#i wouldn't be surprised if they carried the whole partners thing forever

[nogenderbee]

Hiiiii!!!! May I request MMJ Len, Niigo Kaito and Rui with a reader who hugs very hard, so she hugs them every chance she gets? Thanks!

Hello! Yes, of course! I actually think I had pretty good idea for it so I hope you'll like it just as much as I did! ^^

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ MMJ!Len, N25!Kaito, Rui with reader who hugs them often

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bleachtheidiot @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @bl4cktourmaline @indi-has-fallen

✧ MMJ!Len never pulled back from your hug, maybe he wasn't always ready for it but he always accepted it with a smile on his face

✧ the funny part is that you can sometimes catch him off guard and you'll see him gently jumping in place before he completely freezes

✧ you... better make it clear to him that it's you or he may stay there for a while...

✧ it takes some time for him to return the hug when you're hugging him from behind but he won't hesitate for a single second if you're hugging him from front

✧ soon enough, he begins to test it as simple greeting

✧ after some time, it seems like he learned from you and he sometimes greets you by wrapping his arm gently around your shoulders to surprise you as well!

"Well hello! How's your day so far, dear?"

✧ he hoenstly wouldn't mind hugging you for the whole time but unfortunately... you both have things to do during it so you eventually have to part away...

✧ you once overheard how he rambled to his sister about how sweet you are for trying to surprise him each time with your hugs

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✧ KAITO always acts as if your actions meant nothing to him, heck he even pushes you off him sometimes!

✧ but pushing away only applies to first few times you try to surprise him... eventually he'll get used to it

✧ speaking of few first times... be prepared that he might accidentally hit you when you try surprising him by back hug. It's just reflex he has...

✧ but when some time passes, he'll stand there not hugging back but not pushing you away either, it's half success technically?

�� it'll take you some time but if you're patient or stubborn enough, you'll eventually get him to barely wrap one arm around your waist

✧ he literally acts as if you could burn him or something, as if he's a kindergarten boy scared to touch a girl even if you're a boy

"What do you think you're doing?! Just get away eventually! You can stay for now but not forever..."

✧ even when he starte to like your hugs, he'll never admit

✧ he finds new excuses every time, just to explain his little blush that appears every time you catch him off guard

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✧ you and Rui are actually very similar with that little trait of course because he also likes to surprise you with hugs!

✧ to add onto it, he's rather touch starved so you're probably always seen hugging

✧ his duties are not a problem to him, he'll just carry you around as he classically does his stuff as if there's nothing out of the ordinary

✧ everyone in his group definitely start to get used to you two always clinging to one another, even if they had hard time doing so

✧ he always accepts your hug and turns around in a second to return your back hug, as if he needed just a milisecond to recognize it's his beloved partner

"Well hello there, darling! Seems you couldn't keep your hands away from me for any longer. Isn't that right~?"

✧ in short, it's almost impossible to catch this guy off guard... ALMOST

✧ when he's really focused on something, it's your time to shine! And he literally jumps in place with small, high pitched "eek"

✧ watch out tho, he'll do the same to you and when he catches you off guard, he'll tease the heck out of you

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[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Could I please request Bill Kaulitz x reader!!! Bill meeting her family and reader having a nephew or a neice that love his hair and begging him to do their hair just like his (except the colour) then going around and bragging about what cool uncle they have

(hello! Sure I can and thank you for requesting! Here ya go, enjoy!)

Soon-To-Be Uncle Bill

Bill was nervous about meeting your family at first

Who wouldn't be nervous about meeting their partner's family?

It took a little while but he finally got up the courage to actually meet them

And it actually went pretty well

It was a bit of a surprise to your family that you're dating him but they accepted him!

Especially your niece

She went a bit crazy

She's pretty young but you had already told her about Bill

Even showed her some videos and pictures of him

And she loves him from the start

Because she just loved his look and especially his hair

Your niece, let's say had a thing for out of the box styles, and Bills was just so cool to her!

She was literally all over Bill

She's like five or six let's say

Bill was happy to make the little one happy and to get along with a important person in your life

He hung out with her probably most of he time

She was attached to him and you the whole night as he talked to your family and when he stayed over

Then she begged for him to do her hair

He was surprised she liked it that much

Bill didn't expect it because of his style lots of kids were always confused on why he dressed like he did

Especially parents and little kids who asked why he dressed feminine and why his hair was long or dyed or even styled the way it was

So it was a pretty surprise when your niece loved it at first glance

Bill was happy to do it!

And you were estatic to see your niece and boyfriend matching

They had snuck off and Bill did her hair as a surprise and carried he out to show you guys their matching hair

Your niece was so happy with her hair

She was touching it, showing her mom and her dad, your mom and your dad

And was most excited to show you what your cool boyfriend did to her hair

Was literally hanging onto Bill and yelling

"Look! Look! Our hair matches!"

She is literally raving about it to everyone around at how cool uncle Bill is

She is so happy with the outcome

So much so she deemed him worthy of you and that you could not let this man go

Asked him to stay forever and was confused when he said he couldn't because he doesn't live with you

Your niece then demanded you marry each other so she can have a new uncle

Was trying to force you into marriage

Bill, the son of a bitch, was egging your niece on

You gotta deal with these two now

This is your fault.

