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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-Strange Girl- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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Request: can you do one where draco realizes he likes the reader and wants to kiss her but he is scared so once she is by herself one day he goes up to her and kisses her and he is embarrassed but she kisses him again 🥺🥺 and she’s a hufflepuff

Kody: This is gonna be a short one, but sweet nonetheless.

Year: 7th

House: Hufflepuff

Possible Triggers/Warnings: fluff overload, Draco being a nervous wreck because i like torturing him.

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herbology was your favorite class at Hogwarts. Plants and learning about their magical properties were just something you found extremely interesting. It was also where you met your soon to be favorite person. Draco Malfoy had been chatting it up with his friends and go himself a detention after lunch.

being you, you spent most of your time in the herbology classroom. So after lunch when Draco Malfoy went to serve said detention you were there, but no professor? How strange. He had thought he walked into the wrong classroom for a moment.

Roll Flashback

“Professor Sprout?” a males voice called out. Startled, you quickly go to stand up, but hit your head on the table you were under instead causing a loud thud and slight pain. “Ouch!” you squeaked, reaching up to rub the top of your head with the pal of your head to sooth the pain.

“Who the bloody hell are you?” turning your head, your met with cold grey eyes that bore deep within your soul. Draco. Malfoy. Damnit. “Um Y/n L/n, Hufflepuff, 7th year- uh sorry!” you sputter, being intimidated by this tall platinum blond Slytherin.

he raises a brow and looks around “Where the Professor?” he asked, referring to the first statement he had said. “She usually just asks me to watch the ‘troubled kids’ as she calls it, but they just end up leaving because i’m not threatening in the slightest. She gave you a list of stuff to do i presume?”

you lean down and pick up the empty pots from the ground you had dropped before you got there, keeping your hand up so he could hand you the paper. Draco looked at you weirdly. You were fully aware of the fact people chose to walk all over you? ‘What a strange girl’ he thought.

he nonetheless reaches into his robe pocket to hand you the sheet of folded up parchment. His fingers grazed your hand as he slipped it in your palm. You felt your face flush slightly, but grab it anyway. You lean back up, placing the pots on the table and use one hand to unfold the paper, quite skillfully.

you eyes scanned the few items on the list and you smiled gleefully ‘How fun’ you thought. You turn your attention to the Slytherin and nod once “Thank you. Now just avoid Sprout for like an hour and you should be okay. I suggest just hanging out in your common room for now”

Draco’s blinks mindlessly for a second or two. “How- How come your just letting me leave? You seem like a goody two shoes. Why not just rat me out?” a amused smirk played on his lips as he spoke. You reach under the cupboard and grab the bag of soil that was under, placing it down.

you look up at the ceiling, indicating you were thinking “Um- well, i believe that we shouldn’t have to ‘do extra’ for a class we aren’t really interested in. I, on the other hand love herbology, so i don’t mind the extra work. You rather do something in Alchemy right?”

your words seem to catch him off guard How did you know that? He crosses his arms with a distasteful look “Oh so your some bloody stalker aren’t you?” he hisses, which makes you twinge a bit, but you stand your ground “We have been in the same potions class since first year. You speak quite loudly”

you let out a small laugh, but Draco just huffs and makes a dramatic exit ‘Strange bloody girl’ he thought while storming off

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after that, Draco began to take notice to you in potions class. For someone who liked herbology a whole lot, you exceeded in in potions almost as well as he did. How in his right mind had he not seen you before? Maybe it was because if a person didn’t wear a green lined robe, he tuned them out.

a month or so would pass and we would continue getting detentions in herbology, but would actually aid you in his own punishment chores this time. You both made small talk and Draco grew to like your company. You didn’t seem to be afraid of him, well not to much.

you also found yourself growing closer to the Slytherin, but in a romantic way. You just couldn’t shake the feeling no matter how hard you tried. What really got you was when he took off his robe and vest and rolled up the sleeves of the white collared shirt. It. Was. Hot

but out of the herbology classroom, you were nothing more then the strangers you were a month ago. Your friends had convinced you to try and get over him because it wouldn’t result in anything other then avoidable heartbreak. Draco on the other hand was a oblivious idiot.

“So let me guess, when you talk to Y/n you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, your palms get sweaty, your heart rate starts to pick up, and you kind of want to kiss her?” Blaise explained, brow raised in a amused manner. Draco’s jaw dropped, dropping his book “How do you know that!”

the tall Slytherin boy chuckled “because you won’t stop talking about her. Its driving me, Theo, and Pans up the wall. Just ask her out” he shakes his head. Theo and Pansy nod from there side of the sofa in agreement “Please, we beg you. It’s so obvious you like her. Its painful” Pansy groans.

Draco’s pale face turned a light shade of pink as he clicked his tongue “I do not like Y/n. That’s absurd! She’s a Hufflepuff anyway, what would my father think?” he crossed his arms. “In case you haven’t noticed mate all three of us are still alive and well”

“What does that mean?” Draco asked, a confused expression on his face. Blaise sighs deeply and lifts his hand that is interlocked with Theos “All three of us? Gay. Pansy? She’s dating Ginny Weasley. A Gryffindor girl. We are living proof that your father will be pissed, but won’t shit” Blaise xplained.

Draco seemed to have an epiphany and pushed up and off from the black loveseat. Tripping over his feet, he zoomed out of the Slytherin common room leaving his friends slightly stunned “What do you think he’s going to do?” Theo asked with an excited smile.

“Trip over some stairs and die at this rate” Pansy let out a snort. Blaise shook his head and stood up from the sofa with Theo “Will be in my dorm room, alone. Bye Pansy” Blaise spoke quickly as he began to drag Theo into the halls. The brown haired Slytherin boy smiled and waved “Bye Pans!”

seconds later Pansy grumbled “I hate being single- oh wait. Ginny!” she yelled as she followed Draco out of the common room to find her girlfriend.

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running down the halls of Hogwarts, he made a sharp turn to the exit. He pushed open the doors, the cold air hitting his exposed skin. He should not have ran out of the common room only wearing a black t-shirt with dark grey sweats. He even forgot shoes and was only wearing socks. What a lovesick boy he was.

he made his way behind the school to the greenhouse where he had met you all those weeks ago. Hoping to find you there. As the pale boy pushed the door open, there was no one to be seen. “Y/n!?” he shouted, but nobody came.(Someone has to get that reference please)

a confused look played on his features. Your always here and now your not? He had no time to mull over that fact and left the greenhouse. Searching the school felt like hours, when in reality was only about ten minutes. He had even waited outside the Hufflepuff common room for awhile.

waiting had only made his heart race more in anticipation. He wanted to see you. He needed to see you. He soon found himself walking back to the greenhouse. “Draco?” his head snaps up like an owl. There you were with a confused expression, E/c eyes looking up and down his body.

why wasn’t he wearing shoes? It was also dreadfully cold out and he didn’t have any jumper of sorts, while you looked as warm as a marshmello. “Why don’t you have shoes. Are you alright?” you asked, worry clear in your tone. Draco didn’t answer, just walked towards you.

you raise a brow, placing the bag of soil on the ground. As soon as you lean back up a pair of lips clash with yours. His lips move against yours in a feverish way, almost hungry. Draco pulls away and looks down at your shocked face. Oh shit.

“Oh- no. I apologize for that. I- I didn’t- well i did mean to, but i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’m going to kill Blaise-” he was forcing words out which seemed to bring you back to reality so you could grab a fistful of his t-shirt and bring his head down to your height.

now it was your turn to kiss the shocked boy. It didn’t take him long to react because his hands found your hips rather quickly. he stepped closer, pushing his chest against yours. Kisses eventually got more sloppy before he pulled away for air “I- uh- wow?” he said, unsure of what to say. You chuckle softly.

“Yeah, wow. Now let’s get you inside. Your so cold” You say, grabbing his chilled hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. He nodded slowly “Please” he said, a small smile forming. You both made your way back inside the school, holding hands and smiling.

“What in the bloody hell just happened?” Cedric asked, looking towards the Gryffindor boy who had watched the whole scene with him.

Harry seemed to sputter a bit before answering “i- i have no clue. We should do that though”

“What?”

“Nothing!”

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Kody: short, sweet, kill me im so tired. Anyways peace. I also ordered a Draco Malfoy love letter on etsy, so when that comes in February, expect a post about it lmao.

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atlafan · 4 years

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Take it Slow - Part Seventy-Seven

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and smut.

a/n: shorter part tonight since last night was so long.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

“Babe? Gotta package.” Harry says as he comes in from work.

“Oh I wonder if it’s my shirt for the concert!” You rush over to him and snatch it. “I got a shirt from Etsy cause I don’t really like the merch.”

Harry smiles as you open the package and you gasp with delight. You got a black short sleeve crop top that said “Blinding Lights” on it it glittery writing.

“It’s perfect! Do you like it?”

“Yeah, looks nice.” He kisses your cheek and goes to sit on the sofa with Buster.

“I’m so excited, Harry. I still can’t believe you got fifth row seats!” You plop down next to him.

“Was thinkin’ we could go in and eat at Beer Works beforehand, would you like that?”

“Yeah! Love it there. Only a couple more days!” You squeal. “Do you feel like you know enough of the lyrics?”

“Yeah, babe. Think I got it.” He smiles.

“I wonder what songs he’ll do from his older albums. I hope he does Party After the After Party, that’s one of my absolute favorites.”

“I know, that’s your go to when we’re fuckin’.”

“Shut up.” You swat at him and giggle. “I like Aquainted too, and I Feel It Coming. Honestly, every song by him is a good song.”

“And you’ve really never seen him live before?”

“Never! This is the best early birthday present ever.”

“Does your family have anythin’ planned for you. I know we’re gonna be gone for a long weekend during your actual birthday…”

“No, I think our plan is to do a conjoined thing. Michael’s birthday is the weekend after mine, and my dad’s is the weekend after that. Michael’s gonna be one I can’t believe it. So we’ll just go to his birthday party. My family will call me on my birthday.”

“That’s right, I forgot about Michael’s party. Damn, this summer is just flyin’ by.”

“I know! We leave for London soon too, it’s crazy.”

“Are you sure your mum is cool with having Buster for an entire week?”

“Yeah, she loves watching him. I’m gonna miss him so much.” You pout.

“I know, he’s just too big to bring on a plane, unfortunately.”

You grab the remote and turn the TV on.

“Do you mind if I watch Glee? I feel like once I start I can’t stop.”

“Yeah, I don’t care.”

“You like it a little, don’t you?” You look at him grinning.

“It has some funny moments. Jane Lynch’s character is hilarious. It’s a little cringey though.”

“That’s Ryan Murphy for you.” You shrug.

“Plus…I’m fully invested in this will they won’t they with Rachel and Finn. I’m hooked on it.”

“God, I don’t think you’ve ever said anything sexier to me.” You kiss him and get snuggled up.

The night of the concert you make sure your hair looks perfect. You had really grown it out, and your waves looked great. You put your new crop top on and get to work on your makeup. Tonight was a false lash kind of night. You grab a high waisted pair of black jeans with some rips in them and put them on. You could just see the top of your naval piercing. You cuff the bottoms of your jeans and you’re very happy with how you look.

Harry had a pair of salmon pink shorts on and a black silk shirt with the first few buttons undone tucked into them. You liked that you and Harry had different fashion senses. You also loved when he wore anything to show off his tattoos a bit.

“You look so good, Harry.” You wrap your arms around him.

“So do you.” He kisses the top of your head. “Niall will be here soon to watch Buster, he just texted.”

Niall comes up with Sarah.

“Damn! Okay, out on the balcony, gotta take some cute pics before you get all sweaty at the concert.” Sarah says and you giggle.

She takes some pictures of the two of you outside. You take some nice ones and some silly ones. You kiss him on the cheek in one.

“Kiss each other, go on.”

Harry chuckles and turns to you. He tilts your chin up and kisses you.

“So cute.”

“Thanks, Sarah.” You take your phone from her.

“I’m so glad you finally got a new phone, the camera is so much better.”

“I know! I was just waiting for a good deal to upgrade.”

“You two kids have fun.” Niall smiles. “Do you want us here? I don’t mind bringin’ him across the street.”

“It’s up to you.” Harry says. “You guys can stay here if yeh want, doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah, make yourselves at home.” You smile and give Buster a hug. “Thanks again for watching him.”

You and Harry head out. You decide to take the green line over towards the Garden. You walk over to Beer Works which isn’t too far away, and sit at the bar. You each do a tequila shooter and order some apps. Harry sticks with beer, and you get a hard cider.

You walk hand in hand, slightly buzzed, into the Garden. Your tickets get scanned in and you make your way to your seats.

“Harry…holy shit, look at how close we are.”

“Want me to take your picture in front of the stage?”

“Please!”

You beam at him and hand him your phone. Someone offers to take a picture of the two of you in front of the stage as well.

“We’re really going to be able to see him, oh my god.” You hug him and he chuckles.

“Want me to grab us some drinks?”

“Yeah, that would be great actually. Do you want some money, I brought-“ He looks at you.

“I’ll be back with some beers.”

You watch Harry walk away, and look back to the stage. You can’t help but squeal with excitement. Harry comes back about ten minutes later with two large beers.

“Line was already crazy.” He hands you yours.

“Thanks, babe.” You sip on it and he sits down next to you.

You both were taking advantage of the little time left you wouldn’t be on your feet. You were happy you both were smart enough to at least wear sneakers.

You and Harry go for bathroom and beer runs during the two opening acts, not really interested in their music as much. You get back in your seats just when the second opener is done. The Garden goes dark and you squeal. You both stand up and you scream along with the crowd when he comes out.

He starts off with Alone Again, and works his way through most of the After Hours album. The crowd goes nuts when he goes into Starboy. You were having a great time. You ended up standing in front of Harry so you could rock against him. You would occasionally here him sing along and it sent a shiver up your spine. You got some great pictures and videos of The Weeknd, you swore he looked right at you. He sings I Feel It Coming, and Harry wraps his arms around you tighter. Another song you two had on in the background many times. Next he goes into Earned It, Often, and Acquainted. You were losing your fucking mind. He sounded so good loud, and you were having the best time just jamming out.

