since he's a ginger his hair's red so she makes him blush

Rush

Fred Weasley x Reader

Prompt: Imagine your OTP have a morning class together and person A always walks in late and has obviously just woken up and person B thinks that the grumpy person who sits in front of him is the cutest thing ever

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Weekdays have never been your forte, mostly because waking up early wasn’t really your forte. You spent most of your nights staying up late and then waking up early for classes. It usually led to you very grumpy, very tired, and most likely, very late for morning classes.

Today, was no exception to that. None of the people in your dormitory even dared wake you up and so here you were, stumbling to pull on your robes and grab your bag before you were rushing down the stairs and out the portrait hole.

You grumbled as you slung your bag over your shoulder. Your tie was loose on your neck and your uniform was definitely not on right, you’re lucky you didn’t have Snape this morning or else you surely would have lost a lot of points for your house.

Your eyes scanned the vacant halls as your pace quickened, barging into the Tranfiguration room.

McGonagall didn’t even need to turn around from the blackboard to know who barged in after class had already started. “Ms. L/N, it’s so nice you could finally join us.” Minevra didn’t add anything to that, continuing to write on the board.

You cleared your throat, starting to walk to your seat and slumping down in your chair as you attempted to flatten down your hair, combing it with your fingers.

A voice behind you spoke up. “How do you do that?” The voice questioned with a chuckle after he finished speaking.

You turned around, quirking up an eyebrow before you met the familiar eyes of Fred Weasley. “Do what, exactly?”

“Not get any points taken away from walking in so late?!” His voice raised only slightly, not wanting to get caught talking during class.

“It’s called being a good student.” You laughed, turning back around in your seat, pulling out your quill and parchment to catch up on notes.

Fred Weasley never got the nerve to talk to you, he was far too nervous and well frankly, a bit scared. He saw how grumpy you seemed every morning, he studied you almost every day, figuring out your schedule and how you were rarely late on Fridays and always 30 minutes late on Mondays. It was a bit creepy, he thought, how much interest he took in you. But, he found you exceptionally cute and by the way people would talk about you, he guessed you were a pretty great girl.


Fred Weasley hadn’t talked to you anymore since that day, it’s been a week and he’s been thinking of something else to say, but nothing came to mind. He couldn’t lead with “Hey, I’ve been watching you come in late every day and I think you’re really cute, wanna date?” That’s far too creepy. He wasn’t sure how to approach you. Fred Weasley was rarely stumped with girls, but this one? This one, he was.

Fred Weasley barely paid attention to the board and whatever McGonagall was saying. He was staring at the empty seat in front of him. It was Friday and you still weren’t here. The first class of the day is almost over and you aren’t here. You rarely missed Fridays.

He let out a small puff of air, pouting without even realizing it and George took notice. How could his twin not? Something was obviously bothering his other half.

“What’s wrong with you?” George laughed, leaning over a bit more so he could whisper, not needing or wanting to get caught by McGonagall.

“Nothing.” Fred grumbled, crossing his arms, his leg tapping at a fast pace. George followed his brother’s eyes to the vacant seat in front of them. George laughed, finally realizing what his brother was upset at.

“Really? Y/N? That’s what’s been bothering you?” George laughed, glancing up at the front of the classroom to make sure the teacher didn’t notice them.

Fred made another noise of discontent, acting like a child.

“How many times have you even talked to the girl?” George teased his brother, nudging his side.

“Once!” George watched his brother finally break, his voice raising a bit and catching a few eyes from the people around him.

“Ask her out if you like her that much.” George laughed again. Both of the boys’ ears perked up at the sound of the bell. They both stood up, gathering all their stuff and started their path to the hall. “Why don’t you go find her?” George tried to help, glancing at his brother who still hasn’t said much.

“Yeah, I think I will. I think she has a free period.” Fred answered, glancing around at the other students in the hall.

George chuckled. “So, you have her schedule memorized?”

“I might.”


You had been sick all day, not feeling good around the first class of the day and you weren’t sure if you could make it through the day alive, so you sat in the common room, in front of the fire as you read a book you found in the library.

Your cough echoed in the empty room, but you’re sure that the first class has ended and kids with free periods will be flooding in here soon. You carefully stand up, gathering all of your belongings and are about to head up to your dorm before the portrait hole swings open, a redhead rushing through.

“Well, hello.” You laugh at his disheveled appearance, quirking an eyebrow up at him.

“I’ve been looking for you!” Fred lets out, out of breath.

“Me?” You question, looking around for someone else he could be talking to.

“Yes, you! You weren’t in class today.” The ginger was still catching his breath.

You laughed, curiosity getting the best of you. “So… You came rushing to find me, all cause I wasn’t in class today?”

“Well… Yes… Yeah…” Fred’s face started to heat up, red growing up his neck as he looked anywhere, but you. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you… Even possibly ask you out, if you’re up for it, of course.”

It was now your turn to blush, not really sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t that. “Well, I think that’d be great. I’m kind of sick, right now, but if I end up being better by the Hogsmeade trip, I’m all yours.”

Fred’s face lit up, mentally congratulating himself for finally getting the nerve to ask you out. “Well! Lovely! I’ll check up on you until then.”

You laugh again, nodding your head as you begin making your way up the stairs. “I can’t wait.”

Obsession

‘Malfoy’s up to something’

‘Ah, shit, not again’ Ron looked from his friend to his girlfriend, a desperate sigh escaping from his lips as he got up from the library table. Harry looked unfazed, his eyes still fixed on the blond who was sitting alone at a distant corner. 'We need to do something…’

'I know, I’ll just go grab my cloak…’

'No, Harry.’ Harry stopped, finally turning around to look at his friends. Hermione had a strange expression on her face, a mixture of pity and amusement. Ron, however, looked just like that time during second year when they had to face Aragog. What caught Harry’s attention, though, was the way Hermione had spoken, almost like she expected him to hex Malfoy right then and there. 'This needs to stop, really. We know it’s been hard for you…’

Harry winced, he hated when she treated him like a child. And, for fuck’s sake, he was sure Malfoy was up to something because he was sitting alone, scribbling something Harry was sure wasn’t related to the potions book he had opened in front of him. And he had that look on his face, like, like… he was up to something.

'Wait- what are you talking about?’

'Your obsession’ Ron whispered again, refusing to look Harry in the eye.

'I’m not obsessed!’ A bunch of students glowered at him and Madam Pince sent the three of them a warning look from where she stood. Harry felt his cheeks heat up immediately and he had to do his best not to turn around and see if that had caught Malfoy’s attention.

Hermione was still staring at him like he was a lost puppy.

'Why would you think he’s up to something?’ she sounded like a psychiatrist.

'Just look at him! He’s alone, for fuck’s sake, he’s never alone. And, and he’s obviously not studying. I bet he’s scheming something from the way he’s staring at that paper’ Harry turned his head slowly to catch a glimpse of Malfoy and had to turn around quickly since the blond seemed to have noticed them and decided to stare back.

Harry felt his cheeks heat up again for some reason. He saw from the corner os his eyes the Slytherin walking through the door, throwing something at the closest trash bin on his way out. That was it, that was Harry’s chance.

'Harry- wait, where’re you going?’ Hermione looked worried now, but she and Ron didn’t hesitate to follow him. Harry walked straight to the bin and grabbed the tiny ball of parchment before gesturing the other two to follow him.

They walked out of the library and turned an empty corner where Harry started to open the ball, flattening the paper as best as he could.

Wait-what… holy shit.

'What is it- Harry… Are you blushing?’

Ron snatched the paper from Harry’s hands before Harry could react. He stared down at the parchment to see a thousand different drawings moving, amazing doodles that covered the whole page. Drawings of Harry.

'Well, I knew I was right’ Hermione’s voice startled them both. The girl sighed and gave Harry a little smile before grabbing the paper from Ron’s hands to take a closer look. Harry felt his cheeks heat up even more and a sudden urge to snatch the piece back took hold of him. His hand stopped mid air when Hermione spoke. 'He’s really good, isn’t he?’ She was still smiling.

'What? This- this is Malfoy we’re talking about! And- fuck, Harry, I don’t even know what to say…’

Ron looked from the piece of parchement in Hermione’s hand to Harry’s face, which was still beet red.

'Isn’t it obvious?’ Hermione sent Ron one of those looks, the ones they were both so used to. She looked at Harry expectantly but Harry just stood there, speechless. So Malfoy was drawing him, not scheming an evil plan, nor sulking, nor writing all the names he’d put on his black list. He was doodling nice, actually beautiful, drawings. Of Harry. Which meant the boy had probably spent a hell lot of time looking at him, at his hair, his neck, his shoulders. His eyes, his smile. Because he was smiling in one of them, actually laughing.

'It means he has a crush on Harry’ Hermione rolled her eyes like she hadn’t just said the most absurd thing.

Ron coughed and burst out laughing before realising that the girl wasn’t joking. He froze in place, turned his head slowly towards her, his mouth gaping.

'Can you hear yourself?’ he was whispering again, probably without realising it. 'Malfoy is a boy. Harry’s enemy. He hates Harry’ he spoke punctuating every word, his blue eyes blown wide.

'Oh, Ronald, are you blind? Are you going to tell me Harry’s obsession is hate?’

'I don’t have an obsession!’ Harry tried to yell but his voice faltered. None of them seemed to notice.

'I- I don’t know what it is! I wouldn’t say 'hate’ but… Oh, come on, Hermione, are you saying you actually think-’

'Just think about it for a second! I’m sure if Harry knew how to draw he’d probably be doing the same thing’

'I can draw- wait… what- I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON MALFOY!  

'Holy. Shit’ Ron was staring at something above Harry’s head, his eyes blown wide like he’d just understood some complex potions theory. 'That… explains a lot’.

