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Why would you say that?

Hi! Please could you write some angst for Evan Peters’ character Kit Walker from the second season of american horror story (asylum), where like Kit and female reader are both inmates in there? Thank you!

Requested by : Anon

Pairings : Kit Walker x Fem Reader 

Universe : American Horror Story

Warnings : Angst, cuss words, shouting, hitting and slut shaming (Dr. Arden to Sister Mary)

This starts with a theird person p.o.v. and later has dialogue

Note : this isn’t assss great but I hope you like it !!

Kit was a new prisoner. But she wasn’t. She was familiar with the rules and impositions in the asylum. She would feel sad for all the new prisoners but once she saw Kit, her eyes melted into his face and suddenly thought that the asylum might not be that bad. But except it was. Her gut feeling had always been so strong. 

Sister Mary had started acting weird since the last past few days. She would sneak into the office of Dr. Arden and leave the door a little open. 

She was walking through the halls after duties, snuck out. She was feeling adventurous and so she took Kit with her. 

“We can’t be here y/n. Aren’t you familiar with the rules?“

“C’mon Kit. Don’t be such a buzzkill. Don’t worry the aliens won’t take you this time. I won’t let them“ she said while turning to him and opened her arms gesturing a hug. He dismissed her sweet little gesture and kept walking till they passed Dr. Arden’s office.

“Psst! y/n come here fast“ he gestured her to keep silent and kept his finger to his lips.

His lips, they look so soft. What all had she done in her mind with those lips of his and the smooth talking he does and the way he walks

She walked silently, tip-toeing to Dr. Arden’s office door and stood behind Kit.

“Sister Mary Eunice! What a slut you are. Have you no shame walking into my office wearing that robe of yours! Get off of my table and close your fucking legs, you slut!“

“Oh relax Doctor, as if you haven’t thought about me fucking you and you pouding yourself into me“

They heard footsteps from behind and didn’t want to take a chance. Kit and y/n slipped into a small room that hadn’t been occupied in a long time. They walked around the dimly lit room and she sat on the bed. All of this was happening so quietly, not even their breaths were audible. But there was so much tension between them. Y/n was sitting on the bed when Kit walked to her side of the small bed and sat beside her. His hands were exploring the bed, its sheets and her hands. 

His eyes were on her hands. They would look so pretty around his neck or holding his own hands

She lighly cleared her throat and said, “So now Sister Jude won’t notice?“

“C’mon y/n. If she sees us she might as well just feed us to Bloody Face.Oh wait. That’s me“ said Kit.

“No but seriously Kit. Think about it. What if you are bloody face? Would you kill me too?“ She asked him. She shifted just a little closer to him. They were apart yet so close to each other. She could hear his breathing and he could see her breathing. 

“Why would you say that? Do you think I am bloody face?“ he said.

“Kit I was just kidding. Calm down.“ she said.

He was still sitting there when he again said “Why would I lie about Alma? You know Grace was right about you. You are not a nice person and definitely have no idea when to say what”. He said all this while whispering and shouting.

“I-i-i am so sorry Kit. Genuinely; like i ne-never thought of it that way. I’m sorry.“

After a very breif pause, she said “Grace told you what about me?”

“We were just making converstaion about general things in the asylum. That’s it. You have nothing to worry about. Not like we had sex again.“

Y/n and Kit were not a ‘thing’ when he and Grace accidently made a baby. Grace annoys the hell out of y/n. Especially when she utters Kit’s name out of her mouth. 

In her stupid accent, that murderer would just blabber about Kit and how he fucked her and not y/n. And now this lady had to be pregnant. What a coincidence. She could’ve easily just beaten herself in the head while they were fucking each other in the kitchen. 

“Hey hey. It was nothing. It was right after you know we- i- had sex… with her. But it was just that once. She told me stuff about you that you killed her family but i know that it isn’t true. I trust you y/n. Even if it’s in this asylum“.

By now, she was furious. Not at Grace, not at the sisters, not her inmates but Kit. 

To be honest they were both being totally unreasonable.

“When was the last time you spoke to Grace at all?“

“Uh well, just like maybe um two days earlier“ he said questioning his own memory.

“Why?“

“What do you mean by ‘why’? “

“Why were you talking to Grace at all?!“ She whisper-shouted at Kit with an angry face.

