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𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 | choso kamo

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Finding out your boyfriend's a vampire was far from the chill evening you planned with him. But you can't lie, imagining those fangs sinking down on and sucking on your skin....it's kinda hot.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: vampire bf! Choso x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern! au - oral (m! receiving) - handjob - fingering (f! receiving) - nipple play (licking, sucking, tweezing, fangs grazing) - piercings (nape and frenum) - biting (wrist, shoulder, breast, implied more afterwards) - Choso got a long schlong, rip - missionary position - overstimulation - clitoral play (swiping) - cervix fucking - the first time you and Choso have sex + you two being nervy/cute - pet names (angel, baby, princess) - Choso takes blood supplements + drinks pigs blood - Yuuji is his half-brother - mention of blood (duh) and saliva/spit - proofread but will check for more l8r.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.4k (bro, wtf???)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: y'all watched that new ep, right? right. anywaysss, in celebration of choso [and yuuji]'s big fight being animated, i was thinking of vampy bf! choso for a few days and how cute/hot that would be! soooooo, enjoy~~ ☆ and tysm for 2.6k!!

“Sooo, you two gonna like fuck tonight?”

“Whatever happened to ‘How’s your day,’ ‘You doing okay,’ or ‘You still haven’t offed yourself after midterms,’ Nobara?”

“Yeah, my day is going fine, but answer the question.”

“I swear to Christ…” you sigh heavily as you walk down the sidewalk.

The month of October brings more dread to your being than anything else. As much as you want to be festive, order a pumpkin latte, and chill watching the leaves fall gracefully with the autumn times, college life does whatever it takes to prevent that. And what better way to do that than have you suffer with midterm exams.

You and your roommate, Nobara, have experienced the worst, especially this week. Having to study and pull all-nighters so much that you two can count with four fingers at max how many hours of sleep you get daily. Whatever gets the work done. However, it shouldn’t cost you your necessary slumber. Even your other best friends, Yuuji and Megumi, are victims of the tests. Hell, Yuuji found out he had an exam the day BEFORE and had to come in clutch by spending the entire day finishing the two-page study guide!

All four of you are depleted of fun; it’s non-existent as you try to navigate out of this academic hell…Despite that, though, there’s one thing you’re always looking forward to during the week: the weekend! Oh, yes, today is finally Friday. You’ve been anticipating this day throughout the week, finally done with your exams and ready to relax with your friends after so much schoolwork. But that’s not the only thing you’re looking forward to…

Because this weekend, you’ll finally be with your boyfriend, whom you haven’t seen since the start of midterms. Choso Kamo, Yuuji’s older half-brother and the man of your life, is the only person you’d love to see sweep you off your feet and take you in his loving arms, away from all the stress and discomfort from your college life. The two of you have been dating for almost a year, and he’s, without a doubt, the sweetest guy you ever got lucky with.

Since the start of this semester, it’s been hard for you two to meet at one place, let alone get on the phone. With you on campus and he outside with his job as a piercer, there have been times when you thought you’d never see him until winter break. Yet, it is now fall break, and Yuuji invited you and the gang to have a relaxing weekend at Choso’s place (with his permission). You accepted the invitation with a gleeful heart, practically bouncing and giggling at the thought of being in the same place as your partner again. And that’s where you’re heading now, walking down the sidewalk to his townhouse with a duffle bag full of your stuff, and you on the phone with Nobara to keep you company.

“All I’m saying is,” the brunette starts on the other side of the line. “If there’s ever a good time for you two to get it on, it would be this weekend.”

“I’m sorry, since when has my sex life been on your mind instead of studying for the exam you have in ten minutes?” You hear your roommate suck her teeth, and you grin with satisfaction. “Besides, he and I are waiting for the perfect time to do it, no rush. And seeing as you, Megumi, and Yuuji will be in the same place as us, I highly doubt we’d ever think of having sex.”

“Hmm, fair point —KNOCK KNOCK— WHO IS IT!!?” You almost remove the device from your ear from Nobara’s abrupt yelling. “Sorry, Y/n. Megumi is here and says we gotta head to the classroom right now.”

“That’s fine. I’m already at Choso’s place, anyway. See you guys later, and good luck with the exam.”

“‘Kay, see ya later.” She bids you farewell. “Also, if you two ever do it this weekend and you don’t tell me, as your best-est friend, I have legal rights to make sure all your cute underwear gets thrown out next time I take out the trash.”

“Good-fucking-bye, Nobara.” You scoff, your thumb already pressing the end call button and stuffing the phone in the pocket of your leggings.

In just the nick of time, you make it to Choso’s townhome and climb up the stairs to knock on the door. Within seconds, Yuuji opens the door and greets you with a hug.

“Y/n!” He’s always so eager and chipper when he sees you. “I was just about to text you; gotta run to the grocery store, then head to the pizza shop to place the order.”

You enter the foyer to remove your shoes while the salmon-haired other rushes to put his on. “Oh, how come?”

“The phones and websites seem to be down, so I gotta head there in person to place the order. But don’t worry, I’ll be right back before Megumi and Nobara.” He stands to open the door again before grabbing his car keys from the rack. “Choso’s up in his room right now, so you can say hi and chill with him while I’m gone.”

“All right,” You watch Yuuji run down to the sidewalk before he stops to shout something in your direction.

“Don’t do anything too crazy, ya lovebirds!” He sends you a cheeky grin, and you give him a playful glare with puffed cheeks.

“I won’t; go get the pizza!” He laughs at your response as he jogs down the street to his car, and you close the door when you see him drive off.

Alone with Choso…The thought of being alone with your boyfriend for a few hours has the butterflies in your stomach become active, fighting the urge to smile with warm cheeks. It’s been a hellish month thus far. Finally, after all this time, being in your boyfriend’s arms is enough to wash off all the stress you’ve pent up for the past couple of weeks.

With glee in your steps, you tip-toe up the stairs with wholesome thoughts of you and your boyfriend. I wonder if he’s been eating right these days. Same with getting sleep, he has a bad habit of sleeping at ungodly hours…Oh my God, wait, are we going to sleep together? If so, it'll be the first time we share a bed together. Does that mean—

You mentally slap yourself out of your delusion when you stop at his bedroom door. Oh, snap out of it, Y/n! That’s just Nobara getting into your head. Plus, it’s not like you two will be by yourselves for the entire night — the other three will be here. Hell, his own younger brother will be across the exact hallway! Don’t think such horny shit, for God’s sake…

You shake your head to abolish the impure thoughts, raising your fist to knock on your boyfriend’s door. “Chocho?" You greet with a nickname. "It’s me, Y/n. I just got here and—“

CRASH!!

The sound makes you jump, halting you from finishing that sentence. Rushed footsteps and another noise that something was bumped into follow along. “Ch-Choso? Everything all right?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m good,” you can tell even from outside the room his voice had an unsure tone; he was, in fact, not good. “Just wait, I gotta—Ow!!”

You know you shouldn’t have done what you’re about to do as it goes against basic etiquette; however, when you hear sudden cries of pain from your boyfriend, how in the world would you stay still!? With a chewed lip, you grab the door handle and bust it open to enter his room.

You know you shouldn’t have done that. Because what you see before you is way beyond your comprehension.

The carpeted floor had items all over the place. There are packets filled with what appear to be red liquids and tiny red pills contrasted with the white carpet. They must’ve been knocked over and made that noise. Suddenly, you notice a stain on the white mat in a bright red color. That was the thing that alerted your nerves, immediately searching for the figure standing behind the bed. It was your boyfriend, Choso Kamo.

But was it him? Because what on earth were you looking at!?? He still had the same face, light brown hair that was usually tied up now fell to his neck, his black “tattoo” on his face now red and leaking down to his chin. And his mouth was agape, your eyes noting that his canines were extended out more than usual with red fluid at the ends. Not to mention that the man was now shirtless! His bare chest and abdomen out for you, covered with smeared….Is…Is that blood?

Choso slowly moves his hands up in defense. “Y/n…Just stay calm for me, okay?”

The entire scene was too much for your brain to grasp, your breathing increasing to an unstable pattern, and your eyes looking at every jarring detail doesn’t help ease the thoughts going way too fast for you. The worried expression of your boyfriend has your body at a standstill, and your limbs quiver as if you’re about to give way. So, what are you left to do?

You faint.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

He stares at you, and you stare at him.

He averts his gaze shyly away from you, and you keep yours fixated on his.

Brown orbs teeter meekly to your figure sitting on his bed before reverting back to the other side, and yours refuse to leave his face, practically sinking holes into his forehead.

This has been going on for five minutes ever since your consciousness returned, and Choso cleaned up the mess in his room and himself — now, he wears a black tank top after cleaning the red stains off his body. After giving you an explanation as to what happened, you haven’t said a single word to him. You only stare at him while pondering questions of your own. And you can tell the lack of communication makes the poor man uncomfortable in the confines of his bedroom. So, for his sake (and your headache-inducing curiosity), you eventually uttered something.

“So,” you say the first word with a long pause, treading carefully on which questions to ask. “Those pills…are filled with blood?”

“Yes…” He admits with his gaze still not away from you.

“And you take them every day?”

“Twice a day…”

Okay…Next question, “And those small packets,” you point to the dresser where a pile of said red packets stack upon one another. “Also blood?” He nods slowly. “Human blood?”

He finally brings his eyesight to you but with a hurried shake to the head. “No, no! It’s pig’s blood.”

Is that worse or better?? Never mind— You then point to your set of canines. “And your teeth, I’ve never seen them that long...”

“They only get like that when I don’t drink blood for a while. So, when you knocked on my door, I was just about to open a packet. But then I heard your name and kinda panicked…”

“Oh my God…” Everything comes together and hits you all at once. From his pale skin contrasting yours, the unusual tattoo across his face now revealed as a blood mark, or all those times you caught him drinking his super red "beet juice." It all comes down to the only acceptable truth that feels foreign to leave your lips. “…..My boyfriend is a vampire.”

Choso cringes internally at the words you uttered. The truth has finally come, and he didn’t even mean for it to happen, at least not like this. Who in their right mind would want to reveal to their partner that they’re a blood-sucking monster? It’s the most dreadful talk of his life that Choso has done all his years avoiding. And now you, his sweet, perfect thing, have discovered his abnormal existence.

“That’s…” He cringes harder when you say more words. “So...” Anxiety pools his stomach, mind filled with uneasy guesses on what you’d think of him now. He could only assume the worst; it’s only natural. “...Cool!!”

Wait, what? That’s not what he expected. Way off, actually.

He feels the dent of the bed when you move closer to him, your face merely inches away from his as you examine every single feature of him. It takes the vampiric man aback, holding his breath while watching your face stare at him intensely with your beautiful eyes, beaming with excitement and wonder. And his vision slowly drifts to your lips, watching them move as you ask questions. And he keeps staring until, “—so…Choso!!” He snaps his orbs back to yours, his cheeks blossoming pink. “I’m asking you a question. So, since you’re a vampire, how come you’re not melting or sparkling when the sun touches you? Is that why you wear black all the time?”

“You mean that stuff from the books and movies?” He questions your logic, but it’s not your fault; he’s sure many others would’ve asked the same. “I don’t know about melting, but my skin gets dry if I stay out too long.”

You hum along to his answer, nodding as if you were in a lecture. “How come Yuuji isn’t a vampire, or at least half? Wait, does he know!?”

“No! No, he doesn’t. I became a vampire because my father was a vampire and turned me and my mother into one. I think I was around the age of twenty. After she died and my dad found Itadori’s mom, he didn’t change her into one. So, with that luck, I guess he isn’t fully a vampire. But I wouldn’t blow past it if he has some characteristics…”

“I see.” Again, you nod along. That might explain some things, like why he’s so fricken fast when he plays sports and that crazy-like strength he has… “So, how long have you been like this?”

“Almost a hundred and thirty.”

Woah. “And when have—I’m sorry, how long have you tasted human blood?”

Choso ponders on that question for a few seconds before answering. “I started when I became one. I try not to have it as I did back then; the last time I had it was around two years ago. But even then, I switched more into donated or pig’s blood for the past four decades.”

