shh lets not tell my dad

Coffee and You

Requested: “Could you please put your clothes on? Your parents will be here in an hour.”


It’s no secret that Spencer Reid isn’t a morning person. Between his exhausting work schedule and his erratic personal habits, he often doesn’t get to bed until late at night, and would much prefer to sleep long into the afternoon than get up with the sun. Most days, Y/N is up before him, but she was called in to fill in for another nurse on second shift yesterday, and has been fast asleep after over twelve hours of work. He’s tried everything to get her up, but to no avail.

Reid shuffles into their bedroom and sits down on the mattress beside her. “Sweetheart, it’s almost noon. You’ve got to get up,” he says quietly.

She groans and rolls over, pulling the blankets up past her chin, trying to envelope herself in the softness of the fabric. “I don’t want to.”

“You need to.”

Her eyes open, and she lies there, staring up at him in a half-lidded gaze. “Why? Give me one good reason.”

It’s rare that this stubbornness of hers appears, but when she’s made up her mind in a situation like this, it can be incredibly hard to change it. “Well, for one, I’m here,” he says. “I don’t always get to spend your birthday, of all days, with you, and if you stay in bed all day, we’ll miss it.” He brushes a loose strand of her from her face, letting his hand rest against her cheek. Her skin is warm, her cheeks flushed from being wrapped up in such thick blankets. If only they could have more lazy mornings like this, days in which the only things they had to do were make breakfast and spend time together. Such mornings are few and far between, but he’s come to cherish them.

She turns to face him and says, “If I remember correctly, there are certain birthday traditions that didn’t happen last night.” She places a hand on his thigh, pulls herself up to a sitting position in order to place her lips against his neck. It takes all the willpower he has to pull away from her and stand up.

A look of confusion and hurt flashes across her features. “We can’t,” he says. “Trust me, I’d be more than happy to, but we can’t right now. Have you forgotten your parents are coming by?” It’s been on their calendar for weeks, ever since they called to tell her they wanted to spend some time with her on her birthday. Her mom and dad will be meeting them at the apartment before venturing out into the city.

“I forgot all about that,” she sighs, flopping back down onto the pillow in defeat. He knows she’s tired, and if it were anyone else they would cancel their plans in order to just spend a day relaxing, but it’s been so long since she saw her family.

“I’m going to go start some coffee. Can you please put your clothes on?” The scrubs from her shift are discarded on the floor, and she’s wearing only a tank top and underwear, evidently too exhausted the previous night to change. “Your parents will be here in an hour,” he adds.

In the kitchen, he moves slowly, taking his time with the grounds and the water and the mugs. Perhaps, he thinks, for some people such routines would feel tedious. Not for them. With the unpredictable schedules their lives revolve around, the mundane is often the most relished. And considering his line of work, the demons he chases, the mundane is more than welcome. It’s glorious, just waking up next to her in the morning. Opening his eyes to find the most beautiful woman in the world asleep beside him, a small smile on her face, her breath a soft rhythm.

He would be more than happy to do nothing but lounge in bed with books and conversation, her heart beating against his, the world outside a mere figment of memory, maybe even imagination. No responsibilities other than their promises to each other. What he wouldn’t give for that. A lifetime of struggle makes the simplest things seem all the more precious.

Which is why, when he feels her arms wrap around his waist as he’s pouring the coffee, he can’t help but grin. The mugs are abandoned as Reid spins around to pull her closer to him and kiss her softly. Yes, this is all he needs. Caffeine and her. She wakes him up better than any coffee could possibly do.

Pulling away, he glances at her and shakes his head. “Really?” he laughs. She’s neglected to put on pants, and is instead wearing one of his shawl-collar sweaters over a tank top, as though it’s a dress. It almost reaches to her knees, but is nowhere near long enough to be worn on its own.

She shrugs. “It’s early. And your sweaters are so much more comfortable. They smell like you.” Y/N hops up onto the kitchen counter and grabs a cup of coffee. The way she’s looking at him, sitting there in his sweater, he wants nothing more than to grab her and carry her back to their bedroom.

