#he’s sonic but pink and cherry blossoms

[brrtchu]

I really wanted to show this one that I drew yesterday 😍

I love Amy so much, she so goofy and cute💕

Remember when Amy hugged random people thinking that they were Sonic?

In this Au, Autistic Amy does it too! With the exception that she can’t really tell who or what she is looking at exactly. Either due to brightness, contrasts, or trouble focusing. Eye contact makes her uneasy and uncomfortable. Not because of her reaction time.

She can usually tell if Pink Sonic is there by his Star energy. Which doesn’t help much because there are other people who have Star energy. But she is more used to his Star energy than anybody else’s. But that doesn’t mean that it’s different from the others.

Another way she can figure out if it’s Pink Sonic is by touch, sounds, and scent of him. He smells like wild cherry blossoms 🌸 if you’re curious. And it takes her a while to realize who she is interacting with. She doesn’t explore that option very much unless she feels Star energy. Then she takes a stab at it.

Thanks for listening! 😍💕

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[nightfurylover31]

I really love Adam Bryce Thomas's cover for the 5th Year Anniversary issue! It's so cute! I was hoping the mini issue we were getting was centered around it, but we got something else. So I decided to write something about it! Capturing everything that happens in every picture, keeping it within canon range. I hope you all like it.

*takes place before #57*

The air was refreshing. Much warmer than it had been, yet the breeze had a bit of a chill. The cherry blossoms had bloomed and some of their petals had begun to fall. Other flowers had started opening. A clear sign of early spring. As such, the Riverside Romp was the place to be. 

“Wow, it just started but the place is already packed,” Sonic said as he and Amy walked through the entrance. 

“It is one of the biggest celebrations around the villages in this area,” Amy responded. 

The river in this zone branched out into several villages. As such, everyone gathered in the field outside of Riverside, celebrating the new season. Sonic recognized folks from Vista View, Windmill Village, Barricade Town, Spiral Hill, and more. There were tents and food stands set up all over. The festival lasted all weekend, but even the first day was filled with guests. 

“I’m glad you decided to join us, Sonic.” Amy was going with Cream and Vanilla, but decided to ask Sonic as well. Things had been tough on him lately, so she thought he needed to relax a bit. And she figured having the Rabbit family would put him more at ease about coming.

“Sure thing, I’ve always wanted to come to one of these.” 

“With all that’s been happening, this is just the kind of break we needed. Especially you.” 

“Oh come,” Sonic rolled his eyes. “don’t start that again. The last few adventures were rough, but nothing I couldn’t handle.” 

Amy put her hands on her hips. “You were violently electrocuted, and then nearly brain swapped with a robot. And both times your leg was injured.” 

Sonic let out a sheepish chuckle. “What can I say? Trouble always seems to find me.” 

The pink hedgehog sighed, resting her hand on her forehead. While she admired Sonic’s spirit, she wished he didn’t take these kinds of experiences so lightly. 

“My point is there’s nothing wrong taking it easy.” 

“I know, and you’re right. Let’s just enjoy today. I hear they got special chili dogs at these things.” 

Amy couldn’t help but laugh as Sonic licked his lips at the thought of trying the food. 

“Mr. Sonic! Ms. Amy! Hurry!” The two turned to see Cream calling them as she and her mother had already entered the gate. 

“What are we waiting for?” Sonic smiled. “Let’s go!” 

The group spent some time together until Cream saw a face painting booth. She got the artist to paint Cheese’s face while Sonic and Amy continued. There were souvenir stands with handmade clothing, bags and accessories. Naturally, the former stopped when he saw a hotdog stand. With so many toppings he had to try one with everything. Next to it was a backed goods stand, which Amy was drawn to. The large heart-shaped cookies hanging overhead looked especially delicious. As the two headed over to the picnic tables to eat and rejoin their friends, Amy noticed a familiar woolly figure making their way to the river. 

“Sonic, go ahead,” she said as she gave her treats to him. “I’ll catch up.” The blue hedgehog shrugged but did as he was told. 

Outside of the festivities, Amy met up with a lone girl sitting on a log. 

“Hello Lanolin.” 

The sheep turned her head. “Oh, Ms. Rose. I didn’t expect to see you here.” 

Lanolin was part of the Restoration. She joined just after the Neo Metal incident. She had been helping regularly. If memory served correctly, she was now an assistant to Jewel.

“I came with my friends, and please, call me Amy. No need for formalities.” Amy sat down beside her. “What are you doing here instead of the party? It looks like something’s bothering you.” 

Lanolin hung her head low, looking at her hands folded in her lap. “I just wonder… if I’m really making a difference.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“When you and Sonic saved my town, I realized how helpless I was. I couldn’t do anything. I wanted to do more. So I joined the Restoration to help. But even so, I feel like I haven’t done anything.” 

“That’s not true,” Amy quickly defended. “You’ve helped with the evacuations when we were dealing with the Metal Virus. You even protected the survivors when we were in Spiral Hill and Angel Island. That’s something.” 

“Barely. Most of the Zombots were focusing more on the areas I wasn’t in. And when the Zeti attacked HQ, I didn’t fight back either. I just grabbed as many people as I could find and hid. I feel like a coward.” 

“Protecting people is just as important as fighting. Nothing to be ashamed of.” 

“But it’s…” The sheep went quiet. 

Sensing her discouragement, Amy took a deep breath and sighed. “It’s not enough. You want to contribute more.” 

Lanolin nodded. “You and the others do such amazing things. I know I can’t do anything like that, but-" 

“You just haven’t found it yet.” 

“W-what?” Lanolin was caught off guard by Amy's interruption.

“You haven’t found your special skill yet. Something only you can do. I had my own problems figuring it out, but I kept trying.” With that Amy started fidgeting with her fingers. “Honestly, you remind me of how I used to be. I wanted to go on adventures with Sonic, but I was just getting in the way. Even after getting my hammer, I still felt like I was a bother most of the time. But even if I can’t run fast, fly, or anything super special, I still try to help in any way I can. No matter how small.” 

Hearing this caused Lanolin to smile. She rubbed her cheek, as if wiping a tear. “Thanks for that, Amy. I’m still not sure what I could do to help more.” 

“Well, is there any way you can think of to make the Restoration more effective?” 

The sheep blinked for a moment, then put her hand to her chin to think. After a while, she spoke “Considering all the havoc Dr. Eggman has caused… if there was some way to get the jump on him…” 

“Like a response team? That’s a great idea!” A way to stop Eggman before things get too out of control. That way there would be less collateral damage, and less Sonic would have to deal with. Amy knew he loved the thrill of the fight, and she didn’t want to take that from him, but so much weight had been put on him lately. Some have even blamed him for certain events due to his actions. If people did more, they wouldn’t have to keep relying on him or turn any distress towards him.  

“It’s just a thought. I don’t know how to pull it off—” 

“But it’s a start, and that’s what matters,” the hedgehog assured. “As a very special friend of mine says, ‘nothing starts until you take action.’” 

“Smart advice,” Lanolin agreed. 

Amy got up and motioned her hand. “Come on. Let’s get back. There’s still plenty of fun to be had.” 

The two headed back to the festival. Lanolin saw her friends before Amy did, so they split up. She saw the gang still at the tables eating. Though she couldn’t help but notice a few bites missing from her cookie. 

“I’m sorry Ms. Amy,” Cream apologized. “Cheese was hungry, and I couldn’t stop him.” The Chao still had crumbs on his face. His face painting had also been smudged trying to wipe them off.

Amy simply patted bunny on the head. “Don’t worry about it, Cream. There’s still plenty left, and we’re here to have fun." 

After going around to more of the stands, the last event of the day was about to start. Sparklers were passed out some people. Amy watched the lights dance around, careful that the sparks didn’t hit her hand. Everyone gathered as the mayor of Windmill Village stood at the front. The old ram cleared his throat and began to speak. 

“Thanks to all of you for coming out and joining us! I know the last year has been hard on us all, but that’s exactly why we need to celebrate the good days we have. We must cherish everything and everyone around us and let them know how they mean to us. Spring is a time of new beginnings. I’m sure new stories and opportunities are awaiting each and every one of you. So let us welcome it all with open arms.” He raised his fist in the air. “To a wonderful year!” 

“Yeah!” 

The crowd cheered with absolute bliss. Amy was so in the moment she didn’t even realize she was holding Sonic’s hand. Soon the music picked up, and everyone was singing and dancing. This went on for a few more hours.

As the sun began to set, everyone began to head home. Cream and Vanilla waved goodbye as they parted ways from Amy and Sonic. 

“That was so much fun,” Sonic exclaimed as he stretched his arms in the air. “Thanks for inviting me along, Ames.” 

“I’m glad you joined us too,” Amy beamed. She felt much more at ease than she had been in a while, and she could tell Sonic did as well. The way his quills bent down, the way he smiled. She knew how to read him by now when he was tense. She did not see that now. All cares and troubles were out of mind. It felt great to finally be able to relax without Eggman or anyone else ruining it. “We should come again next year. We could invite Tails, Knuckles, Tangle, Whisper, and the others to come too.” 

“Or it could just the two of us and make it a date,” the blue hedgehog said casually.

Amy froze in place. Her face turned bright red. She looked at Sonic, who was sporting his smug grin. 

She gave him a playful shove. “Don’t tease me like that!” 

“What? I thought that’s what you wanted, right?”

"Sonic, you-" 

The two friends continued laughing as they made their way home. 

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[sugarskullhedgie]

Here the pink or sakura ( Cherry blossom ) sonic i was working on

He some sort of spirt thats trap in a cherry blossom tree

[kyoomiii]

♡ Expressing their love [hcs]

- ✎ characters ❝ bokuto, iwaizumi, and yamaguchi ❞

- [ trigger warning(s): none  ]

- ⚘ genre ❝ fluff ❞

❝ someone tell me where i can find a boyfriend like these boys (πーπ)  also, on a completely unrelated note... new headers (★^O^★) ❞

-kyo  ♡

The bell rings throughout Fukurodani highschool. The mere sound sending students into a hurry as they pack up their things, eager to return home from the long day.

But even with a sea of impatient bodies, none are as restless as Bokuto who rushes through the halls, squeezing between bodies and conversations apologizing with quickly spoken words, all in a race to get to your assigned meeting place. 

He can feel his blood pumping through his veins as he dashes through the large campus, half-hearted “goodbyes” and “see ya’s” with each passing semi-familiar face that seems to blur into one another with how fast he’s going. Not even Akaashi, who so happened to be crossing his path could gain his full attention, left in the trail of dust. 

His mind is trained solely on you, who he happened to see not even a few hours ago, but even so, he finds himself giddy and excited just to see your face once more. 