“Do you ever have cravings for human blood?” Was that too much to ask? It possibly was because Choso makes a face that conveys slight objection. Yet your mind genuinely wanted to know.

“I do, but I try not to act on them. Especially now that I have a human brother, and you…I guess it doesn’t feel right that I do so, ya know.”

His response replays in your mind, not because you were confused but because you understood where he was coming from. You’re sure it wasn’t easy for him to go around and sink his fangs into human flesh back then; modern times should make the task a lot easier with so many people on this earth. Although, you can imagine how hard it must have been for Choso to ignore an urge like that, specifically when it caters to his whole being. Alternatives such as pills and blood packets can only do so much.

“..…Have you ever thought of biting me?”

The question came out on its own as your curiosity got the best of you. Yet you don’t regret asking because it’s not impossible to think of ever happening.

Choso’s brown eyes look into yours sincerely, releasing a heavy sigh as if the truth was weighing him down. “…Yes.”

Your expression doesn’t change, remaining neutral. There’s no point in asking why because you can practically answer that yourself: he doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s very considerate, so no wonder he’d put your health and well-being above all else. So, why not do the same for him? “…Would you like to taste mine?”

His eyes widen at your proposal, surveying your face to see any twinges or crack soft a smile that entails a joke. There were none, your expression exhibiting nothing but honesty. “A-Are you sure??”

You nod with a smile. “Yup. I mean, it’s not every day someone gets to have a vampire taste their blood — let alone see a vampire, period. Besides,” you stretch out your arm, your wrist stationed in front of Choso. “If it were any other random vampire, I’d probably throw garlic their way.”

The man scoffs at your comment. “Something also you see in books and movies, Y/n.”

“Whatever,” the two of you laugh at your silliness. “But I’m serious, Chocho. I’m fine as long you’re the one doing it. So, go on.”

A moment of hesitation keeps him in his thoughts, the mental cogs of his brain deciphering what course of action he should take. But he does take your wrist with a large hand, bringing it towards his mouth. And before you know it, the vampiric man unsheathes his fangs out for display and sinks them into your flesh, tearing the skin as they pierce through.

The sharp pain was expected, but you still forced your eyes shut and took in a big inhale. Choso watches your reaction as his fangs take in a sample of your blood for him to taste. The familiar texture of the body fluid courses through him, and drips of it slide down to his tongue. You exhale through your mouth, pursed lips blowing out cool air. It felt as though two needles were simultaneously stabbing your wrist, your hand forming into a fist to situate yourself through the hurtful sensation.

And Choso just keeps watching you as he drinks your red fluid, taking in your graceful reaction. He knows it hurts, but you don’t say anything, pushing through it for the sake of him. He examines your steady breathing, eyes sewn shut, and plump limps agape for inhalation. You looked so good like this — tasted good as well, very sweet with a floral scent; it must have been your signature perfume. It intoxicates him, thinking of your body and fragrance on him and your sweet taste on his tastebuds. It ignites something inside him. Something that he hadn’t experienced in a long time…

“Choso?” You call out to him as his blinks signal that he heard you. “You done there? Don’t want you sucking my arm dry.” You jest to him.

He takes the hint and removes his teeth from your wrist, licking the two pierced holes of excess blood that seeps out. “My bad.”

You tease him some more. “Do I taste that good to you?” You didn’t expect him to give you a curt nod, a silent compliment from your boyfriend. “O–Oh…That’s good to know…” You say timidly, gaze averting downwards. Then, you notice something in the crotch of his pants. You gasp: a pinched tent. Choso follows your sight, finding out about his predicament to his horror. He opens his mouth to explain himself, but you beat him. “Can I take care of it?”

Again, Choso tries to say something, but no words dare to come out as you crawl up towards him. His brain short circuits at your movement, his back hitting the headboard of his bed. His blush creeps around to his ears, contrasting his pale skin and chocolate-colored hair. You smile at him; he’s so adorable and shy about this. “Mind I take the lead for a minute?” You ask for permission, even though the answer is quite clear when he peers at your lips. He nods, your face drawing inward and your soft lips landing on his.

One kiss. Two kisses and a moan. Three kisses pass, and it’s at this point that you two can’t get off each other. As his hand snakes to the back of your head to deepen the kiss, he takes your mewls with his lips, the insertion of his tongue making your toes curl.

Taking the lead as promised, you bring a hand down to the zipper of his ripped jeans, bringing the zipper and the clothing down to throw on the floor. Your fingers curl around the band of his black boxer briefs, pulling them down to reveal his lo— WHAT THE FUCK!!??

His erection springs out from his underwear, and what you’re met with is a fucking behemoth. For one, the thing was way longer than you anticipated — most definitely the longest you’ve had within reach. And because of its length, it looked so pretty to look at. The way his precum trickles down his glans to the underside is so magnificent to your eyes that you’re practically stuck looking at it. And…Is that a piercing right at his frenulum? Oh, wow. Vampire dick, huh.

“Heh, you like what you see, princess?” Suddenly, you feel so small from being called out with that little tease from your boyfriend. You give him a condescending expression, making him chuckle to himself. And who told him to call you that cute nickname!?… Keep going.

Back to the matter, you ogle at his dick again and mentally prep yourself by slowly moving your hand toward it. Your fingers curl around the base and unhurriedly stroke him to figure out a good pace to start. A moan from Choso entails that you know what you’re doing, so you dial up the speed and go further up, stopping your strokes from his piercing down to the base.

He becomes more vocal as your friction becomes more confident, spitting on your hand and tightening your grip to make it easier for his rough skin to slide across your palm. Sticking with a firm and consistent rhythm, you watch your hand go to work on his shaft, watching more of his precum leak and slide down to your fingers. It was so lewd yet so arousing; you feel the throbbing heat between your legs begins to form, swaying your ass to ease the pleasurable sensation while instructing a pornographic act.

“Ahhh, ahhnn, oh shit…” He stammers to give you a proper response, your hand feeling too good. “Oh fuck, your hand feels so good, angel, so goo—Nhhhh!!”

“Really?” You can’t deny the pride you feel for yourself, so you move down to situate between his legs. “That’s all that matters, then.” You bring your free hand to massage his testicles and cover more surface, and more of Choso’s whines and croaks fill the space, his hips bucking to ensure more friction and pleasure on his end.

With the rate this is going, more of his essence leaks out from his urethra, and the raunchy image playing right in front of you has your lips quiver. An intrusive thought roams around your brain while looking at his pink glans. You chew on your lips as you decide on what to do. And when you finally do, it’s now or never.

With a gulp, you bring the tip of his cock to your lips, and the man sharply gasps at the wet sensation of your tongue on his glans. The precum leaves a salty aftertaste on your tastebuds, proving that this is happening: you’re giving your vampiric boyfriend a blowjob right now. Deciding to take things to the next level, you intake more of his inches as much as you can. Not the whole thing because you know you’d probably choke, so you take your time inhaling his length at a comfortable pace and manner. And once you bob your head, the hisses and groans from Choso should give you an idea that he’s feeling elated.

“Haahh…Mmmph…Y/n, your mouth feels so good—Oh shit…” He brings a hand down to the top of your head, a sign you can guess that he wants you to keep going. And so you do, speeding up your motions. Your mouth sucks and teases the underside of his dick, your tongue curves and licks around the piercing of his frenulum, and he jerks when you slowly teasingly lick from the base to the tip. You bring your hand to the rest of the inches you couldn’t cover, your pretty fingers sliding up and down his dick while your free hand comes to his balls for you to massage. The sudden contact of your hands wasn’t expected, his body jolting to the sensations of your tongue and fingers around him, kneading his scrotum as you playfully lick on his cockhead. “—Khhh, ohhhh, fuck…Y/n, baby, I’m—Ahahhh!!”

From the sound of it, he was bound to release his load. So you prepare and bring the tip back into your warm mouth, urging the man to climax. With a few more pumps from your hands coinciding with the laps and sucks of your plump lips, he ruts his groin to your face as his essence spreads inside your oral cavity. And you take it like a champ, sucking every pump to your throat, not letting the tip go until he finished. So, once his body calms down, you release him, wiping off the trail of saliva from your mouth.

Yet it doesn’t stop there; of course, it doesn’t. Because Choso’s cock is very much still sprung and active from your blowjob, meaning it’s inevitable that you’re going to move on to the next phase. And judging by the sheer length of this thing, you have no idea how that shit is gonna fit inside of you. Damn, vampire dick sure is something…

“Y/n?” You snap back from your thoughts when Choso calls out to you, noticing you gawking at his size. “You don’t have to do the rest if you don’t want, baby. I can take care of it.”He’s so sweet looking out for you as he’s aware that you’re a little worried.

But you surprise him when you exit off the bed for a quick second, removing your leggings and underwear for the carpet to keep for you. The same thing goes for your matching bra. And as you crawl back to bed, his wide eyes never leave your lower figure, watching you lie on your back with your head on a pillow and your legs spread wide. “As long as you take the lead, I’ll be fine, Chocho.”

It’s his turn to gulp and ease his dry throat before getting on his knees and positioning himself between your legs, dark brown orbs intaking every detail of your cunt that’s exposed for him. You chew on your lip, “It’s embarrassing if you stare so hard at it, ya know…”

“S-Sorry,” He apologizes while getting back to the task. He grabs ahold of his length and aligns the tip to your wet entrance, and your breath hitches at the contact. “I’ll go real slow, okay?”You give a couple of honest nods for confirmation, and he watches your breathing. When he notes your inhales and exhales, he pushes into your folds. With every inhale you take, he nudges further into you. The pain gets bitter and bitter by the second, and your hands grip the sheets beneath you. “Relax for me, angel, relax.” He comes down to whisper those words to ear; swear to God, you could’ve moaned right there and then. However, you switch your focus to following his advice, reminding your body to stop resisting the unfamiliar limb making entry. The pain is still present, but you count your breaths to distract your mind until the tip finally makes it in, a sharp gasp sneaking past you and a hiss from Choso when you involuntarily grasp around him while he pushes more of him inside.

However, he doesn’t move right away, giving you as much time as you need to catch a steady pattern to breathe along with. Your head already feels too hot, and your chest feels too tight to breathe. You peer down to find that he is only halfway in, and there’s no amount of words to describe the disbelief you’re experiencing at this moment. “I feel…so full already…” You nearly choke on your words. You can practically feel his piercing scrape your insides.

“I know, princess,” he comforted you with a kiss on the forehead while lifting your shirt, your chest meeting his cold, slender fingers that massaged your mounds. All the while, he pushes his cock further into your chasm, and your breathing goes shaky as you try and take every inch of him. Then all of a sudden, your body jolts upward when you feel the tip of his cock hit your cervix; you can only guess now that everything’s entirely inside you. Oh yeah, vampire dick is most definitely something else. Tears start to water your eyes, and your hands come around Chos’s neck, the coldness of his nape piercing greeting your skin. “—Mmmm, fuckin’ Christ…I’m gonna go start moving now, Y/n.”

You appreciate the warning because, with the way his hips start to create a motion to and fro from your entrance, it’s surreal that his shaft is churning your inner wall with minimal effort. Shivers crawl up your spine every time the base meets your southern lips, grazes to your most tender spots result in you chewing on your bottom lip, and God, the occasional jab to your cervix is something you’ll have to get used to. He sucks on one nipple while the other hand tends to the other, the laps of his tongue on the bud of your breast feel so good, and you gasp when his fangs lightly graze it. So exhilaratingly dangerous.

“Choso—Ohhhh…” you coo, your head thrown back when he tweezes your nipple simultaneously with the jab to your cervix. The pace of his thrusts increases a tad, and your voice becomes more vocal than before, filling his bedroom with your breathy whimpers. “So big, you’re so big for me—Ohooo!”

“—Mmfhh!! Fuck, you feel so good for me, princess…Shiiiit—” The way your cunt wraps around him so tightly causes him to rut into you harder and faster, evoking spine-chilling whines from your puffy, bitten lips. Your disheveled figure squirms on the sheets, holding onto Choso for dear life as he churns your tummy insides. Your fragrance attacks his nose when he kisses your neck, nibbling the skin to listen to your cute gasps more. Then, the urge rises. He opens his mouth for his fangs to scrape your neck.

