costume, though the denim overshirt is already half-unbuttoned.

"Are you done being gross?"

Sitting up, you find Bella in the doorway. They waste no time flinging themselves at the couch.

"In the flesh!" You both laugh.

"Shorter in person, huh?" Pedro is rewarded by a hearty shove from his costar, as he scrubs a makeup wipe across his face.

Wiping sleep from your eyes, you can tell it's gotten dark outside in the time that you've been asleep. "Craig still insisting on dinner?"

"Mm. It's like fancy Mediterranean, I think."

"Fetaaaaa," Bella pumps the air. "Nice."

The evening stretches out before you— a few more obstacles between you and the hotel bed. But Pedro is here, in the flesh, and he's smiling at you in a way that forms the little crinkles beside his eyes, and you think maybe you can sit through a few hours of fancy dinner and small talk.

You've waited this long, anyways.

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Things abt hbo The Last of Us that i love

the outfits being so similar to the original

the perfectly recreated shots

pedro pascal

'drugs. I sell hardcore drugs.'

'I gotta finish my eggshells'

joel's ptsd

joel x tess canon

bella ramsey's ellie

Pedro Pascal

'you tell me to look for the light i'll break your jaw.'

the opening scene being the scientists talking at the start about how this virus could potentially break out, and all of it sounding VERY plausible

THE SKYSCRAPERS SHOWING UP. Y'ALL KNOW THE ONES.

'your watch is broken'

the first words ellie speaks on screen are cusses

marlene being played by the same actress from the game

the music being the exact same

Pedro. Pascal.