As he crashes through the exit doors, the sight before him takes his breath away.

In the distance, the sun begins to set. The star kissing the horizon as it emits an array of bright oranges and yellows. The clouds roll across the sky, birds squawking in the distance as they follow the wind. And in the center of it all stands you. Clear as day in his mind.

You are nothing short of perfect.

A warm fluttering fills his chest as he practically melts in his shoes SIMP

It takes him a minute to recover from the breathtaking sight that is you. But as soon as he does, he’s giddy once more, practically charging at you with the speed of sonic before throwing himself onto you.

The action makes you stumble, legs wobbling as you struggle to hold all of Bokuto’s weight before you two go crashing onto the school’s lawn earning strange looks from bypassing students who whisper to their friends.

“Bokuto Koutarou!”

However, the annoyance in your voice and the tick mark that appears on your forehead isn’t enough to deter Bokuto from showering your face in kisses, as he mocks you.

“y/N!” 

And despite your previous irritation you can’t help but grin at his affection, bubbles of giggles filling the air. How he feels no shyness expressing this much PDA is unbeknownst to you, nonetheless you can’t find it in yourself to complain as your fits of laughter die down leaving the two of you breathless staring up at the cherry blossoms that fall from the nearby trees.

Running a hand through his hair you place a kiss to his forehead in return, the simple action causing his smile to stretch wider if that’s even possible.

“You’re awfully bubbly today Kou. Something happen?”

“Nope~ Just love you is all.”

The words send a flare to your cheeks.

“Be any louder would you.”

“...”

“Kou no... “

“...”

“HEY HEY HEY! EVERYONE LOOK AT MY AMAZING Y/N-”

“KOUTAROU!”

There’s something about you that makes butterflies flutter in Iwaizumi’s stomach. It doesn’t matter the time, date, or circumstance, one glance his way is enough to send him into a flurry of warm feelings. He’s felt this way from the moment he realized that there may be more than just platonic feelings in the way he thought about you.

And he realizes that this is one of these moments as he watches you, just a few inches away, eyes trailed on a book that you had been talking about for quite some time.

Iwaizumi is absolutely memorized and it shows in the way his eyes literally shine with hearts as he gazes at you. He finds himself speechless, words caught in his throat as he simply watches you. 

He’s not one to show his affection often, but the sudden overwhelming rush has him wanting to shower you in it, though he is unsure of how to express it properly, how to show you just how much you truly mean to him. He has never been so sure yet so unsure of anything in his life.

Quietly, he reaches out to you almost instinctively, fingers gripping at the fabric of your clothing, gently tugging the piece in hopes of gaining your attention.

“Haji?”

“y/n come here please.”

The sight makes you smile, he’s avoiding your gaze and his cheeks have been dusted with a light shade of red.

Nonetheless, you comply with his wishes, shifting closer to him until you’re caught between his arms, head pressed against his toned chest just above his heart which thumps at a quick pace.

“What’s got you so clingy all of a sudden~”

The sly smirk that dances across your lips as you gently pinch his reddened cheeks has him pursing his lips.

“I-Just…Have you eaten today?.”

It’s your turn to flush red. The simple words sending a tingle to the pit of your stomach, his green eyes that have come to meet yours only making the fluttering worse.

“I have~ Thank you for your concern Haji.”

His grip on you tightens just a bit fingers running across your back in gentle circles. 

“Of course… Remember to take good care of yourself y/n.”

It begins to click in your mind, Iwaizumi, though not completely opposed to it, has never really been good at verbally expressing his affections, nor does he often initiate physical touches. He prefers showing his care in smaller aspects, such as making sure you’re alright.

So even though he’s trying to hide it, you can tell. A gentle smile gracing your lips as you press a kiss against his still flustered cheek.

“I love you too Hajime.”

He wants to marry you.

The longer he stares at you the harder he finds it to speak. His heart thumping so loudly in his ears that it echos over your words. 

He finds that it’s not because he’s shy, or that you make him uncomfortable- rather it’s quite the opposite. You make him feel so warm, so loved, that in some ways it makes him nervous… Makes him feel like a little boy in grade school again with his first crush. 

Yamaguchi identifies it in the way his cheeks flush whenever you touch him, or the way his palms sweat despite being together for a while now. 

And maybe it’s the way the you smile so gently at him, or the way your eyes twinkle when you talk about something that was particularly interesting about your day so far, but he feels that his heart is going to explode.

“Tadashi?”

The sound of his name snaps him out from his thoughts, the gentle pink that highlights his cheeks bringing out the cute freckles that you adore so much making him look ten times cuter.

“Sorry- I just got… distracted.”

You know him better than that though. You can see the way he fiddles with his fingers or the buttons on his uniform, to the slightest avoidance of your gaze.

“If something is bothering you, you can tell me. Yachi says that talking about what makes you nervous can help you.”

His cheeks quickly go from pink to red as he practically begins to steam from how nervous he is.

The sight makes your brows furrow, though you know not to push him, it’d only make him more uncomfortable.

But before you can think, or act, you feel it, the gentle caress of his hand against yours, until finally, his fingers intertwine with your own. 

His palms are slightly sweaty as they for some reason unbeknownst to you always are, but you can’t bring yourself to care as Yamaguchi stares at you as if you are everything he needs in life.

There are no words that are needed to be exchanged, as his grip on your hand tightens just barely. Leaning into you he places a gentle kiss to your forehead.

He wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

“You’re so cute Tadashi. ( ˘ ³˘)”

“y/nnnnn. (ﾉ∀`♥)”

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[another-sonic-blog]

Hey... what about some Hanahaki SonAmy??? We know that Amy is head over heels for Sonic... but he doesn’t show it... so she gets worse... angst??

Amy had to admit that she almost fainted the moment she noticed she was coughing up flower petals.

She didn't think twice to go see a doctor to confirm it.

"Hanahaki disease."

"Are you sure?"

"Unless you secretly like to eat flower petals, then yes, I am 100% sure Ms.Rose."

The doctor had already warned her that if in two months she didn't do the surgery, she would surely die. However, doing the surgery will come at a great cost, losing the romantic feelings she has for Sonic the Hedgehog.

Death or love?

For anyone else, the answer will be clear, do the surgery right away but Amy didn't want to. She had to try one more time before she says goodbye to her beloved hero.

She had to accomplish two things. Hide her disease from Sonic and make Sonic love her back before it's too late.

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Sonic wasn't never one for romance. He never really cared for it nor wanted it.

Although there was someone in particular who could change this ideology once in a while.

Amy Rose.

"So, any particular reason why you took me here?"

Sonic looked around the lake. It was one of those scenarios again. Amy and he will spend some time together, like a date. They will talk, laugh and sightsee the landscape. A very beautiful lake and cherry blossoms, as pink as Amy's fur surrounded them. Finally, Amy would confess his feelings for him, he will deny them and run away.

"I literally, have not much time...so I'll ask you this. Do you love me?"

This time it wasn't like he expected. Things will usually go the way he plans and they will always be in good terms. He noticed Amy was acting strange. She would usually look at him with loving eyes but now her green eyes were filled with anxiousness. Her body softly trembles and she held her stomach as if she was trying not to throw up.

"Are you alright?" Sonic avoided the question as he knew her health was a top priority for him. He walked closer to her but she pushed him away.

"I am fine...just please." Amy looked at the grass under her feet, her voice sounded tired, too tired and that pained him. "Tell me...do you love me?

It was serious this time.

But he couldn't say it, the words wouldn't come out of his mouth. He was trapped, he pushed away his feelings for so long that he didn't know what to feel. He didn't have the time to properly sit down and think about them because he simply didn't have the need to.

Because he knew that no matter the answer, Amy would be there for him.

She always is.

"No," Sonic added. "I am sorry, I don't think so."

He waited for Amy to answer. Deep down, she already knew. That his feelings couldn't just change in a few days nor few months.

She had a small hope, however, that maybe she had a special place in his heart.

"But, I really do care for you." Sonic panicked, he was afraid to make her cry. "You will always be a special friend to me."

"You will always be special to me too, Sonic." Amy smiled as she placed her hands on his cheeks, taking one last good look at who could be the love of her life.

She wished for this feeling of love to come back, one way or another.

.

Sonic had to admit that he was beginning to worry when he noticed that Amy was getting sicker by each passing week. He will bring her food and visit her once in a while and always asked her about her appointment with her doctor. It got to the point that she even had to stay for a whole week in her house. However, after that, she looked so much better.

Like a new Amy.

"Any new missions?" Sonic asked as he entered the Resistance HQ. In the beginning, he didn't want to be a part of it, he preferred going solo or with Tails. However, as time passed, Amy convinced him to stay as a full-time member.

"There are several ones, you get to pick," Amy said as she clicked a tab on her computer and opened the missions available.

"This one sounds interesting...investigating a rumor of Eggman's new biological weapon," Sonic said as he read the information on the computer.

"Oh, that one is taken, sorry."

"Who is doing it?"

"Shadow and I."

Sonic looked at her curiously, it was strange enough for Amy to take missions. According to her, she was already busy enough and couldn't afford to go. Sonic had asked her a few times already if she wanted to go on a mission with him, but she declined.

"Well, that's...great, I think," Sonic added, he looked away as he grabbed his neck. "I didn't know you and Shadow were friends."

"Yeah, we hang out from time to time."

Amy said it in such a normal manner that it took him by surprise. He played it cool as he noticed Amy looking at him.

He smiled and gave her a thumbs-up, "Well then, good luck!"

.

Sonic thought that it was going to be the end of that.

But it wasn't.

They would eat together, hang together, talk together, be together.

It was all about Shadow and Amy.

Sonic would be lying to himself if he said it didn't bother him.

"So...are you going to tell her or not?"

Tails, Sonic's best pal, knew perfectly well that Sonic wasn't doing any good. Of course, he was there to help his friend figure out his feelings once and for all.

"What do you mean?"

"You have been looking at Amy and Shadow since we got here." Tails said. They were currently at the Resistance's dining room. Tails thought that today he was going to eat his burger peacefully, but destiny had other plans.

"When are you going to realize that you like her?"

"Who?"

Tails rolled his eyes, can Sonic be more naive?

"Amy. You like Amy but you are just too stupid to realize."

Sonic quickly stopped looking at the pink and black one and turned to look at his yellow friend. "I don't like her. I am just worried that Shadow might hurt her."

"Hurt her? Really Sonic? Shadow has proven to be more than trustworthy. Look for a better excuse."

Tails was right. Saying those kinds of things were low and Sonic sighed defeated.

"I don't know...I don't know what to do." Sonic placed his head on the table and closed his eyes. "I was never interested in...those kind of things."

"Kind of things?"

