i tried to find a photo that had most of the amis in it

anonymous asked:

hello i just wanted to yell abt this to someone but i feel jake's ig mostly has pics with amy in it. like it's not a conscious thing ?? but one day he's looking through it and he's like omg this is p much all amy with a bunch of !!!!!!!!! dork as captions il

hi!! Come and yell to me whenever I love this!! ️<3 I got so carried away w this and was making notes about it on my phone for ages

SO: okay yes ABSOLUTELY this is the truth and even if he knows he’s doing it he 100% tries to be slick about it/act like it’s nothing at first??? I’m gonna throw in some headcanons that nobody asked for to explain myself bc I’m sad and love this idea so much:

  • Jake’s had an Instagram account since 2011, largely because Gina forced him to open one and be her first follower (which obvs turned out to b the first of thousands)
  • 95% of his posts, to start, are just him doing Stupid-Fun-Jake-Shit! e.g. Splash Mountain / meeting Regis Philbin / eating a mountain of sausages w his dad / him and the squad in a booth at Shaw’s, pulling faces
  • Amy obviously begins appearing on his account LONG BEFORE they actually begin a romantic relationship; and it’s all teasing/mocking e.g.        - A picture of their two desks with the caption “guess who’s the most fun?”  
    - A picture of Amy working hard at her desk, fixated on her computer- looking completely beautiful, though that’s NOT why he took it, duh- with Gina in the background pulling a face at her                                                 - His crowning glory, and favourite Instagram post of all time, AKA the final post of their non-romantic relationship, taken only a couple of weeks before they kiss for the first time; a dim picture he took of Amy giggling like a lunatic in the passenger seat of his car on a stakeout, her face scrunched up as she clings onto her stomach with laughter. He posts it without a caption, unable to justify it- until Charles makes a comment at work about how “the best things in life need no explanation” and he promptly updates the caption to something under the lines of “memorialise this evidence of Santiago finding me funny" 

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Melancholy Post-PAX Emotions Are Kicking In...Thank You All

I think I get why everyone loves these conventions. As if it wasn’t reasonable enough already, I think I do now.

@markiplier: Yeah, we sadly didn’t meet; I was lucky to run into everyone else, just couldn’t stick around. Nevertheless, other people did, and I’m so happy for them. I wish you the absolute best, and I hope we truly meet in person one day. I hope you also enjoy mine and others’ gifts I brought with me; they were fun to get into a tangible project.

Tyler: You were the first of the content creators that I met, and really lifted my spirits to keep going through PAX with a smile, whatever the matter. You were beyond benevolent and friendly, and I cannot wait to meet you again. You’ve been through enough ups and downs, and it brought you to your first PAX East. Congratulations, and thank you so much. I sincerely hope YOU smile always.

Amy: As charismatic and sweet as you are beautiful and quirky, it was wonderful to have Sam, Smoke (beautiful peep who gave you the alien sunglasses), Laura, and myself meet you. Thank you for being so patient and kind, and my only wish was that you enjoyed yourself.

Kathryn: I know I didn’t meet you. Nevertheless, I still hoped I could. Still, it was enjoyable to hear from the few snippets of your trip here, and I hope we meet in the future. You seem like an absolute sweetheart, and I can’t wait to see what you do in the future.

@crankgameplays: Ethan, I can’t thank you enough for being so patient at the signing. It was great telling you how awesome you were, and I was so happy to look at the way you beamed when I told you about @northeast-artist98 and the art @okaythenart had gotten to me in the nick of time (I put other things for you in a gift box on Friday!). Thank you so much for everything, and I hope I meet you all again in the future.

@lordminion: Twice, both through an absolutely dumb luck, we had met. Nevertheless, you were patient and sweet, and responded with such an eloquent excitement. Thank you, and see you soon.

@foxtrot44: Molly, you’re an absolute gem to be around, and it was exciting to hear about how your wedding planning has been and your recent Boston endeavors (well wishes for Schii!). Thank you for being so caring and lovely, and I’m excited to see you and Wade happily move into the future together.

Bob: Yo! It’s the girl who should’ve rushed you with signing my life-size doll of you, and my portable shrine of photos of you! But, in all seriousness, you were amazing to even briefly chat with, and I can’t wait to see what you and Mandy do!

Mandy: I know we only waved to each other twice, but, you appeared so energetic and happy, I can’t help but hope everything did go well. Hugs from my airport gate, almost about to start traveling back home.

@wiishu: Through a coincidental seating, and making absolute sure I wasn’t breaking rules or bothering you (I checked with the enforcers at least five times), we met at the Are You a Robot? Panel. We might have not talked for as long as I hoped, but, to even say hello was wonderful. I sincerely wish you well, beautiful, and have a safe flight overseas.

@pixlpit: I said it once, and I will say it again: thank you. Not only are you a talented animator and editor, but…as odd as it sounds, you seem like you’re a badass at just about anything. Believe me, I really tried to find less exciting words, but…nothing else came to mind. You seem sardonic, but kind nonetheless, and I believe you have great things coming soon. Take care, and have fun back home.

@therealjacksepticeye: You were, BY PURE AND DUMB LUCK, the most coincidental person to even temporarily meet (I would say the guys at the later signing, but, we were somewhat ready for something to happen). I was struggling to find my own exit out of the panel before I bumped into you. I didn’t get a picture, and didn’t feel comfortable dragging you away from out of the panel exit (cannot, will not, honestly), just to say my own words. Nevertheless, to give you a hug, smile, and brief thank you for what you’ve done for others - and yes, even myself - before eagerly jumping out to let you leave, was still heartwarming. Have a safe flight overseas, and I hope you look forward into the bright future.

Mutuals from Tumblr and Twitter that I have met: Thank you. Seeing you all, face to face, was beyond endearing and eye-opening. I only wish you all fulfilled your dreams, and hope you keep all these memories of yours to heart. Love you all, and safe travels to your homes.

Everyone: PAX East is over, and my heart aches from the immediate swarm of nostalgia. But, it will pass, and all we can do now is look to the future. I hope you all live fulfilling lives, and I hope we meet someday.

Thank you, everyone, and remember in the most harmless way: When they’re gone…we’re next.

(Okay, I sneered at typing that last part, haha!)

Without You//(Shawn Mendes)

The music was loud and soothing to my ears. I had a bottle of hennesy still unopened in my hand as I bumped and talked to the people around us. Amy is by my side along with her boyfriend Brian . I stare as they talk lovingly to each other like no once else matters to them. That was me two months ago but everything changed. I see the guy I have been talking to in the last few weeks standing by the stairs. “Amy I will be right back” I say quickly walking towards the stairs. He sees me right away smiling and coming down the stairs. I shake my head towards him causing he to furrow his eyebrows. I give him a hug as I lead him outside. “Didn’t think you would actually come” I tell him as he lights up a joint. He hands it to me as he takes the first drag. “I didn’t think so either, but remembered you were going to be here and decided why not” I smile as he says this. I know Jack and Shawn had a fall out but we are just friends. That’s what I tell my self we have fooled around a little here and there, for we never have gone all the way. Jack reached out to me after he heard about mine and Shawn’s break up. We stay outside for a little while as the music is turned up louder from the inside. Amy stumbles outside along side Brian and another figure in the shadows. I turn back towards Jack and take his joint causing him to throw me over his shoulder. “Let me down” I say in between laughter as he smacks my backside. We continue before a voice interrupts us. “So you and Jack now, Y/N?” The voice is gentle but behind it you can sense the venom between each  word. Jack puts me down quickly wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I look at Amy seeing her asking me the same question with her eyes. “No Shawn, I wouldn’t date her knowing you still loved her. I will tell you this I kissed her a couple times. I knew she felt guilty about it so talk with her. Y/N I’ll be inside if you need me for anything.” Jack leaves as do Amy and Brian. Shawn looks at me with disappointment. “Don’t you dare look at me like that. Your snapchats are far worse then what I have done. Not 2 hours passed before we done and you were at the club kissing some girl.” I tell him walking past him. “Y/N… I’m sorry with how things ended. I’m just hurt Jack of all people seriously” He takes a deep breath “I love you still, that’s the only reason I came to this party in the first place. Amy has been trying to get us back toge- So was Jack, you and me may have had a fall out but he was always rooting for us also. He has been their to cheer me up while your clubbing with sluts on the weekend. This is why we broke up in the first place.” I interrupt him and tears cascade down my face. Shawn cups my face gently and looks me in the eye before kissing my lips softly. I pull away leaving Shawn frowning before pulling him towards the drive way. “Get in the car Shawn” I tell him as I start the car. He gets in and looks at me before I back up and  drive out of the driveway. He takes hold of  my hand and runs his thumb over the knuckles as we drive to my place. Parking the car I run towards the house,  and Shawn follows close behind his hands on my hips . We enter the house making our way up the stairs and the hallway. He opens my bedroom door pushing me on the bed gently.  I sit up on  my elbows watching as he stares at my body hungrily. “I have miss you so much Y/N” Shawn says as his hands roam my body  caressing my cheekbones. “I  missed this too. But what I miss most of all is having you completely to myself.” I say a tear cascades my face as I confess to Shawn the very thing I have tried to hide from my closet friends.  He wipes the tear away wrapping my leg around his torso. I bring his face down to mine kiss his lips with all the passion I have left inside of me. Shawn responds with a much stronger kiss making whimper as he continues.  His lips start to linger along the surface of my neck sure to leave hickies and love bites along the way. “God.. How I missed kissing your soft skin” Shawn groans as he slides down my body raising my shirt above my head.  He lets out another deep groan seeing as I didn’t have a bra on. Shawn leaves kisses down the valley of my breasts playing  with my nipples trying to get them hard. I let out soft moans as he continues downwards the waist band of my jeans.   I shake him off my body as I stand on my knees. I grab the hem of his shirt off and slowly take it off him . Shawn removes his jeans  and mine before opening a condom wrapper  that was in my night stand. “Shawn please” I whine knowing he doesn't  like it when I whine during sex. He gives me a glare before spreading my legs and adjusting himself between them.  I lift up my hips to encourage him to continue his actions. Shawn presses into my entrance causing a gust of air to leave my lungs. I signal Shawn to take some time before thrusting since I still haven’t gotten used to his size. Shawn starts his thrusts slow before picking up speed at a  pace sure to leave bruises . “Shawn …. Baby I’m so -” I don’t finish my sentence  before a load series of moans left my throat. Shawn’s forehead was  starting to sweat as his pace  stayed  fast but his thrusts were sloppy. Shawn lets out  another series of loud groans as he cums into his condom. I follow soon after  as he rides out our highs. “Shawn , we shouldn’t have done this in the first place.“ I grab my jeans and shirt and start to get dressed. Shawn stands up an d does the same before starting to talk. "So your saying you didn’t feel that same spark in the kiss we hared. The same spark we had since we first kissed. That same spark that has been with for the last three years. Y/N, tell me is that what you are trying to tell me” I stay quiet as Shawn comes steps towards which causes me to take a step making me run into the wall.  “Tell me you don’t love me and didn’t feel anything in the kiss and that amazing sex we just had” He says taking hold of my face. “I can’t because I still love you but - but how do you that we won’t just break up because you think I’m holding you down again Shawn. I  can’t take another heart break from the ,man that I love.” My voice cracks as I look into his eyes. “It won’t happen because it was a mistake telling you  that you just held me down from all the fun. You didn’t do that you did far from that. You made feel secure  and helped me find love something I never thought would happen considering my career . But you saw past that and gave me something to look forward to after being at the studio. I love you, Y/N"  Shawn speaks  and  pulls away heading towards the doors. "Wait” I grab his hand pulling him back towards me. “I love you. If you want we can give us another chance.” Shawn smiles and wraps his arms around my waist breathing me in. I hear him chuckle and whisper  ‘I can’t believe I got my girl back.’ I laugh as I  lift my head to kiss his lips. Being dragged to the party was the best thing that could have happened to me.