There’s a knock at the door, startling both of them. She gulps down the coffee and dashes to their room, swearing under her breath. By the time he reaches the door, she runs back out, having donned a pair of leggings. Her hair is thrown up in the loosest of buns.

“Don’t you think they’ll notice that’s my sweater?” he asks, his hand on the lock. Her mom and dad didn’t know they were living together yet, and while they were sweet, they were a bit on the conservative side.

“Shh, they don’t need to know. I’ll tell them that’s the style now. As far as they know, I’m a well-rested, well-organized human being who doesn’t prioritize making out with my boyfriend over getting dressed.”

Reid chuckled. “I have no problem with your priorities.” For a few seconds, he stands there, not yet ready to open the door and let everyone else in to their own private world, this place built just for the two of them. He wans to pause those early hours and inhabit that space just a little bit longer. Y/N, staring up at him as though he were the sunrise itself, her hand in his, a whole day together, just to celebrate the fact she’s here.

Here, with him. Loving him, for some inexplicable reason. Her existence makes his life so much brighter, and before he opens the door, he murmurs, “Happy birthday, dear,” and gives her one last kiss before turning the knob to reveal her parents.

Beer Pong and Powdered Donuts

prompt: A’s been arrested and is waiting handcuffed to a bench in the police station, B is there to deliver donuts and can’t help giving A one

prompt by @writing-prompts-list

Originally posted by archiegifs

Request: Being Kevin’s sister and dating Veronica 💜💜

A/N: I hope it’s okay that I put this in an imagine instead of a “would include”, if you’d like me to make a list just let me know :)

A/N: Also, I’m sorry I haven’t been posting lately, I’ve just had a lot of homework load. Still have to work on it all weekend, but I found sometime to write tonight <3

Word Count: 770

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Night air swept across your face. Cold metal dug into your wrists. Your face was highlighted by the red and blue light flashing above you. 

When the car pulled up, the wind got stronger. Your hair whipped around you. The Riverdale Sheriff’s office.  You were going to be in so much trouble.

The police officer grabbed your cuffs and hauled you towards the front. As the large doors opened, your brother rushed towards you. 

“y/n what the hell!” Kevin’s blue eyes glimmered, “Dad’s going to kill you! What did you do?”

It was a simple party. At someone’s house that was trustworthy….

Okay maybe simple wasn’t the correct word. But never-the-less what you did wasn’t that bad.

Right?

~~

The music was booming so loud you could feel it in your feet. People laughed all around. Red cups were being passed around, beer pong was being played. Striding over to the table, slinging an arm around your girlfriend. “Hey Ronnie” Her face beamed, her arm slinging around your waist, “Hey babe, want to join”

You shook your head, “I’ll join in a minute, I’m gonna get a drink” You smiled at her before disappearing back into the crowd. Sweaty people dancing surrounded you before you were passed a drink.

Two hours later, after 4 rounds of beer pong, you and Veronica were lying on the couch, her head resting on your chest. Your hair was splayed on the couch, veronica’s manicured hands playing with it. “you know…we should probably get home…”

“mmm” she hummed, “But I’m so comfy…”

“I know…if I’m not home soon my dad will start looking”

She sighed, “okay..I’ll stay here though..make sure Archie doesn’t do anything stupid”

You slid off the couch and kissed her forehead. “See you tomorrow”

~~

Tomorrow. If you were let out by tomorrow.

“Oh my god Y/n! Dad’s going to kill you. You went to a party, make out with Veronica, then drive a car drunk?!”

“Shh Kev…”

His eyes widened, “You didn’t tell him yet!”

You looked down. “How am I supposed to? His son is gay, what would he do if he found out his daughter was too?”

Kevin just looked at you solemnly.

Not even a minute after, the doors flung open, raven hair flew around. 

“Y/n? Kevin? What the hell happened” 

Veronica rushed towards you two, Kevin taking the queue to leave, probably walking outside to go find Joaquin.

Two power donuts rested in a Tupperware that was peeking out of her purse.

She looked at you sternly, monitoring the scratches on your face, “What happened after that party?”

~~

You opened the door to your car, and slung the seatbelt across your body.

With your hands at ten and two, you jumbled around for your keys in your pocket.

