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

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They’re old and im still working on the requests 

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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

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.” 

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.” 

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