“So I thought I’d talk to the crowd for a minute, we’re at that point in the show.”

The crowd roars as he addresses certain people. He calls different people out, it’s a lot of fun. He has thre lights up in the balcony so he can thank the people from farther away. He walks along the stage, calling out people closer to him. Then his eyes fall to you.

“This girl, who’s been dancing on her man all night, where’d you get that shirt?” You freeze and point to yourself. “Yes, you. That’s not official merch.” He scolds you and you laugh.

“It’s from Etsy! Get better merch!”

“Get better merch, huh?” The crowd laughs. “Well, I’m glad someone made some money, guess that’s all that matters. You having a good time?” You smile and nod your head yes. “I know you are, you’ve been grooving the whole night, we love to see it.”

He moves on to someone else and you turn to look at at Harry, your mouth agape.

“I filmed that whole thing! Look!” Harry shows you his phone.

“That was the coolest fucking thing ever!”

He does his Dirty Diana cover, and then goes into Party After the After Party. You turn around to Harry and squeal, then you turn around to watch the stage again. Harry couldn’t help but laugh at your excitement. You had been a ball of energy all night. The show ends, and he comes back out to sing The Hills.

You and Harry wait a minute or two to head out, letting the crowd disperse before fighting your way through it. You walk through the Garden, keeping your hand on the back of Harry’s shorts while he leads you through the people. You get down to the green line, and only find one seat available. He sits down and pulls you into his lap. You turn to look at him and smile.

“This was one of the greatest nights of my life. Thank you so much.”

“I’m so glad you had fun. That was one of the best concerts I’ve been to in a long time.”

“I can’t believe he actually spoke to me! That was so cool.”

Harry moves to whisper in your ear.

“I can’t wait to get you home. You were grinding your ass on me all night, it was torture.” He kisses your cheek and holds you a little tighter. You smile at him and kiss him quick.

Sarah was passed out, leaning on Niall’s shoulder. The two thought Buster would be more comfortable in his own home. They were watching TV when she fell asleep. Niall was half asleep when he heard the shuffle of feet and giggling from the front hall.

“Babe, I think they’re back.” He lightly nudges her.

“Hm? Okay.” She yawns.

Harry gets you through the door, and lifts you up so you can wrap your legs around him. He pushes you up against the wall and kisses on your neck. You start giggling. Your hands move to unbutton Harry’s shirt. You push it off his shoulders and he lets it fall to the floor. He takes your crop top off and kisses on your chest. You had a simple black bra on.

“Bedroom.” You groan into his ear.

He gets a better grip on you and starts walking into the rest of the apartment.

“Oh my god!” Sarah says.

Harry sets you down and hugs you to his chest. You hide your face in him. He needed you to stay close to hide his raging boner.

“You two are still here?” He says embarrassed.

“Yeah, we were gonna stay until you got home! Are you both drunk?!” You turn your head slightly to look at them and nod.

“Jesus.” Niall laughs. “Glad yeh didn’t get full naked out there.”

“Okay, well, thank you both so much for watchin’ Buster, goodnight.”

“Wait, how was the concert?”

“It was good Sarah, goodnight!” You say to her.

“Alright, alright, we’re leaving.”

Niall gives harry a thumbs up before they leave.

“They act like they never get a chance to do it.” Sarah laughs and looks at Niall. “How come we never do that?”

“Do what?”

“You never feel the need to get my clothes off the second we walk in the door.”

“Oh, you mean like this?”

Niall lifts Sarah up over his shoulder the second they get into his apartment and she squeals.

“I completely forgot they’d be here.” Harry says laughing.

“Me too!” You look at each other for a second. “Are gonna stand here or?”

“Oh right.”

He lifts you back up and carries you to the bedroom. Buster stays asleep in his dog bed. Harry undoes your jeans and yanks them down your legs. You do the same with his shorts. His lips connect with yours and you moan against him as he pushes his hips to yours. He really was hard.

You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and he groans. His hands dip into your panties and he drags them down your legs. He stays kneeling before you and grabs you by your ass, pulling you closer. He tugs one of your legs over one of his shoulders and he lips connect to your clit. You gasp when you feel his tongue lick up and down your folds. You tugs at his hair and he moans against you. He sucks and slurps on you and you feel like you’re going to lose your balance, but he steadies you. Just like when you feel you’re gonna come he stands up.

“Sorry.” He smirks. “My knees just hurt.”

“Thought you were trying to tease me.” You pout.

“Not tonight, angel.”

His hands move around you to unclasp your bra and it falls to the floor. He moves you over to the bed and he hovers over you. He kisses down your neck and chest, and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. You reach for him and pump him slowly. He twists your piercing between his teeth while he kneads your other breast.

“Harry.” You groan. “Want you inside me, please.”

“Want you on top.”

He kisses you and sits up against the headboard. You swing a leg over him and line yourself up to sink down on him.

“Fuck.” You breathe out.

You swivel your hips and grind against him. Harry wraps his arms around you and thrusts up. You move in a rhythm together and it feels amazing. You tug at his hair and kiss him, tongues gliding along each other. Your head rolls back when he starts to rub your clit. His other hand slides up to your throat. You make eye-contact with him.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, go for it.” You smile, and he tightens his grip around you.

He moves his other hand faster on you as both continue in sync. You start panting, and love the way Harry’s large hand grips your throat. Harry looks at you, loving the way you’re just losing yourself.

“Shit, I’m not gonna last much longer.” He grunts.

You feel your stomach tighten and you clench around him.

“Fuck!” He moans as you both release at the same time. He thrusts up hard one more time as you gasp.

He loosens his grip on you, and you rest your head against his chest.

“You forgot to take your rings off.” You say, looking up at him.

“Oh, baby.” He smirks and moves some hair out of your face. “I didn’t forget.” He lightly grazes his fingers over the forming bruises on your neck. “I like the way you can kind make out my initials on you.” You involuntarily tighten around him. “And I see you don’t really mind it either.”

“I feel like I should…but I’ve always liked when you leave marks on me.” You smile. “It’ll fade, it’s fine.”

He kisses you, and you both sit there making out while he’s still inside you. You roll down on him and his cock twitches. His hands move to your hips and he rocks you back and forth on him.

“Harry, will you fuck me from behind?” You say against his lips.

“Always.” He smiles.

You giggle and get off of him to lay on your stomach. He grabs ahold of you to slide in, he gets fully on top of you how you like so his chest is flush with your back. You moan as he rocks in and out of you.

“God, you’re like balls deep, it feel so good.” You grab at the pillow under you.

Harry hooks an arm under you to grab one of your breasts, his other hand pressing into your hip. You press your ass against him as he moves around in a circle.

“Fuck, Harry.”

“Yeh like when we fuck like this?” He says into your ear.

“Yes.”

“M’not crushin’ yeh?”

“Not at all.” You moan again when he thrusts deep into you. “Fuck, I’m gonna come again, oh god, right there, keep doing that.”

Harry keeps thrusting in and hitting your g-spot. You scream into your pillow and back your ass up right into him. His release comes shortly after. He lays on top of you for a few minutes before getting up. You get up to use the bathroom after he does.

You face each other as you lay in bed. Harry rubs your back and smiles at you.

“This was the perfect night, Harry.”

“Even when we almost got naked in front of our friends?”

“Especially when that happened.” You giggle. “No, but seriously. I love making these memories with you. I’ll never forget this.”

He pulls you in closer to him and rests his chin on the top of your head. You end up falling asleep like this. Ten months ago you never thought you’d be where you are right now. Being held by the person you loved most in the world, and him loving you right back.

#take it slow #harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles y/n #harry styles x y/n #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles fic #harry styles fluff fic #harry styles smut fic #yeah its a shorter part #but at least we got to the concert!

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lovelylogans · 4 years

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syzygy

warnings: miscommunication, bed sharing, joking about having anxiety, kissing/romantic content, let me know if i’ve missed anything!

pairings: logan/virgil/patton, analogicality

words: 4838

notes: we’re now allowed to reveal: this is for the secret santa’s over at @sanderssantas! this fic is for @mydarkstrangeson, who requested any combination of patton, logan, and virgil, and childhood sweethearts, college au, and friends to lovers! i have decided to tackle all of them! this was probably overambitious of me, but i loved, loved, LOVED writing this for you, so! happy holidays!

If he were at all inclined toward analogy (he is not) he would compare his relationship with Patton and Virgil to a syzygy.

It’s an astronomical term. From the ancient Greek, suzugos, yoked together. Three or more celestial bodies in a gravitational system. Usually in reference to the sun, earth, and moon, with the latter in conjunction or opposition.

More often than not, they are in conjunction—the same right ascension, the same ecliptic longitude. There is an implication of apparent close approach—their appulse is at its very minimum.

Of course, it is an illusion. They are not actually close to one another, in space. Almost nothing is close to each other, in space. The vastness of space has been confounding humankind for millennia. It will continue to confound.

That is where the analogy falls apart. He’s sure that Patton or Virgil could come up with better ones. But then, he is not inclined toward analogy. It’s simply a thought exercise. Nothing more.

(If he has, perhaps, spent a few moments thinking of Virgil, dark hair glinting silver in the moonlight, and Patton, freckles grown more intense by the sunlight, turning his curls golden, well. That’s simply a thought exercise too. He supposes that would make him the earth—steady, consistent, predictable. Perhaps a bit dull in comparison. Fitting enough.)

There is also the concept that, in the literal sense, they are often close together. They cycle throughout their rooms—usually, they split the time evenly between Patton’s room, as it is cozy and well-decorated and has plenty of alternatives for sitting that aren’t just the ground, and Logan’s room now that it’s winter, as his room is warmest, but less time now in Virgil’s room, as it’s coldest—and, well. They have been friends for as long as Logan can remember.

They’re close together now—Patton’s room, currently, as he has the most alternatives to seating and by far the most traditionally “cozy” environment—Logan’s at the desk, and he hears the clack-clack-clack of Patton’s knitting needles and the occasional huffing exhale that means Virgil’s reading something funny online.

“Logan, the time,” Patton chides softly, and Logan grimaces, only because he’s certain Patton won’t see.

“I’ll stop when I reach a convenient time.”

“You said that an hour ago,” Virgil points out, voice soft, grumbly, a little lazy—he must be tired, he’d been tossing and turning last night.

(It helps Virgil sleep, as he frequently stays up late fretting, and Patton seems to think that holding him down in some way will prevent him staying up late to study. It probably isn’t normal for three roommates to sleep in the same bed more often than not, but, well. The reasoning is sound.)

“You don’t need to stay up for me,” Logan says, turning slightly in his desk chair to see—Virgil’s lying at the foot of Patton’s bed, head resting on one of Patton’s many throw pillows (he’s probably putting some people on Etsy through college with his frequent pun-pillow purchases, it’s only kind of a problem) as Patton leans against the headboard, rainbow titanium knitting needles paused, for a moment. He’s trying for socks. He has never succeeded. They’ll unravel eventually. It does not stop Patton from trying.

“Yeah, we do, you and Virgil need to debate over who gets middle spoon tonight,” Patton says cheerfully.

Patton almost always takes, to use the terminology, the big spoon, despite the fact that he is the shortest. However, he does give the best hugs, which makes up for any height deficiencies. Logan has a variety of data to back up the Patton-gives-the-best-hugs claim. There’s a spreadsheet involved.

However, he and Virgil never quite make up their minds when it comes to who takes middle or littlest spoon, and so—

“You can decide, Virgil,” Logan says mildly, turning back to his desk. “I don’t mind which. I don’t mind you going to sleep before me, either. I can go to my room to work.”

“You’ve been working all day today,” Patton says. “Finals don’t mean that you give up on healthy habits.”

“Uh-oh, he’s got that look on his face,” Virgil says, voice teasing. “He’s gonna start rambling about things that are really, blatantly wrong until you rush up and finish and we all start getting ready for bed.”

“...That doesn’t work on me anymore.”

“That sounds like a challenge,” Virgil says. “Patton, wouldn’t you say that sounds like a challenge?”

“I dunno, it sounds like as much of a challenge as recalculating that gyroscope,” Patton says cheerfully.

Logan pauses, curious, before he realizes that’s exactly what he wants and he forces his eyes to focus back on his laptop screen and resumes typing.

“What gyroscope, Patton?”

“Why, the laser gyroscope those flat-earthers tried to use in an experiment.”

“I know about this already,” Logan says, still refusing to turn, even though his eye is beginning to twitch at the sheer idea of flat-earthers.

"Mhm,” Patton says. “And, I mean, that gyroscope showed that... um, what’s it called?”

“Shift.”

“Flow.”

“Thrust.”

“Course.”

“Transferral.”

“Drift,” Logan bites out. “Gyroscopes show a drift when it leans off-axis.”

“Uh-huh,” Patton says, pleased. “But, I mean. They did it wrong.”

Don’t say a word, don’t say a word, don’t say a word...

“They did that whole light thing, but that proves nothing. I mean, cause, obviously,” Patton says, “They spent about twenty thousand bucks on that gyroscope, but really, all you need to know on how the earth is flat is to just look at the horizon—”

It’s bait. Logan knows it’s bait. And yet—

“The horizon looks flat because the massive size of the Earth necessitates it looks small in proportion to us,” Logan says, striking furiously at his keyboard to finish his sentence and save his word file. “The Earth has an average diameter about eight thousand miles, in an estimate, and we aren’t able to make out the curves because—”

“Got him,” Virgil says, suddenly a lot closer than usual, and double-checking the file is saved before he slams Logan’s laptop shut.

“I wasn’t done with—!”

“Tomorrow is a new day and you can work on it then,” Virgil says, before securing his hands under Logan’s armpits and hauling him to his feet. “C’mon.”

“Bedtime, bedtime, bedtime,” Patton sings, already gathering up his pajamas and dancing his way into his bathroom, closing the door behind him with a click.

Logan looks longingly at his laptop, before he says, “There’s no point in resuming my work, is there?”

“Nope, we’ll just stop you again,” Virgil says. “He watched that flat-earther documentary two days ago, I’m sure he’s got plenty of material to keep this up.”