“Ahahhnn!! Ch–Chosooo!!”

Your voice halts his unconscious, realizing what he was about to do and quickly withdrawing his teeth from your neck. No, not now… He thinks to himself, moving his fangs to your shoulder instead. The bite elicits a sharp shriek from your unbeknownst self. Your nails dig into his shoulders, the pain motivating him to explore more of your body with your mouth.

You can feel his kisses trail down your collarbone and breast, sucking on your nipples once more before leaving a tiny bite. You clamp around his girth as a response, which jabs into your cervix repeatedly with precision. More kisses and licks later, and he leaves a bite mark by your collarbone, sucking on the spot to taste more of your sweet blood. Your mind goes dizzy with the constant of his lips and teeth, and the commotion down south has you wrap your legs around him, caging him in as your climax is soon to come.

“—Nnaahh! Ahaahhnn!! Oh, God, Ohmyfuckin’Go—Hhmmff!!” Choso leads a hand down to your clitoris, and you see stars in no time. “Chosooo!! Yer handsss, you’re gonna make me cummm!! Ooooh, shhahhh!!”

Choso listens to your pleas with attentive ears, his fingers swiping rampantly on your clit. Your choked sobs are so beautiful to hear. The way your walls grasp around his length entails you’re about to come on him any second now. “Go on, my angel. Ring me out—Hnnghh!! So fuckin’ tight…”

Erratic ruts to your sloppy cunt cause wet noises to fill your eardrums, and the heat in your face is unbearable while your head pounds harshly. With the swipes on your clit and him grinding his cock to your tender spot, it’s apparent that you two come concurrently. He fills your cunt with his anticipated load while your velvety walls contract around him euphorically, and exchanged pants fill the space between your sweaty bodies.

The two of you experience shocks of your own as your heaving bodies rest on each other, Choso nuzzling his face to your neck as his hand softly massages your breast. Your body calms down, gradually exiting your blissful haze. But it tenses again when you feel another sharp pain in your shoulder, and you snicker while pulling his ear to tease.

“Let you have a taste, now you’re already hooked, huh…”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Choso uses a washcloth to dab on the bite marks around your body, gently pressing down on it and wiping off any blood that leaves your newly added markings. The warm cloth feels good on your cold skin — as if the stinging sensation subsides in seconds.

“You know,” You hum along as he takes care of your body. “I didn’t think you’d be that much of a biter.”

“Sorry,” he moves to your front, dabbing the teeth marks on your breasts and shoulders. You can see the hint of pink that flushes his cheeks and ears. “Got a little carried away…”

You giggle. “No need to apologize, Chocho.” The nickname has him blush harder. He’s so cute when he’s flustered. “Just goes to show that you were enjoying the moment.”

His hands suddenly stop moving, the washcloth now around your wrist. “…Did you?” Caramel eyes dare to peek at yours. “Did you enjoy it?”

You could tell that the question carried a deep-rooted meaning. Not only was this the first time you and Choso had sex, but it was also within the same day you found out he was a vampire. If you were in his shoes, you could guess he’d probably think you didn’t like the experience or found it heavily discomforting. Yet that wasn’t the case at all. So, you have to communicate that to him.

With a warm smile, you let him know, “Yes, I did. I had a great time.” Before you can say more, a random thought prompts you to ask a question. “Hey, I felt you were about to bite my neck, but you didn’t.”

“Hmm? Oh, umm, yeah, I did. The only way for someone to become a vampire is by biting the neck,” He confirms, his gaze drifting down to your wrist as he uses the wet cloth to dab on the mark. “But I don’t want you becoming one now. At least, not without you telling me.”

“Wait, you don't want me to be a vampire?”

“I mean, that’s up to you, honestly. As much as I love you and would love the idea of spending my life with you, that’s only my selfish wish at the end of the day. The choice should be yours to make, not mine.”

You remove your hand from his hold and place it on his cold cheek. The other hand comes up to cup the other, provoking your boyfriend to look directly at you.

“You’re so sweet, you know that?” You have never seen his face change into a flash of pink so quickly; it makes you giggle at him. “Chocho, I appreciate you telling me the truth about yourself. I’m sure it’s been hard on you to carry this burden of pretending to be something you’re not, especially with me. So, again, thank you…However, I can’t really see myself as a vampire, at least right now. My life seems to be at a good place right now, and I want to experience it first-hand, ya know. With you by my side.”

You know Choso is listening to you word-for-word; his brown eyes never leaving your face is evidence of such. So you continue: “So, until then, let me be human for a while longer. When the time is right, I’ll let you know. Sounds good?”

The brown-haired man gives you a smile before answering, resulting in yours broadening. “I’m cool with that.”

You nod. “Cool.”

“…”

“…You want more of my blood, huh.”

“…..I’m sorry,” you laugh at his awkwardness. “You just smell so good. And you taste sweet…”

“In that case,” you withdraw your hands from his cheek and extend an arm out for him. “Have one last taste.”

There’s hesitance when his hand grabs ahold of your wrist. But when he knows you’re complying and on board with this, Choso brings your wrist to his lips, his fangs pierce down on your skin, and he sucks your blood. The pain this time around wasn’t too excruciating. Maybe with all the bites you have on your body right now, you came around and got used to it.

And who knows? Perhaps you’ll grow to love the sensation soon enough.

“Yo! I’m back!” The two of you freeze. A familiar voice from the other side of the hallway brings you back to the present moment. You then remember that Yuuji promised to return from the store and pizza place. And seeing as though time has passed enough for him to be done, the warmth of your body shifts to a disturbing shiver when the bedroom door opens up. “I got the pizzas and left them on top of the oven—“

The salmon-haired other stopped mid-sentence when his eyesight landed in your direction. You can only imagine what’s going through his mind when he looks at you and Choso because that was the same experience you went through a few hours back.

Yuuji looks at the two of you on top of the bed. Clothes decorating the carpeted floor, both your bodies free and nude, your tits out for him to see crystal clear. One of your hands holds a washcloth that harbors red, bloody stains. The other hand stretched out towards Choso’s mouth, where the younger notices fangs withdrew from your wrist. The newly drawn blood from your new mark connects to the sharp teeth of his older brother.

Thirty seconds go by where no one says anything, just three pairs of eyes and figures falling victim to the discomfiting silence of this situation. Until Yuuji starts to uncomfortably laugh at the sight before him for a few seconds. And then suddenly, he stops, and his balance gives way for his body to meet with the floor beneath him.

He fainted.

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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squiddy-god · 4 months ago

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Twisted wonderland and our world is supposed to be very different right ? What if like- the society was actually really accepting of lgbt stuff around there . And the reader/yuu being from a region where such matters were considered very much taboo . So he's scared about like- you know being into his own gender and the twst boys are like- "fym"

Genuinely I feel like this is so good. Because like I love to think that MC/yuu is like,,, really scared to be out,,, a lot of this is gonna be about trans masc/trans readers because that's what I am,,, but there's alot of thoughts so

I'll talk more about male reader but like I'd be fucking terrified as a queer trans man to be out to an entire school, much less an entire school with a reputation for having the worst most villainous personalities. And while I live in America, not perfect or even great, its better than a lot of people's situations. But unfortunately I live in a heavy red state so <3

But still, like the bullying and harassment of high school life while being not only openly queer but also trans masc was like,,, the worst,,, so suddenly being transported into this magical world, where I have no idea what the politics of it are like would be awful,

But the thought that a world so full of magic and whimsy, is just accepting of queerness is so cathartic to me. And I'm Shure there are still parts that suck and are homophobic/transphobic but to think that twst is a world where that stuff is rare and shamed is beautiful to me

Now as a trans person, my thoughts

Sebek "WHAT ARE YOUR PRONOUNS SO I CAN YELL AT YOU CORRECTLY" zigvolt

Malleus, one of the most respectful, calls you child of man until you tell him your pronouns and then boom it's like he had the list of endearments ready to be selected

Ace who totally tries to punch you in the nuts and is horrified at the power you weild

Vil who is the embodiment of "all those years in the closet, and you still dress like that???"

Vil who respects your personal style, who helps you find clothes that make you feel less Dysphoric

Like yuu/you/MC being so terrified when they decided to come out to the first year gang, and being fully prepared for the rejection and ridicule. Only to be met with confusion on why you think they would react with anything other than love and acceptance?

I like to think that Sam's shop is like THE place to be during pride Month, and that he sells like,,, magical T (and E) ykyk

Magic spells for like "tiddies be gone" fire ball style bottom surgery type shit

And besides just being trans, being gay is probably surprisingly easy

Malleus and Leona where you are soooooo worried that this is gonna be some forbidden love thing, that the backlash for being gay would mean you can't be with them

Meanwhile Leona's brother and sister in law are welcoming you with open arms as Leona's partner, Cheka is happy he's going to have a new uncle

Lilia is happy such a nice young man loves his weird lizard son. And grandma mal is overjoyed that her grandson is so in love with you! The future king and prince consort will be such a happy union for the Briar valley.

Meanwhile you are just so worried 😔

Same with vil and neige, you are terrified for the backlash of being openly queer but people send in fan art for pride and just in general because y'all cute

Love all of this. I've been very Dysphoric lately so maybe 👉👈maybe trans masc reader hcs... Hehehe

#squiddy♥︎talks #twst x reader #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #malleus x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #leona x reader #twst vil x reader #twst vil #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #malleus draconia x reader #twst x male reader #trans!reader #trans masc

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i-am-grell · 6 months ago

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Force Anime on a Friend/Mutual/Stranger

I'm confident enough in my binge-watching abilities to estimate that I will likely finish Assassination Classroom at least by this time tomorrow, so let's get the next poll running.

If you are new here, I love anime, but I'm bad at finishing series, starting series, and making choices, so I let the latter fall to Tumblr - I throw a couple shows into a poll and let y'all have at it.

As always, propaganda* (*semi-coherent rambling) below the poll. You are allowed and encouraged to reblog if you think you can bully your followers into voting for your pick. Other people's followers and strangers of Tumblr, you do not have to know me, follow me, like me, or even really like anime if you wanna push a button - we solely accept "I like pressing buttons" as a poll strategy here.

Propaganda:

A Note About Long Series - For our beloved super-fucking-long series, I break them up by season/arc/however-they're-divided for the purpose of these polls. We play it by ear, and how much I will watch is specified here in the propaganda.

Rambles:

Fairy Tail - Here's the thing: I have no fucking clue where I left off and I only remember a chunk of the arcs or very memorable episodes (and lots of the fillers - I like them being happy and goofy ok?). I MIGHT have been just starting the Tenrou Island arc but god knows at this point. So, uh, for the purpose of this poll, "finish" isn't the most accurate word... I'm just gonna go around again and actually keep track this time. This poll option will cover a rewatch of Season 1 of Fairy Tail.

Horimiya: The Missing Pieces - I've said it before and I'll keep saying it: Izumi was hottest in the first handful of episodes with the hair and the piercings. They un-emoed my boy and I'm Upset.

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. - I love Saiki K, but I've only seen every episode dubbed by Jerry Jewell specifically. I have not seen the non-dubbed, and I have not watched Reawakened yet. I know many of you enjoy those regardless (and wish and pine and hope for an official dub). I know they're worth it. This is your chance to make me watch it - I know I will enjoy it. I just miss my emotional support voice actor.

Chainsaw Man - Pros: chainsaw demons, fucking banger of an OP, dog (who is the chainsaw demon).

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood - I'm gonna make all you weebs real mad here for a second. I have not seen FMA nor FMA:B. I've absorbed the relevant cultural knowledge through internet osmosis, but that's it. I do know Many Things such as the dog for instance. I just have not sat down and watched it proper. This is your opportunity to correct one of my many anime sins. Godspeed.

The Case Study of Vanitas - Vampires and steampunk is soooooo my thing. Plus, I'll get to watch another Danny Motta reaction series after this so even better. Show of hands in the tags if we love Danny Motta (that means reblog this, cowards 🔫).