[happyselves]

Drugs ( part 1 ) { Daniel Ricciardo x reader }

" I'm a fucking mess sometimes, you needed me as much as I needed you. We were a drug for each other, but we need to heal and in order to get better I need to let you go "

You watch Daniel in the opposite corner of the room, lost in your thought.He was looking at you like he knew how much it was hurting you to be here, be there for him like you are a simple friend to him. You wanted more, you needed more and you knew he couldn't give you that, not Daniel Ricciardo. You had way too many long sleepless nights talking about it, he did not want a partner before the end of his career, yet until now you were hoping that he would change his mind,until last night. You had one of those sleepless night conversations again and it was the one that made your emotion's vase overflow. You hide so well how your heart broke in millions pieces last night. After all those years of friendship you had to let him go. He was hurting you and keeping you close " as a friend " . He knew now how much you were in love with him when you were doing so well hiding it all together. The smile, the touch, the gaze, you put your best acting for so long but you couldn't anymore. I was toxic for you when all he was, was the best friend you could hope for, always supportive, always here for you, but the more he cared for you the more he made you hope.

Last night was a mess, you both got drunk, both ended up on his room balcony in that beautiful hotel in Bahrain. You laugh for hours until the alcohol hits you both really hard and makes you confess things that you would normally keep to yourself. He starts by rambling about life outside f1, then it comes to your friendship and your brain isn't functioning properly, only your heart was able to make a decision. So when he started describing how perfect your friendship was for him and how essential you were in his life, your heart spoke for you but only in whispers.

You : You have no idea what's going on in my mind.

Dan : What did you say ?

And then you feel the alcohol effect, the one that makes you brave.

You : I said you have no idea what's going on in my mind right now ...

You waited a bit, not daringly looking at him, he was waiting for you to continue, looking at you with a curious gaze in his eyes, very intrigued that he patiently waited until you took a breath and gained enough courage to say what you had in mind.

You : You have no idea how much torture it is for me.

That where you saw his face close itself, the seriousness taking place like he just hit a wall in full force. He realised something, he realised that you weren't happy and his heart broke, you didn't need to say more he got it right away by the tears forming on the corners of your eyes. He realised that the friendship he thought was perfect wasn't, he finally saw after all this year how much you were unhappy. He was so selfish that even if he knew you by heart he didn't see the suffering you were giving him every time you too spoke during a sleepless night. Now he sees it, the pain, the hurt but most important the love and all he could feel right now was his heart aching and sinking into a dark hole.

He was losing you,

killing you,

torturing you,

helding you captive...

At this instant he hated himself so much for wanting to keep you just for him, no wanted to let you go, he wanted you only for him and it was unhealthy cause he knew that he couldn't give you what you needed from him. He felt sick to his stomach, he was toxic for you but you were a drug for him, he needed you to be well, to do well, to be happy. This man was confused because he didn't know how to explain his own feeling, he didn't know if it was love, possession, friendship, ownership, the only thing he was sure of was that without you he would be nothing. His mind needed to be clear, he needed to act fast before you left him for good, he needed to make sure of what he was feeling ...

So that night, under the stars, on this balcony, both of you were drunk. On this sleepless night, he grabbed the chair you were sitting in and brought it close to him with a firm attention to put an end to this. You got so surprised by his sudden gesture that you almost fell, he caught you with his arm like he always does when you are about to strumble. His arms having a firm grip on your waist he never let go of you, he didn't intend too even for a second until he was sure of what was going on between the two of you and you felt a tension building between your bodies. You dreamed of this for so long but living it was beyond every expectation because as soon as you ended up on his legs, it was like your soul left your body admiring this moment from afar, but you never felt more alive. Your skin was burning, your head spinning as the sight of him getting his face closer to you. He hesitates for a second that lasts an eternity for you before closing the gap between your lips and pressing his onto yours. They were soft, like kissing a cloud and your eyes shut themself automatically to make this moment captured in your brain forever cause you knew it would be a one time thing. You didn't want to think of this not right now, not when the man who was kissing you softly was here doing what you've always wanted and you were determined to show him how useless words were useless in this instant.

His lips still on yours, no moving like he was waiting for something, an approbation from you to make a move, you didn't realise that you were overthinking so much that you didn't respond to the kiss but the alcohol in his system wasn't letting him pull away just yet, and you were glad for it because you could react just in time and open your mouth to catch his lips, licking the dry spot on it, making them yours and only yours for what could last some longs minutes. His whole body relaxes and he releases a sigh he didn't know he was holding, his hands finally leaving your arm to fiercely grab your neck and making your forehead touch each other, deepening the kiss, introducing his tongue to the party. It was becoming sloppy and you were so intoxicated that your head was feeling dizzy but you weren't sure if it was because of the toxicity running through your veins or the way Daniel was eating you literally alive, like you let nobody do before. Your cold hands were finding their place at the hem of his shirt, pulling the last millimeters separating you from him. You wanted to feel him everywhere on your body as much as possible, the burning sensation was addictive and you needed more, you needed more of him ... again and again, savoring the few stolen moments.

But you had to let go, you couldn't breathe anymore, and he had too but it felt like he didn't want to. Coming back to reality was brutal for both of you as it seems to appear when you both pull away from each other, not moving your hands to lean on the contact, the fire and electricity who was roaming between your two bodies. At this point you couldn't open your eyes yet, you couldn't face him, face his terror of what you had just done, face the saddest of a lost friendship ...

