hi there!! do you think you could write something about blaise bragging to his friends about being able to ask reader to the yule ball without being nervous but then when the actual day of the ball comes he's a pile of nerves, very unlike his usual calm self, and reader calms him down with a kiss??
𝘢/𝘯: 𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘐 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘐 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦! since any specific pronouns weren't mentioned I'll use gn pronouns :)
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
blaise zabini x gn!reader
A Yule ball tale of nerves and romance - Blaise Zabini.
You don't remember when exactly, but you have been crushing on this man for AGES
You've gotten really good at hiding it, your facade didn't even falter once you guys became 'friends.'
Little do you know, Blaise is absolutely mesmerized by you. Like, that man watches you like a HAWK; it's like he's constantly trying to memorize every little detail about you, down to the freckles scattered across your face and how you furrow your brows when you're struggling with math calculations.
That's why it was so easy for his friends to catch on. Everyone saw it but you two.
After ALOT of persuasion (and a few threats from Draco (Thanks buddy) ) Blaise finally agreed to ask you out.
As if the 'intervention' never happened, Blaise started pretending he was going to do that anyway, that he wasn't nervous in the slightest. All while you were entirely clueless on what was to happen soon.
FINALLY (much to Draco's relief), it was the day Blaise was supposed to ask you out.
The man followed you to the library even though he had no work there. (as always.)
You sat together, alone, at the table. Blaise was the only one aware of the tension between you, with your knees touching and you wearing his jacket. As much as he hated to admit it, he was nervous. He didn't know what you'd say, how you'd react, or maybe you'd just stop talking to him entirely, avoiding him in the hallways like you've been avoiding Seamus (long story)
He finally decided there was 'no time like the present' when you left to get a textbook. He quickly retraced your steps and found you at a bookshelf, more secluded than the others.
He saw you struggling and trying to reach some books. Hesitantly he went to help you, preparing himself with all the possible jokes he could make about your height.
He reached for the book and you turned around, ready to thank him when you realized how close you actually were. and how easy it would be to kiss him oh.my.god.
Finally, he wasn't the only one feeling the tension.
"hi" you breathed out, taking in the depth of his dark brown eyes and how he looked so handsome in his uniform that it was almost cruel.
He did the same, the light from the window beside the two of you made you look like the angel you were, and your eyes looked like pools of gold, lit up by the sun. He noted the messiness of your hair, that somehow only made you look prettier, he watched the way your eyelashes fluttered. And Finally, he prayed and hoped you didn't see the way he melted at the sight of you.
He didn't even realize when the words started spilling out "Can I ask you something?"
before you could reply he began talking again. you weren't sure he understood what he was saying either but you tried to make sense of the string of "uhm" "maybe it's a bad idea" "Seamus" "uhh" and other more 'colorful' vocabulary. You only realized what he was trying to do when you heard the words 'yule' and 'ball', in that order.
"Blaise." He instantly stopped talking, hating how much he loved the way his name rolled off your tongue.
And before either of you could realize it, your lips were on his. he pulled you close almost instantly (after the shock wore off) and the two of you moved in sync. It was the most natural thing ever as if being in his arms was second nature.
Reluctantly he pulled away, but any nervousness he had only washed away, butterflies taking their place. "Can I be your date to the yule ball?"
You nodded, the ghost of a smile lingering on your lips as you went in to kiss him again. (And it only got better the second time around.)
You were the one to pull away now, giggling softly while he smiled brightly.
And neither of you stopped when Madam Irma Pince, the Hogwarts Librarian shushed you as she walked by, completely oblivious to what just happened.
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“fuck Rafe! You always do this shit” you shouted back at him as you stormed into your home, Rafe hot on your trail after another heated argument about your choice of friends.
“Oh yeah, and just what is it I do? Huh?” He said, his ears a hot red which was a tell tale sign of his anger.
“You can’t let anything be! You dont get to control everything I do, alright? I’m not your fucking lapdog!” You screamed at him as you both stood in the foyer of your mansion, You threw your hands up, feeling such anger towards his stupid insecurities with the pogues.
“I’m looking out for you! How the hell can you not see that? You shouldn’t be hanging out with those pogues!” He got closer, a desperate look in his eyes as he tried to get his point across.
“Holy shit Rafe, you know its not because they’re pogues! We both know that! You’re just so fucking jealous of JJ and it’s getting childish, okay?” You spat out at him, immediately wanting to take it back as you noticed how his eyebrows scrunched up and his jaw fell open just for a second before he quickly tried to cover his emotions with an icy look in his eyes.
He let out a scoff, silence filling the air as you crossed your arms, guilt taking over your face as you knew how he felt about JJ.
“Rafe, thats not what I meant I just-“ you started but he quickly cut you off.
“Nah, I know what you meant. You wanna hang around him? Be my guest. You’re just a stupid slut anyways.” He said, a fierce look in his eyes as he watched you register his words, a smug grin on his face knowing he finally got to you.
“Fuck you, Rafe. Seriously, fuck you.” You said, trying to come across unfazed but knowing you failed once a tremble could be heard in your voice.
Rafe eyed you, a look of disgust and disappointment could be seen all over his face as he shook his head slightly before turning and walking towards the door.
“Nothing you haven’t done.” He yelled back as he pulled open the door and walked through, making sure to slam it as he descended down the steps.
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