#brie larson fluff

But she is only your best friend.

“So, what do you think?” Brie asks you. She steps closer to you and spins so you can get a full view of her outfit.

“You are so beautiful,” you tell her. She smiles so wide that her cheeks hurt.

“Thank you, y/n. I’m so glad you’re coming with me tonight.”  

Her hair and makeup artists get to work on her again, and she ushers you to get dressed. It isn’t the first event Brie has taken you to, but it is definitely the most dressed-up you have gotten. You wear colors that match her perfectly.

Once you’re both ready to go, you ride in the car with her. Brie talks your head off about the evening that’s coming up. She tells you that she’s most excited about getting a cheeseburger afterward. That makes you chuckle.

“Are you ready?” Brie asks when the car stops.

“Oh, I thought I would be going in a different way,” you reply. She usually goes on the carpet without you.

“I want you to come with me. Please?”

You say yes. As if you could ever say no to her and that precious pouty face she makes when she wants something.

The red carpet is a bit overwhelming, but Brie keeps her hand in yours as long as she can. It feels so natural. You wonder if she feels it, too.

She does her photos and interviews flawlessly, as always. You watch on in awe. Once inside, you settle at your table. You make small talk with the other people. Brie is a natural at captivating everyone. She reunites with some old castmates.

When it comes time for her category, she reaches for your hand under the table.

“You’re going to win,” you whisper to her.

It’s not about the awards, but you know she secretly hopes she will win. When the camera pans to her, she offers a shy smile. The presenters open the envelope and call her name.

“Yes!” You cheer, being the first to stand up. Brie hugs you, and you kiss her cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”

She shares a few more hugs on her way to the stage as the applause erupts all throughout the building.

“Thank you,” Brie says, taking the award into her hands. “Wow, I didn’t prepare a speech, but I will wing it.” She continues on to give an amazing speech, not to your surprise. She has always been a natural speaker.

“And thank you to my amazing friends and family. Especially my y/n. I wouldn’t be where I am without you,” she finishes.

The crowd cheers for her again. You can’t help but tear up at how proud of her you are. She takes photos backstage before she comes back to the table.

You greet her with a huge hug. Even bigger than the one before. She hugs you so tight that you can barely breathe.

“I’m so proud of you, Brie,” you tell her again.

“Thank you,” she says, her voice breaking a little.

“Are you alright?” You ask her.

She pulls away from the hug just enough to look you in the eye. You hold her face in your hands, and she sees the way you care for her in your eyes. You feel like the only two people in the room.

“Y/n,” Brie begins.

You interrupt her with a kiss to her lips. She kisses you back, her hand finding a way to the back of your neck to pull you closer. You’re both smiling so much that you have to stop kissing.

“I love you,” Brie says.

“I love you, Brie. I always have,” you reply.

Brie kisses you again before you two come back to reality. The commercial break is over, and you have to sit down. You hold her hand under the table for the rest of the night.

When the night is almost over, Brie gets her cheeseburger that she’s been waiting for.

“Still the best part of the night?” You ask her.

“No,” she says. Brie kisses your lips softly, but she lingers long enough that you want to chase after her for more. “That’s the best part.”

“I agree, sweetheart.”

“Come home with me?” She asks, a glint in her eye.

You take her hand and leave the awards show together. After parties are the last thing on your mind. You just want to spend the night with the most beautiful girl in the world.

Suddenly the door is yanked open and you damn near stumble inside, having to use both hands on the frame to push yourself up. 

“BRIE!” 

The blonde is quick to shush you, sleep written in her eyes, that narrow at you.“ Y/n what-” she frowns,“ it’s pouring rain why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be at the premier.” 

You smile,“ I was- Scarlett says hi- but then I got bored and sad cause you weren’t there so I got an Uber and Boom!” You spread your arms wide.

Brie sighs, taking your hand in hers, and pulling you inside. 

Over the next few minutes, she assists you in changing into something more comfortable, drinking some water, eating, and laying down. 

“I love you. Like a lot. Like more than all the stars in all the universes.” 

Even though her heart soars at your words, she knows you may not mean them. Brown eyes look into your droopy ones, sleep and intoxication weighing your eyelids down.

A sigh falls from her lips and she gently taps her fingers against your waist,“ tell me that when you’re sober.”

You fall onto the bed and smile up at her,“ I will caaaause I mean it.” Your eyes aren’t even open as you once again say,“ I love you.” 

Her mumble of ‘sure’ is missed by you as you fall to sleep in seconds. 