The engine started, you pulled out of the driveway, but next thing you knew, you saw bright red and blue lights. Your foot slammed on the break so quickly, that the next thing you saw was the stop sign.

~~

Her hand rested on the side of your face, eyes calculating. “if you crashed, why would they take you here?”

You looked down, “I was drunk, and didn’t stop the car”

“Yes, but your father is the Sheriff, wouldn’t you get let off?”

Shoes clacked along the tiles on the floor.

Speak of the devil.

“Y/n..” You looked up, Veronica retreated her hand from yours.

You father stared at you, disappointed. 

“I’m sorry dad…I just really wanted to go this party..”

“Don’t tell me you went to that party for some boy. I know Kevin might have an influence on you, but if its going to be with anything just don’t let it be his choice of men”

He cleared his throat.

“You’re off the hook. Luckily you didn’t do much damage to the car, or the stop sign. We’ll talk about this at home” His eyebrows furrowed as he walked off, saying goodbye to you and Veronica. 

“well..” Veronica started, “that was sufficiently awkward”

She reached into her purse to grab the container. Flipping the lid off, she handed a powdered donut to you.

“I came as soon as I can but I thought I’d get the chef to make some powdered donuts, I know they’re your favourite” You smiled at her, but it was wavering.

Sure, you should be happy that you were off the hook, but you were scared. Not only had you gone to the party, didn’t stop for the cops, and got drunk, you also had something huge to tell him, and you weren’t sure he would take your girlfriend lightly.

Can't It Be Fixed? |Michael Clifford|

Originally posted by digmedownmendes

Pairing: Prince!Michael x Reader (Y/n)

Summary: The king was hosting a ball to find a suitable wife for Prince Michael but what happens when Princess Y/n, who is already betrothed to another prince in a faraway kingdom, meets the prince… again.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 300+

A/n: so this is my first royalty au. I’ve really wanted to do this for a while now so I hope it entertains you readers! And I’m also planning on making a part 2?? (sorry I’ve been so absent its been really hard to write these past months)


“Royal balls are such a bore, aren’t they?” you questioned, walking up to the prince, and placing your hand on his shoulder.

He smirks and looks at you, “Long time no see, Princess Y/n.”

“I guess I should say the same, Prince Michael,” she curtsies then whispers, “I’ve missed you.”

 That was enough to make his heart accelerate. She missed him.

 She originally was showing up to his ball in hopes of him asking for her hand in marriage, but that dream was long gone. Y/n was arranged to be married to another prince in another land, far, far away from him. The man of her dreams.

 Michael and Y/n have been friends ever since they were young tots back in royal training. Since they were in the neighboring kingdoms, Michael was the only friend Y/n had ever really had; besides her older brother Prince Ashton and his friends Prince Calum and the Noble Knight Luke.   

“Would you care to dance m’lady?” Michael bows and extends his hand to you. You curtsy and grab his hand, pulling him into the ballroom. “So, why are you really here?”

 You gulp and look towards the floor, your façade long gone. You hadn’t told Michael about being betrothed yet and it was slowly killing you. “Well, I…I’m engaged,” you frown.

He slowly comes to halt and frowns, “You’re engaged?!?”

“The thing is, I was forced to and my dad wasn’t taking no for an answer and I couldn’t let you get hurt and if my father knew I was here he would have your kingdom ambushed and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner but…” tears begin to stream down your face as you explain the situation you’re in.

“Y/n, shh,” he coos and wraps you into his arms. “Everything’s gonna be ok, ok? I’ll figure something out, but for right now you’re with me.”

“Mikey, j-just don’t let me go.”

“I’ll never let you go princess. Never.”  

That moment was soon ruined by the sound of a cannon’s blow and the cries of war. You squeeze onto Michael tighter than before. “I’m sorry, this is all my fault, but I have to find my father.”


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Fluff Friday: November 18 “Big & Little”

Not particularly shippy. Featuring: Sakura and Kakashi, with guest appearances by Naruto, Sai, Yamato, Tsunade and Shizune. Would nod vaguely at canon if they were to pass in the street.