"You know...Romance." Sonic turned his head to look at Tails. "I just...don't think I am fit for it."

Tails looked over at Sonic. He was doing bad, clearly. Tails had never seen his blue friend like that before and to be honest, he hated it.

"It's not about been fit...it's about making her happy."

"But what if I am not able to make her happy? I've messed up so much."

"That's true." Tails added. "But that should be reason enough for you to make her even happier."

Sonic looked up at Tails and positioned himself straight.

"Thank you, Tails." Sonic smiled.

.

"So, why did you bring me here?" Amy looked around the lake, she remembers being the same one she confessed her love to Sonic for the last time.

It was daytime when she confessed, but now, it was dark.

"The lake is very beautiful at night," Amy added. "But it is a bit cold, don't you think it's better if-"

"I like you!" Sonic said loudly as he interrupted Amy. He was blushing from cheek to cheek, waiting for Amy to respond.

Seconds passed and Sonic asked again. "Can you say something?"

"I don't know what to say."

Sonic thought that this was going to go differently. However, he still tried to stay positive.

"You can say that you like me too...because you do, don't you?" Sonic smiled as she got close to her but Amy instantly moved away.

That pained him.

"It's because of him, isn't it?" Sonic looked down to the grass under his shoes, disappointed.

"What?"

"It's because of Shadow, right? You love him don't you?"

Amy stood quiet, unable to answer.

"Don't you?!"

"Yes, I do!" Amy said almost screaming, "I love him!"

"Then, what about us?"

"There is no 'us', Sonic."

"What about all of those years you chased after me?" Sonic took a pause, trying to contain his anger. "All of those years, confessing your love to me...that love, is it really gone?"

"Yes, it is!"

"Why Amy? What did I do that pushed you away? I thought we were good with the way things were! Why Shadow? Why not me-"

"I had the Hanahaki disease!"

A few minutes passed after Amy said that out loud. Sonic couldn't believe his ears.

"Then...the day you confessed to me here...that day...you had the disease?"

"Yes."

"Did you...had surgery?"

"...Yes."

Sonic took a gulp of his saliva and continue to ask, "When?"

"Three months ago."

Sonic tried to calculate in his head, something wasn't adding up. "You began to be close with Shadow around 4 months ago, however."

"Yes," Amy added. "That's because I began to hang out with him after you denied my feelings for you."

"How did that happen?"

Sonic felt more than hurt now, he couldn't describe the strange pain he had in his heart. The weird sensation he had in his stomach.

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"So the faker said no?"

Amy tried to clean her tears as she heard the voice approach her. She was still at the lake, looking at the water as she sat on under a sakura tree. "What do you want Shadow?"

"Me? Nothing." Shadow sat down next to the pink one. "What do you want?"

Amy couldn't control herself any longer and she threw up flower petals once again. She looked at Shadow, embarrassed.

"Don't tell anyone-"

To Amy's surprise, Shadow did the exact same thing she did.

He threw up a good amount of flower petals.

"You..." Amy looked at him surprised. "You too?"

"I didn't know what was the Hanahaki disease until I went to the doctor," Shadow said as he looked at the lake in front of him. "It's a strange disease. I am the Ultimate Lifeform, I am immune to any kind of disease but this one...because this one is different, like magic even. Luckily for me, I can't die because of it."

"But why won't you have it surgically removed? Amy added. "It must be annoying hiding all the time you have the Hanahaki disease, besides, coughing up plower petals is painful."

Shadow looked at Amy, who was really intrigued to hear his answer.

"Because I actually like it...being in love," Shadow said simply.

"Even if it pains you?"

"I've had the Hanahaki disease for a year now, I am used to it," Shadow added but he knew it was a lie, after a year, he still couldn’t get used at how painful it truly was. "But unlike me, you can actually die. You should have surgery soon."

"I know it's crazy but...I would like to keep on loving Sonic as long as I can." Amy looked at Shadow, who was listening carefully, "I won't have surgery until my time is out...I, too, like, being in love with him, you know."

"Understandable, if I was you, I would do the same thing."

Amy smiled and she asked teasingly. "She must be really special, ain't she?"

"Very."

"Can I know who she is?"

Shadow didn't say anything. He finally had the courage to only hold her hand softly,

Amy looked at his red bright eyes, and that's when she found out the answer to her question.

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"You should have told me!" Sonic exploded with jealousy after hearing Amy's story.

"And then what?!" Amy screamed. "Would you have said 'yes' out of pity? You perfectly know that the disease doesn't get cured with fake love! I needed you to love, to really love me-"

"BUT I DID! I DID AND I DO LOVE YOU! I WAS JUST STUPID ENOUGH TO NOT REALIZE IT!"

Sonic screamed at the top of his lungs, seeing Amy's face hurt him more than the physical pain he was having.

Amy tried to be strong not to cry. Her frustation took the best of her. "I loved you...I loved you so much... and the thought that we could have been together, it really hurts."

"But Amy, " Sonic got closer to Amy and held her hands, tightly. "We still can be together, we-"

"No, we can't..."

Sonic knew this was coming, he refused to hear it, he didn't want to it. He just didn't want to accept that fact, not now, not ever.

Amy sighed as she gave Sonic one last look before leaving.

"We can't...because I don't love you anymore."

Amy walked away but Sonic tried to stop her. She didn't realize that he had fallen to his knees, holding his stomach as he tried to control the pain inside of him. He looked at her walking into the woods, disappearing out of his sight, leaving him heartbroken and alone.

and then...

Sonic began to cough up flower petals.

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A/n: I live for angst SonAmy. Thank you for this nice prompt and sorry I took so long writing.

I hope you enjoyed it!

If anyone wants to send a story prompt feel more than welcome to!

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[lyrazehedgieboiii]

Sonamy AU

I had to do this, so don’t stop me now, I’m doing this!!! This is an Alternate Universe where Sonic is a famous singer, and his wife, Amy is a choreographer. Maybe if you read the fanfiction Pinky (AU) by XxSA_ChillidogsxX, you should check her story out on Wattpad. This story is basically my idea of what would happen once Sonic and Amy fall in love in the story. You’ll finally find out what I daydream about!

   “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Screams echoed the hospital walls, patients in the labour ward were cringing, while doctors on the other hand, were used to the screams, as it happened everyday. To Sonic and Amy, however, it did not. Those were Amy’s screams. Why is she screaming, you ask? Well, let’s find out.

Amy was panting. It hurt too much. She lost count of how many children came out of her. Three, maybe? Or four? She felt too tired to continue, but the doctors, told her to keep pushing. She looked over to her side, and saw the love of her life. He was right there, smiling. Amy had no idea why this man was smiling. Was it because she was giving birth to his children? Or the fact that Amy was killing his hand, and he tried not to show the pain? Either way, Sonic was being a supportive husband.

“Just one more push, Mrs. The Hedgehog, you can do this!” the Doctor said, adding more painkillers to ease the pain. Amy did one last push, and her head fell back. 

“A-Amy?!” Sonic cracked, getting scared. What happened? Why did she suddenly close her eyes?

“Don’t worry, Mr. The Hedgehog, she’s perfectly fine. She’s just exhausted. She did gave birth to seven darling baby hedgehogs after all, it’s best to let her rest,” one of the nurses exclaimed. “While she’s asleep, you can look at your children!” Sonic followed the nurse over to where his babies were sleeping. Yes, when they came into the world, they caused a lot of noise (excluding the last one), but now here they were. His children. Sonic felt something in his heart. A never-ending burst of pride. They were his children, and they’d always be. His wife gave birth to seven precious hedgies. He touched their foreheads, from oldest to youngest.

He got to the last one, who was, surprisingly awake. Sonic looked at her eyes carefully. They weren’t both the same color. One eye was his own emerald eyes, while the other was Amy’s sparkly jade green eyes. He looked at her quills. They were royal blue with cherry pink tips. A complete fusion of her parents.

“Hi there, little angels. You might not remember, but I’m the one who’s been singing you lullabies when you were in your mommy’s tummy. My name is daddy, and I’m going to love you forever and ever. No one will ever hurt you.” 

“Don’t tell me you already named them yourself?” Amy sat up a little, with bags under her eyes.

“Don’t worry, Ames. I wouldn’t do that. You’d hate me for that.” Sonic walked over to her, and kissed her on the cheek. 

“Out of the way, old man. I wanna see my little bundles of joy!” Amy exclaimed, that same look Sonic made when he first saw the children. Sonic walked over to the glass bassinets that the babies were sleeping in. He took the oldest, who was on the left to Amy. A nurse who was checking Amy, walked back with a clipboard in hand to ask the names of each baby.

“This is the oldest one. She might’ve cried the loudest out of all seven.” Sonic gently placed the baby into Amy’s arms. Amy started to cry. The nurse was sniffling too, and covered her face with the clipboard.

“Angelica~” Amy sang softly. She said it as if Angelica from Hamilton. Amy looked up to the nurse, and said “Angelica  Euphrosyne Athena the Hedgehog.” The nurse just nodded and repeated the name while writing the name. Angelica was a pinkish-coral colored hedgehog with blue highlights in her quills. She had two bangs on her forehead. She had emerald eyes like her dad. She kissed her baby all over, until Angelica made an annoyed sound. Euphrosyne meant ‘merriment.’

“It makes sense why you named her Angelica!” the nurse giggled. (Angelica Schuyler Church was a very confident woman, and she always spoke of her rights back then during the American Revolution, she was quick-witted, and had a sassy comeback for everything.) Athena was the Greek Goddess of Courage, law, wisdom, and justice.

Sonic gave Amy the next child, who also happened to be a girl. She was light blue hedgehog, with three bangs like her mom. Amy tickled her chin lightly, and she opened her eyes. They were also emerald, like Sonic’s. Sonic chuckled. The little one started bawl. Amy rocked her, and cooed to her. 

“Eliza~” Amy sang. The second oldest child and daughter made a somewhat smile for a moment, and Sonic and Amy smiled as well. Amy said “Elizabeth Thalia Selene the Hedgehog.” Selene was the Goddess of the Moon in Greek Mythology, and Elizabeth as in Eliza Schuyler Hamilton, the widow of Alexander Hamilton. She was an emotional woman, one of the first women philanthropists of her time. Amy watched as the baby nuzzled into her chest. Thalia meant to flourish, or to blossom.

Sonic gave the next child, who was a boy. He had Sonic’s royal blue quills, with streaks of Navy blue. His eyes were open to reveal emerald eyes. Again.

“It’s like all of them have your eyes!” Amy pouted, whispering so she didn’t frighten any of the children. “What do you think we should name him? No way am I giving him a traditional name. He’ll be upset with me for the rest of my life!” Sonic just chuckled. 