Logan sighs. He scoops his laptop into his arms, and he goes back to his room. He plugs in his laptop and his phone and gets ready for bed—pajamas, brushed teeth, washed face.

He returns to Patton’s room to see Virgil sitting on Patton’s bed, eyes closed as Patton smears some kind of moisturizing... something-or-other on his face, and Logan feels a slightly worrying swell in his chest region—the only reason it isn’t fully worrying is because it’s been doing that when he sees Patton and Virgil together for years.

“...I mean, you really should hydrate more, that’ll help your skin, and it’s winter so everyone’s getting dry skin, ya know?” Patton says, continuing whatever conversation they’d been having, and then his face brightens at the sight of Logan, making grabby hands. “Logan! C’mere, lemme smear goo on your face, I accidentally squeezed out too much.”

Logan sits on the bed, hands Virgil his glasses, and obligingly closes his eyes. There’s the sound of Virgil setting his glasses on the nightstand, and then Patton’s hands are on his face. The lotion—or goo, Logan supposes—smells pleasantly of chamomile. It’s a little cool, but Patton’s hands warm it up soon enough. Patton rubs the lotion into his face in soft, circular motions, humming softly, and the sensation of it, the comfort of it, would be enough to send Logan to sleep.

“All right, you’re moisturized,” Patton says, and Logan opens his eyes to see Patton smoothing the remnants of the goo into his hands.

“Middle spoon?” Virgil says.

Logan shrugs. “I don’t have a particularly strong opinion either way.”

“Are we doing the spoon thing tonight?” Patton asks. “There’s a lot of other ways to snuggle.”

“I don’t have a particularly strong opinion either way,” Logan repeats.

“Virgil?”

“Nope.”

“Okay!” Patton says brightly, and flops down on his back, lifting up his arms. “Get in here, we haven’t done the whole Human Pillow thing in a minute.”

Patton has a variety of ridiculous terms for their body placements at night. It should not be as endearing as it is.

Logan and Virgil meet eyes, as if to roll them at each other, but they’re really just exchanging an ah, that’s our Patton kind of look, and so Logan settles under the covers before he rolls onto his side, placing his head on Patton’s chest, and Virgil shuts off the light. There’s the adjustment of covers that means that Virgil is settling in a mirror position.

And then—

“I love this,” Patton says happily. “It’s like a sleepover!”

“You say that every night,” Virgil says, like every night.

“And every night it’s true,” Patton says, like every night.

“And every night, we exchange this dialogue,” Logan says, like every night. It’s dark, so no one can see him smiling.

“I mean, we’ve had sleepovers for forever,” Patton says. “Do you remember our first one?”

“Our first one was when we were babies and our moms were all snowed into my house,” Logan says. “According to legend, anyway.”

“Mm, I know,” Patton says. “But, I mean—what’s the first one you remember?”

Logan pauses, considering, before he says, “When you drew on your carpet, with crayon.”

“We were six!”

“The one where we watched Barbie and the Twelve Dancing Princesses like three times,” Virgil says.

“An underrated movie,” Patton says, and then, smugly, “I think mine’s earlier than yours.”

“Well, if I had more time to ponder it—“ Logan begins.

“What’s yours, Patton?” Virgil says, cutting him off.

“Do you remember when we got married?”

"We got married?” Logan says, mind straining.

“We were little,” Patton says. “Really little.”

“...I think I do remember that, actually,” Virgil says, sounding a little stunned. “Yeah. Because I was the one who had to decide what we had to do first that day, I hated it when you guys did that.”

(—Patton and Logan are planning out their day as Virgil sits on the swingset, swinging just a little—not enough that he’s skyborne, just enough so that when he swings, the pole moves from blocking Logan’s face to blocking Patton’s face, so he can only see one of them at a time.

“It’d be fun!” Patton.

“It’s non-sense-i-cal.” Logan.

“It’s pretend, it doesn’t hafta make sense.” Patton.

“Have to,” Logan, “And it wouldn’t even take that long anyway.”

“So we could do it first!” Patton. “And then we could do what you and Virgil wanna do.”

Logan. Patton. Logan. Patton.

“Virgil?” Logan. Virgil drags his heels in the dirt, so that he stops. The pole’s splitting them now—Patton to the right, Logan to the left, both looking at him expectedly.

Virgil chews his lip. This happens a lot, since he’s the quiet one—he ends up being the one who has to make the decisions. Virgil always feels his stomach twist whenever he has to, because what if he chooses wrong? What if they get mad at him because he’s made the worst choice ever and they stop being friends with him?

Virgil swallows, and says, “What’re the choices?”

“Oh, we’re gonna get married,” Patton says cheerfully.

“There’s three of us, we can’t get married,” Logan says pointedly.

“Which’s why it’s pretend,” Patton says. “I went to my cousin’s wedding last weekend and the ceremony was kinda boring but the after part was really fun ‘cause everyone was dancing and we got to eat really tasty food and there was CAKE and I got to eat three slices and so I wanna get married now—!”)

“...I think I do remember that, actually,” Logan says.

“Mm,” Virgil says. “You’re oldest, your memory’s going faster than ours.”

“My memory is impeccable,” Logan says. "I even remember the flowers Patton had in his bouquet, can you?”

“That’s not fair, you know a ton of scientific flower names,” Virgil says. “That was also, like, the main draw of you participating in the wedding, the fact that you got to talk about a ton of flowers.”

“It was a pretty bouquet,” Patton says.

“Oxeye daisies, and black-eyed Susans, and honeysuckle, and chicory, and scorpion grass, aaaaand.... lilac, stolen from Mrs. Mariano’s tree.”

“Oh, she would have killed us if we’d been caught, you remember how protective she was over those?” Virgil says. “I can’t believe you talked me into that.”

“We were, like, four,” Patton says. “Or maybe five.”

“I was born with a strong, inherent sense of fear, age knows no bounds when it comes to debilitating anxiety,” Virgil says.

Both Logan and Patton hesitate, for a moment—Virgil joking about his anxiety could sometimes also be a clouded request for help, and it usually took Patton deducing tone and then informing Logan that the tone meant it was a request for help.

However, Patton continues, voice light, “Yeah, but we were young enough then that Logan could corrupt us both, as his extra two months of life—or one month, when it comes to me—was still a major implement in him corrupting us, don’tcha know?”

“Yeah, let’s blame it all on Logan,” Virgil says.

“Yes, that’s the logical course of action,” Logan says. “I’ll remember that the next time you need help on your science assignments.”

“Oh, come on! What’s yours is mine, and that includes your knowledge! Does our marriage mean nothing to you?” Patton teases, and there’s a jump in Logan’s chest. Our marriage. Their relationship has been going slowly enough—of course, Virgil’s anxiety is a factor, and Patton is of course willing to accommodate, because he’s kind like that, and Logan’s mostly following their lead—but, well... perhaps this marriage has been brought up for a reason. That’s something people do in relationships, bring up meaningful milestones either shared by other people or related memories. Perhaps this signifies a forward progression.

Logan enjoys their relationship as is. Patton is open with physical expression like snuggling and cuddling and holding hands, and he gives them both kisses on the cheek every night before they actually sleep. Granted, Virgil is less inclined to physical affection, but he leans against Logan frequently and he expresses his affection in other ways; every playlist on his phone is curated by Virgil, and Virgil always makes his coffee in the morning exactly as he likes it, and new articles about scientific innovations pop up on his phone with some innocuous questions from Virgil that provoke explanations from Logan that Virgil always sits and listens to with an indulgent smile, even if Logan knows that Virgil doesn’t particularly care about quantum jitter or microsatellites or scientists’ brain shrinkage after an extended stay in Antarctica. He just does it so that Logan gets excited and that he will talk about it. They are remarkably good partners. He’d say boyfriends, but they haven’t had that discussion and he doesn’t want to presume.

But, well... perhaps a traditional kiss would be... nice.

“I hardly think our wedding at five, which we primarily had so you could dance and we could split the ding-dongs your mom packed you, was legally binding,” Logan says instead.

“Ah, but it was emotionally binding,” Patton says, and Logan makes a sound of distaste.

“You loooove us,” Patton teases.

“Ugh.”

“Virgil, you looooove us too.”

“Ugh.”

“Hopeless, the pair of you,” Patton says.

“You have enough love for the pair of us,” Virgil says. “Without you, this marriage would be purely loveless.”

“I feel like I remember in someone’s vows that we promised to be best friends forever,” Patton teases.

(“—Okay,” Patton says, when they’ve all tramped back to the swingset in Logan’s backyard. “Now we gotta get married.”

“How do we do that?” Virgil says. “We say I do, right, is that it?”

“No!” Patton says and bounces on his toes. “They say these things called vows and people can write their own and a vow is like a promise, so we can just say things that we’ll all do for each other anyway and that way it’ll all be true.”

“Even though we aren’t actually getting married,” Logan says.

“Even though we aren’t actually getting married,” Patton agrees. “Okay, um—” He bites his lip for a second, before holding the bouquet between his arm and his chest, so he can take Logan and Virgil by the hands, so they’re all standing in a circle.

“You two gotta hold hands too,” he adds, and Logan takes Virgil’s hand. Patton’s hand is warm, and Logan’s is a little cool. Virgil hopes his hands aren’t sweaty or anything, ‘cause that’d be pretty gross.

“Okay,” Patton says. “Who wants to go first?”

There’s a pause, before Logan sighs and says, “I will, I suppose.”

Logan’s oldest, so Virgil guesses that makes sense. He usually goes first for a lot of things, which means Virgil will go next.

Logan pauses for a few seconds to think, before he squeezes their hands, takes a breath, and speaks.

“I promise to be best friends with you two for forever, even as we get older and real-is-tic-ally make other friends. I promise to at least try playing games that you suggest, even if I don’t like them very much, because you always play the games that I suggest too. I promise teach you everything I know as long as you teach me everything you know, so that between the three of us we know everything that we could know. And,” he adds, “I promise that I will always read to you when you ask me to, even if the books say things that don’t make sense like in that one story about the rabbit and the bear who keep saying they’re the best of beasts and that they can hear and smell all kinds of things and the worm who tells them both to shut up, because none of that can happen since animals cannot talk and—”

“Wedding, L,” Patton chides gently.

“Oh,” Logan says, looking a little embarrassed. “Right. Anyway. I promise to read with you and tell you stories about the stars when we don’t have any books.”

“We’re supposed to say I do,” Patton says brightly, and Virgil mumbles it to his feet at the same time Patton says it.

“Um,” Virgil says, and scuffs his shoe along the dirt. Because Logan’s vows were pretty good and Logan has lots to offer, as a husband, so what can Virgil even say? It’s not like he’s the best reader in the grade who seems like he knows everything. It’s not like he’s the nicest person in the grade, who always helps whenever someone drops anything or gets a scraped knee or gets overwhelmed and seems to always, magically, know just what to do to help. He’s just… he’s just Virgil.

But he guesses they like just Virgil fine enough. He squeezes their hands.

“I promise to be best friends with you two forever,” he says, because that’s a pretty good place to start, he thinks, even if it’s copying from Logan. “Um. I, I promise to handle the spiders, ‘cause Pat’s scared of ‘em. And I promise that if we ever go to the ocean I won’t make Logan go in or think about everything we don’t know down there, because the ocean kinda freaks me out too. I promise to try and protect you from Drake Wicche, even if he freaks me out because he’s a big bully, ‘cause that’s what friends should do, protect each other. Um. I, uh, I promise to always listen whenever you wanna talk about something. An’ I promise I’ll try and help figure out how to make it better and look at it from all the angles that I can think of, and a few that probably won’t happen, but. Better safe than sorry. So. I’ll—I want to keep you safe. I’ll try my hardest to do that. To protect you. I promise.”

“I do,” Logan says, stalwart, and Patton echoes him, much softer, before he clears his throat and squeezes their hands.

“I love you both very much, and I value you both greatly,” Patton says. “Logan, I love it when you read to us, and when you try playing games, and when you teach us stuff, and when you tie our shoes, and when you wear those ties you really like. Virgil, I love the way you protect us, and when you help us decide what to do, and when you handle the spiders, and when you listen to us talk about stuff, and help us figure out stuff. I love you both very, very much, and I think being stuck with you both forever, well—it’d be a pretty good deal.”

A beat, and Patton adds, “And I promise to be best friends with you two forever and ever and ever, as long as we three shall live.”)

“Those were your vows,” Virgil says pointedly.

“Huh,” Patton says, and he sounds like he’s smiling. “Guess they were.”

A long pause.

“Sleep?” Patton asks.

“Sleep,” Virgil and Logan agree.

“Good,” Patton says, and, like it’s not even the slightest deviation from routine, leans to peck Logan, and Virgil, and that alone isn’t enough to deviate from routine, except he pecks them on the lips.

“Night!” He says brightly, as if he did not just drop their first kiss in the relationship on them out of nowhere.

“Um?” Virgil says, voice squeaky.

A pause. “Hm?”

“Patton,” Logan says. “You just—kissed us.”

“...yeah?” Patton says, confused. “I... always do?”

“On the mouth,” Virgil says, strangled. “You kissed us. On the mouth.”

A horrified pause. “I didn’t.”

“Yes,” Logan says, heart fluttering. “Yes, you did.”

“I didn’t!”

“You did!” Virgil says, and he sounds panicked—well, Logan supposes it was a surprise, and Virgil doesn’t like surprises, but this is a pleasant surprise!

“No!” Patton says, and Logan is very suddenly jostled off of Patton’s chest, and Patton turns on the lamp, looking distressed, “No, I didn’t!”

“Yes!” Virgil says, already sitting up, eyes wild, hair sticking up as if he has the same reaction as cats do to being startled. “You did!”

“Can we stop repeating ourselves?” Logan says.

“How are you not freaking out about this?!” Virgil demands. “Your boyfriend kissed me!”

At the same time, Logan says, “He’s your boyfriend too?” as Patton yelps, “My boyfriend?!”

“I—wait,” Virgil says. “My boyfriend?”

“Yes?” Logan says, looking between the pair of them. “We have been friends for a great period of time, we selected a college we would all be able to attend together, we have gotten an apartment together, we frequently share a bed, we have a standing engagement for dinner at least weekly, in addition to outings we all have together, and—“

And Logan’s stomach is sinking.