His hand moves to caress your cheek, and like a fool, you lean to it, purring like a cat enjoying being petted. His thumb was stroking your skin, encouraging you to finally meet his gaze and when you do so, you've met the most beautiful brown eyes like it was the first time you were really seeing them from a close side. They weren't as light as you remember and his pupil was so dilated, yet so alive, sparkling like the sky during the 4th of July. He wasn't blinking and you weren't either, to scare to miss something , it was even more deep in the meaning that the exchange you just had, so intimate to lock eyes with each others, communicating only with your eyes, wondering what's the other is thinking, quietly battling to know which of you will break the contact first.

It end up being you when you felt your lungs lacking of air, opening your mouth to gather a huge breath of air which bring you a new clarity in your brain and made you jump out of his lap, finding yourself search for the balcony ledge, regretting right away the decision because you were already missing him. He was looking at you, his arms still up in the air where you were a second ago, still shocked from your sudden change of heart. How could you look at him and be around him after that ? You wouldn't dare to meet his eyes right now, deeply ashamed of what you just did. So you didn't and you left without a word, leaving him hanging on his own, leaving the room and probably leaving his life.

You spend the remainder of the night crying in your room, grieving the loss of the friendship you had with him, hoping to disappear from this place and not meeting him in the morning.

But that was without counting on the elevator taking too much time to come to your floor and the door of Daniel's room opening. It was too late for you to run and take the stairs plus you had too much luggages with you to carry. You pull on your best act, like nothing happened last night, hiding your puffy eyes and your miserable face as much as you can in the hood of your oversized hoodie ... his oversized hoodie. That thought made your eyes water again, you were about to betray him, leaving him alone but after like night.

That was where he called your name from the back of that room, and like an idiot you lifted up your head meeting his gaze from afar. He looked at you like he knew ... and your heart broke again replacing it with dust as the elevator's doors finally opened in front of you. You entered it, looking at him one last time.

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[siriuslywolfish-pg9]

I shared my Dessert! (And my heart)

- by Perrygrace9 (ao3) A Drarry one shot.

Based on a Prompt I received on tumblr: “Ok hear me out. This is based on how I got with my bf. Draco has had a crush on Harry forever(and they're sorta friends but not really) One day Harry walks in on Draco crying in a stairwell of a hotel, harry goes to comfort him and Draco fesses up to how he feels. Ok this is just what happened to me with new names but still it would be dope to see it written out.

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Draco buried his face in his knees, his fingers fisting his hair as he bit his lip in a vain attempt to stifle the sobs that wracked through his chest. 

The image of Harry kissing Oliver Wood was still flashing through his mind, burning and stinging his heart, scorching him to the very core. 

He hated it! Hated the way Harry was leaning against the counter in that easy confident way of his, with his strong arms wrapped around Wood's waist as the Quidditch star nipped and licked at Harry's neck while Harry chuckled before leaning down and catching his lips in a heated kiss.  

He hated how easily Oliver Wood had taken the glass of scotch from Harry's grasp—like he owned the man—and had nestled into Harry’s arms before proceeding to make out with him, as if Wood belonged there, as if he was laying claim on Harry by kissing him in front of everyone, right at the bar counter in the middle of a party for all the world to see that he owned the saviour who was coveted by the entire wizarding world. 

It made Draco sick. And so he had chucked down the last of his drink and stormed out of the hall, leaving Pansy surprised and calling after him. But he hadn't turned back, too desperate to hide his tears and leave the hall before they fell and spilled from his eyes, making him the object of ridicule. 

He shouldn't have come to this stupid ministry gala. But he did anyway. Just to look at Harry. To see him dressed up in all his glory and see the shine in his eyes. Harry looked beautiful in his full Auror uniform, his medals and tags adorning his chest and shoulders. His eyes sharp and his smile genuine and kind as ever. It was a rare sight and Draco didn't want to miss it for the world.

Last month Draco had received the invitation for the gala—which he knew was partly Harry's doing since the ministry would never voluntarily invite an Ex Death Eater to a function, even though Draco had been acquitted and had been serving as a healer for the past few years, doing his utter most to make up for the damage he had caused. 

He had been hesitant to go to the gala at first, not ready to face so many scornful eyes and glares. But the other reason why he didn't want to go was because he would have to see Harry taking someone else as his date. Draco had tried, or fantasised really, to ask Harry to be his date, but he knew it wasn't possible. Even if Harry agreed simply out of politeness and the goodness of his heart, because the idiot was too soft hearted to reject someone, Draco still did not have it in him to create problems for Harry by being with him so publically. He knew how draining Harry found the hungry media. And Draco would be  nothing but a stain on his shining golden image.

In the last few months they have become tentative friends and Draco respected and cared too much for Harry to hurt him in anyway, especially not after how kind Harry had been to Draco when the world had shunned him.  

But even worse was watching so many people asking Harry to be his date. Every time Draco had been at the ministry to drop Auror medical reports or samples or anything, he had seen someone asking Harry or hinting to it or making a pass at him. And each time Draco's insides had clenched in a tight knot, afraid that Harry would agree. But for some reason Harry had turned down everyone, saying he had someone special he wanted to take. 