“Well, I was hoping all boys, but I have some names in mind. He came out really quickly, and you didn’t seem like you were in a lot of pain at that time. Maybe Flash Cobalt the Hedgehog?” Sonic asked. Amy nodded.

“The name suits him!” the nurse piped up. Sonic and Amy had almost forgotten she was in the room. 

“It does, doesn’t it?” Amy said. She gave Flash a kiss on the forehead. Sonic gave Amy the next little boy. He was navy blue with royal blue streaks, and had Amy’s eyes. Amy looked at the father.

“Dash Navy the Hedgehog?” Amy smiled. 

“That’s a cute name, Sonikku. I’m surprised you actually thought of names.” Amy flirted, while Sonic smirked. Amy internally squealed at how precious her children were. She kissed her child all over the face. Mostly on the cheek. 

“I know.” Amy rolled her eyes. 

“Here’s the next one. Careful, he squirms.” Sonic said as he gave Amy the next one. Amy quickly gave Dash to the Nurse. “This one looks like Wayne to me, don’t you think?” The hedgehog was purple with one bang hanging over his eye. Some of his quills went up a little, and he a strip of blue on his bang. His eyes were emerald, with tiny specks of jade in them. Those types of eyes weren’t too rare, but they weren’t too common either. 

“Wayne Morado the Hedgehog.” Amy said, looking at Sonic. Amy knew that Sonic had a spanish heritage, so it was best to name one of the children with something that fit. Morado means purple in Spanish, and Wayne was purple. (I chose the name ‘Wayne’ based on @janie777‘s Sonic child oc, check her out!) Amy gave her third baby boy a kiss on the cheek, and handed him to the nurse.

Amy was given the fourth baby boy, which was indigo. He had three bangs, with jade eyes and speckles of granny smith green. Amy thought that their eyes were all precious, and started kissing the indigo baby on his forehead, face, and hands.

“My precious little one. What should we name him, Bluie?”

“Well, Pinky, Eric sure would match his handsome little face.” Sonic reached out, and nuzzled his finger against Eric’s face. “Eric Indigo the Hedgehog.” Amy smiled. Who knew that cocky, arrogant Sonic the Hedgehog, the R&B Sensation, had the perfect names for his perfect children? Amy was given the youngest and smallest of the litter. She was surprised by the child’s eyes. One was her’s and one was Sonic’s. 

Amy giggled. 

“And Peggy.” Amy squealed. “I got the Schuyler Sisters as my children!!!” Sonic was confused. Amy just pecked his cheek. She looked toward the nurse. “Margarita Harmonia Aglaea the Hedgehog!” Sonic made a poker face at her. Why on Mobius would she name her child after a drink? Margarita Schuyler Van Rensselaer had done so much for the American Revolution, and was full of spirit her whole life, even when she was on her deathbed. Aglaea was known as the goddess of brightness.  Euphrosyne, Aglaea and Thalia were also known as the Three Graces.

“Okay, so Angelica, Eliza, Flash, Dash, Wayne, Eric, and Peggy?” the nurse recited. The new parents nodded. “Well, now that this is all done. Let’s reveal who I am!” The nurse took off her hat, and apparently was also wearing a wig. 

“Lyra?! What the f*** are you doing here?!” Sonic whisper-yelled.

“To be your wifu’s nurse, obviously! I wanted to watch her give birth to my nieces and nephews!” Lyra exclaimed. Sonic pushed her outside.

“Are you even professionally trained for this?” Sonic asked. Lyra scoffed.

“Of course I am, what do you think I’ve been doing in college? Finding a boyfriend? I mean, I did that, but that’s not the point...”

“Can you just make the birth certificates and go away, no offence sis, but I wanna spend time with my new family.”

“I’m family too.”

“I meant the family I made on my own.”

“Listen here you little shit. I am supposed to be your children’s nurse, like it or not. So move it, I got give the kids a hearing test.” Lyra pushed her brother, and walked back into the room. Sonic shook his head, and followed in pursuit.

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LYRA IS NOT IN PINKY (AU), SHE IS MINE. MINEEEEEEE, CREDIT ME IF YOU WANT TO USE HERRRRRRRRRRR. I’ll try drawing the girls, because my Sonic Characters look like shit. Especially when I try to draw Sonic, Shadow, or Silver.

Well, I don’t think I did very well. I tried, and that’s all that matters. Sorry for taking such a long time to post, I had to do research for the girls’ names. If you want to know the inspiration for the names, let’s begin with the girls. They were named after the Schuyler Sisters. They were real people. You can listen to the Hamilton Soundtrack, I got my inspiration from there. Also try reading Hamilton and Peggy! It’s my favorite book out there, 10/10!!! For the boys’ names, I went with something that would match Sonic’s name, as his sons all look like him. Wayne the Hedgehog was inspired by @janie777′s oc, which also happened to be Sonic and Amy’s kid. He doesn’t look exactly like her OC, but her art is amazing, I love the sonamy she draws. Even her Chat Noir and Ladybug! Eric was originally supposed to be named Erin, but I changed it. Do you think I should keep it to Eric, or go back to Erin? Eric was from a story I read on fanfiction.net, about Amy Rose moving to her Grandmother’s house, and meeting a hedgehog that turns into a werehog by night. She became pregnant with his child, and they have a happy life together, I love that story. WELL, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED, BYEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

#sonamy #sonamy next generation #sonamy kids #sonamy children #angelica the hedgehog #elizabeth the hedgehog #dash the hedgehog #flash the hedgehog #wayne the hedgehog #eric the hedgehog #peggy the hedgehog #amy rose #sonic the hedgehog #don't judge the children's names #i love sonamy #lyra ze hedgie boiii #the hedgehog sisters #seven children #sonic being a little shit as usual #the three graces #i was originally gonna name them something else but whatever #i don't give a shit if im late

[peacenik0]

Mulder and Scully do the Body Swap

For @Aweburnphoenix as part of the 2019 Easter Fanfic exchange

A/N: The original prompt was for Mulder to watch Queequeg while Scully goes to visit her family in San Diego for Easter, but this is not that.

Summary: After investigating an unusual occurrence at a research facility in Ft. Marlene, Mulder and Scully wake to find that they have somehow swapped bodies. Whatever will they do?

Tagging @today-in-fic @improlificinsarcasm

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Part One

Ft. Marlene

Frederick, Maryland

April 20th,1999

Scully and I pull over on a dark country road outside of Ft. Marlene. The crisp country air is sweetened with the smell of pink and white cherry blossoms just beginning to bloom.

“Don’t you ever miss seeing all of these stars, Scully?” I ask. Above me, the vast expanse of sky holds a million pinpricks of light. It's astounding. The moon is in waxing gibbous; a fingernail.

“Yes, actually I do.” Scully exhales looking up at the sky. Her tone is wistful, longing. I can't help but notice how beautiful she looks, even in the blackness of a rural night. “The light pollution in D.C. obscures our view of a lot of natural phenomenon.”

“This place is just teeming with natural phenomena.” I get a whiff of animal fertilizer, as we walk up winding Shookstown Road. “Smell that? It's cow shit, Scully.”

“Speaking of which,” Scully asks raising an eyebrow, and I smirk at her. “What are we doing out here again?”

“Investigating a strange occurrence,” I say absently, pulling out my flashlight to look at my map. “I think the research lab should be at the back quadrant of the base.”

“Mulder,” Scully huffs, and shuffles her feet impatiently. “You didn’t exactly answer my question.”

“Well, don’t you want to know what happened to Dr. Condliffe and Dr. Goldstein?” I ask, surprised at her lack of curiosity.

“The two scientists who claim to have swapped bodies unwittingly last Wednesday?” She asks, reaching into her jacket pocket for a flashlight. “Not particularly, I fail to see where a crime has been committed.”

Why did Scully decide to come out here with me on a Saturday night, if she didn’t really want to investigate The question bobbles around in my mind, threatening to shake loose an avalanche of unspoken thoughts and feelings. I can’t help but remember the gentle kiss when she brought me home from the hospital after rescuing me from the Bermuda Triangle. It was a ‘don’t you dare do that to me again’ kind of kiss. And I was grateful for it, but I wasn’t expecting any more.

Until last Friday.

Scully and I were in the midst of a long argument over the existence of werewolves. An argument that made both of us exceedingly hungry. Soon her table was teeming with Thai take-out, which of course had to be followed by some red wine. We both fell hard into her couch in a South Asian food coma. Which thankfully led to some decidedly ‘more than partnerly’ snuggling. Did I say ‘more than partnerly’? You bet I did.

“You should stay, you’re in no shape to drive,” she said in a soft tone as she took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom. “I’ll stay on the couch, you can have the bed,” she said, standing over me. Maybe it was the red wine, but something in me decided to take a chance that night.

“C’mere,” I said before pulling her under the covers. I couldn’t help but notice the warmth in her smile. The hope. Maybe even a little hesitation.”I think we can share.” The first time she kissed me, I figured it was an accident… or something. Just the close proximity and all. But the second time though… and then the third…

“Mulder!” Scully calls me, wrenching me out of my lovesick daydream. I blink, trying to remember what we were talking about. Oh yeah, the case.

“Right, a crime. Well, there hasn’t been any crime, per se…I just wanting an excuse to put on something black and sexy to do some funky poaching.” My attempt to elicit even a hint of amusement out of Scully fails, so I try a little harder. “Speaking of which, did anyone ever tell you that you look really good dressed in black, Scully?” My question is met with an an eye roll that I’m pretty sure could be seen from space.

“You dragged me out here on a Saturday to trespass on Federal property so you could do some ‘funky poaching’?” she asks. I spot the research lab where the body swapping incident allegedly began.

“Sounds like crap when you say it.” I admit. She tsks. “Look, Scully, I do have my doubts as to the validity of the research scientists’ claims. Which is exactly why I wanted to check this out in the first place.” I hold my flashlight over my face and playfully bat my eyelashes at her. “Aren’t you even the least bit curious?” I use my sweetest tone, the one I usually save for times like these when I really, really want her around.

“Fine...“ she drifts off, blowing out a puff of air. “But if we get in trouble for this, you better be the one to explain all of this to Kersh.”  Her finger jabs into my chest in order to make her point. For some reason it makes my heart flutter a little. The truth is, this whole case is largely an excuse to spend time with Scully on a Saturday night. I won’t say the word date. A night trespassing on Federal property is no one’s idea of a date.

“Come on, I’ll give you a boost over the fence.” I say facing her and squatting down, with my hands linked together. She raises an eyebrow. “Not that you need it.”

“Fine.” She grasps the fence, and places her tiny black chunky heel in my hands. Her breasts brush against my face as I hoist her over the chain-link fence. We both pretend not to notice.

