hiiiii!!! formally known as pizzaapeteer, can still refer to me as pizza or g ᥫ᭡ late twenties. she/her. brunette bimbo. caffeine addict. forgetful fuck. overthinker. deluded daydreamer. obsessive music lover. requests are [CLOSED]
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given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that
Blaise watched from the booth, eyes low with aloofness as they followed your every move. A moving target that not every boyfriend would find enjoyable to keep track of the way he did.
Bouncing around, you moved with your friends, singing and screaming your heart out to the latest pop song that was so not his style. You were having the time of your life with the space to go crazy without judgement or nuance of boys.
Eventually the absence of his touch aches within, and you long for him. Excusing your friends, you strut up the small steps, heels clicking on the sticky floor to the booth Blaise was outstretched in. He looked perfectly part of the lavish fabric he was perched on, a few buttons unbuttoned to expose the soft skin of his chest.
Blaise welcomes you with an arm that reaches out, sliding around your waist and pulling you down to land on his lap. His presence is an insist relief, the warmth of his hands that wander around your backside letting you know he missed you all the same.
“Won’t you come dance with me.” You whine against his shoulder, shuffling to drape yourself clingly around the nape of his neck.
“You know that’s not my scene. I’m perfectly content watching you.” His lips press fondly agaisnt your neck. “You look cute out there.” Another kiss behind your ear, one of his hands pushing back your hair— fingers tangling in the strands like reigns to keep your balance.
Your offense amplified by the alcohol in your system, shows disappointment with his answer. “But.. what if someone tries to hit on me.”
That makes him laugh, a low velvety rumble that vibrates against you. “now why would anyone do that.” Turning to meet his eye, an adorable frown quirks your brows. Blaise grins in response, a mean smirk that flashes the whites of his teeth. “c’mon baby, no one’s gonna try my girl like that.”
He can’t help but laugh watching your face fall into a further drunk depressed expression. His free hand squeezes your hip biting his lip when you squirm trying not to smile. Too damn cute for his heart to handle, he’s needy to watch it grow. Jabbing his fingers again into your side, he grins in success when a bubbly laugh escapes you. “Stoppp—”
Blaise pulls you closer instead, finally planting a kiss on your lips swallowing your small protests. His lips move with a rough force exhorting his need for you, fingers digging into your hips tightly— pressing lower to feel your ass push into the flush of his thighs.
“Sounds like you want me jealous love.” He hums softly, pressing another chaste kiss that has you chasing for more with a whine. Your arms wrap around his, refusing to confess the truth you try to distract him with another kiss.
Blaise allows your forwardness, letting you dominate in your drunkness. Feeling every movement of your body arching into him, the eager caresses of your nails behind his head.
Lowly, his voice whispers out with a husky bite, “Pretty naughty of you to want.“ He feels the squeeze of your thighs, hears the hitch in your breath— the quiet moan of desire. “You want me to get possessive? Make a scene for you? Hm?” His hands caresses up your back affectionately, dominantly touching what’s his.
You squirm, looking up at him with intoxicated innocence, but it doesn’t hide the arousal soaking your panties. “I’m not a jealous man, you should know this by now.”
He grins, tucking a strand of hair back, you look impossibly too cute all poutly not getting what you want. “But we can leave now, I’ll show you just how good watching you did to me.”
Blaise watched from the booth, eyes low with aloofness as they followed your every move. A moving target that not every boyfriend would find enjoyable to keep track of the way he did.
Bouncing around, you moved with your friends, singing and screaming your heart out to the latest pop song that was so not his style. You were having the time of your life with the space to go crazy without judgement or nuance of boys.
Eventually the absence of his touch aches within, and you long for him. Excusing your friends, you strut up the small steps, heels clicking on the sticky floor to the booth Blaise was outstretched in. He looked perfectly part of the lavish fabric he was perched on, a few buttons unbuttoned to expose the soft skin of his chest.
Blaise welcomes you with an arm that reaches out, sliding around your waist and pulling you down to land on his lap. His presence is an insist relief, the warmth of his hands that wander around your backside letting you know he missed you all the same.
“Won’t you come dance with me.” You whine against his shoulder, shuffling to drape yourself clingly around the nape of his neck.
“You know that’s not my scene. I’m perfectly content watching you.” His lips press fondly agaisnt your neck. “You look cute out there.” Another kiss behind your ear, one of his hands pushing back your hair— fingers tangling in the strands like reigns to keep your balance.