This is de-aged fic. Neither Sakura nor chibi!Kakashi are particularly thrilled, but Naruto thinks it’s hilarious.


Sakura’s just coming up on the end of a long, long hospital shift when she hears the commotion in the lobby. She pauses, letting her attention stray from the medical chart she’s updating to trying to decipher the noise two floors down, but the distance muffles everything to only the dull rise and flow of voices. She cocks her head, listening to no avail.

“Haruno-sensei?” the chūnin perched on the bed dares prompt.

She frowns and shakes her head, turning back to her patient. If she’s needed, Shizune will send one of the nurses to fetch her. Until then, she has work to finish.

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High School (personal)

High School

Luke’s Daughter- Hannah/ Freshman

Michael’s Son- Alex / Senior

Ashton’s Son- Andy / Junior

Calum’s Son- Asher / Senior

“I’m serious, don’t laugh at me, I’m absolutely terrified about starting high school.” I mumble,sitting in between Alex’s legs, as he wraps his arms around me.

“Don’t be, we will all be with you the whole time, except during class, but we aren’t going to let anyone hurt you.” Asher says, rubbing my back.

I nod, and Andy smirks at me, making me nervous, and I rub my hands against my black jeans.

Alex grabs my hands and hold them up above my head.

“Alex, what are you doing?” I ask, looking up at him innocently.

Before he can answer, Andy tickles my under arms, causing me to squeal and Asher joins in.

“GUYS STOP! I I I CAN’T BRE-BREATHE!” I manage to get out.

They all stop, and Alex lets go off my hands, and I crawl out from the boundary he made with his legs.

“Not nice!” I yell, running up the basement steps, into the living room, where are dads are.

I hear the steps creaking, knowing they followed me, scanning the room I run to my dad and sit as close to him as possible.

“What did you do?” Dad asks, rubbing my arm, with the one I wasn’t latched onto.


“I told them they weren’t nice!” Seeing Asher’s black hair, I hide behind dad’s arm.

“What were they doing?” Ashton asks, his accent thick.

“Tickling me..” I trail, causing them all to laugh, making me blush.

“Where’s the little fresh meat, I mean freshman!” Alex says, making me yelp.

“Oi! Be nice!” Michael says.

“Make them stop!” I yell, as they tease me.

“I wouldn’t piss us off, you’ll be doing everything by yourself.” Asher says.

“You wouldn’t!” I say, standing up going to my room.

“You know us well enough to know we would!” Andy yells, taking the other set of steps, down to the basement.

“That’s so mean!” I yell.

“Whatever, go annoy someone else!” That hurt.

“I HATE YOU ALL!” I scream, knowing I don’t mean it.

They wouldn’t do that, would they? Surely, they wouldn’t? Maybe I’ll go apologize. Boys are annoying.

Quietly I slip down to the basement, to see them all playing video games.

“What do you want?” Asher spits, not even looking at me.

“I didn’t mean it, I swear, I don’t hate you all, I promise!” I rush out, my face burning red, my hands sweaty. Messing up my relationship with them, is probably my biggest fear, we are so close.

“Your dad probably told you to apologize, you wouldn’t apologize on your own. Your a tattletale, you won’t apologize.” Andy says.

Biting my lip, I run back up the stairs, tears in my eyes.

I end up crying myself to sleep, not even waking up when they leave.

•First Day of School•

“Is that Clifford’s cousin? I heard she’s a bitch!” Some girl whispers to her friend, as I walk to my locker. I refuse to cry, not in front of them.

“She probably is.” Her friend whispers back. Pretty bad at whispering, if you ask me.

“BITCH!” Some girl yells, until I turn around and notice, that it’s actually my bully from Middle School.

Slamming my locker shut, not that anyone would notice in this loud mess, I scan the hallways, trying to find someone I actually recognize. Better yet, someone who would actually appreciate my company, that would consist of my 3 cousins, that aren’t technically my cousins, but until we were 8 and 12 we didn’t know that.

Walking to my home room, I set my stuff down in my assigned seat, and wait.

30 minutes later, we’re dismissed to 1st period.

Remember, they weren’t gonna let me do this by myself, yea thanks for the help. I have no gods honest clue where I’m going.