“But, seriously, I thought you would be interested in the theoretical possibility that we as a species could somehow trade our consciousness with another human being.” I say as I locate an unmanned door on the side of the building. Without a second thought, she stands guard while I jimmy the lock.

“Mulder,” her hands go to her hips. “Not only is it physically impossible, it goes against everything we know about physics. Even theoretical physicists dismiss the idea as science fiction.”

“Perhaps,” I pause as the bolt turns, and the door creaks open. “But both men have reported walking up in each other’s homes, in each other’s bodies, sleeping next to each other’s wives…”

The beams of our flashlights cross into an ‘x’ ahead of us,Illuminating our path. Each step we take echoes off the nineteen fifties bomb shelter walls.

“Sounds like a really elaborate excuse for wife swapping,” she says dryly. My jaw drops.

“Scully,” my tongue clicks in disbelief. “Did you just say the words ‘wife swapping.’” I can see her lick her lips even in the dark.

“Yes I did.” We stop in front of a heavy metal door at the end of the long hallway. I can hear the loud buzz of machinery even from where I stand. “Think about it. Two scientists working closely together, both married for over twenty years. I mean I can see where the idea might be appealing… living someone else’s life.”

“Scully, is this your way of telling me you’re getting tired of working with me?” I question her with a smirk. Underneath the joke is a hard kernel of truth: what if Scully really is getting tired of all of this? What if this is the last time I can convince her to abandon her weekend plans to come investigate with me?

“Don’t I tell you that every day?” She asks, raising an eyebrow. There is an amusement in her eyes, which helps to soothe my worried mind.

“Oooh, ouch.” I cover my heart with my hands, feigning injury. Opening the door, we both step inside. My ears ring as I am hit with a wall of robotic sounds. The room is filled with a multitude of machinery mounted on large metal racks. I scan the room, and finally I see it.

“Mulder, what is it?” Scully must notice something in my expression, and pulls her trusty weapon from its holster. My hand goes back to touch her arm.

“I think we may have just found our smoking gun.”  I say, entranced by a large machine with blinking lights in the corner of the room. My curiosity gets the best of me; I am pulled into its orbit like a tractor beam.

“Mulder…” she starts following after me. Her voice is soft over the din of the lab, and my own laser focus on what’s in front of me. “I wouldn’t touch…”  

“Oh, shit!” My foot catches on a large cable on the floor. I can almost picture the scene as if I were outside of my own body. There I am, flailing my arms as I careen into the machine. Then dragging my hand down a wall of buttons as I try desperately to regain my balance. A sonic pulse fills the room, and we both fall to the floor covering our ears.

Once the sound dissipates, Scully speaks up. “Mulder, what did you do?”

“I don’t know,” I blink my eyes, and rub my temples. “But don’t you think  we should get the hell out of here as fast as humanly possible?” I grab her hand and we run out of he building, making it into my car just before I hear sirens blaring in the distance. Slamming on the gas, we peel out of the parking lot like two convicted felons making a Bonnie and Clyde style escape.

“Mul-der…” she shakes her head, and I feel like a kid caught with my hand in a cookie jar.

“Hopefully I didn’t just set off a nuclear attack somewhere.” My attempt at diffusing the situation with humor goes over like a lead balloon. Her face falls into her hands as we take the ramp onto route two seventy.

“Why did you have to do the thing with the thing?” Scully whines. For the first time all night, I genuinely feel bad for dragging her out to Ft. Marlene.

“Look, Scully I’m sorry…”

“I should’ve stayed home.” She sighs and looks out the window. “I knew I was going to regret this.”

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As the light comes through the Venetian blinds, my eyes blink open. There is the pleasant smell of freshly washed sheets, clean cotton. When I roll over onto my side, I notice my body seems lighter. I see Scully’s alarm clock, and her nightstand, thick with a year’s worth of medical journals. A sleepy smile spreads its way onto my face. I must’ve stayed over at Scully’s place again. I rack my brain, trying to remember the events of last night, but sadly nothing is coming to mind. So that is my first clue that nothing happened between us, because I am sure I would remember that. When I reach out for her, she’s not there. Strange.

It must be a dream.

Stretching my arms out in front of me, there are Scully’s hands. Her tiny fingers. I look down at my body, I am wearing her silky blue pajama set. I would never admit it to her, but I love when she wears these. My hands come down, to rest on my (her) chest, where I feel her soft breasts.

Scully has been a constant figure in my dreams, especially as of late. The yearnings of my subconscious mind making themselves known. As far as I can recall, I have never had a dream where I am in her body. Another oddity,

Lifting up the material of her pajama top, her pert breasts fall into my palms. Pink tipped nipples, creamy ivory skin. Perfect. My imagination never lets me down. My fingers pinch her nipples. It feels good. I do it again.  

I feel the familiar pang of needing to pee. I groan aloud, my voice sounds like hers. God, why did this have to happen at a time like this? Once inside Scully’s bathroom, I drop my pajama bottoms and reach for my… wait… what? Where’s my dick? My hands slide down over Scully’s smooth…

I flash back to our experience at Ft. Marlene last night. The wheels in my head start turning, putting the pieces together. Could we actually have… Shit! My need to urinate is now unbearable. So despite my reticence about touching Scully’s body inappropriately, I attempt to use the toilet. Sitting straight down on the seat, I relieve myself. But something is wrong. Urine has somehow escaped through the toilet seat and onto my feet, bringing me back to reality.

This wasn’t a dream after all. Scully and I have switched bodies!

I sit there on the toilet in shock, covered in urine. My first thought is; why in the world did I have to be right about the body swapping thing? My second thought is; Scully is going to be so mad at me!

After I clean up the mess, and toss my soiled pajama bottoms in the laundry. I go to wash my hands. Catching a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror; I see Scully. Her hair is mussed, her face clean and make-up free. The small mole above her lip, the dusting of freckles that she always covers up. Fresh. Beautiful.

A moment later I dial my own number, Scully picks up on the second ring.

“Scully, I mean… Mulder,” he (she) says in a breathless tone. A thought about what she might have been doing before she answered the phone pops into his head, but I quickly dismisses the idea. We have bigger fish to fry.

“Scully, it’s me,” I say in her voice. Realizing how it sounds, I decide to be a little more specific. “Scully, I know it’s you, but this is me, Mulder.” I gulp. Yeah, that was as clear as mud. Silence.

“Mulder,”  she says. “I don’t know what the hell is going on, but you need to get over here immediately.” It’s like listening to myself doing an impression of Scully. Spooky.

“Yep,” I look down at my bare legs, realizing that I’ll need to at least put on some bottoms. “I’ll be over as soon as possible.”

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It’s Sunday, a chilly yet perfect April morning. The cherry blossom trees in Alexandria are in full bloom as I park Scully’s car on the street in front of his building. It takes me longer to reach my apartment door, probably because I have Scully’s short little legs. God damn, it’s a miracle she can keep up with me. I need to give her more credit. In my haste to get back to Scully this morning, I chose her most comfortable pair of sneakers. I wasn’t feeling especially confident in the alternative: a cornucopia of black four or five inch chunky heels.

It is a mistake to unlock my front door without knocking, because as soon as I open it, Scully is on the other side with her gun drawn.

“Woah, woah, woah,” my hands go up in surrender. “It’s just me.”

“Oh, Mulder,” she exhales in relief, and sets her gun on the coffee table. “I’m sorry, this whole situation has me a little on edge.”

“It’s okay…” I say, absently putting a hand on her bicep. Not bad, I think as I touch the firm muscle. I should probably work more on my triceps the next time I hit the gym, though. “Me too.”

“I almost hate to say this,” she says before slumping into the couch. “But you were right.”

“What’s that?” I ask, falling next to her.

“You were right, about this whole…” she pauses to gesture. “Body swapping thing.”

“Ah, that’s what I thought you said, I just wanted to hear you say it again.” I mug at her. It earns me a firm punch in the arm. “Ow,” I wince, but I won’t admit how much it actually hurt.

“Mulder!” she says in exasperation. “This is not a time to joke around! We need to get ourselves switched back!”

“I don’t think we can, Scully.” I say, rubbing my upper arm. “Dr. Condliffe and Dr. Goldstein said that the swap only lasted for twenty-four hours. So at this point, I’d say it’s just a waiting game.”

“So you’re telling me, I just have to live in your body until tonight?”

“Oh, come on, Scully, it’s not that bad, is it?” I ask, elbowing her lightly.

“I suppose not.” she sighs. Looking me up and down, her expression changes to one of amusement. “Mulder, why are you wearing my pajama top with my running shorts?”

“It’s a long story…” I drift off, remembering the incident in the bathroom this morning. “But now I understand why you like wearing these,” I say, pinching the material between my fingers. “After this whole thing is solved, I might buy myself a few pairs.”

“I doubt the JcPenney petite section carries your size,” she says, raising an eyebrow. Oh good, Scully at least still has her sense of humor intact.

For the first time I notice that Scully is fully dressed, wearing none other than my tightest pair of blue jeans. Her (my) hair is damp and carefully styled, which means that she must have showered. Meaning she would have been naked. In my body.

“It seems like you were able to get everything figured out this morning.” I waggle my eyebrows at her.

“Uh, yes…” Scully clears her throat and looks down. My curiosity is getting the best of me.

“So… uh… no surprises or anything, then?”

“The biggest surprise was waking up to this…” she grabs my wrist and pulls me into my bedroom.

“Scully, if this is about my porn collection, I’ll have you know that those videos with Bigfoot are not mine.” My joke falls flat. Scully whips around and points to the mirror above my bed.

“When did you get this?”

“Oh that…” I laugh in relief. “I honestly don’t know. I found it like this when we got back from Area Fifty-one. I thought maybe the guys did it as a prank or something. Or maybe you…” I drift off, as one of her eyebrows raise.

“Did you actually think I would do something like this?” Scully asks, snorting. “Geez Mulder, give me a little credit, I think my taste would be a little less…” she pauses to hold back a chuckle. “Tacky.”

“Yeah, you know, you’re right. It sounds kinda ridiculous now that I think about it.” I laugh. It still feels good to be around her. Even when she is kinda ‘me.’

“Besides,” she grins. “I didn’t even know you had a bedroom. After all these years of you sleeping on your couch, I figured you were destined to live a life of perpetual bachelorhood.”

“Yeah, well, I think I might be getting tired of it. Might be time to change things up a little.” I finish with a half smile. I can’t help but notice the hopeful look in her eyes. “You never know what the future holds.”

End part one.

Look for part 2 tomorrow.

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PS. I love feedback!

Many thanks and praises to @gaycrouton for putting this exchange together, and giving me some great feedback!

Also thank you to @monikafilefan and @cultureisdarkbeer and @observeroftheuniverse for their amazing beta. 

