thinking about how alice kisses bella on her cheek like all the time and how bella kisses alice on the top of her head, they’re literally girlfriends <3
The first time is literally the first time that you meet. Alice is sunshine and bubblegum, she's graceful as a cat and swooping in close before you realize what's about to happen. Cool lips meet an overheating cheek as you feels the burn rush to your face, going rigid. You know, because blushing around blood drinking vampires is always a great choice.
Edward's hand around your tightens to a near painful degree and Jasper immediately spins on his heel to literally topple back out the window they just came through. The others have varying degrees of grimaces and pained looks, besides Carlisle, and Alice? Alice's smile *widens* as she takes a half step back. "Oh, you *do* smell good."
-.-.-.-.-.-
The second time is at school the next day. Alice is there when you close your locker door and it startles you enough that you sort of... hop. Her smile never falters even as her head tilts to the side, amusement in those golden eyes. "Good morning, Bella," she greets and without much effort or thought at all, she leans up on her toes to kiss your cheek.
You drop your books and curse under your breath, crouching down immediately just as she does. Your hands touch and when you glance up, she's looking right into your eyes. "How?" you say. Why? You're not sure, maybe there was supposed to be more words after that. They never come.
"You're adorable," she says. Her gaze lifts, turns twice as mischievous, before she stands. "I think my brother would like to steal you from me."
What does *that* mean? "Oh. Alice?"
"Yes?"
"Can I walk you to class?"
"Yes."
-.-.-.-.-.-
The third time, you do it.
Her cheek is low and actually pressed right over your heart, your racing heart that you can hear thundering in your chest because *holy shit, Jasper almost ate you.* Alice clings to you like you're a dream she's about to wake up from. "He didn't mean it!"
"I know."
"You're safe with me!"
"I know."
"Don't be scared of me."
"I'm not."
"You sound scared."
And you do it. To reassure her? Maybe. To comfort her? Definitely. Because you simply cannot resist any longer? Probably.
Your nose slides through those chaotic, black spikes of her hair as you kiss the top of Alice's head before you can think too much about it. You hold her, breathing deeply of her endless bubblegum, and feel the tension seep out of your body.
After a moment, you register the faint vibrating coming from the pixie in your arms. You wanna poke fun at the fact that you're pretty sure she's purring but then she might pull away. "Should I apologize to him?"
"For bleeding? Absolutely not, there's no need and he'll feel even worse."
-.-.-.-.-.-
The fourth time you don't think about it at all. Alice slips through the door of your house while you stir at the spaghetti sauce you're making for Charlie and yourself while he tells you to put in *just a pinch more sugar, Bells, you ain't my mom. I'm a grown man.*
"A grown man who can make spaghetti however he wants, this is how I make it," you grumble as Alice all but appears at your side. You're leaning over and planting a kiss amongst those spikes, and Charlie's mouth falls open in the background. "Tell my dad he puts sugar in too much shit."
"I really wouldn't know," Alice says and taps her chin. She blinks up at Charlie and smiles. "Hmm, that's where she gets her lovely blush from. Alice Cullen. It's a pleasure to officially meet you, Chief Swan, my father speaks very highly of you."
The moustache on Charlie's lip twitches in suspicion. "Are you and my daughter - highly? He speaks highly of me?" The words stumble out far from graceful as the man perks up like an excitable puppy - another Swan, she will later teasingly tell you.
And you kind of love it when she calls you *puppy* after that.
-.-.-.-.-
The fifth time Alice kisses you on the cheek, you're pretty sure she was aiming for your mouth.
She watches you as your back hits the ice and you stare up at her in awe and panic. "Me?" you echo.
Alice plants her hands on her hips, catching her bottom lip with a fang. "It surprised me too, if I'm honest. You're terribly endearing, I never stood a chance."
"But Jasper...?"
"Oh! No, not us," she says with muted surprise. "Maybe in another life? In this one, I'm afraid I am yours."
"Mine."
"Do you want help up or shall I come down to you?"
"Alice, are you just being Alice or do you really mean it like other people?" you ask. Beg, maybe.
For a moment she just looks at you and then bends at the waist quite daintily. Her fingers touch your chin ever so lightly and she tilts your face up. "I mean it more than other people do," she says, and this time she doesn't miss.
God where even to start. I do love seeing a favorite turn of words or even a personal cliche of an author, a motif sometimes. I could comb the internet but I swear at least five times Alice has had some iteration of "or shall I come down to you" across your writing.
Love Charlie fumbling over himself and just not caring about Bella for two seconds because Omg Carlisle☠️
A lot I could say but also love Jasper falling back out the window because same. You're great, this is great, I hate you
Jasper and Rosalie are the closest because the old soldier recognizes one who stands eternal guard. They're both protectors before anything else, and it is an unspoken duty they rely on the other to shoulder with them.
Edward and Alice are the closest once Rosalie started calling them The Weird Twins. They have entirely silent conversations; sometimes with their powers but most times because they can't tell which side of the same coin they are.
Emmett and Esme are the closest because he is her (big) sweet little boy. She was hollowed out before she killed herself after decades of an abusive husband driving a wedge between her and the world. Emmett's last human word was calling out for his mother.
Carlisle and Bella are the closest because though he is and has had four hundred years of perfecting his mask, he *knows* nobody has seen this young girl's true face. Bella looks into his golden eyes and knows they are mirrors of another soul who Needs To Sleep And Cannot.
Okay so how do you just come into my inbox spitting beauty and analysis like that
You're right, and I'm so grateful to have read this several times, but what the hell. Is this from something or were you just thinking?? I need answers
ancient roman women whose husband keeps looking at the neighbour's boy quintus and he never looks at her that way and she can't even chainsmoke in the kitchen because they don't have marlboro blues in ancient times. and she can't even go to the club because they haven't discovered drum and bass music yet. her friend clodia's having visions of a woman named doechii but neither of them knows what that means
Looking forward to the But I Miss You update and crossposting more Rosella oneshots. Also super excited for the new chapter I'm writing for BIMY, it's so nice to be in a more positive space in the story
I'd say "oh I'm due to write a Bellice oneshot because I've written two Rosella ones recently" but, uh, thay's a whole other story
The 'he can't handle all that' in response to fandom ships with black women sounds like y'all don't want black women with men who'd treat them well and just hate them or am I too woke
Looking forward to the But I Miss You update and crossposting more Rosella oneshots. Also super excited for the new chapter I'm writing for BIMY, it's so nice to be in a more positive space in the story
I'd say "oh I'm due to write a Bellice oneshot because I've written two Rosella ones recently" but, uh, thay's a whole other story
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