And that had been worse to hear. This whole time at least Draco had told himself that Harry was single. That even if it was impossible, Draco still had a chance. He could almost delude himself into thinking that he had time to get close to Harry, to know him and love him. But now, knowing that Harry probably already had someone special, had nailed down the reality for Draco and his hopes and dreams had come crashing down. 

At last, he had asked Pansy to be his date. Even though he knew he would regret it later, it was impossible for him to miss the chance of seeing just who Harry's someone special was. His desperation and curiosity had gotten the better of him. And now he regretted it tremendously. 

He cursed himself, a choked sob racking through his lungs. He was so stupid. What had he expected to gain by coming here? That somehow a miracle would happen and Harry would confess his love for Draco? He had known Harry would be bringing his "someone special" . Harry himself  had told Draco when he had asked Draco if he was planning to go to the gala. 

Maybe some stupid part in Draco, a naive and hopeful and idiot and stupidly in love part of Draco had hoped it to be untrue. Had hoped that Harry's partner would be someone who didn't deserve him (not that Draco ever considered himself worthy of deserving Harry, but still!). That way at least Draco would have someone to hate, to scorn and detest and direct all his resentment and frustration for not being able to express his feelings for Harry, and eventually get over Harry. Even though Draco knew that would never happen, he could never get over Harry. 

But it had turned out to be Oliver Wood. The famous, charming, successful and dashing Oliver wood. Draco never stood a chance against Oliver. It was pathetic to even dream about it. 

But what could he do? Draco was known for making the worst decisions, for screwing up the simplest of things. And now he had fallen in love with Harry. Stupidly and madly in love with Harry. He had tried so hard not to let himself be carried away by those piercing eyes every time they had looked at Draco with warmth and sympathy and understanding. He had tried so hard not to trip over and fall for that lazy smile, charming and goofy and yet so open and honest. 

After Harry had ensured the safety of his family and kept him and his mother out of Azkaban, Draco had done his best to make the most of this generous second chance, but to also avoid Harry at all cost. But Draco being a healer and Harry being an Auror prone to injury had made their meeting inevitable. And before Draco knew it, Harry was inviting him for dinners and pub nights and friendly outings with friends.

Draco had tried to refuse, partly out of wounded pride at being perceived as a pathetic loner (although now he knew that Harry didn't see him that way) and partly because he knew he wouldn't be welcomed. But Harry's sincere attempts to mend things between them and his earnest eyes had been difficult to rebuff. 

At first it had been awkward, and more than once he had caught Harry glaring at someone or pointedly shutting them up if they tried to say anything mean or degrading to Draco and his friends. Yes, Harry had been kind enough to extend his generosity and his forgiveness to Draco's friends too, so that Draco didn't have to come to these gatherings alone. The noble, pure, giant hearted idiot that Harry was, how could anyone not fall for him?

And look where it had all ended up. With Draco crying on the eve of Christmas in the dark corner at the bottom of the steps of the empty stairwell of a grand hotel, while the rest of the wizarding world celebrated in the grand ballroom. The ceremonies had ended long ago, giving way to the more raunchy after-party with booze and band and blasting music. It was then when Draco had seen the sight which had broken his heart into pieces. 

He had known this was coming, he had always known that this would end in heartbreak when he had first realised his feelings for Harry. But he had no idea that it would hurt this bad. To see someone else in Harry's arms was gut wrenching.  It was like Draco's heart was imploding into itself. But it was happening slowly and torturously, as if every chunk was falling piece by piece, every vein and tending snapping like a thread one after the other, and pain chipping away at his insides until Draco couldn't take it anymore. 

The place where his heart should be felt hollow and painful, and heavy, and it ached! It ached so bad. Worse than the cruciatus, because at least the pain of the curse always ended. But this? This heart break? This loss? No. Draco already knew that this was a wound that would never heal. 

"Draco?" 

His head snapped as he looked up, his eyes wide. Harry was standing there, leaning against the column, one hand in his pocket. His medals glinted in the moonlight. His hair was tousled and the top buttons of his collar were open. He looked breath-taking. 

 

"Harry?" Draco choked out and looked away, sniffling and hastily wiping his tears. "Wha--what are you doing here? I thought you would be at the party." 

"I was looking for you. You suddenly disappeared." 

"Oh." Draco looked at his lap, he hadn't expected that answer. Something warm spread through his chest, like a gentle balm soothing his flaming nerves. Harry had come looking for him. "You—" his voice caught, scratchy from crying. He cleared his throat, "You should be inside." 

“So should you." 

Draco remained quite, keeping his eyes glued to the floor. He was well aware that Harry could see his tear tracks and his rumpled, dishevelled appearance, and was desperate to avoided this conversation before Harry had a chance to make any enquires about his well being. 

“Are you alright?" Harry's voice was soft and so full of concern that Draco wanted to just pull him close and spill his heart out to him and never let him go. 

Instead Draco just glared at the floor, stubbornly pulling at the cuffs of his sleeves. 

Harry sighed and sat on the steps, facing Draco. Leaning his back against the railing, he scrutinised Draco with a grave expression on his face, his arms crossed over his chest. "Draco, look at me." Draco didn't. "Did someone say anything? Was it the media? You can tell me, you know, I will see to it that they--" 

Draco shook his head and the tears that had been clinging to his eyelashes rolled down his cheeks.