#fairy tail #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #erza scarlet #gray fullbuster #horimiya #horimiya: the missing pieces #kyoko hori #izumi miyamura #the disastrous life of saiki k #saiki k #saiki kusuo #chainsaw man #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #the case study of vanitas #vanitas #anime #anime poll

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liebgotts-lovergirl · 1 year ago

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okay you've cast your mutuals as easy company, but now plz consider: cast your mutuals as the pacific or gen kill? :)

Ooh Anon, thank you!! This was such a good idea that I'm gonna do both!! This will be the Pacific one and I'll do Gen. Kill in a separate post! 💖

♥ Eugene Sledge ~ @softguarnere Bestie, the way this was the easiest one!! Y'all are so much alike and I just know y'all would be best friends. The artistic temperament 🤌🏼

♥ Merriell "Snafu" Shelton ~ @latibvles Chaos incarnate but with a heart of gold and so incredibly talented!!

♥ Sidney Phillips ~ @ithinkabouttzu Literally so bubbly and Southern but a loyal friend to the end!! The perfect balance of tactful and tough!

♥ R.V. "Burgie" Burgin ~ @eightysix-baby I wish I knew you better because you're super cool which is why I picked Burgie! From the little we see of him, we absolutely love him bc he's sweet, funny, responsible, and above all else, loyal.

♥ Robert "Bob" Leckie ~ @emmythespacecowgirl You remind me of the best parts of Leckie!! Dude has such a passion for knowledge and aesthetics. And he's so driven to succeed, no matter the circumstances!

♥ Bud "Runner" Conley ~ @mccall-muffin Literally so funny and kind!! Full of life and entertainment always!

♥ Lewis "Chuckler" Juergens ~ @hxad-ovxr-hxart Meme after my own heart 🤣🤌🏼 You get me. Chuckler is a great combination of serious and hilarious which I think matches you perfectly!

♥ Bill "Hoosier" Smith ~ My fellow chip-on-the-shoulder queen @brassknucklespeirs 💖 You have such a fiery passion for those you love and care about which reminds me a lot of Hoosier! Also literally everyone knows you're gorgeous soooooo 💁🏻‍♀️ I rest my case lol

♥ Jay De L'Eau ~ @bellewintersroe I love Jay so much omfg. He's such a genuinely kind sweetheart of a person but he also has moments where he's just a complete goofball which I think fits your vibe perfectly!!

Thank you so much for the ask, lovely!! Gen. Kill Casting pending 💖

#AlyAnswers #CastYourMutuals #moots #TP #TumblrBesties

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Lol and my point is that this discussion is used to coddle rape apologists like this "boys like being raped, they just shrug it off :)" anon of yours and her overt overt contempt and anti-victim sentiment. "I'm not saying it's not rape" oh thanks how magnanimous of you, tbf it does set you apart from last time shit shit came up, but we can see you don't think of it as real rape either by how you let anons like this slide. Imagine posting this uncritically and thinking you're not promoting rape apologia. How about the person in your notes saying it categorically isn't something life-changing and that's why it's insulting to compare them. Or the ones gushing about how kind and gentle female rapists are and how it's not real violence so tut tut it's just not even the same league. How about the one saying her gay male friend would have enjoyed it if he was straight, absolving his rapist of her predatory behavior? My question is why are you so comfortable with how this conversation promotes that behavior.

Every male victim I've ever talked to has been deeply impacted by it, even if they sometimes go along with the narrative that they're 'fine' or they liked it because that's the narrative that's pushed onto us immediately. Do you think anyone's going to be vulnerable when approached by the obvious dismissive-ness this anon is showing? Nah much easier to insist their superficial reactions to your hostility is proof they're fine and that any that speak up are just malicious whiners trying to belittle rape as some trivial event. Even though the only ones saying certain kinds of rape are soooo easy, fine, and not worthy of being called horrific/terrible/violent are y'all.

It's clearly not enough for y'all to say it's not the same, and it wouldn't be an issue if that's all you said because I agree with that. Penetration, size differences, age differences, total ages, pain level, whether substances were involved, the level of fear at the time, the level or threat of violence, whether you're made to feel it's your fault, potential pregnancy, and many more things are obviously factors that can change the situation and level of severity. That's not the controversial part. I also agree that it's important to acknowledge several of these are biased against women's biology and that's part of why rape is a successful tool of terror against women.

But you don't stop at it's not the same lol, you feel compelled to drive home what a vastly immeasurably lesser type of barely-a-crime it is for you to rape a male, just soooooo different it's insulting to even think of them as related crimes that could somehow be compared. Vaguely a "bad situation" you admit, but you take pains to stress it's NOT horrific, nothing there to horrify you no no, nothing actually terrible about it. Keep telling me on how when a woman rapes a boy it's mildly and just vaguely "bad" but there's no horror, and no fear, and no pain, and no lasting harm, barely any degradation - actually he looks back fondly on it as your anon asserts and it's important everyone knows how whiny these barely-victims are being. Please tell me more on how my experiences were MAYBE traumatic since anything can be, but the scarring and violation is no worse than someone breaking into your kitchen. Please tell me more on how incomparably easy and nice it is for boys to be raped, how many orders of magnitude better this rape-lite is. Please tell me more how you are more uniquely qualified than the actual victims of the experience to say how rape for them is a complete non-event like your anon says. Your goal clearly isn't to discuss certain factors of severity and how those can influence things in complex ways depending on the situation, but to say that subjective things like degradation and "horror" are entirely external and categorical and that certain kinds of rape can and should be mocked and dismissed as entirely incomparably easy, just like your anon was doing.

In any case I call bullshit because in the times I've talked about my SA in which I was penetrated, I get all the same level of harassment like "well it sounds like you didn't fight back how were they supposed to know", "you're just trying to demonize gay men why even bring this up", "the male-male power dynamic is different so it's still not rape", and a dozen other bits of bullshit on why I'm still not a "real rape victim". Not saying I'm unique here though, for every single victim there's ghouls like you ready to pop up and scream they had it easy and they don't suffer REAL pain and don't deserve sympathy.

Can't wait to read your essay on how truly I was the one degrading and harming my poor rapist by penetrating her since apparently that's the only criteria that matters. poor her!

Agree with your take and not sure why the Bisexual Adult Male is pitching a fit about it…all the male friends and acquaintances I’ve known over the years looked back fondly (or with bemusement) at the sexual experiences they had with female teachers, older female cousins, nannies, and cleaning ladies. Hell, most of them tell me they initiated and wanted to continue the ��relation’. That’s not to say I condone grooming or assault on either sex but it is untrue that males suffer the same as females. The number of men traumatised by sexual assault/grooming by women pales in comparison to the number of men who simply shrug it off or don’t even conceive of it as a crime. Bisexual Adult Male should start by convincing his own fellow male victims if he wants those crimes to be taken seriously.

I don't even think he disagrees with me really, just with how I said it. His experiences especially with how he was treated afterward are awful, which is something I've never denied. I never said female-on-male rape/assault isn't rape or isn't traumatic. My point is that they aren't the exact same thing, and because I know I would much rather not be penetrated during an assault, I personally don't think the level of degradation and pain is the same, although being forced to penetrate is still degrading and bad.

#I wouldn't have had to turn off anon if you were just wanting to acknowledge it's different #you all want to degrade certain types of assault as fine that's a completely separate goal #Also shitty of anon to compare willing statutory rape victims to UNWILLING ones wow wonder if there's a difference there

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love-strawberry · 3 years ago

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it's like we're in love

summary : in which she acts like he put the stars in the sky and he worship the ground she walks on.

pairing : ben barnes x reader

warnings : language

author's note : had so much fun writing this!! @mrsben-barnes , i love you!!! <3

tagged : @mrsben-barnes @slut4benbarnes @ellora-brekker @0oolookitsme

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sakinotfound · 3 years ago

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Obey Me! Headcanons

a.k.a. my headcanons on what i would be like in Devildom and my relationship with the brothers if it was all real which absolutely no one asked for or cares for that matter.

a/n 1: lemme know your own if you wanna because i would love to read your versions of it. you can obviously read this as a x reader and put yourselves and throw me out✌️

a/n 2: this is part 1. i intend to make one with the other characters as well. lemme know if you all are even interested in reading them lol

genre: can be read as platonic/romantic

warnings: pronouns of the reader aren't mentioned. nonthing else i guess, if i am wrong please let me know.

• Right off the bat I wouldn't like the brothers very much from the start. I'd be pretty annoyed and constantly on the i-hate-y'all-lemme-go-home mode. So I won't be cooperative at all. And maybe, just a teeny weeny bit petty.

• I would try to runaway somehow at first. Idk how, but like you'd find me in library or some shit. Trying to find some way to escape from here. Being all sneaky so nobody finds out my grand masterplan for sneaking back up.

• But eventually I'd realize, life in Devildom is much better than on Earth. I am always up for adventures and trying something new so a stay at Devildom, among all the demons and being an exchange student and experiencing a whole new experience would always be exciting and fun to me.

• Now my first impressions and then the understanding of the characters. (I am only up till Lesson 15 ehehe👉👈👀)

Lucifer: I would absolutely love Lucifer. He would be exactly what I need to keep me motivated and focused. Lucifer just has that sort of authority, high reputation and strictness with that soft side that makes you want to make him proud and you put your everything to just get him to pat your head and praise you or just acknowledge it and give you that reassuring nod. I would die for his praises and that smile he gives when you know you did something right. At the start of the game I was scared to disappoint him so that would show and be painfully obvious.

• I would definitely, 110% consider him and look at him as a father figure and would call him "dad" atleast once by mistake. Let's not talk about how I'd be mortified and would not talk to him or show my face to him for atleast a week unless he hunts me down or something.

• As the game went on, I felt kinda annoyed about how strict he was and how much rigid he would get to the point that he took jokes very seriously. So it was very hard to satisfy him. But then I understood, he was tired and exhausted. He is used to how his brothers are and that is how he treats us too. He is the eldest child, he isn't supposed to take care of them, that's not his duty but he has too. He has a lot of responsibilities and I doubt he has any time for himself. That's why he is a to the point, straightforward person who doesn't wanna deal with anymore bullshit. I completely understand and relate with him.

• But that doesn't mean I would not take the golden opportunities to annoy him. Satan, Mammon and I would be total menaces ✨ just for him✨. Mammon and I would have a bet if I would succeed in my goal of making him laugh at least once. The other brothers would put their bets too.

• oh and i would soooooo tease him about Diavolo and what a simp the demon king is for him. i would live for his reactions. let me tell you, if DiaLuci actually happens, I (we/mc) was/were behind it. Yes I'll be the wingman they need.

Mammon: Oh I would brutally roast Mammon in the start. I see through people's bullshit most of the time, just don't point out sometimes. But Mammon can be read like a book by the most oblivious person ever alive. So I would call him out and tell him that these things won't work on me and fail all his plans of carrying out his tsundere ways of living. I know it would irk me a little and I would enjoy making him all flustered, considering how high and mighty he was acting in the start. (still does it to this day)

• But oh well, Mammon is Mammon. He would work his charm on me in no time. As time goes on and I study him more, I'd realize behind that tsundere mask is an insecure and scared boy who puts on a façade so no one finds out how vulnerable and needy he is. How insecure and scared he gets. How he needs validation, support and love a lot but fills that void by his own boasting and self-praises. I didn't say I wouldn't get tired of these last two things but I would understand him.

• In the end, I know I would fall for this cutie. And he would take advantage of my weakness for all-things-cute. I would always and I mean always, make sure to let him know, no, I'll tattoo it in his brain how worthy he is and how important he is to me. I would shower him with words of affirmation, constant and never wavering support and tonnes of love. And not once would you find me slacking in this, mind you. I just know I would love spending time with him. And I know he has good fashion sense (which I wish I could have) so we'll go shopping a lot. I have a good control over my spending expenses so don't you worry Lucifer.

Levi: I would prolly smack him and put him in his place. I don't like his overly obsessed, and very concern-causing personality. I mean his whole personality is him being an otaku. That's it. He seriously needs to touch some grass. So I'd prolly throw him out of the window into the outside lawn or something.