Noticing Andy’s blonde curls, I walk up to him.

“Hey Andy, can you help me?”

“No go away, freshman.” He says, his group of friends laugh, and I walk away, running up the 2nd level of stairs, I just barely make it to my 1st class.

By lunch, every one of my cousins have refused to help me, god I don’t think I’ve ever hated myself so much, I was so stupid. Only I would start a fight 2 days before the first day of school.

Lunch time, where to sit, where to sit?

You know those cliche movies where a girl eats all by herself in a bathroom stall? Yea well that actually happened, it doesn’t just happen in movies.

By the time I go to my locker, and drop off the books, grab some stuff that’s homework, and walk to my Dad’s car, I’m halfway to bawling my eyes out.

Every time I walked up stairs, or walked down a hallway, girls were talking about me, not even bothering to be quiet.

“How was school?” Dad asks, shifting the shift to drive.

“Great!” I chirp, lying strait through my teeth.

Everyone assumed I liked school, ha, ha, biggest lie I’ve ever told. Schools the reason I have scars on my thighs, schools about to be the reason I have more fresh scars on my hips.

“Good, did your cousins help you?” He asks, patting my knee.

“Yup!” I say, another lie, taking out my math binder, I start working on the set of equations.

He nods, and starts driving to our house.

•At the house•

Plugging in my iPhone, I play some music, and finish my homework, ignoring all my texts.

Biting my lip, I run the safety pin across my hip, falling back into an old habit, loving the sting. Doing that a few more times, then cleaning up the blood, I lay back on my bed.

“Hey, we’re gonna go to Mikey’s for dinner, that alright with you?”

“Yea, when are we leaving?” I ask.

“6:30!” He says, it’s 4:00, now.

Grabbing a pink floral sundress with a cream top part, and a brown belt, I rush into the bathroom to change.

Curling my once strait hair, spraying some perfume, and putting on some light makeup, I walk downstairs, slipping on some flats.

“You look nice, sweetie.” Dad says, smiling at me.

“Thank you.” I say, following him out to the car.

I walk in and hug everyone, acting like there’s nothing wrong, and I can tell the 3 boys are grateful, knowing they’d be in a ton of trouble, I’m not a tattletale, prove them wrong.

Bending down to sit, I bite my lip, as the pain from the earlier cuts settle in.

“You look lovely.” Ashton says, I smile and thank him.

“Pass the mashed potatoes.” Asher grumbles at me, trying not to show emotion, in the growl of his voice, I pass him the potatoes.

“Okay, that’s enough, what the hell is going on with you 4?” Calum asks.

I set my fork down, and push my plate away, leaning back in my chair, there isn’t a way in hell I’m saying anything.

The other 3 follow suit.

“WELL?” Michael yells, causing me to flinch, he is probably the scariest person when he’s mad.

“Hannah?” Dad says, normally I’m the first to spill, but normally we don’t have to get them involved.

“I’m not saying anything, since I’m such a tattle tale.” I scoff.

“I swear, if the reason y'all are fighting is because one of them called you a tattle tale..” Ashton mumbles.

“Wait, Han, how did school actually go? Did they actually help you?”

“Yes they did.” I lie, biting my cheek.

“Tell the truth.” He says. I don’t want to lie to my dad, but he will always love me, they won’t.

“That is the truth.” I say, lying once again.

“Give me your phone, if you’re gonna lie, you can’t have this.” He says, holding out his hand.

I unzip my small purse and hand him my phone, I am not going to back down from this.

“Boys..?” Ashton says, hoping they will tell what’s going on.

“Alright, alright we got in a fight.” Alex says.

“About?” Calum asks.

“Don’t say anything.” Asher says, I nod agreeing with him.

“After Hannah said she hated us, she went to her room, when she came down to apologize, Andy didn’t accept the apology, so we didn’t, then at school she came up to all of us, asking for help, we all told her to go away, and called her a freshman in a mean way, and I assume she ate lunch by herself.” Andy says, sighing when he finishes.

They all stay silent, I bite my lip, just the whole thing reoccurring makes me want to cry.

