Me When @bernardsbendystraws Does Anything🙏😭

Vi x Male Reader headcanons!

yeah you fucking wish

fall with matt !

Just me n my two grumpy old wives with claws against the world :3

i honestly don't even really like to talk about tlou2 but something that will absolutely baffle me until the end of time is how many people romanticize the farm sequence and view it as happy. every time someone says the game should've ended there or that ellie threw away her whole life and she could've been happy etc etc etc, it really makes me realize how many people do lack literacy and the ability to read between the lines. because how are you seeing the farm scenes and not realizing how devastating it is?? it feels so empty and lifeless.

yes ellie laughed and they listen to music and dance but those are such small snippets. anyone with severe ptsd / mental trauma can be okay for a moment. but ellie was quite literally killing herself on that farm and absolutely would've ended up dead by her own hand (which is not a crazy assumption to make it is quite literally context clues)

like she’s always been skinny and lean but she’s even more thin on the farm?? she literally says she doesn’t eat or sleep?? and the panic attacks that she has?

also when ellie says “i’m not like you dina” and dina instantly snaps back with “you think this is easy for me?” like no that’s not what is being insinuated at all, but the fact of the matter is that dina is still able to function and cope in healthy ways and ellie is not. and the fact that dina doesn’t understand that kinda kills me. also telling ellie to “prove it” when she tells dina that she loves her is so fucked considering everything.

she would’ve died! i will stand by this forever, ellie would not have lived much longer. (confirmed btw in directors commentary, ellie was severely suicidal at this point. so not sure how everyone views the farm as her happy point.)

i don’t think ellie had an obligation to suffer in silence for the sake of what dina wanted.

i don’t blame dina for leaving obviously, that was the best choice for her and i don’t blame ellie for going either!! i think their relationship is very doomed, it was quite literally built on years of miscommunication and it only continues as they’re together.

i don’t blame ellie for leaving the farm whatsoever, she did not “fumble dina,” she didn’t throw away her life, she was barely functioning in the first place. if the game ended with ellie on the farm and the last thing we saw of her was her trying to play house while knowing how much she was suffering, that would’ve been so damn depressing. her leaving may not be the “morally good” choice but it was necessary considering her own mental state.

i think it’s also so important to remember the way in which joel died. she’s not just grieving and dealing with survivors guilt, she’s also living with the brutality of what she experienced. watching the person she loved the most get brutally tortured/beaten to death while she was held down and begging for it to stop?? and you guys expect her to just move on and deal with it so she can keep living on this isolated farm and play happy family??

and it’s not like ellie was fine until tommy showed up. she was already on the edge. the evidence is in her behavior, her journal, the clues around her house (the whiskey glass at her bedside) and her literal mannerisms.

this is very messy and disorganized i just don’t understand how many people STILL oversimplify the farm stuff or act as though everything was happy and good. every time someone says that ellie owed it to dina to stay, i lose a year off of my life.

basically a ramble instead of a proper analysis/breakdown bc i’m trying to focus my energy elsewhere but hopefully it makes enough sense to be understood

animals - m. sturniolo

in which ... the only time you and your best friend's brother get along is when he's inside of you. ( vampire!matt x black!fem!reader )

warnings ; blood sucking, vampire!matt, smut, oral ( fem!receiving ), fingering, unprotected piv ( wrap it freaks ), creampie, soft!dom!matt

"𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚𝒊𝒏' 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

most people would think once a monster was revealed to you, the first thing you would do is run — they were all bad, and there was no saving them.

but you weren't so sure about that.

the sturniolo brothers had been your best friends since forever; only, they're forever had been much longer than yours, seeing as they were hundreds of years old.

the sturniolo brothers were vampires.

you were closest to nick out of the three triplets brothers, so he was who ended up telling you first. he had been frightened that you would never speak to them, view them differently — but you knew the boys' hearts, and you knew they would never do anything to hurt you, intentionally. sure now they had been turned into what would be viewed as monsters, but what matters is that you knew them before that.

you stayed around them because one of the other triplet brothers, chris, revealed that having you around kept them in check. making sure they didn't go off the rails and lose their humanity, or just keeping them in line and even going as far as to clean up their mistakes.

leading you to the middle triplet — matt.

you and matt didn't get along whatsoever, and you hated how he could easily get under your skin. in fact, even when you first met he was so arrogant and he made your blood boil with the way he carried himself — it was incredibly distasteful to you and you made sure he knew it.

but matt was also able to ignite a fire inside of you, one that made you question your relationship with him altogether. you also found yourself in certain predicaments, which you nor matt didn't dare speak of to nick or chris. what happened between you and matt those few times shouldn't have happened.