• Levi and my relationship would take some time and effort from both the sides to grow. I mean sure I love anime and I like video games too so yeah we can enjoy that together but this bitch was ready to kill me when he got into his demon form just because of a quiz. So yeah he needs to chill out.

• I guess in the end, Levi and I will be good friends. He isn't a bad person. Also I think he can introduce me to a lot of new stuff when it comes to the online and gaming world and I think that's cool. We'll prolly host movie nights with everyone every once in a while. It's a bonding time for everybody. It sometimes ends up in a cuddle pile much to Lucifer's relief or a pillow/popcorn fight much to Lucifer's dismay.

Satan: Oh My God, Satan is my soulmate. (Never thought I'd say that.... *contemplates everything for two minutes while staring at the floor*). Partners in crime because making Lucifer's hair grey faster is our shared life goal. At first it would be just His and Hellos and some random conversations in corridors or dinner table. But you remember how he asked us to go for a walk and look around Devildom? Yeah that would be the start of our friendship.

• We would get to know each other and we'd discover we have a lot in common. Like anger issues, toning it down and keeping it in because we have too much in stock, our love for reading and books and cats or just animals in general. I think every Sunday or something we'll go to a cat cafe. I guess playing with animals helps Satan calm down and distract himself for all the Wrath he has bubbling inside. It's pretty effective for me.

• I'd spend most of my time in his room if Mammon is not hogging me all for himself. We would sit around and read books, with him recommending me some all the time. I would love to discuss and theorize things with him. We'll share our opinions and ideas about future and other things sometimes at night too, just walking around after dinner or sitting at the rooftop.

Asmodeus: Asmo and I wouldn't be close at first, like at all. I don't like his self-obsessed, narcissistic personality. Also I hate being touched and hugged and kissed and all those things. Also Asmo can be very hurtful sometimes to Mammon and my protective mode would make me furious. I know sibilings do that (I have seen it lol) but I love Mammon way too much. I think asking someone to kill themselves is just too much.

• But eventually when I'll spend more time with the him and I'd observe, study and understand everyone more and more, I'd understand why Asmo is like how he is. I guess he tries to hide his insecurities or any hate/mean comments he gets behind that narcissistic personality of his. He is confident in himself but that doesn't mean it never hurts. He isn't actually a bad person and after spending some time we'd actually get along very well. I know I will like spending time with him. I would eventually learn how to ignore his continuous self-obsessed comments and just learn to live with it. As long as he isn't being judgmental to others, it's nothing inherently bad. I mean it's good to praise oneself (though he takes it to a whole new level).

• I think he would help me a lot with my self-esteem and self-confidence. And he would teach me a thing or two about self-care and beauty tips too which are much needed. We would have a fun time just relaxing and take care of each other and ourselves. I think he has a lot to talk and tell about and I speak very less so it's perfect. I'll just be a listening ear for him to rant about anything. I think he and I would go shopping a lot and he'll know all the best places to hang out and take good pictures at. I am not a social media person but people do say (not to flatter myself ehehe) that I take great pictures.

• Also I think I would eventually like his endearing words and light affectionate touches. I mean I am homesick and alone so it would be very refreshing. But you'd find me backing off a lot of times and giving him a look that says not-right-now-asmo a lot too because I get annoyed lol.

Beelzebub: Bros. Yes, we'd be bros. We'd randomly meet at the kitchen one night. He'd be doing his thing and I mine. But as a shitty cook and person with fire and explosion affinity as I am, Beel would offer to help me I guess (because he is a good boy).

• Bet he has lots of good recipes and I loveeeeeee LOVE, did i say love? FOOD. that's my one true love, the love of my life, my lifeline, my oxygen, my everything. High five Beel🖐️. So I would love to try everything new he makes or all the Devildom recipes he has. And you'd find me snacking and hanging out with him in the kitchen at 2 a.m. or something a lot.

• I am not gonna lie, I would ask him, atleast once, if I can dive in between his tits uh-i mean pecs, yeah pecs and suffocate myself for a few minutes or so. Spoiler: Would last more than few minutes. Spoiler 2: I would fall asleep on top of him and that would start an afternoon nap ritual where I fall asleep on him, lying on him like the fat seal I am and we'd sleep for an hour or two. Leave it to Asmo to bring everyone to look at us and click pictures. Lucifer probably has one too from a Polaroid camera and he has hidden it well for his eyes only.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me platonic

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ahkaahshi · 5 years ago

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when they’re drunk + when their s/o is drunk [hcs]

pairings: miya atsumu x fem reader, oikawa tooru x fem reader, akaashi keiji x fem reader

genre: just some good ol humorous content

warning(s): some slightly nsfw content/implications, swearing, alcohol consumption, hq guys (atsumu) goin stupid

when he's drunk

is actually a heavyweight

but when he’s drunk, he’s drunk drunk

like, literally will not remember what happened that night because all the drinks just hit him all at once and he's like oh, fuck

he’s pretty fun when he’s drunk though

definitely the life of the party

expect lots of hollering @ you and @ his boys

and dancing (if he throws it back, you better catch it or else he’ll question your loyalty to him)

also gets super horny for you when he’s inebriated

will grab your ass, have his hands on your waist, or shower you with sloppy kisses while he praises you in a way that makes you laugh because of how gone he is

“(f/n), yeerrrrr soooooo fuckin’ hot, like, giiiiirrrrrlllll who gave ya the permission ta slay like that?”

overall, he's a good time, very entertaining, 10/10

when you’re drunk

will stay nearby to make sure nobody tries anything weird

will gas you up like that one girl in the bathroom always does (you know that one girl, I know you do. and if you are her, just know you’re doing great things)

“yer lookin’ so sexy tonight, baby; love that li’l outfit on ya.”

will hold back your hair if you throw up

but will also tease you for not being able to hold your liquor the entire time

will 1,000% clear the dance floor for you if you wanna show off your drunken dance moves because you’re his s/o and he’s so proud of you

he is a certified party animal but knows your limit and will cut you off before you go past it (you’ll thank him for this later)

but if he says he’ll be the designated driver so you can go crazy, uber or ask samu to drive y'all lmao you can’t trust him to stay sober

cuddles with you if you have a hangover the next morning, but, again, teases you so much you end up kicking him out of bed anyway

when he’s drunk

thinks he’s a heavyweight but is actually a lightweight lmao

seriously can’t hang when he’s drunk

gets super flirty (but only with you) and will whine until you give him attention

“(f/n)-channnnn, lemme make out with youuuuuu!”

cue iwaizumi, hanamaki, and mattsun in the back like why tf did we agree to go bar hopping with this mf

and if you’re not there, he’ll send you drunk texts all night long that are very spicy

but he has his brightness turned like all the way up and big font on his phone, so everyone can see he’s thirsting for you

definitely should not be texting such things in public places

makki takes his phone, screenshots the texts, and sends them in the group chat with mattsun and iwaizumi so they can roast him

if he’s at a house party, he’s in the living room, kicking ass on super smash bros (he plays better when he’s drunk???)

or he’s asleep on the couch moments after telling everyone he was going for another drink to “prove he can handle his alcohol”

gets very cuddly and clingy, and you have to constantly keep his hands under control or else he will put you at risk of public indecency

sleeps like a rock when he gets home

when you’re drunk

will dance with you a lot to make sure everyone gets the idea that you’re off the market

will not hold back your hair if you throw up

instead sends iwaizumi or one of your other friends to help you while he utters reassurances from a safe distance

will 100% have sex with you wherever if the alcohol has you feeling a certain kinda way

is the guy who says “that’s my girl” when you take another shot like a champ

tells you you’re the most beautiful woman in the entire world even if the night’s got you lookin a hot mess

you smack him after you sober up and see yourself in the mirror

“takes care of you”

this means putting you in the recovery position, leaving a trash can by your side of the bed, and frantically texting iwaizumi at 4am when you wake up and puke a lil

tries and fails to make toast for you that isn’t completely charred the next morning

when he’s drunk

first of all, he isn’t

actually is but adamantly denies it

wait until he’s a few more drinks in and mention it again

“you’re drunk, keiji.”

“lol yeah.”

has a moderate alcohol tolerance and knows his limit very well

can be either one of two ways: 1. chilled out and smiley or 2. chilled out but brutally honest without a filter

bokuto is very scared of 2., and anyone in their right mind should be

however, no matter which mood he’s in, he’s always very sweet with you

gets a little handsy but can control himself

will not dance or be loud, but will hang out and maintain his role as team mom even if he can barely see straight

his bokuto and (f/n) radars are still fully functioning, and he knows where y'all are at all times

is infuriatingly good at beer pong

most likely places to find him: a. sittin in the corner, chillin; b. in the kitchen, munchin; c. at the bar, making sure bokuto doesn’t order more drinks after he specifically told him not to; d. on the couch, takin a nap after passing the mom baton to you or tatsuki

when you’re drunk

will watch with amusement as you dance your heart out

will be nearby to steady you if you can’t walk straight so you don’t fall and hurt yourself

and if you do, he already put bandaids in your purse ahead of time

will hold your hair if you throw up and will rub your back while offering you kind, comforting words (though he often mixes in some warnings and words of advice)

king of complimenting you, but will also be honest and tell you if your makeup is smudged. also fixes wardrobe malfunctions

knows your limit and will make sure you don’t exceed it

tells you he’s going to get you another drink; brings back water

will accept any drunken love and affection from you but will not have sex with you until you’re sober because he doesn’t want to feel like he’s taking advantage of you

will snuggle you all night long if you want him to

there will be painkillers, water, and rice on your bedside table in the morning by the time you wake up

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heyyyharry · 4 years ago

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“My Girl” Instagram #17

(They keep making fun of each other and fans go crazy)

For readers of both the self-insert and OC version, Bambi’s Instagram handle is @diaryofawriterwannabe (because I’m too lazy to edit every post to @yourinstagram for Tumblr 😂)

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harrystyles "I am fucking crazy but I am free"

diaryofawriterwannabe 🙄

↪ harrystyles @diaryofawriterwannabe do not roll your eyes at me

↪ diaryofawriterwannabe @harrystyles do not tell me what to do

↪ fan1 @diaryofawriterwannabe I LOVE YOU GUYS SM

↪ fan2 @diaryofawriterwannabe parents 😭

↪ fan3 @diaryofawriterwannabe what kind of enemies to lovers shit is this 😂

fan4 SIR U WATCH TIKTOK????

fan5 Lmaoooo

fan6 Omg what is she doing? 💀

fan7 MA'AM THAT IS NOT SAFE 😳

fan8 She wrote it in her book that they used to climb trees all the time, y'all so dramatic for what lol

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diaryofawriterwannabe @harrystyles this u?

harrystyles No

↪ diaryofawriterwannabe @harrystyles bullshit

fan1 YES MA'AM CALL HIM OUT

fan2 This couple is too much hahahaha

fan3 If my future relationship isn't like this I don't want it

fan4 Is this recent?

↪ diaryofawriterwannabe @fan4 he was 17-18 :)

↪ harrystyles @fan4 that's not even me, please don't believe everything you see online :)

↪ fan4 @diaryofawriterwannabe @harrystyles OMG BOTH OF YOU REPLIED

↪ fan5 @fan4 what's it like to be god's favourite?

↪ gemmastyles @fan4 I can confirm that it's him

↪ fan4 @gemmastyles 😱😱😱

↪ fan6 @diaryofawriterwannabe @harrystyles YOU GUYS ARE SO FUNNY

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diaryofawriterwannabe Weirdo

harrystyles You're just asking for it at this point

↪ diaryofawriterwannabe @harrystyles when am I getting it then?

