amy in that last close up

id honestly give so much to see a b99 episode of the squad going camping together one day. like, mayhem ensues, gems include:

  • rosa telling scary campfire stories and jake lowkey clinging onto amy for dear life
  • charles attempting to cook a gourmet bbq for the squad but something inevitably catches on fire
  • hitchcock and scully getting lost and jake and rosa attempting to search for them in the woods
  • gina building a Luxury Tent ™ and filming people for her blog 
  • terry relaxing in the corner playing kwazy cupcakes, oblivious to everything that is going on 
  • holt knowing a shocking amount of professional wilderness survival skills and prepares to chip in with lifesaving advice at the last minute, every time
  • however he surprisingly doesn’t account for amy bringing and memorising two binders’ worth of wilderness skills herself
  • holt and amy end up having a lowkey mentor mentee competition as to Who Knows What To Do Best in every situation that comes up. rosa ends up winning due to girl scout experience
  • bonus: 3 am and the entire squad rests peacefully around the campfire together after an Eventful day. jake is huddled close to amy for warmth, rosa is chatting with gina, charles is proudly serving everyone food (hitchcock and scully openly love it), holt is curiously watching terry’s kwazy cupcakes game. everyone can hear holt periodically saying things like “that was an error, i would swipe up instead of left.” 
  • the whole squad swap old stories and inside jokes, and all silently agree that this trip was a success. 
Anything For You- Hercules Mulligan X Reader

day 7 of the write-a-thon: oak needs some love from the fandom, so the last day is dedicated to him. write a piece for him, hercules or madison!

character chosen: hercules mulligan


warnings: abusive relationship, panic attack

“Who gave you that black eye?”

I turned around to see Hercules standing behind me.

I instinctively covered my eye. I removed my hand and I shook my head.

“It’s nothing, just the light playing with your eyes.” I shrugged off and I internally cursed myself for not putting enough makeup over it. Lafayette and John looked at me concerned and Alex looked at me with interest.

“Are you sure mon ami?” Lafayette asked cautiously and I nodded.
“Come on, let’s just watch the movie.”

“Okay.” They all agreed and I put the movie in the DVD slot and I rested my head on Herc’s shoulder. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it wasn’t dark outside anymore and everyone else was asleep in the spaces that we had all been sitting last night. Hercules had wrapped an arm around me at some point in the night, preventing me from getting up and making breakfast for them. Preventing me from putting new make up because I knew the the black eye would be visible now.

Damn it.

And of course it would definetly be an issue to my boyfriend who would probably kill me for staying out this late.

Especially since he wanted me home early last night.


I took deep breaths in, my breathing becoming more and more shaky.

He’s gonna kill me. He’s going to-

“Y/N?” I heard Herc asked and I looked at him. He took a deep breath in as well. “How long has he been doing this to you?” He asked and I broke down and I started sobbing into his shirt.

“He’s going to kill me. I was supposed to be home early last night.” I whispered it over and over again.

“Shh. Y/N he’s not going to hurt you any longer. Me and Lafayette will beat him up and tell him to leave you alone, alright? We will move your stuff over here so you can live with us. Or you can live with your cousin. Aaron lives right across the hall anyways.” Hercules said and he held me tightly.

“Mon ami?” I heard Laf ask, extremely concerned.

“It’s her boyfriend. I told her we are going to go and move her stuff to here and make sure he receives the message that he is done with Y/N.”

“Are we bringing Burr along?” Lafayette asked.

“Aaron would probably kill him, not that I trust you guys not to.”

“He deserves worse than death. Y/N you are shaking at the thought of going to your own apartment. ”

“What are you guys saying about Burr?” Alex asked half asleep, probably waking up at the mention of Aaron’s last name.

“Whether we should take him with us to kill her boyfriend.” Lafayette answered and Alex looked at me, his confused look replaced with one of anger.

“I’m coming along as well.”

“Alex you are probably the most likely to kill him besides Herc. He doesn’t deserve death.” I pleaded with them and they fell silent.

“Okay. Hercules, stay here with Y/N and John. Me and Lafayette will tell Burr but we will tell him that you don’t want us to kill him. We won’t kill him, promise.” Alex said, looking at me.

“Thank you.”

“I want to go with though.” Hercules said and Alex shook his head.
“No you’re Y/N’s pillow right now.”

“Am I a good pillow?” Hercules asked me and I looked at him.

“I guess.”

“Okay, we will see you guys in a bit. Try and get some more sleep, mon ami.” Lafayette said while he stood up, smiling down at me. I nodded and rested my head on Herc’s shoulder again.

He stretched out, lying completely down on the couch and I did so as well. He wrapped his arms around me and combed my hair through with his fingers, getting me to relax and fall asleep again.

When I woke up, Hercules still had his arm around me and he was talking very softly.

“John can you please get Alex an ice pack.” He asked and John made a noise but I heard footsteps shuffling. I opened my eyes and I lifted my head up.

“Are you okay, Alex?” I asked sleepily and I felt everyone’s eyes turn to me.

“Yes. I just need to ice my knuckles…” He said sheepishly and I closed my eyes again.

“How bad did you hurt him?”

“Not too badly.”

“I dangled him out of his window.” Lafayette said and I grunted.

“He is alive, correct?”


“Okay, good. Thank you for not killing him.”

“It’s no problem. Oh and Burr wants to talk to you soon.”

“Tell him I’m busy.”

“Cuddling with Herc? I’m sure he will love that answer.” John piqued. I shook my head and I looked at Hercules, who was smiling down at me. I smiled tiredly up at him and I closed my eyes.

“Thank you, Herc.”

“Anything for you.”

You're my home/Part 4

Originally posted by holy-fucking-damn-shit

Warnings: Reader is a young single mom and a lot of Fluff!!!

Notes: So finally here i am with Part 4, first i want to say Im sorry!!!! My life is a mess in the moment… and i have zero inspiration right now, so so sorry. Second, thank you for all the people who are supporting this story, it means a lot <3 And guys, i just can’t write smut, so SORRY! Anyway, i hope you like it!

Part 1  Part 2   Part 3

It has been a week since you last saw Jensen. He and all the cast had to travel to another convention in another city and for your surprise… Woah he didn’t text you. Can you notice the sarcasm? You really weren’t expecting anything, for god’s sake, he was an actor. But a small part of you was a little disappointed.

Of course, it didn’t stop you from when you finally processed the events, started screaming and fangirling. You hooked up with Jensen Ackles after all.

But someone that did text you was Amy, the redhead girl that you met in the convention. You started to text each other, and she told you that she was a photographer and invited you and Lottie to do a photo session. Of course you accepted.

“Smile Lottie!” Amy said with a smile and with the camera in her hands. You tickled your daughter making her laugh and you heard the click. “That’s it! Another smile for me!”

“Ice cream!” Lottie screamed poiting at the ice cream car that passed and you and Amy laughed.

“Okay, I think thats enough for today.” Amy said turning off the camera and you put Lottie on the ground holding her hand.

“Momma I want ice cream.” She said with a pout and you started to walk towards your car.

“I will buy some on the way home babygirl.” You said putting her in the baby seat, and helping Amy to put all the equipament in the car.

“I think the photos were great, I’m so excited to see them.” She said when you started driving.

“Me too!” You said excited as well. “You liked today honey?” You asked looking at your daughter throught the rearview mirror.

“YES!” She screamed. “Carry on son”

“You up to listen to Carry on my wayward son?” You asked to your friend.

“Are you kidding me?” She said excited and put the song on the radio, singing out loud with you and Lottie. For some reason, Lottie loved that song. She loved old rock.

You stopped to get ice cream and of course Lottie got her face dirty with chocolate and you just had to take a picture. Not so long after that, you were all in your house for a… kind of slumber party. Lottie was watching The Little Mermaid and singing along while you and Amy were in the kitchen table seeing in the computer the photos of today.

“I loved this one.” You said poiting at the picture taking a sip of your beer.

“Me too, but this one…” She said passing to the next. “Was definitely my favorite.”

“You’re amazing, I love all the photos.” You said still in ‘awe’ and Amy smiled thanking you. After watching the Little Mermaid, Monster’s Inc and playing with you and Amy, Lottie finally slept. You and Amy started to talk about everything including the convention after you saw the photos she took in the event, and you told her about what happened and she simply freaked out.

“I still can’t believe this.” She said with the beer in her hands. “You’re freakin lucky.”

“Well yeah but…” You started but were interrupted by your phone ‘BIP’, you frowned and got up of the sofa to get your phone. You were more confused when you didn’t recognize the number.

“Who is it?” Amy asked drinking her beer and you struggled.

“No idea.” You said opening your phone reading the text from the unknown number.

‘Hey, apparently you missed a number when you wrote your phone to me and I’ve been talking to a Bob for a week…. Anyway just now I discovered your real number. How are you?’

“What the fuck….” You mumbled confused with the message but your phone lit up again.

‘Oh, by the way, it’s Jensen :)’ 

“Holy crap.” You said widening your eyes and Amy looked at you confused.

“What?” She asked but you didn’t say anything. “(Y/N)?” She said getting up and looking at your phone. Her chin fell and she put her hand in her mouth to hold the scream. You looked at each other but nothing came out of neither one of your mouths.

“Answer it!” Amy cried when she finally could say something and you looked at her with wide eyes.

“I don’t know what to say!” You said and closed your eyes when the words got out of your mouth. You were sounding like a teenage girl. He was a normal guy, like any other guy around.

But… maybe you were so shocked and paralyzed because the other guys around never texted you back. He was not the type you were used to. Unfortunaly, you were used to jerks.

“(Y/N) I don’t think he is lying. Yeah I was not here, but…” Amy said reffering to the situation you told her. The moment when he left and you got a little disappointed because you though he was making up excuses to go away.

“I didn’t consider he was lying.” You said with a small smile “Okay….” You said taking a deep breath looking at your phone.

‘I’m sure that Bob was a really nice guy for you to talk to him for a week… Haha, I’m okay, just saw some photos of the convention. How about you?’ 

“This is perfect, send it.” She said making you two laugh a little. You sent it, and forgot your phone in the kitchen while you and Amy finished the beers, talking and watching Sex in the City. She was an amazing girl, you two were already good friends and you were sure that this friendship would last.

“Okay now I have to go, I have to photograph a couple tomorrow.” Amy said getting up from the sofa. “Tell me everything about Jensen later!” She said when you opened the door for her and you laughed.

“Of course Amy, thank you for the photos today, I had a lot of fun…. You sure I don’t need to pay for anything?” You asked feeling guilty for not paying her for the photos that she took of you and Lottie.

“Yes, I’m sure. It was my pleasure.” She said smiling making you smile too. You said a last goodbye and closed the door, picking up your phone and going to your room.

He was kind of weird… I’m good though. Tomorrow is my last convention, for now. I kind of missed you…’ 

You smiled at Jensen’s text, and after a shower, you laid on your bed already seeing that was going to be a long night talking to him. 


“Jensen, C'mon man, wake up!” Jensen slowly opened his eyes hearing knocks in his hotel door, and he knew it was Jared. He got up and opened the door, seeing his friend already dressed up. “Hey what happened? You’re always up before me.”  Jensen stepped back to let Jared in.

“I was up all night talking to (Y/N)…” Jensen said with a yawn going to the bathroom to wash his face, and when Jared didn’t answer he turned to look at him and found him with a big smirk making Jensen roll his eyes.

“I guess I deserve a ‘thank you’ for finding her real number for you.” Jared said seeing his friend getting some clothes and going back to the bathroom to change it. It was Jared the one who started to dig in your informations in the site you bought the ticket for the convention, okay… This was technically illegal but it was for a good cause…. “You know, I think you can thank me at the weeding, it’s okay, I can wait.”

“She’s a really nice girl and I like her a lot… But why are you guys are putting so much faith in it?” Jensen asked getting out of the bathroom, referring to Jared, Gen, Misha, Felicia, Mark and even Cliff, all of them who were pretty excited about the couple. “I don’t know if it will work… She is so much younger than me”

“This is a problem for you?” Jared asked when they got out of Jensen’s room to have breakfast.

“Hm, for me of course not.” Jensen said entering the elevator. “But for her… I don’t know.” He continued and Jared laughed.

“Stop trying to find excuses to not give into this relationship.” Jared said already knowing the resistance his friend had when he started developing feelings for someone since his last girlfriend. But it was time, actually past the time to forget what happened. “You like her, she likes you, what is the worst than can happen?” Jensen just shook his head considering Jared’s words. “After this convention, go see her.”

“Yeah, maybe I will….” Jensen said hiding from his friend the little smile that he couldn’t contain, thinking about you. But well…. Of course Jared saw it.

Jensen had already thought about it, going to your house. But he truly was a bit insecure about it. Okay, who he was trying to fool? He was really insecure. So many things that could go wrong, maybe you didn’t even wanted to see him. But one thing that he was sure of was that he wanted to see you again. He wanted it a lot. And even thought he was tired because of the conventions, you were worth it.

When they finally finished the last panel, Jensen, Misha and Felicia went to Jared and Gen’s room to play cards and drink beer. Something they loved to do when they had free time.

“Noooo, I can’t believe this!” Felicia cried looking at Misha’s cards, and he started laughing. “Stop winning.”

“Don’t think I can do this darling.” Misha said with a smirk and everybody laughed at Felicia’s face.

“I will get another beer.” Jared said getting up.

“Get one for me.” Jensen said when Gen was distributing the cards for a new round. “Thanks.” He said when Jared handed him the bottle. He was about to see his cards when something popped up in his phone screen. Jensen frowned looking at your name facetiming him. Wow… He hadn’t seen this coming. Nice, though.

“What is it J?” Jared asked not giving it much attention.

“Hm… (Y/N) is facetiming me.” He answered and all of them opened their mouths with smirks. He accepted the call and his face lighted when he saw Lottie’s face close to the camera.

“Hi Jens!” She said excited with her cute voice and his friends awned.

“Hey sweetheart.” Jensen said with a big smile. “How are you?” He asked happy to see her again, but still a little bit confused.

“I’m fine and you?” Lottie said and all the people in the room were paying attention to the conversation.

“I’m great… Where’s is your mommy Lottie?” Jensen asked curious.

“Hm… She’s in kitchen. Is gonna be my birthday!” She said excited, still with her face close to the camera, and he could see she was probably in her room.