'NO IT DOESN’T! Harry snatched the paper from Hermione’s hand and stuffed it deeply in his pocket. That was absurd, that was… ridiculous! So maybe Malfoy wasn’t up to something, okay, he was wrong, but that- that didn’t mean…

'Harry’ Hermione sighed, pulling him into a hug. He tried to stay angry at her, thought about pushing her away but he couldn’t. He knew she wouldn’t say anything to make him feel bad, even though he still couldn’t believe both his friends would say something like that. Fuck, Malfoy? How could he have a crush on Malfoy? He hated him, the slytherin was a prick, an arrogant bastard…

He- he didn’t actually hate him. But he didn’t have a crush on him either!

Hermione pulled away. 'So you don’t have a crush on him. Okay, well, now that we know he’s not up to anything we can just drop it, right? I need to finish my transfiguration essay and you both need to finish your potions essays so we better go back in there’ She sent Ron a hard look before turning on her heels and marching to the library. Ron tried to follow her but Harry grabbed his arm, holding him in place.

'What the fuck?’ Harry whispered so Hermione wouldn’t hear him.

'What?’

'Do you actually think I have a crush on- on Malfoy?’

Ron blushed and looked away. 'Mate, let’s just leave it, okay? We better get going-’

Harry strengthened his grip, bringing back Ron’s attention.

'I don’t have a crush on him. I don’t’

Ron nodded and gave him an unconvincing smile 'Whatever you say, Harry. As long as you stop talking about him’.

Except Harry didn’t. Harry couldn’t.

The next day Ron sat across from Harry at breakfast just to find his friend constantly searching the table at the opposite wall from them. Harry wouldn’t say a thing, wouldn’t pay proper attention to their conversation. Until he found what he was looking for and Ron had to watch as Harry’s cheeks were painted in pink, darker by the second.

The next day Hermione observed as Harry did the same thing, smiling widely - even though Ron had no idea why she’d do that - when Harry asked which classes Gryffindor had with Slytherin since now they were eighth years and their schedule had changed quite a lot.

And then they had herbology on thursday morning and Ron almost punched Harry when Professor Sprout took points from them because Harry 'couldn’t keep his eyes on his own table’.

Inside their dorms Harry would always have the map open in front of him, while studying, while talking to his roomates, even while changing, for Merlin’s sake. His finger would follow that small dot Ron never had to check to know who it was.

The worst part was that Malfoy was basically doing the same bloody thing.

Instead of his typical sneer the slytherin would blush and turn his gaze away everytime he caught Harry looking at him, which had been a lot. The rare times Harry wasn’t looking, and Ron unfortunately was, Malfoy would scribble on some random piece of parchment while casting glances at Harry. Some of them he would fold and hide in the middle of his notes. The other ones he would throw away just so Harry could fish them out of the trash bin. Harry thought Ron didn’t know he was doing that and, being his loyal friend, the ginger preferred to spare the other from the humiliation so he didn’t tell him he knew.

When monday rolled around Ron snapped.

'I can’t, that’s it, that’s enough’ Ron’s grip on his feather was so strong it broke in half, startling Hermione who was focused on her own potion. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong when her eyes turned to Harry and consequently to Harry’s table where she could see small pieces of parchment with tiny doodles glued to the margins of Harry’s notes. She let out a giggle and Ron grunted, throwing his things inside his bag.

'Where are you going?’ Hermione stopped immediately when Ron pushed his chair to get up. He stopped before doing so and bent forward so he was face to face with the girl.

'Look at them, just look. They’re not even trying to hide anymore, they just keep staring at each other like- like, you know what I mean. And Harry just sighed, shit, if i see anymore of this I’m gonna puke’

Harry, apparently, wasn’t even listening, his eyes fixed on Malfoy who kept darting glances at him while scribbling fast. Harry knew he was drawing him and that alone was sending shivers down his spine. The boy decided not to think about that, not to think about anything actually because he knew that was fucked up, he should be creeped out after all. But he wasn’t, he was… happy? And maybe Malfoy would throw that one away and Harry would be able to keep it…

'He’s not even listening! Who are you and what did you do to our friend?!’ Harry turned his head away from those grey eyes to face a red face full of freckles in front of him. Ron seemed pissed, though Harry didn’t quite know why since his friend’s potion seemed to have turned out okay from what Harry could see.

'What happened?’ He looked at Hermione, who was trying really hard to hold her giggles when her face drained of color and her mouth dropped open. The next second long fingers were digging in Harry’s shoulder, turning him around forcefully. And there was Malfoy, right there staring at him with cold eyes. His mouth was a line, barely visible, until he opened it to speak and Harry saw how red his lips were contrasting with his pale skin.

‘Potter’ He yanked one of the pieces of parchment from Harry’s- shit shit shit, they were everywhere, the doodles, the ones that were supposed to be where Malfoy had put them, not on Harry’s things. Harry darted his eyes up, his mouth opening and closing while he tried desperately to think of something to use as an excuse but nothing came to his mind. ‘We need to talk. I’ll wait for you outside’. They were dismissed the next minute and neither Ron nor Hermione said a thing when Harry got up and left alone.

Fuck, fucking shit. He was an idiot, what would Malfoy think now? That he was stalking him, which he obviously wasn’t. It was just, the drawings… they were, er, nice. Right, he could say that-

‘How many?’ Harry stopped shortly where he was when he heard that voice from behind him. He turned around to meet Malfoy leaning against a wall, next to the huge hallway windows. His hair was like silk, each strand curling at the ends, completely different from the gelled neat style Harry was used to seeing. His expression was hard, almost hurt, and something weighed uncomfortably at the bottom of Harry’s stomach.

‘Five’ Harry heard his voice though it didn’t sound like his own at all. ‘I’m sorry-‘

‘I couldn’t sleep’ Harry closed his mouth, Draco turned his eyes away. ‘After the war ended, I couldn’t sleep. I would stay awake for hours just… thinking. And the faces of-‘ The boy gulped making Harry shiver. He knew, he knew exactly what Malfoy was talking about because he saw the same faces every night. All of them now populated his dreams with his parents, Sirius, Dumbledore.

Draco closed his eyes before continuing. ‘So I needed to get them out. I like drawing, you see’ He opened them and Harry felt his whole body warm with the instensity of the other’s gaze. ‘But yours- your face wouldn’t leave me alone’

‘So you started drawing me’ Harry took a step closer.

‘Yes. And it helped at first. But I came back- we came back’ He looked at the ceiling, closed his eyes again, inhaled. Harry took another step closer.

'You’re really good at it. They’re so… realistic’ Another step. If Harry reached out he could touch Malfoy’s hair.

Malfoy looked at him, grey piercing through green. 'You were everywhere’ His voice came out a whisper but his eyes were screaming. 'The papers, those pictures. You- you looked exhausted

Harry let a sad smile form on his lips. He remembered the thousands of interviews, flashes of cameras, people screaming his name. He remembered the trials and he remembered Draco Malfoy’s face. Exhausted.

Draco was a victim of the war just like him.

'I couldn’t sleep’ Harry said, taking another step towards Draco, the last one.

'I wanted to reach you, but everyone kept saying I was-’

'Obsessed’

Draco’s eyes were wide, shining. Harry let his fingers play with his, intertwine, brush against each other. 'I guess I’ve been all along’ The blond whispered, lacing his fingers with Harry’s.

As classes ended, the corridors became more crowded by the minute. Noise, whispers, gasps of shock reached Harry’s ears but all he could think about was why he’d waited so long to feel Malfoy’s lips moving against his own, how nice the Slytherin’s hands felt placed on his waist. And knowing that he didn’t care about anyone’s opinion was almost as good as knowing Draco didn’t either.

Ao3

Originally posted by olisan

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REQUEST:  do you think you can write one more where the reader and chris and flirty best friends with benefits

REQUESTED BY: anonymus

PAIRING: Christoffer Schistad x reader

WARNINGS: sex language

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– Oh my God, Christoffer Schistad!

Another day at the Nissan, another day of first year girls worshipping her best friend. It was typical, y/n was quite used to the fact that girls were practically drooling while looking at him. She laughed and shook her head looking at William, he shrugged while the two girls went toward Chris. He was well aware of the fact that they were totally mesmerized by him, so he flirted with them both and then went to her table and sit.

– Busy night about to come?

Asked Jacob while Chris was sitting next to y/n. She was always welcomed at the Penetrators’ table, being Chris and William’s best friend she was almost part of the group.

– Probably.

Chris said and the boys cheered, he smiled and started to drink his Coca-Cola.

– I like the blonde one.

Y/n said while looking at the two girls who just flirted with her best friend, he nodded.

– I think the ginger one will drive me insane.

He said and Jacob gave him five; she laughed and shook her head.

–Yeah, like no one else does!

Y/n said and opened a bottle of water; Chris looked at her and lifted the eyebrows while smirking. Just another normal day at the Nissen.

SUNDAY, 11:00 P.M.

– Y/n, It’s me!

Chris said from the other side of the door; she opened and smiled when he showed her the donuts he had brought her.

– I adore you!

She said and hugged him. She took the donuts box while he sat on the couch. Sunday was their day, they used to spend it together.

– So, how were the girls?

She asked sitting next to him and biting a donut, he shrugged.

– Nothing compared to you.

He said and she laughed. Chris and y/n were friends with benefits. No one knew but they started to fuck each other some months before. It all started during a Penetrators party at Jacob’s…

– I bet y/n is the best kisser in the whole Nissen.

Said Julian looking at her, she shrugged and opened a beer.

– You are probably right.

She said taking a shot, Chris smiled.

– Prove me.

He teased her thinking that she was not going to take him seriously. Y/n simply stood up from the couch, grabbed his face with both of her hands and crushed her lips against his. He remained so surprised that he couldn’t move for some seconds, then he pulled her closer and kissed her back. That kiss, accompanied by the screams and the whistles of the other boys, made them realize how much they craved each other. At the end of the party, he drove her home and decided to stay for the night. The rest, is history.