With a shake of her head, your best friend moves around the bed and climbs underneath the covers, falling asleep to the sound of your quiet snores beside her. 

In the morning when you awake, it’s to an empty bed and pounding head. Your confusion lasts all of five seconds, taking in your surroundings reminds you of what you’d done last night when you left the premier. 

Drunk you, thought it’d be a good idea to come proclaim your feelings for Brie. That plus the encouragement from Scarlett and Florence who had to listen to you blab about your feelings for your friend at the Premier After Party.

After having finished your last drink, you ordered a car, came to Brie’s and drunkenly told her you love her. You meant it, one hundred percent, that’s just the furthest thing from the confession you had in mind. 

Groaning for a multitude of reasons, you push yourself up, and go straight into the bathroom. After a quick wash up, ensuring your breath doesn’t reek and your face is clean, you go in search of Brie and some type of sustenance. Luckily finding both in the kitchen. 

The blonde woman looks up from the newspaper in front of her to you, eyes scanning your body before she turns around. 

Moving silently, she fixes a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal, then turns back.

Brie sets the mug and bowl in front of you and you breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of the steam rising from the ceramic cup. Raising it to your lips, you hum satisfactorily as the caffeine awakens your body. 

“So you love me huh?” 

Her question has your eyes widening. 

Diving right in apparently.

Seemingly in slow motion, you look up at her.“ You remember that?” 

Brown eyes narrow,“ I wasn’t the one drunk off my ass last night, I’m surprised you remember.”

“How could I forget, I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” You see no point in denying it, that’d just end up in prolonged hurt for the both of you.

This time Brie’s eyes widen,“ why didn’t you say anything?”

You shrug,“ cause we were kids,” is your reasoning before you shovel a spoon of cereal in your mouth.

“And?” Her tone is incredulous. 

Shaking your head, you take another sip of coffee,“ Brie you moved here to do your acting thing and I went to Yale. I thought it’d be easier if we didn’t have the attachment.”

“You don’t think that was a decision I should’ve been a part of?” She’s equally as upset as she is ecstatic. 

Finding out you love her is incredible. Finding out you loved her for so long and said nothing sucks!

Quickly realizing that she’s upset, you raise from your seat and round the corner,“ hey may I add again that we were kids. Admittedly, if I knew then what I know now, I would still make that choice. You’re happy and doing what you love and so am I.”

“Would you not have been happy if we were together?” 

“Of course I would’ve been, but who knows what that would’ve meant for us now. Who says we would've lasted with the distance, then we break up and it’s bad and we aren’t even friends, I-” Brie watches the way your jaw tenses and you look down,“ I’m sorry that I’ve been keeping this from you for so long but I couldn’t risk losing you.”

You take a deep breath,“ all I know is that I needed you. If there was a chance that you weren’t in my life anymore-” you shake your head with a humorless chuckle,“ I couldn’t take it. Not then.”

When your e/c eyes meet Brie’s brown ones, she truly understands how you’re feeling. She can see it written in the softness you portray. 

Reaching for your hand, the blonde woman squeezes gently,“ well there’s no distance now,” her sentence hangs in the air, a silent question in her eyes. 

One that’s answered when you pull her against you and crash your lips onto hers. It’s a moment you’d both been long waiting for.

You free fall into finally having her lips on yours and your hands on her. So much so that when it’s over your eyes remain closed for a moment. 

A little giggle falls from Brie’s lips that makes a small smile tug at yours.

“Can I take you out,” your question is a whisper as you open your eyes,“ give us the chance I denied us in the past.”

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You’ve been smoking since you were about 19. You picked up the terrible habit due to your parents. You always swore to yourself you would never pick up such a habit, but that didn’t stick. 

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You wake up and see your girlfriend fast asleep. She looks so peaceful. You quietly slide her out from your arms and stand up, pulling the blankets up over her to keep her warm. Subconsciously, she curls up into them. You make your way to the door leading out to the balcony. You pick up your pack of cigarettes and pull one out. You light it and put it up to your lips, inhaling the chemicals. You stare out towards the water, lost in your thoughts. You don’t even hear the door open, because fuck it, you’re practically deaf sometimes. A pair of arms loop around your waist. You snap out of your thoughts and turn around in Brie’s arms. 

“Morning, darling.” You rasp.

“You’ve got to quit, babe.” She scolded. 

“I know… I’m trying.” You sigh. 

“It’s not healthy and it’s destroying your lungs. And I’ll be damned it I lose you.” She added. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” You lean down and give her a quick peck on the lips. 

She stays silent for a moment.

“What are you thinking about?” You smile at her.

