#and shadow. shadow doesn't even know she's there

[pandagobrr]

Shadow would actually be so relieved if her dad died, even more so if it was one of her agent friends, then she would know he's gone for good, and let out a long held breath.

She hasn't seen him since he abandoned her, but she doesn't think her absence has made fondness grow...

Friendly reminder for any other people on the autism spectrum:

It's not recommended to offer to kill someone's dad, especially if you're talking to a stranger

[prael]

Day 8: Perspective

(G)I-DLE Miyeon x male reader smut

words: 6,693 12 Days of Praelmas Masterlist

It's all a matter of perspective. From the outside looking in, things can appear vastly different than when viewed up close and personal.

Take, for instance: Miyeon.

Now, look, you're not saying the whole image is only perspective. You wouldn't dream of undermining the fact that the girl who looks like a princess in magazines, on TV and wherever else you might see her, does in fact look every bit as much of a princess in person. The long black hair, the perfect smooth skin, the way she smiles as though she has a wonderful secret she can't wait to tell. Everything about her is as regal and poised as you'd expect.

But that's not the whole story. It never is.

There's a depth to this woman. There's a nuance to her that doesn't translate to the photos. Something you feel more than you can describe.

And, boy, you can feel it.

"God, fuck, I'm close," Miyeon whispers, her words hot against your ear. Her voice is a breathy whisper, so different from the clear tones she uses on stage. She's not singing now—there's nothing practised or perfect in the way she breathes, the way she talks to you. It's natural, and that's what makes it perfect.

Those manicured nails, adored in acrylic and fake jewels burrow into the skin on your shoulders, holding you down as she grinds atop you. Her hips move with all the skill that they do when she's performing, but there's an aggression to it that you don't see when the music is playing. This is a different type of performance—a different rhythm.

Looking up at her as she rides, you would never deny the comparisons. She's beautiful in every sense of the word, and it's hard not to get lost in the sight. There's something about the way the dim light catches her skin. It's like a spotlight on her body, illuminating every curve and dip, and all the shadows in between. It's hard to look away, and when she moves, it's like the light dances on her sweat-stained skin.

Years ago, Miyeon was always the 'lay there and take it' type (and she was so very good at taking it), but these days, there is something raw and wild inside of her. Something that you're not sure what to call, or how it started, or even how to feel about it. All you know is that when the two of you are together, there's an energy in the air that's electric. Like a storm brewing, ready to strike.

It's in the way her eyes lock onto yours as she works her hips up and down your cock, her body trembling with every movement. Her breath is ragged, and she's gasping as if she's running out of oxygen. It's in the way her thighs squeeze around your hips, and her nails dig deeper into your skin. She's riding you like it's her only purpose, her only goal, and the world could be ending around her and she wouldn't stop.

"Cum with me, please," Miyeon begs. And it's truly a beg. It's not a demand or even a polite request. It's a desperate plea, and it's all you need to hear.

Your hands find her slender waist, gripping her, pulling her down hard against you. You thrust, slamming your hips up to meet hers. It's a clash of bodies, and you're not sure where you end and she begins. You share this moment, this sensation. It's as if you're one being, one creature of lust and desire, moving in perfect sync.

Her pussy clenches around you, and her moans fill the air, a song that's just for your ears. Her body shakes, and her eyes flutter shut, her head falling back. You can see her pulse pounding beneath the surface and her chest heaves. She's lost in the sensation, and you're right there with her. You spill into her, your cock throbbing inside as she milks every last drop from you. Her nails scratch down your chest, leaving red lines in their wake, but you barely feel the pain.

When she finally collapses, her body limp and spent, you can't help but pull her close. Her head falls onto your chest, and you wrap your arms around her. Her hair is damp with sweat, and she smells of sex and perfume. She's so light on your chest, but somehow, it's the most comforting weight.

"That was—" you begin, but she stops you.

"Perfect," she whispers.

You chuckle. "Yeah."

"And also the last time."

You don't move at first. You're still breathing heavily, and you can feel her heartbeat against your skin. You're sure she can feel yours, too. You're not sure you heard her right, and you can't bring yourself to respond.

"Did you hear me?" Miyeon asks, her tone suddenly serious.

You swallow hard, then say, "This shit again?"

She sits up, and you can feel the weight of her body leaving yours. You miss it instantly, the warmth of her skin against yours, the way she fit against you perfectly. But now, she's looking down at you, and her expression is hard to read. There's a mix of emotions there, and you can't tell which one is winning.

"Miyeon—" you begin, but she cuts you off.

"Don't," she says. "Don't try to make this something it's not."

"So what the fuck is this?"

She sighs, and you can see the sadness in her eyes. "It's convenient. We have history. We know each other well, but I can't do this anymore."

You're not sure how to respond. You've done this dance before, so many times that you've lost count. And yet, every time, it still stings. You wonder if she'll ever tire of this cycle, or if it's just a part of who she is.

"Look," she says, her voice softening. "I care about you. I do. But... I can't keep doing this."

"You say that every time," you reply, your voice a mix of frustration and resignation.

She looks away, and you can see the guilt in her expression. "I know," she says. "But this time, I mean it. I can't keep hurting you like this. It's not fair to you."

It's all a matter of perspective. From the outside looking in, the two of you might look like young adults in love. Sharing intimacy and vulnerability in the rawest sense. But from the inside looking out, you can't help but feel like you're trapped in a cycle you can't break. It's like a never-ending rollercoaster, with highs that leave you breathless and lows that leave you feeling empty.

"You know what?" you say, sitting up and looking her in the eye. "I'm done with this shit. Every time things seem to settle, you blow it up. What is it? Are you scared of being comfortable?"

"It's not about that," she says, her voice defensive. She slips back a little, drawing herself off your limp cock and resting between your legs on the bed, her thigh resting atop yours. "We're touring soon and I have to prepare. I don't want you to think you'll be able to come see me, or that we can continue to do this. It's over."

"Touring, huh?" you scoff. "That's the same excuse you used before. What about when you're back from touring? What then?" You shake your head. "You drop me a text at 2 am and ask me to come over?"

She looks at you, and for a moment, you think she might waver. But then she shakes her head. "No," she says, her voice firm. "This is it. It's over."

-

It starts in Seoul, you've spent the last few months seeing the posters everywhere. The subway, the billboards, the bus stops, and even the side of buildings. You can't escape them. The images are larger than life, with Miyeon in the centre. She's smiling, her teeth bright white and her eyes sparkling. She's beautiful, as she always is. Around her are the other members of (G)I-DLE, dressed in matching outfits, looking every bit as perfect as she is, and yet, they pale in comparison.

You can't look away from the images. They seem to follow you wherever you go, a constant reminder of what could have been. What could have been, but never will be. It's been a month since you last saw her, and yet you see her every day.

And it's not just the posters. It's the commercials, too. You'll be watching TV, minding your own business, and suddenly, there she is. Selling makeup or shampoo or some other product you have no interest in. But you can't turn away. You're drawn to her, even though you know it's only going to hurt.

You're in the supermarket, trying to get your groceries, when you see the magazine covers. There she is, looking perfect, as always. Her hair is styled, and her makeup is flawless. She's wearing a dress that clings to her curves, and her legs seem to go on forever. It's a far cry from the way she looks when she's with you, but you can't deny that she's still beautiful.

You pick up the magazine, flipping through the pages. There she is, in an interview. She's talking about her upcoming tour and her plans for the future. She's confident and charming, as always. You can't help but read the whole thing, even though you know it's not healthy.

And now, you're in line at the convenience store, picking up some ramen for dinner. You glance up at the TV in the corner, and there she is. Performing. She's on some music show, singing and dancing with the other members of (G)I-DLE. She's in perfect sync with the others, her movements fluid and graceful.

It's not just the public images that haunt you. It's the personal ones, too. The ones you took of her, of the two of you together. You have them all saved on your phone, a constant reminder of what you had. You try not to look at them, but sometimes you can't resist. It's normally what tides you over, between the time when she calls you and in the most innocent of voices, tells you that you should meet.

There are other girls, of course. Your attempts at getting over her by getting under someone else. But the thing is, every girl in Seoul seems to want to be just like Miyeon. You go out on a date with a cute girl, she'll be wearing Miyeon's makeup and her clothes. At a club, a girl will be wearing her perfume. She's everywhere, and you can't escape her. It's maddening.

So you buy one of them a drink. Try to forget about Miyeon for a night. Even when you're between another girl's legs and she's writhing, it's the thought of Miyeon's face that pushes you over the edge. You've even tried to avoid it. You've taken girls that look nothing like her, but it doesn't seem to matter. They're all just a distraction, a way to numb the pain.

And you can't help but feel like you're going to lose your mind.

It's a rainy day when you finally see her. You're walking home from work, huddled under your umbrella, when you spot her across the street. She's walking with her head down, trying to avoid the rain. You stop, and for a moment, you're frozen. You don't know what to do. Should you cross the street and talk to her? Should you pretend you haven't seen her?

Before you can decide, she looks up and sees you. There's a flash of recognition on her face, and then a smile. A real smile. You can't help but smile back.

But she keeps walking.

-

It's just two days out. The opening show of (G)I-DLE's world tour. You've managed to avoid it. You've had no interest in buying a ticket. It's not the music. You still listen to them, and they put on a great performance. It's more the idea of it. You don't want to be part of the crowd, just one face in a sea of fans.

You're drowning your sorrows over a few drinks at some hole in the wall. It's a familiar place. The mood is all youthful energy. It's a record bar, and it's one you're familiar with. You've lost count of the number of times you've waited here, with Miyeon's apartment around the corner, waiting for the text to tell you it's all clear. It's not why you're here, so maybe it's a strange choice, but the records on the wall, the music pumping through the speakers and the drinks in your belly makes it easier to forget.

A girl comes and sits beside you. She's cute, in a plain sort of way. She's not trying too hard. You've been watching her since she came in. She's with a group, but they've been playing darts, and she's come over to the bar by herself. She sits and orders a drink, and for a moment, the two of you just sit there, not saying anything.

You can see her glancing at you out of the corner of your eye. You know she's interested. You know the game. You've played it before.

Maybe you could spend the evening talking to her, maybe even take her home. But the idea doesn't appeal to you. You're not in the mood. Not for her.

So opportunity passes. A man walks up, some business type in a suit. He sits on the other side of her, and the two strike up a conversation. You watch her laugh at his jokes, and he buys her a drink. There's a pang of jealousy, not over this girl in particular, but the fact that he can have this light-hearted fun without the baggage weighing over him.

He doesn't have a Miyeon-shaped hole in his head, but maybe that's just a matter of perspective.

-

You're not drunk. You're sure of that.

Maybe careless is the right word. You've had a few drinks, but not enough to impair your judgment. You're just a little loose, a little less concerned with the consequences of your actions. So you're pressing the button for the top floor of the apartment building you're in, and you're on your way up.

It's not an entirely conscious decision. It's more of a compulsion. You're not sure what you're going to do when you get there, but you can't help yourself. The elevator doors slide open, and you step out into the hallway.

It's late. The lights are dimmed, and the only sound is the hum of the air conditioning. You walk down the hallway, your footsteps echoing on the hardwood floors. You stop in front of the door. Apartment 1801.

You knock. There's no answer. You knock again, and this time, you can hear movement inside.

Miyeon opens the door, and for a moment, the two of you just stare at each other. She's dressed in an oversized white shirt, and her hair is messy, as though she's been asleep.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she asks, her eyes narrowed.

"I don't know," you reply, and it's the truth. You really don't know what you're doing here. You just know that you needed to see her, to be near her. Even if it's just for a moment.

"This is a bad idea," she says, and she starts to close the door. But you reach out and stop her, your hand on the door frame. You're not sure what you're expecting. Maybe for her to yell at you, or tell you to go to hell.