“Really? You already getting old?” He asked messing with her, noticing that his friends went back to the cards. He got up, sitting in one of the couches of the hotel room, a little far from the table.

“No” Lottie said giggling holding a little stuffed unicorn in her hands. “You want to come to my party?” She asked seeming a little embarrassed to ask that and Jensen literally felt his heart melting.

“Well, yeah, of course.” He said feeling honored by the invitation, and obviously he couldn’t deny it, “When it will be?” He asked but realized that although she was smart for her age and had apparently facetimed him without (Y/N)’s help, she obviously wouldn’t know when her party would be happening.

“I will pass to….” Lottie started but was interrupted when you entered her room looking confused at her with your phone. “Mommy!”

“Lottie what are you doing with my phone?” He heard you ask and saw your surprised face when you got closer.

“I’m talking to Jensen momma.” Lottie replied innocently. “I’m inviting him to my party.”

“Oh my god Lottie.” You said with your eyes wide. Lottie handed you the phone and went back to her toys. You got out of her room and gave Jensen a yellow smile. “Hey, sorry for that, you must be busy.”

“No problem, we’re in Jared and Gen’s room playing carts.” Jensen answered with a small smile looking at you.

“Oh, tell them I said Hi.” You said. “But… I’m really sorry, I have no idea how she managed to FaceTime you” You continued and you both started laughing. This still was a little surreal for you, talking to Jensen Ackles in a video call. Who would have thought.

“She’s a prodigy.” Jensen said smiling. “But about her birthday…”

“Look, I can talk to her. You’re very busy with the series, she will understand.” You said a little embarrassed because of what Lottie did, but well… Kids.

“Actually we just finished our last convention for now, so yeah…. I have some time until I need to go back to the set.” Jensen said. “I would love to go.”

“Hm…really?” You said not expecting this, he surely had more important things to do. Okay, you two talked a lot last night, but you didn’t expect that he wanted so much to get in your pants that he would go to your daughters birthday. Or maybe he just wanted a friend.

Maybe he was gay.

Okay, after that kiss this option was definitely out of question.

“Yeah, I wanted to go back to your city to see you anyway.” He said and you felt your cheeks turning red. “Now I have an excuse…” He continued making you look down and laugh embarrassed. He found it adorable.

“I will message you the details after then.” You said with a smile. “I have to go now.” You said and he nodded.

“Okay, bye (Y/N), talk to you later…” Jensen said with a small smile matching yours, and you turned it off.

“Jensen and (Y/N) under a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!” His friends starting singing the childish song messing with Jensen when he put his phone in his pocket, and he rolled his eyes.

“Ohhh Shut up!”


“Hey sis, Rach finished the cake.” Scott told you passing his arms around your shoulders. Scott was your big brother, and even though he had been a little scared of the situation (and pretty mad with Lottie’s father) in the time you got pregnant, he was the one who supported you the most. He was married to Rachel, an adorable girl that was his best friend since always, and they had a little boy named Theodore, that was only one year older than Lottie. They still lived in your family’s city, but whenever they could, they would visit you.

 "Thanks Scotty.“ You said with a sigh and he looked at you raising an eyebrow. 

 "Are you excited?” He asked because you told him about this man that you were talking to, and that was coming to the party. 

 "I’m anxious.“ It had been two weeks that you were talking to Jensen every single day. He was in hiatus break in his house in Austin, and because he had nothing to do, you ended talking all day, and constantly facetiming. It was an incredible connection, you would talk for hours and even so still wouldn’t get enough of it. You’d talk about everything and nothing at the same time. 

 So yeah, you were pretty excited/nervous/anxious to see him. 

 He texted you an hour ago telling you that he Was already in the city, but he would leave his things In the hotel before going to your house. It was a very small party in your apartment, with just a few people, only what you could afford right now, just a little something to make Lottie happy. You called your brother, Amy, Dan (your colleague from work and also your best friend), Michelle, your good friend, and also the mother of Lottie’s best friends, the twins, Jasmine and Ava. Plus one more friend from her pre school, Leo, and Mrs. Alba and her niece, Clary. 

 "Hmm, (Y/N) there’s someone at the door.” Michelle told you pointing at your front door, and you signed. 

 "Can you call Lottie?“ You asked her and she nodded. Lottie and the kids where in her room playing, while the adults were in the living room, kitchen and the balcony.

 You opened the door and couldn’t help but to smile when you saw Jensen standing In front of you with a green sweater matching his eyes and a white bag in his hands, and you could smell the same cologne that he used in the convention. Oh god… 

 "Hey” You said, both of you with small smiles, it was a little strange seeing him in flesh after so many video calls and messages. He immediately put his arms around your waist, hugging you tight. 

 "Hey, beautiful" He said still hugging you. “It’s nice to finally see you in person again." 

 "I can say the same.” You said looking straight into his eyes making him think that this was the perfect moment to kiss you. But even if it was, he didn’t have the chance, because Lottie came running and jumped into his arms. When you facetimed Jensen, your daughter loved to see and talk to him, she really, really liked him. 

 And although this was really nice, it scared you a little… You were scared of hurting Lottie’s feelings if something between you and Jensen didn’t go well. 

“Heey, a little bird told me that a little girl is getting old today.” Jensen said holding her in his arms and tickling her. 

 "I’m not old!“ She said giggling and you smiled, Jensen was incredible with kids.

 "You’re not? How many years then?” He asked and she showed four fingers. He put her in the ground and kneeled down to be in the same height as her.

 "Look, I brought you something.“ He started and you felt your chin drop.

 "Jensen you didn’t have to…” You said and he looked up shaking his head with a smile. “It’s okay, I wanted to.” He said and went back to Lottie. She opened the white package with a mischievous smile and slowly got a blue thing from there that looked like a sweater. 

 "Let’s me see baby.“ You said to your daughter and she handed you. When you extended it you finally understood what it was and it was the most lovely thing you had ever seen. "Oh my god! Look Lottie it’s a unicorn costume!” It was a unicorn jump suit and it was extremely cute. It was in her size, blue, with a purple mane and tail, and a white shiny horn. 

 "I want to put it!“ She cried and Jensen laughed, visibly glad that she liked the gift. You helped her to put it on, and Lottie looked happy because of her new clothing.

 "What do you say to Jensen?” You said to her and she turned to him giving him a hug. 

 "Thank you Jensen" She said and Jensen smiled squeezing her little body.

 "You’re welcome, princess.“ He said giving her a kiss in the forehead. Lottie went running back to her friends and he got up again smiling at you. 

 "C'mon in, I will introduce you to everyone.” You said. “If you don’t mind…. Some of my friends kind of watch the series and…" 

 "It will be a pleasure to meet your friends.” He said interrupting you and you smiled entering the apartment with him behind you. Amy was the first to come say Hi. You’d met her in the supernatural convention, so she obviously was a huge fan of Jensen. He greeted the parents of Lottie’s friends, Mrs. Alba, Dan and Rachel, who watched the series too. And at last, Scott, who although was always overprotective of you, surprisedly liked Jensen a lot. They were talking like they were best friends for years. 

 "Hey momma!“ Lottie said excited when she saw you looking at the kids playing in her room. 

 "Hey honey.” You replied seeing the other kids waving at you too. “Everything okay around here?” You asked and she nodded smiling making you smile too. Wearing this unicorn jump suit just made her look cuter than ever.

 "Enjoying it while you can?“ Someone said behind you, putting a hand in your shoulder and you smiled when you saw Jensen. 

 "She is getting old too fast!” You said looking at Lottie and her friends. “I don’t want her to grow up." 

 "I get it.” He said slowly running his thumb along your shoulder, making you shiver. “Soon she will be a teenager. She will start to do wall paintings and to break public properties…. Just normal teenage stuff.” He said shrugging and you laughed. 

 "I know right?“ You started. "My friend’s daughter doesn’t even help her grandpa to cross the street anymore!” You said and you two laughed. 

 "Such a rebel.“ He said and you both started laughing for no reason. 

 ”(Y/N), shouldn’t we sing 'Happy Birthday’?“ You were interrupted when your brother appeared in the corridor.

 "Oh, yes.” You said shaking your head trying to concentrate, you were incredibly close to Jensen. “Lottie, kids, C'mom!” You called and immediately all of them went running to the kitchen. Rachel already had set up the cake in the kitchen table and all of the guests were standing in front of it. Your daughter jumped in your arms and with Scott by your side, everybody sang Happy Birthday as Amy took pictures of it. “Blow the candles Lottie.” You said and with your help, she managed to blow out all the four candles.

 "Thank you mommy.“ She said looking at you with her big green eyes and you melted. You really didn’t want her to grow up.

 As the time passed, the guests started to leave until only Scott, Rachel and Jensen were left. They helped you clean up a little and organize the apartment while you put Lottie and Theo to sleep. When you were done, you all sat in the living room and talked for hours, Jensen and Scott really got along well. 

 "Okay, I think it’s time to go.” Scott said getting up since they were in a hotel near your house. “I will get Theo.” He continued going to Lottie’s room. 

 "Thank you for everything Rach, I will take you guys to the airport tomorrow.“ You said opening the front door. She hugged you thanking you too, and soon Scott appeared with Theo in his arms and kissed your cheek. You closed the door and sighed, finally alone with Jensen. You smiled making him smile too and sat by his side on the touch. 

 "So….” He started holding your hand. “All this time we spent talking and facetiming just… just made me want to see you even more” He said looking straight into your eyes and even though he seemed confident, you could tell that he was kind of nervous. You were too.

 "Is that so?“ You replied biting your lower lip and he nodded. "I was excited to see you too, I’m glad that you came." 

 "I told you I was.” He said. 

 "I know but I kind of doubted it.“ You said with a yellow smile.

 "What?” He said pretending to be mad.

 "Well yeah.“ You said laughing a little, embarrassed. "I thought you were busy, had more things to do…”

 "Even if I was… I would still prefer to be here.“ He said and you felt your heart accelerating. ”(Y/N), I like you.“ He said taking a deep breath. "And… It has been some time since I liked someone the way I like you.”

 "I like you too Jensen.“ You said looking at his eyes and suddenly his lips were so much closer. "A lot.” You said and he kissed you. Man, you missed his lips. No matter how many times you imagined yourself kissing him again, nothing compared to this moment. One of his hands were in your neck, slowly caressing it with his thumb and the other was in your tight. He got up with you in his arms and stopped kissing you just to ask with swollen and red lips. 

 "Which way?“ 

 "At the end of the corridor.” You said with a little smile of anxiety for what was about to happen. He walked to your room still with you in his arms while you were kissing his neck and slowly lowered you into the bed, climbing on top of you. 

 "You okay with this?“ He said serious stopping what he was doing, studying your face. 

 "Yes.” You answered without hesitation just admiring more this man. 

 "You sure?“ He asked and you nodded. You started kissing again but soon you both were shirtless. 

 This was going to be a long night.

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A Date with Darkiplier (pt. 6)

(The end is in sight, friends, but I have only one piece of advice: Don’t blink.)

Warning: It’s not gunna be good… Please don’t punch anything (including me).

Mark groans, trying to move against the restraints they’ve put on him, but his strength is almost gone. He can feel sleep pulling him under like unrelenting waves of molasses, tugging him beneath the surface despite his best efforts to stay awake. Don’t close your eyes, don’t close your eyes, he repeats in his scattered mind, a broken record.

Every time he blinks… she’s there.

Finally, Mark can’t hold himself back anymore, and he slips fitfully into sleep. And there’s Amy, smiling at him. She beckons him over. The sun glints in her hair as the tide rolls in. Chica races by, chasing after another bird. His friends are up the beach, and they’re laughing and talking. But Amy is pulling him over, closer to the water where their feet wade into the waves. Feet, ankles, knees, all the way up to their waists, and she’s kissing him. Little kisses all over his face and along his jaw. “Liebling, I know it’s a dream,” he whispers to her.

“Good because if not, you wouldn’t survive this,” she purrs into his ear before shoving him beneath the water, holding him there with a vice-like grip. Amy’s form shatters and becomes Darkiplier, laughing and glitching out of place until Mark wakes screaming.

Dark rises from his seat at the table, steps over to his desk, and turns on a slow song that plays over hidden speakers around the office. When he turns back to Amy, he leans forward, offering her his hand. “May I have this dance?”

Amy sees the way his hand is trembling, how the dark circles under his eyes have grown, and how his usually gray skin is almost white. If she can keep him busy for just a bit longer, he’ll lose control of his aura. The Egos will be free, and this whole nightmare will end.

She stands up and takes his hand, letting him pull her close. Dark, unsurprisingly, is an excellent dancer, and he knows how to lead her through the motions flawlessly. Amy’s stomach flutters uncomfortably as she notices that Dark smells like aftershave and blood, a disturbing mixture, but if she closes her eyes and ignores the ringing in her ears, he could be Mark. Which is even more disturbing.

“Hm, you dance divinely,” he growls into her ear, tracing his fingers through her hair before dropping his hand back onto her waist. “Now I understand why the others favor you, Liebling.” It’s Mark’s voice in her head but Dark’s lips on her ear, and Amy can’t take it anymore.

She shoves Dark away from her, nearly sending him over the table. “Don’t you dare call me that!”

Dark smiles at her and has the audacity to look confused by Amy’s reaction. “What’s wrong? I thought you preferred that name.” He slips closer again, placing his hands on her waist. “After all, it’s the word Mark screamed when we…”

Amy slaps him again, and this time she’s done playing the part of a girl on a date. She’s done stalling. Done giving him what he wants. Now, Amy Nelson wants blood. “Touch me again. I dare you.”

Dark laughs at her. “There’s the fire I’ve been waiting for,” he growls, pinning her to the wall. Amy panics, but she can’t get away from him. His mouth is hot on her neck, and his hands are so rough holding her in place that she’s sure she’ll have bruises in the shapes of Dark’s fingers. Worst of all are the words he whispers against her skin, “Whatever you want, I can give you.” Another kiss. “Just let me in.” Amy feels herself breaking. “You’ll never be able to defeat me…” He smiles against her neck. Amy screams as he whispers, “You’re mine now, Liebling.”

Before Amy even realizes what she’s doing, she drives the knife into Dark’s abdomen. His eyes level with hers for a moment, and Amy sees in them all her worst fears, including him. Dark blinks and staggers backwards away from her, pulling out Wilford’s knife and dropping it onto the floor. Amy feels his aura drop away.