Your offense amplified by the alcohol in your system, shows disappointment with his answer. “But.. what if someone tries to hit on me.”
That makes him laugh, a low velvety rumble that vibrates against you. “now why would anyone do that.” Turning to meet his eye, an adorable frown quirks your brows. Blaise grins in response, a mean smirk that flashes the whites of his teeth. “c’mon baby, no one’s gonna try my girl like that.”
He can’t help but laugh watching your face fall into a further drunk depressed expression. His free hand squeezes your hip biting his lip when you squirm trying not to smile. Too damn cute for his heart to handle, he’s needy to watch it grow. Jabbing his fingers again into your side, he grins in success when a bubbly laugh escapes you. “Stoppp—”
Blaise pulls you closer instead, finally planting a kiss on your lips swallowing your small protests. His lips move with a rough force exhorting his need for you, fingers digging into your hips tightly— pressing lower to feel your ass push into the flush of his thighs.
“Sounds like you want me jealous love.” He hums softly, pressing another chaste kiss that has you chasing for more with a whine. Your arms wrap around his, refusing to confess the truth you try to distract him with another kiss.
Blaise allows your forwardness, letting you dominate in your drunkness. Feeling every movement of your body arching into him, the eager caresses of your nails behind his head.
Lowly, his voice whispers out with a husky bite, “Pretty naughty of you to want.“ He feels the squeeze of your thighs, hears the hitch in your breath— the quiet moan of desire. “You want me to get possessive? Make a scene for you? Hm?” His hands caresses up your back affectionately, dominantly touching what’s his.
You squirm, looking up at him with intoxicated innocence, but it doesn’t hide the arousal soaking your panties. “I’m not a jealous man, you should know this by now.”
He grins, tucking a strand of hair back, you look impossibly too cute all poutly not getting what you want. “But we can leave now, I’ll show you just how good watching you did to me.”
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please remember to give people their flowers while they can still smell them. tell them they look beautiful today. tell them you love the sound of their laugh. tell them your life is softer and kinder because they are in it. we are all so fragile, and the world is so loud—be the voice that reminds someone they are cherished.
when Blaise’s gf gets sleepy, there’s no stopping her from napping — even at a party.
It doesn’t matter that usually you’re the life of the party, ready to go crazy and keep Blaise entertained all night with dancing and kisses. After an exhausting week of school you wanted nothing more than to skip tonight’s gathering and head to bed.
It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to fight it off, chugging drink after drink to try buzz yourself awake but it only lead to a quicker collapse. Where you lay now, in the lap of Blaise, your head on his shoulder, arms looped around his neck. you nuzzled closer to him ignoring the boom of the speakers still blasting while he rubbed your back.
Blaise whispers softly to you, repeating his gentle phrase, “babe you don’t have to stay.. we can go to bed.”
And you mumble back the same silly ramble of half sentences for the fifth time, “mm’ok.. awake, comfy,” adjusting yourself on him like a cat getting comfortable. He rolls his eyes lightly humming a soft mmhm of sarcastic agreement.
It’s only a matter of seconds before he’s feeling your chest slow as your breathing settles. Because despite the loud sound, you’re listening to the soft rhythms of Blaise’s chest rumble as he continues chatting with his friends. it’s soothing, as is his laugh, his breath tickling in your ear like a goodnight kiss. Enjoying the warmth of his hands that caresses you, switching to play with your hair in that comforting tender way.
you know eventually Blaise will carry you up to bed like the gentleman he is, but for now, you know that you’re perfectly content here, as long as Blaise keeps holding you, you’ll rest just fine.
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"Girls come and go," Theo said, "But boys are forever" he smirked, raising his glass as they all shared a toast. Mattheo had at least had the decency to press a kiss to your cheek, which made you think you were somehow exempt, above their rule of law and the loyalty that held them together.
You stopped pacing and slumped into your chair as you stared out the window, tears drying as you watched the late spring sun settle into the highlands. Slowly, ever so slowly as you watched it disappear, setting the world in an unforgiving darkness, your agony gave way to something new, something iron hot.
You stood, grabbed your quill, and ripped a piece of parchment haphazardly as you steadied yourself enough to write with such force you nearly tore through the page.
1. Blaise
2. Draco
3. Lorenzo
4. Theo
A slow smile crested your lips.