“—and I misinterpreted this, didn’t I?” Logan says. “It—it seemed like the logical progression of our relationship, we—“

“We just—hang on,” Patton says, and shoves his hands through his hair. He always looks strange without his glasses, but his eyes seem huge even without the natural magnification effect. “I—wait. Hang on. In the world’s tiniest sentences, can everyone tell me what we think is going here?”

“We’re all romantic partners,” Logan says, still feeling miserable. “I—I apologize if my revealing this has made you uncomfortable, I—“

“We’ll work it out, Lo, just—Virge?”

“I thought you two were dating,” Virgil says.

“Wha—just us?” Logan says.

“Well, yeah!” Virgil says. “You—Patton’s all lovey-dovey with you, and you always give him that look when he’s being particularly Patton, and I thought you two were—monogamous.”

“Virgil, I walked into Patton napping on top of you this afternoon,” Logan says.

“He’s a cuddler!”

“He cuddles both of us!”

“He was cuddling me because you weren’t there!”

“He cuddles both of us, because he’s our boyfriend!”

“I thought we were all single and I was stuck hopelessly pining!” Patton wails, before he claps his hand over his mouth.

“I—what?” Virgil says. “Patton, you could get anyone you want, I mean, you’re—you’re you.”

“I concur,” Logan says. “You are a fantastic boyfriend, or, well—“ He feels abruptly foolish, once again, “Or I thought you were.”

“I—okay,” Patton says. “Virgil. When did you think Logan and I started dating?”

“After you two came back from the planetarium and Patton was wearing your coat, during... junior year?”

“Of high school?”

“Yes, of high school,” Virgil grumbles. “You two are all—hand-holdy, and sweet, and I just—”

“Okay,” Patton says. “Logan, when did we all start dating?”

“I—well, I don’t know, really, we just—we all moved into the same apartment, and were all gradually becoming more physical, and we started sleeping in the same bed, I talked to Roman—“

“You talked to Roman?!”

“He’s the most qualified person I know to speak about romance,” Logan says defensively.

“Roman thinks we’re dating?” Virgil says.

“Well, I suppose I lied to him, because apparently we’re not!” Logan snaps.

“I—hang on,” Patton says. “Okay. Let me get this straight. Virgil. Do you like me?”

Virgil looks panicked.

“Just a yes or no, do you like me like that?” Patton says. “No judgment.”

“I—well...” Virgil squirms. “Yeah.”

“And do you like Logan?”

“...yeah,” Virgil says quietly, looking at his hands.

“Okay. Logan—“

“I believe my stance was made clear,” Logan says.

“And mine,” Patton says, and looks—irritated?

“You said no judgment,” Virgil says, shrinking away.

“I could have been dating the pair of you since we were thirteen?!” Patton practically shouts. “I’ve missed out on eight years of boyfriendship because none of us can talk about our feelings?!”

“So,” Virgil says. “So you like us?”

“Hopelessly pining, V,” Patton says. “Of course I like you, oh my goodness, how could I possibly not like you two?”

Virgil’s eyes grow slightly shiny. “Really?”

“Yes, really, of course really,” Patton says. “L?”

“Oh, right, outward validation,” Logan says. “Yes, of course I like you. The both of you.”

Patton squeals, clapping his hands, and cups Logan’s face, pulls him in, and—

And oh. Patton’s extensive moisturizing campaign has extended to his lips, his soft, lush, slightly wet lips, his warm, beautiful lips, and Logan’s brain has gone so quiet and so awed and he has been thinking about this for years, years and years, he’s wanted this for years and he’s getting it and it almost feels like it isn’t real and—

They break, and Logan forces himself to not stare at Patton’s lips, but he doesn’t have much of a chance before Patton leans and cups Virgil’s face and—

And watching them is like watching an eclipse, sun and moon overlapping, Patton’s tan hands cupping Virgil’s pale cheeks, which are rapidly becoming rosy with a blush, and Virgil’s jaw flexes as they kiss, and kiss, and how does Logan feel lightheaded, he’s not even the one kissing right now?

They break apart with an appealing noise, and Patton says brightly, “Okay, now you two.”

“I—oh,” Logan says, and turns to Virgil. “I—yes?”

“Yes,” Virgil says, and Logan mimicks Patton’s stance—cupping Virgil’s cheek, and feeling his strong jaw is even more appealing than just staring at it—and he presses his lips against Virgil’s, rough and a little chapped because Virgil chews them so often, but they move just as smoothly as Patton’s do, and oh, there’s the lingering taste of Patton’s strawberry chapstick is lingering on Virgil’s lips, his cinnamon toothpaste, and—and—

Virgil draws back, and Logan blinks, and Patton giggles.

“Hey, I’m just gonna say, again,” Patton says. “Eight. Years. We could have been doing this for eight years.”

“I can’t believe we’ve lived in a loveless marriage since we were four,” Virgil says, and then Logan feels like he’s bursting, and then—

He’s giggling.

Patton and Virgil exchange a glance, delighted, and Patton leans forward, peppering kisses on Logan’s face, before he turns and does the same thing to Virgil, who flushes and ducks, shoulders hiking, but he has a soft secretive smile, and Logan can’t help but giggle even more.

“Well, we can’t possibly go to sleep now,” Patton says.

“Yeah,” Virgil says, “What on earth are we gonna do with all this free—“

Virgil’s mouth is suddenly occupied. With Logan’s mouth. Because Logan is kissing him.

Look, he’s not very inclined toward analogy, okay?

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2020 Year Review~

2020. Pretty unique year, don’t you think? It’s the first year since 2002 to have only two different digits in it. After 2022, this won’t happen again until 2111. Yep. Absolutely nothing more interesting than that.

Anyway! It’s time I reflect on my 2020, look back on my yearly goals and rant about things that happened to me this year. I made a post like this last year, where I went over my 2019 goals and talked about what I accomplished and what I didn’t, and it’s only fitting I do the same again this year. Read more under the cut for a random stream of consciousness ramble!

So, first things first, let’s look at my 2019 goals;

Finish paying off that last student loan

Put more stuff on my redbubble

Illustrate my own fan fics

Sew at least one stuffed animal

Make an enamel pin

Read one new book a month

Write one page a day/Complete at least one new fan fic

Learn Python or C# for the game I want to make

Finish fully scripting Ghost Switch

Boost my patreon

Paying Off My Last Student Loan: Going down the list, I am proud to say that I FINALLY paid off all my student loans! (and not a moment too soon. The last payment I made was literally days before the first quarantine rolled out). It took me roughly 4 years on my part-time paycheck to pay off all my loans, and once I finished, I had no money to my name (literally; I had less than 1k as emergency money in case of car troubles or health issues). Heck, I’m STILL living at home as a save up for a place of my own. Finally paying off all my student loans DID activate my secret 2020 new year’s resolution, which was to adopt a cat! I did this too, literally a week later! She is the best thing that’s happened to me this entire year and I love her so much and she is the snuggliest cuddle bug I’ve ever met. I’m so happy she’s in my life now~

Put More Stuff On My Redbubble: ah ha ha ha… I thought I did this, but then I went and checked, and it turns out-! I did not. I made art I intended to go on my redbubble, but haven’t put there yet. They are all drawings of some OCs from a game I want to make, but because I haven’t progressed on making the game this year, I never got around to putting more stuff related to it on my redbubble. At the time of writing, there are 7 days left in December, so I guess I could go and put it up on my redbubble right now, but without context on where the characters are from, there wouldn’t be much point, now would there?

Illustrate My Own Fan Fics: Another goal that I was so stoked to actually do… and then just didn’t. Gee, I wonder why I couldn’t find the energy or motivation to do it this year? Truly a conundrum. (Hey, you know what? If Ghost Switch counts as a fan fiction in a visual form, then I am doing GREAT on this goal. 2.5 years in, 1 of ~4 arcs done, and still going steady~)

Sew At Least One Stuffed Animal: Okay, I have a valid excuse for not doing this one. I even knew which stuffed animal I wanted to make, and had the pattern drawn out and everything, but I had no money for materials because I had just paid off my student loans. And then, by the time I did have enough money again, quarantine was in full effect and I couldn’t go out to the fabric store. I’m still trying my best to stay out of public places even if the rules are laxer now, because I don’t want to catch the plague even if everyone in my goddamn city thinks and acts like the problem is over already. Even if they’re all wearing masks, even if they’re staying 6 feet apart, I still don’t want to risk it. I will stay inside until health experts give the all clear, and when that day comes, then I will buy some fleece and make a plush.

Make An Enamel Pin: I ACTUALLY DID THIS ONE. TWICE! Halfway through quarantine, I was feeling anxious and depressed about my job and how they were planning to have me work with the public despite climbing infection rates and positive covid cases. I didn’t quit then, but in a desperate move to try and become self-sufficient, I went to madebycooper and made two enamel pins based on some butterfly dragons I drew last year. They’re on my etsy store now! I even went out of my way to open a P.O. box just to start a small business! I haven’t sold a single pin yet, and I’m actually really nervous to sell my first because I don’t trust the efficiency of the postal system thanks to the actions of the GOP that really screwed them over this year! (If you would like to see my enamel pins, click here!)

Read One Book A Month: I did this! With dragon books I bought a couple years back! In fact, I read FOURTEEN dragon books, and still have more books for next year to read! The 14 books I read this year were:

The Hive Queen

The Poison Jungle

Wings Of Fire Legends: Dragonslayer

Dealing With Dragons

Searching For Dragons

Calling on Dragons

Talking to Dragons

The Bronze Dragon Codex

The Brass Dragon Codex

The Black Dragon Codex

The Red Dragon Codex

The Silver Dragon Codex

Dragon Strike, and

Hatching Magic

To be honest, I had read The Red Dragon Codex years ago when it first came out, but completely forgotten what it was about. I remembered liking it, and I knew the reading level was on the lower side, but the whole dragon codex series was pretty good! So far, the Silver dragon codex was my favorite, and black dragon codex was probably the worst! Hatching Magic was also really slow and bad and had plot points that went nowhere, but the book was written in the 80s, so I don’t know what I expected. The Dealing with Dragons series was very charming and great for the most part, save for one line in the last book that really rubbed me the wrong way, and all the Wings of Fire Books go above and beyond in this third arc. The second legends book could be a little tighter, though (sky and wren are the best duo and I want a book solely about them, but I honest to god do not care about leaf and ivy’s stories.)

Write one Page of any story every day/ complete at least one fic: I… did this? Okay, I kinda cheated near the end of the year. I was keeping up the one page a day thing for the first four months, but then the world went to shit and my schedule and habits got disrupted and I fell off my good track record. I completed 7 out of roughly 12 one-shots I had planned for this year (my goal WAS supposed to be one short a month, but… you know how it happens) I kept trying to catch up on this goal all year, but the days kept piling up…. Until November hit. I managed to write over 250 pages for Nanowrimo, and I consider this goal a win. 365 pages of fiction in total, which averages out to about one a day~. SHUT UP IT COUNTS.

Learn Python or C# for the game I want to make: Another goal I didn’t have the mental energy to commit to this year. Truly a mystery to where all our willpower went in 2020.

Fully Finish Scripting Ghost Switch: still haven’t done this one yet! The Snowdin arc is completely planned, but I just haven’t gotten around to getting the other areas. I’m not worried, though. I know all the major plot points I gotta hit, it’s just weaving them together in a way that flows nice is the final task. I’m not too worried though. I don’t expect to finish the Snowdin arc for another year and a half, at the bare minimum.

And my last goal of 2020, Boost My Patreon. I did this at the beginning of the year, but then very intentionally stopped about a third of the way through. It didn’t sit right with me to tell you guys to donate to me when suddenly EVERYONE was financially strained from layoffs or being furloughed. I told my patrons the same, and if you ever need to stop donating to me to take care of yourself first, then by all means, please do. I would feel much better knowing you’re using your money to see yourself fed and housed instead of given to me (where it is pretty much only used to buy gas for my car, honestly)

Welp! That was all my goals for 2020! I achieved 4 out of 10 goals plus 1 secret goal! Pretty much the same ratio as last year, but now this time I can blame all my failures on the pandemic! I don’t feel so bad about myself anymore~

ON TO 2021!

I have 11 goals for the new year, again some rolled over from this list, and some from even older years. They are, in no particular order;

Read 12 new books (roughly 1 book a month)

Finish the first draft of 2019’s Nanowrimo project and rewrite it

Script TDV

Finish Scripting Ghost Switch

Build A Comic Buffer

Sew 1 Stuffed Animal

Finish 1 Song Comic

Make another Enamel Pin

Finish 2 short original comics (this one counts as 2 goals)

Finish the 5 remaining one-shot fics

Now to go into depth on each one, more for my own sake, really. I want to know exactly what I have planned for each goal this year, and sometimes just looking at a short list doesn’t capture all the smaller details.

1)Read 12 new books. Same as last year! I The only difference is I might not be able to make it all dragon-related books. (I try my hardest not to buy from amazon anymore, but half-price-books doesn’t always have the obscure stuff I’m looking for)

2)Finish 2019’s nanowrimo project. If you read my 2019 year reflection, you’ll notice I said I wanted to do some original writing. And I did! The story I wrote for nanowrimo back then was a story I’ve been toying with since 2017, but it was only last year I finally got pen to paper. Now, you may find it odd that the keyword says “finish”. You may think, “but isn’t that what you’re supposed to do for nanowrimo?” and to that I say, WRONG! I wrote 50k words for nanowrimo, but the draft was only about halfway complete. I was kinda discouraged about what I had written last year, because I didn’t like how it was coming out, but I did manage to get it half done. Now it’s time for me to bite the bullet and just finish the thing so I can finally revise it and make it into something I DO like. (It’s still gonna be hella long, tho. That’s what I get for trying to write an epic fantasy, I guess.)

3)Script TDV. TDV is the abbreviation of the game I want to make. I… still need to do so much for this project OTL… In addition to getting the story solidified, I still need to draw art and game assets, and learn how to code for it, both of which are no small task. I keep having some sort of new year’s goal related to this on my list, and every year I just don’t hit this one. Will 2021 be different?