Her knees give under her own weight, and she hits the floor, unable to get back up.

Out of the corner of her eye, Amy watches as Dark writhes on the floor. His shell splinters and shatters, and Dark roars in pain. Amy closes her eyes and plugs her ears, crying and shaking and wishing for home, for Mark.

After a few moments, she hears someone else run into the room. They’re shouting her name and picking her up off the floor with gentle hands, but Amy, mind broken, tries to fight them off, screaming and flailing until she feels the prick of a needle in her skin. Amy drifts from consciousness with Dark’s last words in her mind,

“You’re mine now, Liebling.”

To be continued…

Raise Hell - (Negan Fic) Chapter 1: People Like That

Summary: Doveport is a little community just trying to survive in the apocalypse. Elle finally feels like she’s found a home…and then she meets Negan.

Characters: Negan x Elle 

Word Count: 3,186

Warning: No warnings for this chapter (gotta introduce everyone!), but this fic is going to be a dark one. And it’s a slow burn

Author’s Note: I’m so excited to finally share this multi chapter fic with you. I’ve had this idea in my head for months and to get it started feels really good right about now. As of this moment, I have approximately 20 chapters outlined for it and hope I can do Negan’s character justice in this fic. There will be romance. There will be heartache. I will try and update as often as possible. Please let me know what you think! You can message me anytime!

You can also read this fic on AO3.

Huge thank you to @ashzombie13 and @my-achilles–heel for being my beta readers!

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startofamoment  asked:

2 and/or 12 for the AU + short fic challenge!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(x) Two- Childhood Friends AU

Later, when they’re both older and grown, and proper detectives with proper resources, and with some composure and emotional maturity, Jake and Amy will cite the Great Book Hunt of ‘91 as their first case as partners to every new cop to grace their precinct. 

(And in both of their wedding vows. And in the scrapbook Jake will make Amy when she finally makes captain. And in their children’s bedtime stories.

Even Charles becomes exasperated by it.)

Their partnership began the morning of the Great Book Hunt, one hot July day, when Nana found Jake sitting in front of the TV for the fourth straight hour.

“Go outside,” she told him.

Which he did, and he spent a full three minutes kicking around a pebble down the street and around a corner before turning around and marching towards the Santiago household.

With eight kids under the age of fifteen and a horde of cousins and friends in the area - not to mention Mr and Mrs Santiago themselves - there was always someone in the yard, or in a window, or, on one occasion, on the roof. Most days, Jake had to only walk up the block before one of the boys called him over. 

The Santiago kids were truly a rowdy, welcoming bunch. He met them two months before, when Gina cancelled their plans again and he was hit by a stray spray from a Santiago water gun fight during a lonely walk. 

Suddenly, he had summer plans, too.

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Just some highlights from my first ever PAX! It was an awesome experience!… ok listen to be honest I’m not very good at putting human english words together so I’ll try to make this short 😅, this was one of the best experiences of my life. I got to see my absolute favorite people in the world one of which saved me from the scariest, most depressing, and most puzzling times in my life. Jack I had soooo many opportunities to see you this past weekend and each time was more nerve wracking then the last, unfortunately I didn’t get to meet you personally but I’m sooo happy, soooooo happy I got to see you in person. The fact that I got to see the man who saved me in real life just makes me sooo incredibly happy and I’m starting to tear up so I’m going to close this off by saying thank you for everything you do for me and the community, I’m soo grateful 💚

Ego Incorporated (pt. 5)...

Wilford is waiting for Amy inside the elevator, leaning against the doors so that they won’t close without her. (Somewhere in the building there is a very angry Dark who has been requesting the elevator for the last twenty minutes). Amy steps into the elevator, and Will silently presses the next button on the panel. Amy leans her head forward to try and look him in the eyes. “So, why don’t you and the Host get along, Wilfy?”

Warfstache gently kicks the wall of the elevator and avoids her gaze. “It’s a long story.”

Amy reaches up and presses the button that pauses the elevator where it is. “I’ve got time.” (Dark starts screaming and punching the elevator button.)

The pink Ego sighs dramatically and sits cross-legged on the floor, patting the space beside him for Amy to sit. She obliges, leaning her back against the wall and then looking at him expectantly. Wilford’s mouth twitches and with it that ridiculous, pink mustache. “The Host wasn’t always how he is now. When he was still the Author, we were good friends, but now…” Wilford pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. “He won’t even talk to me anymore.”

(Dark charges back into his office and retrieves his gun.)

Amy nods and looks down at her hands folded in her lap. “Well, I’m sure that the Host has been through a lot, Wilford. That kind of change, it makes it hard for a person to pick up old relationships as though nothing has happened. Have you ever tried getting to know him as the Host instead of the Author?”

Wilford pulls a knife out of who knows where and starts picking his teeth with it. “I don’t know how,” he mutters nearly cutting into his lip as he does.

“How about talking to him about his books? I’m sure he’d love that.” Amy has read them herself. Even after he became the Host, the blind Ego was a masterful writer.

Warfstache mumbles something under his breath.

“Come again?” Amy asks.

“I can’t read!” Wilford screams, throwing the knife across the elevator. Somehow it sticks in the metal wall, and Amy jumps. “Dark says I’ve got dyslexia,” he mutters, his cheeks turning pink with embarrassment partially for scaring Amy and even more for having to admit that something that comes so easily to others is so difficult for him.

Amy’s stomach twists itself up. “I’m sorry, Wilfy.” She didn’t know what else to say.

(Quite a few shots are fired, and Google gets an alert that there is a technical malfunction.)

Wilford gets up and retrieves his knife from where it was stuck in the wall and shrugs his shoulders. “I’ve learned to live with it, and I’m good at memorizing things when people read them out loud to me. Bim usually helps me with my scripts for ‘Warfstache Tonight.’” He mashes another button on the panel. “Let’s go check out the studio.”

Amy jumps up and hits the pause button again. (Google and Dark are currently shouting at each other. “You could’ve just taken the stairs, you dichromatic imbecile!” “If I request an elevator, I should be obeyed!”) “Wait, Wilford. I’ve got an idea! What if you ask the Host to read to you from his books sometime?”

Wilford’s face lights up like a kid’s on Christmas morning. “You think he would do that?”

“Only if you ask nicely and bring him a warm drink,” she teases and pokes the pink Ego on the tummy. “I’m sure he’d be thrilled.”

Warfstache puffs out his chest and adjusts his pink suspenders. “You’re quite the genius Miss Peebles! Well, now that we’ve got that problem solved, how about you let me give you a tour of my studio?”

Amy beams and nods her head. “Alright, let’s go!”

(Google begins to replace the panel as Dark, nursing the bruise the droid left on his jaw, grumbles and heads for the stairs.)

My Brother’s Wedding

by mrs momona © 2017

This is the first weight gain related story written by the author whose pseudonym is “mrs momona”. It was written in 2003.

A month ago, my brother got married. It was a happy event for our entire family. For me, it was a lot more. Because of my brother’s wedding, I became aware of certain things about myself.

It all started five years ago when I was a senior in high school. I had been interested in sports since I was a little kid, and in high school, I had gone out for football and baseball. At the beginning of football practice in August of my senior year I remember I was measured at 5'9" and 180 lbs.

That November, my life changed dramatically. My father was killed in a traffic accident–head-onned by a drunk driver, leaving my mom, me, and my kid brother, four years younger than me. I dropped football to get a part-time job after school. Although we weren’t poor, I knew some extra money would help out my mom as well as pay for my car expenses.

There’s a deli in town that I used to stop at sometimes after practice to buy a snack to eat on the way home. The first day I was job hunting after school, I stopped by the deli and noticed a sign in the window: “Part-Time Help Wanted”. I asked one of the employees about the sign, and I was told to talk to the owner, Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones turned out to be a big heavy guy, a little shorter than me but with a huge belly. To make a long story short, we talked for a while and he told me he’d hire me. I was told to report to work the next day after school. I’d be working afternoons, some evenings, and weekends.

The next afternoon I showed up at work and was introduced by Jim, one of the workers, to a cute girl named Amy. At first glance she seemed to be about my age, and, like I said, real attractive. She was kinda chubby, big up front and in the butt. Jim told me that Amy was the boss’s daughter and had helped at the deli since she was a little kid. She would show me the ropes.

My job orientation with Amy went well. She was also a senior in high school, but attended a private school across town from my high school. I had a hard time listening to what Amy was telling me–I kept on admiring her cute face, nice smile, and soft curves in all the right places. I guessed her to be about 5'6" tall and maybe 160 lbs of perfection.

The job responsibilities were simple–stock the shelves in the mini-mart attached to the deli, make sure the tables and chairs were clean in the small dining area, but mostly wait on customers. The deli sold a full range of cold cuts and cheeses; sandwiches made to order; chilled salads and homemade desserts; and hot items like roasted chicken and baked ziti that customers could take home for dinner. The deli was open from 5 a.m. to 10 p.m. and did a lot of business at breakfast and lunchtime with guys coming in from the nearby industrial area. Afternoon, evening, and weekend customers included a lot of people buying take-home items for dinner, snacks, or–hey, whatever, as long as they bought something!

Looking back, it was that first day on the job that really changed my life. Amy showed me how to make the deli sandwiches which were a major part of the business: take the order, slice the meats and cheeses for the filling, lavishly butter the roll or bread, pile on the filling, and add things like lettuce, tomato, onions, or other garnishes. I got the hang of it pretty fast. Jim gave me some tips about waiting on customers: if the customer is a heavy guy or lady, give them some extra filling on the sandwich, or some extra salad or dessert in the container. Don’t say anything, but make sure they know that you’re giving them a little extra–that’s how you get customers to return. When I asked Jim why to do this only with heavy customers, he laughed and said “How do you think they got heavy? They like food!”

When closing time approached, Jim showed me how to close up, lock the doors, clean everything as thoroughly as possible, and make sure everything was secure and ready for opening the next morning. He next said, “Oh, and one benefit of the job is that you can take home leftovers, or make a sandwich to go or something if you want”.

Free food! Like any healthy growing American boy I was interested. Jim explained that for cold items like salads and desserts, everything left over in the display case after two days was to be tossed at the end of the day–the selling point of the deli was freshness. Same thing with cold cuts or cheeses which had been pre-sliced to make sandwiches when there were a lot of customers. Any of these left at closing time had to be thrown out because they’d dry out by the next day and wouldn’t taste right. Same thing with the hot items and roasted chickens left in the rotisserie at closing time. The board of health required that they be thrown out and not be kept for another day.

I was shocked–throwing away all that food–and said so. Jim replied, “well, the boss says it’s all part of doing business. At the end of the day, either toss it or eat it yourself.”

“Eat it?” I replied.

Jim laughed, “Yeah, how do you think I got this ‘deli belly’?” On saying that, he jiggled the flabby pot belly sagging over his belt.

While Jim and I were talking, Amy  was busy–it turns out she was making two overstuffed roast beef and jack cheese sandwiches on rye. She wrapped them and gave them to me saying, “Here, enjoy these on the way home. Like Jim says, if you don’t eat it we’ll just toss it.” As she said this, Amy gave me a big smile. Her hand seemed to linger as she put the sandwiches in my hands–or was it just my imagination? As I munched the sandwiches on the way home–they were delicious–I remember thinking that I had lucked into a great job–pretty good pay, free food, and Amy!

The next few months went by quickly. I fell into the routine on the job, always making sure that at the end of the day there were some things to eat on the way home. I started to nibble on the job, just like I had seen all the other employees doing. I kept up my grades in school, and most importantly, I got to know Amy better. She made sure we both had the same evenings off, so we could go out. Over time, her parents began to invite me for dinner, just like my mom began to invite her over to my house for dinner, too. We got to be real close, and fell in love.

On a Saturday night in March, three months before high school graduation, Amy and I were sitting in my car after I closed up the deli. I was busy finishing off the last of my post-work snack–two overstuffed turkey and cheese deli sandwiches, a quart of potato salad, and a quart of chocolate milk. Amy and I were talking about what late movie to go to when she quietly started to cry. I asked her what was wrong and she said, “I think I’m pregnant.”

The first words out of my mouth were, “OK, let’s get married.” I still wonder why I said that–I knew I loved Amy, and we had vaguely talked about getting married one day, but we never had made any definite plans. I guess I thought of how happy my parents’ marriage had been, and I wanted the same for Amy and me. In any case, I said the right thing–Amy overwhelmed me with kisses while I was trying to finish off my last mouthful of that creamy delicious potato salad.

Much to my relief, Amy’s parents didn’t kill me when we went to talk with them. In fact, her father said to me, “You’re going to be the son I never had”. (Amy is an only child.) Our parents and we agreed that Amy and I would get married right after high school graduation in June, and that I’d start working full time in the deli. In the fall, I’d be going full time to the local junior college, majoring in culinary arts, and keep my hours at the deli while Amy stayed home and cared for our baby.

The next few months of high school kinda went by in a blur—time spent with Amy, trying to be a good son to my mom and a good “big brother” to my kid brother, studying, working 40 hours a week (at least) at the deli to make some extra money, and trying to keep in touch with “the guys” I used to play sports with.

I remember the final week of school–we had to report to the Health Room to be weighed and measured just as we had been at the beginning and end of each school year since kindergarten. I can still hear the health aide say “5'9” and then “217–let’s see, young man, you’ve put on 37 lbs since last August.” “My reaction was "whoa”, followed by “Let’s see, I have to be at work by 4:00–I just have time to stop by McD’s to get a couple of double quarters with cheese, some fries, and a shake to hold me until I can eat during my dinner break.” As you can see, my growing appetite included food from any source–not just the deli. To me, anything eaten in addition to breakfast, lunch, and dinner were “snacks” and just didn’t count as real eating.

Amy and I got married in June–just a small wedding–Amy’s folks, my mom and brother, my best buddy Joe as best man, and Amy’s best friend as bridesmaid. Looking back now, it’s interesting to recall what happened when my buddy Joe and I went to rent two dark suits for the ceremony. Joe stepped up to be measured–42 chest, 32 waist. Next came me–44 chest, 38 waist. The tailor then measured my hips and added, “just a minute, sir, you’re going to need the full-cut trousers.”