yet you can't stop yourself from feeding into the fire.

like how you currently found yourself on the balcony of some frat house, whilst a party was taking place around you. the triplet brothers came to make sure you'd be okay, plus nick had been talking to one of the frat guys so he was bound to be here.

you needed to take a breather after having escaped a conversation with a douchebag downstairs, who was persistent in trying to get in your pants.

you smoothed out the denim skirt that barely covered your plush, brown thighs and ran a hand through your locs as you let out a huff.

a sudden whoosh sounded from behind you, causing you to whip your head around with a confused expression on your face — had anyone followed you up here?

you walked closer towards the inside of the bedroom, looking around to see if anyone had been lurking or watching you.

once you deemed yourself satisfied with checking, you turned back around only to be met with a hardened chest.

"on the run from someone, y/n?" matt smirks down at you, his tatted arms folded across his chest as he stares down at you condenscendingly.

"why do you care, stalker?" you huff, rolling your eyes as you back up from him, "it's none of your business."

"i saw that idiot down there ya know, tryna talk to you and all," matt tells you, rubbing at his nose with his ringed finger as he continues to stare after you, "bet you liked him flirting with you, didn't you?"

"and what if i did?" you lied, knowing he was trying to rile you up, causing you to furrow your eyebrows at him angrily as he smirked at you once more.

"we both know you must not have, though," matt says, clicking his tongue as he makes his way towards you again, towering over you as you're backed up against the bedroom door, "otherwise you wouldn't be in here with me right now."

you gulped as your heart beat against your chest, realizing how close you both were to each other — this makes matt smirk even wider, having been able to hear your beat as he knows he has this kind of affect on you.

his eyes travel over to the side of your neck, moving your locs to the side as he examines your neck carefully — you watch as his eyes darken, the familiar black veins prominent around his eyes as his fangs bare. you accidentally let out a moan at the sight as matt begins to lean into your neck.

right as you thought he would sink his fangs into your brown skin, he pulls away and the veins go back to normal and he smirks at you.

"for someone who hates me so much, you sure do get turned on from seeing me about to suck the blood out ya neck," matt snickers, his boston accent slipping out as he eyes you down.

"i'm not turned on, that's disgusting," you lie again, narrowing your eyes to slits. you would be lying if you said it wasn't sometimes amusing to constantly play into his little game with you.

"oh really?" matt challenges, putting one hand around your waist and pulling you right up against him. "then why...

his other hand goes down in between your legs, forcing them apart causing you to gasp as it rests on your damp underwear. "...are you fuckin' soaked?"

"for fucks sake," you muttered, before crashing your lips onto his.

matt kissed you back hungrily, his tongue instantly slipping inside your mouth as he hoisted you up with both of his arms, walking you both towards the bed. your tongues fight for dominance as they clash desperately, the adrenaline pumping in both of your bodies as you continue making out heavily.

his hands roam all over your body, lightly squeezing at the flesh of your thighs as he presses his hard on against your throbbing core.

"fuck matt," you whimper, his lips beginning to trail down to your neck as his hand goes back down to where you need him the most.

"gonna let me have a bite to eat, first?" matt smirks against your neck, and you feel one of his fangs graze over your sensitive skin.

"y-yes, please," you beg him.

his ringed finger moves your panties to the side, as he immediately plunges one of his digits inside of your aching cunt — you arch your back and mewl as matt smirks down at you before he bares his fangs, sucking into your neck as he indulges in your sweet blood.

you moan loudly as matt's fingers fuck you whilst he continues drinking your blood, arching your back more and more every time as your nails dig into his back.

"umph matt, fuck, feels so good," you whimper, your lips parted slightly as he continues plunging his fingers in and out of you.

"you taste so sweet," matt pants, having finally come up from your neck.

your blood trickles down the side of his jaw, causing you to moan again before he crashes his lips back onto yours, letting you taste your own blood. you moan into his mouth, as he dominates the kiss and you let his tongue do all the exploring.

you pull away and matt gives you a confused expression before you motion that you want to pull your shirt off — he quickly rips the article of clothing off of you, causing your eyes to widen before you narrow them at him.

"matt, what the fuck?" you sneer at him, but he just shushes you as he adds a third finger inside of you, causing you to moan and arch your back.

"trust me sweetheart, i could buy you another one and more," matt murmurs into your ear, curling his fingers in your g spot, "you close yet?"

"so close," you whine, looking up at him through your lashes as he finger fucks you, "fuck, m'gonna..."

you release all over his fingers, your legs shaking as you let out a lewd moan — matt takes his fingers out of you, licking them clean as he maintains eye contact with you. "can't decide what tastes better, you, or your blood."

"need you to fuck me already," you groan, taking the time to slip your skirt down from under yourself.

