karmy fanfiction

Person A is a ghost who can’t remember anything about their life. All they know is that they feel oddly compelled to follow around this very sad person whose always crying and hugging old t-shirts at night. What they don’t know was that this person was their spouse. 

High School AU Pairings

The Quiet Nerd x The School’s Badass

The Cheerleader x The Jock

The Teacher x The Student

The Bully x The Victim 

The Math Geek x The Artist 

The Class President x The Vice President

The New Kid x The Popular Kid

The Lead in the School Play x The Member of the Play’s Production Crew

The Track Star x The Computer Whizz

The Slacker x The Perfectionist 

The Growing Library of My Karmy Fics [UPDATED]

Alternate Endings to Three to Tango

But We Have Boobs Now

Caught Two Fingered

Don’t Pretend Like You Didn’t Know

Homecoming, But I’m Not Coming Home

I Don’t Want A Foodgasm I Want An Orgasm

I Hate Camping

I’m Always Wearing White When It Rains

I Should Be On Teen Mom

Jealous Much?

Like a Virgin

Love Is In The Air…and Oreo’s

She Saw My Boobs

Shower Talk


Tell Her How You Feel

Three’s a Crowd

What a Hottie


Your Hair is Red

You’ve Got The X-Factor

You’re My Heaven

These ones are extra’s, one sentence requests from a little game I played:

Can We Pretend I Didn’t Just Say That

I’m Lost

Hey, have you seen the…? Oh.

How Long Do You Think We Can Keep Doing This?

There’s Something I’ve Been Meaning To Say

I do take prompts but they might take a while x

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Prompt:  Story idea: Amy and Karma are in denial of being in love and they are sleeping together. Despite their friends opinions they decide to use a “punch card” to have sex to prove they can have sex without feelings. After they use all the punches they have to stop but they realize their true feelings. 

(The title was because I listened to dvsn songs while writing the majority of this xD but I think it’s fitting)

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It's Complicated - Part 2

Yes, this is the second part of the Cooperfeld thing I wrote in the middle of the night last night. It’s turning into Karmy though. Like I said it would.

If you haven’t read the first part –> [Part 1]

“Did you just come out of Lauren’s room?” Karma asked meeting Amy at the top of the staircase with a confused expression plastering her face.

“Did I?” Amy asked her eyes still wide she glanced behind in and realised she had in fact come out of the wrong bedroom.

“Oh, I did! Yeah, I was just…torturing her” Amy nodded and Karma just looked at her still just as confused as before.

“And I wasn’t invited?” Karma asked and Amy ran a hand through her hair still trying to let this situation settle in her head.

“It was kind of spontaneous” Amy nodded “Shall we go downstairs?”

Karma ignored her question watching Amy’s face carefully she noticed a small smudge of pink on the side of her face.

“So you blew me off to hang around your house so you could spontaneously torture your step sister?” Karma asked tilting her head to the side, her hazel eyes remaining fixated on Amy.

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A Letter From A Not So Stranger | Ch. 22

AU:Karma Ashcroft has everything. She’s popular, never misses a party, and is always up to date with fashion thanks to her friend Shane. She’s a straight A student and has a perfect attendance record. She’s head of the cheerleaders with her co-captain and best friend Lauren. Her life seems perfect, other than Lauren’s who has to cope with her stepsister Amy. She is the school’s troublemaker with her best friend Liam. One day Karma receives a mysterious love letter from someone who knows a bit too much about her life.

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Prompt:  Story idea: Amy and Karma are in denial of being in love and they are sleeping together. Despite their friends opinions they decide to use a “punch card” to have sex to prove they can have sex without feelings. After they use all the punches they have to stop but they realize their true feelings. 

Chapter 2

As usual, I wake up before Karma. My first sight is her, on her side not facing me. For a while, I watch her, trying to remember how we got here.
I roll onto my back and stare up at my ceiling. My mind wanders back to that night.

That night, September 5th

Why Karma wanted to drag me to this stupid party is beyond me. Liam, Lauren, and Shane were going too, but that hardly makes a difference. Whenever the five of us go to parties together, we all usually end up doing our own things and splitting off with different goals in mind. Liam and Shane’s goals are usually to hook up. Lauren usually looks for more ways to make herself more popular by socializing. Karma and I usually just stick together. If we start to get bored, we leave. But once in awhile, we’ll find different people to hook up with. On a good night, we both find someone to hook up with.

The last time we went to a party like this, Karma found a good looking guy named Aiden. He never called her back.
Somehow, I was able to find a nice girl as well, but didn’t follow through. The girl was so drunk, she could barely walk so I called her a cab instead. Her name was… Julie or Jules or something?

My thoughts are interrupted by Karma lightly touching my shoulder. “I’ll be right back.” And she leaves my side.
Usually, that’s code for ‘I’ve got my eye on someone, I’m going in for the kill.’ Most likely, she will not ‘be right back.’

A half an hour goes by and I start to assume my theory is right. I make my way to the kitchen where Liam is inhabiting. He’s surrounded by three girls who are giggling uncontrollably at something he said. When I enter, he points at me. “Hey, let me make you a drink.”
Shrugging, I take a seat on the stool across from where he’s standing.

“You like old fashioned?” He asks as he gets a glass out of the cabinet.