– Really?

She asked moving on him; he grabbed her by her hips and touched her butt while she was caressing the back of his neck.

– Absolutely.

He confirmed kissing her neck. She brushed her hair behind her ear and let him give her a love bite.

– You’re telling me that just to please me.

She teased him while removing her own shirt. Chris blew on the already red mark on y/n’s neck and gave her a kiss on the left collarbone.

– I’m telling you that because it’s true.

He said making her want more. She rubbed her body on his, already feeling his hard on pressing against her inner thighs.

– Schistad, shut up and fuck me.

She said; his eyes lighted up in lust while he took her and gently laid her down on the couch, he moved on her body and looked at her in the eyes.

– As you wish.

MONDAY, 9:00 P.M.

– Where is y/n?

Chris asked to William, he pointed at her. She was at the other side of the hallway, and she was talking to Jonas. Chris looked at her and saw her laugh while she was touching his shoulder; he knew her best friend, she was flirting and he was totally keen on her. Who wouldn’t have been? She was beautiful, smart, she was sarcastic and hot as hell.

– It looks like someone will have a busy night.

Said Theo when y/n joined them near William’s locker; she smiled and looked at him.

– Actually, he asked me on a date.

She said while blushing a little. Chris bit his lower lip and almost dropped his book.

– What? And you said yes? He is a first year!

He said, she looked at him in confusion; he was definitely overreacting.

– I find him cute.

She just said and he nodded.
Chris didn’t know what was happening, but he suddenly felt a rush of rage; he didn’t like the fact that she was going on a date with him and he didn’t know why.

THUESDAY, 2:00 P.M.

– So, how did it go?

William asked sitting next to his best friend on the couch. Y/n shrugged while zapping and looking at the tv.

– He is lovely.

She said drinking her cappuccino. Chris looked away and swallowed a curse while William was asking her about the date. Chris heard almost nothing of what his best friend was saying, he was so mad and bothered that felt the necessity to stand up and go in the kitchen. Y/n stopped talking and looked at him in confusion, she thought he was listening but, apparently, she was wrong. William’s eyes meet hers and they understood each other, as always.

– Chris, wait, I want a snack.

Said William and y/n nodded making him understand that he needed to talk with Chris and figure out what was going on.

– What’s wrong with you?

William asked looking at him, he almost jumped out of his skin.

– What do you mean?

He asked, half confused and half scared.

– You said not even a word, you looked like you weren’t even listening. She’s our best friend and she seems to like that guy, at least you could pretend you care.

William reproached his best friend and he felt like he had stabbed him I the stomach. It was true, he was not being supportive, he was being an asshole and she was not even making him feel bad for it.

– I’m sorry, you are alright.

He apologized and looked away, he couldn’t bear the disappointment in William’s eyes.

– Would you explain me why?

He asked crossing his arms, Chris bit his lower lip and desperately run a hand through his hair. William was his best friend since always, he was his brother, he could trust him and he needed to get rid of that secret.

– I think I am jealous.

He admitted and blushed. William opened his mouth and looked at him in shock.

– Shit, you like her! I knew that, God!

He said and smiled, Chris was confused.

– Was it that fucking obvious?!

He asked opening his arms, his best friend bursting out laughing.

– To me, it was! You two are always flirting, you look at each other like you could undress the other with one look. I know the both of you, I remember the way you guys kissed at Jacobs’. Please, all the references and the dirty jokes, not to mention the amount of time you two spend together alone, if you guys are not fuckfriends then I am the Queen of England.

He explained and Chris almost chocked with his own saliva: William was impossible to fool, he knew them both too damn well.

– You need to tell her, mate.

William concluded and Chris sighed. He wanted to, really, but he was scared.

– What if I screw up our friendship?

He asked to his best friend. William put a hand on his left shoulder and looked at him.

– Chris, there is this chance, I will be honest. If you tell her and she’s not into you, then you’ll lose her for a while, but she will come back, she cares about you too much to let you go. If you don’t tell her, if you don’t take the risk, you’ll have to watch y/n being with someone else and I think this would totally destroy you.

William said. Chris nodded, his best friend knew how to use the words, he was his rational part, it had always been like this.

– Guys, are you two having an affair without including me?

Y/n voice made them both jump out of their skin. She was standing on the kitchen’s door with her arms crossed and she looked amused.

– I was telling Chris that, since when he practically finished all the cookies, I’m going to buy some. Plus, we would never have an affair without involving you.

William said; Y/n laughed looking at him while he was grabbing his jacket. Chris opened his eyes looking at William and he winked to his best friend.

– Y/n, do you want something?

William asked on the door, she frowned while thinking.

– Pancakes!

She enthusiastically said while searching for money in her pockets. William stopped her and gave her a peck on her cheek, she smiled and hugged him before he left Chris’ house.

– So, you were saying about Jonas?

Chris asked sitting on the couch, she shrugged sitting next to him.

– You don’t have to pretend you care. I know you don’t like Jonas because of Eva’s situation of the first semester.

She said and Chris shook his head.

– It’s not this. I want to know if he makes you happy.

He said surprising her. Chris was not the sentimental kind of person, it was rare that he talked about feeling so openly and directly. This was not his style and, even if she knew he wanted the best for her, that was the first time he spontaneously said to her.

– Too soon to say it.

She confessed and looked at him, he nodded.

– I just want you to be happy, you know that.

He said and she smiled looking at him. He was one of the most important person of her life, there were no doubts about that.

– Jacob asked me if we had sex already!

She said and laughed. Jacob was like this and that thing was supposed to make him laugh, instead he froze. Just the thought that someone could touch her in the way he did made him cringe.

– You can’t have sex with him.

The sentence just came out and he regretted in the exact moment he said it.

– What do you mean? You can have sex with the whole school but I can’t have sex with someone who’s not you, right?

She asked. Her voice was full of rage and disappointment. Of course she was mad, she thought he was being selfish from the sexual prospective, she couldn’t imagine he was being jealous.

– That’s not what I meant..

He said but she was already grabbing her jacket. He stood up and sighed.

– You are such an asshole, Chris. I don’t know what is going on with you, but please, get over it. I can’t bear your constant depressed attitude of this last two days.

She said while putting the jacket on and going toward the door. Chris bit his lower lip and rolled his eyes, screw everything, he was not letting her go.

– Y/n!

He called her and, in the moment when she turned around, he kissed her. She froze for a second, before realizing he was kissing her and not because they were having sex. This kiss was totally different from any other happened between them. This was sweet, patient, this was delicate and Chris was caressing her face while she was closing her eyes and getting involved. There was no rush, no aggressiveness, the kiss was taking its own time because it was intense, it was real and they were just discovering something new. For the first time, she felt something more than a passion, something more than a physical desire. She was kissing Christoffer, her best friend, and she was feeling love. She opened her lips and let his tongue in while hugging him and getting closer to his body. He gave her a last quick kiss and smiled on her lips.

– I was not being an asshole, I was just jealous.

He confessed and touched her hips. She crossed her hands behind his shoulder and laughed.

– I get that, Chris.

She joked and he nodded, his checks turning red.

– So, you like me.

She said moving a lock of his hair from his eyes, he shrugged.

– It seems so.

He admitted and she smiled.

– It seems that I like you back.

She admitted and bit her lower lip. His eyes lighted up while he was looking at her. A series of emotions crossed his face: doubt, surprise and then the realization.

– Really?

He asked in surprise, she laughed and caressed his check.

– Absolutely.

She said and he kissed her again. She could sense his smile on her lips and she realized she hadn’t felt so happy in a long time.

– So, we have to tell William.

She said and Chris lifted his eyebrows.

– Uhm.. he knows.

He said and looked at his best friend. She seemed confused at first, then she connected all of the dots.

– That bastard! That’s why you guys spent a lifetime talking in the kitchen and then he left.

She said laughing and Chris joined her while caressing her back.

– What are you going to say to Jonas?

Chris asked curious and looked at her. She caressed the back of his neck and shrugged.

– That I have feelings for my fuckfriend.

Butterbeerbeard

A/N: This turned out unexpectedly long, holy moly! I am not sure if I like it, everything seemed much cooler in my head.. It’s inspired by the picture you see below. (Source)

Summary: It’s a game, a silly game that you had developed by not wiping away the foam on your lips.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 4367

Warnings: none. It’s fluff

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Opposites Attract

Originally posted by asociallyunsocialfangirl

(Fred x Ravenclaw reader)

Requested by: @my-unique-mind

Hi! Can you write a Fred Weasley x Ravenclaw!Reader imagine? The reader is a bookworm, and is often found in the library. She and Fred are almost complete opposites. Fred is intrigued by the “different” girl you can say and they start hanging out. Introducing each other to their life, with things the other would never do. Ends with a cute passionate kiss? 

A/N: this one’s a little longer than usual, but it was so fun to write and I hope you like it xx


I sat at one of the tables in the library, reading The Tales of Beedle the Bard for the hundredth time. It was a late Friday night, so there weren’t many people. I loved spending my free time at the library. It was definitely my favorite place at Hogwarts.

After a while, I felt someone eyes watching me, and I looked around to find a red-headed Gryffindor boy leaning on one of the nearby bookshelves. As soon as I looked up and caught his eye, he winked at me, then slowly turned a corner and disappeared. 

I frowned. That was strange. Was that a Weasley boy?

I was so distracted by what had just happened, that the words on the page weren’t even making full sentences anymore.

Not being able to read anymore, I picked up my book and headed out of the library towards the common room.

On Saturday morning, I made my way to library, as per usual, to study for various subjects. 

I headed towards my usual table near the center of the library, but today, it was already occupied by someone else.