Afterwards, Joe and I stopped at BK for a little snack. I was working on my 3 whoppers with cheese, large onion rings, fries, and shake while Joe finished his BK broiler. Joe continued the snickering he had started when we were at the tailor’s. When I asked him what was up, he replied, “You know what 'full cut trousers’ means, don’t you?”

“No, what?” I said with my mouth full.

“It means you’re getting a big fat ass to match that fat belly you’ve been building up the past few months.”

I remember saying “Yeah, so what?” and thinking—yup, I’m a man now–I’m gonna have a wife soon, then we’ll have our kid, I’ve got a full time job–I don’t have time to worry about other stuff. My father had always been a “big guy”–250 or so–Amy’s dad was a real “big guy” and I just expected that men became “big guys”. I was a man now, and my weight of 217 proved it. Besides, from the time I was a little kid playing Little League baseball, I had always been kidded about the size of my butt. I was just naturally bigger back there and in my thighs than a lot of guys were–so what? That’s what helped make me a good catcher, right?

I was real busy the next two years. Amy gave birth to our son Johnny–named for my father–in October. Meanwhile, I was up at 4 a.m., at the deli from 5 to 7 a.m., at school from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m., back at the deli from 5 to 8 p.m. That was weekdays. On Saturdays, I was at the deli all day (5 a.m. to 10 p.m.) I liked my classes, liked learning about food, and liked my job. Most of all, I loved Amy and our son. When days were really stressful, I knew I could look forward to going home to one of Amy’s delicious home-cooked meals (her lasagna with butter-soaked garlic bread was and is my favorite), spending some time with her and Johnny, and then enjoying one of Amy’s home baked treats with a quart of milk as a bedtime snack before collapsing into bed and getting some rest before I had to wake up at 4 a.m. the next morning. I came to rely on those dinners and bedtime snacks as stress relievers. The richer the food and the more of it I ate, the more relaxed it made me feel.

Sundays were my day off. Catching up on my nap time, spending time with my son, and helping Amy around the house were usual. Once in a while we’d get together with my buddy Joe and his girlfriend or some of our other friends from high school. Every week, we’d go to either Amy’s folks’ or to my mom’s house for Sunday dinner. Always great food which I couldn’t get enough of, even though Amy’s mom and my mom always made sure my plate was piled high with food–as soon as my plate was clean, they’d pile on the seconds, thirds, or fourths before I could say anything. Can’t let good food go to waste, right?

After two years, I graduated from junior college and went to work full time at the deli. The week after I graduated, my father-in-law invited me to lunch at this great Italian buffet in town. After we both stuffed ourselves, he broke the news to me–he wanted to retire, and in return for a monthly payment to him, the deli would belong to me and Amy. He told me that I had “proved myself” to him by my hard work and getting my degree in culinary arts while handling all my other responsibilities. I was so happy–I celebrated by stuffing myself with Italian goodies from the dessert bar, for the first time actually eating more than my father-in-law. I was so proud–proud of his faith in me and proud of myself for the man I had become.

Today, it’s been three years since I took over management of the deli. It’s hard work, but I love it. 72 hour workweeks are common, but I’ve got a great bunch of employees. I’ve got a great family, too. Amy gave birth to our second son Robbie two years ago, and that pregnancy also left her with some additional luscious pounds in all the right places. She’s so beautiful and sweet–I wouldn’t be where I am today without her.

Looking back over the past five years, I see now what was happening to me–I was just too busy to realize it or acknowledge it. From the time I got married, things would happen that should have been signals of the changes that were happening to me. I’d have a hard time pulling jeans over my thighs and ass, and finally reached the point last year where I just couldn’t squeeze into even the fullest cut jeans. Shorts and pants became difficult to fasten at the waist. If I was able to fasten them, quite often I couldn’t pull the zipper up–if I was able to, often the zipper would burst open unexpectedly. Bending over to pick something up from the floor or just going to sit down in a chair often led to seam failure from the crotch back to the waistband. Tying my shoes became a struggle. T-shirts shrank over my chest, rode up over my stomach, and the sleeves became tight over my upper arms.

Long time customers would sometimes make comments like, “Looks like business is good” or “You’re really a good advertisement for the deli”. I would just laugh and fill their order, always giving them a little extra. Once in a while, an old high school buddy would stop by and call me “big guy”. Joe, my best man, would often take a pinch at my side, stomach, chest, or rear end and say “Wow, prime grade beef”.

“Yeah”, I would sometimes think, “I’ve picked up a few pounds since high school, but heck, what do you expect? I’ve got a family and a business here. I’ve got other things to worry about.” Besides, every split seam or popped zipper would result in a new (and bigger) pair of pants or shorts for me to wear the next day. I can always count on Amy to take care of me. I guess I just felt good–solid, substantial, happy, content

My moment of truth came about three months ago. My kid brother, by now 20, was getting ready to be married and asked me to be his best man. Of course I agreed. We made arrangements to go to the tailors to be fitted for our rental tuxedos. The night he, I, and his ushers were supposed to go, I had to back out because one of my employees had called in sick that day.

I arranged to go the next night. I left work at 6 p.m., bringing  along a snack of two overstuffed roast beef sandwiches, a quart of potato salad, and a quart container of our extra creamy chocolate tapioca pudding to tide me over until I could get home and have dinner with Amy and the boys. Right before I got to the tailor shop, I realized I had dribbled chocolate pudding on my T-shirt. I took it off and pulled on an old sweatshirt that was in the backseat. Didn’t want to look like a slob.

Going inside the shop, I told the tailor who I was. There were no other customers. He took me into the fitting room. I noticed him eyeing me up and down as he brought me into the room. He told me to strip down to my underwear saying, “Sir, we’re going to have to specially alter your tux, so I’m going to need to take a complete set of measurements.” He directed me to stand on a small riser in the middle of the room. At that point, the front door chime sounded, indicating that another customer had come in. The tailor excused himself, saying he would be back in a few minutes.

I kicked off my shoes and took off my pants, folding them on a chair. I next pulled off with some effort the sweatshirt I had put on in the car. Must’ve shrunk in the wash, I guess. That left me standing in my jockey shorts. On three sides of me, the walls were all mirrors, angled so that I could see my front, both sides, and back.

My first thought when I saw myself head-to-toe in the mirrors was “WHOA!” I looked at my face. The curly brown hair on top of my head was the same as it always had been. I was amazed at what I saw from there on down. All I could see were bulges, rolls, ripples, and curves. It was like I was seeing myself for the first time, and in a way, I guess I was.

My face was round and fleshy, with chubby cheeks and a wide double chin. My neck, what I could see of it, was wide and blended into my shoulders. I was kind of comforted to see the width of my shoulders–I still had my football players build–but then  I realized that my wide shoulders merged into the flab on my plump upper arms, making me look wider.

What I saw on my chest is kind of hard to describe. From my shoulders downwards, there were two big cushions of fat, separated in the middle by a deep valley. Mounted on each of these cushions were two oval, overstuffed sacks of flab, each tipped by a stretched puffy pink nipple which pointed downwards and off to the side. These big sacks of flab started in the upper middle of my chest and then spread downwards and outwards, ending up diving under each arm as a roll of fat. “Wow”, I thought, “I have tits!” Separating my plump round upper arms from my chest on each side was a bulging triangle of flab, divided from each arm and each tit by deep creases.

Each tit sagged downwards and rested on my huge, oval pot belly. A little below the middle of the belly was a saucer-like depression in the flesh–in the middle of the saucer was my bellybutton, so deep it looked like a dark cave. I lightly pushed my index finger into this cavern, setting off ripples and quivers of my belly flab. I was surprised to see that my index finger went in all the way–at least 3 inches. As I shifted and moved to get a better look at myself, my bellybutton puckered into a slit in my flab, and then opened into a wide cave with each movement then puckered again as the flab wobbled.

The sheer mass of the fat on my belly caused it to sag and hang over the waistband of my jockeys, covering my crotch. No wonder I had become accustomed to spreading my heavy thighs wide when I sat down—it was more comfortable in that position to let the mass of my bellyfat hang downwards between my legs.

Off to each side of my pot belly were two wide round lovehandles–each so big they reminded me of truck tires. On each side, the lovehandles bulged out from below where my tit rolls pushed my upper arms outwards, separated from the tit rolls by two smaller rolls of flab on each side. The bulge of each lovehandle was pulled back in by the overstretched elastic waistband of my jockey shorts. My bulging pot belly sagged over and covered the waistband at the front of my jockeys.

Below the crotch of my jockeys I saw that my upper body was supported by two round, plump, tree-trunk-like thighs. My thighs came together between my crotch and my knees. I instantly realized why the inside upper legs of my pants and shorts were so worn out—my plump thighs rubbing together as I walked had done it.

I could still hear the tailor and the customer engaged in a lengthy discussion in the salesroom, so I continued my survey of what I had packed onto myself over the past five years.

Turning my head slightly, I looked in the mirror which was angled so I could look full on at my  back. I wasn’t surprised to see my thick neck forming a couple of rolls of fat at the top of my wide plump shoulders and upper arms. Below them were my wide fleshy deltoids, which merged into the round fat tit rolls which had started on my chest. Two fat rolls on each side creased my sides and back. Beneath them, where I once had lats, were the amazingly wide bulges of my lovehandles, almost as wide as my shoulders. So much for what used to be my “V” shaped back. There was a deep dimple in my back fat exactly in the center of my lower back.

Below the lovehandles, my jockey shorts were unable to cover the full area of my broad hips and glutes–or what used to be my glutes. What used to be my well developed muschlebutt had turned into two watermelon sized buttocks, so big and full and plump that, above the elastic of my jockeys, they bulged upwards to merge with each lovehandle. At the bottom of my jockeys, each plump cheek bulged outward and downward, forming rolls of flab where they finally merged into my thighs. My deep buttcrack was visible from above the waistband of my jockeys  and continued below the bottom of the jockeys, separating the two bulging lower buttcheeks.

At that point, I kind of lost my balance–I think I craned my head too far trying to take in the full immensity of my enormous ass–and I had to step off the riser briefly and then back on again. I was amazed by the reaction of my buttocks to this. Each buttock bobbled up and down with a life of its own, while wobbling from side to side at the same time. Beneath my jockeys, and over the wide area of my ass my jockeys couldn’t stretch to cover, I noticed the flab covering these huge melons jiggling and quivering while the bobbling and wobbling was going on. I suddenly realized why my kid brother had been calling me “Assquake” for the past couple of years. I thought he was just being a typical pesty kid brother–now I saw he was describing reality. I could imagine the show my buttcheeks put on everytime I walked (or as I now realized, waddled).

The back view of my wide hips, awesome ass, and plump thighs was fascinating, but then I glanced down at the backs of my lower legs. Being an athlete in high school, I was always proud of my big calves. Now I saw that each calf was the size of a honeydew melon, pumped up by having to support my lard. As I shifted my stance I could see the quivering of the flab covering each calf.

I still heard voices from the outer salesroom, so I next took in the view from the mirrors angled to show my sides. At this point, I shouldn’t have been surprised by anything I saw, but I was. I was shocked and at the same time thrilled to see how much I stuck out in front and in back. My belly rounded out in a bulging semicircle  more than a foot and a half before it began to curve back in to meet the waistband of my jockeys just above my crotch. Supported by the upper roundness of my pot, my searchlight-sized tits bulged roundly outwards for what seemed like six inches or so.

A glance downwards was the most impressive. Not only did my watermelon-sized buttocks sit high on my backside, starting from where my lovehandles merged into them, they ballooned much farther outwards toward the back–at least a foot and a half, I figured–before curving back in to meet my jiggling fat thighs in a series of flab rolls.

I was amazed to realize that I stuck out farther from the front of my belly bulge to the farthest back bulge of my ballooning buttocks than I did across the width of my shoulders, lovehandles, or hips. I was proud and thrilled to realize what a monument to the results of sustained overeating I had become.

At that point, the tailor came back into the fitting room. He proceeded to quickly take my measurements–neck, shoulders, arm length, chest, upper arms, belly, waist, hips/butt, thighs, and inseam. He then said he had to check stock, and would be back in a minute. I must admit I entertained myself while he was away by stepping up and down off the riser and watching my watermelons–err, buttcheeks–bobble, wobble, jiggle and quiver. What a show!

The tailor came in after a few minutes and gave me the news about my tux order: “Sir, the tuxedo shirt will be no problem–we have a 23 neck 37 arm length in stock. We also have a size 62 portly jacket in stock in the style your brother wants you to wear. For the pants, I have to ask you–do you wear your pants at your waistline or underneath your–umm, err—stomach?”

“It’s more comfortable underneath my stomach.”

“OK, in that case, we’ll take a size 66/32 pants we have in stock and start from there. You actually have a size 60 waistline, but we need the bigger size to fit your–umm, err—seat and thighs. We’ll take in the waist and they’ll fit fine. Also, we’ll triple stitch the seams of the trousers just to make sure there are no—ummm—accidents if you have to bend over.”

Stunned by the numbers the tailor was telling me, I managed to ask a few questions. “What does portly mean?”

He replied, “Sir, portly means that the jacket is cut fuller in the waist area for gentlemen who are bigger there.”

“Why can’t you just take size 60 pants and let them out rather taking such a bigger size and taking in the waist. Wouldn’t that be cheaper?” My business sense was affecting my thoughts.

The tailor blushed and paused. He seemed to be searching for the right words before he replied. “Well, sir, there wouldn’t be enough room in the size 60 pants if we let them out to the maximum in the seat and thighs. You’re just so much—err, ummm–more well-developed in those areas.” In other words, my impression from looking in the mirror was correct–my ass WAS enormous!

“Fine”, I finally said, still stunned by the numbers he gave me. I hadn’t bought clothes for myself since we were married—didn’t have time, and besides Amy took care of all that. Plus, for the past year, Amy’s mom had been making drawstring waist shorts for me to wear to work–so much more comfortable than whatever Amy could find in the store.

The tailor then told me to get dressed and come out to the cash register to sign the agreement and make a payment. I waddled over to the chair where I had placed my pants, sweatshirt, and shoes, and got dressed, slipping on the shoes last. I suddenly realized that Amy had bought me slip-on shoes two years ago when she saw me struggling to bend over to tie my lace-ups. At the time, I thought nothing of it–just Amy taking more care of me.