4)Finish Scripting Ghost Switch. (Or at the very least, get the waterfall arc completely written out). I have a plan to break this down into simpler steps, by focusing on just one arc for a month or two. Every major arc has 2 to 3 parts, broken up by flashbacks, and if I can just finish one section a month, then I should have the entire thing scripted by the end of the year. It’s not a difficult pace, but seeing if I stick with it will be the real challenge, as it is will all my goals it seems.

5)Build a Comic Buffer: I’m actually working on this one right now! Since I paid off my last loan and got a new job this year, my current Patreon goals are kind of out of date. They had all been centered around me paying off that last loan, and working towards full-time employment, but those are both completed now! So instead, I would love to get to a place where my patrons could read pages at least a week ahead, and to do that, I need to build a buffer. And since I’m working 5 full days a week now, I can’t afford to fall behind. But you can’t fall behind if you constantly stay ahead! I would like to have… a 10 to 12 page buffer. That’s roughly 3 months’ worth of pages to always have on hand in case I get swamped with work, or something. Right now I currently have a buffer of 3, which will cover me for half a January, which is better than not having anything at all, but still not the best. (ultimately, I would love to have a buffer so big, I could queue them up for the whole year. Wouldn’t that be something?)

6) Sew one stuffed animal: same as last year. ASSUMING the plague gets under control in 2021, I don’t expect to get to this goal until the summer at the earliest.

7)Finish 1 song comic: I have 7 song comics planned. One is a gift, one possibly for wandersong, one is a collab that’s currently in the works, but I’m waiting on a friend to do their part before I can continue mine, 2 are UT related, and 2 (well, technically 3, but one is the collab) are KH related. It’s one of the UT ones that will probably get finished, if I’m being honest. It’s completely story boarded, and now I just need to ink and color it. I would like to get it done for UT’s 6th birthday, since I made a song comic on the fly for the anniversary this year, and it was fun, and I’d like to do it again! So, look forward to that next september~

8) Make another enamel pin: I have a dolphin design I’d like to make because dolphins are cute, if not little murder machines. (need to save up some expendable income first, tho. THESE THINGS AIN’T CHEAP TO MAKE.)

9 and 10) start and finish 2 original short comics: I’ve got some comic ideas I want to do, but I need to get them written out first. I don’t think either would be too long. Each maybe a couple “episode’s” length, if envisioned on a website like webtoons or tapas. They’d both be heavy in allegory, but not overly drawn out (hopefully)

11)And lastly, Finish the 5 remaining one-shots I had planned for this year but never got around to. I’m going to try to write one every other month. Pure self-indulgent shipping fluff. If I finish these 5, then maybe I’ll ask other people for more prompts and ideas, which I’ve never done before. We’ll see how it goes~

Also, Like last year, I’d like to look at everything that’s happened to me this year, though to be honest, I’m not sure how much I remember/how accurate it’ll be. God, I don’t even remember what January was like. Who was I back then? Who were we all back then? I guess I’ll start my yearly retrospective in march because, heh, god we ALL know what started happening in march.

Firstly, I paid off my last student loan! Then a week later on March 18th, I drove half an hour out of my city to adopt a cat and I love her and it was the best day of this year for me. Spring break is just beginning this weekend, but the attendance at the zoo is shockingly low this year. Apparently, a lot of people watch the news, and they’re all taking precautions about social distancing. I wasn’t too disappointed. Fewer people at the zoo, the easier my job is for me. I was looking forward to getting some free overtime on spring break, since I’m broke after paying off that loan, and I’m a cat parent now and have a furry child to feed. Monday rolls around. My manager calls me and tells me that the zoo is going into lockdown until further notice. I worry for the birds I take care of, but understand it’s for everyone’s safety.

For two months I sleep in and watch way too much YouTube. I join a couple writing discords. I have nightmares about my birds escaping their enclosure and I dreamed one of the security guards I really like at the zoo gets covid and has to go to the ER. I woke up really upset.

I started and finished BBS for the first time. I also replayed and finished KH2 final mix for the first time. It had been about 5 years since I last played KH2 before my PS2 died, and it was like coming home~ I also finished tearaway, and played and beat Ryme for a second time (which I can’t remember if I did that last year, but it was a fun experience regardless)

Mid-June, and I’m allowed to start going back to work, be it on reduced hours. The zoo is still closed to the public, but I’m loving it! I get to work with full-time keepers and do full-time keeper things. It’s so much fun not having to deal with the public. August starts to creep up and there’s a rumor that the zoo will be opening to the public again, which I’m not stoked about. I don’t want to go back to standing in one exhibit all day, talking to guests who don’t listen to the rules or to me. 2 of my younger coworkers (who had both only been there a couple of months) get chosen for full-time positions, while I get passed up which really pisses me off. My other 2 coworkers quit when they think we might be reopening because they cannot risk catching the virus due to at-risk family. I am now the last keeper in the interactive bird exhibit.

I keep working, the zoo slowly opens, but with me as the only interpreter in our interactive bird exhibit, we can’t open because I can’t run the entire exhibit by myself. So my exhibit stays closed. September comes and goes, and then October starts. Now there is more serious talk of opening my exhibit before the end of the year because the zoo expects to bring in larger crowds for the Christmas lights event in November/December. I ask if I get hazard pay or health insurance since I’m doing full-time hours until they hire more staff. They say no.

I immediately start searching for a new job feeling incredibly indignant/hurt/slighted/insulted/used/abused/ALL the negative feelings at my job. I had been there for 4 years, but never got a chance to work full time, while the two newest hires who had only been there 2 months both got moved up. I can’t help but feel they were holding one mistake I made two years ago against me and never wanted to give me a chance. (that, or they knew I was reliable when it came to showing up for work in such a volatile position that sees a lot of new faces, and they didn’t want to bother going through the process of hiring someone new) I don’t want to risk my life working around guests who don’t wash their hands and don’t properly distance. I don’t want to gamble with my health when they won’t offer me health insurance because I’m part time.

Mid October, I get an interview for a full time job and get hired on the spot. I peace out at the zoo 2 weeks later, literally 3 days before they planned to open my exhibit to the public. It was a close call for me to escape before they opened to the public (and pettiness was only partially the reason I dipped out so close to opening). Sorry new hires who are now in charge of the bird feeding exhibit. I taught you the best I could in the short time I had. If the managers are struggling with what to do with one less person, I can’t say I feel bad. I can only hope they delayed opening/closed you down again for your own safety. You are not lightbulbs. I really hope the higher ups stop considering you as replaceable as one. Will I go back to the zoo to visit? Probably. But not for a year at least.

I started my new job the very next day after I quit the zoo, and have been there ever since, (which isn’t that long yet, tbh. Christmas day was my 2 month anniversary). It’s full time, but it’s also a small business, and everyone’s hours this year have been on the short side due to the plague. I understand, though. They don’t want us to work if they can’t afford to pay us. Everyone is nice enough, though some people smoke and it’s hard to avoid them with how frequently we have to go in and out, and I really don’t want to get lung cancer, sorry not sorry, please and thank you. Also, with such a small team, gossip is certainly harder to go undetected, so it’s a relief knowing people don’t talk behind one another’s backs.

I participated and beat my 4th nanowrimo in a row, I made TWO apple crisps on thanksgiving, and made baklava on Christmas and both of these recipes were my first time making them, and they both came out adequately! I voted the first day of early voting, and I did an art trade/collab with two of my friends for my birthday! (normally we would have done monthly “art days” where we get together and do art projects for fun because we’re adults and we can spend our time together however we want, but the plague said otherwise this year) We drew pokemon and it was fun! (hopefully I can show you all the results soon. At the time of writing, I’m still waiting for the last two colored parts to get back to me)

I reached 100 pages on my undertale comic, and finish the first arc out of…! (im not sure. It’s either going to be 4 or 5, I haven’t decided yet)

Over all, I managed to stay healthy as far as I know. I wasn’t as productive as I wanted to be this year, but then again, who was? (don’t answer that. I don’t need that kind of comparison in my life right now)

Will 2021be any better? Honestly? I don’t think so. Not right away, at least. Just because a new year is about to start does not mean the slate is completely wiped clean. The change of the calendar year doesn’t magically make all our current problems disappear. Covid will still be here and cases will still climb when January starts. Small business will still be strained when the month rolls over, police will still go on murdering innocent civilians and getting away scot free, amazon and disney will still be monopolizing all consumer goods and media, and I can’t help but feel like there’s an impending shit show about to go down on inauguration day. I do hope things will get better, though. It’ll be arduous and unpleasant, but I do hope things will improve, because sometimes hoping is all you can do.

Good night.

#long post #new year's resolutions #year review #year retrospective

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For Everyone to See

Sam’s bored, and you’re his only source of entertainment.

PAIRING: Soulless!Sam x Reader

WORD COUNT: 3,300

WARNINGS: smut, rough sex, public sex, creampie, dom/sub themes

NOTE: Edited by me - please heed the warnings and enjoy! This is a rewrite of an old fic that was deleted after the Tumblr purge, just in case any of you think it looks familiar.

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It’s late on a Saturday night, and so far all you’ve done is lie in bed and read the same book for the third time that month. Dean’s abandoned you in search of someone to spend the Memorial Day weekend with, leaving you alone.

You don’t really care about where Sam is at this point. The soulless beast—yes, you call him a beast—is nowhere to be found, and you don’t really feel like texting or calling to find out where he is. He doesn’t answer anyway, or if he does, he’s rude and snarky to the point where you wanna just punch him in the face. There’s already enough negativity in your life, you don’t need the man you love being rough with you like that.

You’re halfway through the second chapter when a shadow crosses the long window across from the bed, and you freeze automatically when three sharp bangs on the door (evidently whoever it is likes to use their fist instead of their knuckles).

Rising silently from the bed, you grab your knife from where it rests on the small nightstand and pace towards the door. Adrenaline heightens your senses, and the previously soft carpet feels razor-sharp under your bare feet. You lean in, knife at the ready, and glance through the peephole.

Goddamn it.

Sam’s standing on the other side, eyes fixed on the peephole. It’s creepy, almost like he knows you’re on the other side watching him. Like he knows you’re going to open the door because it’s him, and it’s very rare that you say no to letting him in.

But there’s a safer approach.

“What do you want?” You ask, lowering your knife. Your tone is almost bored, but you do that on purpose. Sam likes to find every little thing a person does and use it against them and you’re not going to let him do it to you.

“I’m bored.” Sam’s voice echoes through the door and the coldness in it sends a shiver down your spine.

“Then…” Your words get all caught up in your throat and you swallow to clear the way, “find a way to entertain yourself.”

He exhales impatiently on the other side of the door, and you try not to let your heart take over your head. “Come out for a drink with me.” He sounds like he’s begging you, trying to make you feel bad.

Asshole.

“I’m…” you look down at your black panties and cutoff shirt, “I’m not dressed for going out. And it’s late.”

“So?” Sam scoffs. “C’mon, get dressed and come out of that room for a couple hours. You’ve been in there all day. I promise drinks are on me.”

You sigh and, kicking yourself for it, you give in. “All right…just wait, I’ll be out in a second.”

Sam leans against the post outside on the door, a triumphant smirk on his face. You scoff and go to your luggage bag, careful to select a good skater skirt and a low-cut tank top. It’s warm and humid outside—jeans are only going to be uncomfortable, plus you figure since Sam’s dragging you outside, he’s going to have to make up for it.

Sam straightens up and eyes you as you close the door and slip the room key into the zipper pocket of your skirt. “Nice.”

“Shut up, it’s warm out here.” You start walking down the pathway, and within seconds, he’s right beside you, almost too close. “Where is this place?”

“Just down the block.” Sam reaches down to take your hand, and you pull yours away.

“Don’t hold my hand.” You look up at him as you start crossing the parking lot. Sam looks back, and his cold, dark eyes are almost sad. “What? Don’t look at me like that.”

Sam doesn’t respond, but instead tightens his jaw and leads you across the street. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and remains silent the rest of the way. When you reach the bar, he opens the door for you to walk past, and you make a point of not looking at him as you pass.

At the bar, Sam orders you both whiskey shots. You don’t object because Sam always manages to order you exactly what you need. As soon as the bartender clinks the glasses down on the bar, you promptly lift yours to your lips and down it in one go. The liquid burns the back of your throat, but you don’t care.

Next to you, Sam tips his own drink back before turning on the barstool to look at you. His eyes are empty again, no hint of emotion behind the darkened iris. “So.”

“So, what?” You don’t turn to look at him as you raise your hand, calling the bartender for another.

“You’re upset.” Sam holds up two fingers as the bartender approaches, not tearing his attention away from you.

You drag your tongue over your teeth and shake your head. “I’m not upset.”

“Then what’s goin’ on?” Sam asks, and you swirl the two cubes of ice in the glass and raise it to your mouth. Sam catches your wrist before the liquid touches your lips, and you tighten your jaw in annoyance. The contact of skin-on-skin is what you’ve been trying to avoid because right now all you want is Sam to push you against the bar and fuck the hell out of you in front of everyone.

“Sam, I swear—”

“What?” Sam doesn’t release your wrist, but he leaves his fingers on the inside of your wrist, as if he’s feeling your pulse. “You have to tell me.”

You pull your arm away from his fingers and down the whiskey. This time, he doesn’t stop you. “Leave me alone. Go find a girl or something.”

“That’s the thing.” Sam’s lips twitches into a cocky smile and he tilts his head back, allowing his drink to slide down his throat. You watch his Adam’s apple bob out of the corner of your eye and hold back a breath of arousal. “I don’t want to.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m with you.” Sam sets his glass on the bar. “You’re better.”

“How would you know?” You scoff and order a third drink. “You don’t even remember fucking me.”

This was true. You and Sam had been more than friends when he’d jumped into the Cage with Lucifer, and it had taken you a long time to recuperate. You haven’t been with anyone since because you loved him so much, and now… now it’s just hard to imagine ever being with him again. When he had ‘died’ a part of you had died too. Sam’s body might be back, but as long as he isn’t your Sam, that part of you will never come back.