He looked up as I approached the table with a stack of books in hand.

I recognized him immediately as the Gryffindor beater. Fred? I think that was him. Although, it could very well be George…

“Is it alright for me to sit here?” he asked me.

“Um, yeah, sure, no problem,” I replied, still a bit confused.

He smiled, making his brown eyes shine, which I totally got lost in for a moment.

I sat myself next to him, dropping my books onto the table.

Although I usually liked to read alone, I found that I didn’t actually mind having him sit by my side.

“I’m Fred, by the way.”

“Y/N.”

“Well, that sure is a beautiful name.”

As much as I tried to hide it, I felt my cheeks turn warm, and when he smiled, they only blushed harder.

“What are you reading?”

“Just some stuff that Professor Snape made us read for homework. We have to write an essay on non verbal spells. It wasn’t even his class and he gave us homework,” I complained lightly.

He laughed. 

“I have a better idea.”

“Pardon?”

“Come with me, Y/N. Leave your books, we can come back.”

And with that he smiled so widely that I found myself unable to do anything but take his hand and wonder about the adventures that were about to take place.

It felt strange. Walking out of the library after having entered so soon ago. Strange, but good.

“Where are we going, Fred?” I laughed as I was led down the tapestry corridor.

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anonymous asked:

Could you maybe write a Kevin accidentally meeting Joaquin's closest friends/gang members oneshot? Like would it go well/friendly teasing or more threatening? Thank youuuu

This Is Not How I Imagined It

Or, Kevin meets Joaquin’s ‘family’

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of gangs and mentions of violence

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Note: all of the gang members and Joaquin’s brother are made up by me. These are my characters. All of Joaquin’s family life here is completely headcanon.

Kevin didn’t know when he had become the kind of kid who made out in the back of bars. He used to roll his eyes at the couples that would grope each other during school dances or behind the shelves of Riverdale’s library. Yet, here he was, in the back of a Southside bar, with his tongue down his boyfriend’s throat. Speaking of, Kevin swirled his tongue around Joaquin’s, mimicking something far dirtier and prompting the serpent to moan and press their hips together. Kevin smirked, his hands running all over Joaquin’s body before finally resting on his ass and gripping it firmly. Joaquin broke apart, tossing his head back with a moan that rushed straight to Kevin’s pants. Kevin attached his lips to the shorter boy’s neck, sucking and biting.

Suddenly, Kevin felt a short vibration. He ignored it in favor of continuing down Joaquin’s neck. Still, the vibrations persisted, coming from Joaquin’s back pocket, where Kevin’s hand was resting. He still ignored it, but Joaquin broke away, swatting Kevin’s hand and reaching into his pocket. Kevin didn’t get a glimpse at the caller ID before Joaquin hurriedly untangled himself and began to walk away.

“Don’t move a muscle, I will be right back.” He called over his shoulder before answering the call, moving away for some privacy.

Kevin slumped against the wall, annoyed that some stupid phone call was keeping his boyfriend from him. His super hot serpent boyfriend, who he had been very close to taking someplace more private. Kevin sighed, growing colder without the heat of Joaquin’s body shielding him from the draft. It was Kevin’s first time being in this particular bar, but it looked very similar to the other Southside bars Joaquin and he had attended. There were two pool tables down at the end farthest from where Kevin was standing, a rickety bar with even more rickety stools, and, right by the door, a snake slithering around in a large tank. Kevin shivered a little when he looked at the snake, not completely comfortable around the creatures yet.

Kevin was getting impatient. Joaquin had been gone for far too long, and he was slightly concerned about the four young serpents who had been staring at him ever since Joaquin had left. Kevin knew that he looked out of place in his charcoal sweater and blue button up, but he normally didn’t attract much attention from the other serpents. He kept his head down. But these four were staring and whispering and not even attempting to be discrete about it. Kevin swallowed nervously, but smiled at the group anyway, trying not to get beat up. Apparently, Kevin fucked that up because the group of serpents began to walk towards him.

“Hey there, preppy.” The tallest of them started. He was taller than Kevin, something that didn’t happen often, with white-blonde hair, and a scar running from his bottom lip to the edge of his chin. He was clearly the leader of the group. Kevin was immediately wary of the nickname, it was what Joaquin called him; how did this kid know that? Could it be a coincidence? It had to be.

“Um, hello?” Kevin questioned cautiously, “do I know you?” He shuffled back a few inches before his back touched the wall. This time, a small, yet still somehow intimidating, girl with jet black hair spoke.

“Nope.” She grinned. “But, damn. We sure know a lot about you, Kevin.”

Kevin gulped. This definitely was not going to end well. “Actually, I was just leaving. I’m sorry for bothering you.” Kevin made to leave, but was blocked by a short, chubby, ginger boy. In any other setting Kevin would have smiled at a boy who looked like him, winking and hoping to make him blush. But not in this bar. Not when the boy in question looked like he could easily kill Kevin, despite the red locks and rounded cheeks.

“You aren’t going anywhere. We need to talk to you.” He glared at Kevin, the taller boy and small girl following suit. It was only now that Kevin realized that the fourth member of the group hadn’t walked over to him. Behind the three serpents in front of him, a boy, with hair that matched Joaquin’s, but who was quite a bit older, leaned against the wall, talking in the phone in hushed tones. Kevin didn’t have time to give this anymore thought because the three serpents that were paying attention to him, closed in, forming a semicircle around their prey. Kevin stood tall, however, attempting to appear confident.

“Well if you know my name, it’s only fair I know yours.” He stated, and was surprised at how convincing he actually sounded.

“A joker, huh?” The blonde chuckled, but offered an answer. “Name’s Finch. This here is Winston, and the lovely lady is-” He was cut when the shirt girl elbowed him in the gut.

“Keep your comments to yourself Finch.” She spat back. “I’m Millie. Not that it means much to you.” She glared at Kevin, clearly not as impressed by his feigned confidence as Finch had been. Winston was the next to speak.

“Look. You are not part of this world. You aren’t a serpent. You couldn’t even pretend to be one of us.” He scoffed, reaching out and teasing the sleeve of Kevin’s sweater. Kevin resisted the urge to yank his arm away.

“So just keep that in mind.” Finch continued, “We know you think that you understand Joaquin, but you don’t. We are his family.” He paused and Millie picked up where he left off.

“And we are not the kind of family that quickly forgives. Hurt him, and your fate will be worse than that blossom boy’s.” She snarled. Kevin was sure she was going to hit him, or at least shove him a little, but at that moment, the kid from the wall hung up his phone and pushed through the circle, making him eye to eye with Kevin. He brought his hands down on Kevin’s shoulders menacingly.

“Here’s the bottom line, Keller, you hurt my little brother, I hurt you.” Kevin couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped him. This was not how he wanted his first impression with Joaquin’s brother to play out. He had been expecting dinner, maybe some light hearted chatter before explaining that he really did like Joaquin and wasn’t planning on screwing that up. Instead, here he was. In the back of some seedy bar, pressed against a wall, just hoping not to get the shit beat out of him.

“Damn it! Sebastian! What did I say about accosting my boyfriend?” Kevin smiled at the familiar voice as Joaquin rounded the corner. “Is this why you called me? To keep me occupied while Finch, Will, and Millie threatened Kev?” He questioned, pushing past the other serpents and grabbing Kevin’s chin, checking his face to make sure there were no bruises. “Are you okay, Kev?”

Kevin smiled and nodded, amused by his boyfriend’s worry. “I’m fine Joaquin. Just a little surprised, that’s all.” He lowered his voice, “This wasn’t really how I imagined meeting your family.”

“Wait. What?” Wilson interrupted, reminding Kevin that the gang members were still standing there.

“Uh, this isn’t how imagined meeting Joaquin’s family would be.” Kevin repeated.

“You imagined meeting his family?” Millie questioned further.

“Well yeah. I mean he’s met my dad. I assumed I’d be meeting his brother soon enough.” Kevin was confused by their reaction. Were they not threatening him a mere minute ago?

“So you guys are like serious?” Finch asked, backing away slightly to give Kevin and Joaquin some room.

“Of course we are, dumbass.” Joaquin interjected. “What? Did you think I was dating the sheriff’s son for shits and giggles?” This prompted laughter from the group, including Sebastian.

“Kevin?” Sebastian inquired.

“Um, yeah?”

“Take good care of my little brother, okay? He deserves to be happy.” As he said this, Sebastian reached over and mused Joaquin’s hair.

“He deserves everything.” Kevin muttered, looking at Joaquin as if he’d hung the moon. Sebastian chuckled, throwing his arm around Finch and leading the group away from the two boys. “You deserve everything.” Kevin repeated, taking Joaquin’s chin in his hands.

 “I have all I could ever want.” Joaquin responded, “I’ve got you.” Joaquin pressed their lips together gently, and Kevin couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face.


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Two Sugars, Extra Cream

Hello, lovelies! 

I do not expect chapter 2 of Bid Ye Soft Farewell to be up until next week (My SO is in town and I haven’t seen him in a while). SO, I’ve created this silly little ficlet in the meantime. Kind of crazy, kind of out of character. But I had a hell of a good time writing it! Hope you enjoy!


Caramel-Nut Latte, extra hot. Okay, 2 pumps caramel, 3 pumps hazelnut. 2 shots of espresso. Steam milk for extra 20 seconds and a caramel drizzle on top…

Beautiful, Beauchamp. You’re a goddamn coffee wizard.

“Caramel-Nut Latte for Duncan!”

I had been working for Mrs. Fitz for nearly a year at this point while putting myself through school. Though I loved the work that I did at university, there was always something so comforting and homey about the café. Perhaps it was the mismatched green walls, the exposed brick. Perhaps it was the baubles thrown haphazardly on the shelves, or the odd paintings Mrs. Fitz liked to pick up at second-hand shops. (The one with the chimpanzee queen was my favorite). Perhaps it was just the constant smell of coffee that reminded me of my Uncle Lamb– God rest his soul. It was an odd little place, but it was mine. I belonged here.