"No, no one said anything,” he mumbled in a small voice. Harry's protectiveness and indignation on his behalf was bitter sweet. It made Draco crave him even more, but at the same time the realisation that, no matter how close Draco got to Harry, Harry would always be just out of his reach, tarnished and chilled the warmth that he had felt moments ago. 

More tears fell down his cheeks. "Fuck!" He cursed under his breath, angrily wiping them away.  But they kept falling. "Shit! Don't--" 

"Hey." Harry's voice was soft and oh so tender. Warm hands cupped Draco's cheeks as Harry turned his face to make him meet his eyes. "Draco, look at me, please." 

Draco slowly peered up at Harry from under his eyelashes, his vision a little blurry from tears. Harry's expression was concerned, and there was such tenderness in his eyes that Draco felt his heart breaking, he could almost hear the crack, like the shattering of frozen ice over a lake. He choked on a sob. 

Harry’s expression went from concerned to panicked, and he pulled Draco close, wrapping him in his arms. And Draco knew he had lost it. It was a hopeless battle to begin with. Loud, broken sobs wracked through his body as tears flowed down his cheeks in abandon, soaking Harry's expensive robes. 

But Harry didn't seen to mind. He just held Draco close, drawing soothing circles on his back, shushing and mumbling sweet nothings into his ears. 

If anything, it made everything ten times worse. How could Draco ever be expected to forget this beautiful, caring, selfless man? Especially when he was hugging Draco like this, like he was the most precious thing in the world. In that moment, Draco wanted to stay in Harry's arms forever. He would happily embrace death in that moment if it meant that he would die in Harry's arms and Harry calm, loving voice would be the last memory resonating through the beats of his fading heart as he took his final breath. 

But at the same time having Harry so close and yet so far was torture, and Draco wanted to pull away from him as if burned, unable to endure the agony of his yearning heart anymore. 

"I am sorry, Harry," Draco mumbled between his sobs, his voice muffled and  strained with guilt and shame. "I am so sorry. I tried--I tried to stop it, I really did—but I can't anymore, I am so sorry." 

Harry hugged his tighter. "What are you saying," he said softly in Draco's hair. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Dragon"

Draco’s breath hitched at the use of the pet name, it was something he allowed only Harry to call him. His face still buried in Harry's chest, Draco shook his head. It was now or never. "I—I like you Harry. I like you a lot."

Harry froze. Draco felt it the instant when Harry's entire body went rigid. Draco's stomach dropped. 

Harry pulled away, keeping Draco at arms length, his jaw slack as he looked at Draco with an unreadable expression in his face. 

Draco dropped his eyes to the floor. His heart hammered against his chest, filled with guilt and self loathing. How could he even dare to like Harry, let alone love him. And now Draco had gone ahead and dumped his feelings on Harry. It wasn't fare to him. He was sure Harry would hate him now. Or worse, he would try to make it up to Draco, and would be too careful around him to avoid hurting him by further. 

"I will understand if you want me to—” Draco hiccupped—"I would understand if you don't want to remain friends with me anymore. Not that we were ever friends. I wouldn't be so arrogant as to assume that but—I know I shouldn't—It’s okay if you hate me. I deserve it. I would never say it again, I promise. These are my feelings and you don't have to—" 

Draco's rambling was cut off by a pair of soft lips crashing into his in a chaste but firm kiss. Draco's eyes widened, but then they fell shut on their own accord as Harry snaked an arm around Draco's waist, his hand coming to rest on the small of Draco's back and pulling him close, his other hand cupped Draco's jaw before burying into Draco's hair as the nape of his neck. Draco gasped, Harry deepened the kiss and continued to kiss Draco like a traveller in desert quenching his thirst. 

The kiss was languid and sure and warm and chaste, full of assurance and meaning, like the sweet words of comfort or the safety of Harry's embrace. Harry kissed like he protected, like he cared and like he loved. With his entire being, giving away his everything, without demanding anything in return. Just giving and giving and giving...

And Draco was drowning in it. His toes curled, and the very tips of his fingers tingled with the sweet sensation of the feeling of Harry’s lips on his, Harry's hand on his back, his firm chest and his strong shoulder in Draco's grip where he clutched onto Harry for dear life. 

Slowly, the heated kisses turned gentle and light and lazy, and Harry finally pulled away, his hand still on Draco's cheek, the thumb of his other hand tracing circles on Draco's back, teasing the hem of his shirt where it had ridden up. 

Draco's eyes fluttered open. Harry was staring back at him, his hair and eyes shining like a mossy lake under the moonlight. He looked ethereal. 

“Why?" was all Draco could manage.  

"I like you too." He tentatively wiped Draco's tears, caressing his cheek with the pad of his thumb. "I am sorry I didn't say anything sooner, love." 

"Do you really mean that?"

 Harry nodded. 

"But what about Wood?" Draco asked, his voice just above a whisper , afraid that this was a dream and he would wake up  if he raised his voice. He deliberately stopped himself from fixating too much on the fact that Harry had just called him love. "I just saw you two together..." 

Harry's mouth formed an "O" "You saw that?" 