But she doesn't. Instead, she just sighs, and she steps aside, letting you in.

Things are a bit of a mess inside, you can't blame her, she's about to spend months travelling from city to city. Her suitcases are sprawled all over, clothes are laid out on the sofa, and the coffee table is covered in books and papers.

"You can't keep doing this," she says, crossing her arms over her chest. "I've got my tour starting, and we can't keep doing this. I'm leaving the country soon, so I can't keep... seeing you. You need to find someone else."

"I know," you reply, and you do. You know you can't keep doing this. You know you need to move on, to find someone else. But it's hard.

You step closer to her, and she doesn't move away. Your hands find her waist, and you pull her closer to you. She doesn't resist, and for a moment, the two of you are just standing there, breathing in each other's scent. And you can't help but think of all the times you've been in this exact position, with your hands on her waist and her body pressed against yours. You think of all the times you've kissed her, touched her, fucked her. All the times you've shared.

"I just came to say goodbye," you whisper, and you mean it. You don't expect anything from her. You're not even sure why you're here. You just know that you need to see her one last time before you say goodbye for good.

She looks up at you, and there's something in her eyes that you can't quite read. It's not anger or sadness. It's more like resignation.

"Goodbye, then," she says, and she kisses you.

The kiss is soft at first, tentative. But it quickly grows more intense. Your hands slide down to cup her ass, and you lift her. She wraps her legs around your waist, and the two of you stumble backwards until you hit the wall. Her hands are in your hair, pulling at the strands as she kisses you with a ferocity that takes your breath away.

Beneath the shirt is only a pair of panties, tight against her ass. You run your hands over them, squeezing and groping, and she moans into your mouth. Her hips grind against yours, and you can feel her heat through the fabric of her panties. You want her, and you know she wants you, too.

"Fuck me one last time," she whispers in your ear, and you don't need to be told twice. Miyeon wraps her thighs high on your waist, making you crane your neck back a little to keep kissing her, but it means you can unbuckle your trousers and push them down. Your hands are back on her ass, pulling her panties to the side, and your fingers run through her lower lips. She's wet. She's already ready for you. She always has been, from the first time to this one.

She's so light that it makes it easy to step forward and turn, now it's her turn to be pinned against the wall. Holding Miyeon by that tight little ass, you lower her onto your cock and she fits so easily that she slides down the entire length. Her head is thrown back, and her mouth hangs open in pleasure.

There's a gasp, of both surprise and pleasure as you fill her. You can feel her walls stretching around you, accommodating your size. You give her a moment to get used to the feeling, and then you start to move. You pull out almost all the way, before sliding back in, and her moans fill the air. Her body is pressed tightly against yours, and you can feel her heartbeat racing.

Her shoulders are pressed square against the wall, it's enough to support her. Her legs are tight around your waist. Every time you pull back, you draw her hips away from the wall, only to drive her back against it with every thrust. She bounces between the hard surface and your cock. It's so forceful that you're worried you might break something, and that only drives you to fuck her harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin is loud in the apartment, and you're sure the neighbours can hear, but you don't care.

You're nailing Miyeon to the wall with the sort of rough recklessness that only comes at the end of a relationship. You have no more fucks left to give about the consequences, and you're making the most of your last hurrah.

Miyeon's moaning loudly, her voice rising in pitch with every thrust. You're hitting all the right spots, and you can tell she's close. You angle your hips in the way you know she likes, and she cries out, her body shaking as she comes undone around you. You keep going, fucking her through her orgasm, and it's not long before you're close to the edge too.

Miyeon's moans are in your ear, they're so familiar. The way her body moves with yours. It's a sensation that's been burned into your memory, and you can't imagine ever forgetting it. You feel her nails scratching at your shirt. It's not enough to break skin, but you'll feel it tomorrow, a dull ache in your back.

"Give me a night to remember," she whispers, her voice breathy and desperate. "Fuck me so hard that I can't forget."

You're stumbling towards the kitchen table now, and she's clinging to you as if her life depended on it. You set her down, planting her cute ass on the glass surface. You set her back with a gentle hand on her chest, lying her flat against the surface, her hair splayed out behind her. She's looking up at you with that regal stare, the one she gives in the magazines, but it's not the perfect image you've seen on the posters. No, Miyeon's flush, and she's all the better for it.

In the most loving way you can, you tell her, "I hate you."

"I hate you, too."

Your hands are on her thighs, pushing them apart, and she's so wet that you can see it glistening on her skin. You slide into her easily, and she cries out as you bottom out inside her. You start to move, but it's uncharacteristically slow. "Take off your shirt," you tell her.

Her hands are too shaky for the small buttons but she's trying her best, starting from the bottom and working up. Even with your controlled thrusts, Miyeon is distracted and her hands slip more than once. You don't help, you just keep your grip on her thighs and watch the show.

A few buttons later the shirt is falling open at her stomach. Slender and toned, but still soft. The years of performing have given her a body worth worshipping. Every little defined line is an accomplishment of its own, and you've been there to appreciate them. You plant a hand on her abs and push her down against the table. Her hands are still struggling with the buttons.

"Come on," you say. "You're taking forever."

"Fuck you," she gasps.

You can't help but chuckle, and then you pick up the pace, fucking her a little faster, a little harder. Her hands are shaking even more now, and you're not making it any easier for her. She struggles another one open, then another, and then her shirt is open, exposing her bare chest to you.

You're not in a hurry now. You're taking your time, enjoying the sight of her naked body. Her breasts are perfect teardrops, with small, pink nipples that are hard and begging to be touched. You take one in your hand, rolling it between your fingers, and she arches her back, pressing her chest into your touch. You pinch her nipple lightly, and she cries out, her hips bucking against yours.

You're still fucking her, still driving into her with long, deep strokes, and you can feel her body start to tense up as she gets closer and closer to her release. You want to make this last, but the thing about Miyeon is that she's just so easy to make cum.

She throws her hands above her head, showing herself in all her carnal glory, and her back arches off the table. Her mouth is open in a silent scream, and her eyes are screwed shut. It's beautiful, and it's also the reason you know you're not over her. Maybe you never will be. It's not just the physical attraction, it's something more, and you're not sure what it is, but it's there.

You take hold of her ankles, pulling her legs up so the underside of her thighs rests against your stomach, and her calves lie on your shoulders. Miyeon's ankles cross behind your neck, holding on tight while you keep fucking her.

Now every thrust is punctuated by a slap against her thighs, the sound is almost as beautiful as her moans.

It doesn't matter whether she loves you, or even cares about you, and you've long learned not to ask questions that you won't like the answer to. When you both need each other the most, you find a way back together. So maybe that's love. In a strange, fucked up sort of way.

There are tears in her eyes now, and you know that they're not from pain. There's a tremble in her body, and you can tell she's about to lose it. You want to take her through it, so you take a second to adjust the angle you're fucking her at, hitting that spot that drives her crazy. It's a simple change, a different hip placement, and suddenly, you're slamming against that spot, over and over, making sure every movement is perfect.

"Don't stop, I'm-" she tries, but her words trail off into incoherence. Her body spasms and her pussy clenches around you like a vice. She lets out a strangled moan, her limbs locked in place as she shakes and shudders, lost in pleasure.

You can only admire the spectacle of it all, she is a performer after all. Her body is a work of art, every curve, every line, designed just for your eyes. This is a sight you've had many times before, and each time it feels like the first, even when it's the last.

You can't allow it to end, it's a determined thought that you repeat over and over as you hold back your orgasm, instead opting to pick Miyeon up. You carry her just a few steps until you fall back onto the sofa. The show must go on.

Her legs spread wide around your hips. You let her sit back on your lap and slowly ride you, her hips moving lazily as she catches her breath. It's not fast enough to get either of you off, but it's enough to keep the fire burning. You're leaning back, just admiring the sight of her. She looks down at you with hooded eyes, biting her lip, lost in her pleasure. Your hands explore her body, roaming over her smooth skin, feeling her muscles flex as she moves. She leans back a little further, placing a hand against your knee to steady herself. That new angle hits a sweet spot inside her, and her eyes flutter shut, her lips parting slightly.

"You really want this to be the last time you ride me?" you ask. It's not much of an argument, but you don't want this to be over.

Her movements are languid, she rolls her hips sensually, the tempo steady as she grinds against you. "It's... for the best."

She sounds unconvincing, even to herself, and her voice trails off as she loses herself to the pleasure. She leans forward again, bracing herself with her hands on your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin. She picks up the pace, her hips rocking back and forth, riding you with purpose.

"That's it," you breathe, meeting her movements with your own, pushing deeper inside her. "Don't act like you aren't gonna miss this."

Her fingers dig into your shoulders even harder, and she rides you with renewed vigour, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth hanging open. You can tell she's getting close, her body trembling with the effort, her thighs quivering around you. Her perky little tits bounce their most seductive dance, drawing your hand towards one. You cup it so perfectly in your palm and Miyeon lets out the softest of whines.

"Miss it," Miyeon pants. "But we... we can't."

You take that as the cue, you grab her waist and thrust up into her tight, warm cunt. She cries out, and you do it again, and again, and again. You slam into her, your hips lifting off the sofa, fucking her hard and fast. She's panting now, her head thrown back, her hair a tangled mess. She's bouncing on your cock, her breasts shaking with every thrust. Her thighs clench around you, and she starts to cum, her walls convulsing around you. You keep fucking her, prolonging her pleasure, milking every last bit of bliss from her.

When she finally collapses on top of you, her body spent and exhausted, you roll her over and lay her out on the sofa. She's limp, barely able to move. Her eyes are unfocused, staring up at you with a dazed expression. She looks completely and utterly satisfied. It's almost a shame that she has a flight in a few hours.

With what little energy remains, she hooks one leg over the back of the sofa, presenting herself to you. You spread her legs wider and lower your head between them.

"It's not like anyone else can make you cum like I can," you say, running your tongue along her slit. She's hot and swollen from all the fucking, but she's dripping wet, and you lap up her juices eagerly.

"That's not the point," Miyeon groans right before she clasps her thighs around your head.

If the only way you could ever make your points was between Miyeon's legs, well that would be alright by you. But for now, you settle for latching onto her clit and sucking firmly, while she writhes beneath you, her back arching off the sofa. Miyeon tastes how only Miyeon can, and you lick, suck and slurp up every drop you can get.

You keep your hands busy, roaming her perfect skin, groping her ass, her thighs, and finally, when she's so close to the edge, slipping two fingers into her tight hole. The sensation is overwhelming. You can feel her walls tighten around your digits, squeezing them hard as you finger-fuck her. You twist and curl your fingers, finding that spot that drives her crazy, and her hips buck up to meet your hand, grinding against you.

The sensation is mind-numbing, but you refuse to yield. You keep licking and sucking, your fingers pounding in and out of her. She's a whimpering mess, her hands gripping the armrest of the sofa, her knuckles white. Her eyes are screwed shut, and she's biting her lip so hard you think she might draw blood. You can feel her walls clamp down around you, and you know she's close. You press on, doubling your efforts, determined to make her cum so hard that she forgets her name. You want to ruin her.

"Please don't stop," she begs. "Just keep doing that and I'm gonna-"

As if you'd stop now. You redouble your efforts, fucking her with your fingers, curling them just right, pressing against that spot that makes her toes curl. You feel a rush of wetness as she cums, her thighs clamping around your head, trapping you there. You don't stop, you keep finger-fucking her, extending her orgasm. Her body twitches and spasms, and you keep licking and sucking, drinking down every last drop of her pleasure.

When it's finally over, you look up to see Miyeon sprawled out on the sofa. "We can't keep doing this." Her chest heaving, and she's covered in sweat. She looks completely fucked out, and you love it. It's a moment to commit to memory whenever you happen across her image, so easily found these days. You want her to remember this too.

