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sunlightwoo · 3 years

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Run With Hell | Ride Along Prequel

☀︎ pairing: bad boy!sunwoo x fem!reader

☀︎ genre: summer fling au, angst, squints of fluff, bad boy au, lovers to exes au warning: suggestive/sexual language and content, mentions of alcohol and partying

☀︎ wc: 4.1k

☀︎ plot: summer hues may bring in the summer blues, but this one person you spend your summer with just so happens to be the one person that you needed in that moment. instead of the place that he needed to end up being in, he lets you take him back to your place and see where it goes from there, thinking that maybe it might just be a summer bet and nothing more than that.

☀︎ a/n: this was originally a scrapped idea back from like 2018 and i never brought it back up to surface until recently these last few months actually from when i started planning ride along and then sunwoo’s verse in hate came out, which sparked more ideas!! so i hope you guys enjoy the prequel to it, in which you learn more about the history between Sunflower and Sunwoo’s relationship, even though this is not one of my best oneshots im sorry :( it can be read as a standalone, but it’d be cool if you read this and then ride along if you haven’t read it yet!!

read ride along here!

track one: moonlight | i never knew, you could hold moonlight in your hands

The soft breeze of the summer winds blew past your hair, your arms wrapped around yourself as your eyes were trained on the scenery in front of you. Comforts of the beach seem to have always made you calmer than you have been, and you think that these last two years of your life had been a fever dream considering the roller coaster of events that you have been through.

You remember waking up in a hospital the night that your brother, Jacob, had an important race to compete in, and because of that, you didn’t want to break his winning streak by being bad luck. The moments prior to that were unable to be recalled for as the only reliable information you can get was from the doctor, explaining that you had consumed something before you had blacked out that had made you almost comatose, if it weren’t for someone that had saved you that night.

There were often times where you thought about what had happened at that exact moment, but it didn’t distract you from where your mind had been leading you the following day when you were discharged already because of Jacob. You weren’t sure where he had gone that moment, but all you could remember was reading a note with his scribbles that mentioned where he had left it.

A final decision that he had to decide on with a gig that he had gotten for his music career was what he had been working on, and you couldn’t be happier for him. That following morning, you found yourself at the cafe that was across from where you were staying temporarily, eyes darting across the beautiful cursive chalk that was written on a board for the menu, and you couldn’t help but feel like there were a pair of eyes that were stuck onto you.

With a quick glance around the shop, even if there wasn’t a line behind you, you noticed a guy that sat by the window with his eyes trained onto yours. An accidental eye contact, you might’ve thought to yourself as the handsome stranger had given you a small smirk across his lips, but you have already turned back around to quickly place an order for a tea that was taken to go.

You had known who he was, considering his name was already spread among the city that you lived despite it being your summer before your first year of college. How it had easily slipped from your own tongue if anybody were to ask you, who is the biggest playboy that is known in your graduating class, and it had to be him. If it weren’t for the fact that he had an overpowering aura that radiated from him, then maybe you would’ve gotten to know him more.

But you didn’t want to, because you knew what guys like him were like.

It was guys like him that made you want to hide away into the comforts of your personal safety net because you knew he was too beautiful and confident to be good. A chaotic driven force that you think was meant to be encountered with was what he had seemed like, ready to clash into your lawful good that the more that you thought about it, you wondered what more of him was like if you were to say hello.

Now it was a little over a year later in the summer before your junior year of college and you think that it’s comical that somehow the same stranger had caught your heart. After a semester and a half of trying to win you over as a friend throughout your first year, he was able to convince you that maybe hanging out one spring night at the beach wouldn’t be too bad, right?

“Sorry I’m late, Sunflower. Got stuck trying to find a way to park the car without dealing with some asshole again.”

Your eyes look up to meet the same warm ones that welcomed you as the red hair he had coated this time around seemed to have blended in with the night sky. He takes a seat next to you and wraps his arms around his knees that were being hugged close to his chest, until he takes a look over to you once more with a soft smile on his face.

“It’s okay, Sunwoo. I haven’t been here that long anyways.” You reply quietly, giving him a smile back as you bit back everything that was on your tongue.

You had already been there for almost two hours waiting for him, collecting your thoughts as you wondered what the two of you were in that exact timing. There were times where you wanted to just kiss him as a way to shut him up whenever he rambled or said something dumb, but there were also the mixed signs that made you wonder if he had ever thought about you the same way that you did in the past two years.

One too many shared secrets and kisses were often exchanged, but the two of you had always remained friends with too many benefits as you found your way back to the other. It was almost as if you were magnets, opposites that attracted to another and now you were trying to find a way for it to make sense under the moonlight that was brightly shining tonight above you.

“Can you sing me a song, bubs?”

His eyes turn to look at you, who had been staring at him after breaking away from your own thoughts, as he nods in response and opens his arms for you to find your place in them. He wraps his arms around you securely, holding you close to his chest as the soft voice that came from his throat produced a sweet song that you easily recognized as one that he had told you about for a while.

It felt like you were being put under a sleeping spell as you looked at him, wondering how even under the moonlight, he was almost the most ethereal being in the world. It was as though he was carrying that luminescence in his hands and placed it above his head at all times, making sure that whenever you needed to just be held, he was there to do so for you; another reason why you were so conflicted with what you both had.

However, maybe it was after a confession or two after that soft lullaby that it ended up being enough for you. Maybe being with him was enough for you, and for that you had also regretted it at the same time, because you knew that you were in for a ride with hell’s spawn.

track two: sometimes | cause we’re collecting moments, tattoos on my mind

“Are you ready for our getaway?” You hear someone say behind you and turn to look at Sunwoo, who had been standing at your front door for a moment now.

It was the hot morning of July first after a long night being with him, and it was a spontaneous decision to head out on a little road trip away from the city. You wanted to go to the seaside, you had told him just hours prior, and he had told you about a little place that he used to stay whenever he was in a mood to go on vacation and escape the realities of the world.