“Wait. So now you’re telling me that I cannot talk to Grace? the mother of my child?“

“Oh my god. You’re being so dramatic Kit.“

They were both whisper-shouting at each other that they were so close and could feel each others breaths on their lips. 

“I don’t like Grace.“ she said.

“Neither do I“.

They got so into each other while taking off their clothes when they heard-

“And so neither do I” said another voice. It was Dr. Thredson wearning the Bloody Face mask.The prisoners had a silent deadly facial expression 

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Beefro proudly presents:

a Joel Miller & his Darlin' drabble: Just Wanted To Hear Your Voice Summary: You go for a night out and your minds wanders back to the man you share a home with. (Post Outbreak)

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader | Rating: 18+ (MDNI) | Word Count: 1,245

Content Warning: allusions to smut, swearing, Joel & Darlin' being cuddle bugs

Author's Notes: this whole thing is courtesy of @iamasaddie & their prompt challenge. Thank you to @noxturnalpascal for being so sensible in their support and betaing this for me.

The need to socialize was something you’d not anticipated to ever feel again. After everything ended, normalcy became fight or flight and socializing for fun was a thing of the past. That is, until you and Joel had settled in Jackson. Being that you now no longer had to wonder where your next meal was coming from or had to keep looking over your shoulder for another threat, things that hadn’t held weight in years were starting to make their way back into your life.

“I’m goin’ out tonight.”, you said nonchalantly as you buttoned up your flannel shirt.

Looking up at your reflection, you caught Joel giving you a small smirk as he hoisted himself up from the bed.

He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush with his big middle.

“Goin’ out? With who?”, he said in a hushed tone, pressing kisses to your neck.

“Maria, Dajana, Lisbeth… the usual suspects.”

 “Ah, ‘s a girls night out.”

“Yeah. ‘S why you’re not invited.”

Joel chuckled and playfully gave your ass a spank.

*****

When you’d gotten home from working in the kitchen, you’d quickly cleaned up and changed, nervously anticipating something that you’d long since given up on ever doing again. You ran down the stairs just as Joel walked in the door and saw you in a dress.

He let out a long, low whistle. “You sure you’re goin’ out, Darlin’?”

You smiled at him, did a spin to show off your outfit, and Joel licked his lips. He nodded his head at you, and crooned, “Get over here. Need a closer look.”

The clock on the wall read that you were already in danger of being late, so you shook your finger at him with a smile as you tried to pass him to get to the door. Despite his added weight, he was still quick enough to catch you.

“You behave tonight. And have fun.”, he said against your mouth between kisses.

“Can’t do both at the same time, Joel.”, you teased. Giving him one last kiss, you squirmed out of his grip and scampered out the door.

*****

You’d lost count of how many rounds your table had ordered at the Tipsy Bison, and you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. Feeling the alcohol dampen your senses in a euphoric way, you found yourself lost in thought over how the luxury of letting loose was now something you had.

The conversation at the table moved easily through different topics, starting tame with things like the weather and town events and then slipped into gossip, giggled between sips of beer and bouts of laughter. The subject of sex came up and you sat back with a wide grin as the women went back and forth over just about anything and everything that could potentially fall under the umbrella of sex. One had a complaint about their partner that they expressed in a hilarious anecdote, another regaled the table with a story about almost getting caught by her in-laws giving a blow job. Tears were in your eyes from laugher, and when it was your turn to speak, you paused, keenly aware that Joel’s sister-in-law was sitting at the table. Instead of sharing how Joel pulled you apart with almost surgical precision before he fucked you into oblivion, you settled for one of your favourite things about him.

“I love his voice. The way he talks.”, you smile, looking at your half full glass of beer with a small smile.

“Joel is not what I would a talkative man. You sure we’re talking about the same guy?”, Lisbeth teased.

“The man knows exactly what to say.”, you chuckled, feeling your cheeks heat up. Realizing that everyone at the table assumed you were referring exclusively to Joel’s dirty talk, you saved yourself the embarrassment of getting sentimental and stated, “He saves his daily word count for nocturnal activities.”