Also tagging friends: @i-gaze-at-scully, @i-dont-wanna-wrestle, @illnevermeettheground, @xfimnotdone, @arboreta @pickingoutchinapatterns, @storybycorey, @leiascully, @spookydarlablack, @pearsalot, @itotallygazeatscully, @starbuck09256, @scully-eats-sushi, @msrafterdark, @msraddicted @txf-fic-chicks

#The X Files Fanfic #The X-files fanfic #msr fanfic #msr smut #(well in the second part anyway) #body swap #this part sfw

[tarotguided]

When Sonic used to be pint-sized, he wouldn't stand a centimeter towards Amy Rose out of all people, but now? Now that he's older, he can't help but have a smile plastered on his face when approaching her doorstep, ramming his knuckles against her door. What Amy would be greeted with will be a small platter of cupcakes, smothered in pink frosting and having edible cherry blossom petals on it. He at least hoped it was all edible. "H... Hi, Amy." He's sheepish. "Happy Birthday!" (From Sonic obvs)

Gifts from Sonic were always the best! They were always so full of heart and care. So when he presents pink cupcakes that matched her iconic quill color she can’t help but jump for joy! ❝ Sonic! Sonic! These are so, so cute! ❞ The presentation may have been sloppy but the gift was absolutely perfect in her eyes. She invited him inside quickly. ❝ I can’t wait to try these out! They look gorgeous! Come in, come in! ❞

#champiionic #[ ♡ —— Love letters / asks ] #amys birthday // #[ AWH SONIC ]

[zerolympiustrife]

ZOS’ short stories 30

Title: Cloud meets Lucina: The Exaggerated, Somewhat-Inaccurate Abridged Version

As the title says, this is an exaggerated retelling of my fanfic “Cloud meets Lucina” from FanFiction.Net.

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*Cloud knocks Little Mac offstage*

Cloud (crossing his arms): What a...terrible opponent. *Get on his knees and starts panting*

*Palutena appears in front of him*

Palutena: Kneel before- Ah, good! The newcomer’s kneeling before me!

Cloud: Who the HFIL are you?

Palutena: I am Palutena, the magnificent and sexy goddess of light!

Cloud (getting up): Eh, 7.9 out of 10.

Palutena: You sassy mofo.

Cloud: I am neither sassy nor a “mofo”. I am Cloud Strife!

Palutena (leaning in closer to him): Ohmyme! Cloud Strife? You’re THE Cloud Strife?! I heard you’re a legend among humans! Popular enough to rival against Mario and Sonic!

Cloud (eyes widened): I’m...a legend? Me?

Palutena: Yup! Don’t think your actions have gone unnoticed in different parts in the universe! Also, I have someone I’d like you meet!

*Palutena grabs Cloud, and the two teleport to Arena Ferox*

Cloud: Huh? There’s no one here.

Palutena: Ah! Here he comes now!

*A blue-haired masked swordsman appears, leaps off of the stands, then lands onto the arena with a three-point landing*

Cloud (internally): Showoff.

Palutena (whispering to Cloud): That’s my boyfriend, Marth.

Cloud (sarcastically): Oh, good for you.

Palutena: Just kidding. That’s actually my girlfriend.

Cloud (raising an eyebrow): What?

Palutena: Kidding again! That’s actually my champion! You two have fun now! *Teleports away*

*Both Cloud and “Marth” stare at each other in silence, Cloud grabs his sword, but then lets go of it, and “Marth” does the same. Then the two walked around the circular symbol they were standing in front of in a full lap, then walked towards each other until they were standing two feet apart*

Cloud: Stop copying me. *Puts a hand on his hip*

“Marth”: How do you know I’m copying you? For all I know, you could be copying ME. *Does so as well*

Cloud (rolling his eyes): Lovely.

“Marth”: Thanks for the compliment, but flattery won’t grant you victory.

Cloud (squinting at him, internally): Who the HFIL’s this Marth copycat, putting on a bravado? I don’t remember the real Marth acting like this. *Speaks up* Cloud. That’s my name.

“Marth”: Marth.

Cloud: There’s already a Marth.

“Marth”: Indeed. And I am him.

Cloud: Take off the mask.

“Marth”: No.

Cloud: Take off the mask!

“Marth”: No!

Cloud: TAKE OFF THE-

“Marth” (drawing his blade at his neck): My name is Marth! END OF STORY! *Backs away and readies himself in a battle position* Draw your sword, commoner!

Cloud (taken aback): Excuse me?

“Marth”: Commoner! Peasant! Plebeian! Coarse! Unrefined! Rustic! Bumpkin! Clown! That’s what you are!

Cloud (taking a deep breath): *Draws his blade and readies himself in battle position* Very well, “my liege”.

“Marth”: Grrrr!

*Both sides charge at each other and engage in a Dragon Ball Z-styled clash, but with swords*

Cloud/”Marth” (internally): Huh! He’s fast! He’s incredible! He’s-

*Both sides break the clash as they summon a large variety of weapons by their side*

Cloud/”Marth”: A pest!

*"Marth” starts firing arrows from his silver bow and Cloud knocks them away with his Organyx, then the duo exchange a series of stabs and slashes from their Silver Lance and Force Stealer, then discard their weapons in favor for a Noble Rapier and Hardedge*

Cloud: You can’t keep this up, you know!

“Marth”: You don’t know that!

*“Marth” performs a heavy-hitting overhead slash, and Cloud attempts to defend himself, but the slash was too heavy for him to defend against, causing him to fall face-first into the ground and “Marth” to discard his weapon, and points his rapier at his head*

“Marth”: Terrible performance, commoner. Do you forfeit?

Cloud (internally): Absolutely not. *Slowly gets up*

“Marth” (pointing his rapier to his face): Well? Apologize!

Cloud: Shut up! Give me a minute! *Internally* Hrgh, this faker’s stronger than I thought! Do I have what it takes to defeat him? Gah! What am I saying? I’ve saved two worlds in the past before! I’ve fought against strong opponents! I can do this! I mustn’t let my friends down! I must-

“Marth” (poking Cloud’s spiky hair): Ehehehe, this is fun. Would my bear hat would spring off his head because of the spikes? *Giggles*

*Cloud gives him a deadpan look*

“Marth” (nervous): A-Aahhh! I wasn’t playing with your hair!

Cloud (squinting at him, sarcastically): I’m sure you weren’t. I’m not going to take you seriously. *Takes the rapier and tosses it away*

“Marth”: Then you shall pay!

*Both summon a Parasol and a Nail Bat*

“Marth” (dumbfounded): Um...

Cloud: Screw it, let’s do it.

“Marth”: O-Okay.

*Both swing at each other haphazardly for a minute, until they tire out and drop to the floor panting, discarding their joke weapons*

“Marth” (panting): Start taking...me seriously.

Cloud (panting): No...

“Marth”: Please?

Cloud: Not...interested. This isn’t fun anymore. In fact, this was never fun to began with.

“Marth”: I’ll reveal my true identity to you AND quit this silly bravado!

*Cloud’s eyes widened, then immediately gets up and casts healing magic on both himself and “Marth”*

“Marth” (getting up): Many thanks, commo-

*Cloud glares at him*

“Marth” (smiles): ...Cloud.

*Both warriors summon a Levin Sword for “Marth” and the Materia Blade for Cloud. Both sides start swinging their new weapons at each other, taking major damage in the process. “Marth” tosses his Levin Sword, which was losing its magic, at Cloud, only for him to counterattack by slicing it in half*

“Marth”: It’s not over yet! Get ready for this one, Cloud! *Summons a thunder tome and starts charging a large amount of thunder magic*

Cloud (gritting his teeth): Hoo boy. *Sheathes his Materia Blade behind his back and cups his hands together, charging a pink, glowing orb of energy with cherry blossoms surrounding the orb*

“Marth”: Galick...

Cloud: Kamehame...

“Marth”: GUN!!! *Shoots out a beam of thunder*

Cloud: HA!!! *Shoots out a beam of fire*

*As both beams came into contact with one other, this causes a large explosion and creates a 15ft crater-sized hole in the middle of the arena*

“Marth”: Let us continue! *Unsheathes his Falchion*

Cloud (making the Materia Blade disappear, and grabbing his Buster Sword): In this setup?! A-Alright...

*Both warriors slide down into the hole and clash into an X-shaped formation with their blades, only for a large spark to occur and the Falchion and Buster Sword go flying out of their hands*

"Marth”: I can take you on hand-to-hand!

Cloud: So can I- Uh oh!

*Cloud runs at him, but trips and grabs a hair band from the back of “Marth”’s head, causing a chunk of long hair to reveal itself*

“Marth”: Ah! No! *Grabs his hair, but Cloud grabs the other hair band, revealing more longer hair*

Cloud (smirking): The jig is up.

“Marth”: Give me back my hair bands!

Cloud (hides them): No.

“Marth”: Give them-

Cloud: No.

“Marth”: -back-

Cloud: No!

“Marth”: -to me!

Cloud: No!

“Marth”: Gimme, you fool! *Tackles Cloud head-on, causing the duo to fall to the ground and the mask to fall off of “Marth”’s face*

Cloud (grunting): Agh...you damn- wait a minute... *Notices that the mask is off, then immediately swipes it and hides it behind his back* Mine!

“Marth?” (holding his face): What’s yours... *gasp* My mask! *Looks up at him, revealing who he really is*

Cloud (surprised, internally): W-Whoa! A woman?! She looks so beautiful! And...cute. *Blushes a little*

Lucina (blushes as well): W-What? Stop staring at me and say something!

Cloud (lending out a hand): I apologize. My name is Cloud.

Lucina (grabbing his hand): ...Lucina. 

Cloud (lifting her up): You fought pretty good! I mean, you did pretty good. Your skills were quite something...

Lucina (giggling): You did pretty good as well! Your skills were remarkable!

Palutena (teleporting in): You BOTH did pretty good! In making a mess out of this place that is.

*Palutena laughs as Cloud and Lucina rub the back of their heads*

Palutena: So...did you two have fun? Do you two have a lot in common or something?

Cloud (turns to Lucina): Are your parents dead?

Lucina (surprised): Yes! Is your worst enemy somebody who’s a god, or has a god complex!

Cloud (frowning): Yes.

*Both stare at each other in silence, only to tear up and embrace each other while crying*

Cloud/Lucina (bawling): MY PARENTS ARE DEAD!!! AND OUR WORST ENEMIES ARE EITHER A GOD OR HAVE A GOD COMPLEX!!! *Both continue to bawl, then immediately quit bawling as they turned to face Palutena* Sorry about that.