So you packed your bags and were ready to go as you walked up to him with a big smile on your face, one that mirrored his own as he pulled you close. By placing his hand against your lower back, the space between you both becomes almost invisible as he pecked your lips in just a quick second, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sudden action that came from him.

Even after a month or so of dating, it still felt like you were floating on cloud nine despite the fact that you had been doing this for two years or so already. Being with him felt like you were able to conquer on the world, and you knew that might not stay long despite the shared whispers of the cursed eight letters that were often said when you spent nights together.

You wanted to tattoo every moment that you were with him into your mind, because from then until now it had only felt like you were living in a daydream. He had given you nothing but love and made you happier than you would’ve imagined making yourself, but you were okay with also accepting the fact that it might not last long considering there were often times where you might clash thoughts and argue.

By the time that you both made it to where you were staying, you were amazed with how elegant it looked on the inside, despite the fact that it seemed smaller on the outside. You think that maybe you were in a movie as you looked around, but it wasn’t until you turned around to see Sunwoo being busy on his phone that you wondered if this mini getaway was going to be worth it.

“Everything okay, bubs?” You ask while putting down your stuff, sitting on top of your bag as he gives you a small smile before nodding in response.

To him, he thinks that you are one of the most beautiful things as the sun was practically shining on your face as it seeped through the large glass windows of the house. It’s almost amazing that he found himself falling for you quickly, but he wonders how much of that smile will last on your face before he does something to mess it all up.

He wants to tattoo the moments where he’s able to make those smiles on your face with his sincerity, the him that he wants to be with you rather than the person that he decides to be to everyone else. Yet somehow, there was something about your innocence to him that made him want more than just what you had then and now, but he was scared of what he might become if had actually gotten it all for himself.

“Yeah, everything’s okay. Let’s go sleep for a bit before we spend the night having fun, hmm?”

track three: bad decisions | You've become my favorite sin so let 'em keep on talking

He knows that he isn’t good for you.

His reputation of being the residential bad boy was no match for your heart, and you both knew that. After spending the first two weeks getting to know the ins and outs of the bay, you made some quick friends even though you spent a majority of your time back at where you were staying with Sunwoo. The way that his hands had always felt like fire on your skin was exhilarating as every kiss you shared was more intoxicating than the last.

You could tell that he was getting tired of it already, because you’ve noticed that the fire that was once in his eyes was dying out, and you were scared of it. Even his words of reassurance of loving you and for not leaving your side by then was made, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to trust his words every time that he spoke of them.

“Are you sure that you’re in love with me?” You whisper after the highs and frustrations that were spent into what you had done earlier had been let out.

The two of you had argued about how he never seemed to have paid more attention to what you were doing when the two of you were out at the street markets today, his phone seeming more important than exploring the depths of shops that were opened by small businesses. You confronted him about it, thinking that maybe he was involved with someone else and that you were just wasting your time putting your love into a relationship that was one sided.

However that wasn’t the case, as he told you that one of his friends was updating him on a situation that involved their family.

“Why wouldn’t I love you?”

Those toxic eight letters felt so foreign at the tip of his tongue as he looked at you, who laid your head on top of his chest. He didn’t know what love was, and he felt like the biggest jerk for also leading you on knowing that in the end, he was going to leave. He wasn’t sure when he was going to do it, but he knew that you were slowly catching onto his plan, and he hated himself for making you feel as though you weren’t enough for him to stay.

He wants to give you the pain that he had felt once in the past, and ruin the sweet innocence that you held in your eyes. He’s heard stories about you as well, the same way that you had heard stories about him, and he knew then that there was something about the way you talked and expressed your beliefs that made him want to be indulged into you more.

“We don’t feel the same anymore.” You whisper, eyes meeting him as the moonlight that used to capture his eyes so perfectly seemed as though it was dying out.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you watched him stay silent for a moment, his eyes still looking into yours but he still held you close to his heart. He doesn’t know what to say at all and he regrets it a little more for dragging you into this game that he started playing with his own heart on his sleeve, but he doesn’t know when he should stop, because to him, it feels like this game that he made was still not done yet.

But he can’t find the heart to tell you to run, before he can do it.

“I promise I’ll love you more than I should be loving you. You’re my sunflower, the same way that I’m your sunshine, and it’ll stay that way.”

track four: leave me lonely | you’re a dangerous love, maybe you’re no good for me

It was a little over a month into your getaway, and it feels emptier than it was when you first started the entire trip.

The nights that you shared together were less filled with meaningful words and actions, but more filled with moments that were there to make the empty void that was present full with whatever you two had wanted to do. You could tell that he was on the verge of just walking out the front door and leaving you because of how the increasing arguments that were made continued to be more present, and you could’ve sworn that if he wasn’t going to be the first to leave, then you would.

It was another occurrence tonight where you had gone out to eat as a date, since you wanted to fix what might’ve been missing these last few weeks of summer that you might’ve not done. However, it didn’t happen to work as you noticed how Sunwoo was already preoccupied on his phone almost the entire time, and you were fed up by the end of the night as he was driving you both back home and he had taken the time to text back whoever it was that seemed more important than you, who had been nothing but patient the entire night.

“Am I seriously not fun anymore, that you’ve spent the entire date texting whoever it is on the other end?” You half jokingly asked while turning to him, watching as he had given you a confused look on his face while the two of you were waiting for the traffic light to turn green to go.

“I haven’t been texting someone the entire time-”

“Then what did we do today, besides eat at the restaurant because we sure as hell didn’t talk the entire time that we were there.” You retort, the joking tone that was previously in your tone no longer there as he looks at you for a split second before putting his phone into the cup holder that was between you both in silence.

The green light finally switches and he drives again as you could tell that he knew you were right, the silence overbearing you both as neither of you spoke afterwards. You wanted him to bite back, but you couldn’t help but be impatient this time around with what he had to say, because he always seemed to brush it off these days about what he has been doing when he wasn’t with you, or when he leaves mid-argument and comes back the next morning making it up.