The knowing looks and nods around the table followed by agreement and similar sentiments allowed your mind to wander to Joel. Sure, his bedroom talk was just something else, but his voice -  now that was what you loved. The non-verbal sounds he made: the grunts, the huffs, the chuckles, the sighs, the moans, the breaths, the whines, the whimpers, the growls, the hums…

You’d learned that Joel was more than the words he said long before you realized you loved him. Just the slight pitch change in a groan was enough to tell you it was safe to push or to retreat. Being allowed to get close enough to learn this about him was not just a point of pride, it was something you cherished.  In turn, Joel could read you well enough to know if he could move forward or let you take the lead.

You were shaken from your thoughts by Dajana nudging you with a laugh.

“Daydreaming about that dick, huh?”

You laughed and agreed, not yet ready to delve into the depths of how bad you had it for Joel. “Speakin’ of – I’m gonna head out.”

The women all half-heartedly tried to get you to stay as they one by one all decided to head home. You bid them good night and paid your tab on the way out the door.

*****

“You’re home early, baby. Everything okay?”, Joel asked softly with brows furrowed as you walked in. He was sitting in the armchair in front of fire with a small knife and a little wooden giraffe he was carving in his hands.

You said nothing, keeping eye contact as you took off your jacket and walked towards him. He watched you, seeing the telltale haze of beer in your eyes and held his hand out for you. You took it and crawled onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his head against your chest. He wrapped his arms around your middle and held you close, letting out a content hum and your heart swelled. The rhythm of his breaths was even and soothing.

You held each other for an indeterminate period of time, each relishing in the other’s comfort and yet existing as one. The pleasant cocoon was paused as Joel moved his head and nudged his nose against your chin, silently asking for you to look at him.

When you did, he gave a soft smile that traveled to his eyes and his brought his hand to your cheek. “You okay?”

“Keep talking…”, you hummed in response.

Joel huffed a laugh and eyed you, “Darlin’… you’re home early an’awfully cuddly.”

You smiled and a soft giggle hovered in your throat as you closed your eyes.

“Come on, baby. Talk to me. Somethin’ happen or one of th – “

“I just wanted to hear your voice.”

Joel pulled back and looked up at you, confusion written on his face. His brows raised and the confusion melted into amusement.

“Darlin’, you’re drunk.”

You let a laugh out, echoing through the house like chimes. “Maybe, but I know I love you.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you froze. You and Joel had never said it to one another. You felt Joel pull you into him again, coaxing your tense body to relax. The small sound he made in response, the pitch and tone and the timber, the way you felt the sound vibrate from him through to you more than you heard it… it was all you needed to know he loved you, too.

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this is for a really specific reason right now but reblog if you love and care about your mutuals so so much and want to hug them tight and tuck them into bed

can't find a post like this so I made it myself

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unpopular opinion:

i don't like tess she's ugly and she touched my man (joel miller)

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!

Yayy <3

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This is hilarious frfr

A supercut of all the times Javi curses on Narcos

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Such Long Nights | Javier Peña x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: “Do you ever think about if birds have feelings?” “It’s four in the morning. Shut up.”

for a Javier Peña x gn!reader fic? 🥺

Reader asks a lot of silly questions and he acts like he gets annoyed but secretly he hopes they never stop because adores it.

summary: it’s so late at night, Javier’s exhausted and can hardly stay awake, but when you ask him a certain question, he can’t stop from breaking. 

tws: swearing, smoking 

word count: 1067

It was four in the morning, the clock not long struck the hour as you crept downstairs for a quick cigarette, groggy and a little irritated because you couldn’t find any answers to the question you so desperately wanted to find out; when you saw your boyfriend, Javier, stood against the counter and smoking a cigarette, you smiled. He worked so hard and his shifts were getting longer, Steve would call you and ask you to pick your boyfriend up from time to time when he was about to pass out at his desk, and you couldn’t help but to feel bad for him. He deserved to rest, he deserved a break but the bosses were on his ass about this whole Escobar thing and he hardly had time to steal away for more than a few minutes; you frowned as you looked at him, brows knitting together when you took note of how fucking tired he was. The bags under his eyes and the yawns he tried to hold down so harshly; you thought about using your usual trick to make him smile, asking dumb questions that you already knew the answer to, questions he always said he was annoyed with but could never hide the smile behind his eyes. The amusement within the brown. You figured you could at least try, so you shoved the other question from your mind and, upon lighting up a cigarette, dared to ask: 

“Do you ever think about if birds have feelings?”