"One last one," you say, and she shakes her head, but you already know she'll give in. She always does. Because she needs this as much as you do. One more chance to enjoy each other. She doesn't resist when you guide her into position, flipping her over so she's on all fours, presenting her perfect ass to you. Miyeon reaches back, spreading her cheeks and inviting you in, while looking back at you from over her shoulder.

Miyeon doesn't moan, she squeals in delight when you sink inside of her. If it had felt good earlier, it's nothing compared to now. She's so slick and loose from previous orgasms that you slip into her with ease, filling her up completely. Your hands grip her hips, pulling her back onto you with every thrust, and she meets you eagerly, pushing back against you.

"Do you really think you're ready to give this up?" you ask, as you pound into her, your balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. "To never feel my cock inside you again?"

"Done it before," Miyeon responds through gritted teeth. She doesn't sound certain. You wrap a hand around her neck and pull her upright, holding her flush against you. With your other arm around her waist, you pin her against your chest while she desperately rolls her hips in search of stimulation.

"Yet you came right back, didn't you?" you whisper in her ear, before letting her go. Miyeon falls forward, catching herself on her forearms. Her hands grip the armrest and you plant a firm spank on her ass. "Always do."

Miyeon stops craning her neck to look back at you, faces forward and then says probably the last thing you would expect, "I have a boyfriend."

Your motions are seized, bringing the whole encounter to a sudden, crashing halt. You don't know what to say, so you just stay there, inside her.

"You weren't supposed to come here tonight," Miyeon mutters. "We weren't supposed to do this ever again."

"So... why did you?"

"Because I'm stupid. And I can't get enough of you. It's hard to say no when you show up with that look in your eyes."

She keeps talking, but you can't hear her. Your mind is racing. Jealousy stirs in the pit of your stomach, and the urge to claim what's yours takes over.

Your hands grip Miyeon's hips, pulling her back onto you roughly. She yelps, her body jolting as you slide deeper inside her. "Then tell me to stop and I will."

There's hesitation in her response. For just a brief moment, she hesitates, like she's actually considering it.

"Don't stop."

It's all you need. Your grip tightens, fingers digging into her flesh as you pull her back onto you again and again. Your hips snap forward with each thrust, burying yourself inside her completely.

You take hold of her hair, wrapping it around your fist, pulling her head back, exposing the elegant column of her neck, making her back arch. It's beautiful, like something straight out of a painting. She whimpers, a little mewl that's equal parts pain and pleasure, and the noise only spurs you on, driving you to fuck her harder, faster, your pace relentless.

"Don't stop!" she pleads, her voice ragged, desperate.

The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the lewd squelch of your cock plunging into her wet cunt, and the creaking of the couch beneath you, all punctuated by her moans and cries, rising in pitch, her voice breaking. Each thrust seems to draw another sound from her, a symphony of ecstasy.

Her nails drag across the leather surface of the couch, as you drive into her petite frame with unrestrained abandon. You fuck her like a toy, like a tool built to extract pleasure from your cock, and she takes it because it's what she needs. What you both need. And maybe that's the root of your problem. The way you feed off each other. The way you're drawn together like magnets, no matter how hard you try to resist.

You reach under Miyeon with one hand, rubbing furious circles around her engorged clit, while the other wraps loosely around her throat. You apply pressure, not enough to cut off her air completely, just enough to make her aware of your power over her. The way she surrenders herself to you, trusting you to take her to heights of pleasure she's never experienced with anyone else, it's intoxicating.

And Miyeon knows it, the little tease. She uses it to her advantage. She uses you to fulfil her deepest desires, knowing full well that you'll oblige.

You should hate her for it. A rational person would.

You feel Miyeon tense up beneath you, her body stiffening as you relentlessly rub her clit, and you can feel her orgasm approaching, building deep within her core. She gasps, her breaths coming in shallow pants, her fingers scrabbling for purchase against the sofa. She pushes back against you, meeting your thrusts with equal fervour, her body desperate for release.

And you give it to her. Hard. Without relent. Your hand presses firmer against her clit, your other wrapped loosely around her neck, her delicate skin hot and sweaty against your palm, pulsing in time with her beating heart.

"Look at me," you grunt. Miyeon turns her head and it's all in those big beautiful brown eyes. Eyes you've gazed into so often. Eyes you've missed seeing these last few weeks. She's so close that you could lean forward and kiss her, but you resist, choosing to prolong her agony just a little longer. "Cum for me."

Miyeon obeys, surrendering herself completely. Her eyes roll back, eyelids fluttering shut as she crashes over the edge, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. You don't let up, you keep pumping, driving her through it, keeping her flying high. Your fingers rub faster, harder against her sensitive nub, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her body shudders and shakes, her walls clamping down around you, milking you in waves. It's an incredible sensation, the way she squeezes you, and pulls you deeper into her depths, urging you to join her in ecstasy.

She's spilling down onto the sofa. Miyeon is rarely this messy, but it only happens when you really put her through the wringer, when she's so overwhelmed by pleasure that her body loses all control, giving itself over entirely to the blissful release.

She might be someone else's girlfriend now, but you're still going to fill her.

That thought pushes you past the breaking point. With a primal roar, you bury yourself inside her, bottoming out inside her depths, and you spill your seed deep within her core, coating her walls with your warmth, claiming her for yourself.

Miyeon falls limply to the cushions. She lies there, breathless, her chest heaving, her hair dishevelled. The sounds of her pleasure fade, replaced by the sounds of heavy breathing. Your chest rises and falls in rhythm with hers. You slump over her, supporting yourself on weak forearms so that you hover inches above her.

Her limp little body slips off you and onto the couch. Miyeon just lies there, panting, her chest heaving, her eyes closed. She's coated in sweat and her hair is plastered to her forehead. Her clothes are scattered all over the floor, and she lies in a pool of her own mess.

"You should leave," she whispers. You want to stay and argue the case, but you know that the ship has sailed. So you nod.

Miyeon doesn't watch you leave, she remains curled up on the sofa, with a mixture of your juices seeping out of her pussy and leaving a mess on the leather cushions. She waits until she hears the door click shut behind you to even move.

Once more for old time's sake. Once more for closure. It was fun while it lasted, but now it's over. 

Though, you would argue, it’s all just a matter of perspective.

[loves0phelia]

the switch

Summery: Things doesn't turn out they way they expected after switching places.

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: Zach is an asshole, Rafe is a nerd, kind of cheating, grammar mistakes as always.

A/N: While using Grammarly there was a problem with some paragraphs so if there's something that doesn't make sense tell me thank youu.

Despite being identical twins Zach and Rafe Cameron had very different personalities and ambitions. They couldn't be more opposite. Zach was outgoing, charismatic and his confidence made him popular around the college campus. 

Everyone knew the hot and talented soccer player. Rafe, on the other hand, was quieter, and more introspective. Some would say he was a nerd and completely overshadowed by his brother and they weren't wrong.

Growing up Zach would always get the attention, the praise and the girls while Rafe stayed behind. 

You and Rafe had met in class weeks before you and Zach met. The teacher announced that the first project of the year would be in teams of two. You didn't know anyone, considering this was your first year of college, so when you noticed everyone pairing up and leaving the tall blond in the back of the class in the shadow, you decided to approach him.

“Hey… do you have a partner?” you asked and slowly lowered your books onto the desk adjacent to him.

“No.” His piercing blue eyes, hiding behind the round glasses, locked onto yours, and your stomach flipped, noticing his handsome features: the perfectly sharp jawline, long lashes that complimented his eyes, and some to-die-for dimples.

“Can I be your partner?” you asked politely and he only nodded before pulling the chair belonging to the desk next to him back allowing you to sit.

“Oh thank you” You blushed and sat down without further questions.

That's how you and Rafe became friends and he never should've brought you home, because then you met Zach.

“Hey Zach, I'm home!” Rafe opened the door to his house with you following close behind him.

“Hey- oh, you brought a girl?’ Zach said surprised after he rounded the wall from what you assumed was the kitchen and stopped abruptly. To say you were too stunned to speak was an understatement.

“We're just gonna study,” Rafe sighed.

“There- There's two of you?” Your face reddened noticing the two boys who looked identical staring at you.

“I`m Zach nice to meet you” He basically skipped over to you and grabbed your hand gently before shaking it. You failed to notice Rafe rolling his eyes next to both of you.

“Come on” Rafe grabbed your forearm pulling you away from Zach.

“You didn't tell me you had a twin Rafe” you mumbled as you walked up the stairs following him.

“It wasn’t important” He grumbled now in a bad mood. Rafe knew exactly what was going on in Zach's head when he saw you because he thought the same thing when you approached him for the first time. You were mesmerizing.

*Ding*

Zachsoccer23 just followed you on Instagram.

Eleven months later you and Zach were dating much to Rafe's dismay. You continued to be friends with Rafe, you were even closer now that you stayed over at their house more often, but he was never truly happy. He had to see Zach getting cozy with you, kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your lips, making you laugh when it should have been him. He resented Zach for stealing something away from him once again.

The hollow rumble of the family car faded down the street as Ward Cameron, the boy's dad, left for the weekend.

“I'm gonna throw an open house,” Zach says in the silence, making Rafe's head snap to his brother.

“Aren't you supposed to hang out with y/n tonight?” Rafe asked as he sat on the island in the middle of the large modern kitchen.

Zach sighed and turned. “Well, y/n doesn't have to hang out with me all the time.”

“She's your girlfriend,” Rafe said, brows furrowing.

“Look I’ll deal with y/n another day, I wanna throw a party tonight is that so bad? Dad rarely ever leaves. Can we enjoy our only weekend off?” 

“I guess?” He sighed not wanting to argue with his twin.

“We should make this party fun. We could...switch places.”

Rafe blinked. “What?”

“You heard me.” Zach was talking faster now, “We switch places. You play me, I play you. You get to live a little, enjoy some popularity for once, and I get to show people my brother Rafe Cameron isn't that boring and nerdy. Win-win!”

Rafe stared at him, his mouth slightly open. “Zach, we are not 10 years old anymore.”

“Come on live a little. You’ve spent your entire life being the responsible one. The invisible one.” Zach knocked his glasses down on his face playfully.

“You're a fucking asshole” Rafe protested, adjusting the glasses on his nose.

“My point is,” Zach continued, unperturbed, “you’ve never had the chance to see what it’s like to cut loose. And me? I’ll show everyone you can be cool. Maybe I can even get you a girl” he laughed and pushed his brother's shoulder.

Rafe hesitated, the gears in his mind grinding painfully against the absurdity of the proposal. 

“Come on just this once” Zach begged.

“Fine” 

…

That's how Rafe found himself in a jersey marked with the number twenty-three, his hair placed in a way they were never placed, glasses long forgotten and with no jewelry besides a singular ring on his index finger.

Zach, parted his hair in the middle creating the usual Rafe bang and his fingers were clothed by large gold rings. 

Their house was getting filled by the minute. One story on Instagram on Zach’s profile and the entire campus was coming over.

“Hey Zach this party is so cool” A random guy grabbed Rafe by the hand pulling him in a friendly accolade. Rafe stumbled a bit not at all expecting this but he quickly recovered. 

“Yeah thanks, hey uh have you seen my brother?”

“Rafe? Yeah, I think he's in the living room talking with Tayla” Rafe quickly dismissed the guy he didn't even know the name of and made a beeline for the living room.

“Dude” Rafe pulled Zach up from the couch where he was sitting closely with Tayla an arm around her shoulder and dragged him away in a tucked corner.

“I don't want to do this anymore okay? It feels wrong” 

“What? The night is just getting started. I'm getting you a girl right now. You're ruining everything” He mumbled trying to avoid people hearing about their ploy.

“I don't care about Tayla Zach. And what about y/n? While you're cozying up with another girl pretending to be me she's still your girlfriend” Rafe tried reasoning.