“It’s incredibly unhealthy, but incredibly sexy.” She says bashfully. 

You smirk. “Is it now?” 

She nods. 

“You like bad girls, huh?” You tease. 

“No… I just like this one.” She moves her hand up to your chest. 

She smirks at you and grabs the cigarette out of your hand, taking a puff of it. She blows it off to the side. She’s trying not to cough, you can tell. Keyword, trying. She coughs and stumbles back a bit, but you catch her. 

“Not your cup of tea, eh?” You chuckle. 

She shakes her head. “I think it’s a you thing.” 

You discard the cigarette and lean down to kiss her. She bites your bottom lip, causing you to groan. You feel her smirking against your lips, so you grab her hips and pull her closer. Your hands roam down to her ass and give it a tight squeeze. The way her breath hitches doesn’t go unnoticed. You pull away, pulling her inside. You gently lower her to the bed and start kissing down her neck. Her panting fills the room. 

“This is more your kind of thing, huh?” You husk. 

She whimpers under your touch. Your hand reaches down to pull her pants down, but hear someone running towards your room. You grab your gun and aim it at the door, pulling Brie up and behind you. The door opens and Rose is standing there. You put the gun down under your pillow and let out a sigh of relief. 

“No! Rose, knock!” You hear a familiar voice call after her. 

Scarlett comes up behind her daughter and picks her up. 

“I’m so sorry, I told her to knock first.” She apologizes. 

You look over at Brie, a bright pink tint covering your cheeks. 

“I feel like we’re interrupting something… Well we’ll leave you to it.” Scarlett smirks. 

You’re sat between Brie’s legs. Your fingers plunging in and out of her at a pretty quick speed. You remove your mouth from her folds and look up at her. She’s close and you can tell. She’s a moaning, writhing mess in front of you. 

“A-ah! Fuck, (y/n)! Please… Please baby..” She begs. 

“Please, what? What do you want?” You smirk. 

“L-Let me come!” She says between pants. 

You lean your head down and glide your tongue through her folds and speed up your hand movement. You feel her walls clench around your fingers and she screams out your name. You could swear the neighbours heard you, but you honestly couldn’t give two fucks. 

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You put your shirt back on and look over at Brie. She’s gathering her stuff, and she seems to be in a hurry to leave. 

“Why are you in a hurry? You’re always like this… Every time we do this…” You sigh. 

She ignores you, pretending not to hear you and walks out of the room. You follow her. She turns around. 

“What? Did I leave something?” She asks. 

You shake your head. “What is this between us?” 

“Nothing. It’s nothing. There’s nothing between us.” She crosses her arms. 

You clench your jaw. Your heart aches. You have feelings for the actress, you just never admitted it. You don’t want to ruin your friendship. You’ve been doing this “friends with benefits” thing for a few months. Every time she gets up and leaves without saying a word. The next time you see her, everything is back to normal. It tears you up inside. You look away attempting to hide the tears in your eyes. 

“I can’t do this anymore, Brie… This… I-” You choke up. 

“(Y/N)?” She gently tries to turn your face towards her. 

“WHAT?” You yell, startling her. 

“What has gotten into you?” She raises her voice a bit as well. 

You sigh, attempting to calm yourself down. “Nothing. Just go.” You try to walk past her, but she stops you. 

“No. (Y/N), tell me. I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay.” She grits through her teeth. 

“No, Brie. Just go. I’m fine.” You brush off. 

“FUCK, (Y/N). I’M JUST TRYING TO LOOK OUT FOR YOU. YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND OKAY? SEEING YOU LIKE THIS FUCKING HURTS.” She roars. 

“WHY THE FUCK DO YOU CARE? SO YOU DON’T LOSE YOUR FUCK-BUDDY, EH?” You snap back.

She stares at you with a shocked look on her face. You realize how bad you fucked up. She shakes her head and starts walking away. 

“I like you, okay? No.. Fuck that. I fucking love you, Brie Larson. This.. this “friends with benefits” is fucking tearing me apart…” You admit and she turns around. 

“I- I can’t take it anymore… I know you don’t feel the same... I just…” You look down. “You deserve to know.” You brush past her and head towards the kitchen.

She follows you. “(Y/N)...” 

“Yes. Yes, Brie. I mean it.” You put your head in your hands. 

“I love you too.” She puts a hand on your back. 

You stand back up and look at her with your tearful eyes. She goes to walk away but you stop her. 

“Stay for me…” You croak. 

She smiles and nods. “Of course.” 

You guys spent the rest of the day cuddled up to each other. Not much to be said.