I took one last look in the mirrors as I walked out–I was fascinated by what I saw with my clothes on, too. Every bulge of my huge tits, upper arms, pot belly and lovehandles was emphasized by the tight sweatshirt, which, by the way, failed to cover the bottom part of my truck-tire lovehandles and bulging pot belly. I was distracted from watching the show put on by my watermelon buttocks when I noticed the wobbling, bouncing, and swaying of my pot belly and tits as I walked.

My thought as I left the tailor shop and waddled to me car, conscious that the different parts of my body all moved  with a life of their own, was “Wow, I must have put on 40 or 50 lbs or so since I got married.”

I got in the car and headed for home. My first thought was dinner—I remembered, tonight was lasagna and garlic bread. Amy always made me my own pan, with another pan to be shared by her and our sons. If I was lucky, there would be leftovers from that pan and I could have some extra lasagna to go with my bedtime snack. I was thinking that Amy had said she was going to bake some apple pies that day.

Suddenly, panic gripped me. Once Amy sees how fat I am, she’s going to put me on a diet for sure. Bye bye lasagna with  buttery garlic bread, and  a whole apple pie smeared with softened butter and washed down with a quart of whole milk as a bedtime snack.

Then it hit me! Amy knows I’m fat! She’s seen me get this big, and she didn’t say anything about it. I suddenly thought of all the special treats Amy had lovingly prepared for me, and how she always filled my plate with seconds and thirds before I even had a chance to ask for more. Of course, I had always eaten everything she put in front of me. I was excited to realize, “AMY LIKES ME FAT!” Then it hit me, too. What I had always seen as Amy’s luscious curvy body, which had grown bigger and bigger every year we were married, meant that she was fat, also. And, I loved it!

I arrived home, went inside, and greeted Amy with a big kiss. She returned the kiss, grabbing and caressing my soft lovehandles. I realized that she couldn’t get her arms all the way around me. My two sons grabbed onto my legs to get my attention. “C'mon Dad, let’s eat. We’re hungry!” said Johnny. “Yeah, starving”, said Robbie. I looked down at them and for the first time I really saw that they were two little butterballs, chubby cheeks, bulging bellies, and big butts. No wonder everyone always told me that they “took after” me. They’re fat, too. As Amy led me into the kitchen, I had a big smile on my face. I knew now what I hadn’t realized for past five years: “I’m FAT, and I love it. Plus, I have a beautiful fat wife and two fine fat kids. Life is great!”

I needed one more thing to make my self-realization complete. The next evening, on my way home from the deli, I stopped at the local UPS office where my buddy Joe was the manager. I greeted him and asked, “Hey, Joe, can I use your digital scale?”

“Sure, big guy, what do you need to weigh?” Joe replied.

“Well, actually, I want to check my weight”.

Joe smiled broadly as he led me into the back room and showed me the freight scale. I had to step onto the scale, and could feel everything bounce and wobble as I did so. I quickly thought of the last time I had been weighed, when I graduated from high school. “Let’s see, 217 plus 40, nah, let’s say 45, makes 262."  (Obviously, I was still in denial!)

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Joe yell out, "WOW!” I quickly looked at the digital readout and did a double take. 419! Joe brought me out of my thoughts by saying “Hey, big guy, way to go” as he poked the front of my massive belly , setting off an earthquake of jiggles in the soft flab.

On the way home, the numbers 4, 1, and 9 went through my mind. I smiled to myself. “Yep”, I thought, “I am one big guy. Great going.” The rumbling of my stomach took my attention and brought me back to the important stuff. It was still about 45 minutes until dinner. I reached over to the passenger’s seat and opened the double-quart container of creamy, mayonnaise- laced potato salad I had brought with me when I left work. (I had already eaten the sandwiches on the way to Joe’s office.) Dinner time with Amy, Johnny, and Robbie was a while yet and I knew I couldn’t last that long without a little snack to tide me over.

Sonic Forces - Sonamy Angst

Rebellion brings more than allies…


When she won’t yield.

*Warning: High Amounts of AU.

Sonic glared her down, looking up and seeing her hesitate on an order.

She looked down from the burning building, and then slowly angled her body to her friends.

She gritted his teeth, stepping forward in front of the teams, “… she’s going to get herself killed!” he almost growled out, and looked back up at her.


She continued her stare, her neutral expression dipping into a more sorrowful conviction.

She wasn’t going to allow him to treat her this way.

And if the others weren’t going to call him out on how he’s been ruling over them like a reckless tyrant, she was.

He didn’t turn his glare either.

“Come down…” 

She didn’t move.


“Sonic! You can’t just-!” Tails finally stepped forward, running to him with a loving expression, knowing what Amy was doing was direct rebellion, but still saw her as a friend.

“Get back in line, Tails!” Sonic almost roared in his anger, and Tails flinched back, looking into each one of Sonic’s eyes before also narrowing his eyes.

“…Amy, this is suicide.” he ignored Tails and looked back up at Amy, as her dress blew lightly int he wind with her hair.

“You’re not going out there on your own. And you can’t possibly think anyone can do this on their own!” he swiped his hand out.


She stepped her feet a bit to position the angle of her body.

But this time, she tilted her head up.

“….Don’t.” he almost growled out, his fists tightening.


She narrowed her eyes, tightening her face in defiance.


Suddenly, the Sonic Forces soundtrack started playing as she wiped her head out and started walking along the building, away from the teams.

Her actions made the others stared, shocked she would defy someone she loved so much.

His eyes turned to a fury that was wild, much like an animals. He twitched with ‘tsks’ and ‘urks’ before charging up and going after her.

“SONIC, NO!” Tails cried out, as he spun up and smashed off other buildings, before scaling up the building to homing attack straight into her.

She had already anticipated his wild assault, and swung her hammer out, looking she was going to swipe at air before Sonic’s body spun into view and she had already swung, negating his advance.

She had swung a homerun as he flew all the way back down to the teams, tumbling, crashing, and skidding all along it till he unrolled fully and fell to his face, leaning an arm up to try and get himself back up.

The teams all stared…

Shadow turned to Amy.

“She’s trying to start a revolution.” he commented, as Sonic at first looked crushed. His mouth hung open as he breathed heavily, his eyes searched for understanding within a what appeared to be heartbreaking betrayal.

But hearing Shadow’s comment made his head shot up, and with the same returning anger, he slammed his fists on the ground, and reeled himself up, shouting out a command.


Not denying his command, the others looked to eachother before charging after her.

She fought well, but they had surrounded her soon enough, and now their was a mini-arena for the two to spar, as Sonic walked into the mist of the crowd, and revealed himself as she tried to look for an opening.

“…Why.” he tightened his grip on his fists, glaring. “Why are you doing this!?”

“You won’t listen. You’ve lost who you are! And now, you’re taking your anger and revenge out on all of us!” she gestured to the other teams around her, as they all looked guilty of having let Sonic get away with abusing their friendships.

Sonic was fury was at it’s wits ends.

“Do you hear anyone else complaining?” he gestured his arms out, “ANYONE!?”

They all remained silent.

“You’ve lost a lot, Sonic! We sympathized with you! but now, look at you! You intimidate instead of encourage. You command instead of working together. And you say no one person can win this war, then why do you try!?”

The teams all started to raise their heads, looking like they were getting courage to rebel too.

“We have a common enemy, Sonic. Don’t become another one.”

Tails turned to Amy, then walked towards her, and stood in front of the two.

“Sonic, she’s right. We were willing to help you at first. Now… we just want our friend back!” he looked hurt saying it, but showed with great heart that he meant what he said.

Knuckles stepped out too, “She’s right, Sonic.”

Sonic swiped his head to him, his shoulders bouncing in his anger.

“Not you too.”

“You’re a jerk, Sonic. A tyrant king. Worse than Eggman ever could be.” Knuckles swiped his fists down, a threat to keep back, and then walked to guard Amy as well.

Suddenly, more and more team members started to fall back, guarding Amy from Sonic’s anger.

“You… you all… you’re all traitors!!!” Sonic gripped his head, looking torn as he didn’t see anything wrong with how he was leading. “You’re going to doom this world with you in it!”

“You’re condemning yourself, Sonic.” Amy stood boldly, a fierce look of a natural born leader in it.

“I can’t let you ruin yourself… or our friends.” She took on a look of pity, and that snapped something inside of Sonic.

“You… you’re the one… the one whose been screwing up everything!!! I’m trying to save the world! And you’re here, trying to reform me!?”

She glared.

“That’s it. I don’t need any of you! I just need to correct my own wrong. I get it now. Way to take everything away from me, Amy.”

Amy turned her head away, showing the pain of his words.

“Heh. But then again… you’re just good at making my life difficult, aren’t you?” he stretched out his hands, smirking and then starting to walk away. “Guess your actions speak louder than worthless vows, huh, Amy?”

His last sentence was like a snake’s poison, colder than an icy peak, and sharper than any known blade…

She leaned her head up, her eyes widening.

As if you ever knew love…”

She let out a battlecry and raced passed her guarded structure of teammates and friends, and charged him.

“Something doesn’t feel right…” Silver looked more closely to Sonic’s face as he slightly turned it back towards them, over his shoulder.

He was smirking.

“AMY! He was luring you!” Silver tried to warn, as Sonic kicked back and the two began to brawl.

“Sonic!” Tails leaned forward, but was held back by Knuckles.

“Are you crazy!? They gotta settle this on their own.” Knuckles looked to the two, seeing how no one was holding back a punch, but also noticed how hurt each of their faces were.

“…This is how they’re talking it out.” he admitted.

“I know the feeling…” he looked back at Rouge, who folded her arms and looked sorrowfully down and away.

He frowned, before letting Tails go and moving back, going to her. “Hey…” he scratched behind his head, looking away for a moment as she looked up, surprised he came back.

And smiled, lowering her eyelids. “Hey.

The two duked it out under the careful supervision of the teammates, before they got so worn out they pulled back, and both were bending down, breathing hard, and the flames consuming most of the oxygen.

“I don’t get.” Sonic suddenly spoke up. “If I was such a bother, why didn’t anyone tell me?”

“Cause they worried you’d do this, Sonic. You’d assert fake dominance just so you could play hero again.” she gestured to everyone before bending to her knees, trying to hold herself up. “You’ve grown hatred in your heart, Sonic. And with each passing day, you hurt more and more of us by striping freedom away. The very thing you fight for you’re taking from everyone else! You’re compensating when you think you’ve fully lost,… and you’ve lost it Sonic.”

He looked up into her eyes.

You’ve lost our respect.”

He bit down on his teeth again, before looking to his teammates… and suddenly seeing how much pain he caused them.

He looked into each of their eyes.

He stepped back, his face melting into shame, and turning away from them.

“I… what have I done…?”

“You’ve lost yourself. And by doing so, you’ve lost our regards.” Amy slowly stood up, regaining strength. “Oh, Sonic…” she shook her head, taking on a more breathy, and desperate voice.

“Where have you gone?”

“Away… I just wanted… I just wanted to defeat him quickly… bring things back to the way their suppose to be!” he shook out his head and thrust an arm down.

“Amy… Tails… Knuckles.. Everyone…” his head fell.

I’m so sorry.”

The team suddenly smiled.

“I can imagine if you can’t forgive me… I’ll take whatever punishment you want to dish out on me… but for now…” he turned around, being much more sincere and losing his anger. “For now, let’s just survive till this thing is done! If you want…” he looked to Amy, then the team, before gesturing to her. “Amy can be your leader! Clearly, that’s what you all want, anyway…” he looked away, hurt to say it, but knowing she was the only one to take him head on.

“I’m sorry.” He looked up again, admitting his wrongs. “I’m not the greatest hero this world has… but I’m lucky I’m not the only one.”

The teams nodded, and suddenly cheered.

The next few months, Sonic was put on cleaning duty, unable to fight every battle, and forced to obey others orders.

Tails led over strategy, Knuckles was more the fieldwork, and Amy played distraction for most rounds.

They were winning!

“Great job out there, Knuckles! Rouge! You were amazing! Nice job! Shadow~ Keeping the heat! Amy!”

She stopped, turning around in surprise and curiosity at what he was going to say.

He was slowly coming back to his old self, having let power and control get the best of him through his negative feelings, so to speak. But now he was zipping around, darting to each friend, and complimenting them on a hard day’s work done.

“.. Is that a new headband?” he gestured, bending a bit and lifting his big toe up, fashionably.

“Y-yes. It is! The last one got pretty damaged so…” Amy rubbed her new headband, before smiling fondly to Sonic. “Thanks for noticing!”

“No problem. Looks good on ya.” he winked, before darting off. “See ya!”

“W-wait!” she outstretched her hand to him, as he halted and lowered his leg, almost having gone out of earshot.

“What’s up…” he looked much more gently to her. “Amy?”

There was a moment of silence…

Amy looked around, before seeing a pen on the ground.

It was close enough for her to reach… but…

“Could you get me that pen?” She pointed down below.

He looked down at it, and raised an eyebrow.

Walking moderately over to it, he reached down, and slowly rose back up to come just a few inches close to her, and opened his hand to reveal the pen.

“…This pen?”

They were so close…

His smile didn’t leave his face.

She wasn’t sure if he was playing or understanding her invitation to come closer.

“…Thank you.” she ducked her head, and took it from his palm.

He lowered his eyelids as she did so, before looking up at his name being called.

“Sonic! We need you on scout duty! Amy-! O-oh, you’re right there. Ehem. You’re blazing the way this time. Over and out, everyone!” Tails clanged his hand to the clipboard, before seeing the pen in Amy’s hand.

“Oh, thank you. I’ve been looking for that.” he plucked it out of her frozen hand and didn’t even act like he noticed how close the two were.

“See ya on the field.”

“Heh, looks like we’re partnering up.” Sonic turned back to Amy, not even attempting to move away. “Wouldn’t mind if I saved your life once or twice… do you?” he grinned.

“….If you insist~” Amy flirted, smiling and then slightly giggling as she leaned away.

“I guess that means you’ll have to stay…” he put an arm around her.


He pulled her closer, winking.

She turned her head away, but flickered her eyelashes shyly up to him.

“Don’t play coy with me, I know you’re loving this.” he teased, letting her go and drop slightly as he walked away, shaking his head. “Amateur.”

“Ah!” she dropped her jaw at his words, rebalancing herself and charging after him, jumping on his back.