“You’re just overreacting, don’t worry about it, Y/N.”

He hasn’t called you by your name in a while considering he had only been calling you by Sunflower for a long time now. It was almost like whiplash as you stared at him, who was now driving back to your place with the night sky behind him and you wondered what you had even done wrong when you were just wondering who he would keep texting.

Maybe he was cheating on you and he didn’t want to admit it, you think to yourself as you curled up into a ball in your seat and looked outside your window to hide the pain that was present in your heart. Was there could’ve been something that you might’ve done wrong that could just made him bored throughout the last two years that you’ve known each other, where it was you that might’ve been in the mess up stance?

That night, you couldn’t even remember whether or not you have slept properly considering he didn’t sleep with you, but rather slept on the couch in the living room.

Was this what the start of heartbreak was like?

track five: touch it | Why do you say you want me, then tell me you're not coming in?

“How long have you been lying to me about everything?”

Tears were pricking the corners of your eyes as you stared at the individual in front of you with your heart on your sleeve, wondering what his next move was. Your throat was raspy from how much you were yelling out of anger and frustration earlier, and you wanted to know how long you had been playing his game.

“Two years.” He replies, his facial expression never faltering as his hands were in his pockets and eyes boring into your own.

His phone was placed on the couch beside you as you had found his texts with his best friend about how being with you was all for a bet of money; and he had won. All he had to do was to make you play his game and purposely break your heart, only to win some sort of prize that he would win at the end, but at what cost.

“I didn’t mean anything to you, did I?” You whisper as you cross your arms in front of your chest, waiting to hear whatever else he had to say, but you couldn’t help but wipe away the stray tears that were already falling down the apples of your cheeks.

Yes, you meant everything to me, he wants to say as he looks into your heartbroken eyes, and he was willing to give up everything to walk over to where you were to wipe your tears for you. But there was also the thrill in his blood that made him feel a bit prideful that he succeeded in being the asshole that he made himself out to be to everyone but you.

He had won the game, he acknowledged and it was over for him but he also knew that there was just a little bit of guilt that still lied inside of him. He doesn’t know what to say as he watches you start to crumble in front of him internally, and he knows you’re tired of all the lies that he had been feeding you since the first day.

So he had decided on running away after he said his last words, because like you had predicted, he was hell’s spawn that loved creating a chaotic masterpiece. As much as you hated him in the moment, he knew that you wouldn’t be able to let go for a bit, and maybe this was his chance to leave so that he doesn’t have to think about you anymore.

And he does as he walks away with the wind as he closes the door on you both, leaving with the sounds of his car already leaving and you know that he wasn’t coming back.

You think that it’s your fault anyways for wanting to believe in what you had was genuine, with every time that he had said it was true. But like you thought in the first place, where guys like him wouldn’t last, was true, because now you were in the place that held everything that reminded you of him. You wanted to trash the beautiful pain that was in front of you, but you also felt numb at the same time, not wanting to do anything but to just mourn the stained heart that was on the sleeve of your arm.

It was there for the world to see; tainted with toxic love that only you had for him, and it was now spilling out with his last words echoing in your head.

“I never loved you in the first place, because you were only just a game to win.”

bonus track: lovesick girls

The loud silence of the crackling fire resonates in your ears as you stare at the burning car that was less than 50 feet in front of you. Your knees were tucked into your chest as you stared at it, wondering where it all began to go wrong as the numbness of your heart continued to stay there. He had been gone for weeks, as you had expected him to run away for that long, and you hated yourself for falling for a guy like him in the first place.

He was intoxicating, addicting; the one person that you had given your entity to, only to have it crumble up in the palm of his hands.

You hated him and knew that this would be the last time you’d ever want to see him, since you were going to start going back on track with your goals and dreams. Starting next week you were set to start the fall semester into your junior year of college as it was now almost mid September and ready to run for the life that you wanted to have from the start of the summer before you had met him.

You think to yourself that maybe it was him that had ruined it all, or maybe a piece of you didn’t want to admit that it was also your own for not being cautious enough. The entire summer felt like you were running with the devil himself, and that the air you were breathing in now, the very one that you can finally collect your thoughts in, were your moments of freedom as you blinked back the tears of the memories that had played in your mind of last night that ended it all.

“All you ever did was run away from us in the first place, Sunwoo-”

“And I was wrong for doing it, that day that I walked out and left,” He says and you could see his eyes glimmer with what seemed like sincerity in the form of tears, just as the sun that was setting around you both began to make your skies darker than they were before.

“But that doesn’t mean that I regretted walking out, because I knew that we would’ve only hurt each other more if I had stayed.”

The silence that was overtaking you both was faster than that as your eyes continued to lock onto one another’s. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do in this situation, because you very much so loved him and all his imperfect beauties. However it felt like he was the constant fire that was burning your skin with every touch that he was able to make, and you didn’t want to be a part of that cycle that would continue with him, especially after finding out about his bet with his best friend at the most.

So in retaliation, you did what you should’ve done in the first place, resent and ignore him, as you knew that this should be the last time that you see him again in this life.

“Then I think you should just leave for good then, Sunwoo. Don’t ever try to find me again, and if you do... we will never do us again.”

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partnersatfazbear · 3 years

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Sketchbook Pages 41, 42 (according to my notes)

Hope you guys are enjoying all these double uploads of art and fanfic =XD I’m just really wanting to leave yall with something to tide yourselves over!