"so needy," matt chuckles, spreading your thighs apart further as he slowly descends lower, "for someone who hates me and all."

"shut the fuck up," you spat, narrowing your eyes at him, "i swear you always-"

you let out a loud whine as matt's lips attached themselves to your clit, beginning to suck at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"fuck, oh my gosh matt," you moan out, his tongue doing figure eights as he eats you out like a starved man.

"so good, always so good angel," matt murmurs into your cunt, sending vibrations throughout your body. his hands grip the insides of your thighs, pulling you closer to him.

"mhm, right there," you moan, chewing on your bottom lip as your back is arched and you grip the sheets beneath you.

matt continues his assault on your cunt with his tongue, all whist keeping eye contact with you — your grip on the sheets was harder as you felt the familiar feeling build up in your stomach once more.

"close again, matt," you breathe out, throwing your head back as he continues pleasuring you with his mouth, "fuck..."

"go ahead sweetheart, give it to me," matt tells you as he comes up momentarily.

he goes back down and continues eating you out, and you can't do anything to stop the loud noises that come out of your mouth — this would be the fifth time you found yourself in the predicament of being under matt sturniolo like this, letting him eat you out even though you hated him.

you'd never stop hating his personality, but you would never get tired of how good he made you feel.

"fuck, fuck, i'm cumming," you moan.

for the second time tonight, you release all over his face, legs shaking once more — he licks up the remainder of what comes out of you, then he comes back up to meet your lips in another kiss. you moan as you taste yourself on his tongue, then your hands find their way down to his pants.

"patience, y/n," matt chuckles, standing up and discarding his shirt and pants quickly.

you ogle at the sight in front of you, seeing the tattoos that litter both of his arms — your eyes widen when his boxers drop, showcasing his hardened cock, the tip leaking with precum. he smirks at you as he strokes himself whilst walking back over to the bed.

"like what you see, sweetheart?" he taunts you, and you roll your eyes as you lay back down, pulling him towards you.

"just fuck me, you dumb fuck," you say, kissing his lips harshly, lightly biting on his bottom lip before releasing it with a pop sound.

he strokes the tip of his cock along your already wet cunt, causing you to whimper as he lets out a grunt at the sensation — then slowly, he enters you causing the both of you to let out a loud moan.

"oh, fuck," matt curses, looking down at you with a darkened expression as he begins fucking into you slowly, "you feel so good."

"shit, go faster, asshole," you moan, nails digging into his back as he speeds his thrusts up.

"whatever you say, angel," matt sneers.

he throws your legs over his shoulders, the new angle making you see stars as he pounds into you — your tits spill out of your bra, bouncing with each thrust he sends your way. matt takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping at the mound of flesh causing you to moan loudly as your nails rake his back.

"f-fuck, i- hate- you- so- much," you splutter, eyes crossing as he continues to pound into you.

"i know you do, princess," matt moans, drilling his cock into your cervix at a rapid pace.

nothing but the slapping of skin and moans sounded throughout the room, the party long forgotten as two sworn enemies indulge in their craving of each other whilst others danced, blissfully unaware of the lustful event taking place.

"so close, fuck, squeezin' me so tight," matt groans, grabbing on your chin and forcing you to look up at him, "gonna let me fill you up, darling?"

"mhm, fill me up please," you whimper, vision almost going blurry as you struggle to maintain eye contact with him, "gonna cum again, matt..."

"you cum when i tell you to," matt warns, speeding his thrusts ( if it was even possible ), "hold it...fuck..."

his white, hot seed spills out inside of you, painting your walls a creamy white color as he sloppily keeps thrusting — a moan of your name slips past his lips, causing you to moan as cum right after.

your juices mix with each other's as matt fucks you through both of your highs, until he pulls out of you, a wet, squelching sound following as he falls down onto the bed beside you.

matt runs his fingers through his hair as you both catch your breath, and you accidentally find yourself staring at him for longer than usual at his afterglow — his cheek bones were more prominent than ever, even aside from the vampire features he adorned; he was sweaty, but there was a glow that surrounded.

almost making him look full human-like again.

he can sense your stare, but instead decides not to speak on it — he gets up from the bed and walks into the attached bathroom, wetting a towel. you let out a breath as he enters the room again, immediately going to clean you up.

you both are silent as he wipes your legs and thighs, and you watch him contently whilst he finishes cleaning you up — his head shoots up at you, and you feel your cheeks heat up as though you've been caught.

"you're gonna need something to cover that...mark," matt says, motioning to the bite mark he left after having a taste of you.

"i'm wearing my ring," you tell him, holding your free hand up, "it'll heal, remember?"