“She isn't here right now though. Look, just take a drink and decompress alright? Everythings fine” Zach pushed the red solo cup into rafe chest and left, probably to rejoin his place on the couch.

A couple of minutes later you pushed open the front door of the twins’ house. The party was in full swing, the music thumping so loudly that the walls seemed to vibrate. You weaved through the crowd, eyes scanning for your boyfriend.

“Zach!” You called, raising your voice over the music.

“Shit” Rafe whispered and turned around trying to avoid making eye contact with you. Normally he would want nothing more than to look into your eyes but not now, not as Zach.

“Zach” your voice was much closer now, Rafe felt a hand slip on his bicep and he couldn't ignore you anymore.

“I really need to talk to you” Your eyes were shiny, as if you were on the verge of tears so he let you drag him away into Zach’s bedroom. 

You sniffled and wiped a tear that had fallen on your cheek, Rafe's brows furrowed, what happened, did someone hurt you? 

“I'm sorry I'm bothering you during your party when you're already mad at me…” Mad at you? Why would Zach be mad at you? 

“I just want you to know that I don't mean to be clingy and I promise I'll change if you give me a chance. I don't want to break up just for that, I love you” More tears fall from your eyes and Rafe’s head hangs low at your confession. How could his brother, his twin who shares the same DNA treat you this way?

“say something please” Your palm cradled his face and without thinking Rafe lunged forward connecting his lips to yours.

The kiss was slow but desperate. You felt it in every fibre of your being, a pull so magnetic that you forgot to breathe, forgot to think.

His hand rose to cradle your jaw, his thumb lightly grazing your cheeks. The kiss deepened, his lips moving against yours with more confidence, more need. You Felt his fingers tighten just slightly against your skin, anchoring you to the moment. The warmth of his body, the firmness of his touch, the way his lips seemed to perfectly mould against yours—it was overwhelming.

A spark ignited, spreading like wildfire through your veins. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a collision, there was something much deeper. Your hands, which had been frozen at your sides, slowly found their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you let yourself get lost in the moment.

Time seemed to stretch and fold in on itself, the rest of the world fading until there was only him, only this.

When he finally pulled back, his breath warm against your face, your eyes fluttered open. Your lips tingled, your chest rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath.

You touched your lips with trembling fingers, mind a whirlwind of emotions you couldn’t quite name. It wasn't the first time you kissed Zach but this time it didn't feel like Zach.

"I shouldn’t have done that," he said softly, his voice laced with regret. 

She stared at him, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Your lips parted, but no words came out.

“What?” The word was low.

“I’m sorry.”

Rafe sprang from the bed, his movements frantic as he bolted for the door. His fingers fumbled with the handle before yanking it open, and he rushed out into the hall. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, and his chest tightened as if it were caving in. Tears threatened to spill, blurring his vision.

But He didn’t get far.

The collision was sudden. He blinked, startled, and looked up to see Zach—the real Zach, his brother who was disguised as him.

“Rafe? What’s going on?” Zach’s voice was steady, but his expression flickered with concern as he gripped Rafe’s shoulder.

“Rafe?”

Your voice.

It sliced through the chaos in his mind, sharp and undeniable. The world seemed to fall silent around him, the air thick with unspoken words. Shame clawed at his insides, heavier than ever. He couldn’t bear to turn around, couldn’t bear to face you.

Rafe shoved past Zach, barely registering his brother’s attempt to stop him. He made a beeline for the door, his steps hurried and unsteady. His lungs burned for fresh air, the suffocating air of the house was too much.

Once outside, he hunched over, drawing in deep, shaky breaths. But even the cool night air couldn’t ease the storm raging inside him.

Back inside, the tension reached its breaking point.

“What the hell happened, Y/N?” Zach’s voice was sharp and accusing as he stormed toward you, his finger jabbing the air between you two. “I told you we were done!”

The force of his words made you flinch, instinctively curling into yourself as if to shield against the impact. A flush of shame washed over you, and for a moment, you felt unbearably small.

“I—I…” Your voice faltered, trembling under his glare. But your words died completely when your eyes fell on the glaring red lipstick stains on his white button-up, just near the collar.

It felt like a punch to the gut.

“You were with another girl?” you whispered, your voice cracking as tears threatened to spill.

“Yes!” Zach snapped, unapologetic. “I told you we were breaking up!” The words cut deeper than you thought possible. Shame, anger, and heartbreak tangled in your chest, and you could barely force out a reply.

“Right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here.”

Your voice was barely above a whisper as tears spilled freely down your face. Without waiting for another word, you turned and bolted for the door, following the same path Rafe had taken moments earlier. The need to escape, to breathe, to find Rafe was all you could focus on.

You sprinted out of the house, the sound of your sobs muffled by the cool night air. Tears streamed down your cheeks, blurring your vision as your feet pounded against the pavement. The suffocating heaviness in your chest made it hard to think, but one thought burned in your head: Rafe.

Your mind raced as you tried to piece together where he could have gone. The flash of heartbreak in his eyes earlier, the way he fled—it wasn’t like him to break so completely.

Then, you remembered.

It was the week you first met him. You and him were glued together since you asked him to be your partner. The sun had been setting, casting everything in a warm golden glow. He had laughed—really laughed—as he told you about himself, his eyes soft in a way you hadn’t expected.

“Where's your Favorite place?” you’d asked, grinning at him.

He didn’t even hesitate. “The beach behind my house,” he said, leaning back against the bench you were sitting on. “it’s the only place I can really breathe.”

The memory hit you like a wave, pulling you back to the present. The beach. That had to be where he’d gone.

You wiped at your face, trying to clear your vision as you changed direction. Your legs burned, your lungs ached, but none of it mattered. You needed to see him.

The distant sound of crashing waves grew louder as you neared the beach. The salty breeze filled your senses, mingling with the lingering taste of your tears.

And then, you saw him.

Rafe was sitting on the sand, his knees drawn up to his chest, his head bowed low. The moonlight cast a pale glow over him, highlighting the tension in his shoulders. He looked so small, so lost, and it broke your heart all over again.

You hesitated, your breath hitching as you fought the urge to collapse. But then you took a step forward, and another, until you were close enough to speak.

“Rafe...” Your voice cracked, trembling as you called out to him.

He didn’t look up right away, but you could see his shoulders tense, his body reacting to the sound of your voice.

“Go away,” Rafe muttered, his voice thick with emotion. His head stayed down, his fingers digging into the sand. “I’m already embarrassed enough. I shouldn’t have kissed you—I know it was wrong. Especially when you thought I was him.”

Shame was curling around his heart like a vice.

“I’m glad it was you.”

His head snapped up, eyes wide and red-rimmed as they locked onto yours. “What?”

You hesitated,  breath shaky as you wiped at your tear-streaked cheeks. “He, um… he broke up with me,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “And he’s already onto the next girl.” You let out a bitter laugh,  “It was stupid of me to come here, to try and beg for him. I should be the one embarrassed.”

Rafe shook his head, the news hitting him harder than he expected. Not that he was surprised—Zach had always been careless with the people in his life. But still, the disappointment twisted painfully in his chest. How could his brother treat you—someone so kind, so genuine—this way?

“You deserve better,” Rafe said quietly, his voice firm despite the turmoil in his chest.

You blinked at him, startled by the raw sincerity in his voice.

“I mean it,” he continued, his gaze unwavering now. “You shouldn’t have to chase after someone who doesn’t see your worth. Zach… he doesn’t deserve you.”

“You know… I liked you before you met Zach” Rafe shook his head, the guilt in his chest growing heavier. 

You froze, your breath hitching as his words settled in your ears.

“I didn’t say anything because of him,” he continued, his gaze flickering downward. “He seemed happy with you, and I told myself to stay out of it. I thought I was doing the right thing. But seeing him treat you like this, knowing he broke your heart—I regret it. I regret not telling you.”

Tears welled in your eyes again, but this time, they weren’t from heartbreak.

“You… liked me?”

“I still do,” Rafe admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just didn’t think I had a right to say anything.”

“Rafe, I liked you too,” you whispered into the night.

“What?” His eyes widened, surprise and disbelief flickering across his face

“I thought you didn’t feel the same. So when Zach showed interest, I thought…” You shook your head, a bitter smile tugging at your lips. “I thought you’d never want someone like me.”

“Are you kidding? You’re all I’ve ever wanted. I was so mad when you guys started dating. Zach always steals every good thing that happens to me” he said, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. 

“I’m sorry,” You murmured.

“No, no, don’t apologize,” he said quickly, voice soft but firm. “It’s not your fault.”

His hand lifted hesitantly, his fingers brushing against your cheek in the gentlest of touches. The warmth of his skin sent a shiver through you, grounding you. 

When you looked back up at him, your eyes caught the messy strands of his hair. Without thinking, your fingers reached out, gently parting them and guiding his hair back to the middle part you were so used to seeing.

“What are you doing?” he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Fixing your hair,” you said with a quiet giggle. “I much prefer this Rafe.”

Rafe laughed softly, the sound low and genuine as his now-neatly parted hair framed his face. “You’re something else, you know that?” he teased, his eyes sparkling under the moonlight.

For a moment, the world seemed to pause. The two of you sat there, the sound of the waves was soothing as you simply admired each other, unspoken words hanging in the air.

Then Rafe broke the silence. “You’re not mad I kissed you?”

You shook your head, a small, bashful smile curling your lips. “I liked it.”

His breath hitched at your confession, his eyes searching yours with a mix of hope and longing. “Can I kiss you again?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

Rafe leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, but you didn’t. When his lips finally met yours, it was everything. His kiss was soft at first, careful and tender, as if afraid you might break. But as your hands slid up to rest against his chest, and his fingers tangled in your hair, the kiss deepened.

The passion ignited between you, a fire that burned away the lingering doubts and fears. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, and you melted into him, letting the world fade until there was nothing but Rafe—the warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours.

When you finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed, he rested his forehead against yours, his hands still cradling your face.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, your heart full in a way it hadn’t been in a long time. “Me too.”

“We need to go get your glasses back, you look cuter with them on” you admitted your breath hot on his lips and he only snorted at your confession pressing delicate kisses over and over all over your face.

[imagitory]

This thought process that Scrooge apparently only changed because the Ghost of Christmas Future scared him s**tless will never not annoy me. Like, wow, way to prove you haven't read the book OR watched any of the dozens and dozens of film adaptations in ages.

From the OG novel --

"They went, the Ghost [of Christmas Past] and Scrooge, across the hall, to a door at the back of the [school]house. It opened before them, and disclosed a long, bare, melancholy room, made barer still by the lines of plain black deal forms and desks. At one of these a lonely boy was reading near a feeble fire; and Scrooge sat down upon a form, and wept to see his poor forgotten self as he used to be."

Scrooge was forced to reflect on the lonely Christmas's of his childhood and he wept, in the company of the first Ghost. Do you think the man we saw at the start of the novel would've ever lamented his childhood circumstances in front of anyone, let alone an entity he'd only just met? I daresay his own nephew Fred had never seen his uncle cry before. And as this scene plays on and Scrooge also remembers how much his younger self was cheered up by the books he'd read -- Robinson Crusoe, Ali Baba -- he comes upon this thought:

"I wish," Scrooge muttered, putting his hand in his pocket, and looking about him, after drying his eyes with his cuff: "but it's too late now." "What is the matter?" asked the Spirit. "Nothing," said Scrooge. "Nothing. There was a boy singing a Christmas Carol at my door last night. I should like to have given him something: that's all."