To give some background info, I’ve been: drawing a lot of anatomy, especially legs; drawing a lot of non-FNAF fan art (because I’ve been playing old games as a comfort mechanism--I am absolutely miserable without my things and it sucks)

Page 41: I scribbled a lot of notes... Spoilers for RS Chapter... 17? Some fluff, some crazy!Will. I drew his face upside down and like... ya know without turning the paper, and it came out pretty creepy. I hate it XD I reread RS and I just really love William talking to the Spring Bonnie head. I’d probably watch an entire movie of him just crazy rambling, venting, and crying over this inanimate thing he loves. It’s really where you can tell William has gone off the deep end. Even though this was an idea I had originally, I’m glad that TSE’s actually reinforced the idea somewhat. Rewatching FNAF 6 again cuz why not... my wife and I always joke that Henry would encourage Mike to purposely fuck up the Scraptrap salvage mini-game. XD Drew a little comparison of my Mike and William, since they are very similar. The top drawings were done in a pen I prefer, but I misplaced it (like always) and had to switch to a more liquid pen and... well, my sketches get super sloppy with it since the heavier ink tends to dab and smear. I drew this spoiler sketch for Sammy and the AlmagAfton and was wondering where I got the inspiration from (pretty sure it was End of Evangelion. I’ve been biding my time waiting for my wife’s vacation to watch Evangelion 4.0 and it sucks waiting. End of Evangelion, which 4.0 is a recreation of, happens to be in like my top 3 anime films of all time, so...) ANYWAY, I decided to give CEO!Sammy a rabbit... he names it PJ... I very very much picture him like a Bond villain and that’s OK. =:) Oh, the random girl in the center is my personal OC. I wanted to draw her in the night guard uniform >>; She’s a cop in my universe, anyway...

Page 42: The top left has some scraps from other pages (you aren’t missing anything, I was doing non FNAF comic page planning underneath). These were done in pencil, hence the shade difference. Drawing faces and emotions is a huge comfort for me.Like I said before, I reread RS and it’s such a shame Elizabeth and Charlotte didn’t hang out more “on screen”, as I think Charlotte would be this quiet, mature type; Elizabeth is an impulsive and stubborn type (like their old men, I guess). So, like, Elizabeth could get Charlotte to open up more and Charlotte could teach Elizabeth some manners XD There’s a small sketch in the center of a (badly drawn) William for the scene when the Mangle prototype briefly comes to life due to the dog remnant. It’s a creepy scene in the story, even if the theory is universally hated now. It’s not something I believe, really, but I NEEDED it to happen so William could discover Remnant. There’s more angry William and a few more sketches of CEO!Sammy. I really have fun drawing him and I was refining the idea from the previous page. He’s one of many posessed by Glitchtrap, so I tried to show that... (Also, it bothers me that he looks like Rasputin from Devil Summoner: Raidou Kuzunoha 1, BUT its fine. I’ll deal with it.) Please ignore my Aerith sketches. Since my PS4 HDMI died and I can’t get it repaired and I can’t find/afford a PS5 and I haven’t experimented with remote play as a back up yet, I can’t replay FFVIIR, so I’m playing FFVII on my Switch again. Aerith is probably my favorite character of all time, so...

As you guys may have guessed I’m really revving up on inspiration to try and finish Truth Seeker... I think I will be posting more of it soon as the final two chapters of RS come out.

If you like my work, please reblog it, share it, or at least comment and let me know what you loved =:) I really wanna cater more to you guys, but I have no idea where to begin!

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triplethreatsonic · 4 years

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Triple Threat Drabble: The Stranger

Here it is, the drabble I said I’d share with you guys! I’ve done a sort of hybrid thing with this where there are one or two images integrated into the text that are basically like comic panels. (think Diary of a Wimpy Kid but hopefully more classy.) So make sure you pay attention to them as you read!

Also, this is a work in progress. So please don’t judge it too harshly :)

Hope you guys enjoy this!

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Sonic was not a slow eater. He hadn't been one as a child, and at age seventeen he certainly wasn't one now. The hedgehog rarely spent more than a few minutes to inhale his food during lunch period. Today was no different— after making quick work of the cafeteria's lasagna, Sonic had pushed his plate aside and was now settled with his left leg comfortably draped on top of his right, one hand fiddling with his shoelace.

Across the table from him sat his friend, Knuckles the Echidna. Knuckles, who was one of the slowest eaters Sonic had ever seen, still had half his meal on his tray and was gradually picking away at a small bunch of grapes. "Probably." His eyes stayed on his hands as he smiled. "I don't think it'll be too bad, though; I'm looking forward to the history paper."

Sonic smirked. "I bet you are. I wonder what you'll write about this time. Maybe"—he cocked an eyebrow—"the ancient echidnas?"

"How'd you guess?" Knuckles smile widened as he dropped the now-empty grape stem onto his tray. Then he sighed, stretching his shoulders back. "I doubt the library has any new books on the topic, though. Seriously, they need an upgrade."

“Man, you're telling me. The other day, I—!" Sonic's thought was suddenly cut short. If you had asked him what he'd just been talking about, he probably couldn't have told you.

"No way..."

Something, or rather someone, had caught his attention— someone on the opposite side of the cafeteria, who had just sat down at a faraway table perpendicular to Sonic's position.

It was a male hedgehog— that much was obvious. Looking at him, Sonic could make out his dark jeans, white t-shirt, and thin red-and-black striped flannel with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. The stranger sat, seemingly in silence, listening to a white female bat sitting across from him.

None of this was what made Sonic stare, however; it was his quills.

Their coloring wasn't necessarily unnatural for a hedgehog, but it was certainly unusual. They were black, the top of each quill traced by a long red stripe. Sonic had never seen anything like them.

Except that he had-- several times. He'd seen them in his dream.

"Hey, Sonic! You ok?"

Knuckles words yanked Sonic out of his trance and back into the buzzing world of the lunch room. "Wha—? Oh, sorry man. Heh, guess I kinda zoned out for a second."

"What were you staring at?" Knuckles turned in his seat to scan the room behind him.

"Nothing!" The word flew out of Sonic's mouth much quicker than he would have liked. He quickly brushed it off with a shrug. "I just remembered something I gotta do before lunch is over. I'd better run—see you later, alright?"