This was my first Shawn imagine, I hope you enjoy and would love some feedback on this.


Stereotypes: The Female Perspective of being “too” within society

A few of you had messaged me with interest of reading my grad school research paper on gender stereotypes within Pitch Perfect, I’ve excluded some of it, but thought you may be interested in the rest :) Let me know what you think, I would love if we could discuss and would love to hear what you think!!!!

“Okay, so all a woman has to do is ignore society’s expectations, be ambitious,
sit at the table, work hard, and then it’s smooth sailing all the way.
What could possibly go wrong?”
– Sheryl Sandburg, Lean In (p. 39)

From a young age, we, as human beings, are taught how to eat, dress, ride a bike, communicate, and if we are really lucky – we are taught to love. This love still comes with innate beliefs educated, often subconsciously, by those who raise us, those we befriend, and those we come across in all stages of life. These ‘stereotypes’, often learned through behavior not words, is most often not even recognized as stereotypes because they often impact us in ways we do not consciously, or verbally, acknowledge.

Now, let’s try to break these stereotypes down even further and focus solely on the female population and what females are often inherently taught growing up within society. Habitually, these teachings come from our female parental figures, guardians, grandmothers, sisters, and friends who are teaching without the knowledge that they are helping to shape our beliefs and opinions for the rest of our female lives. These unconscious teachings include: the appropriate way to act around males, how to look and act like a lady (never less), how to speak our minds – but not too much, never too much; how to be the perfect student, the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect employee. It does not matter if by doing these things we are living as our best selves, if we are being the polite, quiet female we have been conditioned to be, nothing else is of equal relevance. Though, these stereotypes are learned behaviors through our peers.  

Exploring the mass media example of the film Pitch Perfect, released in 2012, the then-Indie-now-major-blockbuster-success focuses on an all-female acapella college group trying to find their way. The film pushes the limits of group female interactions and stereotypes of how women ‘should’ behave within society.  The film could be argued for many different stereotypes as it is packed full of theories begging to be discussed. To name a few, we cross paths with the overweight female – who introduces herself as ‘Fat Amy’, when questioned why she calls herself that, she answers (jokingly?) “So twig bitches like you don’t do it behind my back.” There’s the openly gay member (who is also African-American) of the group who they chose to have play the utmost extreme version of being both a lesbian and a black female. There’s the very exaggerated sexual member of the group, the quiet Asian character, and the overly cocky male members of the rival group. We also get to enjoy the banter of a misogynist male and provocative female acapella announcer team. But nothing quite speaks the weight like the female and male stereotypical roles thrown to the audience throughout the film.  

The female lead character ‘Beca Mitchell’, played by Anna Kendrick, is an incoming freshman at Barden University. Though young, Beca is extremely driven, sarcastic, antisocial, independent, and confident in her goal of becoming a music producer and doesn’t plan to focus on much of anything else.


A woman… independent and driven in a successful film? Yes, I know it’s a strange concept. But that can’t just be all she is, she obviously needs more ‘depth’.  

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See You in April

Hey guys! So, this is my first ever submit so please, be open with me and give me any and all prompts/criticisms/feedback, all will be greatly appreciated. The name’s New Queen on the Block, but no one has time to type that out so NQOTB will do just fine!

I’m currently working on a couple of one shots and possibly another series, but for now I’m planning this as a three-parter (unless you all hate it, in that case I shall never write a word again.) But for now, here’s some real-world Trixya angst, technically set in the future as it is set after Katya comes back from her current social media break and was inspired by Trixie’s comment on her Insta post explaining her impending absence. For any eagle eyed readers who may remember my ask, this will also incorporate Trixya’s original music that she has been performing on her Ages 3 and Up tour. At the moment it’s Katya’s POV, may switch it with each chapter. And don’t worry, there is plenty of smut and fluff in the works to please as many people as possible! Enjoy :) 

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grandma pants


It was never actively talked about. In fact, it was an aspect of Lena’s life that she prefered to keep to herself, not because she was ashamed of it or anything.  It was more the idea that if the world found out that Lena volunteered at a children’s hospital, it would seem like she was attempting to buy public opinion of herself.  That, and she honestly just wanted one thing, one damn thing where no one judged her.  

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Blood Rose - Part One


Prompt: Can you do something with either Negan or Daryl and the reader where the reader has a secret crush on him and she leaves him little drawings of him and flowers and poems and it secretly becomes his fav part of the day. One day she accidentally gets herself caught by him somehow, and you can go from there. (:

Ships: Negan x Reader
Words: 1,640
Warnings: Curses, suggestive language, creepy Dwight

You looked at the blood red rose in your hand as you stood before the door. You knew it was silly and immature but you were shy and you didn’t know how else to show him that you cared.  You fiddled with the petals absently, you were careful not to break any off from the rose.

It had taken your months to find rose seeds and it had taken a lot of effort and bribery to keep the mini-farm under your bed a secret. But here you were, holding the fruits of your labour.  

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcanons for the egos’ holiday traditions??

Oh, do I!!

They only really have traditions relating to Christmas and New Year’s bc those are the only ones they celebrate together, and even those take a couple years to develop. But here we go!

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dvictoria18-deactivated20170829  asked:

this prompt is VERY au but ive had this for a while , and ive always wanted to see u write it: okay so amy & sonic haven't seen each other for a while bc shes been away studying or something & when she comes back shes more mature & understands the concept of personal space xD and sonic gets a bit upset bc shes not paying him much attention like she used to or maybe he can get jelly of someone!! its okay if u dont want to but ur writing is soooo good i would just love to see it !! ur the best!

Actually, I wanted to do a fanfiction on this idea of Amy leaving for a ‘monastery retreat’ where they promise enlightenment. She leaves a letter and purposefully states she’s not saying where she’s going until she’s found ‘inner peace’ with herself. She goes on the journey that tests her, then gets a job when she realizes the retreat needs to be paid for. She works for some cruel tavern people and gets swindled/con’d. She stands up for herself and gets the money back (by/with some force, lol). She is selected by a teacher who is usually very picky about his students, an armadillo who is infamous for whacking his students with his long stick to train them.

After all this, he teaches her ‘self control’ and ‘balance in her chi’ or whatnot.

I’m starting this concept off after Sonic receives many letters/postcards with different buildings and locations from the mountain she’s at. He takes out the photos, and one by one, races off to each landmark till he finds the mountain and finds her.


Sonic sped forward till halting and slightly wagging from the left over momentum as he looked up at the monastery.

Moving his mouth to the corner of his muzzle, he then pulled out the last postcard Amy sent him, and held a finger up to his chin, tapping his pointer finger to see if it matched.

Yep, definitely.

He looked over, “And that must be the tavern that treated her so poorly.” he put the photo away, but never took his eyes off of it.

“Time to teach them some manners when it comes to rooming guests.” Sonic adjusted his gloves, and smirked, knowing he was gonna cause some mayhem before saying hello to Amy. (his form of justice, he really didn’t like how she described how they treated her.)

After being the most annoying and stuck-up snob the tavern had ever known, they tried to kick him out, even if he did have rings, he wasn’t going to pay them, and fought his way out scott-free.

He chuckled to himself, before looking up at the monastery again. “Check.” he seemed to mentally be checking something off a list, and then threw a ring back at a dog-pile of beaten up men, all having their eyes spin around in their dizziness.

Sonic raced up the monastery before leaning over a counter, smiling charmingly to the woman present.


“Hello.” the woman gave him a cold look up, and continued to look at her scrolls.

“…Eh-heh.” Sonic smiled nervously, seeing she looked a bit stingy. He straightened himself out, “Is there an Amy Rose that goes here?”

Her face suddenly shifted, and she immediately threw up a cane, pointing it directly at him. “I HATE THAT GIRL. DO YOU KNOW HER!? ARE YOU HERE TO TAKE HER AWAY!?”

Sonic put his hands up, “Y…yes?” he raised an eyebrow, amazed someone could hate Amy… w-well, maybe not THAT amazed, but..

“Oh good~” she suddenly looked cheery and her age, putting her hands together and up by her cheek. “Right this way~” she swished her black cat tail and gestured for him to follow her.

She smirked as they walked into the inner arena, within the walls of the ancient ground.

Sonic peeked over, “Ah!” He was amazed to see two girls battling, one was..


“Pfft. I’ll admit, she’s improved.” the girl rolled her eyes. Was that a hint of jealousy?

Amy rolled to dodge a girl holding a stick with two spiked knifes tied to the ends of it.

She got up quickly to duck from another swipe before the girl jabbed, and she had to lean away, holding her hammer with both hands.


Her sensai watched safely away, placing a hand slowly on his staff. “…Focus… Right foot… now!” he muttered to himself, but Amy couldn’t hear him.

Amy leaped to the right side, as if dodging a hint that she was predicting. (He would have naturally hit her with his staff on her ankle if this was training so she’s used to expecting a staff hit xD)

She jumped from her hands and did a few back-flips, before positioning herself again and waiting…

Sonic was slightly confused. Amy’s one to charge in headstrong, but now she’s being..


She then saw the girl charging her, shouting out a battle cry, as Amy innocently looked up, and seemed calm before looking back down.

She jumped and did the splits, as the girl whammed her face into the wall behind her, and looped her hammer over a wall decoration.

She waited a second in the air for the girl to lean back, holding her face.

She then fell on the girl and whacked her out.

“Winner! The Reformed Rose!”

Amy got up and giggled, thinking the nickname funny since the first time she got here, and then looked up.

Her smile and waving completely halted, as her eyes fixated…

On her favorite shade of blue.