Draco nodded, his cheeks burning pink, whether from embarrassment or fear, he didn't know, or maybe it had something to do with Harry's closeness or the affection in his eyes when he looked at Draco. He suddenly realised that Harry had been giving him that look for weeks now, only he had failed to notice it in his apprehension. 

Harry ran a hand through his hair, “That was just drinks and we were being stupid....Oliver would be leaving tomorrow for his tour anyway. There is nothing between us. We were just fooling around." 

"But wasn't he your special someone?"

Harry laughed, then shook his head when Draco's eyes widened in horror, thinking that Harry was mocking him and that this was all a sick joke. Harry stopped and smiled fondly at him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Draco's ear. "No, you prat. Oliver isn't my special some, you are." 

Draco stared at him dumbly. "But I thought—Why didn't you ever say anything?" 

“I tried! I tried to ask you but I kept chickning out and then you said that you were going with Pansy." 

"I said that because I thought you were going  with some one else and I didn't want to—you know..." 

"We are so stupid." 

Draco pouted. "Speak for yourself, Potter. You are the one who chickened out of asking me to the ball. It was all your fault." Draco sniffed. "We could have avoided all the angst, but no, you had to go and make me cry. You enjoy it, don't you?" 

Harry burst out laughing and pulled Draco close again, smothering him in a hug. "Like you gave me any chance. You are as cold and stiff as an iceberg." 

Draco pulled away just a little from where his face was smushed against Harry. "I was obvious, Harry. You were just too oblivious to notice." 

Harry raised an eyebrow. 

Draco held up his hands in a gesture of dramatic defeat. "I shared my desserts with you and sacrificed my beauty sleep from time to time to be with you. That's as obvious as it gets. Even Blaise knew, and he is a slut who only concerns himself with the matters of his dick, and even he saw that I was arse over tit for you!"

Harry opened his mouth and closed it again, looking amused. "You are ridiculous." 

"No, you are just thick!" 

"Hey! That's no way to treat your boyfriend." 

Draco’s stomach flipped and he blushed. "Boyfriend?" 

Harry looked away, "I mean, if you want to." 

"Do you want to?" 

Harry glanced at Draco and nodded. 

Draco's heart skipped a beat and he inched closer to Harry. Boyfriends! 

“Wait. If you and Wood are not an item then why were you snogging his face off? I can understand why he was doing it. But I thought hook-ups weren't your thing?"

Harry flushed crimson, looking sheepish. "I thought you would never reciprocate my feelings. I was trying to get you out of my system." 

Draco's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. "By snogging Wood?" 

“Yes?”

“Why would I not want you, Harry? Have you seen me? Have you seen yourself?" Draco gestured at Harry from top to bottom, generally encompassing his whole being. 

Harry just blinked back at him. And Draco realised that Harry, stupid, idiot, modest, wearing-his-heart-on-his-sleeve, dorky Harry, really did think that Draco would reject him. 

Draco couldn't help the fond smile that curled across his lips. Harry's innocence in such matters was endearing. Harry really had no idea how amazing he was. It looked like his dreadful relatives really did a number on him when it came to self-appreciation. Well, Draco would just have to rectify that.  

“So," Harry said haltingly, almost hesitant. “Now that you know everything, may I kiss you?”

Draco blinked, his lips parting in shock. He was still a little dazed and incredulous at the turn of events. The first kiss had been sudden, barely giving Draco any time to think before he had reacted. But this time it would be for real. 

Harry took his silence as a yes and slowly leaned in, giving Draco enough time to pull back. His lips graced Draco's, gentle and tentative at first, then sure and firm and full of promise as he pulled Draco close. 

Wrapping his arms around Harry's neck, Draco kissed him back with fervour, almost climbing onto Harry's lap. 

Draco stopped, panting. "You know, there are a lot of rooms here," he mumbled between their almost touching lips. 

"Yeah? Would you like try one?" And without waiting for an answer he hauled Draco up with ease. Draco squealed and instinctively wrapped his legs around Harry's waist.  

"Someone is impatient," he said, breathless, brushing his nose against Harry's. He felt so elated he could fly. 

"You bet I am." Harry mumbled before attacking Draco's exposed collar. He pinned Draco against the nearest door, his hand fumbling as he swiped his all access Auror card to enter the room, all the while not taking his mouth off Draco. The moment the door was shut behind him, he pushed Draco against it and latched onto his neck. "I have been waiting for this for so long, you have no idea." 

Draco moaned as Harry sucked at a specially sensitive spot. "Really?" 

Harry broke away, "My fantasies were getting so blond It was creepy." 

That startled a laugh out of Draco—who would have guessed?—but it was cut short as Harry grinned and attacked his mouth again. 

Safe to say that Draco had an amazing Christmas.

[btsexomonstaxtrash1996]

Jungkook part 4

“Look at you miss pretty young thing.” Meg muses making angel smile before she puts her coat on. The hallways are cold especially coming from gryffindor tower. “Seriously you look like a model.” Meg whines a bit and angel shakes her head at her.

“Stop.” She says looking herself over in the mirror.

“If my date leaves me for you I'm gonna be so mad.” Meg muses before they leave to go to the ball, dance, thing.

Harry is shocked when he sees angel coming down the stairs and so is Hermione who had suspected she wouldn't want to come.