Yeah! THIS early on in his journey, only a few short pages after meeting the Ghost of Christmas Past, Scrooge has already gotten to the point of connecting his miserable experiences with those of a stranger. THIS early on in the story, Scrooge already shows the capacity for EMPATHY. And as Scrooge's time with the Ghost goes on, this pattern continues -- he sees his beloved deceased sister Fan coming to bring him home one Christmas and thinks of his nephew Fred; he sees his younger self loving his work under Fezziwig and remembers his own loyal employee Bob Crachitt. It's only when the Ghost shows Scrooge his beloved ex Belle living her life out happily with a husband and children that the old miser shuts him out, but that doesn't reverse or negate the changes that have already started happening inside of Scrooge. Even while first meeting the Ghost of Christmas Present, Scrooge's whole demeanor has changed:

"Come in!" said the Ghost. "Come in! And know me better, man!" Scrooge entered timidly, and hung his head before this Spirit. He was not the dogged Scrooge he had been; and though the Spirit's eyes were clear and kind, he did not like to meet them.

Toward the end of their meeting, Scrooge confesses to the Ghost of Christmas Present:

"Spirit," said Scrooge submissively, "conduct me where you will. I went forth last night on compulsion, and I learnt a lesson which is working now. Tonight, if you have aught to teach me, let me profit by it."

And then yeah, while with the Ghost of Christmas Present, Scrooge does learn more and he changes even further! Because of the empathy that's been nurtured in him from his time with the first Ghost, when the Ghost of Christmas Present says he believes that Tiny Tim will die in the future, Scrooge is dismayed.

"No, no," said Scrooge. "Oh, no, kind Spirit! Say he will be spared." "If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, none other of my race," said the Ghost, "will find him here. What then? If he be like to die, he had better do it, and decrease the surplus population." Scrooge hung his head to hear his own words quoted by the Spirit, and was overcome with penitence and grief.

Recently I visited a friend of my mother's for the holidays, and she said something to the effect of "you know this story is a fairy tale because greedy billionaires like Scrooge don't even get scared into becoming better people." But this is my point all the way along -- as much as there are elements of Scrooge getting scared straight in both the book and its many adaptations, Christmas is not about fear: it's about love. And throughout his time with the Ghosts of Christmas Past and Present, Scrooge learns once again how to love. And yeah, perhaps this sort of thing would never work on the likes of Jeff Bezos or Elon Musk, but this isn't about them: it's about Ebenezer Scrooge, a person who became wealthy in large part because he grew up largely alone and unloved and lacking in control of his own life, which prompted him to hoard money at the expense of nurturing loving relationships in a vain attempt to protect himself from the cruelties of the world and in doing so elected to perpetuate those cruelties and then some. This is about a man who has put his own self-preservation -- hell, not even his own life, considering how miserly and lacking in comfort he lives -- over everything else and has forgotten to take stock of the fact that money is useless when one is dead and that truly only one's goodness and love will live on past their deaths. The mere memory of Fezziwig brought youth, warmth, and love back to Scrooge, making him speak like his younger self for the first time in years -- do we ever once hear anything from Scrooge about his terrible father, who left him at boarding school year upon year? The only mention of Scrooge's father in the entire novel is a single offhand line from Fan about how he's gotten better and decided to let Scrooge come home that one Christmas.

Terrible people die alone and can in time be forgotten. Wonderful, remarkable people are loved and cherished forever -- and there are so many of those such people in the world, from all different backgrounds and classes, most of whom are strangers who you've never met and seemingly would have no motive to be kind to, aside from them simply being as human as you. This is what Scrooge learns from the first two Ghosts.

"Scrooge only changed because he saw how nobody mourned him after his death" NO NO NO NO. You don't get it! The last spirit only worked because of the spirits that came before softening him up! If the spirits had shown him dead and ungrieved only it would not work. As the night goes on amid the visits Scrooge is already visibly changing. He's different after the first spirit and even more so after the second. And it's because of how much he's already changed that the final spirit is able to succeed

[justhereforsubsevika]

Part 2 to asshole sevika because one (1) person eluded to maybe wanting a part 2

Nsfw, smut, public, rough fingering, strap sex (referred to as dick and cock), choking, degradation, humiliation, asshole sevi is acc just awkward weird sevi, also this is now a university au do with that what you will

Okay look i cant have my baby be evil for too long ok </3 no tears or angst but like ITS NOT HER FAULTT SHE'S JUST A WEIRDO!!

Okay so you may have fucked up. You may or may not have told a friend, who may have told a friend, who may have told the whole campus that Sevika moans her own name when she cums. You may or may not have exaggerated and said that her shouting lasted for 3 minutes. You may or may not be watching as some evil cunt walks up to her while she sits alone at the picnic bench, snickering.

You can hear their conversation despite the fact you're a good distance away.

"Hey, Sevika right?" This scrawny guy who, quite frankly, Sevika could snap like a twig, starts to say. Her face lights up. She thinks she's about to make a friend, you can see it all over her face. Jesus Christ, you feel awful. It feels like someone is wringing all the blood out of your guts as you watch this scene unfold.

"Mhm! That's me!" She says, turning off her phone and gesturing beside her to request that he takes a seat. "Nah, I'm good." He starts laughing at her and her face drops in confusion. "What's funny?" She queries, standing so she looks down at him. He doesn't even step back despite the fact his entire body is now shrouded in her shadow. "Is it true you- HAH FUCK- you moan your own name? Y'know when you finish?" He splutters between maniacal laughter.

Her face goes white.

She looks to you with so much betrayal on her face. But she deserved it right? She fucked you raw and didnt even chuck a towel at you after. She made fun of your boyfriend (who you cheated on, but that's irrelevant) and your sexuality.

Oh shit.

She's walking straight to you.

Her face sure got its colour back quick.

"Hi Sev- AH-" Suddenly you're being tugged by your hair across the campus, screaming and flailing as she grunts and tells you to shut up. She doesn't even bother to go into a bathroom stall once you're inside the library building, just pins you against the bathroom tile with her forearm and shoves her fingers under your skirt. She pushes into you roughly, not caring that it hurts bad since there's no moisture to assist her. She wants to hurt you. You've pissed her off bad.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TELL PEOPLE THAT?" She shouts, roughly pounding into you. It's all so much, her fiery, furious expression, her rough fingers deep inside you so abruptly. But it's not fair! She fucks loads of girls, why the hell is she assuming you spread the rumour?

"H-how do you know it was me? Could be one of your s-sluts that you fuck-"

"BECAUSE I ONLY EVER DID THAT WITH YOU! BECAUSE YOU'RE MY FUCKING FRIEND AND I TRUSTED YOU!"

She looks for a second like she might cry, but instead grunts and bars her teeth, hand coming up to choke you. Even with her impenetrable anger, you can tell she's at least not trying to kill you. You give her the satisfaction of spluttering and heaving for air even though you can breathe perfectly fine and she moans. "You're such a fucking whore aren't you? Gave that pussy up to me despite your little boyfriend, now you're slutting yourself out for me? Anyone could walk in and see how you're dripping down your thighs. Pathetic little bitch."

She lets you go for a second to unbuckle her jeans and of course she's packing. Typical Sevika, always prepared for revenge sex.

She comes up behind you as you attempt to pull down your panties and grabs you up, her forearm able to restrain both your legs from under your knees.

Holy shit. You're now fully off the ground, watching in the bathroom mirror as Sevika slides her dark purple strap into your pussy. Her other hand is back round your neck, making your eyes roll back. She bobs you up and down on her cock in a way you're sure should be physically impossible, somehow still managing to ruin your pussy with her brutal pace. She starts thrusting up into you and you laugh thinking about how she must look from behind, rocking up and down on her toes.

"Fuck are you laughing at?" She sneers, squeezing a little at your neck. Your mouth drops open, silenced by Sevika's rough grip. Her hand drops to thumb at your clit and you can't help but cry out.

"Mm, oh shit sevi, mm fuck sevika," you groan and she smirks.

"Who's moaning my name now?"

And then Sevika sees the bat symbol and says "my city needs me" and flies into an aeroplane and dies (IM NOT WRITING THIS DUMB SHIT ANYMORE OKAY I DECIDED I HATE IT)

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Even if Shadow doesn't become a Wachowski, do you have any headcanons for whenever he gets together with the family?

Hi Honey!❤️✨

Of course! I’m more than happy to come up with some fluff for you!

Shadow makes it a point to visit the Wachowski family whenever he feels a bit lost. Which is often for the nomad. He stands at the driveway and watches them through the window and quietly hum a song under his breath. It wasn’t until Sonic noticed that Shadow was standing from afar and watching them for three weeks. Sonic was quick to welcome him into the home and let him know that he’s cared for.

The only time that Shadow ever sleeps is if he’s at the Wachowski house. He sleeps for twenty to thirty hours at a time before he’s well rested and ready to go on his next adventure.

At most, Shadow spends two or three days at a time with the Wachowski before he goes off on his own. No one knows where he goes, but he sends a post card whenever he gets to his next destination. Sonic knows in his heart that it’s him fulfilling a bucket list of sorts.

And speaking of bucket lists: if the adventure feels like it needs a companion, Shadow turns to Sonic. He doesn’t verbally invite him, it’s more of a smirk. Sonic knows that look all too well and quickly accompanies him on the adventure. Tails and Knuckles come if they are up for the adventure as well.

Tom and Maddie are well accustomed with how to approach each of the kids with tender love and care. Any time Shadow is around, Maddie does her best to make the house cozy and lower lights. She makes him comfort dinner while providing him a space to unwind when needed. She also makes it a point to offer him gentle choices when needed. For Tom, he lets Shadow know that he’s not upset with him (anymore) and encourages him to follow his heart. At first it took Shadow by surprise that Tom and Maddie welcome him—he feels that he doesn’t deserve it—but he grew to enjoy their company and kindness after they’ve continually welcomed him in.

Tails and Knuckles were very cautious around Shadow at first, even to the point of questioning if having him at home was a good idea, but Sonic was quick to advocate to them that Shadow was redeemed. They’re still weary of him, but slowly open up to him.

Tom and Maddie troll G.U.N. any time they question if the Wachowski family has knowledge of Shadow’s existence. There is never a direct answer, as well as plenty of jokes. Shadow thanks them for keeping him safe.

Shadow is known to sneak in through the window or teleport inside the Wachowski home late at night. The first two that are always aware of his existence is Sonic (he eagerly hugs him) and Maddie, who makes him a hot chocolate to welcome him.

Tom definitely took Shadow out onto the lake and had a long talk with him. Shadow doesn’t disclose the conversation that he and Tom had on the boat. All that he said was “coming to Jesus” moment and quickly shuffled away from everyone, implying that he received some sort of fatherly advice like Sonic does. (Think of it like this, “mess with my family and I kick your butt.”)

Much like what she does for her kids, Maddie made Shadow a crochet blanket to wrap up in for when he visits the house. His blanket has very stylized flower patterns on it with earthy colors. Shadow likes to bundle in it like a burrito when he’s by himself.

Tails and Knuckles are still weary of Shadow dropping in on occasion, but have grown to trust him in the end. That makes Sonic incredibly happy.

Tails has offered several times to clean and maintain Shadow’s air shoes for him when they’ve looked worn down. He allows Tails to tweak them with his mild supervision.

Knuckles almost always challenges Shadow to a rematch whenever they meet up. It’s usually in the backyard where the rest of the family (and Wade when he’s bored) can watch. The fights are usually called off when the boys start using pine trees as baseball bats to swing at one another.

Sonic and Shadow like to spend every night together on the roof looking at stars when he visits. They don’t say anything, they watch. Although the silence is usually broken whenever they see the broken moon and cackle.

And finally, Shadow is greatly appreciative of the kindness that the Wachowski family has shown him. He’s grateful for them and wishes nothing but happiness and love for the family to experience for years.

[heartfullofleeches]

Maus and LoverBoy

Yan Artist + G.N Reader

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"Hey."

It's dark. He hated the darkness. A callous, unpredictable foe; stealing the sight from his eyes when least expected. Sealed within the four walls of the room where he lay his head, of which there is no discernible difference between the average adolescent's bedroom and the grave, a greater enemy lurks beyond the eye to the outside world.