Her master looked confused, before following her eyesight with his own. He gasped, picking up his long stick. “Oh no.” he quickly rushed to where Sonic was.

Amy raced up with acrobatic skills to him.

While keeping her pace, her master kept looking over to her, worried. “Remember your training, remember your training!” he kept muttering, as finally they both made it up to the final wide ring of the arena, and Amy, in her monk attire, held the biggest open smile on her face, panting from her effort to get all the way up here after a battle like that.

Sonic stepped back, as the counter-girl just glared and ‘hmph’d, folding her eyes and giving Amy a snake-eye, then turning away.

“You’re so-called ‘boyfriend’ is here to take you away.” she left then, fanning her arrogant hand behind her.

Sonic hadn’t seen her in months, and this new look… she definitely had grown. Did he miss a birthday?

Her figure was more built, and her muscles, a bit a intimidating…

Amy was about to cry out his name, before her master whacked a stick to her head and she rubbed it hard, looking to him.

“Restrain yourself…” he eyed her cautiously, as if squinting a warning.

“This will be your final test of all your training. Fail it. And you will not be leaving this monastery.” he warned her, and slammed his staff’s end down, nodding his final statement.

“W-wai-wait a minute there…” Sonic held his hands out, as Amy’s whole body suddenly shifted to them, as if longing to be in them again…

“Uhh..” he held his hands back, seeing her reaction. He knew she’d have withdrawals… but not this bad. “I think we may have to change that ruling a bit.” Sonic scratched behind his head, then looked to Amy.

“Amy, Cream and the others have been worried sick about you.” he lightly spoke to her, arching his eyebrows back to show tenderness, and gesturing to try and entice her to come back. “We’ve all been wondering where you’ve been. Now that I’ve found ya, I plan on taking you back so they won’t have to miss you anymore.”

Amy was still fixated on the way he lovingly said her name, but then heard about her dear friends and looked shocked to hear that, before guilty and bending her ears down.

“Oh, S-”


Amy flinched, expecting a staff, but realized her master only gave her a light warning. She was forbidden to say his name…

“..My… friend.” she twitched an eye down, before taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. “I would love to go back. But I have to receive permission from my sensai.” she gestured lovingly to her master, who kept his eyes shut, but motioned his head up high, showing status.

“Your sensai?” Sonic narrowed his eyes to the old man, and folded his arms. “You mean this geezer with the long mustache and goatee?”

Like a statue, her master did nothing.

She freaked out though, bending her arms to guard herself but he did nothing to retaliate.

“You would do good in training somewhat in your mouths formation of words as well, boy.” He stuck a piece of his sticks cut off small branch into his ear, wiggling it around. “I could barely hear the insult you said.”

Sonic twitched an eyebrow, this man could dish one back just the same.

Sonic smiled though, liking the fight in him.

He was impressed and held out his hand. “Sonic. Sonic The Hedgehog.”

“I know who you are.” The man moved the hand to the side, before walking to the ring.

Sonic looked confused, before shrugging to Amy, who lightly nodded an apology before turning to her master.

“If you wish to truly see if you’ve mastered all I have to teach you… you must fight your love in the arena!” he spread his arms out, as the crowd suddenly hushed and the battle happening below stopped.

“W-what?!” Amy was shocked. “B-b-but Master!”

“Your speaking back!” He swung his stick into her gut, as she whinced a minute in pain before motioning her fingers around to harness any noise and keep it together.

“No, … M-master.”

“Hmph. Good.” He removed the stick and nodded.

“Amy!” Sonic’s hand went to her, but the master’s eyes shone with a spark and he hit them away from her.

“O-ow! Hey!” Sonic held his hands and glared at the old man. “You know, some could call this abuse!”

“Heh. He is your friend, isn’t he?” The man smiled, knowing she had said the same thing.

Amy got up, shaking a head to Sonic. “You can’t touch me. Cause I’m not allowed to touch you.”

Sonic’s head flung back to him. “W-what?” he blinked a moment, before trying to put to and to together. “Amy… you’re not.. a literal monk, are you?”

She flinched, “WHAT?! NO! I’m not a nun!”

“O-oh…phew~” He was glad he wasn’t THAT late…

“To the arena with you!” The master had skillfully maneuvered himself behind the two, and with one fell swoop of his staff, pushed the two off the ring as they fell towards the arena.

Amy used her hammer to help Sonic spin away, and then flipped and pushed off landings to roll down safely as well.

“Oh! Sonic are you al-!” She cupped her hands over her mouth, about to rush towards him before a staff thrust itself in front of her and stopped her progression.

She realized her mistake and bowed to it, before letting the access energy from Sonic’s presence being there out through training drills, punching around herself and shouting out battle cries before returning to inner peace…

“I am more than my affections… alright!” she prepared for battle. “If I can defeat you, S- I mean!” she shook her head. “My friend. Then I can go home with you!”

He was irritated that someone was forcing her to not even say his name. But then also pushing such limitations onto himself.

He cracked his knuckles, and started to stretch. “Very well, Amy. If I have to fight you, then I won’t go easy on ya.” He then smirked, getting ready. “But not being able to touch me won’t be very easy… I’m fast, you know.” he winked.


He charged around her in a circle, and she closed her eyes to sense him, before swinging her hammer up to dodge a fast on-going, bullet frenzy of blue.

‘Heh, so she’s learned to listen and wait it out, huh?.’ Sonic looked amused, stopping then and then walking towards her.

“What else have you learned?”

She smiled, seeing he was having fun with this.

He jumped to fake a kick down, before swinging his other leg and hitting her to the side.

She caught herself quickly as he went for a punch, but was able to block and then slide her hammer under his ankle, pinning him and then looking apologetic.

“Sorry.” she squinted her eyes as she bonked him on the head.

“Ow! Ooohhh, almost missed that…” his eyes spun a moment, but he shook it out.

“Heh.” he reached up and grabbed her arms.


Her master narrowed his eyes.

“Got’cha!” Sonic rolled back on his spine and kicked her over him, getting back up as the crowd cheered.

The sensation of Sonic holding her was a lot for Amy, even if it wasn’t a true ‘hold’ she still got up and tried to restrain herself.

“Okay… okay…” she took calming breathes and turned back around.

Sonic watched her struggle, and started getting upset.

What was wrong with Amy hugging him?

‘I’m more than my affections…’

She had said that, right?

He glared up at her master, who returned the look to him.

“What has he been teaching you…” Sonic lost trust then, even if the man had witty comebacks, if he had brainwashed his friend to believe that touching him or even saying his name was bad…


Amy, after seeing him not moving, decided to go for it.

She held her hammer high up by her shoulder, and leaped from one side ot the other, “Here I gooo!!!”

Sonic turned with a calm expression, looking seriously to her.

She suddenly saw him not move and halted her attack, stopping in front of him.

Her master rose his head, eyeing Sonic’s next move.

“S-So-I-I mean! Friend..?” she blinked her eyes, not sure what he was doing.

Sonic.” He almost bit down on his teeth while saying it. “And I’m not playing this game anymore…”

He walked over to her, as she stepped back slightly, lowering her hammer.

“W-what are you-?”

He embraced her, and held her close.

The crowd gasped, as the master moved himself to the ring’s railing, and waited… patiently…

Amy’s whole being twitched.

She wanted to just smoother him with affection, kiss him over and over, and hold him tighter and tighter!

Her hands moved to hold him back, before stopping.

She had learned so much… about herself, love, and freedom… about inner peace and self-reliance.

She even learned that her own feelings could be managed, and that it’s better to discipline them than let them run amok.

She did touch him, but only to pull him away.

With a kind smile, she closed her eyes, and tilted her head. “I missed you too, Sonic. I’m glad I get to see you again.”

Her master jumped down as Sonic’s approving smile turned to a frown of protection, and he moved his hand over Amy and pulled her behind him.

“Amy’s coming with me!”

He walked forward, head down. “I know she is. Because she won.”

The two blinked for a moment.

“W-wha?” Sonic seemed more startled by that then Amy, as she moved passed his protective arm and over to her sensai, bowing low for him.

“Forgive me, Sensai.”

“No. You’ve done all I expected you to do.” he bowed to her, as the crowd gasped, and she leaned up, shocked.


“You’ve conquered your emotions, tamed them, and held your being with dignity and every grace a woman can procure.” he leaned up, smiling kindly to her, showing he really did care for his pupil. “You’ve surprised me. Even with great temptation, you valued your new found strength and knowledge more than the cardinal demands of the body. You’ve mastered both body and spirit… and now, you’re heart.” he put his hands together, his staff resting on the crook of his arm, as if showing he wasn’t going to discipline her anymore.

“You may leave… with Sonic.” he nodded the permission of her to speak his name. “And even hug him if you’d like.”

Suddenly, Amy squee’d as all her energy burst from her, and she was about to tackle into Sonic. “SOONNICC-OOFFHP!”

His staff had masterfully slammed into her tailbone, as he glared a moment before pulling it back.

“Don’t let old habits own your new found success… Rose.”

“Y-..Yes, Sensai.” she realized he wasn’t going to let her slip on her training either.

The two left the wide, Asian gates as Amy left with her old red dress, but a sash around her waist with decorative beads hanging down one end of it, showing she was a master monk now. She giggled as it made her dress stick down, and then held Sonic’s arm.

“Shall we?”

Sonic smiled, before pulling her closer and seeming okay with the intimacy. He scratched his nose as some men from the tavern recognized him, and saw who he was with, and fled crying out for mercy.

Amy blinked her eyes in confusion, raising an eyebrow, before looking over to Sonic with suspicion.

He shrugged and chuckled nervously, before scooping her up and taking off.

“Ah! I missed this!” Amy cried out, as Sonic looked down, unamused.

“W-what?” she saw something was troubling him and wondered what on earth it could be. “too tight?” she loosened her hands from his neck, before completely moving them off. “S-sorry.” she looked away.

“…Not tight enough.” he motioned his head down, seeming upset.

Her smile grew wide, and she giggled as she put her arms back around him, and moved her head up. “Hehe, I think I like having you ask for it, now~” she cooed, winking to him as he rolled his eyes.

“I’ll admit. It’s nice to actually have you act grown up for once.”

“Why you-! Hmph!” she puffed up her cheek and looked away. “I don’t have to get angry at those foolish comments anymore.”

“Haha! I’m free! No more hammers!” he jumped and clicked his heels together.

“Oh, Sonic!”

“Say my name!”


“One more time!”

He giddily danced off as she laughed, chanting his name and clapping as he really did seem happy to have her back, new and improved, with some of her old habits still being wanted and liked, so it seemed~

“I appreciate the restraint. But you can still hug me.. j-just not randomly or in the middle of something… alright?”

“Now look whose making the rules…” Amy pouted.