“Stop staring.” She says after a while and Harry can tell she has a bit of a blush on her pale cheeks.

When they get to the great Hall it's bigger and decorated with twinkly lights and candles everywhere.

“Coat off.” Meg says handing her coat to a staff who hands her a number which she slips in her dress pocket. Angel takes off her coat handing it to the man who hands her a number too. “And I'll take that.” Meg muses putting it in her dress pocket. “I'll give it back when you've at least spent an hour here.” She says and angel laughs before they walked off through the maze of seating, food, and drinks.

“What if she doesn't come?” Jungkook asks sadly and taehyung laughs. “I can't smell her with all the perfume.” He whines and the man in front of him pats him on the shoulder.

“I'm sure if she doesn't come you will see her again.” He says and jungkook nods like he is trying to agree but he is still thinking about it.

Jungkook sighs looking around at the other girls trying to find her. When he does she is standing by one of the drink tables with her friend who gave him the plate of food when she was sick.

“She's beautiful.” Jungkook says making his hyungs who decided they should try and stick together for the night. As wolves their senses are heightened and so when they get turned on in any way they can get a little wild so seokjin thought it would be better if they at least kept within eyesight just in case someone gets carried away another could stop them.

“Girls are allowed to wear that to a dance?” Seokjin asks shocked at the bead work and how it is a bit provocative.

“Hands off.” Jungkook growls and seokjin takes a step back.

“I wasn't going to go near her.” He states shocked at the man's words and jungkook takes a deep breath in controlling himself.

“Wait until her friend is done spending time with her.” Taehyung says and jungkook sighs noding and he turns away trying to control the wolf part of him that just wants her to be his already.

“Okay get a few drinks in you and sit sexily and someone will ask you to dance.” Meg says handing her a drink and angel looks at her for a moment. “Trust me, you want to drink at these things, someone always tries to ruin it.” She says and angel starts drinking. She didn't want anyone to ruin her first dance. “And a tip, if you make out with someone make sure it doesn't go to far. Boys are like dogs, they like to play fetch and if you give it to them completely they will get bored.” She explains and angel nods her head taking in her friends advice. She isn't normally around boys in general and she would try to stay out of parties and dances if the girls were allowed to go.

Meg gives her three drinks before she feels comfortable to leave her alone.

“Now sit like you're ready to be screwed.” Meg says and angel is confused and a little offended. “Okay sit.” She says and angel sits down and Meg adjusts her from there. “I better get some really good smutty details from tonight.” Meg says before she leaves her to go and dance with her date.

Angel stays in the position for a while before kylie sits down next to her and sighs.

“All the cute boys are dancing.” She Huff's and angel laughs. Angel half heartily listens to the girl noding her head when she needed to until a man walks up.

“Dance with me love.” He says and Kylie looks at angel who has always been the more popular one and the boy laughs. “Not the weird one you in the pink dress silly.” He says and Kylie gets up and waves bye to angel making her sigh, she definitely wasn't drunk enough for this.

“dance?” A man says after stepping in front if her. When she looked up jungkook stood there with his hand out. She looks at him for a while before he raises an eyebrow. “You no like dance?” He asks awkwardly with a smile and she just downs her drink.

“I do.” She says softly and he smiles wider when she takes his hand. For some reason, she guessed it was the alcohol, the way his hand feels on hers is like heaven. Maybe because she really isn't used to being touched.

He takes her to the dance floor right in front of Kylie and the guy who offended her. Maybe it was just jungkook wanting everyone to see that shes perfect or because he wanted to prove that she is better than the girl he chose.

He places the hand he was holding onto his shoulder and put his hand on her waist grabbing her other hand and holding it as he starts to sway. He unconsciously pulls her closer as he looks down at her, loving the slight pink tint in her cheeks.

“You, very, beautiful.” He says laughing at his awkwardness and she smiles looking down before jungkook lifted up her chin with his fingers. He notices her skin start to glow a bit more pale. “Beautiful.” He says smoothing her cheek a bit before placing his hand back on her waist.

When she smiles it was like the whole room lightened up a few notches.

“Your English is getting better.” She says softly after a while and he smiles.

“I understand, but can not talk yet.” He says and she smiles at his awkwardness way of speaking.

“Did you learn dance?” He asks and she nods, Meg dragged her to the lesson since a lot of girls went with the hopes one of the boys would pick them, and he smiles. “Hyungs and I singing. I want you as dance partner.” He says and she looked a bit worried. “I don't want to dance with anyone else.” He struggles making a complete statement and she smiles.

“Don't let me fall.” She says and he laughs smiling down at her.

“Never.” He says and she smiles.

“Kookie.” Jimin muses placing a mic on the man and an earpiece so he can hear the music better. “Good luck.” He muses and pats the man on the shoulder making him laugh.

People clear the floor as the music starts.

Jungkook starts singing first and she has never heard the man sing before though she knows he's rather famous especially amongst the girls.

He leads her though the steps easily, when he needs to lift her he does so without even struggling.

She was shocked at how good he was. And the fact he didn't stop looking at her the whole dance made her breathless. She hasn't had a member of the opposite sex pay this much attention to her other than her older brother.

He noticed the more she smiled the brighter her skin seemed. He wanted this to go in forever if he could.