"Hey!"

A small stone no bigger than the petrified mouse's crumpled fist knocks not once, but twice against the window panel. A shadow looms over his bed, yet he dare not remove the covers wrapped tightly around his head - a truce between him and his longest adversary for their shared hatred of the celestial body sharing her light with the slumbering world.

"I can tell you're awake. I can see you trembling from here. Open the window, I have a surprise for you."

"Run..."

A tiny voice squeaks - like a tiny rodent in fear for its life.

"If you're outside for too long she'll catch you. If I open the window to let you in, she'll get me."

The shadow howls in laughter; the rock in their mitts cascaded to the winds as they clutch their stomach ready to burst from the sting of their giggles.

"Who?? Do you mean.... her?"

The little mouse doesn't have to look to know where the shadow points next. Nor the courage.

"....yes."

The moon. She had tried to take him once. Her gorgeous light reflecting on the water's edge. Her beauty was a trick. A ruse to drag him into the ocean's depths - never to be seen again.

"It's a good thing I showed up when I did. My big surprise will help you get over your fear. Tonight, I will show you how to fall in love."

Love?

"But with who?"

"Everything." A blissfully sigh falls from the shadows lips, hands nestled gingerly over their heart. "The evening air. That busted street lamp at the end of the road. Her. It isn't as much of a matter as who, but as what. By the time morning rises, I'll show you everything there is to love about the night. And in due time, I'll teach you to love the day too."

At long last, the mouse cautiously pulls his head from beneath his blanket. The first air he takes his crisp and fresh, like a glass of cool water after stewing in his own sweat attempting to fall back asleep after a nightmare. The light from his window isn't as harsh as he remembers; a stagnant shadow shielding him from the moon's rays.

As the moonlight reveals the shadow's face, its as if he's opened his eyes for the first time.

"Who.... Who are you?"

"My name is Loverboy, but as your new best friend- you can just call me your Lover."

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"So.... What did you think?"

Silent eyes scan over each image as a hand switches back and forth between pages, brows scrunched in concentration. Piece upon piece depicting a vibrant haired boy wearing mouse next to a figure with heart shaped eyes.

"I... loved it!"

The sandbags weighing your dear friend to his seat roll effortless off his shoulders. He corrects the crook in his spine against the back of your couch, pink dusting his ghostly pale cheeks as he leans onto your arm.

"I'm glad you liked it... I've been debating if Maus and Loverboy should speak in the comics I make with them included, but this one wouldn't have many much sense if they didn't... Maybe Lover speaks for Maus instead.... He can't really do much without them anyway.."

"Question?"

Here it comes... "Yes?"

"The R in Loverboy's name.... The way you write their name makes it kinda look like an A sometimes. Like, Love-a-boy.. Does that mean anything or is it just an artist thing?"

"Haha...... It's just a me thing, actually."

[florawriting]

So this idea evolved in my brain, and now you have the plesure of seeing it:

A Shadow Movie (or tv show) concept! (based on the idea as mentioned above.)

The story starts with a reintroduction to Shadow, as we see him survive after the chaos energy explosion from the third movie and fall down to earth. Maybe some inner dialogue is heard to bring people back up to speed on what happened. The epilogue ends with him putting his limiter rings back on and "epic staring shot" of shadow looking at the aftermath of the battle (be it the broken moon or reminents of the explosion)

After that we get a little bit of a montage of Shadow readjusting to modern day. Staying out of sight, getting his bearings. But something keeps nagging him, like something is activly following him. It doesn't take long before the stalker gets known. A mysterious biker wearing a black suit with purple accents who is commanding a legion of robotnic's robots. The two have a high chase battle across a narrow setpiece (That be an european village with it's narrow paths or a dense forest). It is clear that the biker wants him dead, no non leathal force here.

As the battle starts rages on the identity of the biker is revealed to be Agent Stone, who is here to kill Shadow as revenge for the death of Ivo Robotnic. However the battle is interrupted by G.U.N. forcing Agent Stone to retreat. Shadow starts fighting the G.U.N agents but it is clear they have upped their game after the last time they faced Shadow. Shadow gets incapasitated (having been worn out by Agent Stone's battle) and is taken to a G.U.N facility.

In the G.U.N facility we meet Director Rockwell again (the woman agent from the movie). Who after some banter throws Shadow in prision to give G.U.N some time to find a fitting way to get rid of him once and for all. It is here where we meet Rouge, an intergalactic thief who came to earth to see if there was anything valueble on the "Clump of dirt." Rouge was captured by G.U.N who promised her that they would free her and pay her handsomly if she did some contracted work for them. But she never got anything from those promises.

The two of them create an escape plan together and try to find their way trough the facility. It is here where Shadow and Rouge learn the dirty secrets from G.U.N. and the reason why they came to put a stop on project Shadow. Horrified by this knowledge, Shadow takes on the mission to dismantle G.U.N forever. Rouge, partly horrified and partly impressed with Shadows ability, swears loyalty to the cause and escape with the knowledge on a harddrive Rouge has with her.

However, when they make it outside danger is not entirely over. Agent Stone was waiting outside for if G.U.N weren't able to finish the job. Shadow and Rouge work together to fight the robots and stop Agent Stone. However, Shadow never makes the final hit. Knowing what Agent Stone is going trough he takes the lesson Sonic taught him to heart and instead reveals the evidence against G.U.N. to Agent Stone. Understanding that G.U.N. is a real threat to this world (which Ivo left behind for him), knowing how big G.U.N.'s involvement was with building the weapon and getting rid of the evidence that Robotnic even existed. Agent Stone reluctantly agrees to work together and takes the two to his base of operation to hide away from G.U.N's forces.

In the base we see that Agent Stone has been given full control over the robots after Ivo's death and that he has been learning how to control them to the best of his ability. With the help of G.U.N.'s data and Robotnic's robots the three of them come up with a plan to take G.U.N down. However, Rouge questions if Stone is able to keep up leads him to take them to another room where we lay eyes on Project Omega, a mech build by Robotnic for Agent Stone that was ment to be Robotnic's last line of defense if it came to brute force.

Stone boards the Omega and the three of them take the battle to the top G.U.N facility in the woods. A big battle ensues with the loyalty, strength and speed of the hero's being tested. Eventually G.U.N. falls and after a debate Rouge leaks the information online. Now the wide world knows about the horrific acts G.U.N has done, but also about the existance of aliens (which was open, but not common knowledge).

In the end the three hero's split. Shadow wants to do some G.U.N cleanup, Rouge wants to do some things for her own now that she is free again and Agent Stone (who still harbors a dislike for Shadow) wants to go back in establishing Robotnic's legacy. However, it is pretty clear the three are open to the idea to work together if any world ending threats may show up again.

Que cool montage showing the three of them parting and end.

Post credit scene 1: Something something Black Doom "I will find you shadow" ect. (which will lead into a shadow 2)

Post credit scene 2: Director Rockwell is still alive, and clearly is done with all the aliens. In an final act of desperation she calls for the activation of something called "Project Neo" (which will lead in sonic 4 with the metal sonic's)

SPOILERS FOR SONIC 3 TURN BACK NOW IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED IT!

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I've seen a fair amount of idea's online of Agent Stone becoming the next villain after the events of Sonic 3, following in the footsteps of his "friend" Robotnic. While I really like the idea of Stone spiraling out of control, I think there could be a much more compelling senario.

You see, if Agent Stone wants revenge, there is absolutly no reason to go after team Sonic. Stone is (as we have seen in his introduction in movie 3) a rather capable and reasonable man. He understands it was not Sonic who indirectly killed robotnic, but Gerald and Shadow.

It is all but confirmed that Shadow is getting some piece of media (be it a movie or TV show), where he probably will have to grapple with what he wants out of life now that he is able to step out of Gerald's shadow. He would want anwsers of who he is, and thus has to infiltrate G.U.N. and maybe even learn some dirty secrets about them along the way.

Now here is where Agent Stone comes in. After realizing Shadow is alive, Agent Stone starts out as an antagonistic force trying to capture or outright kill him as revenge for the death of Robotnic. But as more information about G.U.N and Shadow comes to light, Agent Stone is forced to face the truth that Shadow was just as much a pawn in Gerald's plan as Ivo Robotnic. Thus the two band together to take G.U.N down.

This can even lead to a movie version of Team Dark from Sonic Heroes, if they are willing to introduce Rouge in some sort of way. Agent Stone could take design que's from E-123 Omega by piloting an old robotnic mech, as he is a lot more vulnerable then his alien teammates.

[burningcheese-merchant]

Sup! Hope the yandere beasts are so clingy to the ancients to the point they gotta get a stick to beat em off

My brother, the Yandere Beasts eat restraining orders for breakfast, lunch and dinner

White Lily can just sort of... swat at Silent Salt with her hand and he'll back off (but it's only, like... a couple of feet... for an hour at most. And then he's right back to thinking personal space is witchcraft or something idk [insert flimsy excuse to harass crush here])

Eternal Sugar should've been called Eternal Velcro tbh. The few times she actually gets up and goes after Hollyberry, the SECOND she manages to touch her, that's it. She's stuck. She's like a frog on a tree branch, just glued to the poor woman. Hollyberry cannot shake her off. She has to very slowly, very carefully pry her off while also trying to talk her down as gently as possible so as not to set her off in some way

When asked why Mystic Flour lets her ribbons start floating towards Dark Cacao as soon as he's within reach, she refuses to answer. In fact, she denies it's happening in the first place. You must be mistaken. The ribbons only do as she commands, they're not alive and they don't have thoughts or feelings of their own. No, they are not trying to coil around Cacao's ankles and slinking up his arms and legs. No, they are not wrapping around his neck just tightly enough to let her hear his breath hitch (no, she doesn't like the sound). No, she is not trying to drag him closer to her. No, she does not care that he is now within arm's reach. No, he is not close enough for her to cup his chin and lean down and kiss him on the lips. NO, SHE DOES NOT WANT TO DO THAT. WHAT DO YOU MEAN, SHE ALWAYS DOES THIS EVERY SINGLE TIME THEY MEET? WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT, FOOL? SHE DOESN'T WANT TO SEE HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE! RETURN TO FLOUR- (yes, Cacao is desperately fighting back the entire time. What the fuck are those ribbons made of? Why can't he cut through them???)

Oh, Shadow Milk. You touch-starved buffoon. He acts like he's going to die if he doesn't have a hand on Pure Vanilla at all times. He MUST do the following at least once a day or he will burst into flaming confetti: A) pinch Vanilla's cheeks. B) Fiddle with Vanilla's hair in some way. Petting it, running his fingers through it, tossling it, etc. C) Grabbing Vanilla's shoulders. Perhaps even giving a(n unasked for) massage. D) Hugging Vanilla, uncomfortably tight and for an uncomfortable amount of time. E) Attempt to kiss Vanilla in different locations with varying speed and intensity. F) I got threatened with being choked to death with puppet strings if I said this one, just know that it's NSFW. G) Alternate between mocking Vanilla's appeals to reason and empathy and polite requests to be left in peace, and just outright acting as if he never said anything (or sometimes even pretend he said the opposite. "Shadow Milk, please stop touching my butt" "You want me to spank you??? Oooooh, so NAUGHTY! I knew you had it in you, my dear sweet Silly-Vanilly~!")

Golden Cheese has to drop actual buildings on Burning Spice to get his damn hands off of her. And it only works for a little while. He will be back to stalking and hunting her like a starving predator as soon as he's recovered. He will hug her if it kills him. He will smother her with kisses if it kills him. He will fondle her wings if it kills him. He will nuzzle her face if it kills him. He will... uh... let's skip to the part where he fails and she bashes his head in and leaves him under 10+ stories of rubble, yeah? Yeah

The Beasts are clingy as fuck. It would almost be cute if they weren't all violent creeps that need to go back to prison and stay there

[atwas-gaming]

I've had a scenario in mind for a while now about what it would take for Sonic to finally own up to his feelings about Amy. And I think what it would take is...