“But no hard sticks included!”

They laughed.

(hope that’s what you wanted >w<)

anonymous asked:

For the au thing, feuilly getting a new camera and being really excited about it and snapping pics of the les Amis all over the place and when they least expect it

Oh my god this is so cute.  I need more Feuilly feels in my life

  1. Feuilly has to save up for quite a while to get the camera he had his eye on.  No one else quite gets why he was so keen on getting a camera when he has a fine one on his phone already and they cheerfully rib him about it, but when his birthday comes around most of his gifts consist of money to go into the Camera Fund (as well as a gift card that will help him get some pictures developed professionally from Grantaire who “knows a guy”, an empty photo album from Courfeyrac, and a camera case from Combeferre who knew the dangers of unprotected cameras and water, having lost one when he was out trying to take pictures of frogs in a rainstorm.
  2. Feuilly has a lot of fun with it when everyone is out drinking.  He rarely gets more than a drink or two because a) he often has to work in the morning, and b) it’s really expensive and the reality of his life is he just doesn’t have the money to spend on drinks as often as the others.  So he is not only often the sole largely sober people in the room, but he’s now the sober one with a camera.  Waking up the next morning with a hangover and working up the courage to check Feuilly’s Facebook has become something of a rite of passage.  Some of it they’re actually delighted to have saved, such as an amazing picture of Bossuet managing to balance Joly’s cane on his forehead (shortly followed by a picture of a frantic looking Bossuet and a blurred cane as it fell and knocked over half the drinks on the table), while others people are still trying to dispose of (such as one of Enjolras, red-faced and giddy, with his head thrown back in drunken laughter and his glass listing too far to the side and spilling beer down his front.  Grantaire has printed that one out life-size on the school printers and stuck it up around Enjolras’ apartment more than once.)
  3. One evening Enjolras is mid-speech – seriously, he has worked himself into a fit of blazing, righteous passion, he almost burnt with the intensity of it – when the sound of the camera’s shutters click and whirr and Enjolras completely losing his train of thought when he realizes the camera had been pointed at him instead of one of their friends doing something silly.  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to distract you, you’re just so passionate… and I wanted a picture of you like that, of when you’re at your brightest, when you manage to take something we all believe in so strongly and put it into words,” Feuilly explains earnestly. Enjolras tries to get back on track a couple times after that, but he’s ridiculously flattered and is blushing so hard that eventually he gives up and sits back down.
  4. After a little while the constant photo-taking becomes more routine and everyone starts going out of their way to sabotage the pictures.  If they hear him coming up they’ll turn and pull a face, if they hear the shutters going they’ll try to move last minute – there’s always a collection of bunny ears and tongues and crossed eyes.  Feuilly never gets annoyed, he just laughs and enjoys it as much as everyone else. After a while though people start to feel bad about ruining all of Feuilly’s pictures but when they try to apologize he just rolls his eyes because while his friends are great they think a little too highly of themselves – as if they could ruin all his pictures.  And so he whips out his camera and shows them the screen and they realize for every ridiculous picture of Joly making his eyes bug out or Grantaire pulling Marius in front of his face last minute there’s three more of Courfeyrac and Jehan bathed in morning light as they sit by the café window and drink tea, or Bahorel in the zone while wraps his hands for a fight, or Combeferre peeking up from behind the book he’s reading, looking delighted by the sudden company.  Even the bad ones can’t really be called bad – not by Feuilly at least – because they illustrate his friends in motion, not just scripted still lives.
  5. And Feuilly prints out all of these pictures (sometimes he pays to have them developed on proper photo paper, sometimes he just uses his shitty desktop printer – it depending on how tight money is at the time) and pins them up around his room.  Of course when Les Amis come over and see this they spend the entire evening exploring, admiring, laughing, teasing… and noticing one very big thing: Feuilly isn’t in any of them.  Obviously, because he was the one taking them.  This kicks off an important mission for the rest of Les Amis though and that Christmas Feuilly is presented with a bulky, clumsily wrapped gift. Opening it, he finds a huge photo album and in that… pictures of him.  Some clearly taken with cellphone cameras at random, unexpected moments, like the one of him, Bossuet, and Joly, faces covered in powdered sugar from the churros they were eating when the three of them and Grantaire spent an afternoon on the wharf looking at the artisan stalls.  Others were group selfies, someone’s arm reaching out of the image, ones that had him pressed, grinning and laughing, between various groups of friends on various days.  There were some artsy ones, like the one of him lying in the grass, partially blurred, with the flowers Jehan had woven into his hair in almost overly-sharp focus, that Feuilly would bet anything came from Cosette’s tiny, lime-green camera. There were even some that clearly came from Jehan’s bulky, film camera, unpredictable in their finish as Jehan was still learning different ways to expose them – one sepia photo showed Feuilly in Bahorel’s heavy coat because it had started raining and he’d only been in a t-shirt made him look like something from an old, corny spy movie.  The pictures were done up in ever sort of filter, were collected from everywhere – from Facebook albums, to ones that Feuilly recognized from an old photography project Grantaire had done, to ones that Feuilly recognized from a few weeks ago.  (After he takes the time to pull each and every one of them into a hug they set up Feuilly’s camera on a timer and race to get one with everyone in the picture.  Feuilly has it on his fridge for months even though his cheeks are all red in it from crying.)

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Beca sneaks out of her room because she has a Deep urge to spend the Night with Kommissar

“Where are you going?” A voice sounded from behind her, and Beca cursed under her breath as she spun around on her heel and faced the blonde Australian. “It’s twelve thirty in the morning.” Fat Amy pointed out, looking at her wrist, which hosted no watch.

“Well…where have you been?” Beca retorted, crossing her arms and looking at the blonde with a raised eyebrow. Fat Amy opened her mouth to respond, hesitating on her words. 

“I was only gone for seven hours. That’s not weird.” Fat Amy shook her head, setting her bag down on her bed and turning away from Beca. 

“Well I was just going for a walk.” Beca argued, hoping the Australian would think nothing of it and allow her to go. 

“On the Deutschland side of the street?” Amy asked, beginning to change. 

“What? No. Just around the hotel.” The brunette shook her head, her words meshing together as her nerves overtook her. Of course Fat Amy assumed she was going to see Kommissar. She caught everything that everybody else failed too. 

“Okay…be safe.” Amy rolled her eyes, grabbing her phone from her bed and heading towards the bathroom. “But if you come back early, don’t come in here.” She warned, shutting the door behind her and locking it. Furrowing her eyebrows together, Beca set off. 


“Warum bist du so spät noch wach? Du solltest schlafen.” Pieter asked the blonde as he entered the room, seeing his counterpart sitting up in bed. When he received no answer from the singer, he shrugged and made his way to his own bed, throwing his shirt off and a pair of sweatpants on before climbing underneath the covers. He tried to fall asleep, but the presence of Kommissar loomed over him as she just sat in bed, as if waiting for something.  “Wartest du auf die Maus?” He asked in the darkness, sighing. 

Pieter had noticed. Of course he had noticed. Anybody would be blind if they hadn’t noticed the looks; the smirks, the quirks of eyebrows and slight blushes. Kommissar turned to him then, and although it was dark, he could see the disapproving look on her perfect features. “Nein.” She answered defensively, crossing her arms. The dark haired man rolled his eyes, before settling into his bed covers once more. 

A silence fell over them for a few minutes as sleep finally began to overcome the massive man, until an apprehensive knock at their hotel door awoke him once again. Neither party stirred, the only movement being the tugging of the blonde’s lips as Beca’s small voice penetrated through the door. “Um…are you awake?” She asked with hesitation, half of her hoping Kommissar was, the other half hoping she wasn’t. 

An authoritative “Ja,” fell from Kommissar’s lips, but still, she didn’t move. The small brunette seemed to open the door for what felt like years, but in reality was only a few seconds before she stepped into the dark room. Everything compared to her felt massive. The furniture; even though it was the exact same furniture in her own hotel room. The mirrors, the tv, the plants, and…the people. Even in the dark, Beca could make out Kommissar’s silhouette, and her breath hitched as the light from the window shades hit the skin of the German’s legs, only to find that they were bare. 

She hadn’t even noticed that Pieter was in the room until his tall body stood beside hers as he gathered up a pillow and some blankets. “Ich schlafe in Gunthers Zimmer.” He sighed, shaking his head at Kommissar. For a moment, Beca was even transfixed by the smoothness and definition of Pieter’s chest and abdomen.

“How…?” She asked, her mouth hanging open as the man exited the room. Now that the two of them were alone, she suddenly felt as if the walls were closing in on her. Kommissar reached out and turned the lights on to reveal herself, sitting on the bed wearing only an oversized t-shirt. Her blonde tresses fell over her shoulders, mussed and a bit tangled. Her face was clear of make up, and a sleepy grin was on her face. 

“So you’ve decided to come and see me, little maus?” The blonde smirked, spreading herself out on the bed. Beca struggled to find the right words, hoping they wouldn’t sound stupid when they fell out of her mouth.

“Well how could I refuse such a persuasive invitation?” Score! She mentally patted herself on the back for talking smoothly, thinking back to the snapchat she had received from the German, a photo of a perfectly made bed with the caption ‘Join me?’ attached. 

“Vell, aren’t you going to join me?” Kommissar asked, raising a perfect blonde eyebrow expectantly. Beca took a deep breath, turning around quickly and shutting her eyes.

“Come on, Mitchell…remember that time in tenth grade when Hannah Berkley spun the bottle and it landed on you and you had to take your inhaler to keep from passing out from excitement? Yeah, don’t do that now.” She spoke to herself, taking deep breaths and feeling a warm bubbling feeling inside of her. When she turned around, she was greeted the beautiful, tantalizing smirk of the DSM leader, who looked rather amused. 

“If you faint, I vill catch you.” She promised with a wink, sitting up in bed and holding her hand out for the small brunette. With a final sigh, Beca took the blonde’s hand, the softness of her making her melt right there. Kommissar guided Beca onto the soft mattress, a hand instantly going to her hip and the other cupping the small woman’s cheek. 

And before either of them knew it, their lips met in the most gentle of ways. It started with a graze, Kommissar’s soft lips brushing against Beca’s, once, twice, three times, before the brunette flicked her tongue out and ran it across Kommissar’s bottom lip, practically begging for entrance. 

Somehow Kommissar ended up on her back, and Beca straddled her hips, her hands traveling up and underneath the woman’s large t-shirt and over her taught stomach hungrily as their tongues explored each other, small mews and groans escaping their mouths in the process….

//Okay so I would love to continue and write the smut for this but sigh I just do not know if I’m good at smut it seems so hard to write but I would love to try it so perhaps I might in the future.