He scares the crap out of you, though. Every time you consider asking him for sex, multiple questions run through your mind. Will he hear consent? Will he be gentle? Will he stay after or just get up and leave? Will he brag about it to Dean and embarrass you?

“Oh, that’s not really true.” Sam smirks at you and hold out his hand just as a new song comes on. “Come on. Dance with me.”

“I’ll pass.”

Sam stands and moves to stand behind you. His hands run down your back and you’re torn between stiffening up and relaxing into him. “Come and dance with me. I’m gonna show you what I remember about bein’ with you.”

You sigh and stand up, only because you know Sam won’t let up until you give in. He follows you to the dance floor and sweeps his hands over your hips. The two of you settle into a steady, grinding rhythm that follows the music almost perfectly. Sam’s body is hot and hard against yours, and one hand trails over your hipbone as the other grips your upper arm. Both hands work together to hold you tight against him, and you’ll be lying if you say the grind of his body against yours isn’t turning you on…

“I remember doin’ this with you,” Sam’s words are low whispers in your ear, but somehow you manage to block out the heavy dance music and focus on the low, husky timbre of his voice. “I think it was… two years ago? Yeah, two years ago, in November. You wore these tight jeans and a black top… hot as hell.” His hands travel up your body, and you close your eyes at the feeling of those long, beautiful fingers creeping over the fabric of your top.

“Anything else you remember?”

Sam chuckles into the crook of your neck and nips at your earlobe. “Yeah, you had these high heels that made you a little taller. Made it easier for me to kiss you… and fuck you.”

You remember too. It’s one of the better memories from a time when Sam genuinely, fully, loved you… would die for you…

Maybe being with him while he’s like this won’t be so bad. His body’s still the same, it’s just the part of him that makes him your Sam that’s gone and it doesn’t have to mean anything, right? You’re working to get his soul back, and until you do… maybe he won’t remember anything you do together. No point in making it special. No candles or roses or your favorite perfume. Just a simple, short fuck, and if you can come up with a good excuse after, you can slip away.

“Sam.” You tilt your head to the side, and your lips brush against Sam’s freshly shaven jaw. You’re going to explode if you don’t have him.

“Hmm?” He breathes in, and you can feel his chest expanding against your back as his fingers press into your skin.

“Let’s get out of here.” You grip the hand that is pressed against your hip and hear him growl against your back. Then he’s pulling you off the dance floor and you’re outside before you know it. You’re almost running after Sam as he grips your hand tightly in his. He turns down an alleyway and has you behind an overflowing dumpster before you know it, and almost immediately his lips are on yours. The kiss is hot and wet and almost too hard, but you let Sam take the lead, opening your mouth for him so he can kiss you even deeper.

“Good choice.” Sam whispers against your jaw. He traces his hands from your shoulders all the way to the curve of your ass, and he groans when your hands fly to his belt buckle.

“Sam…” you can barely say his name before his mouth is on yours again.

“I know, baby, I know.” He grinds his hips against yours. “Want me?”

“S-so bad.”

Then it hits you. You’re out in public, where anyone can see you.

Sam feels you tense and grins against your lips. “You like this? Bein’ out where anyone can walk by and see us?”

You feel adrenaline sweep through your entire body and before you can speak, you nod. It is kinda hot…

“I like it too.” Sam cups your ass through your skirt and reaches down between your shaking thighs, feeling the soaked cotton between them. His breath hitches and he groans against your mouth. “Shit, is this all for me?”

You nod and he increases the pressure of his fingers, holds you hard against the wall with his body as he rubs you through the thin cloth. His other hand yanks your tank top up over your breasts and palms a swell of soft, warm flesh. “I remember how much you like havin’ these sucked on. Makes you so damn wet.”

With that, he bends down slightly and you’re glad you decided to not wear a padded bra because Sam’s tongue feels… oh, so good. You push your hips further into his hands and Sam gladly rubs his fingers against you harder as waves of wet heat swirl between your thighs.

But it isn’t enough. You need more, so much more.

Sam seems to pick up on your desperation and without warning; he kneels and lifts your skirt up over your thighs. He doesn’t bother pulling your panties aside; instead, he just buries his mouth between your thighs and groans at the taste of you. He pulls one leg over his shoulder and nudges the fabric of your panties to the side with his nose before setting his tongue on you.

He’s always been good at eating pussy. You know that for sure, and this time is no different. He licks a broad stripe through your folds and wraps both his arms around your hips as he shakes his head from side to side.

Pleasure rockets through you and you bite back a moan when Sam swirls his tongue over your clit. One of your hands finds his hair and tangles in the thick, silky locks. He sighs deeply, the sound turning into a low growl of desperation.

White hot, prickling heat boils in your lower belly, and Sam tilts the angel of your hips to shove his tongue up into your pussy. You gasp loudly as he starts tonguing you, licking in and out with your clit pressed under his nose. He’s not hesitating on trying to get you to cum as fast and hard as he can make you.

You tangle your fingers tighter in his hair and open your mouth as you cum on his tongue. Sam eases you through it, sucking your clit between his lips. He stares up at you, those empty, terrifying eyes fixed on your face as you try—and fail, almost horribly—to roll your hips and pull away from him. He refuses to let you go until you’ve come down from your high, and when he finally releases you and stands, he doesn’t hesitate to rub himself between your spread legs.

“I’ve missed you cumming on my tongue like that,” he whispers, and his chest heaves as your wet heat reaches him through the thick cloth.

You can’t even think of a reply as you tug the thick leather strap of his belt open. Sam doesn’t stop you as you tug the denim down and gather his erection in one hand, and he stiffens as you wrap your hand around him.

Without warning, he cages you in against the wall, lifts one of your legs up, and angles his cock at your entrance. “Think you can take me here, baby? Out here, in the alleyway where everyone and anyone can see? Wanna put on a little show?”

You bite your lip and nod obediently. Sam grins down at you as he grips your hips tightly with both hands. He doesn’t even bother looking around as he pulls his hips back, lifts you up until your right foot is barely touching the ground, and then moves up, entering you halfway in one long, single roll of those glorious hips.

“Fuck, baby,” He breathes into the crook of your neck and pulls back, thrusting back up inside you with a choked groan.

“Sam,” You gasp his name as the head of his length rolls over your sweet spot. “Stop talking… just fuck me.”

In response, Sam hooks his arms under your legs and lifts you right up off the ground. Your back scratches roughly against the cold brick wall of the alley, but you lose the will to care as Sam starts pounding into you. He emits short grunts and moans of pleasure against the crook of your neck, and you have no choice but to wrap your arms around his neck and hold on for dear life.

“Ah…yes, yes, Sam…!” You have to bite your lip to keep from screaming his name for the whole block to hear. Sam responds by nipping roughly at your jawline and holding you completely still—well, as still as he can when he’s fucking so hard into you that you think he might just take the wall of the alley down. With a gasping cry, you tip your head forward and sob into his jacket as another explosive orgasm comes out of nowhere.

Sam groans louder as your release streams down his cock, soaking the fabric of his jeans and his boxers. He waits until you’ve gone limp before pulling out, setting you down, and spinning you around. Your cheek meets the cold brick wall, and Sam roughly kicks your legs apart as he lines up and thrusts back in.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” Sam grunts as his cock twitches. “Gonna cum inside you.”

You gasp as he coaxes more slick from your wrecked pussy. It streams down your thighs, and you almost want to burst into tears from the burning pleasure between your legs. He hasn’t even touched your clit and you’re already a dripping mess. “Please, Sam…”

Sam rocks his hips slowly and slides one hand up your bank until he’s gripping the hair at the base of your neck. “Want me to cum inside you?” he asks, his voice a breathy husk against the shell of your ear. “Out here in public? Gonna show everyone how you look with cum dripping outta your cunt?”

“Yes!” You choke on a sob as he grips you tighter, thrusts just a little harder. You don’t know if you’ve had orgasms one after another or if he’s just kept you cumming this entire time—you’re still dripping off his balls and onto the pavement below.

Sam’s hips stutter, and then he’s cumming, pumping hot and wet inside you. His teeth scrape your shoulder, and then it’s over, hard and fast enough to leave his head spinning just a little.

“Holy shit.” He pulls out, wincing, and watches as you press your thighs together, trying to rearrange your ruined panties before his load drips down your wet thighs. Quickly, he tucks himself back in his jeans and fixes his clothing. “C’mon. let’s get back to the motel.”

The two of you start walking back, Sam with his usual long, purposeful stride, you with some difficulty, but you are surprisingly able to keep up with him. He chuckles when you stumble in the parking lot, a look of mixed arousal and dread on your face as a small stream of cum escapes past the barrier of your panties and creates a white line on your skin.

“How does it feel?” he asks when you’re safely back in the motel room.

You take a few seconds before responding. “Hot… wet… I can feel it dripping from my pussy.”

His eyes darken. “Strip. Bend over the bed.”

You obediently take off your clothes, leaving your sneakers on as you drop your panties to the ground. Turning away from him, you lean over, arching your back and spreading your legs slightly. Sam hums with approval as he steps over, using his thumb and forefinger to spread the sticky lips of your pussy. A white swell blurts from your hole and drips down over your folds, sliding down to join the rest in the stream on your thigh, and he feels his cock twitch with interest.

“That’s beautiful,” he says, pulling his hand away and allowing you to straighten up. “Mind if I keep you this way for the next few days?”

You shiver at the idea of being filled with him over and over again. If he keeps fucking like he just has, you know you’re in for an extra fun weekend. “Yes,” you murmur, “keep me filled up with your cum, Sam.”

He chuckles, running his palm up over your ass before landing a sharp THWACK! on your tender skin. “Thatta girl,” he praises. “Let’s clean up and get you something to eat. You’re gonna need your strength.”

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dontgotothenetherworld · 4 years

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white elephant

ok so i know it’s pretty much canon that like all beetlejuice characters are canon (and i therefore apologize for my previous xmas fic) but i had this really cute idea, and it doesn’t have to be xmas in particular, it can be a general gift giving thing.

(you should google the rules if you really want to know how it’s played, bc i’m not very good at explaining it.)

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delia was the one who suggested the family do white elephant in the first place. she partly did it because with all the new people added to her family, she didn’t think she could find a meaningful gift for everyone. also, it’d be fun!

once delia explained the rules, an evil grin spread across beetlejuice’s face.

lydia quickly jumped in, “nothing gross, beej!”

the smile fell. “what do you mean by gross?” he asked slowly.

“if you can imagine those two,” she pointed at the maitlands, “being grossed out, it’s gross.”

“hey!” the maitlands, said, in unison, both equally offended.

“what? you’re the ones who are the most easily grossed out, so it’s a safe guideline to go by. i’m doing you a favor!”

the maitlands grumbled, but lydia was right.

“oo! and to make it more fun, we should guess who bought what!” charles suggested.

“that is a brilliant idea sweetie, but i don’t think lydia and beetlejuice can wrap presents, so it’d be kinda obvious.” delia replied.

“to be fair, i don’t know how to wrap presents either.” said charles.

“i think we should try it a normal way this year, and maybe next year we can try your idea.”

“fair enough.”

as soon as beetlejuice confirmed the conversation was over, he popped out of the house. honestly, who knows where he went. honestly, i’m picturing one of those montages from cartoons where the character goes across a bunch of contrasting landscapes.

lydia went straight to depths of amazon and etsy. she was looking for the weirdest thing the internet had to offer. ok maybe not the depths, she was kinda lazy, but it wasn’t the first page at least.

adam literally just googled “gag gifts” and clicked on the first few links he found.

delia decided to, uh, diy a gift. she was planning on making a really shitty diy, and pretend that she was really proud of it. yes it was a bit emotionally manipulating, but it was the spirit of the game.

charles went to target. he thought his gift was hilarious, but i’m not sure if everyone else has his sense of humor.

barbara debated what she should do. should she make something? should she get like a silly board game or something? what was it that lydia liked...? memes! barbara was going to get a meme gift!

when the white elephant exchange finally arrived, everyone had their gift to present, and were excited to begin.

as delia passed around the hat with the numbers in it, lydia attempted to figure out which gift she wanted to open.

there were three really small gifts, including hers, and one huge, poorly wrapped one. what the hell had beetlejuice gotten?

“i got number one!” charles exclaimed when he opened his slip of paper. he grabbed lydia’s gift, which was put in a little green bag.

“i see you didn’t try to wrap this.” everyone glanced at beetlejuice’s gift, including beetlejuice.

he threw the tissue paper onto the floor, and carefully lifted the item inside. it was a little crochet baby yoda. made even smaller in charles’ hands.

“i’m stealing that.” said barbara at the same time beetlejuice said, “give me the babey, charles.”

“what number do you have?” beetlejuice asked barbara.

“two.”

“ha! i have three!”

charles handed over the baby yoda to barbara and considered his options again. he picked up both adam and barbara’s and shook them lightly, trying to figure out which one he should pick.

“just pick one already!” lydia yelled impatiently.

“alright, alright.” he picked up adam’s gift. he took the little ribbon that was on the box, and placed it on delia’s forehead. it fell off immediately.

charles let out one of those dad chuckles when he saw what was inside. light saber chopsticks. “i might need to figure out how to use chopsticks now.”

“might.” said lydia, contemplatively.

charles hugged his chopsticks to his chest.

beetlejuice faced barbara and wordlessly held out his hand. she sighed and dropped the baby yoda into his open palm.

she picked up delia’s gift, “this should be a safe one to choose, right?”

“yup!” delia replied, a liar’s smile on her face.

barbara smiled and ripped the wrapping paper off. “omg! it’s a box!” she joked. cut to small laughs from adam, delia, and charles. she ripped the tape off, and lifted the gift out of the box. it was a shit delia had made, made of strips of other shirts. there were strips of graphic tees, sweaters, cheetah print, and neon. it was absolutely hideous, exactly as delia had planned.

“i hope you like it! i put a lot of time into making it!” delia tried her best not to laugh.

barbara’s smile faltered, “i love it!” she lied, not wanting to make delia feel bad.

everyone else looked awkwardly at each other, was this a joke...?

delia couldn’t help herself anymore, she burst out in laughter, “don’t worry honey, i meant for it to look bad.”

barbara let out a sigh of relief. “good, because this is horrible.”