Shadow.

Well, just plain jealousy and a fear of losing Amy before he even has her. But Shadow would be the best one to instigate it.

First, some headcanons about how they behave romantically:

Amy's maturing and spreading her wings. She's not moving on from Sonic, not really, but it's possible that she's starting to notice other guys. There's some hints in the Twitter takeovers that she may be developing some small interest in Shadow.

Sonic is clearly interested in Amy, and if you pay attention, he has been for a long time. What he's not interested in is marriage- at least, not yet. And Amy is clearly wifey material- she cooks, she takes care of people, she has a caring nature, she's protective, and she's extremely loyal. She's not someone you can use for a one-night stand, you take all of her or you risk shattering her into pieces. She's Sonic's friend, no matter what else he may feel about her, so he avoids any romantic interaction because he doesn't want to hurt his friend.

Meanwhile, Shadow is... not aro-ace, per se, I don't know what you'd call him. He can see that Amy is attractive, but so is Rouge, and Shadow has no interest in Rouge. He just isn't interested in the physical side of romance.

What I think it would take to get Shadow's attention is something deeper, an emotional or spiritual connection.

So here's the Sonamy/Shadamy love triangle scenario that I came up with:

As Amy ages, she feels her desire for male companionship growing stronger. Sonic takes little notice of it, but it doesn't escape Shadow's attention.

Somehow or other, Shadow and Amy end up alone together, probably on a mission or something. I haven't figured out the exact circumstances, but they're together for quite a while. Amy loves to talk to people and get to know them, and Shadow has a soft spot for her, so she's able to get him to talk to her about things that he's probably never told anyone before. And he knows she won't tell anyone about them, either, so he feels safe telling her.

At some point, Shadow realizes, she's done it. She's broken through his barriers, and at the same time, she's calmed the storm of emotions that he's had swirling inside him for 50-odd years. He hasn't felt such peace since... no, not even then. This is something else. He's never felt this way before, and he doesn't have the words to describe it, but he's fallen head over heels for her.

This is why he never lets his guard down, even around the people he trusts most. Because if he lets them in, even a little bit, he might let them in too far. ("Can you see all of me, walk into my mystery, step inside and hold on for dear life.")

He loses control of himself and kisses Amy.

And when he lets go, he instantly hates himself, he starts throwing his barriers back up, because... she's crying. She's crying because she liked it, and she wants more of it, but she's still so desperately in love with Sonic, and she's starting to think she'll never get it from him, so she'll accept affection from just about any man, and it's not like Shadow's unattractive, and, and, and...

So Shadow's raw and open and hurting, he knew before he said or did anything that he was going down a dangerous path, but talking to Amy felt so good he didn't want to stop. And he wants to erase what just happened like it never did. But now he has to be the one to comfort Amy, because this was his fault, Amy was just being the kind and compassionate person she always was and Shadow was an idiot for letting it get to him and making more of it than what it was and losing control. So he has to keep his barriers down for just a moment longer, just long enough to hold Amy and tell her it's not her fault, until her tears finally stop.

It leaves Shadow burning with rage, and as soon as he can, he forcefully confronts Sonic (I imagine Shadow slamming Sonic against a wall or a tree and shouting in his face 😝) and basically tells him, "Amy needs attention from a man, she wants that man to be you, but if you can't grow up and do what it takes, then I'll be more than glad to take your place."

Which scares Sonic good and proper. It's bad enough to think that he could lose Amy, anyway, but to lose her to that faker??? And it finally makes him go to Amy and (very, very awkwardly) ask her to be his girlfriend. And... I'll let y'all imagine the rest.

As for Shadow... he, quite understandably, becomes somewhat aloof towards both Sonic and Amy for a long time after that.

But Shadow's immortal, right? And there's other Amy's in the world. He doesn't have to be alone forever.

Oh, and as for why Shadow would confront Sonic instead of just taking Amy for himself: because he respects both Amy and, especially, himself far too much to do that. He knows good and well she will never be able to fully commit to anyone else as long as Sonic is still an option. If Shadow was to start dating her, she'd go along with it, but it would become a power play between him and Sonic to try to "win" Amy's affections. Shadow has no issues with fighting Sonic over just about anything, but when it comes to his own feelings, he won't stoop that low, and he's not about to hurt himself by playing such a game. I also don't think he would view Amy as "a prize to be won."

[e-vay]

Okay, so in Sonic X Shadow Generations, Maria is confirmed to have a sister!

In your universe— Shadow finds out about Maria’s living sister. What does he do??? Does Aurora encourage him to reach out to her?? Does she go with him?? Or is he simply trying to move on from all of that and doesn’t want to even touch it?

I’m currently writing a fic about all this (except it’s Sonadow), but my heart has such a special place for Shadow and Aurora, and it’s gotten me so dang curious as to how they’d handle this!

When I first read that interaction in Sonic X Shadow Generations, my immediate thought was "What would Shadow do with this information???" as well! Did he always know about the sister or is this his first time learning about her? Would he want to meet her?

This is my own opinion, but to be completely honest I don't think Shadow would feel compelled to meet Maria's sister. His bond was with Maria and so I don't think he'd believe that Maria's sister can fill that void or answer any questions he may still have about Maria. Also by the end of SXSG, Shadow seems to be making an effort to move forward, so I don't think trudging in the past would be of interest to him at this point. Again, these are all personal opinions!

As far as my AU, even if Maria's sister is still alive, she'd be very old by the time Shadow and Aurora are an item. Let's say she was just a baby when Maria and Shadow were on the Ark, she'd be at least in her mid-to-late 70s by the time Shadow and Aurora even meet. This sister knows nothing of Maria's life on the Ark and probably doesn't want to talk about losing her sister, and you also run the risk of the sister blaming Shadow for Maria's death. I could see that taking an absolute turn for the worst. So I just personally don't think it's for anyone's benefit for her and Shadow to meet up.

But as far as Aurora's opinion on the matter, she'd be super supportive of whatever Shadow wants to do. If he was even toying with the idea of meeting Maria's sister, Aurora would be 100% on board and be willing to go with him for moral support if that would best help him. But if he was completely disinterested, that's not something she would pressure him to do. She likes to get him out of his comfort zone but not to the detriment of his mental health.

I really appreciate your support and interest regarding Shadora ^^ It means a lot to me!

[i-got-the-feels]

Art I Made in 2024

January

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Kinn, Porsche and parental angst is popular and even my favorite? No one is surprised

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Other favorites - Pat and Ming | Pran and Dissaya

Again, parental angst, please pretend to be surprised. I remember struggling to find the right coloring to capture the emotions but I'm glad with the final result

February

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Was very big brained of me to make killer paradox x Crime and Punishment quote edits and honestly did an amazing job at it - proud of it

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The show made me cry. I wanted to honor every life yi jae lived and I think I did that

March

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Sapphic pining and yearning with galaxy metaphors? You got it, boss

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This is a 3 parter

My name x The Glory - my favourite badass woman consumed by hurt, anger, guilt and revenge. Know that I was always love you. This edit will always be special to me because it was my first multiple characters across show edit. Glad I participated in the @userdramas event

Queen of tears - using the stripes and gaps in her memory was very big brained of me

Doctor slump - honestly in love with the coloring

April

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I love women. I worship well-written woman. I am in awe of woman who can act out these well-written layered characters. Shogun gave me all of this and more

Favourite

The scene in QoT that hurt a lot. When she refused to marry him - though it's clear they both still love each other. She sees herself as a burden because she is sick and doesn't want to be with him but he finally sees the woman he loves now that the loss is imminent - the hurt and resentment didn't matter as long as he had a chance to build and live a life with her. I think the quote perfectly captures it and the coloring captures the melancholy and clarity they both have and it's my second favorite QoT set of mine.

May

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Did QoT have it's problems? Yes. But we're those 2-3 months of watching the joy filled with joy and purpose? Also yes. So of course I made a good bye edit when the show ended

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23.5 was heartwarming and adorable. This edit was my first time doing social media template and honestly did quite a decent job for first time

June

Even when I don't make edit of shows, I make edit of ✨women✨

July

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Shin Ha Kyun playing cunty morally grey diva who began to be morally ambiguous after meeting gorgeous young diva who is unhinged is always magical. Thanks to this show for introducing me to Kim Young kwang.

Honestly love the quotes, it's a combination of few quotes and my writing and dare I say I did a badass job

Favourite

Thank you, a bloody lucky day for giving me yoo yeon seok as bloody murderous psychopath, looking forward to more such roles. This edit's idea began because I saw him all bloody, then I saw Jung eun's character die and was like oh this is happening. The quote for her character was hardest to find but I found a good done Finally

August

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I've said it earlier, I'll say it again. I watched the show thanks to @guzhufuren and am glad because hua ein and xiao bao have become my favorite grumpy x sunshine couple

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It is a two parter

The king of pigs

I was NOT prepared for the ending. They only said the bullying was graphic. No one told me I'd cry even after the episode. Jung min shouldn't have been pushed to do what he did. Kyung min shouldn't have had to live with the guilt of witnessing what he did. The anger, the hurt and the sadness at the injustice of what they experience made this edit

Shadow Detective

The first part of the show was GREAT. The second part was mid. You know what was consistent though? Lee sung min's acting and that's what made this edit - the awe and respect I felt for him and how he acted in this scene at the beach.

September

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Knowing that she developed feelings for him drove me insane and bought this edit

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I am a very huge nerd for Episode titles so really love this set and especially gyeongseong creatures being congruent with theme of boundaries - between morality, power and empowerment was chefs kiss.

October

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If a show talks about revolution as beautiful as gyeongseong creature does and I don't make an edit, know I'm depressed (like legit, netting the clinical ICD-10 criteria) or dead.

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This show was beautiful and I'm happy I could pay it a proper tribute. Murder in a small village, where everyone is guilty to some extent, you will always be my favorite

November

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Yoo yeon seok as rich powerful chaebol tsundere is what my dreams are made of. Honestly this edit was born after THE EPISODE 2 SCENE.

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You know the shows trailer was good. When you are sad by it days after watching and it and it reminds you of the music you listened to in your adolescent years, which then you of course continue listening for weeks to come. P'Aof, gemini and fourth, looking forward to my ruining.

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The Heart Killers Episode 1 and Episode 2 captured really well the desire - be it lust, to belong, yearning and pining

Kant x Bison - the same kant who doesn't bother exchanging names with his hook ups being disappointed bison left!!! the red and oranges-ish hue to show desire and passion and I'm afraid I ate and left no crumbs with quotes

Fadel x Style - fadel's anger and guilt for having a desire and yearning to be loved and to belong but the anger and guilt not being enough to stop making him feel? Delicious. Also once again the coloring and quotes? Perfect. I devoured. The quote took me HOURS to find.

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Glad I wasn't alone in loosing my mind over style kissing fadel's scar with absolute gentleness and devotion

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It's a 3 parter

Kant and Style and Guilt - honestly no one likes what Kant is doing, including kant but hating him for it just shows you don't understand him. Honestly, can't remember doing such a word heavy edit but @ropebunnykant liz's trust in me is something I am forever grateful so for thanks a lot love, this - including my writing, happened because of your tags

Fadel x Style x 10 Things I Hate About You - I have never denied being a basic bitch

Kant x Bison x Stories scene - honestly slapped with the coloring and the quote

Thank you @fujunfuren @ryoun @natahjikio @shenzhiheng @spicyvampire for the tag - I love doing at the end of every year. Nice to see the shows I watched, recollect how they made feel and how they played into the editing

I tag @riggerbison @thisautistic @puppy-phum @sparklyeyedhimbo @fadelsburger @bisonsclothespin @pharawee and anyone who wants to do this

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Them: "Azriel doesn't have mate language with Gwyn"

Canon Az and his shadows:

"Cassian glanced over at Az, but his attention was fixed on the young priestess, admiration and quiet encouragement shining from his face."