8th attempt in 5 days of posting Joshaya Wedding hc? which multiple people asked for so p l e a s e God work

  • Josh proposes on Christmas Eve when Maya’s 22 and he’s 25 (almost 23/26 tho because Winter birthdays.)
  • Right off the bat Riley and Farkle declare that they’ll “handle” everything and Maya doesn’t want to let them because she knows weddings are expensive but they’re combined puppy eyes and intense love for her is hard to fight
  • Katy’s an emotional wreck the entire damn engagement every time Maya walks into a room she bursts into tears
  • Maya wakes on Christmas day only a few hours after getting engaged and Riley, Morgan and Amy are already putting together wedding planner binders and shit she’s so lost
  • Everyone just keeps going on and on and on about how they want to give Maya a dream wedding
  • But Maya just like…doesn’t have one. She never really put much thought into it and now she’s drowning in wedding details and she’s so confused and indecisive about everything
  • Changes location like 9 times
  • Color scheme? Over 40 times because she keeps remembering really specific Art Student Colors she likes
  • Barely has a date set, just a vague mention of “Middle of the summer, but like not too hot, you know?”
  • Freaks out when she suddenly learns just how many different flowers actually exist
  • Joshua is barely any help at all because they’ll ask him for input and he’s like “Just tell me what color tie to wear I just want Maya to have her dream wedding”
  • So she’s a big ball of stress and feeling like all the wedding themed romcoms have lied to her
  • Like she felt the love and excitement when she got engaged but all the stress of trying to plan this thing is wearing her out
  • Riley and Farkle are extremely exasperated by her changing everything because like, they’re loosing money on cancelled down payments, but they aren’t going to actually complain with anything more then fond eye rolls
  • Maya gets completely overwhelmed when she finally goes dress shopping though
  • Katy and Shawn are there because they’re buying the dress. Also there is Riley (duh), Topanga, Morgan, Amy, Farkle (who spends the whole time making jokes about them getting married in 8th grade), Ava, and Cory comes to make fun of Shawn when he cries (and then starts crying himself)
  • So she tries on like a million dresses and looks amazing in all of them but nothing feels, like, right, and when she sees the prices she realizes she’s severely underestimated how expensive weddings can be
  • So now she’s even more stressed and freaking out
  • By now it’s like April and her and Josh are crashing at his parent’s house for a few days because he’s got a gig nearby
  • And she decides to have a ~serious~ conversation with him about whether or not they should actually get married because she doesn’t think she should if she feels like this
  • And Josh is upset but 100% ready to call it off if she wants too
  • But the thought of calling it off makes her even more upset so now she’s all worked up and he’s trying to calm her down
  • So they talk it out and come to the conclusion she’s probably feeling like this because she thinks she has to for the others??? And he’s like babe that’s not how it works close your eyes and think really hard about what you wanna do
  • And she does and after a moment she’s like “It sounds stupid, but I kinda really just wanna grab a state official and elope in a park today or something.”
  • And Josh just grins at her and is like “I’ll make some calls” and she’s like WAIT WHAT because she wasn’t expecting this but he’s dead serious
  • So now part of her is freaking out because holy shit she’s getting married today she’s so unprepared but the other part is about to burst with joy and excitement because holy shit she’s getting married today
  • So she calls the gang that’s still in New York and they all start freaking out and throwing shit they think might help into bags and rushing to get to Philly
  • They liberate Minkus’s Private Jet and Riley screams the entire flight
  • Meanwhile Josh and his high school friends/band mates are on a mission omfg they were only able to obtain a marriage license on such short notice with a lot of bribery and blackmailing
  • They can’t get a state official though so they’re freaking out until they remember one night Josh’s best friend Andrew got drunk and filled out the online thing to become an Ordained Minister in the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster which is 100% LEGAL and they call Maya to ask if she’s okay with that and she almost busts a lung laughing so yeah we’re rolling with this
  • Amy is frantically trying to bake a wedding cake and curl her hair at the same time omfg she is not for this plan but by now she’s realized she can’t stop her children when they’re in love and determined
  • Feeny offered to get some flowers for the bride, discovered to his horror that the flower shop was closed, and heroically decided to sacrifice some of his prized roses for the greater good. Maya was extremely touched.
  • By now the New York gang has landed and Riley shoves Maya into a bedroom and dumps out a bag filled with shit load of white dresses and starts shoving Maya into them
  • Maya’s trying to figure out why Riley has so many and she’s like “Some are mine some are yours some are my mom’s some are Katy’s and one I may have stolen from a Rite Aid on the way to the Airport”
  • Funnily enough, the stolen Rite Aid one is the one Maya ends up adoring.
  • It’s just a simple white sundress with vague flowers embroidered on it, it was probably meant to be a bathing suit cover up, her best friend literally stole it from a drug store. But it made Maya tear up and feel more wedding ready than any of the gowns ever did.
  • So now Riley’s attacking her face with makeup while Katy and Topanga are doing her hair and they’re all crying
  • Downstairs Cory’s trying to help Amy with the cake, Alan’s trying to map out the perfect spot for this wedding to happen, Feeny and Layla are making bouquets.
  • Shawn, Morgan, Lucas, Zay and 5 year old Penny Minkus are driving around trying to find cheap wedding rings fast
  • They eventually have to give up on actual jewelry stores and end up getting pearl rings from JC Penny’s for like 30 bucks each
  • Auggie and Ava are googling like hell trying to find a restaurant that will take a wedding reception reservation on such short notice
  • They manage to find a nice Italian place that’s having a slow day and is willing to rent them a small room
  • Farkle is passing out various articles of clothing like vests and bowties so everyone looks ever so slightly more formal
  • Josh and Maya are quickly writing vows on their phones
  • Andrew’s trying to figure out how to officiate a wedding and googling Pastafarian wedding traditions. He’s writing a lot a pasta jokes and he’s just gonna hope for the best
  • Everyone else is just running around trying to find something to do to help
  • About 3 hours after this all started, pretty much everyone is ready to go but the Ring Squad isn’t back yet
  • They finally get there and everything is fine…except Lucas Friar has a baby deer cradled in his arms
  • So everyone’s like “w h a t  t h e  f u c k” and Shawn’s like “We saw it on the side of the road with it’s dead mother and this guy jumped out of a moving car to get to it” and Amy’s trying to convince Lucas to leave it outside and he’s like “SALLY NEEDS MY WARMTH I AM HER MOTHER NOW” so everyone gives up on this situation
  • Shawn decides they should take some photos before the ceremony and they’re all just posing on the Matthew’s couch and the staircase but it’s the most hilarious and great wedding photoshoot ever omg
  • Maya, perfect makeup and curled hair pulled in a loose ponytail, stolen sundress, Feeny’s prized roses, red converse matching the shade of her lipstick, looking like a goddess on Earth
  • Josh had managed to get his hair under some form of control, light green dress shirt, black tie, vest, jeans
  • Everyone else in various forms of formal and casual
  • Andrew’s got a metal colander on his head because that’s in Pastafarian tradition apparently
  • Lucas is cuddling a baby deer in all of them
  • Everyone is striking ridiculous poses and Shawn has some trouble working the timer for full group shots, but everyone looks happy and Maya and Josh look so in love you’ll wanna puke
  • So now everyone’s cramming into cars and racing to Penny Pack Park
  • Everyone’s on the edge of their seats in excitement and they’re all laughing and singing wedding themed songs
  • ‘Sally’ starts eating part of Riley’s dress
  • But then when they’re halfway there
  • It starts POURING
  • Torrential downpour, man
  • Omfg so everyone’s calling each other in the different cars trying to figure out if they should call it off but Maya and Josh are like “WE’VE COME TOO FAR NOW WE’RE DOING THIS O N W A R D S”
  • So they race through the rain to Penny Pack omfg the thunder and lightning is so bad everyone’s drenched the second they get out of the cars
  • Lucas’s deer starts screaming in terror from the storm
  • Omfg so they have to run to find this “perfect” location Alan picked out and it’s literally just a normal place but who care
  • Andrew jumps to what he deems should be the ‘front’ and he’s borderline about to have a panic attack because the colander on his head is metal and there’s a lot of lightning for him to worry about and “Josh if I live you SO owe me for this”
  • Penny tries her hardest to throw flower petals for Maya to walk on but the rain and the wind is too strong
  • Everyone’s slipping in the mud and cracking up
  • They’re trying to do this even quicker than originally planned because everyone’s soaked to the bone and no one wants hypothermia
  • Instead of walking to a romantic wedding march, Katy escorts Maya down their makeshift path to the sound of thunder, laughter, and a screaming baby deer
  • Maya gets up to Josh and make a quip about how it’s a good thing they already took pictures, and he responds with something super cheesy like “I still know I’ll never forget how beautiful you look right now” or something, and her makeup was already running like hell from the rain but he swears she started crying then
  • So since Andrew is the officiant Josh has Cory standing in as Best Man with Auggie and another band member as groomsmen
  • And Maya’s got Riley as Maid of Honor and Farkle as “My Best Person” and Ava up there because she needed another bridesmaid it’s all so cute
  • Andrew’s rushing things but his pasta jokes still hit the mark ever if the Older Crowd have no idea what he’s talking about
  • They have to scream their vows over the thunder but they were sweet and funny and everyone’s getting emotional
  • Cory dropped the rings in the mud so that was a small crisis but they found them don’t worry
  • I now pronounce you husband and wife!!!
  • Shawn captured the coolest picture EVER of their wedding kiss omfg he’s just starting to pick her up to spin her and a bolt of lighting is striking perfectly in the background it looks awesome
  • Okay so the second the break apart everyone’s cheering and there’s a bit of air like “now what” but before they can even move
  • The baby deer starts screaming even louder right
  • And now like…other grown deer are coming out of the forest because they heard it
  • And there’s a pause, a clap of thunder, then the adult deer start screaming and everyone just bolts it out of there omfg
  • They all dive into the cars and start hightailing it out of there and the deer literally chase them half way into the city before the traffic scares them off
  • Everyone’s laughing and wheezing and sneezing and Maya’s on Josh’s lap giggling herself to death while his just quietly singing the song he wrote about her in her ear
  • They get to the restaurant and spend the rest of the night eating pasta and dancing and singing and just having a great time
  • When they try to head back to Amy and Alan’s place, however, Riley and Farkle are shoving suitcases at them telling them to go to the airport because the Minkus Private Jet is waiting to take them to Disney World because Stuart managed to book them a reservation while all this was going on
  • So now they’re in this hotel that’s way to pricy for them and unpacking and Josh jokingly asks her if she had her dream wedding
  • And she thinks about how she totally feels like she’s dreaming because she can’t believe any of this actually happened, and how she just had the craziest wedding ever to the boy she’s had feelings for all her life, and you know what? She did have her dream wedding
  • J o s h a y a
Right before I left for college, I was running my high school. Feel it. I knew where to park, I knew where to get the best chicken-cutlet sandwich, I knew which custodians had pot. People knew me. They liked me. I was an athlete and a good friend. I felt pretty, I felt funny, I felt sane. Then I got to college in Maryland. My school was voted number one … for the hottest freshman girls in Playboy that year. And not because of me. All of a sudden, being witty and charismatic didn’t mean shit. Day after day, I could feel the confidence drain from my body. I was not what these guys wanted. They wanted thinner, blonder, dumber … My sassy one-liners were only working on the cafeteria employees, who I was visiting all too frequently, tacking on not the Freshman 15, but the 30, in record-breaking time, which led my mother to make comments over winter break like, “You look healthy!” I was getting no male attention, and I’m embarrassed to say, it was killing me.
But one guy paid me some attention — Matt. Matt was six feet tall, he looked like a grown-up von Trapp child, and he was five years older than me. What?! An older boy, paying attention to me? I must be okay. Uff. I made him laugh in our bio lab, and I could tell a couple times that we had a vibe. He was a super senior, which is a sexy way of saying “should have graduated, but needed an extra year.” He barely spoke, which was perfect for all the projecting I had planned for him. We grew up in the same town, and getting attention from him felt like success. When I would see him on campus, my heart would race, and I would smile as he passed. I’d look in the mirror and see all the blood rise to my face. I’d spend time analyzing the interaction, and planning my outfit for the next time I saw him. I wanted him to call. He never called. But then finally, he called.
It was 8 a.m., my dorm room phone rang. “Amy, wassup? It’s Matt. Come over.” Holy shit! This is it, I thought. He woke up thinking about me! He realized we’re meant to start a life together! Let’s just stop all this pretending that we weren’t free just to love one another! I wondered, would we raise our kids in the town we both grew up in, or has he taken a liking to Baltimore? I don’t care. I’ll settle wherever he’s most comfortable. Will he want to raise our kids Jewish? Who cares? I shaved my legs in the sink, I splashed some water under my armpits, and my randomly assigned Albanian roommate stared at me from under her sheets as I rushed around our shitty dorm room. I ran right over to his place, ready for our day together. What would we do? It’s still early enough, maybe we’re going fishing? Or maybe his mom’s in town, and he wanted me to join them for breakfast. Knock-knock. Is he going to carry me over the threshold? I bet he’s fixing his hair and telling his mom, “Be cool, this may be the one!” I’ll be very sweet with her, but assert myself, so she doesn’t think she’s completely in charge of all the holiday dinners we’re going to plan together. I’ll call her by her first name, too, so she knows she can’t mess with me. “Rita! I’m going to make the green bean casserole this year, and that’s that!” Knock-knock. Ring ring. Where is he?
Finally, the door opens. It’s Matt, but not really. He’s there, but not really. His face is kind of distorted, and his eyes seem like he can’t focus on me. He’s actually trying to see me from the side, like a shark. “Hey!” he yells, too loud, and gives me a hug, too hard. He’s fucking wasted. I’m not the first person he thought of that morning. I’m the last person he called that night. I wonder, how many girls didn’t answer before he got to fat freshman me? Am I in his phone as Schumer? Probably. But I was here, and I wanted to be held and touched and felt desired, despite everything. I wanted to be with him. I imagined us on campus together, holding hands, proving, “Look! I am lovable! And this cool older guy likes me!” I can’t be the troll doll I’m afraid I’ve become.
He put on some music, and we got in bed. As that sexy maneuver where the guy pushes you on the bed, you know, like, “I’m taking the wheel on this one. Now I’m going to blow your mind,” which is almost never followed up with anything. He smelled like skunk microwaved with cheeseburgers, which I planned on finding and eating in the bathroom, as soon as he was asleep. We tried kissing. His 9 a.m. shadow was scratching my face — I knew it’d look like I had fruit-punch mouth for days after. His alcohol-swollen mouth, I felt like I was being tongued by someone who had just been given Novocain. I felt faceless, and nameless. I was just a warm body, and I was freezing cold. His fingers poked inside me like they had lost their keys in there. And then came the sex, and I use that word very loosely. His penis was so soft, it felt like one of those de-stress things that slips from your hand? So he was pushing aggressively into my thigh, and during this failed penetration, I looked around the room to try and distract myself or God willing, disassociate. What’s on the wall? A Scarface poster, of course. Mandatory. Anything else? That’s it? This Irish-Catholic son of bank teller who played JV soccer and did Mathletes feels the most connection with a Cuban refugee drug lord. The place looked like it was decorated by an overeager set designer who took the note “temporary and without substance” too far.
He started to go down on me. That’s ambitious, I think. Is it still considered getting head if the guy falls asleep every three seconds and moves his tongue like an elderly person eating their last oatmeal? Chelsea? Is it? Yes? It is. I want to scream for myself, “Get out of here, Amy. You are beautiful, you are smart, and worth more than this. This is not where you stay.” I feel like Fantine and Cosette and every fucking sad French woman from Les Miz. And whoever that cat was who sang “Memories,” what was that musical? Suze Orman just goes, “Cats.” The only wetness between my legs is from his drool, because he’s now sleeping and snoring into me. I sigh, I hear my own heartbreak, I fight back my own tears, and then I notice a change in the music. Is this just a bagpipe solo? I shake him awake. “Matt, what is this? The Braveheart soundtrack? Can you put something else on, please?” He wakes up grumpily, falls to the floor, and crawls. I look at his exposed butt crack, a dark, unkempt abyss that I was falling into. I felt paralyzed. His asshole is a canyon, and this was my 127 Hours. I might chew my arm off.
I could feel I was losing myself to this girl in this bed. He stood up and put a new CD on. “Darling, you send me, I know you send me, honest, you do …” I’m thinking, “What is this?” He crawled back into bed, and tried to mash at this point his third ball into my vagina. On his fourth thrust, he gave up and fell asleep on my breast. His head was heavy and his breath was so sour, I had to turn my head so my eyes didn’t water. But they were watering anyway, because of this song. Who is this? This is so beautiful. I’ve never heard these songs before. They’re gutting me. The score attached to our morning couldn’t have been more off. His sloppy, tentative lovemaking was certainly not in the spirit of William Wallace. And now the most beautiful love songs I’ve ever heard play out as this man-boy laid in my arms, after diminishing me to a last-minute booty call. I listened to the songs and I cried. I was looking down at myself from the ceiling fan. What happened to this girl? How did she get here? I felt the fan on my skin and I went, “Oh, wait! I am this girl! We got to get me out of here!” I became my own fairy godmother. I waited until the last perfect note floated out, and escaped from under him and out the door. I never heard from Matt again, but felt only grateful for being introduced to my new self, a girl who got her value from within her. I’m also grateful to Matt for introducing me to my love Sam Cooke, who I’m still with today.
Now I feel strong and beautiful. I walk proudly down the streets of Manhattan. The people I love, love me. I make the funniest people in the country laugh, and they are my friends. I am a great friend and an even better sister. I have fought my way through harsh criticism and death threats for speaking my mind. I am alive, like the strong women in this room before me. I am a hot-blooded fighter and I am fearless. But I did morning radio last week, and a DJ asked, “Have you gained weight? You seem chunkier to me. You should strike while the iron is hot, Amy.” And it’s all gone. In an instant, it’s all stripped away. I wrote an article for Men’s Health and was so proud, until I saw instead of using my photo, they used one of a 16-year-old model wearing a clown nose, to show that she’s hilarious. But those are my words. What about who I am, and what I have to say? I can be reduced to that lost college freshman so quickly sometimes, I want to quit. Not performing, but being a woman altogether. I want to throw my hands in the air, after reading a mean Twitter comment, and say, “All right! You got it. You figured me out. I’m not pretty. I’m not thin. I do not deserve to use my voice. I’ll start wearing a burqa and start waiting tables at a pancake house. All my self-worth is based on what you can see.” But then I think, Fuck that. I am not laying in that freshman year bed anymore ever again. I am a woman with thoughts and questions and shit to say. I say if I’m beautiful. I say if I’m strong. You will not determine my story — I will. I will speak and share and fuck and love and I will never apologize to the frightened millions who resent that they never had it in them to do it. I stand here and I am amazing, for you. Not because of you. I am not who I sleep with. I am not my weight. I am not my mother. I am myself. And I am all of you, and I thank you.
—  Amy Schumer
How to Save a Life