"right," matt remembers, nodding his head. he tosses you your clothes, then goes into the bathroom with his own.

you find yourself thinking about how you keep letting matt get under skin — then you realize it was because even though he was a dick, he never turned his humanity off. which meant there was still hope for him, and he actually felt things still.

could he possibly have feelings for you?

pushing that thought aside, you pull the last article of clothing back on your body right as matt finishes up inside of the bathroom. he stops and examines you, nodding his head in approval.

"you wanna leave first, or should i?" matt asks you, and you gulp as you look away from him.

"um, i'll go first," you say, giving him one last look before walking towards the door and leaving out of it.

matt watches you leave, crossing his arms across his chest, wondering if there was any part of you that might feel the same way about him, the way that he feels for you.

( lilly's section 💌 )

i got it wrong gang, matt would deffo be damon ! anyhow, the idea of matt as a vampire lives in my head rent free so here ya go. to my angels @muwapsturniolo , @thenickgirl , @guccifrog , @luverboychris , & @cottoncandyswisherz i love yawlll. and i love all of YOU so much, hope you enjoyed this !💌

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sleepy stiles

sleepy stiles who can’t get a good nights rest without you by his side. even during those hot summer nights, he needs to be touching some part of you. winter has become his favorite season because you’ll cuddle into him more often.

sleepy stiles who swears that he likes being big spoon more- but he’s lying to himself. he wants to be your personal teddy bear, just hasn’t come to terms with it.

sleepy stiles who lovesssss a good nap. anywhere and everywhere.

sleepy stiles who needs some sort of noise in order to fall asleep. which mainly means playing his spotify. and once the selection runs out, you wake up to save me by chief keef??? which is chill, ig.

sleepy stiles who is impossible to wake up. you have to literally plug his nose to wake him. but when it comes to you having a nightmare, homeboy is awake before you are. it’s like his body senses your peril.

sleepy stiles who talks your ear off about the stupidest shit, before going dead silent.

sleepy stiles who can’t help but pull you as close as possible, if you guys aren’t spooning.

save me sleepy stiles

he’s literally my teensy baby i’m gonna put him in my pocket

blaise!!!

Olive Theory

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Blaise Zabini x Reader

Word count: approx. 4.2k

Summary: You and Blaise complement each other perfectly as best friends, but little do you know, he’s been keeping a secret.

Warnings/be aware: best friends to lovers, use of Y/N, introverted!Reader, Slytherin!Reader implied, the Slytherin boys being sweeties, kissing, fluff

A/N: had a little one-shot fun in between working on chapters for my Theo series 🤭 Based on the olive theory from How I Met Your Mother!

You staggered up the dimly-lit stairwell leading from the dungeons to the Great Hall, yawning. Pansy and Daphne, who walked on either side of you, looked just about as toasted as you were. The three of you had just finished another exhausting study session in the Slytherin common room, leaving you feeling ready to give up on your NEWTs altogether.

“Ugh, what a day.” Rubbing your eyes, you stepped up onto the landing.

“Tell me about it.” Pansy’s face soured. “If McGonagall gives us one more surprise essay, I’m getting on my broom and going the Weasley twins’ route.”

“I’ll join you.” As she crossed the corridor, Daphne tightened her ponytail. “If I get anything less than an ‘E’ in Transfiguration, my parents are going to kill me.”

“Would it be mad to just go to bed after dinner?” It was only six o’clock, but you could scarcely keep your eyes open. “Maybe we can get up early and study.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Daphne agreed.

“When did we get so boring?” Pansy shook her head as the three of you stepped through the doorway and into the Great Hall, a wall of chatter hitting your ears as you entered the space where many of your classmates were already eating. “We’ve got to get out more, I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

As the three of you approached the Slytherin table, you saw that your other friends had already arrived. Theo, Mattheo, Draco, and Enzo were preoccupied with some debate about whether a dragon could beat 10,000 flesh-eating slugs in a fight.

“What is wrong with you all?” Daphne muttered, her nose wrinkling in disgust as she took her usual spot to the left of Enzo.

However, your best friend Blaise immediately caught your attention, his midnight eyes meeting yours as he grinned. You felt the tension dissipate from your body as you sat down next to him.

“Rough day?” He raised his eyebrows as he caught the exhausted look in your eye.

“Terrible. Even Herbology is difficult these days.” Letting out a heavy breath of frustration, you leaned your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you and gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze, letting you rest on him.