“Why you-! AHH!! haha!!”

He pulled her more up and held her legs, piggyback style, winking an eye shut and chuckling as he took off.

She laughed as the others looked at the two racing by.

“We’ll be heading out first!”

“It’s amazing.” Rouge shook her head, folding her arms. “How fast that girl can forgive him.”

“Then again… haven’t we forgiven him?” Shadow turned back to her, as she smiled and sighed to him.

“After all the things that boy did to us, then how he treated her just a little while ago… I’ll admit, he’s turned over a new leaf. But it seems so…”



“Maybe she had something more to do with that. After all, she did give him a pretty hard time when he first started working around the base.” Shadow gestured a hand out. “Perhaps, for one, he actually had to work at getting her to like him once more.” he folded his arms and then stepped away.

Rouge smirked at the notion, “I think you may be on to something, Shadow. How observant of you.”

“Hmph. Sorta like how I noticed you and Knuckles getting friendly behind stone walls as well.”

“W-WHAT? WHY YOU SNEAKY LITTLE PEEP! Get back here and face me like a man!” she twitched an eye and shook a fist up, racing after him. “SHADOW!”


Human Rouge, Maria in my clothes, and more Rouge!

There was supposed to be an Amy that matched the first Rouge, but I accidentally closed FireAlpaca without saving it ;<; As both a human and a bat I find her pretty difficult to draw because she’s quite curvey in the big bust and hips, but small waist sense… even as a bat ;<; Giving her hips as a bat is hard and I clearly just gave up. Just means I need to draw her more!!

Also, with Maria, I’m very inconsistent with her facial features. I drew her quite nicely last month and I don’t think I’ve been able to pull it off since TwT
I love drawing her, though. Her hair is fun to exaggerate. 

Of course after they have been a couple for awhile, Amy gets one of “Sonic’s Special Dangerously Delicious Quill Massages” (and yes, he would totally call it that) for her birthday ♡(⁎˃̶᷇﹃˂̶᷆⁎ԅ( ˘͈‧̫ ˘͈ ƪ)♡

Bday Drawing 3 of 3

And I wrote a little mini story about it. It gets a little steamy but it’s not too bad. If you are easily made uncomfortable then just skip it!

“Make way for the birthday girl!” the blue hedgehog shouted to an empty room before easing himself and the pink companion held in his arms through the doorway. Amy Rose laughed, playfully nudging his shoulder and kicking her feet while he held her bridal style.

“Was it really necessary to carry me through my own house?” she asked. The cocky male winked at her before carefully setting her down on the vanity stool in front of the bed.

“Sonic the Hedgehog does not make his gal WALK on her own birthday!” he teased, kneeling in front of her so they were at eye level once again. Amy sighed and stroked his muzzle happily, before a quizzical look appeared on her face. “Wait a sec, how long have we been dating and you’re just now initiating the no-walking-birthday-rule?” Sonic blinked as he tried to formulate a witty response, but to no avail. He glared as the girl teased him before pressing a firm but quick kiss to her lips.

“If you’re gonna sass me, you won’t get your birthday present,” he threatened with a smirk. She pouted and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Okay okay, I’ll hush! So what is it? What is it?” Amy couldn’t stop her feet from bouncing and just her sheer excitement alone made Sonic extra proud of his brilliant idea.

“You, my dear,” he started, kissing her button nose, “get the gift of a ‘Sonic’s Special Dangerously Delicious Quill Massage.’” Amy’s eyes lit up and she covered her mouth in surprise. She and Sonic had officially been a couple for what seemed like ages already, but his quill massages were rare to come by. The hedgehogs were very passionate for one another, but displays of affection were something Sonic still struggled to be completely comfortable with. In his defense, he was definitely getting better about it as time passed.

“Really?” she finally asked, too thrilled by the offer to even tease him about the silly nickname he gave this particular gift. He grinned, already loving the sight of the blush beginning to paint her cheeks.

“Yeah, really.” He kissed her again before leaning up and making his way around her, peppering her jaw, neck and shoulder with kisses along the way. He nuzzled his nose under her locks of pink quills, brushing up against the grain of her fur as he took in the sweet scent of her shampoo. At last he was standing behind her and he noticed her shoulders were already tense from the little preview he had just given her. Sonic removed her headband in one swift movement and passed it to her. “Mind taking this for me?”

Amy raised a trembling hand, taking the red headband from him before clutching it with both hands. She exhaled and closed her eyes to calm herself and still the fluttering heart in her chest. However her composure instantly melted away as soon as she felt Sonic’s fingers press to the base of her neck.

Sonic kneaded at her scalp first, firmly rubbing his fingertips into the subtle grooves of the back of her head and soliciting a purr from his girlfriend. He smiled and dragged his fingers up slowly, rustling up her quills and making them splay out in every direction. Amy inhaled sharply, gripping onto her headband tightly as she tried to fight the giggles that were trying to burst from her lips. Instead she began bouncing her foot again, trying to keep her energy centered in her leg so she wouldn’t distract Sonic from his work. Once his hands made their way halfway up her scalp, he rotated them so his palms pressed to her head and he threaded his fingers through her fur and quills, scratching and massaging her at the same time. He leaned forward and kissed her ear and she jolted at the touch.

“S-sorry,” she stuttered. He tutted at her apology and kissed her ear again to let her know it was okay. Her ear was already burning against his lips so he growled before biting and tugging on it lovingly. Amy broke into a fit of giggles and pants, shivering from the overwhelming sensations. Despite this, Sonic didn’t release her ear from his teeth as he continued to massage deep into her quills, making sure every last fur and fiber was bristled and stood on end. He kept the pace of his hands slow and firm but mixed up the routine every so often, sometimes taking a lock or two in his hands to just stroke through her fur and make her scalp tingle. Eyes closed, he sighed as he began to get carried away, squeezing at the nape of her neck which made her quiver uncontrollably underneath him. At the same time he shifted his hand to firmly grind his knuckles against her scalp he started to dip his tongue in to her ear before a loud SNAP brought him back to his senses.

“W-whoa!” Amy gasped, gulping hard and swaying a bit. Sonic knelt down, quickly scanning her. “Ames are you okay? Are you hurt?”

She shook her head and he finally noticed her face beet red. “No, I’m not hurt, j-just a little lightheaded,” she laughed nervously, leaning back against him as he caught her.

“What was that snap I heard?”

Amy’s eyes fluttered open, blinking several times to get rid of the stars she was still seeing. At last she looked down at her hands and chuckled nervously. She turned to face Sonic, holding up the two broken pieces of headband that remained in her hands. “Your massages really do live up to the ‘dangerous’ part of the name I guess.”

Sonic laughed incredulously, actually managing to impress himself with the number he had apparently done on her. “…Whoops?” She raised her arm up behind her, pulling her to him so she could press her cheek to his.

“Thank you,” she purred happily. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he replied, wrapping his arms around her waist in a gentle embrace. “Happy birthday, Ames.”

Boom!Sonamy - Advice (Part 2)

So after great reception from the first chapter of “Advice” I felt encouraged to write a follow-up about their lunch “date” ;)  It honestly threw me off a bit that people liked it so I wasn’t prepared to write more, but over time I finally came up with this. Don’t plan on writing another part, but then again I hadn’t planned on writing this one until I saw how well the first did, so maybe I will if I get the ideas for one but no promises. ^^
Anyways, please enjoy! :D Chapter 1 is here –> [X]

Sonic knocked lightly on the door to Amy’s hut, unable to deny he was feeling a bit nervous about the idea of the two of them getting lunch together, alone. He knew it was silly to feel this way considering it wasn’t like they had agreed this was an actual date, but at the same time he couldn’t help it. He knew they had feelings for each other now after all, so how could he not be nervous about being with her? As these feelings continued to swirl in his head, his attention was drawn to Amy stepping outside, an apologetic smile on her face.

    “Sorry to keep you waiting.” Amy said, her hands brushing at her quills quickly as they left her house.

    “Don’t worry about it,” Sonic replied, waving off her apology with his hand quickly. “I’d only been waiting a minute anyway.”

A silence quickly fell between them, both unable to come up with much conversation as they walked through town and got in line at Mehburger. They ordered their usual and then sat at one of the two-person tables up front, awkwardly making small talk as normally as they could while they waited.

    “So, what do you wanna do together after this?” Sonic asked casually. Amy flashed him a confused look at first but then a small smile broke out on her face.
    “You want to hang out together after this…?” Amy started shyly, triggering Sonic to stare wide-eyed for a moment from registering his previous words before displaying an embarrassed grin.

    “N-no! W-well,” Sonic stuttered, “I mean m-maybe…only i-if you-”
    “I’d love that.” Amy interrupted, surprising Sonic and making his embarrassed grin grow a bit wider.

“Heh, really?” Amy nodded in reply and they both smiled at each other, letting small laughs escape, their hands slightly touching as they both forgot about being in public. Just then there was a familiar voice from behind, bringing them out of it.

    “Hey love-hogs, care to tone down the pda? I’m trying to enjoy my lunch over here!”
Sonic and Amy both did a double-take, looking at their hands briefly before withdrawing them awkwardly with slight blushes on their faces. Sonic whipped his head around, immediately on his feet defensively as he met eyes with none other than Dr. Eggman.

    “Woah, hey, no need for violence,” Eggman replied quickly. “Just wanted to enjoy my meal without the noise of you two flirting over there.”

    “Wha-fl-flirting?? We-! W-we were just-!” Sonic spluttered angrily, stepping forward slightly before Amy grabbed his arm, making him turn his head to look at her questioningly.

    “Sonic, let’s not make a scene,” Amy reasoned calmly, subtly motioning so that he saw that everyone else there was now focused on them.
    “Yeah, listen to your girlfriend Sonic. You don’t want to get thrown out now do you?”
    “She’s not my-! Urgh whatever…”

With a frustrated growl he gave one last glare towards Eggman before sitting down and taking a large bite out of his chilidog, annoyed until after a few minutes things settled down and they could finally enjoy each other’s company again. They finished their meal rather quickly, intent on getting away from prying eyes and Eggman’s teasing comments, which continued as they left though thankfully they were out of earshot before long. Feeling a bit awkward they tried their best to stay casual as they walked out of town deciding what to do next on the way.

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entredormidaydespierta  asked:

Soooo I was wondering, maybe you could write a kinda story about Sonic and Amy being a lil bit older (so amy is not 12 lol, maybe shes 16?) and being secret lovers? I dont mind if they're actually dating or not, but it would be so cool if they had these "make up sessions" in secret or something. If you can set it up in Modern, please? Thanks!

Make… up?

As in, they fight? xD I always make them a little older in all my sonamy stuff, I don’t quite believe a 15 year old Sonic would be in the proper ‘mindset’ for any of my stories without being a bit older. (Unless I was completely true to canon, which no one seems to ask for, so I write those on my own.) but that’s because Canon’s sonamy is very light and people want it more upfront, so to speak, not hidden away because of all the connotations that there’s nothing there or something. Sad how that works out :(

So, secret lovers? I can do that. To keep it canon though, do you mind if they’ve just recently become a couple..? That way, I can keep Sonic a little skittish like canon so it’s not so AU XD

Thanks for the ask! I hope this works for you, here I go!

(I’m gonna assume you mean some kissing… I’ll… *ehem* do what I can ;) )


Amy was thrilled that Sonic was spending more time with her, sitting under a tree as they ‘hung out’ together.

He seemed half asleep though, and she looked up, wanting a bit more attention or for this day to go a little more how she would like it.

However… she had to be cautious!

She looked down, saddened by that fact but also determined to succeed, her little mouth forming a pout as her fists came up close together by her face.

She had a plan!

She didn’t want to scare off Sonic from this recent decision to spend more time with her, but she also wanted to make sure he knew what he was getting into…

She took a deep breath, and slowly tried to reach for his hand.

His eyes blinked open, and he gave her a funny look, raising his eyebrow.

She flinched back and hid her face down by his chest, not sure what to do…

She had to try something!

“S…Sonic?” she got up slightly, blinking worriedly to him as she tried to think of how to word this right… “W..want to play a game?”

He tilted his head, “A game?”

At least she got him talking a bit…

“Emhm.” she nodded, “If you want the date to end, you have to play this game first, and then- I’ll let you go!” Amy held a finger up, stating the new rule, before happily lowering her hands to her lap and smiling brightly, eyes closed at her brilliant scheming.

Suspicion spread across Sonic’s face, and she sweat dropped at it.

“What kind of game..?” he seemed to mumble out, yawning before getting up.

“It’s just like your Acts! with each Stage containing another level!” she explained, and put her hands together. “First Act!”

She took his hand, and swung it around, “Stage 1!”

His eyes looked a little concerned,… thinking this weird, he looked back up at her.

“…Eh-heh… heh…” she let go of the hand. “Stage 2!” she leaned close and stared into his eyes.

When he looked away, nervous, she pouted and made a new rule up on the spot.

Who was she kidding, this was all made up on the spot!

“5 seconds for each!”

“5 seconds?!” Sonic turned back to her, blinking in surprise and pulling his frown back, clearly not happy about that as his hand moved over himself, as if in defense.

“Ohhh, quit complaining or I won’t let you leave!” she puffed a side of her cheek up, making him innerwardly smile at the cute drama she usually had whenever he was around her.

He sighed and sat, holding his legs as they stared at one another for a moment…

“Good!” Amy clapped, then winked to hold up two fingers, “Act 2!”

He rolled his eyes.

Cautiously, she moved herself closer to him, and leaned her head against his shoulder.

He leaned back, “Uhh…” feeling uncomfortable, even if they were just like this a few seconds ago…

“…3…4….5! Good job! Stage cleared!” Amy praised, making him feel even more out of place.

“Amy…” he thought that was a bit much, but she continued, putting his hands around her waist. “Okay! Stage 2!”

“H-hang on a second!” Sonic squirmed, but she gave him a fierce look of disapproval, and he stopped struggling, sweat dropping.

She smiled, “3…4….5! Okay! Act 3!”

“Amy, isn’t this a little mu-”

He paused.

His eyes widened.

Her forehead touched his.

This was probably the closest he had ever been to her… or even another girl for that matter.

Suddenly his mouth opened as his brain started connecting the dots of what was happening…

And what the next Stage may be…

“4…5! Okay! Last Stage!” Amy suddenly lost her smile.