For a long time, I’ve wanted a drabble about Amelia’s overdose when she was a teen – the reason she got clean the first time – but I haven’t known how to write it until now. It differs from most of my drabbles in that it’s primarily Derek’s POV, rather than Amelia’s, but I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. Hope you enjoy.

Bass pumped through the halls of the Shepherd house, so loud the picture frames starting to shake. Staged photos of familial joy unfolded a tapestry of their lives down the walls of their home, the smile on the lips of the youngest becoming smaller and smaller until the last, where it had disappeared altogether, along with its owner. They had waited hours for her to arrive, but to no avail. It wasn’t until 2 AM that the teen stumbled in, eyeliner smeared, and a smirk upon chapped lips. Not once did she apologize or offer explanation. Leather boots clanked beneath her as she carried herself to her room – the room he now sought, the source of the sound, and where he hoped Amy would be.

Face flushed red, blood boiling beneath the surface, the only son of Carolyn and Christopher made his way past the portraits to find his baby sister before their mother returned from her errands. The hardest-working woman he had ever met, his mother shouldn’t have to deal with this kind of heartbreak. Hadn’t the littlest brought about enough of that already? From the raves to sleepovers at the apartment of the scumbag she called a boyfriend to the totaled car and binge-drinking, the girl had driven their family crazy with worry, but this? This was the last straw.

Long had Derek suspected that her new-found happiness was discovered at the bottom of a pill bottle, but never had he imagined her to stoop this low. Addison had tried to convince him it must have been an accident – that he had lost his prescription pad – but he knew it had been at the hands of the barely-eighteen year old it had gone missing. No longer could he give Amy the benefit of the doubt. No longer could he enable her self-destruction. No matter how long they all tried to dance around it – no matter how hard they tried to convince themselves she wasn’t that bad, she would get better – the problem only seemed to get worse, and he intended to put an end to that.

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Happy International Women’s Day 

From Ilayda Lynch, NPR’s policy and representation intern, who has you covered with an all women’s Spotify playlist.

Unravel by Bjork So hard to choose one song by this avant Icelandic queen, Unravel for me is a song that shows incredible build and brings on some nice heavy feelings and linger in the nicest way when the song ends.  Please enjoy her.

I Follow Rivers by Lykke Li Get up and dance- you know you want to.