You and Blaise had been best friends since you’d beaten him at Wizard’s Chess in the Slytherin common room during your first year. Though you’d since become close with many of the other Slytherins, your relationship with Blaise was special. The two of you complimented each other perfectly. He was outgoing and popular while you were more introverted and kept a closer circle of friends – you calmed him down when he became too worked up and excitable, and he brought you out of your shell when you began to isolate yourself. You would remember the million parties, games, and school club meetings he’d agreed to attend and then immediately forgotten about, and he would make sure that you left the library and went to them with him. Rarely was one of you spotted without the other.

“Tell me about it. A chomping cabbage got me yesterday.” He pulled up the sleeve of his robes to display an angry, scabbed bite on his forearm and you winced.

“Blaise!” You sat up, fixing him with a displeased frown. “Please let me heal that, it looks like it could get infected.”

“After you eat something.” Acquiescing, you scooped a sandwich and some salad onto your plate. “Want my olives?”

“Yes!” You bounced in your seat excitedly. Olives were your favorite food in the world. Blaise somehow hated them, which was a blasphemous opinion in your eyes. However, you could hardly complain considering every time there were olives in his food, he gave them to you. It was just another way that your differences somehow made your friendship even better. He grinned as you happily dug into your meal.

The food was exactly what you needed, and the feeling that your head was going to explode from stress soon began to subside. You chatted with Blaise and Daphne for a few minutes until a small voice interrupted you.

“Uh, hey guys.” You turned to see Daphne’s sister Astoria standing behind you, glancing bashfully at the ground.

“Hi, Astoria!” Grinning, you greeted the shy girl brightly. You and your friends all loved the younger Greengrass, though she wasn’t around much. She was almost always with a large group of other fourth-year Slytherins, who Daphne disdained for the way they overran Greengrass Manor during the holidays.

“Daph, can I…can I sit with you today?” Tears welled up in Astoria’s eyes and your eyebrows furrowed with worry.

“Yeah, yeah, of course!” Daphne scooted closer to you, patting the seat on her other side. She turned towards you and Blaise. “Budge over, you lot.” He reached around your hips and pulled you closer to him as everyone squished together to accommodate Astoria. “What’s going on?” Daphne watched her younger sister, her eyes full of a concern that you rarely saw her display.

“Yeah, who d’I need to fight?” Mattheo chimed in, his mouth full of food.

“Riddle, close your mouth, that’s disgusting!” Pansy scrunched her nose in displeasure, calling out from across the table.

“I just need new friends.” Astoria let out a sigh, wiping the tears that were threatening to overflow. “They were all hanging out without me after class today! I asked Lacey what she was going to do after Arithmancy and she said she was just going to the library to study, but when I went outside for a walk they were all by the Black Lake, having a picnic.” She glanced hesitantly down the table towards the area where the other fourth-years were sitting. “I don’t even think they notice I’m gone.”

“Ew,” Pansy remarked, glaring at the distant group scathingly. “They sound toxic. You should get some better friends.”

“That Julius Mulciber sure acts like a git,” Theo scoffed, nodding in the direction of one of the fourth-years. “He was so busy trying to impress that lot with some candy he’d nicked from Honeydukes that he ran straight into me when I was coming back from Divination the other day. Knocked himself clean over."

“Sit with us for as long as you like.” Enzo squeezed Astoria’s shoulder gently, sounding somewhat more gentle than Theo. “You shouldn’t have to waste your time with people who treat you that way.”

“Thanks, guys.” Astoria smiled softly as Daphne pulled her in for a hug. “You lot make it look so easy, getting on all the time. I want a friendship like…well, like you two.” She glanced at you and Blaise, and you couldn’t help but grin as he nudged you playfully. “How do you find something like that?”

“Well, you find someone you ought to be snogging, and then you dance around each other for half a decade or so and you have what they’ve got.” Draco’s smug voice drawled as he picked up his sandwich.

“Draco!” Your cheeks suddenly felt very hot as Blaise snatched a dinner roll from Mattheo’s plate and pitched it at Draco’s head.

You knew that most of your other friends were placing bets on when you and Blaise would start dating, and to be honest, you’d thought about it. How could you not? Your best friend also happened to be one of the most handsome guys at Hogwarts, with beautiful eyes, a swoon-worthy smile, and a gorgeous physique from years of playing Quidditch. But what you and Blaise had was like catching lightning in a bottle already. If you confessed your feelings and he didn’t feel the same, you ran the risk of pushing your favorite person out of your life. Nothing was worth that chance.

“Don’t do that.” Pansy rolled her eyes. “You just have to follow the olive theory.”

Astoria frowned. “What in the world is that?”

“I’m with you,” Enzo agreed, nodding at Astoria as he eyed Pansy with confusion.