"Clotho's pen moved once more. She deserves something as beautiful as this. I thank you for the joy it shall bring to her.

Something sparked in Azriel's chest, but he only nodded his thanks and left. He could picture it, though, as he ascended the stairs back to the House proper. How Gwyn's teal eyes might light upon seeing the necklace. For whatever reason... he could see it."

But Azriel tucked away the thought, consciously erasing the slight smile it brought to his face. Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly.

A thing of secret, lovely beauty.

The shadows deepened around Azriel, his Siphons gleaming like cobalt fire. “You—we—trained them well, Cassian. Trust in that. It’s all we can do.”

"Gwyn let out a high-pitched noise that was nothing but pure excitement. Azriel, on the other side of the ring with the rest of the priestesses, half-turned at the sound, brows high."

"Gwyn asked Az, her teal eyes bright, “What do we get if we finish the course?” Az’s shadows danced around him."

"Gwyn threw Azriel a withering stare as she strode past him. “See you tomorrow, Shadowsinger,” she tossed over a shoulder. Az stared after her, brows high with amusement. When he turned back, Nesta grinned. “You have no idea what you just started,” she said. Az angled his head, hazel eyes narrowing as Gwyn reached the archway. “Remember how Gwyn was with the ribbon?” Nesta winked and clapped the shadowsinger on the shoulder. “You’re the new ribbon, Az."

"It's fine. I came to retrieve something I forgot." The lie was smooth and cool, as he knew his face was. His shadows peered over his wings at her."

"The young priestess smiled and Azriel thought it might have been directed at his curious shadows. But she just hooked her coppery-brown hair behind an arched ear."

He snorted. "Are you kicking me out?"

"Gwyn's teal eyes flashed with alarm. "No! I mean, I don't mind sharing the ring. I just... I know you like to be alone." Her mouth quirked to the side, crinkling the freckles on her nose. "Is that why you came up here?"

Sort of. "I forgot something," he reminded her.

"At two in the morning?"

Pure amusement glittered in her stare. Better than the pain and grief he'd spied a moment before. So he offered her a crooked smile. "I can't sleep without my favorite dagger."

"Her breath curled in front of her mouth, and one of his shadows darted out to dance with it before twirling back to him. Like it heard some silent music."

"She angled her head, hair shining like molten metal. "Do you sing?"

He blinked. It wasn't every day that people took him by surprise, but..."Why do you ask?"

"They call you shadowsinger. Is it because you sing?"

"I am a shadowsinger-it's not a title that someone just made up."

She shrugged again, irreverently. Az narrowed his eyes, studying her. "Do you, though?" she pressed. "Sing?"

Azriel couldn't help his soft chuckle. "Yes."

Azriel laughed. "I'll give you that."

Gwyn smiled broadly. "Thank you."

Azriel dipped his head in a sketch of a bow, something restless settling in him. Even his shadows had calmed. As if content to lounge on his shoulders and watch.

"Happy Solstice," Azriel said before aiming for the archway into the House. "Don't stay out too much longer. You'll freeze."

Gwyn nodded her farewell, again facing the ribbon. A warrior sizing up an opponent, all traces of that charming irreverence gone.

Azriel entered the warmth of the stairwell, and as he descended, he could have sworn a faint, beautiful singing followed him. Could have sworn his shadows sang in answer

Azriel had winnowed her and Cassian here after training, but hadn’t lingered. Apparently, Gwyn wanted him to go over dagger handling, so he’d left them with a promise to return in an hour.

Have complementing personalities and so on

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I subscribe to the idea that regardless of how many times Till has seen Mizi with Sua in Anakt, later when he draws, its only Mizi.

Maybe in his head Sua was never actually there, just a blur or an extension of a shadow in his mind. It's just his bright sunshine Mizi in contrast with the cool blues of the water or the bright greens of the grass or how her face is like the pretty flowers that bloom.

Mizi would have probably never seen those drawings and Till would never have the chance to show them. Sua probably took them away or made an effort to keep Mizi occupied, would make sense why Sua didn't like Till that much.

I know Till believes that Mizi's touch is soft like how Ivan would hold him when his too dazed, beat up and sad that he Till hallucinate. Ivans comfort would be firm and cradling, a physical reassurance that Till would need while I imagine Mizi would have more of a gentle grip, how it doesn't hide much or how it doesn't show alot of restraint.

Ivan probably thought at some point early on to make an effort to dye his hair pink, maybe its possible to change his eyes green but its realizing that Till never liked those things about her. Its the emotions Mizi always seemed to overflow with that Ivan struggles to express.

Did Till ever think of trying a softer music genre to fit in better with Mizi? Or did he believe that his louder music would catch her attention? It probably never came across his mind, more focused in hoping his expression could be noticed when Till never noticed Ivans efforts.

I wonder if the reason Sua was comfortable with Ivan was because she was used to being part of a paired litter. That Ivan was so similar to her she found a subconscious familiarity to it but there was enough difference that it allowed wonder.

Maybe before Alien Stage, Sua had to share everything. To look the same as every human in her litter, to dress the same, to act the same and so on that being Mizi was her special thing. Something, or better yet a someone that's just uniquely for her. I can see how Sua might have suppressed possessive tendencies.

Its curious how Mizi, as a pet was probably pampered and cared for, maybe even sheltered. Not like Ivan who was worked or Sua that was showed off. I believe that Mizi was custom made, probably artificial. Its funny how in Anakt Sua probably sheltered Mizi from cruel truths about Alien Stage. It makes you wonder what happened to the humans who didn't Pass for the competition. Did Sua think it was better than loosing in Alien Stage?

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hii girll ur page is amazingg <3 how do u make manifestation fun?

girl manifestation is soo fun in general like you don't even need to do stuff babes (but you should cuz it's fun skdksk) the concept of just being unserious and carefree enough to choose how you want to think and accompany yourself so good, you can influence how you feel (like talking to someone and your mood gets better) damnn it's just fun.. but then you get you desires after!? soo fun.

H E R E I S H O W ( I D E A S ) : :

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : GRATITUDE : : instantly top one, it's life. I mean use anything else but this one is tradition and pricelessss

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : SELF-CONCEPT : : just because it's second doesn't mean it's "less important" it should be a repiblic act

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : RAMPAGES : : I recommend high frequency guru for this, she has many amazingg rampages they're life

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : VOID STATE : : it's veryy spiritual and instant, like it feels so sacred like it belongs in ancient civilization practices

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : SUCCESS STORIES : : turn off the stress news and listen to magical girls who manifested money outta nowhere this is what my account is forrr

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : SUBLIMINALS : : guys we are evolving as a species, please use this and cherish it rnn goiss

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : SATURATIONS : : these are my 2025 goals and this has the right to be included in beauty rituals cuzzz wow

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : SCRIPTING : : you can script habitually or you can just write about your day with a lot of exaggerated positivity

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : DRESS UP : : would your higher self think like you? no, that's why you do saturations. would my higher self dress like me? no, so I do shopping sprees.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : SHADOW WORK : : it's free therapy and it releases blocks and past traumas so you can embody ur dream self

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : VISUALIZATION : : it's the basics of manifestation do it as much as you can

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : BLAH BLAH BLAH : : stop complaining and start talking about success stories and lifelong goals instead, it's technically a mini-mind saturation

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : WORK W PLACEBOS : : knowing if something is just a placebo effect doesn't take away the magic of the mind when it just proves it. lmao.

T E C H N I Q U E S : :

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : social media technique : : when you see something you want, think "omg I have that too!!", "me rn", "twins!!" cuz y'all that's so much inspirational than jealousy

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : lists / checkbox technique : : list your desires and affirm that you have all of them cuz it's fun and you will anyways

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : the water technique : : esp if you're planning on drinking 2 liters of water and being hygienic for 2025, keep saying that water makes u prettier

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : the love letter technique : : if manifesting an SP or simply someone loving you, write a love letter to urself as if you're them with visualizations. or write yourself a love letter from you and write love letters you won't send hehee

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : I would like more technique : : gratitude is key for this, but basically if you experience one small good thing or a small manifestation, affirm "I am so grateful for this, universe / god, I would like more".

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : for you and for me technique : : you have to block out limiting beliefs. if you hear someone say "your standards are too high, good men don't exist." you think to yourself "good men don't exist FOR YOU" and stay safe. update your affirmations to say "money is so easy FOR ME to have" also <3

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : play some music babes : : everytime you listen to music esp those dreamy love songs and those pretty lyrics, pretend they're all about you. feel beautiful.

G E N E R A L T I P S : :

!! some people will not find some ideas and techniques fun because they're coming from a place of attachment, scarcity desperation and doubt !!

🌺 : : but baby girlll manifestation is supposed to be magiccc. you have to feel like a little girl again and pick up the feeling of believing that you're just a pixie fairy or a pretty princess WHEN you were a child.

that's what ultimate detachment is!! children can experience stuff, they throw tantrums ofc honey but they don't get stuck in the experience. you'll cry over the past but them?? they'll cry over a broken crayon but once the crayons are gone, they're playing tea party next. SEE???

so yah, feel like a child. you should have no problems believing in anything because you're overconsuming. I see you gurl. stop thinking serious and hanging on. have fun y'all.

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OC Deep Dive 🚬 Lex Kelly

what common/uncommon fear do they have?

I guess you could call it anthropophobia, but really it's only for other vampires. Vampthropophobia. She gets serious anxiety being around licks she doesn't trust, and even those she does are on thin ice. Because the fact is, any of them could eat her, at any time, with no warning, and it might not even be their choice. Because of this, she hates being touched, cornered, crowded, or towered over, which can make Anarch gatherings a real gauntlet.

do they have any pet peeves?

When Malkavians, Caitiff or Duskborn (aka 3/4 of her coterie) are stigmatised by the other Anarchs. She doesn't care whether someone has a good reason for it. Equality or nothing -- or what else are we fighting for, exactly??

what are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

A grimy adaptor board, sockets filled to bursting with plugs for her phone charger, pedestal fan, laptop/tablet, router, and TV / a depression nest made out of loose clothes, towels, and stained sheets piled atop a second-hand floor mattress and peppered with trash / a very sturdy bucket full of cleaning supplies hey that's cheating those are all groups of items!!

what do they notice first in a person?

How tall someone is, whether they look strong enough to overpower her (someone tell Lex [SHE KNOWS] that anyone can learn Potence), and what their eyes do when they see her. After that, it's class signifiers, then anywhere they could be concealing weapons.

on a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

She doesn't enjoy pain exactly, but she can't stomach any pleasurable physical sensations without a 1 or 2. Sometimes she'll go looking for the grounding and catharsis of a 4 or 5, though preferably not inflicted by others. When facing enemies it can get to a 6 before she'll even complain, but an 8 would have her on the ground for the rest of the night, and a sustained 7 or higher would make her crack within a couple minutes.

when under pressure, do they go into fight, flight, freeze, or fawn mode?

Typically she will freeze, relying on Cloak of Shadows to keep her safe until the danger passes. If there's no waiting, she'll flee, and try to make an exit for others if necessary. If there's no fleeing, she makes an (unsuccessful) attempt to support combatants. If she's on her own and can neither run or hide, she knows fawn can buy her time.

how would a stranger likely describe them?

Unkempt, dumpy, and shifty-looking. Nerd-adjacent NEET loser. Probably on something.

do they have any hobbies?

Digital painting, ink and pencil sketches (which you can find here), beach bumming, video essays, guerilla stickering, online leftist infighting, and junk food.

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dividers by sarahrune and animatedglittergraphics-n-more, art by yuzu-zi, heroforge, @balketh, and unknown