“Definitely.” I say, watching him as he takes out a bottle of whiskey. When he’s done, he pushes the glass toward me, to which I gladly lift to my lips. At the taste, I grimace. “Damn, that’s strong.”

“That is a Manhattan.” Liam smiles as he leans forward on the kitchen island. “I know you have a high tolerance, but I doubt it can keep up with that beauty.” He nods toward the glass in my hand.

“Great.” I chuckle, already feeling a little dizzy. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Ok. If you need anything, I’ll be here.” Liam says, “Let me know if you need a ride. I saw Karma with a dude.”

“Course you did.” I mutter as I take another sip while walking away.
It was only a matter of time before I had to use the bathroom, so I went upstairs in search of one. I went to the first door to the right and stumbled into a bedroom.
Two people were making out on the bed. They jumped apart at the sound of my entrance. “Oh my god, sorry I-” Then I realize it’s Karma and the random guy she probably was planning on hooking up with.
They’re both roughed up and messy from the make out session. The guy is staring at me as if annoyed by my disruption. Karma, on the other hand, refused to meet my eyes.
“-was looking for a bathroom.” I finish, clearing my throat awkwardly.

“There’s a bathroom right over there you can use.” Karma says, still not able to look at me. And sure enough, there’s a bathroom connected to this room, which must be the master bedroom.

“Thanks.” I say. Awkwardly, I move past the guy to go to the bathroom.

When I come out, Karma’s alone on the bed. The guy is nowhere to be seen and she’s laying on her back, staring at the ceiling.
She turns her head to me and smiles slightly.
“Where’d your hookup go?” I ask, placing myself on the edge of the bed next to her.

“Probably still sulking that you killed his boner.” The redhead replies casually. On the other hand, my eyes widen.

“Sorry, Karms. I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t bother.” Karma says, turning onto her side to face me, “I told him if his penis is that easy to turn off, I don’t want it.”
I can’t help but laugh at that. “Wow. So not ‘the one’, huh?”
Karma scoffs and sits up. “I hope I never find ‘the one’ at a party.”

“Me neither.” I chuckle. Then I turn my head to look at Karma and I realize how close we are in proximity.

What happens next is inevitable. Her lips meet mine and it’s like second nature. It’s magnetic and automatic. It’s as if right when we kissed, the entire world exhaled and said the word ‘finally,’ which was also the word running through my head over and over again.

I pushed her away gently when the sober part of me asks ‘what the fuck are you doing, Amy?’

“We’re drunk.” I state. Though, on my part, I’m not that drunk. Karma shakes her head as she catches her breath.
“It’s ok,” She pants, “It doesn’t have to mean anything.” She snakes her arms around my neck and kisses me once more. And once more, I’m drawn in.

That night was definitely not our first time, but somehow, it felt like it was.

But the next morning, we didn’t hold hands. We didn’t cuddle and revel in our newfound love. When we woke up, we rushed to get changed. We said bye to each other and went separate ways.

Since then, we’ve had regular hook ups and remained best friends. The problem was our group of friends knew. They know.
Lately, they’ve been giving us a really hard time about it. They don’t get how we’re able to pass this off as no strings attached. Karma and I have been hooking up with other people with no strings attached for months. Since we’ve been hooking up with each other, we haven’t been with other people. With each other, it’s easier. We get the memo without saying it. Get in, get out. That’s it. No attachments. Nothing.

The sound of Karma stirring brings me back to the present. Turning to face her, I watch as she stretches and turns to face me. She gives me a small smile that gives me butterflies.
“Hey.” She says.

“Hey.” I reply.

We don’t usually stay in the morning. One of us usually gets up. But it feels good to have this moment, even if it has to be broken soon.
Karma surprises me once more and closes the space between us to place her lips against my bare shoulder. It’s barely a touch, but it stirs so many feelings. Feelings I’m not supposed to have.
Then as quickly as it happened, Karma pulls away and sits up. “I should get going.”

“Yeah.” I say, getting up as well to go to the bathroom. When I come out, I’m surprised Karma is still in my room. Fully dressed, but still present.
I raise an eyebrow. “Hey, stranger.”

Karma smiles at the greeting. “Can I use your bathroom? Sorry, I just really need to brush my teeth. Do you still keep my spare underneath the sink?”

“Yup.” I tell her as I plop on my bed and grab my phone. I hear the faucet running when I open the first text I missed from Liam.

Hey, where the fuck are you and Karm? We thought you two were going to come to winter formal last night??? Call me.

Can’t blame him for being worried. He’s being a good friend. But a part of me is pretty sure he knows very well where we were and is fully aware what we were doing. He’s just asking for confirmation.

I text him back, hey im not going to call, karms is in my bathroom. Just gonna say we found better things to do.

Right when I hit send, my bathroom door opens and Karma exits. “Thanks, aims. See you at school later?”

“See you.” I reply, shooting her a smile as she leaves my room. Not even a second after she leaves, my phone vibrates.

Liam replied, i see… see u in a few hours?

I type yea and hit send before getting up to get ready for school.


As I walk to school, the piece of paper in my pocket feels heavy. Six. We can only hook up six more times before we shut it down.
In my mind, I wonder when these six times will occur and where. I don’t know where Karma stands, but I definitely don’t want to waste those six times. It’s definitely going to be hard to limit ourselves since we’re used to seeing each other almost every night.

This is going to be interesting.