First Love/ Late Spring Would this really be a playlist about women if there was no Mitski?? The name of this album is called Bury me at Makeout Creek, if you are like me you listen to First Love/Late Spring and remember those cute little 17 year old loves.

You’re Not the One “Those city lights, love at first sight Silent rays of blue They slowly glide right down my spine” If you have time, please just read the lyrics of this song.  Sky Ferreira spent YEARS on this album and while waiting was painful, it was also worth it I love every song on Night Time, My Time.

Jolene by Dolly Parton An eternal classic that every girl should hear.

Le temps de l’amour I do not speak French but I love this song.  When translated it means ”The Time of Love”

Pearly-dewcrops’ Drops I cannot count the number of time that people-boys, specifically- have tried to tell me that the Cocteau Twins are not musically relevant.  @Girls, if a boy ever tries to tell you anything negative about something you like, he is garbage.

I’m Coming Out by Diana Ross I mean.. one of the most amazing listens ever.

Forever by Haim If you have never seen photos of Danielle, Este and Alana performing- get on Google right now.  Making this playlist I am realizing that there is not a lot of music made by women.  Haim is three sisters making great music.

These Days by Nico My main femme fatal, These Days is a song that can make a bad day seem hopeful.

Bye Bye Baby Dance to Mary Wells, you will feel great!!

Digital Witness I loved seeing Annie perform this song live because she is a quirky lady who is unapologetically different.

I’ll be seeing you by Billie Holiday Slowing it down a bit for a beautiful and romantic classic by Billie Holiday who has the keen ability to sing a song like she has lived it every day of her life.

Two Weeks by FKA Twigs I am still in awe of FKA Twigs and this album.  Another incredible woman who is making the music she want the way she wants it.  Twiggy also has a dedication to the detail of her craft that I really admire.

Valerie by Amy Winehouse I miss Amy so much, and this is a song that makes my heart hurt a little every time I hear it.

Heatwave by Martha Reeves A GREAT TUNE

Fade into you by Mazzy Star Lay on your back and listen to this song with your eyes closed. And then when it is over, keep laying there for a minute.

Divine by Laura Marling This is a great song, but I also love the history of Laura Marling’s song writing career, and influences she has had on big male groups and their music.

Floating by Julee Cruise Honestly if you were only going to listen to one sing on this playlist, I would ask that it is this one.

Crazy on You Earlier in this list of short blurbs about my choices of music I said that people, specifically boys have tried to tell me the music I like is bad, well here is another example!!  But after seeing the virgin Suicides for the first time, this song stayed with me.

No Cities To Love Cannot be a playlist about women without Sleater Kinney.

Hal by Yasmine Hamdan I am Turkish so I love Mid East music and I find Arabic to be the most beautiful language.  Yasmine Hamdan is a Lebanese pop star who is channeling Arabic musical heritage in a hypnotic way.

I Say A Little Prayer I think the scene that these lyrics paint is the sweetest kind of love.

Celebrity Skin by Hole “My name is might have been My name is never was My name’s forgotten” nice.

Baby Boy by Beyoncé It wouldn’t be a playlist about women without Beyoncé.  A love Beyoncé for the way she commands her sexuality, it think it is something that we don’t see enough in Music.

Felling Good by Nina Simone Ok So I know that this first song is a bit of a jump generationally but to me, “Feeling Good” by Nina Simone is a great example of a human doing what they were put on this earth to do.  Close your eyes and listen with headphones or quality speakers and just listen to the words.


This was a prompt I saw from @omeliafics that read, “Derek is alive and Amelia tells him about the unicorn baby,” and since I hate myself, I had to write it. Also, rather than making an AU where Derek is still alive, I set this shortly after she came to Seattle.

The middle of the night held a particular silence to which Derek would probably never become accustomed. All his life, he had lived in chaos; from the Shepherd home filled with screaming sisters to the bustle of New York outside the brownstone he shared with Addison and the never-ending series of pages for a doctor on-call most of his adult life. And now with a wife and two small children, a moment of silence was a rare thing – one he both loved and hated all at once.

But in the silence, anything could be heard; any sound, no matter how faint. A small hum, soft sniffles he followed out into the den. Flipping on a light, his eyes took a minute to adjust, and he blinked a few times before the ducked head of his baby sister came into view. The backs of her thumbs dabbed at her eyes and she tried to hide herself from him to little avail.


“Hey.” Her voice was unusually cracked and weak – an irritating tell, if ever there was one – and she cleared her throat. “What are you doing up?”

Derek offered a smile, laying a hand on his belly. “Meredith told me you and Zola baked a cake earlier,” he answered, earning a small laugh in return. “What are you doing sitting in the dark?”

Amelia shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d get up and watch a movie or something.”

Eyes flickered toward the blank television screen. “Sounded more like crying,” he exhaled, forgetting the cake and moving around the couch to take a seat at her side.

Jaw locked, teeth clenched together. She didn’t answer. She didn’t want to answer. They both knew.

“Amy, come on. Talk to me. Did something happen with James? I know you don’t want me to Big Brother you, but if he hurt you–”

“We broke up,” she replied. “But that’s not– This isn’t–” She cleared her throat again. “I’m fine.”

“If you’re fine, then I’m Dora the Explorer.”

Eyes narrowed, lips tugging into a smile just for a hint. “What?”

“Hazards of having kids,” Derek chuckled before allowing solemnity to take over his expression once more.

She nodded, biting down on her tongue to distract from the twist of her gut. Hazards of having kids. Of course. He was a good dad. Zola and Bailey were lucky. But that didn’t stop the vibrations of the blood in her veins or the ice that seemed to shoot outward from her chest, pooling in her fingers and toes. Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, Amelia pulled her knees up against her chest, tucking her feet beneath her.


Nails picked at the skin around her cuticles. The heartbeat in her ears only drowned out by a familiar squeak, and then a yell – the same which had roused her from her sleep. Muscles tensed from the roar in her mind, and she swallowed hard. Nights were always the worst, but none quite so bad as this; the anniversary of his short life’s start and end. His birthday.

“Do you know why I never called you back when you needed that nerve transplant?” she mused.

“Because you don’t take calls from lowly interns when your brother should be telling you things himself?” he tried.

She shook her head without bothering to muster even a small laugh. “Because I didn’t want to see you,” Amelia corrected. “I didn’t want to see anybody. Or anybody to see me.”

Brows furrowed. That was not what he expected to hear. She had been doing so well; or so she had insisted. Was she okay? Had she relapsed again without his knowledge? Eyes fixed, scrutinizing her every move. Was she high right now? Had he allowed her to babysit his kids under the influence? Fists clenched, nerves and anger starting to boil before they were given proper reason.

“I had a baby.”

Wait, what? Her words echoed a few times in his mind before they could be processed. She had a baby? His sister had a baby and he never knew about it? Was he being punked? ( Was that still a thing? ) And yet the gravity felt by the red rims outlining cerulean orbs, the jut of her lip, the salty remnants of a river across her cheeks told him this was far from a joke. She had a baby….but she didn’t have one now. His heart seemed to stop, breath ceasing altogether.

She closed her eyes, letting her head drop off to the side as she did all she could to turn away from him, unable to view the fallout of her bombshell. Shoulders stiffened almost up at her ears as the youngest Shepherd curled in on herself. “I had a baby, Derek. And he was…the most beautiful baby I have ever seen,” she exhaled, fresh tears burning at her eyes. “He would have been two years old today.” And instead, all he got were forty-three minutes, but at least the comfort he had known was the warmth of his mother’s arms.

And in that moment, his heart seemed to shatter against the walls of his chest. What words were there to say to a grieving mother that could ever take away her desolation? What words were there when you just found out your nephew had died before you knew he existed? “Amelia, what–”

Lips smushed together, eyes lifting toward the ceiling as she tried to compose herself to little avail. “Anencephaly,” she answered without bothering to let him finish the question. “Real ironic, right? A neurosurgeon having a baby with no brain? The universe has a sick sense of humor.”

He choked on the lump in his throat, wrapping an arm around the younger woman. For a second, she resisted, tempted to pull back or recoil, but arms wrapped around him and Amelia melted into her brother’s hold.

“You should have called me,” Derek whispered, salted sorrow pricking at his own eyes.

“So, what? You could 3-D print him a brain? That’s not how it works,” she muttered.

“So I could have been there for you.”

I didn’t want anyone, she wanted to say, but that wasn’t true. She hadn’t thought she could be strong with her family around. She hadn’t thought she could make it through alive and sober if she had to deal with their looks of pity and sadness. It made it too real. But now she craved the real; any reminder that he once had been. The solitary photo that Addison had snapped when she wasn’t looking. The stretch marks so faint no one could see unless they knew just where to look. The tiny blue cap in the drawer of her night stand. Anything to which she could hold beyond the nightmares that kept her awake on nights like this. The nightmares of beautiful images of little boys with dark hair and creamy skin and eyes a shade of blue so bright it could put the sky to shame. Nightmares of tiny feet trampling across the deck of Addison’s beach house or laughter echoing through the halls of St. Ambrose. Dreams of a life that should have been turned to horror for the truth to which she would wake each day. He was gone. And she didn’t want to be the only one who remembered.

He didn’t say anything more, just pressed a kiss to the side of her head, tightening his hold and letting her rest against him until at last she could pull away.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Amelia whimpered, brushing away her tears as cheeks began to burn.

“Like what?”

“Like some pathetic little girl crying in the corner of a convenience store. Pity. Guilt.”

“That’s not how I’m looking at you,” Derek stated, earning him a sardonic eyebrow raise. “Amy, you are one of the strongest, bravest women I have ever known. That’s one of the things that terrifies me the most. You don’t need your big brother to swoop in and protect you, I just wish sometimes you’d let me be there to cheer you on while you protect yourself.”

Her gaze fell, thumbs pressing together in her lap as she mulled over his final words. “Thank you,” she muttered.

He nodded, quiet for a moment as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat, blinking away the tears that had formed. Shifting his gaze toward the television, an idea struck. Sleep didn’t seem much of an option for either of them right then, and when they were kids and she crawled into his bed in the middle of the night after a bad dream, he used to take her out to the living room to watch cartoons until inevitably Carolyn discovered them and sent them back to bed. Well, no one could send them back to bed now. “Well, I’m going to grab some of that cake. How about we watch that movie you were talking about?” Derek suggested, climbing to his feet and making his way to the adjoining kitchen.

“You’re big brother-ing me,” she returned.

“Yeah, but I was hoping you’d allow it just this once,” he replied, cutting himself a much more than generous slice.

Amelia bit down on her lip, weighing her options before giving a nod. “Fine. But only if you grab some of that cake for me, too.”

“Deal,” Derek agreed, grabbing a second plate as she turned back to set up the first trashy film she could find on Netflix. “Made of Honor? Really?” he judged, handing over her cake as he plopped down next to her.