As if conjured by my own thoughts, I heard the tell-tale backfire of Mrs. Fitz’s ridiculously old car.  She really needed to upgrade.

“Ooooh, Claire, lass! Come help me with the milk! I heard we were runnin’ low, so I bought three crates full!!” Mrs. Fitz was terribly excited about that milk. I, however, did not share in that joy. I knew “helping” in this case meant “carry them all in for me.”

“Aye, aye, Captain Fitz,” I saluted her before going into the trenches. Or the trunk of her car. They looked similar at any rate.

She was making herself a latte when I walked back in with the third crate of milk.

“Mrs. Fitz! I’m utterly shocked that you would waste company products for your own use!” I placed my hand over my heart dramatically.

“Ach. I bought the stuff. I’ll do wi’ it what I please.” And with that she took a sip, smiling the whole time. Should I tell her she had foam on her lip? “Help yourself? I need to speak wi’ ye for a moment.” I waved her off.

“I’m all right. What’s going on?”

“My nephew is moving back into town, and he was needin’ a job. I told him he could work here. Could ye train him a bit? Show him how everything works?”

“Mrs. Fitz…” I was feeling extra dramatic today.

“Claire, dinna…”

“I am appalled that you would use your position as owner and operator of this establishment to hire those you are close to. Where is the democracy?”

“Tis no a democracy. Tis a dictatorship.” Mrs. Fitz was the great-auntie I never knew I wanted. I couldn’t help but laugh at her wit.

“Of, course I’ll help. When is he coming?”

“This Saturday, he’ll be back.”

“I’ll be here. Oh, and Mrs. Fitz?”

“Hmm?”

“You’ve got some foam on your lip.”

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Saturday mornings were slow mornings. No one had to be at work. Well, besides me, I suppose.

I was leaning against the counter when the overhead door bell jingled. Perk up, Beauchamp. Don’t look like a slacker.

“First customer of the day! Congrats! What can I get for you?” I looked up at the man. I mean, really up. Could a man really be that tall, or were two kids pulling a Little Rascals on me? He leaned down, elbows on the counter. Now, I could really see him. Red curls. Blue eyes. Freckled nose. Was he made out of marble? I had never seen features so sharp.

“Are ye Claire?” His voice was like the honey I put in my Darjeeling.

“Yes, I am. Who wants to know?”

“I do. I’m Jamie. Mrs. Fitz is my great-auntie. She said ye’d be helping me? Learn, I mean.”

“OH! Of course! I’m sorry. Come in, come in,” I said as I lifted the flip-counter. He ducked under my arm to get through. “Sorry, that was a bit awkward. You could have lifted it yourself.”

“Aye, it’s all right. I appreciate the chivalry, madam.” He drew out the word ‘madam’ as long as he could. I bowed in return. He chuckled. We were off to a good start, here.

“So, Jamie what to you know about coffee?” His cat-eyes went totally round at the question.

“Well, ye drink it.”

“Mmhmm. And have you ever made coffee before?” I was skeptical that he had even heard the word coffee before today.

“Aye! I make it every day in my Bunn coffeemaker.”

“Bunns are for shmucks. This is the big league. Can you handle it?” He faked a look of concern before turning his attention back on me.

“Aye, I think so.” He nodded as if trying to convince himself.

“Can you take the heat?!” I was starting to sound like a coach, and he, my star player.

“AYE!”

“All right! Let’s start with espresso, shall we?”

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“So, you’ve grinded the espresso beans. Now what?”

“I put it in the machine…”

“No, no! You’re missing a step!”

“I tamp it!”

“Yes!” Jamie was a quick learner, his brain absorbing the things I said and did. Like a big ole ginger sponge. “You’re really getting the hang of it, especially for someone who didn’t even know what a tamper was when he woke up this morning.”

“It looks a bit like a weapon.” He rolled the bell shaped instrument in his hands.

“Perhaps to people with violent tendencies,” I said, giving him a pointed look. He just rolled his eyes. “How about you try to make yourself a latte or cappuccino?”

“Nay. I dinna drink lattes,” he answered distractedly, still playing with the tamper.

“Have you ever tried one?”

“No. I’m a simple man. Dark roast. Two sugars. Extra cream. These other drinks, they’re much too fancy for me.”

“Oh, Jamie,” I whined. “Be adventurous. Live a little!”

“Aye! All right! If it’ll get ye to stop squealing like a wee hog!”

“Did you just call me a hog?” I should be offended shouldn’t I?

“No, I said ye were like a hog. Big difference.” Yeah, definitely offended.

“Oh, well. Of course. Huge difference.”

“Oh, come, Sassenach. I was only teasing ye.” Oh, no, Mr. Fraser. You would not get off that easily.

“I know,” I mustered to most dejected voice. “No, big deal, right?” Could I fake cry right now? That would be the icing on this revenge cake.

“Claire, lass. Truly. I dinna mean it. Ye’re no like a hog. Ye ken that right?” God, that sincerity was killing me. I’d have to put him out of his misery…

“Oh, I know,” I perked up with a huge smile on my face. I’m pretty sure I was showing top and bottom teeth. Realization cam over his face.

“You wee-“

“Gotcha!”

“Ye’ll pay for that. Make no mistake.”

“Bring it on, Fraser,” I crooked my fingers at him, and then quickly let them fall. “Later. We have a task to accomplish.”

“Which would be…?”

“You. Drinking some frilly, fancy coffee you wouldn’t have otherwise.”

“Fine.”

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               I decided to make Jamie my favorite specialty latte. 1 pump chocolate. 2 pumps almond. 2 pumps coconut. 3 shots of espresso. Extra hot. Whipped cream and chocolate drizzle. I handed it to him hesitantly.

“What did ye put in this potion?”

“Just drink it, Ron Weasley.”

He took a small sip, smacking his lips a bit and licking cream off his mouth. That motion was a bit distracting.

“So…?” He contemplated for a second, eyes studying the ceiling.

“Weel, tis a bit sweeter than I like…”

“But…”

“But, it’s no bad. Well done, Sassenach.” I blushed prettily and batted my lashes.

“They do say I make the best coffee in town.” This wasn’t a lie. Some people did say that.

“Do they now? Well, I’m glad I was adventurous and tried one of your frilly lattes.”

“Good.” We sat in silence for a few moments, as customers milled around. He was sipping coffee. I was day dreaming about that argument I had with a customer last month… What an arse.

“Claire.” Jamie broke me from my reverie.  

“Jamie,” I answered just as formally.

“Since I’m being daring, I’d like to ask ye a question.”

“Um, sure.” Weird, but okay. He took a deep breath.

“Would ye like to go to dinner wi’ me sometime?” That was definitely not the question I was expecting. I was thinking more along the lines of ‘Not to be rude, but why does your hair look like that?’ or ‘Can you help me bury a body?’

“I’m sorry?”

“Dinner. Wi’ me. Tonight, possibly?”

“I wasn’t expecting that, but yes. Jamie, I would love to have dinner with you.” I pleasant surprise, that was.

“Aye? Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Thank God. That could have been embarrassing. Is 7 okay?”

“7 sound perfect.” Jamie Fraser, prepare to get the pants charmed off of you.

Hopefully literally.

I Trust You

Request: Request for Teenage Clark maybe? Like the reader is new and is just kinda like “he’s a loner and people think he is weird…….I'ma be his friend 😊😀” and she sticks up for Clark and stuff?? Just like complete fluff and flustered clark??Also the other Clark fic was awesome!!!! Have a nice day!!

Word count: 1746

Characters/Pairing: young!Clark Kent x Reader, Clark Kent x Reader

A/N: I’ve had this request for a while now, so I thought maybe it wasn’t too late to post it. Anyway, not my best work but I hope you all enjoy it.

This work was beta’d by the awesome @lovethosewhoarentreal and @kpkarlee

First day of school…

It’s not that bad, Y/N. Come on, you can do this, you have to do this. You’re strong enough, you will survive this day… surely no one has died for going to a new school… not in the first day at least. Oh, God no, don’t think about dying. Don’t. That’s an awful idea. You can totally survive this, you know? This isn’t the first time being in a new school… but then again, you were just 3 years old the last time you changed. No, don’t think of that. Be optimistic. This is going to end soon. Before you know it, you will be back in the safety of the car returning to the warm and comfortable bed that won’t ever judge you… maybe a bit more emotionally scarred, but such is life.

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We Intertwined: Ch. 14

An Ignis Scientia Story

Chapter 13 | AO3 | Chapter 15
Word Count: 1,534

Going back to the house felt strange. It still smelled the same—the aroma of the cookies Raine and Ignis had made the morning before still lingered in the air, the mugs from the Ebony and the tea were still left rinsed out in the sink.

Everything was just as it was. But everything was different.

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Such A Joker Part (1/?)

Jerome x reader

(y/n) POV:

I ruffle my hair once more in the mirror looking at my appearance before I turn to my father. “So whatcha think pops?” He looks up from his paper and looks over my outfit. “Change.” He says simply and returns to his paper. “What? Why? This is better then the other one!” “I wouldn’t even let Barbra wear that out!” He says strictly. As if on que Barbra walks in and looks me up and down. “Oh come on Jim. She looks hot!” “Thanks Barb.” I laugh and give her a wink while my father rolls his eyes.

“Come on dad. I don’t even have time to change. Jarred’s car is going to run out of gas before I get out there!” He sighs and stands up walking to the kitchen. “Where are you going?” I ask confused. “Giving you enough time to leave before I make you even more late by changing.” I run to the door grabbing my purse and jacket before running outside and into the waiting car full of my friends.