↪ fan1 @diaryofawriterwannabe @harrystyles SIR MA'AM THIS IS A FAMILY SHOW

↪ fan2 @harrystyles IG's guidelines:👩‍🦯

↪ fan3 @harrystyles YOU GUYS ARE RECKLESS

↪ fan4 @harrystyles Get a room lmaoooo

↪ fan5 @harrystyles u really said "i'm fucking crazy but i'm free" 💀

↪ fan6 @harrystyles ASKING FOR WHAT OMG 😳

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harrystyles @diaryofawriterwannabe it's getting embarrassing at this point

diaryofawriterwannabe @harrystyles 🤜👨🏻

↪ fan1 @diaryofawriterwannabe NOT THE MUSTACHE 💀

↪ fan2 @diaryofawriterwannabe @harrystyles Sorry dad, I'm team mom

↪ fan3 @diaryofawriterwannabe I'm laughing so hard rn 🤣

↪ fan4 @diaryofawriterwannabe I WANT YOUR RELATIONSHIP PLEASE 😭

isaacskye You woke up and chose violence

↪ fan5 @isaacskye KING

↪ fan6 @isaacskye not Isaac commenting lmaoooo this keeps getting better and better

↪ fan7 @isaacskye the best thing about this is y'all using gen z language hahahaha

↪ diaryofawriterwannabe @fan7 I taught them well

↪ fan7 @diaryofawriterwannabe MA'AM YOU REPLIED ASJKLDWHAKLJFJEJK

niallhoran I turned on post notifications for you guys

↪ fan8 @niallhoran same Niall same

↪ fan9 @niallhoran you and Isaac lmaooooo

↪ fan10 @niallhoran NOT ISAAC'S COMMENT GETTING MORE LIKES THAN NIALL'S 😂

aliceinwondergram I LIVE FOR THESE COMMENTS

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diaryofawriterwannabe He's okay I guess 🙄

harrystyles Just okay? 😔

↪ diaryofawriterwannabe @harrystyles jk love you babe 🥰

↪ harrystyles @diaryofawriterwannabe yay love you too

↪ fan1 @harrystyles awwwww

↪ fan2 @harrystyles @diaryofawriterwannabe you guys are so chaotic I LOVE IT

↪ fan3 @harrystyles soooooo cute!!!

niallhoran *turns off notifications* *unfollows* *blocks*

↪ diaryofawriterwannabe @niallhoran 🤣

↪ harrystyles @niallhoran no stay, I still have so many pics that could ruin her life

↪ fan4 @harrystyles LMAOOOOOOO THIS COUPLE

↪ diaryofawriterwannabe @harrystyles UM YOU KNOW WHAT

↪ isaacskye @harrystyles you woke up and chose death

↪ fan5 @niallhoran THESE REPLIES ARE SENDING ME

↪ fan6 @niallhoran @isaacskye KING SHIT

(more here)

#harry styles fanfic #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles writing #my girls series #my girl instagram #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff

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billiewena · 3 years ago

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hey tabitha i just saw you finished and this your living kiss for the first time? 👀 what are your thoughts on it?

(spoiler review under the cut lmao)

LOVED IT LOVED IT. so I’m not a big AU person (I love canonverse too much and there’s always so many OOC characters... it's why I never finished Beat Sheet RIP, though it was hilarious and now that I know the plot twist through tumblr I kinda want to finish it just for that.) But this hit just the right amount of buttons for me.

I think their relationship translated soooooo well to this alternate universe. like, what is dean if not just some guy with a shitty, shitty life but lots of spirit and love who somehow inspires cas to be himself and break free y'know.

the side character roles were so creative too. like, missouri being his former teacher and mentor? kevin being the insecure student in class who was worried he'd never measure up to the poems from class? even tired-and-true tropes like charlie being his best friend felt more fleshed out with the flashbacks to how they met and her having her own life & story rather than just being there to be the emotional gay support.

also I said this here but I really do like that jack was the saileen kid instead of the destiel kid. I'm not big on baby jack (sorry y'all.) to be fair, this is definitely a personal preference since I don’t really care for babies or kidfic in general lol (the responsibility of raising a baby is terrifying to me and I don’t get the appeal of a ship having one) and have complicated feelings on dean & jack in general. but sometimes it sucks to see the importance of sam & jack's relationship undermined just to give dean/destiel a baby too, especially when he had been the first one to truly be there for him and care about him. so this at least fixes that.

uncle dean works SO well too. he’s not his father but he does spend a lot of time taking care of the kid and still becomes a huge part of his life. and it also meant we got to have a young jack who greets everyone by signing and I think that’s absolutely adorable (love that he was still adopted too.) sam got to more than just the “brother who is off at law school” too, loved them discussing the intricacies of being raised by john winchester and dean seeing how sam is trying to be a better father to jack.

anyways, as for the actual meat of the fic I mean woooooooooh the psychoanalysis of dean winchester through poems were written SO well and delicately. I’m not a very cultured person when it comes to poetry so I honestly learned a lot about form and prose from the discussions about it in both cas and missouri’s class. jack allen’s style is so fun and the kind of poetry I would be way more into over the “I am very intelligent” types the other students seem to prefer, with the way it feels more real and storytelling and references pop culture. it’s why I enjoy spn bloggers’ poems so much I think, because I know what it’s referencing.

but yeah, the “perfect” poem had me crying and seeing cas’s reaction to realizing the “lazarus” poem was about him was great. dean’s first poem about death was actually my favorite, I loved that it used creatures from the show like Thee Death as metaphor and imagery in his poem. it’s just such a cool way to tie in canon.

other small moments I liked: 1) the alternating POVs showing how each saw the other and were like “wow he is out of my league” 2) the hilarious discourse on how his poem was “femalecoded” and Max and Kevin basically being like “yeah that’s not a thing” like hello spn tumblr and 3) DEAN’S BIRTHDAY <3

was it borderline lifetime rom-com? sure. is it very unrealistic that a lot of people would show up to a lgbt college group’s poetry seminar because there was an attractive teacher? definitely. but overall, it’s just a very soft and sweet fic that I think any artist or creative type (not just poem writers) can relate to and see themselves in.

anyways this is definitely longer than what you asked for but WOOF I like this fic a lot, talk to me about it

sidenote: had a very out-of-body experience reading this part of the fic after realizing this fic was written in 2019 aka a YEAR BEFORE THE CONFESSION???

#the cascord has been doing a fic of the month club which is why I finally read it #next one up is strandlines so wish me luck #last one was Teaching Poetry to Fish which I haven't actually finished yet because I made the mistake of trying to read it one sitting #asks #gracekisses #destiel #and this your living kiss

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show-choir-gal · 4 years ago

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“Amortentia” Marcus Flint Imagine

Guide: Y/N = Your Name Y/F/F = Your Favourite Flower

Word count: 6,933

Wow, this was so much longer than what I normally write but I am in love with Marcus Flint soooooo... I hope you all can enjoy this because I put in a lot of time and effort to make this great! Don't forget to send in ideas or requests! I want to be able to write more and just more of what y'all would like to see!

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I was one year behind Flint, but one year ahead of Adrien Pucey who was my next door neighbour. My older brother Duncan was best friends with Adrien's second eldest brother and so naturally him and I became friends. My brother was such a huge Quidditch nerd and that passed down to me, so I always heard about their practices and games. The family even went to a few of the Hogwarts games. My eldest brother was already off playing Quidditch with the Falmouth Falcons and well on his way into earning a spot on the Irish National Quidditch Team. Despite my big-ish family, there was just three kids in total; my eldest brother Cillian, followed by Duncan, and then me... the only girl. I was definitely the favourite, being not just the youngest but the only girl. I was beloved, and it wasn't any different when I got my acceptance letter from Hogwarts.

It was September 1st, my first day going to the school everyone in my family had attended before I. We said our goodbye, despite the gross stares from the more "traditional" and "good" wizarding families. Mum was crying as she hugged my 11 year old body, not wanting to let go so I didn't grow up. Dad eventually pulled her up and Duncan promised to always make sure I was okay. He WANTED me to be his shadow, something not many would believe. He had a moral obligation to protect me, an obligation I didn't quite understand until later in my life. Both of us made our way to what Duncan called the "Slytherin Car". He held the door open for me, and all I saw were many clad in green robes, scarves, and hats. I was in awe when my thoughts were swiftly interrupted. "Oi, Blackwell. No first years in the car." A black haired boy hollered from our left side of the car. "Piss off Flint, we all know you would've came in your pants to be here last year," Duncan stated, "C'mon, I sit in the back." I followed suit as my brother shoved people out of the way to get to his usual seat, but not before both of us shot that boy a glance that made him turn paler than he already was. All I could hear behind me were taunts and laughs being hurled at this boy. My brother and I sat and his friends quickly took me under their wings. I was quickly becoming their favourite as well. The Sorting Ceremony was well off, and my name was suddenly called. The entire dining hall fell silent, then whispers. I took my seat on the stool and McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on my head. "Ah yes, a Blackwell. I could simply sort you Slytherin...but that would be too easy, wouldn't it?" the hat started. My brother was intently staring in my direction. "The brilliant wit of a Ravenclaw, I suppose you'll be the brightest witch in your year... Or perhaps Gryffindor, you would make a brilliant Gryffindor..." My brothers eyes widened at the words the hat was saying, a Blackwell has never been anything except Slytherin. "My my dear, you are one big puzzle for a first year." The hat was pensive, contemplating everything placed before them. This ordeal of analysing intently went on for about six and a half minutes. Duncan was gripping the table and bouncing his leg. "My dear you stumped me, but no matter which house you'd be put in, they would be extremely lucky to have you to their name, but alas I have finally made a decision... SLYTHERIN!" The Slytherin table erupted in cheers, my brother and his friends were the first to shoot up from the table. McGonagall took the hat off of my head and I made my way to sit beside my brother as he hugged me and the table couldn't keep their glee under control. My first year went off without a hitch, but I always had to hear my brother and his friends complain about the boy named Flint. He made the Quidditch team and just annoys everyone. According to the boys, he really tries to get with every girl he can. We were all talking about Quidditch and school around the fireplace in the common room. Suddenly Flint walked in with a smug look on his face, the boys just laughed in a tone of unison, they knew what he just finished up doing. My brother smirked and looked at me, "I can't wait for you to be a second year so you can make the Quidditch team and put Flint in his place more than you do already." My brother said as he sent a wink to Flint whose smile faded from his face. "At least I'm not a shadow to my family, unlike *her*." Flint said gesturing to me Duncan was ready to say something but I shot back, "At least I don't look like I'm half troll. Do the girls only talk to you because they feel bad?" I replied with a look of "concern" on my face, my lips lowering into a sarcastic frown. The boys around me started to giggle. "Believe it or not, girls actually want ~this~" Flint replied, gesturing to himself. "With teeth like yours, I wouldn't want to even think about snogging you." I replied as I cocked my eyebrow. The boys around me bursted into laughter as Flint became flustered. "Flint you better leave before you get burned more. We wouldn't want to see you have to go to Madam Pomfrey to treat those burns." Duncan said before he laughed harder than before. Flint rushed to his dorm. Laughter grew and grew from all of us, filling the common room with loud hoots and hollers. This won't be the last Flint will try to rile me up.