“It’s simple,” she stated. “Y/N and Zabini get on so well because one of them loves olives and the other one hates them. They balance each other out in a way that makes them both better off – Y/N gets to eat twice as many olives and Zabini doesn’t have to eat any. It works in other ways too.” She glanced at you. “You get Zab to study,” she said before looking towards Blaise, “And you get Y/N to actually go outside. That sort of thing. Dray and I have it too.”

“How?” Draco’s eyes shifted to Pansy.

“You’re a massive prat sometimes, and when that happens, I balance you out by telling you you’re a massive prat.” You and your friends burst into laughter as Draco grimaced.

“Had that one coming.” Mattheo shook his head, chuckling.

“Olive theory is real, though,” Daphne agreed, nodding. “It’s why they work.”

“Wait.” Blaise raised his eyebrows. “You’re telling me that you think that Y/N and I are best mates because of…olives?”

“That’s not what I was saying at all.” Pansy threw up her hands in frustration. “Do you all even listen to me?” She paused for a moment, her brows furrowing. “Don’t answer that.”

“I get it.” You shrugged. “The olives are like a bribe to put up with him. They keep me friendly.” You shot him a teasing grin as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Well if they’re supposed to keep you friendly, clearly they aren’t working.” Suddenly, his fingers that were previously resting lightly on your waist squeezed your side. You shrieked, giggling as he grabbed an olive out of the salad bowl and threw it at you.

“Get your disgusting fingers out of the salad!” Daphne smacked Blaise in the back of the head as the two of you began to push each other.

“Maybe don’t follow the olive theory.” Enzo looked on at you, Blaise and Daphne resignedly before glancing back at Astoria. “Don’t follow any of their advice, they’re all mad.”

“Clearly.” Astoria giggled.

Meals with your friends proved to be your only respite from the mountain of schoolwork that you were struggling to complete. The next couple of days were packed with essays, assignments, and revising, mostly alone but occasionally with Daphne, Pansy, and some of the boys. It was rare that you actually saw your best friend for more than a few minutes at a time, though. Blaise seemingly always had somewhere to be.

“B, pleaseee come sit down and do your work.” You pouted in his direction as he prepared to head out the common room door once again, Quidditch broom in hand. This is for his own good, you told yourself. He needed to catch up on Arithmancy before Professor Vector gave him a month’s worth of detentions. But if you were honest with yourself, you were tired of studying on the couch without him to rest against.

“Can’t, Malfoy has got us doing two-a-days since the Cup final is coming up.” To his credit, he looked genuinely apologetic as he strode back toward you, squeezing your shoulder gently. “I’ll come study with you as soon as I get back, I promise.”

Your eyes found his brown ones as you looked up at him and scrunched your nose. “You'd better shower first.”

He chuckled, flicking you in the ear as you walked away. You let out a squeak of protest and threw a pillow at his retreating back.

The hours seemed to drag as you waited for Blaise and the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch contingency to return to the common room. Enzo and Pansy did eventually join you, plopping down on two of the surrounding armchairs as they pulled out their textbooks.

“Where’s Daph?” Pansy frowned, glancing around the common room.

“I’ve no idea.” You shrugged, jotting down an idea in the margins of your Defense notes.

“I saw her when I came back from the lake,” Enzo said. “She was talking with Astoria…Astoria was crying.”

“Oh no.” Your face fell at the thought.

“Looks like Riddle and I have some fourth-years to fight.” You glanced up to see that Pansy had stood out of her armchair, glaring at Mulciber and the girl that Astoria had called Lacey from across the common room.

“Pans, no.” Enzo extended an arm to gently push Pansy back into her seat. “We should at least wait and hear what happened. Besides, Riddle’s gonna be in some serious trouble if he gets another detention.”

“Then we won’t get caught,” Pansy murmured to herself, but remained seated nonetheless.

Strangely, even as the sun slipped behind the mountains and night overtook the day, no one returned to the Slytherin common room. Finally, after several hours, Theo ducked his head through the common room door.

“Oi!” His familiar voice caused you to jolt from your studying-induced trance and glance around.

“Nott! Where is everyone?” Enzo furrowed his brow as Theo stepped further into the common room. His hair was still slightly wet from the showers and he held his broom in his hand, a set of muddy Quidditch robes poking out of his bag.

“We’re all in the kitchens if you guys want to come. We ran into Daphne and Astoria on their way there after practice. Astoria’s really upset, Daph is getting her some ice cream.”

You cast your books aside and stood along with Enzo and Pansy. “Yeah, let’s go.” Astoria seemed like she was really having a difficult time and the last thing you wanted was for her to feel alone.

When you arrived at the kitchens, Daphne and Astoria were sitting atop a counter near the corner of the room, out of the way of the busy House Elves as they ate their ice cream. Around them stood Draco, Mattheo, and Blaise, all snacking on something or other as they listened to Astoria. It was heartwarming, really. As tough as all the boys were, they could be so kind as well.