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Calum x reader where they’re either having a nice time with their friends or the reader is taking care him somehow and he accidentally says he loves her but then gets all awkward

SAY YOU LOVE ME

Pairings : f!reader x Calum hood Warnings : I haven't mentioned age gap anywhere so there's only pure fluff

Y/n had some friends over at her house for a small gathering, party kind of a thing. Calum's friends had also come over to her house.

The pair had been dating for 4 months and thought to introduce each other's friends to them at a nice party. They liked each other so much it was amlost unreal. They hadn't met each other's parents because they weren't dating for that long.

There was light music in the background of her house. Her couch was occupied, kitchen had the booze and food was on its way. He room was upstairs so no one went there but the house wasn't so crowded because there were around 12 people there. Y/n was standing in her living room and acting host asking if everyone was having a nice time when they told her to relax and they all liked each other enough to talk. She started talking to Luke and Sierra when one of her friends joined in a chatter.

"I don't know when was the last time I saw her this glowing. I mean there is a definitely a glow on her face. She looks happy with Calum."

Turning to her friend she said, "Y/n, I approve."

All four of them laughed lightly when Luke chimed in and said, "Yes I agree with you y/f/n. I mean Cal is the guy in the band who is the anti love dude but this lady right here has him in some spell." He said while raising his drink in his hand, giving a soft smirk. "Cal is happy Y/n", said Sierra. They all started talking about their work and how that made her happy too.

She noticed a soft touch on her arm and looked back to find brown eyes.

"Hey Cal, where were you?

"Oh well, mum had called so I was just talking to her"

He joined in the circle of friends and started talking when the bell rang to her house. She walked to the front door to see what interrupted the party. She saw a food delivery guy at the door and thanked him because she was getting a little impatient because the food took so much time arriving. She took the food, paid the person and walked towards the kitchen annoucing the food was there. The kitchen was getting flooded slowly when Calum came in and snatched the stack of plates from her.

"No no. Leave it. They'll take food on their own love"

"Cal, they're my guests. What a host would I be if I'm not atleast putting down the cutlery on the table?" she gave him a knowing look.

He moved a little away from her. Luke was standing at the kitchen table when he said, "Yeah Yeah y/n it's okay. We'll be fine".

She looked at the two of them and laughed and told them to shut up and muttered what Calum heard you're both idiots. He started helping her and Luke aimed at the food which made the three laugh.

She bended a little over at the table and her hair followed. Calum pushed her bangs behind her ears and felt so deep in love. He was sure he was going to say it.

He thought he was alone when he said, "I love you y/n."

Luke's food was halfway in her mouth. Y/n stopped in her tracks and looked at him. "What?"

Poor Calum got so flustered at her simple question that he felt his entire world crumble at his feet and saw himself going back to the statement of love being a scam.

"Huh? What?" he looked at her all puzzled like a small boy who attended his first day at school.

"No wait. Go back. What did you say?"

"What did I say?"

"Calum"

"Y/n..?"

"Wait. For real? You love me?"

"Uh. What when did I say that? No. I mean what? No wait Y/n"

She lost all her patience with him when he said that. She was so shocked to hear him but it was such a cute moment. It didn't matter if Luke was present. To them, it was so intimate a moment.

"So you don't love me?" she felt a part of her being torn away as if a child's first attempt of colouring goes awry.

"No I do. I do love love. What am I saying? ugh" He ran his hand and massaged lightly onto his face. He turned towards her, when he saw Luke who was by the way, still in shock.

"Dude, what?" He asked him when he left the couple alone.

"I love you Y/n. I'm soi am in love in love with you sorry. I got flustered and I didn't know how would you react. But i know that. I love you."

He confessed.

"Oh Cal" she cupped his face lightly and he leaned in her touch. "I love you too. But i gotta say, you almost gave me a heart attack when you said no." She tapped his arm and he chuckled.

"Well, i'm glad we're finally on the same page baby. I love you lady."

They couldn't stop making heart eyes at each other the entire night. They went to bed wine drunk, half naked and all loved up. He stayed the night and dreamt of staying there for a longer time.