Her eyes fluttered a moment before she looked away.

“…S-so… Act 3′s stage 2 is um… you have to um…” she closed her eyes, thinking it unfair to have their first… well, kiss like this, so she switched directions.

She leaned her cheek up to him, and closed her eyes, blushing.

“You have to kiss my cheek and hold it for 5 seconds.”

Now Sonic was mute.

His body bristled up with his quills as he shook, his hands moving off of her and his face looking horrified.

This was her big plan!?

They had been hanging out more lately, that’s true, but just because he was starting to date her doesn’t mean…

He looked away, his mind working through what was happening before she blinked one eye open.

She looked away, as if disappointed, before up with a slight sweat mark to the side of her face, as if nervous that if she let him off the hook now, she may never ‘condition’ him into being more intimate with her…

“Y-..You j-j-just have to do it for 5 seconds. Tops.” she closed her eyes again. “It… it’s not bad! Honest! You’ll see…” she waited, as he looked back at her.

the wind was suddenly chilly, and she didn’t like this feeling…

This was wrong,… she shouldn’t do this.

“On second thought…” she was about to give in, before shaking her head and forcing herself to show no mercy!

“Emm-emm! I’m not giving up! I’ll go first!” she put her hands up by her face, being strong, kissed him with a bit of force by his cheek.

His mouth suddenly swished to the middle of his face, as a heat rose up to his face but no color showed this sensation.

He suddenly was about to speed off, but his legs were trapped under where she was leaning over him to perform this ‘stage’ as she called it.

She leaned away, smiling then.

“Okay, now you’re turn.”

There was a second of silence, before he slowly moved a leg up.

“Ah..” she saw what he was attempting to do.

“NOOO!!!” she leaped before he could fully race away, and grabbed his leg, as he struggled to crawl away.

“You have to complete the stages!!! Sonic!!!” she wasn’t going to let him out of this one!

He looked back, still squeamish before his eyes lightened to a softer look, seeing her eyes slowly fill with tears.

“Just… 5 seconds… it isn’t a lot… is there something wrong with that..?” she bent her head down, gripping the leg she had even tighter under her.

He suddenly felt a longing then, something more than to appease her….

He scooted back, and helped her up.

She wiped her tears away, sniffing.

“Am I not pretty enough or-”

He cut her off with a sweet, gentle press upon the side of her cheek. Not really much of a kiss, but his lips were on her cheek, and he held it with a trembling and shaking body.

She blinked her eyes open a few times, before he sped off.

She was thrilled! She couldn’t wait to try it again but he had left for a long time after that… even to the point she was terrified he wouldn’t come back for good now…

Bu then…

He did come back, with chilidogs for them.

They spent every date doing different things but the routine carried.

At the beach, before telling her goodbye, he would awkwardly prepare himself and go through each stage, almost hastily, against Amy’s liking…

At the park, he freely held her hand and Amy stated it could count for the first stage, but he held it much longer than 5 seconds…

Another day, they went to twinkle park, and he felt too embarrassed to go through the last few acts with people all around them… so they went behind a booth, the lights of the ferriswheel beside them, and for the first time, he kissed her cheek without delay.

A few adventures meant they couldn’t spend time together for a while… but then…

“Okay! Last stage and I’ll see you again!” Amy, happily already in his arms from the last few acts, leaned up and kissed his cheek.

One eye squinted down, but his smile didn’t fade…

That was different.

“Good night~” she chimed, before leaning her head up and closing her eyes, waiting for the usual soft, and sweet peck on the cheek before they parted…

Suddenly, she felt a hand on the side of her face.


She opened her eyes just enough to see him staring at her, a look that she had never seen before.

“..E…Eh?” she was a little takenback, before he pulled her closer to him, her body against his as suddenly the night air wasn’t so chilly anymore.


He leaned into her unexpecting expression… and their first kiss lasted innocently, about.. from what Amy remembers when she started counting, at least 6 seconds or more…

He pulled away, “Night, Amy.” he didn’t look phased… or uncomfortable… or even skittish.

It was as if…

Her little game worked.

“Sonic…” her eyes sparkled with the stars, amazed by him actually initiating the next step without her encouragement.


She pouted.

She couldn’t get him to kiss her on the lips after that, he would surprise her at the end of some ‘get togethers’ by doing so, but it was always when she was caught off-guard or didn’t think he would it.

One of these days,.. she wanted to catch it and make it last a little longer, letting a little more passion be put into it, but she figured he would take that step too… when he was ready.

Still~ The feelings and butterflies never left! And she never got tried of seeing flowers at her door, or being whisked away while she was out and about, being taken on adventure after adventure.

Then… at last… when the last stage came again, she took courage and kissed him first, not on the cheek this time, and attempted to hold it longer and explore more.

She suddenly felt him tense and move away, and was worried her actions may have been to much then…

But to her surprise, he grinned.

“Well.. You’ve moved on to a completely different zone.” he smirked, and suddenly she realized something.

She hadn’t told him the next zone!

“Alright, Amy. I’ll play.” he stepped up, not shying away as he had once in the past done so many times.

“But… these are my rules now.” he gave her a little look in his eye before pulling her into ‘his turn’.

She didn’t know what was really happening besides the fact that they were going to find a whole new world…


Anonymous suggested: I have had an appendectomy yesterday and I’m feeling generally crappy… can you write anything with Sheldon having to have a surgery and Amy taking care of him?

Note: Feel better, sweetheart!  I hope that you are taking it easy.

The doctor walked into the waiting room and sat next to Amy.  She set down the book she had been staring at, but not reading to look at the doctor.

“Everything went great.  He’s coming back around and you will be able to go see him in a few moments.  We are going to keep him overnight, but you should be able to take him home tomorrow.  Do you have any questions?” the doctor told Amy.

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Merry Sickmas

A Joshaya Fanfic

Story by: @hoffkk

Requested by: Anonymous

Prompt:  When everyone goes to the Philly house for Christmas Josh is so sick with a cold/fever that he legit can’t leave his bedroom since he has a crappy immune system due to nearly dying of a respiratory infection when he was born. when Maya hears coughing from one of the rooms her heart breaks because she knows what it’s like to be alone when you’re sick so she ditches dinner to take care of him even though he insists he’s fine by himself. (bonus points for sleepy and cuddly Josh!)


“Merry Christmas!” Maya and Riley said in unison along with their families as they entered the old house where Mr. Matthews grew up.  Brushing the snow off of her coat, Maya put down her duffle bag and took in her surroundings.  The house was just as she remembered from her visit in junior high, which seemed like just yesterday, but, in reality, years had gone by, and she was now a junior in high school.  The only real differences Maya could notice were the Christmas decorations and the smells of ham and potatoes cooking in the kitchen along with the rest of the holiday feast.

“I’m so happy you guy’s could make it.” Amy cheered, moving from the kitchen doorway to greet each visitor with a tight hug.

Maya couldn’t help but smile at she embraced the elder Mrs. Matthews who smelled like gingerbread. The old woman was like a third mother to her, always so kind and sweet and offering advice when she could.  It wasn’t hard to believe that Cory, Mr. Matthews, was cut from the same cloth, not at all.

Alan Matthews, Cory’s dad, had gotten up from the couch during their chaotic arrival and started giving hugs and handshakes of his own.  Once everyone said their hellos, Cory asked, “Where is everyone else?”

“Morgan’s flight was cancelled due to the snow, so she won’t be here until tomorrow.”  Amy answered.

“Yeah, and Eric had some last minute business to attend to, but he should arrive sometime tonight.” Alan informed the bunch.

“And Josh?” Maya queried before she could stop herself.  "Auggie’s been really excited to see him.“  She added quickly, pulling the boy in question close to her side and patting him on the shoulder.

"Paws off the merchandise.”  Auggie said, removing himself from Maya’s grasp.  "If the wife smells your perfume on me, I’ll never hear the end of it.“

"You aren’t gonna see Ava for another week, I highly doubt–” Riley began to disagree with her brother but was interrupted.

“SHE HAS THE NOSE OF A BLOOD HOUND!” Auggie yelled as he gripped Riley’s sweater and pulled her down to meet his eyes straight on.

Riley’s eyes widened, but before she could respond, Topanga pulled her little boy away and attempted to calm him as she tried not to laugh.

Maya chuckled herself as Riley straightened out her red and green striped sweater dress.  Looking up, she saw everyone was amused by Auggie’s little outburst, revealing some sort of smile or laugh… except for Amy.  She offered a small smile, but it didn’t last as it was quickly replaced by a look of sadness.  As her eyes began to water, Maya asked.  "Mrs. Matthews, are you all right?“

"Mom, what’s wrong?” Cory chimed in as he took a step closer, suddenly worried.

“I’m fine, I just–” Amy started.

“Josh is sick.” Alan spoke up, wrapping a comforting arm around his wife’s back.  "He’s upstairs sleeping off his fever.  He’ll be fine, but you know your mother likes to worry.“

Everyone just nodded in response like his explanation made sense.  Maya didn’t want to be rude so she nodded too, but she felt confused. Who cries over their 19 year old son being sick?

Topanga, always one to take control, spoke up to diffuse the situation even more.  "Well, mom, how about Katy and I help you with dinner, while the boys take care of the bags?”

Amy nodded and the women headed toward the kitchen. Just then Alan stepped toward Cory and Shawn and informed them, “I got the basement finished, so you and your wives can stay down there on the air mattresses we’ve set up.  The girls can share Morgan’s room.”

“What about me?” Auggie questioned.

“You can share with Josh once he’s feeling better, but until then you best bunk with your dad, kiddo.” Alan answered, ruffling his grandson’s hair affectionately. “C'mon, I’ll show you the way.”  He added, walking his relatives to the newest area of the house.

As the men walked away, the girls took off their winter coats and boots.

Hanging her coat on the hook by the door, Maya just couldn’t keep quiet anymore and said, “So… you grandma… does she always get emotional like that when you guys are sick?”

“No, just Josh.” Riley answered, hanging up her own coat. “I know it seems silly, but him being sick reminds her of a dark time.”

Maya was immediately intrigued, so she quickly pulled her to the couch and said, “All right, spill.”

Riley took a deep breath then launched into the story her father told her a few years ago.  She told Maya about the day Josh was born and how he couldn’t breathe on his own.  She explained how he couldn’t leave the hospital for a while, but that, eventually, he got better and was able to leave.  

“Wow.” Maya finally responded.  "I had no idea.“

"Yeah…” Riley trailed off for a moment then went on.  "and apparently, ever since then, his respiratory system has been a little sensitive, so when he gets even the littlest bit sick–“

"His mom gets taken back to the day he was born and the fear she felt for his well being.” Maya finished, understanding washing over her.

“Yeah.” Riley nodded.  

The room grew quiet for a long moment as both girls reflected on the story.   Riley wasn’t as familiar with the feelings of sadness and pain as Maya, so thinking about the story quickly made her uncomfortable and made her the first to break the silence.

“Enough sad talk.” Riley said matter-of-factly. “Grandma is fine, Josh is fine-ish, we’re all fine, and, most importantly, it’s Christmas!  So, let’s enjoy it.”

“You’re right, Riles.”  Maya smiled. “Let’s go unpack.”

With that, the girls slipped off their shoes, put them by the door, and headed upstairs with their bags in tow.


Riley led Maya upstairs and down the hallway.

“Shh… That’s Josh’s room.”  Riley informed her friend so she would not disturb her uncle’s rest. “Morgan’s room is right up here.”

Maya followed Riley a few more feet to a door on the opposite side of the hall.  After dropping off their things, they headed back down stairs.  Half way down the hall, Riley whisper yelled, “Aw, shoot!”

“What?” Maya inquired.

“My phone’s about die… I’ll be right back.”  She said, then hurried back to Morgan’s bedroom.

Maya leaned against the wall and waited.  As she did so, her eyes drifted toward the door across the hall to her left: Josh’s door. It was cracked open slightly, but it was dark, too dark to see anything from her position.  So, she looked away, taking in the photographs that lined the hallway. There were tons of Amy and Alan and their children, including Shawn, at all ages.  Her favorites were the line of wedding photos across from her, right next to Josh’s door.  There was one of Amy and Alan, Cory and Topanga, and Shawn and Katy.  They were framed in delicate, white, heart-shaped frames and each hung on a nail in the wall by a single white ribbon.  They were fancy yet simple and Maya loved it, especially the one of her mom and Shawn.  She still couldn’t believe it was real.

A sudden noise made her eyes dart back over to Josh’s door.  It was a cough, then another cough, then suddenly he seemed to be choking on a cough. She was thinking about going over to check on him, but suddenly it stopped.  As she sat in the quiet, Maya noticed her heart was racing.

Geez, no wonder Mrs. Matthews was so worried.  He sounded terrible, and now that she knew the story about his birth, she wanted to cry too.  However, before she could get too emotional, a quiet voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Sorry I took so long, my charger made its way to the bottom of my bag during the trip, but I found it.” She smiled.

“And now you can text Lucas to your little heart’s content.” Maya teased.

“That’s the plan.” Riley smiled, choosing to ignore Maya’s teasing.  Maybe she was being excessive, I mean, the whole reason her phone died was because she had been texting Lucas the whole trip to Philly, but it was Christmas, and she missed her boyfriend.  Who cares how many texts she sends?

Rolling her eyes, Maya smirked and replied, “Tell Huckleberry I said Happy Holidays.”

“I will,” Riley nodded.  "but first… let’s find an outlet!“

Maya shook her head then followed her best friend back downstairs, but not before giving Josh’s door one last glance.


Dinner was nearly over and Maya’s plate was nearly full.  It wasn’t that the food didn’t taste good, because it tasted great. Maya just didn’t have much of an appetite after hearing Josh sounding so sick.  More than that, she felt guilty.  It didn’t seem fair that she was having fun chatting with family and friends around the dinner table, while he was upstairs by himself coughing and sneezing.

Glancing around the table, no one else appeared to be bothered by Josh’s absence.  Just Maya. Then again, maybe she was  just being overly-sensitive to Josh’s situation because she knew what it was like to be alone and sick.  

When her mom was a waitress, she worked all the time.  Maya new that it wasn’t because she wanted to but because she had to.  It was the only way to make ends meet.  Unfortunately, that meant she wasn’t always there for Maya, including when she was ill… but Maya managed.  However, that didn’t mean she liked it.  Being sick was never fun, especially when you were alone.