“And…and Lacey said it was my fault that Julius likes me, even though I said I wouldn’t go out with him!” Astoria sniffled as she wiped her tears and allowed her sister to wrap a reassuring arm around her. “He told her all kinds of things that weren’t true…and then they all came up to me after Charms today and told me they were dropping me from the friend group.”

“That’s it, I’m giving Mulciber a bloody nose.” Pansy stepped forward, looking irate.

“I already called dibs.” Mattheo’s mouth contorted sourly as he set aside the crisps he’d been eating and cracked his knuckles.

“If anyone gets to fight someone, it’s me, so shut up.” Daphne glared at the group before turning back to her sister. “Tori, I’m so sorry. They’re awful. You told Mulciber you didn’t want to go out with him, it’s not your fault that he doesn’t know how to accept rejection.”

“I know.” She sniffled again, her shoulders shaking slightly. “I just don’t know what I’m going to do now. I don’t have any friends.”

“We’re your friends!” Enzo chimed in. “I meant it yesterday when I said that you could sit with us in the Great Hall for as long as you like.”

“And we’re way better friends than they are.” Blaise’s mouth was full of food as he spoke, and you couldn’t help but let out an exasperated little chuckle as you turned to look at him. He was leaning languidly against the counter, in his hands a jar of…olives?

“B, are you eating olives?” The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could think, and you immediately clamped your mouth shut as everyone turned to look at you. Astoria laughed despite her still-watery eyes.

“Yeah, weren’t you guys just telling me yesterday about how you two are the perfect friends because he hates olives and you love them?”

“Eh, just testing whether my tastes have changed. Haven’t tried an olive since I was twelve after all.” Blaise shrugged nonchalantly, scooping a few olives into his mouth before he grimaced. “Yeah, these are still nasty. Here.” He held the jar out in your direction.

You raised your eyebrows, unconvinced. “If you like olives now, you can have them.” With a gentle hand, you pushed the jar back towards him. “It’s fine, I promise.”

“No, they’re gross. I don’t want ‘em.”

“If you insist.” You shrugged, accepting the jar of olives. “Anyway, I’m so sorry to interrupt,” you continued, turning back towards Astoria.

“Oh, it’s fine.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to bother you guys, sitting with you in the Great Hall all the time. I know I’m just Daphne’s little sister.” Her gaze dropped to the floor as she let out a bashful chuckle.

“Don’t worry about it.” Theo shook his head insistently. “You’re at least as mature as Riddle.” Everyone laughed as Mattheo snatched the brownie that Theo was about to bite into out of his hand.

With Astoria’s spirits successfully raised, you all continued to joke and snack until curfew was drawing near. Finally, with a nervous glance at the clock you announced that it was probably time to get to bed. Draco and Pansy split off for Prefect rounds as the rest of you returned to the Slytherin common room. As Astoria, Mattheo, and Theo walked ahead and Daphne and Enzo chatted quietly behind them, you fell in step with Blaise.

“How was practice?”

“Awful. You’ll need to speak with Malfoy if you’d like to have me around for much longer, because I think he’s trying to kill me.” His dramatics made you giggle.

“Well, that would be awfully stupid of him. It would be more difficult for Slytherin to win the Quidditch Cup if you were dead.”

“I knew there was a reason I still call you my number one fan.” He winked, nudging you playfully. “Looks like all the food I’m bribing you with is working.”

“Yeah.” You paused, remembering him eating from the olive jar. “Although, if you’re ready to join me on the dark side and embrace your love of olives, all you have to do is say so.” Flashing him a teasing grin, you nudged him back.

“Absolutely not.” He shook his head ardently. “I’ll always give you my olives.”

You watched him for a moment, taking in the serious expression on his face. “B, you know that’s not actually why we’re friends, right?” Letting out a hesitant little chuckle, you rested your hands in your pockets. “If you like olives now, it’s fine.”

“I don’t. They’re nasty.”

“You were literally eating them!” Stopping in your tracks, you turned towards him as your friends continued on ahead of you, your little dispute unnoticed. “I can procure my own olives, I promise.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the whole thing. They were olives, for goodness’ sakes. “You don’t need to give me yours.”

“I want you to have them. I mean it.” He stepped forward, his eyes softening as he gazed at you. “I would rather you have them.”

“But I feel bad, I mean, I’ve been taking a food that you like…”

“Olives are olives.” With a grin, he shrugged. “But they make you so happy…” His eyes lowered. “It’s a small price to pay, really, to see you smile like that.”