Knuckles looked like he didn't quite believe him. "What do you gotta do?"

Sonic’s face smiled as his brain racked for an answer. "Uh, homework. Never ends, am I right?"

Now it was Knuckles turn to smirk. "Heh, right." He picked up his mini milk carton and took a swig. "Well, good luck. I'll see you in fifth."

"Later, Knux!" Sonic grinned and picked up his tray from the table, keeping his movements casual as he made his way to the garbage cans. Behind his calm exterior, however, Sonic's mind was racing. It was a coincidence. It was a weird coincidence. But that's all it could be, right? Just a really weird, off-putting coincidence that meant nothing. Absolutely nothing at all.

So why was he so antsy all of a sudden?

Frankly, Sonic didn't even know why he had left Knuckles in such a hurry with that dumb fib about homework. What was he hoping to do? Was he planning to talk to the Weird-Coincidence Guy?

Well… it wasn't the worst idea.

Sonic's eyes flicked upwards from his tray; the black-and-red hedgehog was easy to pick out now that he knew he was there. Sonic's hands moved automatically, scraping his plates as he kept his eyes fixed on the stranger. The white bat across from him finished her sentence, waved, and then left, walking out through the cafeteria's main double doors. The black hedgehog watched her leave, a soda can held tightly in his hands. He barely moved at all.

Sonic dropped his plate unceremoniously into the designated bin. Now that the idea had entered his mind, he couldn’t shake it: he had to talk to him. As nonchalantly as he could, Sonic began weaving around chairs, backpacks and tables, gradually making his way to the strange hedgehog.

He was practically on top of him now. Sonic stopped walking, the black hedgehog a mere four feet ahead of him. He was facing away, hands still holding that soda can. Without so much as a second thought, Sonic smiled and said the first, most natural thing that came to his mind: “Hey!”

What happened next was the last thing Sonic had expected. The black hedgehog turned at his voice, saw him, and froze. His face paled and his eyes went wide. Something like an electric shock seemed to go through him, and the can in his hands crunched.

Brrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiing! The five-minute bell shouted rudely across the cafeteria, startling them both, and they were drowned in a wave of standing students. The black hedgehog was instantly blocked from view as three hundred teenagers, Human and Animal, began gathering their things and preparing to leave for classes.

“H-hey, wait a sec!” Sonic tried to see past the masses of knees and elbows, but quickly found that to be useless. He wasn’t one to give up easily, however; in seconds, Sonic had jumped onto the nearest table and was craning his neck to see over the sea of heads. Where could that guy have gone so quickly? Suddenly—there! Sonic barely caught sight of striped flannel as its wearer ducked around the corner of an adjacent hallway.

"Hey, dude, wait up!" Sonic was down in a flash. After shoving his way through the crowd he sprinted into the hall just as his target ran left down another. He called after him. "Yo, black hedgehog!" It became a game of cat and mouse as they chased each other down seemingly countless hallways and past endless classrooms. Sonic was fast on the track—the fastest in the state, in fact— but somehow this guy kept eluding him with all his constant turns.

Sonic finally whipped right around the ten-billionth corner only to come to an abrupt halt— the hallway ended just twenty feet in front of him. Sonic looked over his shoulder, then back at the dead end. He was positive this was the direction the hedgehog had dodged... so where did he go?

"Hello? Uh, you down here, man?" Sonic slowly walked forward as his question echoed in the empty hall. "I just wanna talk for a second."

Silence.

Then out of nowhere a blur of movement slammed into Sonic's chest, smashing him against a line of lockers. Sonic's breath was knocked out of him, and it took him a second to realize what had happened: standing there, with his forearm crushing Sonic’s ribs, was the black hedgehog. His eyes were mere inches away from his own. They were a bight crimson— to Sonic's astonishment, the color he expected them to be— with a ferocious, wild expression in them. There was also the depth of something that Sonic couldn’t quite name.

"Why are you following me?” he demanded.

Sonic’s hands flew up like a man held at gunpoint. "Woah, dude! Chill! I'm … I'm sorry!” It was still difficult to breathe. "I'm just… I just wanna… wanna talk!"

They stood there locked in place for a moment, both hedgehogs panting. A minute passed, and gradually something seemed to shift in the black hedgehog's eyes. He glanced downward at the arm that pinned Sonic, then back up at the hedgehog's face. Then he backed a few paces, his hands lowering to his sides.

Sonic pushed himself off the lockers and rubbed his chest. "Wow, you hit hard! You play football or something?" He gave the guy a smile. "Sorry. I probably really weirded you out back there—I said hi, but then the bell rang and you ran off and—"

"And you chased me." The hedgehog's voice was deeper than Sonic's when he spoke, with a sharp edge to it. The guy looked close to graduating— frankly, with his stern face, he barely looked like he belonged in high school at all. His arms moved to cross in front of his chest. "What do you want?"

"Uh..." Sonics brain suddenly froze. In that moment he realized that beyond his first hello, he hadn't actually thought of what he wanted to say to this guy. "I… I'm not sure. I just wanted to say hi, I guess."

"Why?"

"Well, um... aw, shoot, this sounds really stupid now." Sonic's smile turned sheepish. "I wanted to talk 'cause… you look kinda familiar?"

Other than a slight eyebrow raise, the black hedgehog didn’t move. His voice dripped with contempt. "Where on earth would I have met you before?"

"Heh, funny you should ask." Sonic shoved his thumbs in his pockets. "Uh, how long've you been at the school?"

"Three weeks."

Sonic did a double take. “Wait— really? Like, it's your first semester? But… you look like a senior."

"And?"

"Oh, I dunno... I guess thats just kinda rare, you know? New seniors? I'm a junior, myself." Sonic smiled, but the black hedgehog didn't flinch. He cleared his throat. "Well, anyway… You really do look super familiar to me. It's kinda freaky, actually."

