pairing: bella ramsey x reader
requested: yes, on tumblr
summary: you leave hickeys on bella and when she shows up to an interview with them, pedro makes fun of them
word count: 1k
warnings: suggestive themes (reference to previous smut), language, pedro annoying bella, but mostly a lot of fluff
a/n: bellie and pedge have my whole heart, also, im sorry it took so long (writer's block is a bitch) and if it seems like it's on crack, its probably cause i was listening to queen shaki and lana del ray while writing this... <3
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you wake up to the morning light, a lazy smile making its way on your face as you roll over to see Bella choosing out some rings from your small jewelry box.
"good morning sleepy," they say, looking over at you with a smile as you get up to sit criss-cross applesauce on the edge of your shared bed.
"g'morin'," you say, eyes still half closed and reaching out towards Bella.
they walk into your arms, their own wrapping around you.
"you sleep well?" they ask, pressing a kiss to your forehead, knowing how much morning breath kisses bothered you.
you nod against them, leaning further into their touch, "you?"
"mhm," they hum in agreement, pulling away from you to finish getting ready.
you take in the outfit that they had chosen for their day full of interviews, starting from the black jeans that fit them way too well, up to the black and white button-up with green accents, which was technically yours.
"pretty," you say, sleep still clear in your voice as you slightly drag on the e.
"thank you, babe," they say, and your eyes trail up to their face to see their smile grow, but something else catches your eyes and makes you do a double take.
"um, Bells?" you say, awake now, with wide eyes, and you can feel your face getting hot.
"yeah?" they say in response.
"um..." you start to say, but words escape you.
"what's wrong?" they ask as they take in your embarrassed state.
"your- um- well- i- just come here," you say, getting up and walking over to the bathroom as they follow you, concern clearly written on their face.
"what is it?" they ask, and you simply point at the mirror, watching their face, carefully, as they look at where you're pointing.
their eyes widen, and their jaw drops in amusement as they take in the trail of purple and red marks starting at their neck and going down under the jacket.
they start to laugh, and you hide your face in your hands.
"i'm sorry, i-" you start to apologize before Bella cuts you off.
"no, don't say sorry, i should be the one apologizing, yours are way worse," they say with a soft but teasing smile as you finally take your face out of your hands to look at yourself in the mirror.
you take in the matching marks left by Bella all over your neck, and when you pull the neck of your hoodie down slightly, you see more marks littered all over your collarbone. you bring your other hand up to gently trace over them.
"gorgeous, gorgeous girl," they whisper as they walk behind you, wrapping their arms around your waist and pressing feather-like kisses on the bruises that were starting to form.
"but you have interviews all day, and now you're gonna have to be in makeup forever," you say, turning around to face Bella, their arms still holding you close to them.
"it's okay," they say with a laugh, and when you look up at them, they mumble under their breath, "i kind of like them anyway."
a shit-eating grin makes its way on your face as you laugh softly. "well if anyone gives you shit for them, it's not my fault."
"what do you mean! of course it is!"
"i dunno," you shrug, "it's just not."
"well, you're clearly not fully awake yet," Bella says, giving you a small kiss, "i left you breakfast, but i have to go right now, or i'll be yelled at even more."
"no, don't leave me yet!" you whine as you hold Bella tighter, and they press another kiss on your temple.
"i know, i don't wanna, but i have to," they say, and you finally let them go.
"i love you," they call out as they grab their stuff and start walking out.
"i love you more," you respond.
"not possible," they say as they close the door behind them, leaving a smile on your face.
~~~
when Bella arrives at the interview site, they are immediately rushed into hair and makeup as they scold them for the visible marks on their neck.
"Bella, what the fuck!" their makeup artist, Tori, complains as she starts grabbing concealer and foundation in an attempt to cover them up.
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry! blame my girlfriend!" Bella whines.
"you're just lucky that you're already dressed," Tori mutters under her breath, and as she starts to apply the first of many layers of makeup, the door to the room opens up.
"Bellie!" Pedro yells when he walks in, acting as if they hadn't seen each other in years.
"hey Ped-" Bella starts to say but gets cut off by a gasp coming out of his mouth.
"shit Bella, your neck," he says in shock as Bella hides their face in their hands, causing Tori to roll her eyes.
"i know, i know, blame her, not me," Bella says, referring to you, as Tori moves their head to the side.
"oh, i highly doubt that," he says, laughing harder by the second as Bella's face starts to get red.
"what's that supposed to mean?"
"that knowing both of you, the poor girl is probably ten times worse."
"Pedro!"
"am i wrong?"
"well-"
"am i?"
"...no."
"see!"
"whatever," Bella groans as they roll their eyes and throw their head back.
"let's just hope that makeup covers all of that up, 'cause little Bellie went to town last night," he says, laughing again as Tori nods in agreement.
Bella turns to flip Pedro off, but Tori quickly slaps their hand away and tugs their head back to the side, making Pedro let out another laugh, which causes Bella to cross their arms.
~~~
it takes some time to get them both ready, but once they are, Bella turns to Pedro.
"just... don't tell Craig," they say, holding out their pinky to Pedro, and he links them together, nodding, as they walk out to meet Craig and Neil.
"hey, Craig!" Pedro yells as they get closer, "guess what Bell-"
"PEDRO! NO!" Bella yells in distress, and Pedro just crackles and leans in toward them.
"man child," Bella mutters under their breath as they roll their eyes, fondly.