“or high fashion.” beetlejuice commented. lydia nodded.

“okay, my turn!” delia jumped up and walked over to beetlejuice’s gift. she tried to pick it up to bring it back to where she was sitting, but it was far heavier than she was expecting. and far heavier than she could lift.

she glanced at beetlejuice with a concerned look on her face.

“go ahead, open it!” beeteljuice enthused.

she ripped the wrapping paper. “what the hell?” she gazed upon a window. a stained glass window, depicting a sunset, or sunrise, over a lake.

“beetlejuice... where did you get this?”

“nevermind that, do you like it?”

“uh... yes?” delia said.

“i love it!” screamed lydia. she looked at her number, “and i think i’m ‘bout to steal it!” she waddled over to the window.

“lydia, it’s my turn.” adam said.

lydia stopped for a second, as if she was loading. “oops. but if you steal this, i’m gonna steal it from you, so... choose wisely.” she waddled back to her seat.

“since it’s my turn,” he looked pointedly at lydia, “i would like that baby yoda, please.”

“adam, i mean this sincerely,” he handed adam the doll, “fuck you.”

adam blew him a kiss.

beetlejuice sighed and considered his remaining options. there was barbara’s gift, or charles’ gift. barbara’s was a really really tiny box, charles put his in a small bag.

“this better be good.” he picked up charles’ bag.

he greedily pulled the tissue paper out of the bag, and grabbed his gift. “socks?” beetlejuice asked, “plain white socks?”

charles began laughing a contagious laughter. although they weren’t quite sure why it was funny, everyone else began to laugh as well.

lydia finally stopped laughing first, and she stood up. “attention, everyone, it’s my turn. attention, it’s my turn.” she strode over to the stained glass window.

“you don’t want to open mine?” barbara attempted to guilt lydia into opening it.

it worked.

lydia sat, cross legged, in the middle of everyone as she ripped the wrapping paper off. and she ripped the wrapping paper off. and she ripped the wrapping paper off. and she ripped the wrapping paper off. “how small is this thing?” asked lydia as she took the fourth layer off.

“small.” said barbara, helpfully.

lydia finally peeled off the fifth, and final layer to reveal a little box. she took the top of the box open to reveal a pepe pin.

“omg barbara, i love it.” she pinned the frog onto the collar of her all black outfit.

adam stood up, with his baby yoda clutched in his fist, “well i guess this game is over! it was loads of fun, i’ll see y’all later!�� he began to walk off.

“hold on, there, adam. the first person gets to go again.” charles explained.

adam turned to find charles’ outstretched palm. “give me the child.” charles whispered.

“goddammit.” he dropped the doll. “wait, i can’t have my own gift.”

“fair enough, i guess you can steal from someone else.” said delia.

adam looked at all the gifts. he didn’t particularly want any of it.

“adam, i’m begging you, take these socks. i want the light sabers, please.” said beetlejuice.

“twist my arm.” adam said. he handed beetlejuice the chopsticks, and took the socks.

@meangirlsx @meangirlmurphy

this was so fun to write omfg i’m sorry if it’s hard to follow

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tippitv · 5 years

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Supernatural recap: 15.04 “Atomic Monsters”

Howdy, recap readers! It's going to be a short one this week as I'm currently battling a cold that's evolved into an ear infection that is currently making me about as well-balanced as a baby giraffe on ice skates. I considered skipping this episode entirely but there were things I really wanted to cover about it.

Namely, there's this opening scene in the bunker. Everything is lit red like a security system has been breached. Indeed, the place is swarming with monsters of some kind. Demons? Yes. Demons. Dean is coolly going about killing them in ballet-like slow motion that speeds back up for the fatal blows.

You can tell at once from the directorial choices that things aren't quite right. The aforementioned lighting is one sign. The influx of demons is another. Then there's Dean's very full beard and imperfect hair. I mean, his hair IS perfect because there's nothing he could do to make it ugly. But it's not its usual texture-puttied self. It's messy and dry, down on his forehead. Dean has obviously not had time to devote to it. All he's got is genetics. The infinity scarf he's sporting is also some kind of indicator of some kind of thing. Maybe it's a sign that he's now some kind of sexy post-apocalyptic lumberjack assassin.

Anyway, what I'm saying is that Ackles, who directed this episode, injected more creativity than regular directors tend to. Which, you know, I get it. Not every episode is going to be innovative. They have a limited schedule and budget. But it does get to a point where many scenes in many episodes feel as if they don't need directors at all. Just have everyone sit down and talk or walk from point A to point B and talk. It gets to be a bit paint-by-numbers so it's nice to have an injection of someone's energy and point of view who's not one of the four or five main directors.

Ah, here's the part where I momentarily lost my shit.

Dean offs a bunch of demons and then pauses when he finds BENNY THE MUTHAFUCKIN FRIENDLY VAMPIRE critically wounded. I've made no secret of the fact that Benny's one of my favorite short-term characters. He had a fantastic intro and a tragic send-off that came too soon.

He dies again (NOOOO) after telling Dean once more, "See you on the other side, brother."

Dean resumes stalking around the bunker in search of the mysterious enemy who turns out to be Sam. Sam's hair is especially bouffant now, which I think is one of the usual indicators of his state of evilness.

And indeed he has returned to imbibing demon blood for reasons we're not yet privy to. We know from their chat that he killed Bobby and Jody (NOOOO) because they got in the way of his doing something. Dean tries to talk some sense into him but Sam's eyes go black and he telekinetically breaks his bro's neck.

In the present day, a non-demonic Sam wakes up with a start. He doesn't tell Dean which means at some point we're going to get an angry confrontation about why Sam didn't mention sooner that something was wrong.

Also, I don't know if Sam is supposed to be a full vegetarian these days but at the least he doesn't eat meat-based bacon anymore, so Dean lying about the kind of bacon he's been buying is a dick move. Also, we're super late in the timeline for Dean's masculinity to still be so fragile. Stop acting like a bite of soybean is going to make your testicles detach from your body and Plinko their way down your pants legs.

Okay so the A-plot is this: Sam and Dean investigate a high school cheerleader's death. It's immediately apparent that the parents of some lacrosse boy are involved because they have that standard "we're vaguely familiar Canadian actors whose characters get more attention than non-villains would warrant" introduction. Now, in a logical world, Sam and Dean would immediately peg them for murderers or at least accomplices, because they've seen this pattern play out many times, but then the A-plot would be over. Long story short: Their son got turned into a vampire but they want him to have a normal life where they live vicariously through his lacrosse successes at Yale. The kid's less of a monster than his parents, and volunteers himself for a beheading. It's a little bit sad but we spent more time on misdirection than getting to know him. It was too late to cure him but Dean could've mentioned his pal Benny who gave up killing. Then Sam could've made an uncomfortable face that communicated "THIS IS RELEVANT TO MY VISION BUT I CAN'T SAY ANYTHING."

Noteworthy is the use of Jensen Ackles's own song "Sounds of Someday" over the ending of this plot. He has a lovely singing voice and it's different enough from his Dean speaking voice (no gargling with gravel here) that I'm not sure I'd notice if I were just a casual viewer.

Now for the B-plot which is actually the more important plot to the season: the return of Supernatural fangirl Becky.

As with probably many of you, my first reaction was to shudder because eight years wasn't enough for me to forgive and forget the utter grossness of "Time for a Wedding!" That one's right up there with the manwitch dog episode for grossness with me. But Becky's gotten herself sorted out and is disgusted by her own actions towards Sam back then, so I'm kind of glad she showed up.

Who else shows up? Chuck Almighty. In need of an ego boost, he intrudes upon Becky's life. She's got herself a handsome husband and cute kids now, and her own Etsy store selling handcrafted Supernatural merch, but she feels a grain of pity for her old boyfriend. Thinking he's an abandoned prophet, she encourages him to get back to writing, but has a little bit of concrit for his new Sam and Dean fluff fic.

Y'all ever had a fic writer who said they wanted a beta reader but then got super mad at even the most helpful advice? Yeah, that's Chuck.

So he starts writing another story. This one is tortured and dark and painful. I think it's basically supposed to be Sam's dream from the opening. But I think the show fundamentally misunderstands something about fans and writing here. Becky says she hates the story because it's dark and hopeless. That's not necessarily why fans hate certain endings. A dark seemingly hopeless ending can feed a fandom for decades and spawn a million fics. But one that isn't earned? One that doesn't feel like a natural outcome of what came before? That's the stuff of shit heaps. That's the stuff people hate.

In writing, a gut punch is good. A sucker punch is bad.

Chuck finally reveals to Becky that he's God by disappearing her husband, her kids, and eventually her, too. Now he's just gonna squat in her house and use her computer. Ex-boyfriends are the worst, amirite?

So that's it for this week. Please reblog if you enjoyed this recap and visit my virtual tip jar if you can: https://ko-fi.com/A4017DA

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cptnsantiago · 4 years

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take me home

1/?

~ compulsive

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Jake Peralta is a compulsive shopper.

From massage chairs to more massage chairs, if Jake sees something he wants, he gets it. This debt inducing habit lessens when he started dating Amy, but not even her rational thinking effect could stop him at times. Only two months into their relationship Jake had bought an actual lightsaber . Not the fake plastic ones for children, but the ones that look so real that even Amy geeked out a little when she saw it.

Marriage had brought this habit to almost a complete halt. With Amy’s master budgeting, Jake still had a little money to spend on whatever he wanted, but even he had just been putting it into savings for their future .

Their future involving a family, a new house for their family to grow one day. Amy couldn’t be more proud of how he had matured, still managing to keep the goofy personality that she fell in love with. She falls more in love with him every day, and she doesn’t want the feeling to ever go away.

So she thinks her heart might explode the day they figure out she’s pregnant. They had been trying for just under six months, and he had been so involved in her binders and her anxieties. He was there every step of the way, to listen to her fears and discussing the best positions for conceiving before making a very appropriate title of your sextape joke. When she realised they were out of pregnancy tests, he sprinted to the bodega and back in under ten minutes so they could know .

When the timer is up, he’s finally caught his breath but immediately loses it again when Amy is nodding her head frantically, a smile stretched on her face and fat tears falling down her cheeks. He spends some time with her crying on the bathroom floor before he’s rushing to get the pregnancy binder they had been working on together. So they spend the day reading the crap out of the binder, making doctors appointments, more research.

This is when Jake’s dangerous habit makes a comeback.

A bout of sickness had come over her in the late afternoon, leaving her exhausted beyond what she could possibly understand. Except she understood, because of the reading.

Amy last remembers resting her head on Jake’s lap, one of his hands stroking her hair while the other held his phone, still researching while a movie played in the background.

It’s dark outside when she awakes. Jake now has his laptop balanced on one leg while her head still rests on the other. Amy groans, burying her face in his stomach as she stretches her limbs out. “I don’t know if I like pregnancy.”

“It’s only been a day, Ames, give it a chance.” Jake teases, his spare hand moving back to stroke loose strands of hair out of her face. “Good morning, babe.”

“You feel this tired and nauseous for a day and see how you feel.” Amy sighs, a smile still unable to stay off her face at the feeling of his hands in her hair. “What time is it?”

“8:30?” Jake guesses, before looking at his screen and confirming it with a nod. “Yikes, I’ve been on Amazon for three hours.”

“I’ve been out for three hours ?” Amy gasps, “I haven’t napped this hard since I got the flu in college and had to ask for… an extension .”

Jake takes a moment to laugh at how upset she still was about extending a paper all those years ago. “Okay, nerd. You’ve actually been asleep for about four and a half hours.”

“Four and a half hours?” Jake flinches at her screech but quickly recovers. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“It’s been a big day. You needed it.” Jake shrugs with a smile, “Plus I tried. You were passed out . Almost took you to the hospital but your breathing was fine.”

“I love you, weirdo.” Amy kisses him quickly before looking at the laptop screen. “Jake-”

“Now before you say anything-”

“Jake, you have 27 things in your cart!”

“It’s all important, I promise!”

Amy snatches the laptop out of his grip, scrolling quickly through the contents of the list. All baby things. Mostly onesies, but also a few books, a rattle. Amy then looks at the onesies. Novelty ones, of course.

Dad’s a muggle, mam’s a witch.

I still live with my parents.

World’s most expensive alarm clock.

I pooped today!

Yippee ki-yay mother father

Those were her favourites. Amy can’t decide if she’s furious or overwhelmed by love for the worst compulsive shopper she’s met in her life.

“I was gonna get rid of most of them, but they’re all so cute, Ames!” Jake pleads, chewing slightly on the inside of his cheek. “I mean Yippee ki-yay mother father !? That might be the best thing ever.”

“I like the Harry Potter ones.” Amy mumbles, “Although you wouldn’t be a muggle, you’d be a wonderful wizard.”

“ Please , I could kick Harry’s ass any day.” Jake scoffs.

“Okay, sure , you could kick the chosen one’s ass.” Amy rolls her eyes affectionately, messing up his hair up slightly. “Anyway, we can’t get any of this.”

“ Amy. ”

“ Jacob. ”

“Pleeeeease!”

“Jake, you’re spiralling.” Amy says sternly, “We need to have our doctors appointment first. It could be a false positive, an ectopic pregnancy-”

“Amy, you know that won’t happen.” Jake closes the laptop and puts it on the coffee table so he can take her hands.

“It could.” Amy shrugs, “Look, I’m just being cautious. And even so, we’d make a registry so other people can buy us things.”

“Ohh, you’re so smart.” Jake laughs, happy to change subjects. “Let me just get the Die Hard and Harry Potter ones?”

“I don’t want to enable this compulsive shopping habit.” Amy tells him, “We’ll end up with seven different breast pumps.”

“We’re going to end up with seven different breast pumps because of Charles, you know that.” Amy snorts lightly at this, “Ames, I promise you aren’t enabling a habit. Just those two things.”

“Okay.” Amy picks up the laptop again happily, “Just these two things.”

Amy was foolish. She was a fool in love with a compulsive shopper.