“Ohhh someone’s looking good. New top?” My best friend Steph asks looking at the expensive cloth on my body. “Only the finest for daddy’s little princess.” I say laughing. “Well I think you’d look much better with it off.” Noel says in my ear trailing small kisses down my neck and tugging at my shirt.

“Oh gross guys. I’d rather not ruin my car.” Jarred says in the drivers seat. “Well it technically would just be breaking it in.” Noel says humming the air. Noel and I are no where near a relationship, but way more then friends. It’s been that way since freshman year when I went to a party and well… Got very influenced by arable substances and alcoholic beverages, and woke up in the same bed with Noel. You know what they say about cops daughters. They’re the most wild ones.

Going on two strong years of fooling around with him. Sure he’s hot as hell, but I honestly want something more. Shocker right? The slut wants a real committed relationship. Huge surprise.

As Noel continues to rub my thighs and kiss my neck I get distracted by lights and a huge red and white striped tent. “Wait. Where are we exactly?” I ask pushing Noel away to get a better look at our new destination. “Welcome to Haly’s circus everyone.” Jarred says parking in the make shift parking lot.

“I hate clowns.” Noel rolls his eyes stepping out of the car. “Wow such a surprise given that you are one.” I say flicking him in the back of the head. “Now you listen here Gorden!” He says grabing my ass and biting my neck hard. “Ow! Stop Noel! Not here! There are kids around!” I exclaim pushing him away. “Well why not? Add it to the list.” He chuckles and pushes me up against the car and lightly putting his hand in between my thighs. “What the hell is wrong with you? I said no!” I hiss at him and push him away. “Are you two coming or not?” Steph yells at us.

As we come to the ticket booth I see a boy handing them out. “Hello welcome to Haly’s circus. How many?” He asks in a soft friendly voice. He looks around my age. Tall, fiery red hair, and greenish blue eyes that shine as he smiles. “Hi just 4.” Jarred says with his arm around Steph. “More like 3 and an idiot.” I mumble under my breath catching a slight smirk from the red head. He passes the tickets to us. When I reach for mine our fingertips slightly brush, and a slight shock is felt. “Enjoy your night.” He says and smiles at me warmly.

We walk into the gigantic red and white tent and take the first seats we saw that were free. As the clowns were clowning around a feel a tug on my arm. I look to my right and see Noel with longing glossy eyes. “Come with me.” “What? No I wanna see this.” I complain pulling my arm away. Not a minute later Noel pulls me up harshly and out of the tent. Seeing as most people are in the tent watching the show there aren’t many people outside.

Noel continues to pull me to the parking lot without a word. “What the hell is up with you?” I yell at him yanking my arm out of his grasp. He jingles the car keys in front of my face with a smirk. “Get in the back seat.” I look at his face closer. “Are you drunk?” “I said get in the back seat (y/n).” I scoff and cross my arms across my chest. “I’m not getting in the car Noel.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Fine. Guess I’ll just have to force you in there.”

Noel throws the door open, and grasps both of my arms. He turns us around so my body was to the open door. “Get the hell off of me Noel!” “Oh come on stop fighting it! You’ll enjoy it.” He grunts as he pushes me on the leather seat. He sticks his hand up my shirt kissing me. “Noel stop!” I yell struggling to get him off me.

“I think she told you to stop.” A voice says from behind us. Noel looks behind him to see the ticket booth guy. “Beat it ginger. This doesn’t involve you.” Noel reaches to close the door but is stopped when the red head grasps his arm and tugs him out of the car. “What the hell you doing man?” Noel yells as he pushes my savior.

One clean punch to the face and Noel was on the ground with blood pouring from his nose. “Come on.” The red head sticks his hand out for me. As he helps me out of the car Noel is still on the ground trying to process everything. The boy who’s name I still don’t know leads me away from the parking lot and to metal trailers. He walks to one and opens the door leading me in.

He sits me on the couch as me gets me a glass of water. “Thank you.” I say grabbing the glass in my hand. “I figured you were thirsty.” He says and sits next to me. “No. Thank you for saving me back there. You don’t know how grateful I am.” I say laying my hand on top of his knee. “Uh Jerome. Jerome Valeska, and you’re welcome.” He says stammering over his words and rubbing the back of his neck.

“My names (y/n). (Y/n) Gorden.” Jerome smiles at me. “That’s a beautiful name.” “You think so?” “Yes. It’s a perfect name for someone as gorgeous as you doll.” I look down and blush. “I-I’m sorry. That was inappropriate of me.” Jerome says quickly. “No, no. Jerome it’s ok. It’s actually the first real compliment I’ve gotten.” He looks at me shocked. “Now I’m sure that’s not true. I mean look at you.” “Nope I’m being serious. Besides my dad that’s the first compliment I’ve gotten that’s not been related to anything pervy.” I say making him chuckle.

“So was that guy your boyfriend or-” “Oh god no! No. Just some asshole who I will never be talking to again.” I say rolling my eyes. As things start to quite down my phone starts to buzz in my purse. I pull it out and see a text from Steph.

‘Hey Noel said you got sick so you had your dad come pick you up. Guess we’ll have to plan the sleepover another night. You totally missed the fight Noel got I after. He said the other guy can’t even walk!’

I huff and lock my phone. “Yep never talking to him again.” I stand up and blow my hair out of my face. “What just happened?” Jerome asks standing up as well. “That dick left with my ride and now I’m stranded here.” “Well you could stay here tonight. As long as my mom is ok with it, and then I could drive you home tomorrow. I would do it tonight, but I don’t have my after 9’s yet.” Jerome says shuffling his feet. “Jerome I can’t ask for that. You’ve already done enough for me tonight. I can just go ask around I’m sure someone is generous enough.” I say and grasp the door handle.

“No please. I insist I wouldn’t want you in the car with some stranger.” “But you want a stranger to spend the night with you?” I ask crossing my arms and cocking my eyebrow with a smirk. “At least you know I’m not going to kill you.” He says putting his hands us in defense. “I actually don’t. You could just be very good at acting innocent.” “What are you a cop?” Jerome asks folding his arms and leaning on the small wall. “The daughter of one actually.” I say walking closer to him. “What does your mom do?” My face drops slightly. “She passed away when she gave birth to me.” “I’m so sorry I didn’t-” “It’s okay. It was just her time I guess.” I say wiping my head clean of my mother.

“You stay here and I’ll go find my mother.” Jerome says with a smile on his face. “No promises.” I wink and plop on the couch.

Originally posted by lelibarrera

Moving Forward

In this fic, it would be 2 weeks after Omelia made up. Owen follows Amelia to LA to visit her first baby’s grave. This would feature the LA gang :)

For the sake of this fic:

a) Amelia had returned home and made up with Owen 2 weeks before this fic

b) They didn’t receive any news about Megan in this fic, and the hospital fire didn’t occur.

Again, thanks to the amazing @jia911 helping me to proofread this! <3

Owen closed his eyes and took a deep breath as the aircraft he was boarding landed. His heart was thumping fast. Although he tried not to show it, he was nervous about meeting Amelia’s LA gang. Although Amelia frequently told him about her LA friends, and he had joined in their FaceTime chats a couple of times, this was the first time he was meeting them face to face. He knew that they meant a lot to Amelia, and were her family when she was working in LA. He was glad that she had found a place where she belonged before she met him. He had heard only good things about this group and couldn’t wait to meet them. At the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder what impression would he be making on them. What if they didn’t like him? He didn’t want to let Amelia down. If Amelia’s friends liked him, she would be happy, and her being happy would make him happy too.

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The Girl Next Door

@eggsterminate10 asked: First I just want to say your work is amazing! I could totally see you as a full fledged author or something, so keep on doing what you’re doing! Second could I request a modern sort of girl next door Kylo Ren/ reader where he’s Hux’s roommate and a new girl who’s moved to the area for baking and pastry school just kind of turns him into a love struck idiot! Even if you can’t do it, like I said keep on doin what you’re doin! (ღ•͈ᴗ•͈ღ)

Author: Zoe

(A/N: This is such a cute idea! Thank you for suggesting it, it was super fun to write! :3c)

Plot Summary: Moving into a new place all on your own can be pretty damn nerve-wracking, since you were living there in order to attend the nearby culinary school. However, some stress was resolved when your new neighbor was willing to help you move in after you nearly fell over from the sheer weight of the box filled with various kitchen gadgets. Learning that his name is Kylo Ren, living with Hux, a rather strict and stoic roommate, you decide to send them a basket of cookies as a greeting, hopefully to make a good first impression. With Kylo, however, you’ve made a more than memorable impression in his mind.

Warning: Light Swearing

Originally posted by knights-of-kylo-ren

The big city.

Sure it was tough, intimidating, and downright scary coming from a small suburbia, but when you want something, you’ll do whatever it takes to get it, right?

The culinary college in the city was one of the most prestigious in the country, and there was no way in hell that you were going to pass up such a huge opportunity.

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Paid to be Popular ~ Pt. 14

Originally posted by eldvinaaa

Pairing: tell me who you’re shipping here

Other series: The Purpose of Love // Bittersweet Generation

Description: When everyone finds out that there’s a school dance coming up soon, they all freaks out. Who is Y/N going to take to the dance?

ALL PARTS HERE

“So… what made you change your mind?” Luke asked with a hesitation because he already knew that Calum going with Aleisha to the dance was the reason that you invited Luke as your date.

“Oh just… I don’t know, maybe us going out wouldn’t be the worst idea.” You answered with a shrug and a desperate glance around the school hallway. Neither Calum nor Aleisha were there which was a good thing. You had been avoiding both of them since Aleisha told you about the “great” news that she and Calum were going together.

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Not Just A Mudblood

Paring: Ron Weasley/Reader

Tags: Kissing, female reader, reader is friends with mostly everyone, cute, fluff

Summary:  Ron Weasley catches sight of you, a friendly student in his year.