Second year came around but this time I was happily accompanied by Adrien. I brought Adrien to the Slytherin car to meet with both your brothers. I opened the door and made my way to the two sixth years. I made eye contact with Flint, who opened his mouth to say something but I beat him to it. "Shut it Flint or this luggage will be the first thing to ever touch your troll arse." I spit in his direction as I dragged Adrien behind. Adrien was awestruck, clearly thinking his brothers vastly dimmed down how amazing this place is. At the Sorting Ceremony, Adrien was eventually called up and was immediately sorted into Slytherin. I thought it was odd how easy it was from him to be sorted, reminiscing on how I was sorted the previous year. Adrien took the seat next to me and eventually the feast began. Now all I wanted was for Quidditch tryouts to commence. Adrien's brother was named Captain for the Slytherin Quidditch Team last year, and he quickly took Duncan as his Co-Captain. I knew that had to work twice as hard to make the team with them. Duncan told mum when the trials were, so naturally, she and dad bought us new brooms. A few days before trials, we were all at breakfast and all the owls started flying in with mail for their respective students. Suddenly, Duncan and I's owls come flying at us with two big boxes. Our owls brought them to us. Duncan wanted to open his first, so I waited patiently as he looked for a note. "We're so proud of you sweetheart! Keep doing well on the pitch! P.S you're one of the first owners of this broom in the whole wizarding word" the note stated. He tore into the package and pulled out a Firebolt. All eyes were on my brother, who was absolutely in love with this gift. "There's only about four produced right now... and I have one of them!" Duncan said with glee. Adrien shifted his attention to me, "Open yours! We all want to see yours!" A smile grew on my face as I also looked for a note, which I eventually found, "We know you'll be a great Quidditch player just like your brothers! We bought you this exotic broom, which only the best Quidditch players have at the moment. Daddy and I love you so incredibly much sweetheart! Don't forget to let us know how trials go!" I delicately opened the package, and inside laid a Cleansweep Eleven. "A Cleansweep Eleven! Pat, your role model has this exact model!" Adrien stated with excitement. Pat was looking over at the beautiful broom I held, "Bloody hell, it's more beautiful in person." Patrick said as he practically drooled over my broom. Duncan smiled at me and motioned to the broom, "We all knew you were the favourite, you didn't need to rub it in the whole schools face." he let out a chuckle. "Oh please you two, the whole school knows you two are the favourites." Pat said with a slight chuckle. Flint got up and made his way to us, "Money can't buy skill Y/N. There's not chance that you'll make the team even with that beautiful broom." Duncan and Patrick almost said something, but I beat them to it, "But money CAN buy better teeth, I think you should invest," I said as I got up to look him in the eyes, "Oh and have fun getting your arse beat on the pitch by a girl with NATURAL talent." I finished as I made my way to my dorm to place my broom on my bed. It was the day of trials, Adrien came down to support me and I headed to the locker room with my broom to put on a uniform. Once we were all changed and ready, we headed onto the pitch. I looked around and saw I was the only girl. Everyone at trials started to size me up, trying to seem bigger than they were. "No wonder girls aren't at trials. These boys are trying to intimidate..." I thought to myself. The two captains were now in front of us, arms crossed as they waiting for everyone to stop chatting. "I'm the Captain here for the Slytherin Quidditch Team, Patrick Pucey." "I'm Co-Captain, Duncan Blackwell." "Right, so we're looking for a few new members of the team. We're highly competitive and we're not scared to put up a fight. Is there anyone with second thoughts?" Pat said as he looked around the crowd. "I think Y/N might, being the only girl might be too much for her girly heart." Flint said with a smirk, gaining laughs from a few of the boys at the tryouts. "I think you might have second thoughts when your arse ends up in Madam Pomfrey's because a GIRL played Quidditch better than you." I spit back as I cocked an eyebrow. "That's enough you two," Pat started but Duncan finished Pats sentence, "Save it for the pitch." Flint and I glared at each other, but I turned my attention back to the two captains. "Right," Started Duncan, "We have four spots open on the team and two substitute positions that need filling. We're looking for one beater, one chaser, one seeker, and one keeper...along with two substitutes for any position." "Raise your hand for which position you would like, you can tryout for more than one position." Patrick said as he paced around us. "Chaser...Flint put your hand down you're already on the team." Duncan said in a stern voice, Patrick counting out loud and jotting their numbers down. "Keeper." My brother said, more people raised their hands. My brother looked directly at me, "Beater." He said, I raised my hand. A few laughs broke out from some of the boys...including Flint. I shot him a look that could kill, he immediately stopped and faced my brother. "Seeker" I was lost in my own world, I finally somewhat understood what, and who, my brother was always complaining about. "I will make Flint eat his words." I thought, but was taken out of my thoughts by Patrick clearing his throat, "Alright, we have enough people to form two teams. We will play a game against each other, then we will figure out where to go from there. Duncan and I will play on different teams, so we can compare notes later." My brother chose Flint and another sixth year as chaser, and he chose the rest of his team. Patrick chose me and the rest of those here at trials. We each made our way to our respective places on the pitch, Pat took me aside and quietly said, "Don't kill the kid. We do need him on the team." I nodded and got into my spot, Pat put the balls in the air and we were off. Boys were trying to show off. Either to freak me out or "flirt" with me, I'm not sure which. The beater on the opposing team sent me a wink, my brother noticed and hit him upside the head. Patrick sent him a glare. The game was going well, I was hitting bludgers left and right. I performed a few Bludger Backbeats which stunned some of the boys, but this was not the time to take the compliment. We were so close to ending when Flint got all up in my business. "You got a lot of talent, but girls never make the team. Have fun just watching from the stands." He said in a mocking tone. "This is nothing compared to how I normally play." I spat back, trying to get out of the way but Flint kept moving with me. "Is that so? Do you normally play in a skirt and have a big bow in your ha-" He didn't get to finish before I performed a Transylvanian Tackle, which made him flinch and I made my escape just in time to get a bludger away from Patrick. My teams seeker caught the snitch, and we all landed and Flint made a big fuss. "She hit me!" "I did not! I performed a Transylvanian Tackle, a fake punch to the nose. As long as no contact was made it's not illegal. See, no marks on my knuckle." I shot my hand out for Patrick to inspect. He inspected my hand intensely before saying, "No contact was made. Flint, go to the locker room, we don't need you anymore." Flint wanted to say something but my brother shot him the same look I gave him earlier and he trudged into the locker room. Duncan and Patrick whispered back and forth before Pat faced us and said, "We saw a lot of potential here today, so this won't be an easy decision. Duncan and I will be comparing notes and will post the team line up by breakfast outside the dining hall. Good luck." We all headed back to the locker room to change. I put my broom with my brothers and headed back to find Adrien. We locked eyes and he ran and gave me a hug. "You did amazing! I know you'll make the team!" He said with a gigantic smile going across his face. "Aww thank you," I said as I ruffled his hair, "It wasn't the best I've played but I gave it my all." Just as Adrien was about to say something, we were sandwiched between two red headed boys. "Absolutely brilliant Y/N. I'm Fred by the way." "I'm George. You were brilliant, especially giving ol' Flint a Transylvanian Tackle." "We're Gryffindors beaters. Good luck!" They said in unison as they left us as fast as they appeared. Adrien and I just looked at each other and shrugged. We headed to dinner and then to study in the library. He was already stuck on a few concepts, so I was helping him out and I was doing my homework in the mean time. Once I finished my homework, he started his and I helped whenever needed. Once he finished we made it back to our common room and said our goodnights to each other and headed our separate ways. The morning sun woke me up bright and early, I got ready for the day and headed to breakfast when Adrien came sprinting down the corridor in my direction. He swiftly stopped, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me behind him. "What is going on?!" I questioned. "The list is out. I had to get you before I even peaked at the list." He replied. We eventually found our way to the crowd that was located around a piece of paper be the doors of the dining hall. Adrien pushed me into the crowd and I shoved myself the rest of the way and I looked at the list. Chasers: Marcus Flint, Duncan Blackwell, Mark O'Connor Keeper: Miles Bletchley Beaters: Patrick Pucey, Y/N Blackwell Seeker: Terence Higgs My eyes widened, "I made it!" I yelled and shoved and got to Adrien before yelling again, "I made it!" Adrien and I hugged as we both eyed Flint getting into the crowd, we made our way to our seats and started to eat breakfast. We were soon joined by Duncan and Patrick, Duncan gave me a big hug and sat down beside me and then Pat shook my hand. "You were truly brilliant on the pitch! I didn't know you had that in you kiddo!" My brother said as he took a big bite of his eggs. "I didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't that. You might be a better beater than I am! Oh and thanks for not killing ol' Fl-" He made eye contact with someone behind me, "Flint." "Oh you only wish you could kill me. But a casanova like ~this~ can't be killed. Congratulations on making the team though, hopefully you won't chicken out once we actually start. See you on the pitch." He said arrogantly as he walked away towards a group of girls fawning over him. "I thought he hated Duncan, but you might be the new target." Pat said as him and Duncan were chuckling. "He'll regret it one of these days. Just wait and see." I replied as Adrien and I continued our conversation and finished breakfast and headed to our classes. I definitely felt like Flint's new target, but that didn't stop me from firing back at him. Flint found every excuse to shoot some sort of insult at me, but I just kept deflecting them or sending them back his way.

The year ended and my parents were off doing "business" so Duncan and I were being looked after by the Pucey's. We had a great half of the summer holiday with them, but we were definitely eager to see our parents again. They asked us about everything, and boy, did we tell them everything.

Third year came around and it wasn't much different, except Patrick was recruited early and was already playing for the National Irish Quidditch Team, which made Duncan the new team captain! I was so proud of them both, but even more proud that Adrien was now on the Quidditch team as a chaser alongside my brother. Flint didn't let up on the insults that flew my way.

Fourth year was quite the same as before, my brother was recruited for the Kenmare Kestrels, which have been my favourite team since I was a wee little girl. Miles was awarded Captain and I was co-captain. I was asked to be captain but I declined, I wanted to play the game. I'm still so young. But this year he seemed to get even more girls than he did before, how, I don't entirely know nor do I really want to. But by the end of the year, he had bragged about his body count being "through the roof" which didn't phase me one bit, until he dragged me into that conversation at dinner a few days before we were heading back home for the summer, "Oi, Y/N. You paying attention? How many people have you slept with?!" He practically screamed. "Unlike you Flint, I actually care about who I sleep with." "Who have you slept with?!" Adrien asked, puzzled. "No one." I spat back. "No wonder you're so stressed. No one wants to sleep with you." Flint said with a pouty face. "That's hilarious, because as soon as my brother left, all your boys kept asking me to sleep with them. A lot of people want me to sleep with them, emphasis on WANT. You probably beg until you get a yes. Now piss off Flint." I said and looked at all their faces that dropped, Flint looked around and found that it was all true just from looking at his friends expressions. The year ended, I had the highest marks in the school, it was the perfect end to a great year.

Fifth year was starting great, except I was co-captain to Flint. As much as we didn't like each other, we had to make this work for the sanctity of our team. One practice I saw a girl in the stands, making googly eyes in Flints direction, I flew to where he was. "Who is that in the stands?" I asked, trying to show some kindness. "Why do you care?" "I was trying to be nice, but that is now thrown out the window. I don't but I'm curious. Who is she?" "She's my girlfriend." "Oh wow, you snagged a permanent one? How much are you paying her?" "Nothing, she actually likes me. "*gasp* There's no way she actually likes you, did you slip her Amortentia? Oh, wait. That's right, you repeated potions last year and now you're in my class and we haven't gone over it yet. Maybe I'll hit a bludger at her and knock some sense into her." I said as I winked and flew away with a smile on my face. We were halfway towards the end of the year, and we were in potions. Flint and I were partnered up for our next potion. "Can someone tell me what Amortentia is?" Professor Snape asked while he looked around the room. I raised my hand, and Snape called on me, "Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them." I answered. "Very good, 15 points for Slytherin. Please come up and smell the potion and describe what you smell for us. Before class is dismissed." I went up and smelt the potion below me, it suddenly hit me. I knew who smelt like this. I panicked a tad before I responded, "The pitch, leather, and I can't quite put my finger on the last smell." I quickly ran to my seat and kept my head down. I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. Snape dismissed us and I hurried out of there and towards the common room as fast as I could. Before I could reach the common room, a hand connected with my shoulder and spun me around. "Are you okay?" "Of course I am, why do you care?" "We may not like each other, but you are my co-captain unfortunately so I have to show an ounce of care." "I'm fine, but we do have plays to discuss. We can meet at the library to discuss them after dinner. Oh, and make sure you don't being your girlfriend. She's awfully annoying when we're trying to discuss plays." I said as I broke free from his grasp and headed into the common room and then to my dorm. *In the library* Flint had a puzzled look on his face. "Did you pass gas again? Why is your face like that?" "What exactly did you smell for Amortentia?" "I-I smelt a Quidditch pitch, leather like the one they use for bludgers and quaffles, and I don't know the last one..." Flint opened his mouth to say something, but quickly closed it as I went back to discussing plays. The last day was bittersweet, I made so many amazing friends and had to say goodbye to them. I was heading to the Slytherin car when I heard a girl crying in a booth. The curiosity got the best of me and I went toward the booth she was in. I peeked inside and saw Flint's girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend I suppose. I smiled a bit after the discovery, but once I realised I was smiling as I entered the car and my team stared at me, I lost the smile and quickly took my seat amongst them. I got off the platform once the train arrived and immediately asked to go to the car. I explained everything to them on the way home.