"You okay, baby girl?” Katy asked, breaking through her daughter’s train of thought.

“Huh?” Maya said, meeting her mother’s eyes.

“You’ve barely touched your food.” Katy noted, nodding her head toward Maya’s plate, where she was pushing around an array of food with her fork.

“Oh, sorry.” Maya apologized.  "I guess, I’m just not that hungry.“

"I hope you aren’t coming down with what Joshua has.” Amy said worriedly.  "You feeling okay, sweetie?“

"Yeah, I’m fine.” Maya promised, wanting to put Mrs. Matthews at ease.  "Just tired, you know, from all the traveling.  I think I’m gonna go lie down for a while.“

"Okay, let us know if you need anything.” The elder Mrs. Matthews told her.

Maya smiled and nodded, then headed out of the kitchen.


Once she was upstairs, Maya headed toward a bedroom, but it wasn’t Morgan’s.  It was Josh’s.  She just couldn’t help herself, she had to check on him.  So, she crept up to the cracked door quietly.

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Kaotic Koncepts: Team Rose Gameplay/Controls for 2D Sonic Game Idea

Heyah everyone! I’m back with this whole idea again and this time I’m going to unveil the gameplay/controls of Team Rose! Sorry to keep any of you waiting for this ^_^; I meant to post this on Monday, but I completely forgot lol And I couldn’t do it yesterday because Sonic Forces revealed their “Custom Hero” feature and this would drowned in the hype XD Coincidentally, that feature is kind of what I’m trying to do, just applying it to the canon characters and it’s strictly for a 2D game (though 3D would be awesome). *Ahem* Anyway, before I go on, I’m just going to remind you that I’m just sharing a general idea for how the characters in question would play in this game idea of mine; the main purpose is to see if the traits/abilities me and my friends have come up are good or not, not so much the numbers being presented. Maybe I’ve made Ring costs too much or too little, but that doesn’t matter. Also, not going to do a “Read More” >:D 

Amy Rose

Overview: Have no fear, Underdo- I mean, Amy Rose is here! At last we get to this pink hedgehog, for Amy is one of my top favorite characters! Literally a close second to Cream, Amy’s own sidekick! Damn shame though that, thanks to Sonic Team’s handling of her character, Amy’s one of the most polarizing characters in this franchise… Well, even if it’s strictly in gameplay manners, I’m going to do Amy some serious justice with this idea of mine!

So, the idea I’ve always had for Amy was to take her gameplay from the first Sonic Advance but make her more acrobatic, and most importantly, grant Amy the use of magic! I know there are people who oppose Amy using magic, but it makes the most sense to me; Amy had a fascination with the arcane and utilized tarot cards in the Classic era and I see no reason not to bring that back, not to mention her hammer gives off serious magic vibes. And so with that, I’ve given Amy the ability to triple jump via the “Arcane Arts”, able to grab onto Swing Bars and extra proficient with them, a fast swimmer, and being able to roll into a ball (not jump into one though, there’s a big difference there). And for both her Abilities, Amy makes use of those tarot cards she used to find Sonic back in Sonic CD; the first use being to basically look up the map of the level, but in a limited sense, and the second use is gaining every known power-up from the cards, at the cost of Rings of course. All that alongside a “stomp attack” that lets Amy plummet to the ground at a fast rate! Never forget that this rose has serious thorns!


-Speed Type

-Fifth fastest character

-Can swim; fast swim speed but medium breath duration and stamina

-Can’t jump into a ball

-Can roll into a ball

-Able to grab onto Swing Bars

-Medium durability; loses 65 Rings on damage but can reclaim 40 of them

-Has the unique “Arcane Vision”, allowing Amy to see past illusions such as invisible platforms or false walls

Move Set

Jump (in midair)- Magic Jump (Using her Arcane Arts, Amy is able to jump while in the air. Magic Jump gives the most horizontal movement of all available double jumps and Amy can use it twice for a triple jump. However Amy is vulnerable to any enemies she hits and she’s unable to attack. Can be done after jumping to the air from the ground, launched into the air from a spring, or even falling off a ledge into the air)

Up + Jump- Hammer Jump (Amy slams her hammer onto the ground and does so with enough force to launch herself into the air. Hammer Jump enables Amy to jump even higher than with her double jump, however she can’t move easily in the air like she can with the double jump and her horizontal movement especially isn’t as good. Upon using the Hammer Jump, Amy swings her hammer the whole time while flipping forward as if she’s doing “Air Hammer” repeatedly, making Amy automatically attack any enemies she hits and grab onto any Swing Bars. Note that pressing/holding Up does not halt movement)

Down + Jump- Spin Dash (Amy rolls into a ball and revs herself, gathering speed with each press of the Jump button. Once Down is released, Amy launches herself forward with the speed dependent on how much the Spin Dash was charged. Though she was initially incapable of this technique, Amy has trained herself in the art of the Spin Dash and has succeeded)

Attack- Hammer Strike (Amy strikes the enemy with her hammer. You couldn’t get a simpler description. When she’s not moving or simply walking, Amy slams the hammer down in front of her. When running, Amy swings her hammer horizontally, enabling her to attack while moving with only a slight penalty in speed. Hammer Strike destroys any non-armored enemies and Amy isn’t harmed by hazards on enemies. The immobile version of Hammer Strike can be used on a spring to launch Amy higher and faster than any other character)

Attack (in midair)- Air Hammer (While in the air, Amy flips forward while swinging her hammer downward, destroying any enemy and damaging bosses she comes into contact with. If the hammer hits a Swing Bar during this move, it will catch onto the bar and allow Amy to swing from it. Destroys all kinds of enemies and interacts with springs just like Hammer Strike)

Down + Attack (in midair)- Heart Slam (From the air, Amy slams downward with her hammer with intense force, creating a powerful shockwave of hearts upon hitting the ground. Destroys all but giant armored enemies)

Ability 1- Divination (Amy looks at her tarot cards and foretells the future, gaining complete view of the upcoming areas in a given level; all the enemies, Rings, Item Containers, anything. Divination allows sight of even the furthest areas in a level, but Amy’s unable to gain view of the area of a level she has already passed. Costs 40 Rings and has a 1 minute cooldown, with any damage forcing Amy out of Divination, which can happen since she’s completely stationary and vulnerable in this state)

Ability 2- Manifestation (Amy looks into her tarot cards, but instead of divination, Amy taps into their greater power to grant herself a power-up. Amy stands completely still while doing this, but she’s able to select any power-up in the game without relying on item-boxes, from the Elemental Shields to Invincibility. However, the power-ups cost Rings, with the most useful ones costing the most; invincibility always being the most expensive while the Elemental Shields shift price depending on the level) 

Cream the Rabbit

Overview: At last we get to Cream, sidekick to Amy Rose and my absolute favorite character in this franchise due to her interesting and adorable design coupled with her surprising badassery (I also wish real life kids would share Cream’s polite personality rather than mostly be brats). Sadly for me, Cream doesn’t get a lot of love from both fans and SEGA because she’s not overtly badass. Which is kind of odd given that Cream is easily the most powerful character in her playable appearances… Then again, being a game breaker isn’t exactly a good thing, and so my focus for Cream was making her more badass while keeping her balanced.

So, Cream’s playstyle remains mostly unchanged from Advance 2 and 3, being able to fly, jump into a ball, a send Cheese to attack enemies, but Cream is no longer able to roll into a ball and even forgot the Spin Dash, instead using her own version of Amy’s “Giant Step” from Advance 1. Cheese is also much less powerful, still able to destroy regular enemies but finding himself only able to stun Giant enemies, can’t even attack Armored enemies, and Eggman has Chao-proofed his mechs, so now Cheese is no longer a boss destroyer. On the plus side, though, this allows Cream herself to take on Eggman rather than send Cheese, and the polite tyke has learned new abilities to be further useful, namely using her rabbit feet to jump high into the air and stomp down onto enemies from the air, keeping Cheese useful by sending him to collect Rings and Item Containers, and Cream has also developed a mystical technique to craft herself a shield of light, which is temporary but let’s Cream tank 3 hits! This should make Cream a badass in a true way and do her justice! Cheese may have gotten weaker, but Cream herself becomes stronger, and those who would still view her as a non-badass in this game idea, I kindly ask you start reconsidering.


-Flying Type

-Highest jump of all characters (she’s a rabbit after all and very light to boot)

-Third fastest running non-speed character

-Tied with Charmy for most fragile character (loses all Rings upon damage and can only retrieve 5)

-Can’t swim; low breath duration

-Can’t roll into a ball 

-Can jump into a ball

Move Set

Jump + Jump (in midair)- Ear Flight (Cream flaps her ears like wings and flies through the air. Very fast horizontal speed, allowing Cream to reach far distances, but vertical speed leaves a bit to be desired. Lasts for 7 seconds, after which Cream becomes exhausted and falls to the ground completely helpless. Cheese slows Cream’s descent to a relative crawl but he is unable to do anything else for her)

Up + Jump- Rabbit Bounce (Cream channels incredible force to her already strong rabbit feet and jumps very high into the air, even higher than normal. Downside to this ability is that Cream does not jump into a ball, thus leaving her vulnerable to enemies, and she cannot enter Ear Flight from this jump)

Down + Jump- Rabbit Leap (Cream runs in place as she gathers speed for a momentous leap. Pretty much Cream’s version of Amy’s “Giant Step” from Sonic Advance but with a lengthier leap at the cost of slower momentum)

Attack- Chao Tackle (Cream commands Cheese to attack the nearest enemy, destroying regular enemies but only stunning Giant enemies and not even attempting to attack Armored enemies. Due to Eggman Chao-proofing his mechs, Cheese is also unable to attack bosses, though he is able to stun certain parts of a boss. Can be used in midair and while flying)

Down + Attack (in midair or midflight)- Rabbit Stomp (Cream puts her rabbit feet to good use and slams herself to the ground from the air, stomping anything below. Destroys regular enemies, with the stomp continuing after making contact with any, and deals good damage to bosses but only stuns giants and Cream will get damaged by hazards on enemies for obvious reasons)

Ability 1- Chao Fetch (Cream sends Cheese to collect any Rings and Items Containers in the screen. Can be used midflight)

Ability 2- Light Shield (Cream uses her Light Aura, a special new ability she gained, to craft herself a barrier of light. Light Shield protects Cream from 3 hits but only lasts a minute. This barrier also lights up dark areas to a minor degree and kills any ghosts who touch Cream. Costs 40 Rings and has a minute cooldown, which begins once the shield is gone)

Big the Cat

Overview: I bet you were all hoping for the other purple cat whose name begins with a “B”. Well, we’ll get to her later. For now, it’s Big’s time to shine! So, Big the Cat… I can’t deny, I don’t really have any feelings for this guy. I like him, I certainly don’t think he deserves the hatred he’s gotten and still gets. But I don’t really find his character all that interesting, save his design, and I often forget he exists. Granted, Big hasn’t had a plot relevant, let alone playable appearance, since Sonic Heroes! So, despite not much interest, I’m gonna give the big guy a chance and went through the trouble of making up some gameplay for him in a 2D game, which is something Big actually needs above all other characters since the major source of Big’s hatred is his fishing gameplay from Adventure 1.

It was a challenge, but I think I came up with something; basically, Big is the slowest character in the game (but in a way that works for the franchise) and has the second lowest jump. However, not only is Big the fastest in ball form but he’s practically invincible! However, Big cannot jump into ball form, so you have to rely on his Attacks, the Pole Strike and Body Press, in the air. And Big of course uses his fishing rod for both Abilities, with the first one being him using it as a grappling hook of sorts and the second being Big literally fishing like in Adventure. Though at least it’s massively simplified and you get incredible rewards from it in the form of huge amount of Rings or power-ups of the best kind. Big may be slow-witted, but his massive size sure makes up for it.


-Power Type

-Slowest running character in the game

-Second lowest jump

-Can roll into a ball 

-Can’t jump into a ball (except when bouncing on a spring)

-Strongest in ball form, possessing highest roll speed and destroys all kind of enemies. Ball form is heavy though and requires lots of momentum to continue

-Durable; loses only 10 Rings on damage and can reclaim them all

-Can swim; slow swim speed but great swim stamina and breath

-Able to climb up walls when colliding into one while holding Jump, via intense upper arm strength and cat claws. Slowest climber though

Move Set

Jump + Jump (hold)- Umbrella Descent (While in the air, Big shifts his fishing pole into an umbrella and floats down to the ground at a steady pace. Slows down descent the most out of all “float/hover” abilities but doesn’t give much horizontal movement)

Down + Jump- Spin Dash

Attack- Pole Strike (Big raises his fishing pole up and then swings down with great force. Destroys all kinds of enemies and has good range, all while not leaving Big harmed by hazards on an enemy. Only downside is that Big is slow in doing the attack and it can’t be spammed. Can be used in the air)

Down + Attack (in midair)- Body Press (While in the air, Big spreads out his arms and legs and aims his belly down at the ground. Big then slams down to the ground with his entire weight, plummeting down at the fastest speed and destroying all kinds of enemies on the way down and on impact. Hazards on an enemy, however, will hurt Big)

Ability 1- Frog Rain (Froggy appears on Big’s head and summons rain with his croaks, a technique he learned from the giant frogs of Frog Forest. The rain Froggy summons lasts for 30 seconds and causes plants to sprout from the ground for the duration, some launching Big into the air like a spring and others acting as platforms for the cat. Once Frog Rain ends, the plants wither away. Costs 50 Rings) 

Ability 2- Fish Goods (When adjacent to or above bodies of water, Big will cast his fishing pole to, well, fish. Big will then stand still with his line in the water, waiting up to 3 seconds for a “bite”; when a “bite” occurs, an exclamation mark will appear above Big’s head and you have a full second to press any button to reel in the fishing line, netting the cat Rings or a power-up. The Rings will be HUGE in amount and the power-up extremely useful to make up for having to stand still)

hey look I wrote a story about Jack and Lisa

“His Pastures to Change”

Missing scene from 8x18, “Written in the Stone.” At Amy and Ty’s wedding reception, Lisa finds out that an old friend of Jack’s might not have much time left.

Many thanks to Soile for looking this over for me! Also posted on AO3 and

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