“Shut up and watch.” She rolled her eyes, taking a single bite of the cake before laying it to rest on the cushion beside her. And just as when they were kids, she laid her head to rest against his shoulder, one arm looping beneath his as she nuzzled closer, barely waiting for the opening credits to pass before letting her eyes drift closed.

“Goodnight Amy,” he whispered.

“Goodnight Derek.”

Y/N s view

I opened the Daily Prophet and gasped. This eyes. I hadn’t seen them in a while. My heart started to race automatically. There hasn’t past a day when I hadn’t thought about that boy, no now he was a man. I never forgot him. “What’s that sis?”, Remus asked looking over my shoulder “Padfoot escaped?”, he asked and started to read while the lines of the newspaper started to blur in my view. I remembered that day like it had been yesterday when they hat imprisoned Sirius. Like Remus I was still sure about Sirius not telling Voldemort where his best friends were and not killing Peter but the evidence showed another view. “Can’t believe he really made it out.”, Remus said and fell to the chair next to me. “Me neither.”, I answered. My eyes still fixing the photo of Sirius. He looked nothing like the boy that nearly laid half the girls of Hogwarts. I smiled when I remembered all the time we had spent together.

“Hey sweetie.”, Sirius laughed when he came around the corner. I smiled back but as always couldn’t say a word when he was just close to me. This boy was making my brain stop working. “Not very talkative today huh?”, he laughed, his fingers stroking my cheek. “Hey Padfoot better get your hand off my sister.”, Remus said laying his arm around my waist. We all knew what Sirius did with all the girls and Remus, as my older brother, just wanted to protect me. “Everything’s fine Moony. I was just saying hello. Right sweetie?”, I simple nodded. “But I got to go now. Cindy is waiting for me.”, a big smile on his face, but my heart breaking into pieces since I fell for Sirius the day when Remus had all his friends over at our house and we went swimming at the lake. Sirius was all gentle and protecting when the boys from the neighborhood started to pick on me again. “Come on Y/N let us go.”, Remus said pushing me down the hallway.

The Christmas ball was coming and I still hoped for Sirius to ask me out. The last weeks we had spent much time together because Remus took me with him and his friends. We were at Hogsmead, I was sitting with them at the common room and got them out of some serious problems when they plaid tricks on Filch. When I was around Sirius wasn’t watching any other girl and I felt like he might like me. I came to the common room witnessing Sirius being surrounded by at least five girls. I fell to the couch next to Remus and Peter both watching their friend talk to all these girls. “So do you got a date?”, Remus asked, I looked up and shook my head “You?” “Yeah Amy Miller.”, he said and I started to smile “That’s good!” “So we need to find someone for you.” “I can deal with that on my own.”, I laughed when Sirius came over “Miss Turner said yes.”, he smiled brightly. Breaking my heart again.

In the end I went with some boy from Hufflepuff who only wanted to make his ex-girlfriend jealous. It worked. So I sat alone at the stairs, feeling badly about myself when I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Hey sweetie. Why so sad?”, Sirius asked sitting next to me. And again my brain stopped working. “Did your date drop you?”, he asked and saw the boy going off with his ex-girlfriend. “What an idiot.”, he said “Where is Missy?”, I asked being surprised I could talk to him. “You can talk.”, he laughed and then looked at me “I should have asked someone else.”, he smiled and draw out his hand towards me “Want to dance sweetie?” “Yeah.”, I smiled.

I would never forget that night. But now I had nothing more than the memory of it and a picture of us two smiling. I sighed. It had been quite too long since I last saw him. That night I couldn’t sleep that well. I had to think about Sirius. I felt how much I missed him. He was the best man I ever met and no other ever got into my heart. My heart was always with Sirius.

Sirius view
I smiled when I pulled out the picture. It had been with me since the day it was made. Smilingly I was standing next to the girl I never got over. She was one of the girls I never slept with because I respected her and of course Remus too much. Y/N. She had been the smartest, funniest and most beautiful girl I ever met. I sighed. We haven’t met in such a long time. I nearly forgot how she looked. If I havn’t had the photo I would probably had. Now that I was searching for Peter I thought about her so much. Maybe I could see her again one day.

I heard a soft sobbing when I came back from my very special date with Tina. “Is somebody here?”, I asked looking through the dark common room. Again a sobbing. I went towards it and saw Y/N sitting at the ground, her knees pulled to her chest. “Hey sweetie. What happened?”, I sat next to her but she pushed me away. Questioningly I looked at her “Just leave me Black got that?”, she snarled. “What did I do sweetheart? Did I hurt you?” “Just leave.”, she said tears running down from her beautiful eyes “But sweetie talk to me!” “Don’t call me like you call all your bitches.”, she groaned, than stood up and left. I sat there for quite a while. What did I do that she hated me so much? I really liked Y/N but she still was Remus younger sister and I didn’t want to hurt her in anyway. But somehow I did without me noticing. But I swore something to myself. That day I stopped dating girls.

There were only two weeks of school left and still Y/N wasn’t talking to me. So I made up my mind and tried to find her. She was sitting next to Remus in the library. “Hey Y/N. Can we talk?”, I asked. She looked up glaring at me. “What?”, she said “Alone.”, I added. She stood up and followed me. “So again, what?” “I… I just wanted you to know I stopped dating all these girls. I just wanted you to know.”, I saw her face lightning up. She was cute. She had always been even if she was kind of awkward sometimes. She really seemed to like me but she would never tell me. Sometimes she wouldn’t even talk when I was around. “Ok sweetie? And by the way you are the only girl I call sweetie.”, I softly touched her face before leaving.

The order of Phoenix was fighting but my eyes were all on Y/N. She was fighting with us and no doubt she was one of the mightiest witches of our time but I was scared about her. I was scared she could get hurt. I ran over to her, protecting her, fighting at her side. “Are you alright sweetie?”, I asked through all the noise “Sure. Are you getting sleepy Padfoot?”, she smiled while making some death eaters explode. “You are good.” “I know.”, she became more self confident since we left school and she showed how well she was fighting against all these death eaters. It seemed she only needed something to boost it.

And than horror started to chase me. James and Lily were killed and everyone thought it was me how made Voldemort find them. But I knew who truly did it. Peter! When I went to talk to him he played his own death and brought me to Azkaban. Little rat! I never had the chance to explain or to tell Y/N a last goodbye before the horror of my life started.

Y/N’s view

Two years had past since Sirius escaped from Azkaban and still not a word from him. I thought he would at least come and visit me but I didn’t not even get a letter of him. “Hey Y/N I’ve got some news for you. Pack your things. The order is coming back to life.”, he smiled. My heart started racing. The order had been the breaking point of my life. When I was in the order I became someone. I was good at fighting death eaters. Now getting back to it made me pretty nervous.
We reached an old dark house. “Where are we?”, I asked “You will see.”, he said mysteriously. Dumbledore let us in “Remus we need to talk. Y/N take your time, look through the house. We need to know what is in here. You are as talented with the dark arts as your brother so maybe you can see what you can do.”, I nodded and left my bag in the hall. I decided to start in the room that was at the highest floor. So I walked up many stairs until I reached the room. “Sirius” was written on the plate pinned to the door. I smiled. This must have been the old Black House. My hands started to shake when I opened the door.

My heart started to race. Everything smelt like Sirius and it brought tears to my eyes. I sat down on his bed looking at all these photos pinned to the wall. “I miss you so much.”, I whispered looking at the pictures. “I missed you too sweetie.”, a dark voice answered. I jumped around just to see Sirius standing in his room. He smiled at me. “Padfoot!”, I gasped jumping from the bed. But then I didn’t know what to say. My brain stopped working like the old days. But I didn’t need to do anything. Sirius pulled me into his arms. “I forgot how beautiful you are.”, he said, pushing my chin up.

Sirius changed a lot. He became much older. His hair had many grey  parts and his eyes weren’t as shiny as they were back in the old days but to me he still was the most beautiful man. I ran my fingers over his cheek.

Sirius view

She was more beautiful than I remembered. No she was not only beautiful but stunning! I pulled her closer and felt my heart racing. My hand stroked through her hair. “ You know what? There is something I always wanted to do.”, I said lifting her chin again. And then after fifteen long years I placed my lips on hers. Softly and caring, trying to put all my feelings in this kiss. I had waited much too long for this moment.  And as it seemed she waited for it as well. She pushed herself towards me. Kissing me with passion. She bit my lip and made me moan a little bit. It made me want more of here. Yes she was still Remus younger sister and she was still the girl I wouldn’t want to hurt. But she wasn’t a little girl anymore. She could decide on her own if she wanted to do it or not.

I pulled her with me to my bed. She made me forget all the things laying in my past. She was the reason to life for. She was the reason why I made it through Azkaban. She wrapped her legs around my waist when I laid her on the sheets of my bed. She pulled me closer, making me moan again. Her body was perfection and now I was finally allowed to run my hands over it. “You are perfect you know that?”, I asked between the kisses looking at her. She smiled. My lips made their way down her neck. I couldn’t wait any longer. I started to pull off her clothes. Her hands pulled my hair softly while I left kiss marks all over her soft skin.

My lips found her bottom lips and I started to slowly kiss her. Now it was her part to moan. “Sirius.”, was the only word coming over her lips now. My hands lay soft on her hips, pushing her down to the bed while making her feel all the love I felt for her. “Sirius.”, my name dropped from her lips like the most beautiful thing in the world. “I want you.”, she snarled. And I looked up to her. Her look was filled with lust and passion. She wanted me and I wanted her. I pulled myself up on her. “You really want that?”, I asked and she nodded “I never wanted anything more than this.”, she answered.

Slowly I pushed myself into her making us both moan in pleasure. She felt amazing. “Oh god Y/N!”, I groaned. Pushing me deeper into her. I slowly made my pace become faster while her fingernails were running all over my back. The scratch marks would make a nice memory of this perfect moment with this perfect woman. I started to take her harder until I couldn’t take that feeling any longer. I was so close to my climax looking deep into her eyes. “You are beautiful.”, I said pushing me inside her. She seemed to be pretty close to her end as well when she just looked back at me. I felt the climax coming and there was only one thing I wanted to say. “I love you Y/N.”, I said moaning. She was laying underneath me. She even looked more beautiful when she climaxes. Her body was aching and that was all because of me.

“What did you say?”, she asked. Curling herself up next to me under the blanket “I love you.”, I said smiling, kissing her forehead. When suddenly the door of my room opened. “Y/N? Wow! Couldn’t you put a sock to your door knob like you used to back in the old days?”, Remus said “And hey break my sisters heart and I’m going to break your bones.”, he said winking at Y/N. “I won’t hurt my sweetie.”, I answered smiling.   

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