Word Count: 1,103

Posting Date:  2016-05-20

Current Date: 2017-05-10


Originally posted by peter-twerk


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archiveofourown.org
That Mother-of-The-Bridezilla Fic
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Doctor Who (2005)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Lee McAvoy/Donna Noble, Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler
Characters: Donna Noble, Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Sylvia Noble
Additional Tags: Other characters mentioned - Freeform, Fluff, it’s so fluffy I’m gonna die, Crack, maybe? - Freeform, Wedding, wedding florist and photographer au, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Human, mean sylvia, rude sylvia, over-the-top sylvia, pre-romance ten x rose
Series: Part 14 of I love AUs
Summary:

Sylvia Noble: Mother-of-the-Bridezilla. But Donna, Rose, and Jonathan Smith are quite adept at standing up for themselves.

Response to this fic prompt: I’m the caterer and you’re the florist on a huge expensive wedding and we bond over what an awful person the mother of the bride is AU (with a few adjustments to the prompt).



“That dress does nothing for your figure. You look like a wedding cake topper. What do you need pockets for, anyway? Frosted coral lipstick? I don’t know why you even need a new dress. The one you wore to your first wedding was gorgeous.”

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“Purple and lavender? You know I don’t wear purple. I simply won’t. It is the colour of mourning. But then again, I am in mourning over this marriage.” (sniff sniff)

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“Cupcakes? Really Donna. I know money is tight, but that’s going too far.”

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“This reception hall is in a very rough part of town. No one is going to dare to go to the reception! Afraid their cars will get nicked. Pick someplace else.”

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“You can afford an open bar, but you are serving frozen starters from Tesco. You haven’t even hired a proper caterer.”

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“You are going to need more fairy lights to brighten up this dismal reception hall. At least you found a location in a safe part of town. But I can’t see my hand in front of my—“

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Snow Cone - Newt Scamander x Reader

A little modern high school AU with our little resident Hufflepuff magizoologist. This was inspired by my friend’s encounter with her crush that played out a little bit like this, but the end wasn’t quite the same… You’ll see ;)))) (NO SMUT I DON’T SO SMUT GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER FFS)


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I Love Your Costume!

Anon asked: I just have to say that I LOVE your AU fics! So I was wondering if you could do a modern AU where Kylo is just a Star Wars nerd and an even bigger Darth Vader fanboy. He meets reader at a con (Star Wars Celebration or something) in the dealers room or a panel. Reader is either in some Vader cosplay or wearing something Vader. Kylo compliments her on what she’s wearing and they end up talking about his Lord and Savior, reader falls hard for the dork, and more fluff ensues~

Author: Zoe

(A/N: I’m so glad you enjoy my work! Hopefully this lives up to the AU you requested, because I love this idea! I made it more ‘Ben-centric’ because I think it’ll fit more as a fanboy than our Hot Emo Overlord.)

Plot Summary: Ben Solo, or his internet alias ‘Kylo Ren’, is the self-proclaimed ‘#1 Darth Vader Fan’. You are a cosplayer, putting together an entire cosplay of Darth Vader, complete with the chest control pad blasting ‘The Imperial March’ as you walk through the convention halls. When the two of you bump into eachother at the exhibition hall in Comicon, it’s almost love at first sight. Well.. for you at least, Ben just liked the costume. When you remove the helmet, though… Ben experiences a much different feeling compared to the excitement from before.

Originally posted by kyloradartechnician

“How much is the lightsaber?” Ben asked, slightly yelling over the bustle of the exhibition hall.

“It’s $50, but it’ll cost more if you change the color of it.” The vendor answered, showing off the red lightsaber, complete with crosshairs.

“Nah, it’s fine. I like the color as it is. I’ll take it.” He handed over his money and gawked at his newfound treasure.

“Thank you!” The vendor smiled as he waved back awkwardly.

Ben smiled to himself, not regretting his purchase one bit. 


“Can I get a picture with you?” A teenage girl asked fervently as you smiled through your mask.

“Sure thing!” You walked in front of the camera, faking a ‘force-choke’ with the girl, before she left, thanking you.

You pressed a button on your chest console, as it emitted ‘The Imperial March’ through it’s speakers.

Holding your head up high with prestige, you marched down the hall, not bothering to stop as people backed out of your way, some even taking pictures and video.

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Day 7 - A New World

game: Twilight Princess.

summary: He teaches her what joy is.

“Your Majesty,” Link began.

 “Zelda,” she corrected, barely glancing up from the papers strewn across her desk.

Link rolled his eyes in a way that would get any other member of her court executed.  “Are you really telling me you’ve never had a birthday party?”

Zelda sighed, putting down her quill to look up at him.  “I spent the first eighteen years of my life preparing for my coronation—I learned everything from foreign languages to court etiquette to diplomacy to finance.  Last year my kingdom was conquered and nearly vanquished; this year I have been working day and night to restore it.  There was never time.”

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Jerome valeska imagine- Oswald’s bar

Ever since you were young your dream was to be a singer. One who men pined over and girls idolised, with posters of you pinned to their walls. However, that meant starting small. You worked your way up from school concerts, all the way to where you were now; singing nightly at Oswald’s.

The money wasn’t bad and neither was Oswald, in fact he was very appreciative of you, which is why you decided to stick around for a while. His club was far from what you’d call safe, but you knew that Butch always had your back when one of the drunkards decided to become violent towards you. This was Gotham after all, of course you were always at risk of danger, so why not be doing what you love the most at the same time?

It was whilst you were on stage when you saw him. He was dressed well, an obviously expensive black suit with an accompanying white button up shirt. His skin was pale, like snow, whilst his red hair contrasted, like fire and ice. Your eyes seemed to drift to him every few seconds as you were singing, even causing you to mess up briefly. His head was down like he was texting, but you finally caught a glimpse of the whiskey glass in his hand. He screamed danger, but with danger followed fun.

It was at the end of your current song when his head flicked up, looking directly at you. You knew who he was, god everyone did at this point. It was the recently escaped Jerome valeska, the mommy murderer.

You know you should have felt scared, but all you felt was curiosity. What was one of Gotham’s most wanted doing in in Oswald’s? Sure, it was a good bar, but there were so many other, better bars around here. You only had two more songs till you were off the clock, hopefully you’d manage to catch him for a few minuets and find out. You always were a curious one anyway.

Finally you’d finished your last song, which meant you could get out of the uncomfortably tight dress you were required to wear and change into something more comfortable. You let your hair down from all the Bobby pins and let it rest on your shoulders before walking out from the dressing room and into the main building.

He was still sitting there, though he held a hard look of concentration on his face. You contemplated on whether or not to approach the pale, ginger boy, but your feet seemed to drag you over already. You pulled out a chair opposite him and sat down, resting your head on your hands.

“What’s a man like you doing in a place like this?” You questioned, eyebrow raised. He looked up and smirked at you, causing you to break a small smile back.

“What’s it too ya kid?”

The way he spoke reminded you of the 20’s, yet so did the whole atmosphere of the club in a way.

“Who you calling kid? You’re probably the same age as me, younger even.”

He chuckled at your feistiness, intrigued by the girl sat in front of him. Of course he’d been watching her, no one could keep their eyes off of a beauty such as her. The way she sang so passionately with that fire in her eyes, the ambitious kind.

“Whatever you say, doll. So, what’s a pretty little thing like yourself working here then? You’ve got the voice of an angel and the looks to match!”

At this point he was leaned forward, looking at you intensely. You blushed at his comments, almost hiding your face in your hands. He noticed and moved your hands away, lifting your chin up slightly with his index finger. You stated deeply into his eyes and felt your face heat up even more.

“We all gotta start somewhere, don’t we Jerome?” You eyes widened as soon as you realised you let his name slip. You became too comfortable and reckless with the fiery haired and managed to slip up, big time. You could see his confidence crumble, removing his hand from your face and leaving you with a craving to feel him touch you again.

“So…you obviously know who I am. I don’t know where this leaves us, but you’re an interesting girl, (y/n). I mean, why talk to me if you knew exactly who I am?”

This took you by surprise. You thought he would threaten you for sure, but instead he was calm and observant of you. You were unsure how to reply because you honestly had no idea why you approached him. You thought it was because you wanted to talk to the hot guy, but part of you knew it wasn’t that. It was the danger of the situation, you loved it.

“Well, Mr. Valeska, I guess you could call me crazy.”

He chuckled softly.

“Okay crazy, wanna take this back to my place and get to…know each other? Promise I won’t bite, unless you want me to.”

You looked around to see that the sea of people that once stood around you had died down, telling you it was late. You lived about an hour away from Oswald’s by bus, and Jerome obviously had his own mode of transport due to not wanting to make public attention. It seemed the best option, and it gave you a chance to make a new friend, or hopefully lover.

“Biting seems a little tame for you, Jerome. How about we go back to yours and show me what you can really do?”

With that he pulled you out of the club, dragging you behind him as he took you down the alley ways to find his car. Just as you were about to climb into the passenger side of the vehicle you were pushed against the door, his body pressed against yours with his hands gripping onto your hips.

You could feel his lips on your neck, sucking at your skin gently. His mouth made his way up to your lips, kissing you deeply with force. His tongue ran across your bottom lip, to which you gave him access almost immediately. This whole situation was a hurricane that left you breathless, making out with a escapee murderer.

You two finally parted, panting at the lack of air. His head rest against yours and his hands traveled down lower, resting them on your bum. He squeezed it quickly, earning a shrill squeal from your swollen lips.

“Trust me doll, I’ll make you scream louder than that later.”