“I’M SORRY I DON’T KNOW WHAT ELSE YOU GUYS WANT, I APOLOGIZED TWICE, I DON’T WANT YOU GUYS MAD AT ME!” I scream, letting the tears stream down my face.


“Shit! Please don’t cry, I don’t want to see you cry, shh.” Alex coos, pulling me into his lap, I try and stop him but he’s to strong, so I just stay there.

“I’m sorry, babe, I really am!” He says, hugging me tight.

“I relapsed..” I whisper, making sure dad doesn’t hear.

He picks me up, and carries me into his room.

“No, please tell me your kidding?” He asks, rubbing my knee.

“No, I’m not.” I say shaking my head.

“Oh, where, are they bad?” He asks.

I pull up my dress just enough so he can see the bandages, his thumb rubs across them.

“This is all my fault, these are just baby scars though. You’re going to get through this.” He coos, hugging me tighter than ever.

“It’s not just your fault, it’s ours too.” Asher and Andy say, hugging me.

“It’s also the girls at schools fault.” I whisper, not wanting them to completely blame themselves.

“Please don’t do it again, talk to us.” Asher says, rubbing my leg.

“Promise me something?” I ask.

“Anything.” Andy says.

“Please don’t leave me alone again, today was awful.” I say, looking at them hopefully.

“Promise.” Alex coos, cuddling me closer.

We fall asleep, in one giant pile, dad just brings clothes for me over, not bothering to wake me up.

More Than Anything In The World - Fred Weasley Imagine

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Okay, so how about an imagine where the reader is Draco’s sister and she is never on good terms with her father and he sees her with Fred and he gets mad? Thanks 😁
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•Warning: Cute Brother Draco, Hate Relationship With Lucas Malfoy!•

~(Y/n)’s POV~

I’m currently in the Slytherin Common Room reading a book, This whole week I’ve been studying like there’s no tomorrow. I really want to get a good grade on the test this Friday, right before we all leave home for Christmas break. I continued to read the pages bored out of my mind, I’m pretty sure I’ll pass this test but since there’s nothing to do I thought I might as well read. But the heavens above me have heard my call, right when I put my book down my brother, Draco Malfoy, came into the common room. “Weasley’s outside waiting for you” he said plainly, he started to walk upstairs but I stopped him grabbing his wrist “Draco. Why don’t you call him, Fred?” I asked “Because I still don’t feel comfortable that a Weasley is dating my baby sister. Also you should be happy I’m allowing you to date him.” Draco said matter-of-factly. “I’m a big girl Draco. I can take care of myself.” I smiled crossing my arms over my chest “I know. But your still my baby sister, I want you to be careful.” He smirked kissing my forehead before leaving upstairs to his room. I smiled wider, I’m glad that Draco accepts me and Fred dating it’s just that he really doesn’t like the Weasley family, at least he doesn’t call Fred, Weasel B anymore. I happily skipped to the entrance of the common room moving out from behind the stone wall seeing a bright haired ginger standing there with his back to me.

I slowly crept behind him and squeezed his butt making his jump and yell. I laughed hysterically “Why did you do that for?” He exclaimed rubbing his bum “Because you do that all the time to me!” I giggled “It’s better if I do that to you” he smirked coming closer to me, he put one hand behind me neck and one hand firmly on my waist. His nose brushed against my nose before he broke the small distance between us attaching our lips together. His lips are soft against my chapped one, he kisses me softly but passionately at the same time making me go crazy. The hand that’s on my waist slowly goes lower by the second without me noticing until Fred grabs my butt in his hand squeezing roughly. I jump back breathless, I hit him lightly on the chest “I hate it when you do that” I said trying to sound angry but instead I sound like a little kid. He rolled his eyes grabbing my hand in his, we start walking to the Great Hall where dinner is being served. “I wanted to ask you a question.” Fred said nervously, I looked at him giving him a nod telling him to go on. “I was wondering if - if maybe you would - like to spend Christmas break at my house?” He stuttered “Um… Fred. I -” I started but he cut me off “Oh man! I shouldn’t have asked you! I’m sorry if I’m taking things to quick! It’s - it’s just that I really want you to go and - and” “Fred! Calm down!” I exclaimed taking both his hands in mine “Trust me, I really want to go it’s just that… My parents wouldn’t allow me.” I whispered putting my head down.