Palutena (internally): My my, humans can be so overdramatic... *speaks up* Anyways, Cloud. We have to go for your next match.

Cloud: Alright, just hold on. *Hands Lucina her hair bands and mask back*

Lucina: Thank you...let’s go on a date. *Covers her mouth*

Cloud (eyes widened): Alright.

Lucina: W-Wait! I didn’t mean to say that!

Cloud: Too late! *Leaves with Palutena*

Lucina (holding her hands to her face): Aaaaahhhhh...I wanna know more about him...!

*Suddenly, a red curtains falls, revealing that the entire event was a theatrical play*

Palutena (appearing onstage): And that was the story about how my girlfriend met her boyfriend. The End! *Takes a bow*

*The audience applauds, as Cloud and Lucina are hiding behind the curtains, contemplating about the exaggerated retelling*

Cloud (holding his face in embarrassment): That retelling was awful...!

Lucina (holding her hands to her face in awe): That retelling was amazing...!

Cloud (frowning): I can’t believe we had Palutena be the writer of this play.

Lucina: I mean, she may have gotten certain details wrong, but this was an intriguing retelling nonetheless!

Cloud (muttering under his breath): Goddamnit...as least Lucina’s happy...

#super smash bros ultimate #cloud strife #lucina #palutena #cloud x lucina #lucina x palutena #zos short stories

[sakuraied-blog]

;file

Name: Olgilvie Maurice Alias: Sonic Sakura Age: 26 Date of Birth: February 18th Place of Birth: Mobius Gender: Male (DFAB) Race/Species: Mobian (Long Eared Hedgehog) Language(s): English, Mobian, Eurish

Physical Description Height: 2′7″ Weight: Unknown

Body Type: Slender Eyes: Vivid green, sometimes light blue Quills: Light pink with odd cherry blossom shaped markings Inner ear fur/muzzle: Very light peach 

Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: Empathetic, compassionate, sensitive, stubborn, wary Fears: drowning, spiders, being left all alone, the pitch black darkness, being restrained Mental illness(es)/disorders: depression, PTSD, generalized anxiety disorder Orientation: Demisexual panromantic Place/Type of Residence: None; he wanders from place to place

Trivia:

-Sakura often leaves behind a trail of cherry blossoms when he runs.

-has super speed, and knows basic hand-to-hand combat.

-has sensitive hearing.

-adores flowers.

-loves pastels.

-has paw pads on his hands and feet!

-can play the ukulele & the violin.

#;file #;rowan rambles (ooc)

[brrtchu]

Part 2 - Another Sonic AU

Last time was a demonstration on how I wanted the characters to interact. Now that I have a clearer head, I want to talk about the characters themselves. I don’t got a main character yet, but it might as well be Sonic because who doesn’t represent my AU better than him?

I hand you a piece of paper with text all over it from my classified folders. The letters seem jumbled and insane, but you read ahead anyways. You wonder; this dimension could be interesting…

Pink Sonic; Primarily Sonic The Hedgehog; Goes by Pink star, coral pink, and The Lone Rider.

*Currently 18 years old, first found when he was 12 years old; Some pieces of text can be old or recent based on earlier studies.

*Currently lives in the “Western” Islands

Dynamic/personality:

Pink Sonic is mostly compliant when it comes to working with other team members, but he has a hard time communicating to them and often jumps into action by himself. Due to his speed, he can finish the job quite easily, but it’s strenuous when it comes to bigger battles. So he has to rely on other team members but all the while making sure they’re holding up. He’s concerned for everyone’s safety in the matter, which indicates that he has a bit of trust issues if he can’t focus his own fights. Even if he knows his teammates are able to, it seems he has a hard time understanding that.

For most part, after battles or even on free time, he doesn’t do much. He mostly finds a quiet space to stand there and admire his atmosphere. Really shows that he’s one to be down to earth or likes relaxing. But this constant isolation only makes his friends want to spend more time with him. He also shows a lot of humility.

He wants to always be alone, and is completely honest about it. He is practical, trustworthy, and doesn’t understand humor very well— but if he does, he reciprocates. He can respond well to being friendly with others and doesn’t struggle with making friends. One strange component though, he doesn’t actually consider the people that surround him as “friends”, merely just “acquaintances.” Mostly because he doesn’t want to get attached or feel that they should be attached to him. It’s a weird coping mechanism that may be unhealthy. Meaning that he is self-reliant.

Backstory:

Pink Sonic was found wondering the world in a spiritual realm. Apart from this planet (haven’t figured out the name yet) but he was still present. Like a veil between two worlds. He had met others before him who left to come down to the planet. But there was a twist, he wouldn’t know where he was going, what time period, who he was, what was all before this, and who he’ll become. It was one risk to take. To live. Willingly but fearfully and beautifully made. This was the moment that Pink Sonic was dubbed as the “Pink Star” by a rare chance he had been born on Earth but by unforeseen circumstances of which all of his Royal Family and relatives were killed except for him. And as he grew up, his one and only best friend who he loved— betrayed him for her country. Almost to the point of murder against him, due to his royal bloodline.

Pink Sonic continued to struggle, enduring every cost and chance of living. He still doesn’t know why he wants to live but he managed to escape her clutches barely. Pink Sonic spends most of his life living in the wilderness. He even made a camp for himself, not even knowing that he’s in the Western territory. When he was caught, the Western community welcomed him and ushered him to come stay with them. Wanting to learn who he was and what he did. It took a very long time for Pink Sonic to get used to the people there while being accustomed to their culture and ways. He continued to be homeless but helped the people there for free. Surprisingly, whenever he got his hands onto some dirty work; he looked radiant afterwards and smelled more like cherry blossoms than ever.

Quickly, he was adopted by an extrovert his age named CowBoy Tails. This was when he was introduced to his new “friends”.

Everything was going good for him. That’s what I thought at least…

I’ll add reference sheet at a later date.

#pink sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic au #sonic oc #sth #another sonic au #sonic fanfiction #sonic #CowBoy Tails #Pink Star #backstory #background #context #character backstory #information

[heavyasafeather]

I love the way things have a double life

When was the last time you attended a barbecue? Oh, jeez... I’m thinking it was 4th of July about 10 years ago.

Have you ever experienced contagious yawning? Yeah.

Can you handle movies involving lots of bugs and insects? Just barely.

Where would you like to be in ten years? Unworried.

Is this the only blogging site you frequent? Pretty much.

Were you ever a vampire for Halloween? Well, I was Marcelline one year.  And pretty much Dr. Acula since 2014, because you know... I can’t wear anything else but scrubs at work.

Are you borrowing books from anybody at the moment? Nope.

Do you know anybody who doesn’t like pizza? I don’t think so.

What is one similarity between your parents? They’re... filipino?

Do you keep scissors in your kitchen? If so, where? There’s a drawer that I guess counts as a junk drawer, but definitely as the essentials.

Is there anything on the wall in front of you? Just the thingy that holds up my alarm cloud and random shit above my computer.

What has the weather been like lately? Rainy and cold.

Do you own any products by Fender? I have a duo-sonic, and a really shitty squire.

Is there a book store in walking distance? No, but there’s a library.

When was the last time you used a pay phone and who were you calling? I have never used a pay phone.

What is the funniest movie you’ve seen recently? Wow, I have no idea.

Have you met everyone who lives on your street? I mean, not formally--but there are like two neighbors that I recognize, one who always waves to everybody so he’s cool.

You’re having trouble finding an outfit to wear for an important event. Who do you go to for help? I’ve only ever done that once, and it was Jeremy.

Is there any kind of design on your socks? Nah, they’re just white.

What color are your nails painted right now? None.

Do you have a boyfriend? ...

What are your plans for tonight? Meh.

Do you want a tattoo? If so, what of? I want to get like an irezumi half-sleeve with just cherry blossoms and that sort of wind/water design.

Are you excited to go back to school? I’m not in school currently, and I don’t know when I plan to go back.

When did you last write out your name? Like last week when I had to it on the envelope to send out with my x-ray licence renewal.

Do you ever think you’re anorexic? Only in the sense of my fucked up idea of my own body image that’ll get me to not eat... but I don’t do it so extremely.

Are you comfortable to go out in public with no makeup? I do all the time.  Only because I really suck at doing make-up to where I don’t know how to do it; I basically only would do my eye-brows if I were do put anything on.

Curling iron or hair straightener? I mostly use the straightener... to curl my hair.

Is there any band you would love to see right now? Not so much a band, but an artist.

How long until you kiss someone again? Eh.

Do you have a thing for older guys? Generally.

Would you rather write in pink pen or blue pen? Blue.

What’s your favorite tv show? Lately, the Disasterous life of Saiki K.

What show are you most excited to see this fall? --

Do you like being kissed on the neck? Sure, sometimes.

What friend can you tell everything to? Mah bro.

Do you accessorize your outfit? I mean, it’s not really for an outfit, but I’ve been wearing my Run necklace.

[marialouisestoffregen]

Failure To Launch: When Beauty Fades

Because I need to make a point, I'm just going to be immodestly candid: I was a remarkably adorable child, the kind with such rosily expressive cheeks that grown-ups couldn't resist pinching them. So when I became a teenager and then an adult, I was what you would call a hot number or something like that—at any rate, they put me half-dressed on the covers of my books to sell them, so draw what you will from that. Now that I'm in my forties, people say, I think kindly, She still looks good. This is to be followed by a phase of ... for her age, which is hot on the trail of handsome, and then—then who knows? I think it deteriorates from there, enough so that the vain among us start to look forward to death, or at least stop resisting its horrific pull.

So here's what I'm getting at: I was, at least at some baseline, a pretty girl, the kind that boys were supposed to like and sometimes did. And because I was cute all along—it's not like I blossomed into honeysuckle after adolescence—I was given to believe that love would be easy, men would be elementary, and I would have my way. I was meant to date the captain of the football team, I was going to be on a romantic excursion every Saturday night, I was destined to be collecting corsages from every boy in town before prom, accepting such floral offerings like competing sacrifices to a Delphic goddess. It was all supposed to be to the tune of some glorious Crystals song from the early '60s, when everything was still innocent, and my life would be a wall of sound from "Then He Kissed Me." Love would be simpler than tying a string bikini, the kind I wore a lot while waiting on the beach for my ship to come in.

Alas, love has been complicated.

The men have piled up in my past, have fallen trenchantly through my life, like an avalanche that doesn't mean to kill but is going to bury me alive just the same. There's really no point, this late in the day, in picking through all the boys in order—alphabetical, chronological, epistemological—but looking back, I have been in far too many scenes that could have happened in a John Cassavetes movie or an Edward Albee play, if only they rose to that literary level. I attract (and seek) bottle throwing, foot stomping, door slamming, pot clanging, hair pulling, and, above all, a lot of loud screaming and walking out in a huff—usually leaving me crying, wondering what just happened, or, more often, too astonished to cry.