“Blaise.” Your voice was hushed, and you could feel your cheeks heating up as he grinned sheepishly at you. You drew closer to him, your heart pounding in your ears. “That’s so sweet. That might be the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, I –”

“Well if that’s true, I need to start getting you some better presents.” His mouth tilted playfully as he rested his hands on your hips. He’d touched you like this a thousand times throughout your friendship, so why, this time, was your stomach flipping inside you? Trying not to let your hands shake, you reached up and twined your arms around his neck. He was head-spinningly close now, and he didn't seem like he minded the proximity in the least. As you reached up the hem of your sweater lifted, leaving his fingers brushing your exposed skin. Your body tingled as his thumb stroked across your back.

“You don’t have to get me anything, B.” Your voice was a hushed murmur – you knew it would tremble if you spoke any louder in the silent corridor.

“What do you want, then?” He gave you a slight, gentle grin. “I’ve got to do better than some olives.” You bit down on your lip nervously, knowing what you truly wanted.

“You.”

As the word left your mouth, your breath hitched in your throat and your mind raced, struggling to read the look in his eyes. What if he didn’t feel the same, what if you’d misinterpreted the situation, what if he never wanted to speak to you again, what if –

His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you flush to his chest and you stopped thinking altogether.

“Are you sure?” His eyes were gentle and his voice almost pleading as he held your gaze, seeming to search for any trace of doubt.

“Positive.” With bated breath, you watched as his eyes darkened. In a second, his lips were on yours, kissing you fiercely.

Salazar. It was like he knew your body like the back of his hand, and in a way, he did. He knew you better than anyone on Earth. One hand twined in your hair as the other explored the bare skin of your back, and you melted into his touch. You gasped softly into his mouth, allowing his tongue to slip past your lips, and he groaned needily as he pressed you up against the stone wall of the corridor. Tugging on the collar of his shirt, you pulled him closer, relishing in the feeling of his skin on yours. Though you’d dreamed of this moment a hundred times, this was better than anything you could’ve imagined. It felt so perfect, like this was what the two of you were meant to be doing all along.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” His low, breathless whisper brushed against your lips as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Need you so bad, B.” You pulled him back to you, desperately crashing your lips against his once again. You could feel him grinning against you as he continued to snog you senseless, exploring your skin. An eternity seemed to pass in his arms as you indulged the desire that you’d struggled to suppress for so long.

“Are you two aware that it is now ten minutes past curfew?”

Curfew. Prefects. You’d completely forgotten. By the way you felt Blaise tense beneath your fingers, you could tell he had too. Reluctantly, you pulled away from him, glancing up to see his dark eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

“Run?” The corners of his mouth twitched mischievously as you twined your fingers together with his.

“Run.” Hand-in-hand, the two of you took off down the corridor, sprinting as the Prefect shouted after you.

By the time the two of you arrived back at the Slytherin common room, you were both gasping for breath, chests heaving.

“I think we lost them.” Though you could hardly get the words out, you couldn’t help but giggle as Blaise grinned at you.

“You’re a quick one. We could use you on the Quidditch team.” He winked before murmuring the password and allowing the two of you through the common room door. As you stepped through, you saw your friends lounging on the various sofas and couches in front of the fireplace. It seemed that Enzo and Mattheo were trying to play a game of Wizard’s Chess as everyone else shouted advice at them.

“Enz! If you move your knight to E5 you can capture the rook!” Your friends turned towards you as you provided your input.

“Oh, hey, where have you two been?” Theo glanced nonchalantly at you and Blaise.

“Yeah, we thought that – ” Daphne paused, her eyes narrowing, and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion until you followed her gaze and realized that you and Blaise were still holding hands.

“No way.” Mattheo’s mouth fell open as he laughed in disbelief. “No way!”

“Uh, yeah.” Giggling bashfully, you beamed as Blaise wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest and kissing the top of your head.

“Aww, congratulations!” Astoria exclaimed.

Enzo shook his head, chuckling. “Draco’s gonna lose his mind when he realizes that he missed this.”

“Checkmate!” Mattheo raised his arms victoriously as Enzo’s gaze whipped back to his opponent.

“No fair! They distracted me!”

As you and Blaise sank into your usual armchair, you draped your legs over his and leaned into his chest. You both laughed as you watched Mattheo sic his chess pieces on Enzo’s, to the latter’s great protest.

“We’ve still got revising to do, you know.” You sighed reluctantly as you sat up, glancing around the common room in search of your textbooks.

“No, we don’t.” He grinned mischievously as he pulled you back down, his arms capturing you firmly.

You scrunched your nose at him. “You’re a terrible influence, you know.”

“Yeah, but I’m your terrible influence.” As he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, you hummed contentedly. “You’re stuck with me.” With a blissful sigh, you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Good.”

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