“What do you mean?” He asked grabbing my chin forcing me to look at him “My mom would probably let me. But - my dad definitely won’t. He hates your family and he hates me. Whatever I want, he’ll just say no to make me more miserable.” I whispered “That’s not true. Your dad loves you” Fred whispered “How do you know? He easily gets mad at me for everything!” I said angrily throwing my hands in the air, Fred hugged me quickly making me slowly put my hands down around his neck. Whenever I was mad Fred would hug me tightly making me calm down, it helps me a lot. “I’m sorry,” I whispered “I’m going to ask my parents when they come to pick up Draco, This Saturday” “Okay. I love you” he grinned placing a kiss on my forehead, then on my nose, then on my lips softly “I love you too ginger” I said in between kisses, Fred pulled back dragging me into the Great Hall where we ate and talked.

~Saturday Morning~

-“Your dating him!” My father, Lucas Malfoy, yelled in my face. I nodded looking at the ground “you disgrace! Your a blood traitor like your twit of a boyfriend!” He screamed with rage “Don’t say that! Why can’t you just accept me for once?!” I screamed “I’ll accept you. Once you kill your boyfriend.” He said in an evil tone “W-what?” I whispered “I said I’ll accept you once you kill your boyfriend! But if you don’t I will!” He growled “N-No! Leave him alone!” I cried, I heard running footsteps coming closer then out of nowhere Fred appeared. “(Y/n)? What’s going on?” He asked “Do it!” My father yelled at me “No!” I screamed, he rolled his eyes and pointed his wand at Fred. I tried to move but my feet seemed to be glued to the floor, I touched all my pockets and felt no wand there “Don’t touch him!” I screamed trying desperately to move my feet “It’s too late” my father whispered his voice echoing through my head “Avada Kedavra!” He yelled “No! Fred!” I sobbed, Fred fell to the floor with a thump. I fell to my knees screaming at the top of my lungs “You - You bastard! W-Why would you do that?! I hate you! I hate you!” I cried banging my fists on the ground. I felt hands grab my shoulders shaking me lightly, I looked up to see Draco. “(Y/n) you need to wake up” he said “W-What? I don’t understand.” I sniffled “Wake up! Wake up!” His voice got louder “Wake Up!” He yelled.-

I shot straight up taking in deep inhales, my heart was racing as if I just ran and sweat covered my body. I looked around and saw that my room was empty except for Draco who sat in front of me with hands on my shoulders “(Y/n). (Y/n) are you okay?” He whispered, I bit my bottom lip trying to suppress a sob. I hated when I cry, but I couldn’t hold it in now, the love of my life just died in my dreams. I shook my head a couple of times before going full out crying, Draco engulfed me in s tight hug, his fingers stroking my hair gently. “Shh. Tell me, what’s wrong?” He whispered, I sniffled a couple of times before speaking. “D-Dad killed F-Fred right in front of m-me. T-Then you - you came and t-told me to w-wake up.” I cried still sobbing into his shoulder “Shh. I promise I won’t let dad hurt him. Okay?” He whispered taking my face in his hands making me look him in the eye “You p-promise?” I sniffled “I promise” he whispered kissing me on the forehead. “Get some sleep” he whispered while I sat on his lap resting my head on his chest.