To be fair, it could be much worse . The big important things, he leaves for the registry. But when it comes to clothes and books, he was out of control. Especially after they find out they’re having a girl.

Amy’s growing love for her husband overpowers her annoyance at the Amazon deliveries every other week. Jake almost always has a shopping tab open on his laptop and his work computer. She knows that Charles also enables it, makes it worse even.

But Jake agrees to run every purchase by her so he doesn’t get anything completely unnecessary. So arriving home early one afternoon she’s surprised (but completely not shocked at all) to see a package she doesn’t recognise in their mailbox. It’s not Amazon.

Strange.

So she makes her way upstairs, collapsing on the couch with her hand resting on her small bump and resting for a moment before picking up the package again. Ripping the package open, a quiet gasp leaves her mouth and she feels herself immediately tear up at the soft book in her hands.

Animal Crosswords.

On the back, the small description tells her the book contained mini crosswords to help toddlers learn their animals while having fun . At the bottom they advertise other books such as Colourful Crosswords and Shape Crosswords .

It was perfect. Amy didn’t bother to stop the tears as she flipped through the book.

One across, an animal that goes ‘oink’ . Four down, an animal that goes ‘baa’ .

Amy loves Jake, so much . Jake loves their kid, so much . She can barely comprehend every emotion she’s feeling, and it’s not long before she’s sobbing.

This was easily Jake’s best purchase. Everything he bought was less compulsive and more thoughtful. The massage chairs back when they weren’t together were still compulsive, but it had transformed. It transformed into thoughtful, wonderful, adorable purchases. Amy was so lucky, and so was their baby.

Amy calms down to soft hiccups by the time Jake walks through their front door a half hour later. His panic has him immediately on his knees next to her, wiping the dried tears off her cheeks and frantically asking if she was okay. This starts a fresh wave of tears, but she’s almost smiling and giggling which changes his concern to confusion.

Being the detective he is, he soon spots the book in her hands and groans, “Damn it, I was gonna surprise you with that. I know I didn’t approve it w-”

Amy interrupts him with a kiss, his cheeks and mouth soon soaked with the tears that just don’t stop coming . “I hate hormones.”

“They’re definitely weird.” Jake chuckles nervously, “Do you like it?”

“I love it.” Amy laughs, wiping her cheeks again. “Where did you find this?”

“Etsy .” Jake tells her, “Homemade crafts and shit, Rosa told me about it. I suspect she sells jewellery on there.”

“Oh definitely .” Amy agrees, “I’ve been looking for it for a year.”

“Anyway, I just got one for now because I wanted to know what you thought about it.” Jake’s hand moves to her stomach as he speaks. “I know it’s not very useful for her for a little while but she’s half you so she’s destined to be a bit nerdy like her mom.”

“I love it, Jake. It’s so thoughtful, that’s why I’m so emotional.” Amy runs her fingers through his hair, smiling again when he presses a kiss to the top of her stomach.

“Also hormones.” Jake teases, another kiss to the side of her belly where they could both feel her kicking. “I’m glad though, because I contacted the account about making a spanish version for her.”

Amy whimpers as she tries to stop more tears from falling. “Really?” “Of course, it’s a great way to teach her I thought. And Rachel, the creator, agreed.”

“How l did I get such a perfect husband?” Amy drags him to eye level so she can kiss him softly. “And the perfect dad already, she’s not even born.”

Jake shrugs, poking her nose and her bump. “Being the perfect husband is easy. Because you deserve the world. Both of you. My girls.”

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volleydorkscentral · 5 years

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ANSWER ALL OF THE QUESTIONS IN THE UNUSUAL ASK GAME, YOU COWARD.

First of all:

Second, questions under the cut:

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? - Spotify! all the way. i hoarse my bf’s account so he can never listen but i don’t care it’s mine now it’s full of my music and my playlists and whenever i’m listening to it and it suddenly changes cause he tries to use it on his phone I call him, “are you using spotify?” “oh. i mean i can listen to something else?” “cool, thanks!” and i get my music back. :D

is your room messy or clean? - it’s somewhere in between. my actual ROOM (bed room, i assume) is pretty clean, except i never make the bed. but the house is .. a work in progress. it’s not dirty but it’s cluttered so my bf and I are having to work together to clear that and build shelves and stuff for more storage space.

what color are your eyes? - dark brown! (with little green flecks when I cry)

do you like your name? why? - Not really? i don’t hate it. My mom wanted to name me Savannah but they had her sign the certificate while she was still drugged from her c-section so it ended up as Crystal?? Idk. She named her dolls Crystal when she was a kid.

what is your relationship status? - dating for almost six years.

how many times a week do you shower? uhhh idk. I don’t shower every day (unless i get gross). AT LEAST four times… but I don’t wash my hair every time cause that’s bad for my hair. I SHOWER WHEN I AM DIRTY.

favorite tv show? does Haikyuu!! count? that’s probably a given. HM. Well, we don’t have cable so I don’t watch a lot of NEW shows? …. OH. Duh. Fuckin me I’m a dumbass. Bob’s Burgers. I literally have it on ALL THE TIME. I don’t like silence so it’s ALWAYS on in the background if i’m not listening to music. I’ve seen every episode a zillion times. I can usually pinpoint every scene and the major lines/jokes.

shoe size? most brands it’s 5 1/2

how tall are you? SHORTER THAN NISHINOYA BUT TALLER THAN YACHI. I’m like… 5ft-5’1 depending on how much my back hurts. (i used that earlier and someone said it was funny and i’m trash so i’ll repeat it here!)

sandals or sneakers? i wear Bobs LOL. (knock off toms) and i’ve got one pair of sneakers and sometimes I wear my ballet flats around even though my bf says they look dumb fuck u they’re comfy.

do you go to the gym? No. I used to, but where I live now it’d be like a 45 min drive. I don’t really LIKE gyms though? working out is boring to me. No matter how hard I try. I’d love to start dancing again for real.

describe your dream date - April 25th because it’s not too cold and not too hot. Okay but jk that’s a lie where I live it’s balls hot in april. Idk. I’d like to go hiking when it’s not very hot? Take my dog, let her run around. Take a picnic. Sit in a grassy field and talk about dumb shit cause we know each other’s dreams and hopes by now.

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? UHM. fuck like…. $27? i know there’s a twenty and a handful of ones. And a handful of change.

what color socks are you wearing? - NONE. MY FEET ARE COLD. FOREVER COLD.

how many pillows do you sleep with? - pft like 6.

do you have a job? what do you do? - No; I quit after being over worked, under appreciated, cheated out of my paychecks a few times, and no job still due to lingering health issues.

how many friends do you have? answered this already!

whats the worst thing you have ever done? - UHM. Idk i haven’t murdered anyone. I don’t like this question cause if i really try to answer it i’ll spiral into a frustrated, furious depression and self-hatred so… NOPE.

whats your favorite candle scent? i’ve got this candle i got from etsy that’s like… Scottish Highlands? It’s grassy and kinda MAGICY.

3 favorite boy names - i don’t really have favorite names?

3 favorite girl names - answered already

favorite actor? god idk. i’m so bad with names and celebrities. uhm. I really like don’t have a favorite. I LIKE a bunch. Benedict Cumberbatch; Freddie Highmore… uhm. uh. Hugh Laurie?

favorite actress? IDK OKAY?? I LIKE a bunch but i don’t favorite?? I really like Gwendoline Christie. Uhm. Anne Hathaway makes me laugh. MAGGIE SMITH. how could i forget!??!

who is your celebrity crush? I LEGIT don’t have one.

favorite movie? CLUE takes the top spot most days.

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? I used to read a lot more. The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

money or brains? personality, bitch.

do you have a nickname? what is it? not *really* but people online used to call me Chrys. My bf calls me ‘sweetie’ sometimes but he also calls the dog that so… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

how many times have you been to the hospital? - uhm. like the er? Once when I broke my arm. Doc in the box? Not since 2017.

top 10 favorite songs - PFT. Uhm. Jesus just let me die a little. Excluding all Disney; Not in any order:

No One - Biometrix

Danser - Lisandro Cuxi

A Single Moment of Sincerity (E) - Asking Alexandria (the band I was listening to when I designed my rockstar MC that I love so much)

The Annabel Trilogy (a series of 3 albums) - Alesana. Can’t pick a single song because they’re all a part of a huge story. Listen to them.

Chucky vs. The Giant Tortoise - Dance Gavin Dance

Anticoagulant - Sianvar

Ohioisonfire - Of Mice & Men

Coincidance - Handsome Dancer (Watch the Video for the love of god. THANKS ASH FOR THIS GEM)

Devil’s Backbone - The Civil Wars

Still Here - Digital Daggers (i’ve been listening it to a lot for inspiration for a new AU so… yup. That’s gonna be fun and painful)

do you take any medications daily? - yup

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) - i got dry ass skin it sucks

what is your biggest fear? - uhm… physical fear? idk. Heights is a big one that I developed? I used to not care but a while ago I was walking on a bridge and I just… looked over and got FUCKING DIZZZY with nausea and fear that I was gonna fall and almost fainted.

how many kids do you want? - HONESTLY… one or two.

whats your go to hair style? - tried to brush but gave up so just threw it in a claw clip

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) - moderate? one story, four bedrooms. big ass yard though for the dog

who is your role model? - I don’t really have one.

what was the last compliment you received? - answered already

what was the last text you sent? - actual TEXT message? ‘as long as there’s someone with her overnight she’ll be okay during the day cause of the dog door and stuff. just play with her before you go to work and maybe hide some treats around the house for her to hunt for’ - texting my friend that’s gonna house sit while we go on a family vacation soon.

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? - UH idk the age? i know I saw my mom writing scavenger cards though. My fam has never had a lot of money so to make Christmas more interesting my mom/grandparents (we lived with them till I was in 3rd grade) would make these elaborate scavenger hunts for me and my cousins to do to find our presents around the house or out in the barn or, on one memorable occasion, at the bottom of our pool! Good memories.

what is your dream car? - one that RUNS and has badass AC and speakers

opinion on smoking? - hate it. please don’t do it around me. my bf’s family alllllll smoke all the time and i get so sick when i have to go on vacation with them and be around it for a long time.

do you go to college? - i DID. I went to Culinary school and majored in Baking & Pastry

what is your dream job? - Author or Dog Trainer

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? - rural as all hell. give me trees, cows, and horses.

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? Not usually? but usually the people i’m with do.

do you have freckles? Not on my face (except one) but i’ve got more like… on my arms and just randomly all over but i dont think ‘freckles’ would be what anyone thinks of when they think of me

do you smile for pictures? - only if i’m forced to be in them

how many pictures do you have on your phone? - HAHAHAHAHAHA. Well. Before I got my new phone it was over 10k. Now though its only about 2k.

have you ever peed in the woods? - Only when I was camping.

do you still watch cartoons? - ALL THE GODDAMN TIME

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? - neither. but i HATE WENDYS and can tolerate McD’s fries and they’ve got ballin’ sweet tea so I guess McD.

Favorite dipping sauce? this honey dijon creamy thing at my favorite French restaurant but idk what is is.

what do you wear to bed? - t-shirt

have you ever won a spelling bee? - YUP. 2nd grade.

what are your hobbies? - writing, crocheting, photography, reading, uh… i forget what else

can you draw? when i was doing it all the time i did ok? but i’m WAY TOO IMPATIENT now a days to do it.

do you play an instrument? - no but i wish i did :(

what was the last concert you saw? - i’ve never been to a concert. crowds are icky

tea or coffee? - tea!

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? - already answered this

do you want to get married? - Yes pls

what is your crush’s first and last initial? - (bf, but I suppose i still have a crush on him? is love considered a crush?) J. Y.

are you going to change your last name when you get married? god yes. my current last name is my shitbag of a sperm doner and i hate it. my mom kept it after they divorced only cause she thought her maiden name would be too hard for me to spell but i would give anything to have that name instead

what color looks best on you? - idk. i prefer black but i’ve been told green and certain shades of pink/yellow.

do you miss anyone right now? - not until i thought about it, thanks

do you sleep with your door open or closed? open so my pupper can go in and out

do you believe in ghosts? not until i’m faced with darkness and creepy things

what is your biggest pet peeve? people chewing their food loud. people not picking up after themselves. people interrupting me (but not in the excited, OMG way. that we can work though) but in the ‘i don’t care what you’re saying i’m going to talk now’ way

last person you called` - my bf to discuss plans for his brother’s bday

favorite ice cream flavor? cookies n’ cream!

regular oreos or golden oreos? DOUBLE STUFF OF EITHER

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? FUCK SPRINKLES

what shirt are you wearing? a shirt that has my dog’s face on it :D

what is your phone background? - the art that Ash drew of Bokuto from my fic Just a Taste!!

are you outgoing or shy? - i hate talking to strangers but with my friends i’m pretty fucking loud and chatty

do you like it when people play with your hair? only people i know

do you like your neighbors? nope. he’s an asshole who neglected his dog and i wanna skin him alive

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? i do my best to remember to do it at night but i always do it when i shower

have you ever been high? yup.

have you ever been drunk? yup

last thing you ate? BIRTHDAY CAKE

favorite lyrics right now - idk? i guess the first lyrics that came to mind, even though they’re not my favorite, just ones that i like and were stuck in my head for a while: “All of the handsome fiction / will melt away / and when the flame burns brighter / Evaporate” Evaporate - Dance Gavin Dance

summer or winter? WINTER FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. IT’S SO FUCKING HOT IN SUMMER I DIE EVERY DAY

day or night? both have their merits

dark, milk, or white chocolate? - all chocolate but i prefer white to just EAT.

favorite month? uhm. uhh. November maybe? for NaNoWriMo.

what is your zodiac sign - pftt.. i think i used to be a Gemini? i don’t believe in all that stuff

who was the last person you cried in front of? - ….. my dog? but probably my mom and Grandmother when my GM basically said my bf didn’t love me and was a shit human being and i was a shit granddaughter for loving him. i was both upset and furious and i walked away from them. (my mom called and apologized, but i haven’t spoken to my GM since)

THERE ASH ARE YOU GODDAMN HAPPY. that took so long LOL (I hope the formatting came through I had to redo it on this tumblr page UGH)

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