Ash's 2k Writing Challenge: Double Dare

Summary: This is a little something I wrote for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s 2k Writing Challenge. It’s a one-shot in which a boredom-induced game of Truth or Dare leads to sexy consequences for Negan and two of his wives…Namely, a smutty, dirty threesome! Enjoy!

Word count: 4,021

Warnings: Smut, Negan, Negan being Negan, Comic Negan being Comic Negan, threesome, MFF, cunnilingus, blow job, deep-throating, doggy style, and more!

Note: I hope you enjoy this little tale. It was my first time writing really explicit smut, so please let me know if you have any thoughts! It’s also worth noting that I tend to base my Negan more off of the comics, so if you feel like he’s a bit more silly / awkward and less suave than TV Negan, you are not wrong! :)

If you like this, you may also enjoy my longer, but equally silly Negan fanfic, Embracing the Apocalypse, which you can find here: https://embracetheapocalypsewithme.tumblr.com/post/154328646315/embracing-the-apocalypse-chapter-1-the-tale-of 

Double-Dare

The air of Negan’s drawing room was heavy with tense electricity as Sherry and Amber faced off across the table. An unanswered question from Sherry’s lips hung between the two lingerie-clad wives for a moment; the onlookers waited anxiously for Amber’s response.

The penthouse’s large windows displayed thick, grey storm clouds as far as the eye could see. A flash of lightning illuminated the scene, followed a short time later by a clap of thunder. It had been raining torrentially for most of the day, and the inhabitants of the Sanctuary were pent up inside the building, unable to brave the stormy conditions outside.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the silence was broken by Amber as she replied to her opponent’s question with a gleeful, “Go fish!” her eyes lit up as Sherry groaned.

“Goddamnit! I thought I had you there. Fine,” she picked up a card from the top of the pile and grumbled, “Nothin’. Your go.”

“Ugghhhh! So fucking boring!” cried a pixyish redhead who was sprawled across one of the plush velvet loveseats adjacent to the card game with her legs hanging over its back, “I can’t take it anymore! If I watch you guys play Go Fish any longer I’m going to go crazy. Negan! I’m bored!”

The tall, broad-shouldered man, who had taken each of these women as his post-apocalyptic bride, lowered the book he had been reading in his leather armchair beside the fireplace, “Hi bored, I’m Negan.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” said the redhead, Sarah, with a reproachful expression, “Did you just make a dad joke at me?”

Negan placed a bookmark between the pages of the book before setting it aside, “Maybe. What’s it to you?”

“I’m serious,” whined Sarah, “I’m going to freak out. Isn’t there anything to do around here? It’s so boring.”

“You know, she’s not wrong, ladies,” he said, turning now to Amber and Sherry, “You could make this a more interesting game. Maybe play a round of Strip Go Fish?”

Sherry’s face wrinkled with disgust, “Not happening. How would that even-“ she thought better of her question and stopped herself, “You know what? I don’t even want to know.”

“How about Spin the Bottle? That’s something everyone can enjoy,” he wiggled his eyebrows at the group suggestively. This was met with groans and a few boo’s from the assembly of wives, “Ok, fine. Fucking Truth of Dare then!”

Sarah pulled herself into a sitting position, “Oh yeah! I love that game!” she cried with excitement.

As Negan’s newest and youngest wife, Sarah was still learning how to cope with life inside the Penthouse, not to mention with all of the other wives’ various personalities and quirks. She hadn’t yet gotten to know the other women very well in the short time she had been living there, and hoped that a friendly game of Truth or Dare might be the thing to bring them together.

Sherry snorted, “Of course, you would love that game, Sarah. It’s a kid’s game for slumber parties.”

“Ok, girls. Let’s put the cards away and get into a circle!” cried their fearless leader and husband, ignoring Sherry’s negative comment. The women groaned as they abandoned their various activities, but complied with his orders.

“So, who’s starting?” asked Amber.

“Well, since she was so fucking pumped for this, I think our resident ginger should start,” Negan replied, turning to Sarah, 

“Oh,” Sarah said as she scanned the room, “Ok, sure. Um. Negan, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he replied almost immediately.

“Shit! I can’t think of a truth…” she paused in thought, her eyebrows furrowing for a moment, “Uhh. What…colour underwear are you wearing?”

“Seriously? That’s it?” he asked standing up and unbuckling his belt, “Well, that’s easy, ladies…” he undid the top button on his pants before unzipping them and yanking them down to show the room that he was, in fact, going commando today. “Nothing at all!”

Several of the women burst into cries of “Oh my god!” and “Gross! Put it away, you perv!” as Negan laughed loudly and re-did his belt. Sarah’s face had turned nearly as red as her hair, much to Negan’s delight.

“Th-thanks for that,” she stammered her eyes focused on the floor, “Your turn.”

“Ooh. This is gonna be fun!” he said, leaning forward in his chair, “Sherry! Truth or dare.”

Sherry sighed deeply, “I’m not getting off this couch to do anything, so it’s gonna be truth.”

“Fine. What is the greatest number orgasms you’ve had in one day?”

Sherry’s expression had gone from one of boredom to annoyance, “Five,” she answered and crossed her arms across her chest.

Negan seemed pleased with this answer. “And who was that with?” he asked innocently.

Sherry looked even more annoyed at this question, “I’m not answering that. You only get to ask one question per turn.”

“Those are the rules,” Amber chimed in.

“My Sanctuary, my rules. Answer the question,” Negan said firmly, but his expression was still one of amusement.

“You,” Sherry said under her breath.

“Come again?” Negan asked, cupping a hand to his ear before addressing the others in the room: “Pun totally fucking intended, by the way.”

Sherry made an annoyed growl in her throat and glared at Negan, “You!” she said flatly. She turned rapidly to Amber and practically yelled, “Truth or dare!”

“Jesus. Calm down! Dare,” said Amber.

“Finally!” Sarah cried. She had been waiting for someone to do something entertaining, and was getting bored with the streak of Truths.

Sherry thought for a moment before saying, “I’ll go easy on you since you were brave enough to choose Dare: I dare you to give Sarah a lap dance.”

Amber threw her head back in laughter, “You think that’s easy?”

“Oh, it’s not so bad,” Sherry replied, “Get to it, bitch!”

Amber rose slowly from her place on the couch and made her way over to where Sarah was seated without breaking eye contact with the younger woman. Once in front of her target, Amber put an arm on either side of Sarah’s head and began to sway her hips to an unheard beat.

“This is a lot harder without any music, you know,” she complained while continuing the gyrate her hips.

“Who cares?! This is hot!” Negan practically moaned.

Amber slowly turned so that her semi-covered ass was inches from Sarah’s face. The redhead’s gaze had drifted to the room’s ceiling in an attempt to not stare at Amber’s backside. Amber’s hips dipped down incrementally until she was sitting on Sarah’s lap. Hooking an arm around Sarah’s shoulders, she leaned back and stuck her chest out before grabbing the other woman’s hands and placing them on her breasts, allowing them to run down her body until they rested on her thighs.

Both girls broke out into gales of laughter and the dance ended abruptly. “Holy shit! That was hot!” cried Sherry, clapping, “Bravo, lady!”

Amber stood up and bowed dramatically, “Thank you! Thank you! I couldn’t have done it without my lovely assistant, Sarah,” she lightly petted the other woman’s head, “Now, Sarah, truth or dare!”

Sarah considered the question for a moment and then replied, “Truth!”

“Did that dance turn you on?” asked Amber with a grin.

“I- um. Well…” Sarah blushed once again, “Yes. A bit.”

Amber laughed loudly again, “Nice! Still got it!”

Sarah’s eyes flashed with a devious look, “Amber! Truth or dare!”

Amber looked at the other girl quizzically before answering, “Truth.”

“Did it turn you on to give me a lap dance?”

“Yep!” Amber’s expression was one of pride, “I’m actually into redheads, you know,” and then she enthusiastically asked: “Sarah! Truth or dare?”

“Hey, ladies, break it up and give someone else a chance!” Sherry said, clearly annoyed.

“Shut up, Sherry!” Negan hissed, totally engrossed by the scene that was unfolding before him, “I wanna see where this is going.”

Amber and Sarah had moved closer to one another on their respective couches, which were placed with the arms meeting at a right angle. The two women were now so close that their bare legs touched and the only thing in between them were the arms of the couches.

“Truth,” Sarah said quietly, leaning toward Amber ever so slightly.

“Are you into girls?” asked Amber.

Without hesitation Sarah answered, “I am.”

Amber had leaned forward in her seat, and now the two women’s faces were only about an inch apart, “Follow up question: Are you into me?”

Without answering the question Sarah leaned forward and planted her lips on Amber’s. Both women closed their eyes as their kiss deepened for a moment before they pulled apart abruptly, interrupted by Negan yelling: “Holy shit! This is the best day ever! My turn!”

Sherry sighed again in annoyance, “It is not! Technically it’s Sarah’s turn.”

“Nah. She’s had too many turns. Amber! Truth or dare!” he cried excitedly. Negan’s eyes locked with the blond woman’s and they shared a knowing glance.

“Dare,” Amber returned with a seductive smirk.

Negan’s body vibrated in his seat, “Wait! I have a better idea: Double dare!”

“Ok, sure,” Amber laughed.

“I double dare you to fuck the holy fucking hell out of Sarah!” he said bounding up from his seat, and then added: “That means I get to do it too!”

Sarah’s eyes widened for a moment before an enormous smile broke out on her face, “Like, a threesome?” she asked looking from Negan to Amber and back again.

“Exactly like a threesome,” answered Negan. His eyes had darkened, but his grin remained.

“Ok!” said Amber without a second thought.

Sarah hesitated for a moment before throwing her hands in the air, “Ok, sounds fun!” she said, rising from her seat.

“To the fuck cave!” cried Negan, hooking an arm around each woman’s shoulders and leading them toward the bedroom, “You other ladies amuse yourselves for now. Bye!”


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