Fifth year started without any problem, until Flint decided to take a bribe from the Malfoys to let Draco play. I wasn't too thrilled because Draco was an annoying pest during practice. Our first game of the year was against Ravenclaw. A bunch of us were already on the pitch before the game started, just chatting away. I was mid conversation with Adrien and Miles when I felt a pair of hands hug me from behind and then the person moved to the side of me and he kept one hand on my waist, I looked over and saw Flint. "What the fuck is this?" I tried to move away but he gripped me tighter. "She won't leave me alone, I told her I have another girlfriend. I need her to leave me alone." He said. "And you thought of me?!" "We already spend a lot of time together, you were the only person I can think of." I sighed and just went along and got closer to him, "I still hate you." I said under my breath, seemingly trying to convince myself what I said was true. "Don't worry, I still hate you too." After the game we all got showered and posed for a team photo for the school. It was time for dinner and Flint and I held hands the whole way there, and low and behold she was following us. At dinner he sat on the opposite side of me and Adrien. "Y/N, were you bribed?" Adrien asked with concern. "I wish, but Flint needs little miss Scary Carrie over there to leave him alone." I replied, Adrien's shocked expression says it all. "Please call me Marcus, we are dating after all," He says with a smirk, "Speak like it." "Fine, Marcus." I spat those words out with a sarcastic smile. Time went on, so did this ~thing~ that Marcus and I were doing. This went on for months. It even went on over Christmas break. We sat together on the way to Kings Cross and hugged goodbye. Even after break, he found me at the station and we sat together on the way back to Hogwarts. This was still going on. We went to Hogsmeade together every now and again, but I mostly went with Adrien. This was just like Adrien and I's usual Hogsmeade trips after Christmas time, until we were in Honeydukes. I was off looking at the sugared butterfly wings when someone came up behind me. I turned around with a bit of shock and saw Roger Davies, Ravenclaws captain. "Sorry, I didn't mean to spook you. I wanted to tell you that sugared butterfly wings weren't as sweet as you are." He said, flashing an awards winning smile. I blushed, "Why thank you. *chuckle* What are doing in Hogsmeade all by yourself?" I asked. "Well I wanted to see if I could score a date with a beautiful woman like yourself." He said. My blushed deepend, but before I could say anything I was pulled into someone. I looked up and it was Marcus, messing up my chance at an actual relationship. "Sod off pretty boy, she's mine." Marcus said, holding me tighter than before. "There's word going around the school that you two aren't actually a couple. No snogging in sight, no 'I love yous'. Just thought I'd try my lucky with the most beautiful woman at Hogwarts." Davies said as he sent a wink in my direction. "Of course we're actually a couple. Why do our business in front of the school?" Marcus said in protest. Davies threw his hands up into a goalpost position, "I don't know man, just explaining it how we all see it." He said. I looked up at Marcus who pulled me in tighter and planted a kiss on my lips. After a few moments, Marcus pulled away and I noticed Davies was gone. I looked at Marcus and shoved him out of the way. Adrien told the shopkeeper to let me know he went back to Hogwarts. I thanked her and quickly made my way to Hogwarts on foot by myself. Marcus ran after me like I expected he would. He eventually caught up to me, much to my dismay. "Babe, what's wrong?" "All of this!" I spat back. "What do you mean?" "I haven't seen Carrie try to get with you for over a month! You just ruined my chance at a regular love life." "I had to make it seem real so no one would be suspicious. The first years have caught her spying on us. I need her to keep leaving me alone. I don't like this more than you do. But I don't want Scary Carrie stalking me." He seemed so genuine, and as much as I wanted to hate him I'm really not sure how I feel anymore. After what I smelt in the Amortentia... I don't know anymore. "I'm sorry..." I said as I hung my head. Marcus took me in for a hug, a real hug. I never felt one of theses from him before. I hugged back, and we embraced each other tighter. "You owe me big time." I said as I let go and we started walking back to Hogwarts. "I know I do," He started as he pulled something from his bag, "This is a start?" He pulled out a package of Peppermint Toads. "Peppermint Toads! My fav-" "Favourite." He finished my sentence and handed the package to me. "How did you know?" I asked, quite in shock. "I actually do listen when you tell me things about you. I'd be a bad boyfriend if I didn't" He said with a smile as he kissed my cheek. We had a surprisingly good walk back to the school, and a great Quidditch practice after dinner. We even had a good study session in the common room after practice. We made sure to kiss in front of other students from now on so we wouldn't be caught in this lie. But, it all just felt so right to me. Marcus is such a better actor than I had originally thought. After studying, the whole team stayed up pretty late since it was a Friday night. A few of us partook in drinking of fire whiskey, but Marcus and I stayed sober to make sure Draco didn't drink and no one handed him a drink. We were all having a grand time down there, just letting all the stress we had go. Marcus and I were cuddled right up onto each other and he was playing with the few strands of my hair that had fallen out of my braid. "I never thought I'd see you two get along, let alone date!" Miles blurted out before hiccuping. "I'd be stupid if I didn't shoot my shot with the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts. Especially since all you gits were trying to bang her. Especially you Malfoy. I saw you trying to flirt with her when your dad offered to buy her a new broom." Marcus spat back looking into Draco's soul, Draco started to blush. "Wait! When did that happen?" Miles asked, as he hiccuped again. "Oh, yeah. Mr.Malfoy was about to ask if I wanted a new broom but Mrs.Malfoy is good friends with my parents so he realised I was fine although the offer was open. He then sent Draco to flirt with me for weeks, I think. The joining of our families would be "legendary" but although Draco is adorable, I don't date younger boys." I said as I ruffled Draco's hair. Adrien was watching this all unfold, with a puzzled look on his face. Everyone started to call it a night eventually. I walked Marcus to his dorm, he leaned up against the frame and pulled me into a kiss. We both pulled away and he went into his room and I walked to mine. Adrien was still on the couch, so I sat right next to him. "Is everything alright?" He stared into the fire. "Adrien, are you okay?" "I don't think this is fake anymore." He said, still glancing into the fire. "What? What do you mean?" I asked with a puzzled look. He finally turned and faced me. "He's different. This isn't what it used to be. I think he actually loves you." "Don't be silly! It's just to get Carrie away. "It WAS to get Carrie away, but I don't know anymore. This is different for him. He actually cares about things, and people. And especially you." "He just wants her to go away." "Did you ever ask him what he smelt in your Amortentia that you two made in potions?" "No, because he said he didn't recognise the smell." "And that was before Christmas break, right? Before you two were as close as you were in the Slytherin car?" "Yeah? What is the point?" "Hold on. And when you two made it again in Potions for review, you two smelt it again, you smelt him again?" "Yes. "How did he react to the smell?" "He was a bit surprised." He stared at me and it just wasn't connecting for me. "For the brightest witch in all of Hogwarts, you're sure pretty dumb when it comes to love." He said as he laughed. "I wouldn't say I'm the brightest witch in Hogwarts." "Out of that whole conversation, that is all you got from it?" He said as he shook his head and laughed. "Yes. Once you called me dumb when it came to love, I stopped caring about anything else you had to say," I gave him a raspberry, "Did most of the team actually want to bang me?" "Oh my, yes. It was unbearable in the locker room when you and Flint left or were late. They'd be like 'how do you think she is in bed?' and 'do you think they ever bang' and they had the audacity to ask me if WE ever banged!" I threw my head back in complete and utter hilarious shock, "Us? We're like brother and sister!" "That's what I said!" We both laughed for some time. Once we both came down from that cloud, I got up and kissed Adrien on the top of his head, "Goodnight kiddo. Love you." "Love you too." He said as he headed in the opposite direction. The rest of the Quidditch season was cancelled due to the attacks on Muggleborns, which was disappointing to us. But I took up being tutor and helping other students with their work, including my own teammates. I was the one any Slytherin came when they needed help. This went on for weeks, especially for those taking their O.W.L's. I was everyone's help, which I didn't mind. But I was neglecting my own work, so I took a few days off to catch up. I told Marcus to meet me in the Potions classroom to work on our potions for review. I was already down there, and I was startled when I heard a knock on the frame, but it was only Marcus. "I got these for you." He said as he handed me a bunch of Y/F/F. "Wow! These are beautiful! How did you know these are my favourite?" "I'm a better boyfriend than people think, remember? I actually do listen when you tell me things about you." I blushed and placed them on the workbench. We got straight to work. We got through every potion but we ended on Amortentia. I totally didn't plan that at all. We brewed it and it had that signature spiral steam and pearl sheen. The true test to see if we brewed it properly was to smell it. I went first, I stuck my head over the cauldron and inhaled. A big, deep inhale. It was the same smell that I smelt many months before. Marcus went next, and he did the same as I did moments before. He agreed that he smelt the same as before. We cleaned up, but as he was putting supplies away, I turned to him, "What did you smell?" I asked. "The same as I did months ago. I already said that." "I know that, but WHAT did you smell." "Fine," He said as he put the cauldron away, "I smelt the pitch, roast beef, and Y/F/F." I froze and he moved toward his belongings. He was about to leave, but I grabbed his wrist. "I smelt the pitch, leather, and sandalwood cologne. I smelt you." Marcus lifted his face and we made eye contact, "I smelt you, Marcus." "I-I smelt you too, Y/N." We were both in a bit of shock, before I pulled him into a kiss. A passionate one, this one had the sparks I felt initially with the kiss he gave me in Honeydukes, but this one was certain. Certain that this was real, certain that this wasn't one sided. We both pulled away with huge smiles on each others faces. We placed our foreheads on each others. "I felt sparks." He said with a smile. "I felt them the very first time we kissed, when Davies practically made us." Marcus started laughing, "Pretty boy really wanted you. I couldn't lose you like that." "A relationship with him probably would've been great at first, BUT would get boring pretty quickly." We both chuckled and headed toward the common room, holding hands and I help my flowers in the other. We kissed each other before heading in our respective directions of our dorms. I sat down on my bed and poured water into a vase for my flowers, when I noticed a note. "I don't know how else to say this. I love you and I really hope you love me too." I kissed the note and placed it on the nightstand next to my bed. I got ready and headed off into a deeply sweet slumber. Today was now Saturday and not only was I euphoric from it being Saturday, but also from the day before. Marcus and I were now inseparable. We were madly in love, and it finally showed. We had breakfast and went down to the pitch and did a few laps around before just chilling in the air. "I forgot how beautiful this view was." I said, looking toward the castle in the distance. "Nothing is as beautiful as you." Marcus said as he pulled me closer to him. We both leaned in and our lips touched and instantly moved in sync with each other. We both eventually pulled away when there was no longer any air in our lungs. "I love you." He said as he looked deeply into my eyes. "I love you too." I replied as I kissed him again. We both headed toward the ground, put our brooms away and walked hand in hand up to the castle. Later that night, Marcus brought me down to the lake and there was a beautiful set of floating candles around a blanket. There was food and Y/F/F. "This is beautiful Marcus!" I said as I hugged him and kissed his cheek. "Only the best for the love of my life." He said with a smile. We had a wonderful date, not a care in the world besides the other. I am truly in love with him. After we finished our date and cleaned up, we headed back to the Slytherin common room. Most of those boys were pulling an all nighter in the library in preparations on their O.W.L's on Monday, so we had the room to ourselves. Marcus handed me a shirt of his and some of him pajama pants. I told him to turn around while I changed and he begrudgingly complied. "I didn't bring you in here to bang you." He said. "I know." I replied. "I'm going to make your first time really special because you deserve it." I smiled, "I really appreciate that." "Although I would love to bang you now, I respect that you want to wait. I'm really tried and I just want to finally sleep with my love next to me." I threw my shirt at him and he turned around with a smirk on his face. He threw my shirt to the ground and picked me up and playfully threw me on the bed. He crawled right up next me and pulled the covers up on both of us. His arm wrapped around my waist as we whispered gentle'I love yous' to each other as we fell asleep. Fifth year wasn't so bad after all.

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