The dark hedgehog's eyes narrowed. "And why would you say that?"

Sonic wasn't sure what reaction he'd been waiting for— maybe a good laugh, if anything— but it certainly wasn't what the black hedgehog was doing now. His shoulders hitched, fingers digging into his forearms. Even more surprising was his face; it had that same haunted look Sonic had glimpsed before— back in the cafeteria, right when the stranger had first seen him.

And then all at once it was gone, replaced by the earlier scowl. "That's ridiculous.”

Sonic’s hand dropped down from where it had been resting behind his head. “Um… yeah. Yeah, it is.”

They stood there in a heavy silence. The black hedgehog drummed his fingers against his arm. “Is that all?”

Sonic stared back at him. “… Yes.”

The other hedgehog looked at Sonic a moment longer, annoyed expression unchanging. Then with a ‘hmph’, he turned away abruptly, walking back towards the hallway through which they had come.

Sonic watched him leave. He felt the urge to say something, but nothing came to mind. Well, that was weird. What had he been expecting though, really? The whole reason for him talking to the guy was weird to begin with. It was funny; though Sonic was usually very confident around strangers, this whole conversation— which he himself had initiated— had made even him uncomfortable.

Sonic began to turn the in the opposite direction to head to his own class— only find himself staring at the dead-end hallway again. Whoops. There was only one other way to go.

The black hedgehog’s ear perked as footsteps echoed behind him, and he turned his head sharply. Sonic’s hands shot back up in the air again upon being caught. “Sorry, ignore me—my class is this way too.”

The stranger glared at Sonic a moment, then turned back and kept walking. Sonic waited a second, allowing for some space, then continued on behind.

There was almost no other sound as the two of them made their way down the hall. Sonic slipped his thumbs back into his pockets, trying not to look at the stranger. Eventually, he let his eyes drift to the back of the hedgehog’s head. What was up with the guy, anyway? He sure was a tough nut to crack— tougher than even Knuckles had been when they’d first met, and that was saying something. This guy refused to be warmed up in any way, shape, or form. Sonic had nothing to work with here, and it left him at a loss.

Eventually Sonic couldn’t stand the silence anymore. “Hey,” he ventured, “sorry I got on your nerves back there."

If the other hedgehog heard him, he gave no sign of it.

A few more seconds passed. Sonic took a breath. "I probably shouldn’t have bothered you. It was kinda silly to say anything at all, to be honest. I probably wouldn’t’ve, either, if I’d only had the dream once. It's just weird, you know? ‘Cause I don’t even know you, but this guy that looks exactly like you is in the dream every single time, along with that other hedgehog—”

“I don’t care!”

Instantly, the black hedgehog was in Sonic’s face. Teeth bared, fangs showing, a threatening finger nearly stabbed Sonic in the eye. “I’m going to say this once, Blue Hedgehog. I don’t care about your dreams. I don’t care if I was in it, or that white hedgehog, or you, or anybody! And I’m tired of hearing about it.”

They stood there a moment, with Sonic for once in his life standing perfectly still. The black hedgehog’s finger lowered as he growled. “Are we clear?”

With the finger out of his face, Sonic slowly straightened. Ok, talking more was definitely not going to take any tension out of the air. He opened his mouth to give a simple reply.

Then something clicked. “Wait... How did you know the hedgehog was white?”

The scowl on the stranger’s face faded slightly, the air seeming to still. “What?” he breathed.

“The other hedgehog,” said Sonic, "I never mentioned what color his fur was.” Now he leaned forward, studying the stranger. He met his eyes. "How did you know it was white?”

The stranger gave no response. The blood had slowly drained from his face, leaving it ghostly pale as his mouth hung open wordlessly.

Then suddenly his face clenched, and a hand jerked out to slap Sonic away. “Enough!”

He dashed off. It took Sonic a second to recover from the unexpected shove. “Wha- Hey, dude, wait!" He sprinted around the corner ahead. "Where are you going—?!"

The black hedgehog was gone.

Sonic stood staring blankly down the empty hallway. What the heck? Thoughts swirled around his brain—half of them were questions, and the other half were answers that didn’t make sense. He leaned his left arm against the rough brick wall next to him.

Had “white” simply been a guess? A stab in the dark? Was that the color everybody thought of when they pictured the average hedgehog?

Or did he know, too?

Another blaring brrrring! from the bell startled Sonic out of his thoughts. “Aw, shoot.” He was late for chemistry. He took off at a sprint.

A few minutes later, Sonic would come rushing through his classroom door. He wouldn’t remember that he needed to grab his textbook from his locker until he was already inside. No excuse would be given when when his teacher scolded him, declaring solemnly that being the school’s track star did not justify him arriving late to class. Later, when everyone was paired up for experiments, Tails would ask him where he’d been; cutting it close was normal for Sonic, but arriving seven minutes after the bell was not. Sonic would hesitate a moment. Then he’d give his best friend a smile, ruffling the fur on his head. “It’s not really important,” he’d say, “no worries. Let’s just get these reactions done.”

Hours later, in dark of his bedroom, Sonic would still be thinking about that black hedgehog.

#I got it out today!!! I said I would and I did!#Hedgehogs are surprisingly hard to write guys! But I've been working on this for a while and have had a lot of fun with it.#I hope you like it too!#I'd love to hear your thoughts on it :)#my writing #triple threat sonic au #sonic au #sonic #shadow #knuckles #tails #my art

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bookaddict24-7 · 3 years

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I said at the beginning of the year that I would share my reviews more on my blog instead of just on Instagram and Goodreads. I’ve been reading a lot so far this year, so my reviews will be delayed on here. I’ll hopefully post five (mini-ish) reviews per week!

Friend me on Goodreads here to read my reviews in real-time!

Since I’ve already posted the first ten reviews on here earlier in the year, we’ll start with reviews for books 11-15. Let me know if you’d like me to re-post the earlier reviews in this format!