But wait, one step at a time.

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Hii!! I was wondering if maybe you could consider writing another part to your fic "Why Would You Say That" with Kit Walker, pls? Like omg you just finished it with Thredson coming for them with the Bloody Face mask, I need to know what happens next pleeease 😩 lol

Anyway thank you!

Heyy anon !!

I wasn't planning to write another part of it but i'll try my best

soon

Xx

<3

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Once more for those in the back.

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Men’s thighs. Reblog you agree

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AHHHH im so sorry y’all i’ve been MIA i’ve exams coming up and idk anythingggg

i’ll write sm after they’re over 

fill my inbox 

i promise i’ll write so many fics

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SO MANY PPL ARE LEAVING THE FANDOM LIKE BRO CMON THERES ALREADY ONLY LIKE 10 OF US

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“Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.”

— Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

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IMPORTANT

Crush, Night Changes and Something Sweet is from my old tumble page. 

I request you to not plagarize my work. Its not nice at all.

They’re old and im still working on the requests 

Keep re-blogging my posts and send reqs. 

bye love yall

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Crush ~~ draco malfoy.

This is simply a point of view of a third party.

Time : Golden Era 

Warnings : None. Mentions of dirty comments and kissing and close proximity.

Pairings : Draco Malfoy x Reader 

Please don’t steal my work. This is my first blog ever.

also feel free to fill my inbox with requests

I wanna line my walls with photographs you sent

Of you lying in your swimsuit on the bed

Can't live without your love inside me now

I'll find a way to slip into your skin, somehow

Draco had a way of pestering people. Including her. Someone he was madly infatuated with. Passing flirty, mean comments her way, whispering filthy things into her ear when no one was looking. Sneaking glances at her even when she was looking. He wasn’t embarrassed when he realized he was finding himself excited to see her when she came out of the common room in the mornings after with her uniform perfect. Starting to flirt with her was easy. Asking her about her skirt’s length and the boys she’d been with the previous nights, even though he felt a tug in his chest and held his breath unknowingly to hear her mutter some stupid git’s name or ‘shove off Draco’.

He liked the astronomy tower and she, the black lake. Turn by turn they’d visit these places. Before breakfast, meetings at the astronomy tower were ‘scheduled’ as said by Draco and then the black lake in the afternoon. The Common room owned their nights where they would talk for hours. Or rather she, while Draco looking at her, her eyes, her lashes or her lips which looked so sweet which he so wanted to kiss. 

As a rich brat, he’d gotten himself several things but one became his absolute favorite- a Polaroid. He would carry it everywhere hoping he’d run into her in the hallways walking with her friends. He’s click a photograph of her without even telling her. When the ‘gifting season’ would come, he’d give her some of the Polaroids he had clicked before. And if he was feeling generous enough, he’d show her which ones he decided to keep of hers. With her permission of course. He was a gentleman after all. 

I wanna fuck your love slow

Catch my heart, go swim

Feel your lips crush

Hold you here, my loveliest friend

The common room was silent. The fire was the only thing cackling in the dungeons. And of course Draco’s nervous breathes. She was sitting on the green colored carpeted floor, with her head resting on the couch head as Draco sat beside her admiring her beauty. She wasn’t daft. She knew they both felt a certain something for each other but was still unsure. Nervously, he asked her lightly whispering, “Can I kiss you ?” “I was hoping you’d ask me that Draco. Its high time anyway”. Laughing lightly, he pulled her in for a sweet kiss lasting about 5 seconds when she asked him the question he was waiting for since a long time ago, “Can we share your bed tonight, Draco? I’ve felt happy after a long time.” “Of course. I mean you can still see the black lake so we can skip the noon time to steal some kisses or cuddle?. I mean it’s whatever you’d like pretty girl.”. She blushed oh so lightly at his sweet silly compliment.

When he woke up in the morning, he kept re-playing the incident from last night not too long ago while staring at her in pure adoration when she said, “Its rude to stare you know.” 

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Night changes || Draco Malfoy x fem! Reader

Just a third person’s point of view

Warning : Implied smut, kissing, sexual thoughts. IDK hand holding ?

Pairings : Draco malfoy x female slytherin reader.  

1st September, 1991.