Or else: There is the thrill of loving for a little while—a night, a week, a month, even a year—and then loving stops, just like that, in the coldest, blankest way, a screen going snowy at the end of a movie. There is no yelling, only silence—the kind in a Carole King song: the phone that doesn't ring, or the words you didn't say that you think of on the staircase spiraling down once the door is locked behind, or maybe even months later.

When I was still in my twenties, for several years I had this wonderful boyfriend; I'll call him Gregg—he's the one we're all waiting for: tall, blue-eyed, with this thick black hair, all smart and sensitive, an inveterate graduate student who used to rub my feet at the end of the day with a lovely pink peppermint lotion from the Body Shop. It was young and romantic. You'd have thought we were happy. I think really we were happy. He was good for me: People met him and liked me better because I was going out with him; his sweetness redounded to me like a sunny day on a dark sidewalk. I could have and probably should have spent the rest of my life with him, might have avoided scenes like the time some guy I was seeing later on chased me down Topanga Canyon with a hot frying pan, screaming at me something about learning to make my own goddamn omelets. In other words, had I just stuck with the good boyfriend, I could have prevented a good deal of extraneous craziness.

But something went wrong—terribly wrong. The calm I had during those years was like a dormant illness or an allergy that doesn't emerge until later in life, or something you don't see coming because it's coming from within: You are making yourself ill. I became seasick with contentment. It was nauseating daily, and I couldn't still myself against a funny feeling that there had to be more to life than waking up every day beside the same person. To say I was bored would be to misunderstand boredom: I did not need to take up table tennis or ballroom dancing—I needed a sense that this wasn't the end of the story. The idea of forever with any single person, even someone great whom I loved so much like Gregg, really did seem like what death actually is: a permanent stop. Love did not open up the world like a generous door, as it should to anyone getting married; instead it was the steel clamp of the iron maiden, shutting me behind its front metal hinge to asphyxiate slowly, and then suddenly. Every day would be the same, forever: The body, the conversation, it would never change—isn't that the rhythm of prison?

My imagination, my ability to understand the way love and people grow over time, how passion can surprise and renew, utterly failed me. I was temporarily credentialed with this delicate, yummy thing—youth, beauty, whatever—and my window of opportunity for making the most of it was so small, so brief. I wanted to smash through that glass pane and enjoy it, make it last, feel released.

And so, I cheated on him. With everyone I could. Bass players, editors, actors, waiters who wished they were actors, photographers. And everywhere I could, like that Sarah Silverman and Matt Damon video: on the floor, by the door, up against the minibar. I couldn't sit still or stand still or lie still. And I didn't want to lose Gregg either.

He knew, or must have known. But he was such a gentle guy that he gave me a chance to fix the damage. We were sitting at brunch one Sunday; Gregg was in his denim jacket and Sonic Youth T-shirt, his hair swept across his face, and he grabbed my hand over the table and looked at me so earnestly that if it had been a movie, the audience would have laughed. "I wish I could make whatever is bothering you feel better," he said.

"I know," was all I could say.

Months later, when Gregg found out for sure what I was doing, when he went through files on my Mac and found letters never sent to this lover or that one, he didn't want to make me feel better anymore. He threw a two-thirds-empty bottle of Stolichnaya at my head when I finally found him at a friend's house. He told me, I was your only chance at happiness—now it's over for you.

Years later, when I was dating a guy who drank much too much and did things like toss lamps around because he had a temper when he was loaded, and I was ducking to avoid some projectile and wondering how I'd found my way to this, I knew Gregg had been right: I could have been a contender; it was over.

And then, somehow, years go by.

Dating this person for three months, that one for a few weeks, sometimes longer. They come, they go, someone is always coming as someone else is going; it's not like there's no one, but it's all so lonely. I have no trouble meeting them, and I meet them everywhere: the usual places like friends' rooftop barbecues and downtown dive bars—but also in business meetings, where we end up making eyes at each other instead of working, or standing in movie lines or walking home at night. I am a hopeless, shameless flirt. I wish I were shyly, quietly intriguing, like Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy, like someone French and fashionable who knows how to twirl her ladylike locks just so and walk adroitly on kitten heels, who is all gesture and whisper—but I am unfortunately forward and forthright: When I am interested in a man, he absolutely knows it. And I like men quite a lot and convey so much excitement and heat that I can keep the game going, at least for a while. Occasionally, I meet someone truly wonderful, and my heart breaks because I don't know how to sustain the energy. It never quite starts, and I can't tell you how it ends—all this pretty persuasion is a big pull for men, but then they're gone. All of them. Somehow, I can seduce and be seduced for a moment here and there, but I can't seem to meaningfully connect. That's why it's not seduction at all; if it were, I'd be getting what I want.

And I can get what I want in so much of life. I can sell sand to the Saudis, tea to the Bengalis. I get fired from one great job and then hired by a better organization. I decide in my thirties to go to law school and get into the very best one despite some questionable credentials. It's what you would call not a bad life, even a good one.

But I am baffled by men. When they want me, I don't want them; when I want them, they don't want me. We are just shooting dirty pool. Or maybe it's more like I'm still sitting at the baccarat table at a smoky, dingy casino in Reno, it's well past 3 a.m., I'm in hock to the house, I'm drinking bottom-shelf martinis and eating stale canapés from the complimentary smorgasbord, my mascara is smudged, there's no reason to reapply Cherries in the Snow to my chapped lips, it's long past the point where any reasonable person would have cashed in her chips and gone home—but I keep thinking I still might win or at least break even one of these hours or days.

Age is a terrible avenger. The lessons of life give you so much to work with, but by the time you've got all this great wisdom, you don't get to be young anymore. And in this world, that's just about the worst thing that can happen—especially to a woman. Whoever said youth is wasted on the young actually got it wrong; it's more that maturity is wasted on the old. I was both emotionally unkempt and mentally unhinged—deeply depressed, drugged, sensitive, and nasty all at once—during the years I was supposed to be spousing up. My judgment was so lousy, I probably deserve plentiful wedding gifts—Tiffany silverware to serve several dozen—for all the people I didn't marry, because the men I dated were awfully bad choices, and I was not such a good bet myself.

These days, I am a stable adult professional—a practicing attorney, capable of common sense—but I still know how to live life on the edge. I was a terrifically brooding and mature teenager, then a whiny and puerile adult, and now I may finally approximate the grace of a person who has come of age. But it took a very long time—probably far too long. Now that I am a woman whom some man might actually like to be with, might actually not want to punch in the face—or, at least, now that I don't like guys who want to do that to me—I am sadly 41. I am past my perfect years.

No one says to my face that 41 is just a little too old to still be dating—in fact, people like to point out how it's normal these days, which is also true—but I know what's up. I just moved a couple of months ago, and I made a determined effort to put my effects in order. I went through a box of old photographs and contact sheets from shoots I had done throughout my twenties and thirties, pictures in all kinds of poses, various stages of dishabille and froufrou and frippery, too much makeup and barely a bit of blush, Kodachrome and black and white, in studios and hotel rooms and cornfields and corners of streets—piles of portraits, marking a life. And I looked at the girl in all these images, as varied as they were, and still I could see the same person somewhere in there. But most of all it wasn't me anymore. It's not what I look like now—I have aged since. Oh, it's nothing to cry about, nothing to mourn for—I probably have another decade before I really start to look old, but something has changed.

I don't know what it is—I don't have wrinkles or age spots or any of the telltale signs that the years have gone by. Thank God for La Mer and Retin-A and Pilates—and, yes, hot sex, which is good fun and may be no more than a Maginot Line against the inevitable, but that's not nothing. And my hair, honey-highlighted for years now, has the swank length of mermaid youth—which is how I plan to keep it no matter what proper pageboy is age-appropriate. No question, there are physical facts about my age that are undeniably delightful. I am much sexier now than I used to be—I suddenly have this voluptuous body where I used to just be skinny and lithe. Really oddly, a couple of years ago I got serious breasts, to the point where people think I've had them surgically enhanced, which I certainly have not. Still, I think, the honest truth is that I'm just not as pretty as I used to be. Something has abandoned me. I don't know what that thing is—they've been trying to jar it and bottle it for centuries—but it's left, another merciless lover. My hips are thicker, my skin is thinner, my eyes shine less brightly—will I ever again glow as if all the stars are out at night just to greet me? What finally falls away, after enough things don't go as planned, is that look of expectancy—which, when worn down to pentimento, is revealed to be exhaustion.

So here's the funny thing: There seem to be more men coming around these days, and they keep getting younger as I get older—I'm an interesting, mature woman to a man in his twenties, while to a guy my age, I'm just jaded—but I think they are falling in love with a person I used to be, with a girl in a picture, with an idea or an image, not with who or what I am now. Because with every passing second, I feel I am less physically desirable, even though I'm finally, in fact, a desirable person. It makes no sense, it's not fair, and it sucks.

I'm hopeful that there will be a moment in the next few years when I'll be more striking than ever because some aura will wash over me in that way that these things just do: as when feminine confidence and feisty intelligence overwhelm the depredations of age, and suddenly women smolder anew—running companies, winning Oscars, reaping millions, landing heavenly younger men. After all, there are many famous women who seem ageless, like Catherine Deneuve; or have aged sexily, like Susan Sarandon; have aged voluptuously, like Catherine Zeta-Jones; have aged beauti­fully, like Michelle Pfeiffer. But eventually, at some somber and sobering calendar date, most of us lose our looks and likewise one of our charms—and I will lose mine. At which time, for me at least, there won't be much point to life anymore at all.

I don't want to look back at what was, tell stories of once upon a long time ago, of what I used to do, of the men I once knew way back when, of 1,001 rapturous nights that were and are no more—I don't want my life to be the trashy and tragic remains of a really great party, lipstick traces on a burned-out cigarette at the bottom of a near-empty champagne goblet. Sex and sexuality, at least for me, are not some segment of life; they are the force majeure, the flood and storm and act of God that overtakes the rest. Without that part of me, I'd rather be dead. And I know all I can do right now is hold on tight to the little bit of life that's left, cling to the edge of the skyscraper I'm slipping off of, feel my fingers slowly giving way, knowing I'm going to free-fall to a sorrowful demise.

Maybe I would not have to hold on with such tough white knuckles if I'd done things right when I was still young.

Oh, to be 25 again and get it right. People who say they have no regrets, that they don't look back in anger, are either lying or boring, not sure which is worse. Because if you've lived a full life and don't feel bad about some of what you did, pieces are missing. Still, there are some mistakes that one is eventually too old—either literally or spiritually—to correct. I can't go back.