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11. The Call by Peadar O’Guilin--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

“I’ve had the ARC for this book on my shelves for YEARS. I’m happy that I also have an ARC of the sequel because this book was a lot more entertaining than I thought it would be. This is such a unique fey story. The idea that in a dystopian world, teenagers are essentially stolen for three minutes to be hunted down and tortured is something I’ve never seen before. I enjoyed the unique premise AND also the other story of our MC having to survive not just the imminent call, but her horrible classmates. My attention was captured from the very beginning and I can’t wait to read the sequel!”

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12. Waiting for Tom Hanks by Kerry Winfrey--⭐️⭐️.5

“I remember when I first heard about this book, I was excited. I loved the concept and am a huge fan of romcoms. And then I read this book. The MC uses her love of romcoms as the base for her ideal man to a toxic level, even going as far as just being impossibly naive. Her idealization went from adoration to obsession. It was worrying and the real MVP is her best friend for calling her out on it. In this book, her best friend was the best character. She was also a massive bitch. She was just so rude for no apparent reason other than a nickname given to her by the love interest. The poor guy couldn’t even breathe without her snapping at him. Sure, it’s supposed to be this cute enemy (not enemies because she was the one that hated him) to lovers, but there’s a line between dislike and pure rudeness. Also, that conclusion. There’s a moment near the end after the big climax happens (and it wasn’t even a big event, it was pretty tame) where she is again her unreasonably rude self even though there is no reason really for his sudden turnaround. Also, hey, the spice? I KNEW it would be tame af. I just KNEW it. These books should come with a warning, aha. Anyway, I wasn’t a big fan, but others might like it—it just wasn’t for me.”

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13. To Sleep in a Sea of Stars by Christopher Paolini--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

“Okay, first thing I’ll say is that this book is COOL. The concept and the action scenes are really neat—it’s like reading a super sci-fi version of Venom, aha. The second thing I’ll say is that this book was way longer than it needed to be. This could have easily been multiple books. Props to Paolini for not leaving his readers with huge cliffhangers, but this was just so long. It almost felt episodic, like each part of the book was another problem they had to solve. I did like the arc of the MC and how she had to not only learn to live her new life, but had to work through her grief. She was a powerful character who was ultimately flawed enough that it made her even better. The cast of characters around her all had so much life and loved their interactions, especially Gregorovich. I listened to the audiobook alongside the physical book (because this is a SUPER intimidating book) and the way the voice actor said his name made me smile every time. That computer, in my opinion, was the best comic relief in this book. He also made me think of AIDAN a lot (from ILLUMINAE). The last bit of the book is just 100+ pages of glossaries and timelines and I’ll be honest, by that point I was exhausted because again, LONG book. I’d recommend this to anyone who like space operas and pretty cool action scenes. Also, if you’re a fan of Marvel, this one felt like it in many aspects.”

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14. The Reptile Room (A Series of Unfortunate Events #2) by Lemony Snicket--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

“Alright, this one was better than the first book! These poor children just can’t catch a break and seeing as this is only book two, I am both nervous and excited to see what other problems they face!”

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15. A Rogue of One’s Own (A League of Extraordinary Women #2) by Evie Dunmore--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

“I’m so glad this book was as fun as it was! I’m always so worried when I read a sequel or companion to a book I really enjoyed. But this book was fun, sexy, and had the beautiful trope of enemies to lovers. Much like with the first book, I thought it interesting to see what the suffragettes went through—especially while falling in love. This book raised the important question of what to do when you are fighting for something that seemingly (on the surface) opposes what you’re currently experiencing. Not only did this book have a great conclusion to that question, but the author also offered some more insight in the author’s note. This isn’t a five star read for me because the characters were so frustrating. I do love that they grew and learned from their mistakes, but sometimes I wanted to throttle them. Anyway, this is a great series if you’ve recently watched Bridgerton and want more historical romance with humour and sexy times!”

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Have you read any of these? Would you recommend them?

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Happy reading!

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justapayneaway · 4 years

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It took me a while to compile all these Ziam fics, but here we are with a long list of beautiful stories for everybody that is interested in reading Liam & Zayn fall in love or be in love a lot of times!

A big shout out to every single fic writer out there in the world... You’re amazing and I thank you every single day for the amazing stories y’all write!

Enjoy and have a good read ❤️

0k - 20k

There's so Much that We Need to Share by Lovelyziam (1k) The sight of snow didn’t make the cold worth it to Zayn, no. It was this: Liam’s body snug and soft in front of him, pressed tightly to Zayn’s chest while he sat between Zayn’s thighs. It was his arms wrapped around Liam’s waist and their fingers interwoven beneath their pile of blankets. It was the warmth radiating from Liam’s back and slowly seeping into Zayn, making him sleepy and languid despite the freezing press of Liam’s toes against his own.

Sunshine through my window by sunnysideup (2k) Fic idea about Liam being a happy puppy in the sun and Zayn hears him through his window, sees him for the first time and poof, he's in love.

Drive Safe, I Love You by JoMouse (3k) Liam surprises his son with a day at a Motorcycle Bike Show. While there, he finds out about Mini Moto and meets the man who runs a team.

I Know The Sound Of Your Heart by LibbyWrites (7k) Liam always adored the peace and quiet of his neighborhood. Until a new neighbor shows up and turns his world upside down with much more than just loud music.

Most Poetic Ride or Die Death Wish by LetTheMusicMoveYou (10k) Or the one where Niall convinces Liam to join Tinder and a slight miscommunication might make it the best mistake he's ever made.

Get a little bit nervous by louistomlinsons (14k) Ziam farmer's market au where liam, louis, and niall work at the produce stand, harry and zayn work at the bakery stand, and nobody's straight.