Them meeting each other in the train was just as normal as meeting every other day. Their families had close bonds and so the children were also tolerable towards each other. 

1st September, 1992.

This time they were seen off by only their mothers. The children went and sat down in a compartment avoiding all the sneaky, git- like gryffindors. Of course they’d been taught the meaning of ‘blood purity’ and they took it seriously. Second year came by and went.

1st September, 1993.

The year when puberty takes you on a ride. His hair were falling from the sides. He had parted his hair, no gel, he was a bit taller and had started to wear his tailored black suits to complete the image of being a Malfoy. She had grown tall too. She had started wearing earrings more often and wearing long, light greenish dresses to keep up with her name and reputation in the wizarding world. This year they had started to talk a lot more. Being in the same houses was an added bonus to them. Their family was just as happy and them being in a euphoric stage of experiencing boys and girls and doing activities which were frowned upon by some. 

One day, after coming back from the library, Draco saw her going to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. She has tear stains on her face. She was obviously crying and had decided to wash her face since she didn’t want Draco to see her like that. Too bad he did. 

He followed her acting like some crazy stalker without calling her name. Just walking briskly silently.  

When she entered the bathroom, she walked over to the sink and washed her face. She grabbed a face towel from the side of the basin and looked up only to see Draco with a concerned look. He had tried to ask her what was wrong but she didn’t budge at all. He thought he had heard her mutter, “some stupid git told ‘em I was sleeping around”.

Turned out someone had. He beat them to a pulp the next day for hurting his “angel” as he started to call her. 

1st September, 1994.

The yule ball. They had gone together. They were fair dancers to be honest. Their friends had been out with their dates from different houses to which upon hearing they only scoffed and said, “isn’t she a muggle-born” or ,“isn’t he a squib like creature”. 

She had worn a soft green champagne dress down to her heels. With a simple pearl necklace Draco had gifted her and an ancestral watch along with black heels that complemented her oh so wonderfully. Her hair was all shiny and let down just like normal school days.

Draco looked dapper in his dress robes. He was wearing a white-button up shirt with a light pink bow, an all black coat with shiny black shoes. His hair was parted to one side with no gel. 

They had danced and drank so much that day. They were just a little bit tipsy but still sober enough to walk themselves to their dormitories. Draco tried holding her hand to which she didn’t realize what was happening. He thought his hands were clammy and excused himself from the dance floor. Just as he walking out of the great hall, she walked hurriedly after him and held his hand and asked him to stay back. He did. He was just imagining his hands were clammy. 

That night several witches and wizards were in other beds. Not specifically their own. Girls in boys’ beds and Boys and girls’ beds. 

The effects of the drinks were wearing off. And now they were fully sober. They were holding hands and walking down to the dungeons to sleep in their own beds but Salazar had other plans for them. 

They were walking silently, holding hands when she stopped in her tracks and said, “Draco, stop”.

“Why angel? What is it?”.

She was fumbling and fidgeting with her hands when he pulled her closer to him.

“Angel is this fine ?“

“Uh yes, this is what i wanted- i mean yeah this is wonderful no this is fine no that’s not what i meant i thought -. Let me just start over. Can i kiss you?“

“Angel, yes.“

He put his one hand on her lower back the other one cupping her jaw well. She held onto him as if her life depended on him. She had placed her hands on his face and kissed him tenderly. 

Once he broke the kiss they smiled at each other. They kissed again. Pulled from the kiss and kissed again. This happened so many times and as they got lost into each other, they didn’t even realize she was in his dormitory. His friends were somewhere else to which he was so thankful for. 

They were both lying on his bed. She was wearing a black shirt which he borrowed her. She wasn’t wearing any lowers. She just felt comfortable like that and this was Draco. Her friend?. He was wearing his usual emerald green joggers. He didn’t wear a shirt to sleep that day for some reason as she kept on blushing while looking at him and hearing his response with his signature smirk plastered on his face, “Like what you see angel? I mean I know I’m beautiful. But nothing and no one compares to you of course.” 

“Well thank you Draco.“

“I want you. Your love, your pain, your sadness. I want all of you and of course a few treats here and there.“ She laughed so loudly at the latter part he felt satisfied for the night and the days to come. 

“Only if you’re willing to share yours. Treats included Draco Malfoy.“