~Later That Day~

“Draco. I can’t do this.” I said nervously as I looked at my blond brother, we were currently bringing our trunks down to the Hogwarts Express where we can load and leave “Come on (Y/n). It won’t be that bad.” He said calmly “You act like you haven’t met dad!” I exclaimed “Just talk to him! It’ll be fine” he reassured me “What happens if he does hurt Fred?” I said worriedly “Nothing’s going to happen to him (Y/n).” Draco said reassuringly. While we were in the Hogwarts express Fred kept his arm around my shoulders the whole time, kissing me here and there. I was anxious, I wished we would never make it to king’s cross but we do. I inhale and exhale preparing what I’m going to say to my dad “Fred is a great person. He’s nice and caring. Friendly to all. Oh did I mention that he’s a Hogwarts legend for pulling pranks on people - I’m Doomed!” I said aloud “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Baby” Fred cooed “Easy for you to say” I said sadly “Just ask him. If he says no, it’s okay. Well send each other letters everyday.” He smirked “Fine” I muttered having a grin plastered on my face. We both exited the train with our heavy trunks dragging behind us, Fred dropped his trunk on the floor and engulfed me in a tight hug. “I love you so much” he whispered kissing my cheek, I wrapped my arms around his neck “I love you more” I teased “That’s hard to believe” he smirked, I attached our lips together “I - Love - You - More” I said in between kisses “Okay. You win” he smiled pecking my lips “Excuse me! But what do you think your doing touching my daughter like that?!” I heard an awfully familiar voice yell. I turned my head to the side to see my dad with an angry expression just like in my dream. I went in front of Fred as my dad came closer “(Y/n)! What are you thinking! That’s a blood traitor!” My father yelled “I don’t care! I love him!” I screamed. Everyone in the station was watching now, Fred grabbed my hand “How could you do this?! Your disgracing the family’s name by being in love with a Weasley!” He yelled in rage “There’s nothing different between us! We’re all the same!” I said angrily squeezing Fred’s hand.

“Fine! If you leave with him you are no longer my daughter! Your just a filthy blood traitor!” He yelled “I’d rather be a blood traitor than your daughter!” I screamed a tear rolling down my cheek, I wiped it away quickly grabbing my trunk leaving towards Fred’s family. I was greeted with warm hugs and smiles from the Weasley’s making me feel better, I apologize to them because of the scene I caused but they don’t mind making me smile. I felt a tap on my shoulder making me turn around and there stands my father. “Um… Can I speak with you alone please?” He said calmly, I nodded my head deciding to give him a second change, he is my father. Fred grabbed my hand “It’s okay, I’ll be back.” I whispered to him kissing him on the cheek before going with my father. We stood a couple of feet away from Fred and his family making Fred kinda nervous but I gave him a smile telling him it’s okay. “How long have you two been dating?” He said calmly but I can hear a hint of anger in his tone “A year and a half” I said, it looked like he was about to have a heart attack. “Well… Draco told me you that you have a question that you want me to answer.” “Oh yeah. Can I stay with Fred for the holidays?” I asked, he took a deep breath in “How much do you love him?” He asked “More than anything in the world.” I smiled looking at Fred “Okay. You can go with him, just be careful. I don’t want my little girl getting hurt” my father said sternly. I smiled in happiness hugging my father, after a few seconds he realized what I was doing making him hug me back. “I love you, I love you” I said excitedly jumping off my dad “I - I love you too” he said in a shocked tone. That was the first time I said that to him and it won’t be the last, I waved at my family before running to Fred hugging him. “I take it that your dad said yes” he smiled, I nodded my head kissing him. This is the best Christmas break so far.

~~Kristian
Strange Neighbors

My neighbors are strange.

They live in a two story English colonial house, painted a very light and delicate slate gray with dark blue shutters and a red front door. Sometimes, at night, bats fly out of the brick chimney. Their backyard is a depressing reminder of what used to be: a dilapidated screened in porch; a putrid, inground pool filled with stagnant water and bullfrogs; tree limbs and archaic toys littered in the weeds, like some disaster struck and everything was dropped in order to escape. The running joke in my home was that they were vampires because they seldom come outside.

I’ve lived next door to them for about a year and a half. I’ve spoken to the wife, a woman in her late fifties with short, iron-gray hair, on a single occasion before the story I’m about to tell you occurred. She waltzed over to offer my daughter her daughter’s old Barbie Jeep, never introducing herself. Nice enough gesture, but still queer because I’d lived here for a year, and it was the first time we exchanged words.

When we’d been here for a few months, my husband, Gary, told me that they had a daughter. I figured he’d seen a visiting relative, not a daughter, because I literally had never set eyes on a little girl. But when we’d been here for a year, I finally saw her. I was amazed, sitting on my front porch, watching her skip through their overgrown front yard, straight to their minivan.

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