“I'll be back.” Jungkook says kissing her cheek before leading her back to the outline of the crowd and the other boys do too.

She's left standing in front if Meg who hid that her date was taehyung until the last minute.

“Told you you needed that class.” She muses and angel shakes her head at Meg for her dirty planning.

She heard whining behind her about how lucky she was and she laughs and shakes her head.

After the second song jungkook pretty much throws the things he needed for performance at their manager before fast walking towards angel.

“Jungkook!” A girl screams right next to angels ear before jungkook ushers her out of the hall and hides the both if them when girls follow him.

“We go to the same school and they still chase me.” Jungkook sighs in Korean sighing in relief when he sees that they are gone. “Sorry.” He sighs and she smiles looking at him.

“I was scared you would get tackled.” She muses and he laughs a bit and nods.

“I want you by myself.” He says and she raises an eyebrow at him and he laughs nervously and a bit embarrassed at the look. “Too many smell.” He says and she laughs almost forgetting what he was.

He pulls her into a hug she wasn't expecting.

“I'm sorry.” He sighs holding her tighter. She was confused until she remembers that he witnessed not only her glowing skin but the curse and her scars. She isn't sure which part he is sorry about but she hugs him back.

“It's not your fault.” She says sadly and he places his chin over her head.

“Are we just going to stand here and keep hugging?” She muses and he raises an eyebrow backing up just enough to look down at her.

“What do you want?” He asks with a smile and she blushes before looking away and mumbling a nothing awkwardly. He takes a sharp breath in before he backs her against the wall making her look up at him. He leans down and presses his lips against hers making her grip onto his blazer.

He whimpers pressing a bit harder against her and gripping onto the wall.

When he pulls away they both are breathing heavily.

“Jungkook.” Seokjin starts before jungkook sighs and when he looks at the older man seokjin takes a step back before jungkook composes himself.

“We go back now.” He says and offers her his arm and she smiles before taking it and walking back with him.

They dance more and when they go to sit down for a much needed rest girls kept coming up to him to flirt and angel just focused more on drinking watching Meg and taehyung making out across the room. She gets up and jungkook watches her as she goes over interrupting taehyung and Meg's make out.

“Number.” She says and Meg sighs before giving her a number. “If it's your jacket I'm still wearing it.” She says walking away and tugging on jungkook's sleeve making him look up at her. She shows him her number and he smiles.

“Excuse me.” Jungkook says to the girl before standing up and buttoning his suit jacket. He walks over with her and hands the man their numbers and he gives them their coats before they walk out and jungkook keeps looking over his shoulder.

“Are you expecting someone?” She muses and he looks at her surprised as they climb some stairs. He shakes his head and smiles following her up the stairs before taking the lead himself with her hand in his.

He leads her up to the tower afraid to go further.

“Have you ever been in one of the dorms?” She asks and he shakes his head.

She smiles and grabs his hand tighter and motions for him to follow her and he smiles nervously.

“You're back early…” Harry starts before he sees jungkook and ginny giggles.

Jungkook is shocked at the coolness of the room and follows her up some winding stairs where two hallways sit and she motions for him to follow.

She leads him down a rather long hallway making him confused as it isn't a big tower.

“Undetectable extension charm.” She says and he nods before she opens a door showing him a room and there is an open door after it.

She laughs as he stands at the door as she walks into the room and taking off her coat and placing it in her wardrobe.

“Come in.” She laughs when he is still standing there. He takes in a deep breath before coming into the room following her to the back of the room where her bed was.

“Should I be in here?” He asks looking around the room and she laughs a little.

“If we didn't leave early Meg would have locked the door so her and your friend could have sex on my bed.” She sighs and he bursts out laughing at her bluntness. “Hopefully they will use his bed seeing us here.” She muses and sits down next to jungkook who just smiles over at her.

“Seokjin hyung won't let him.” He says honestly and she looks at him for a while. His eyes widen and his mouth falls open as he tries to form words.

“Pack stick together.” He says and she is raising an eyebrow.

“But he didn't stop you coming with me.” She says and jungkook is a bit surprised at her words, having forgotten he followed her all the way to her room. He laughs nervously looking around the room nodding.

“I'm Alfa.” He says and she looks at him for a while confused.

“But you're the youngest.” She says and he laughs.

“Alfa is my father.” He says and she nods a bit kind if still confused.

“You my mate.” He says softly and she almost doesn't hear it and he is terrified that she will reject him knowing taehyung said he should take it slow and get her to like him. He gets worried when she looks away. He turns her face to him.

“Are you scared of me?” He asks and she can see the pain in his eyes.

She carefully touches his face lightly. His eyes close before they open again, and this time they are red. He can hear her heart beating faster in the quiet of the room. She shakes her head slightly as her hand travels down his neck down to his button up shirt and he loses it pressing his lips down in hers.

The dress she's wearing is made by Pablo Sebastian I think and it's a slim fitted beaded dress that I guess you can look up unless I can find a picture that I can figure out how to post because it isn't downloading on my phone as a picture it's just a download it's hard to explain. I don't know if I'm going to be posting any more of it it depends on how much you like it....start with Draco part one and finish to part four then yixings parts then jungkooks cuz if you read it out of order it's going to be confusing for you