Favourite Entertainer by eternallyunleashed (15k) Zayn is a popular YouTuber well known for uploading song covers and original music on his channel and doing podcasts on murder mysteries. He’s amassed a couple million followers and dedicated fanbase. After endless requests from fans, he introduces them to his boyfriend Liam and does the ‘boyfriend does my makeup challenge.'

Just the two of us and a cute little cup of cyanide by orphan_account (17k) An I-accidentally-married-my-best-mate-in-Vegas fic, where Liam's completely oblivious, Zayn's completely in love, Harry's had enough, Louis plays mediator and Niall just wants his best friends to be with each other.

Only Place I Call Home by scottmcniceass (17k) Liam works at a coffee shop; Zayn is a homeless street performer who plays just outside the shop. Sometimes Liam brings Zayn coffee and donuts and in exchange Zayn sings for him.

20k - 40k

We are the quiet ones by englandziam (22k) University AU where Zayn is an English student and Liam is the football captain.

Until you believe it by lizee (23k) Where Zayn and Liam meet at a sixth form party and Zayn offers to tutor him. He doesn't expect himself to fall in love with the kid while he's at it.

Ridiculous by scottmcniceass (24k) They are every cliched high school story. The jock and the rebel. The popular boy and the outsider. They shouldn't fit, and they definitely shouldn't work, but they sort of do anyways.

Wake up the part of me that has fallen asleep by nooelgallagher & yoursongonmyheart (24k) The one where Liam discloses something incredibly personal about his sex life and Louis hatches a plan to help him - which may or may not include Zayn.

Can I Keep You by scottmcniceass (26k) Liam is always trying to do what's best for himself and his daughter, but raising a kid on his own at twenty-two, on top of juggling school work and a full-time job, isn't easy. Zayn just wants a chance to show Liam that he's not going to walk out on them. And Liam's daughter, Emma? She just wants to keep Zayn.

I just can't keep you too far from my thoughts by halleluzayn (28k) The YouTuber AU fic where Zayn is not a beauty vlogger, Liam types like an over excited teenage girl, Louis is a Harry Styles fanboy, Harry is basically Ed Sheeran, and Niall is Liam's video editor that really needs to get laid already.

Down the vista of years by ohthathurt (cloisterrific_221B) (30k) Zayn whispered, “So where do we go from here?”Liam shrugged, seemingly lost in thought. Then he smiled down at his boyfriend, “Forward?”Zayn smiled serenely, eyes twinkling like gold in the sun seeping through the open windows. He nodded, “Forward.”

I'll Be Strong For You by scottmcniceass (30k) When Zayn breaks his leg attempting to skateboard over Harry's car, he ends up stuck in the hospital for two weeks. The only thing he doesn't hate about the hospital is the gorgeous volunteer, Liam, who is almost annoyingly sunny and happy. But Liam's got a secret a secret hidden behind his impossibly bright smile.

It's Always Darkest Before The Dawn by historyziam (30k) At a time in his life when Zayn thinks he has forgotten what genuine happiness feels like, Liam comes into the picture and changes everything.

Somehow I Still Carry On, Burdened By Fears by slashter (31k) Liam's been kidnapped but doesn't remember Zayn and Zayn struggles with loss and love and heartbreak all over again.

You Never Give Up On Me by sunshinexbomb (31k) In which Zayn is an English teacher tempted to write awful poetry about the warm coffee color of Liam's eyes, Liam is a primary ed teacher and single parent who thinks he's too busy to be in a relationship, Niall and Harry are the sickeningly cute newlywed teachers in the school, and Louis is a drama teacher who is not-so-patiently waiting for the day of his own wedding.

The Truth Will Set You Free by loveandbeloved (34k) Zayn wakes up the next day to the news that Liam has taken on the case of the kid, to oppose Zayn and prove that he isn’t a killer.To say he’s pissed beyond belief goes without saying, but somehow he thinks that he should’ve seen this coming.

So let's say, I'll come another day by sophieisgod (36k) Zayn meets Liam in 1999, swinging on the gate in his back yard. Liam meets Zayn in 2010, killing time in McDonald’s on the most important day of his life. They have adventures, conquer the world, and fall in love. A story about fate, timing, free will, wonky genetics, parallel universes, significant tattoos, emotional haircuts, sudden nudity, sex crying, and a Batman t-shirt from HMV.

Be cruel to me ('cause I'm a fool for you) by frenchkiss (37k) The one where Zayn is a stressed out single dad, Liam might just be what he needs, Louis and Niall are always happy to babysit and Harry's a loud snorer.

I’ll never stop choosing you babe, i’ll never get used to you by redsweater (37k) Zayn and Liam are happily married until they're not.

Twisting to the sun and the moon by orphan_account (37k) (2nd part is also amazing!) Liam has three simple, non-negotiable rules when it comes to one-offs. And he doesn't ever fall for someone he associates with hotel sheets and lust. But this kid, Zayn, twists things inside of him he's not expecting. Suddenly, the rules don't make any sense at all.

My Reflection; All I See Is You by taecheeks (38k) (There is a 2nd part too!) This life, it's forever. That's what being immortal means, but Zayn didn't realize it would take him this long to realize it. What good is forever if nothing else is?

40k - 60k

Every Step by taecheeks (40k) Every step Liam takes, it's for her, Lily. And every path he's journeyed has somehow led him to Zayn.

Here I Stand by StormDancer (40k) Zayn lifts his chin, turns so that he’s facing Harry. He doesn’t look at Liam, because he can’t bear to look, and because he’s really not trying to be mean or pointed. Liam can do what he wants. But Zayn drew a line in the sand a long time ago, and it matters. “I’m not hiding, Haz. This is who I am. They can deal with it.”

You're The Shining Distraction That Makes Me Fly by Romancemesomeziam (40k) Zayn is a recently new single father, falling into his role without ease until Liam, his son's first grade teacher, helps him a little to adapt to the new lifestyle.

Lover Dearest by scottmcniceass (43k) "First rule, babe," Zayn says, leaning down. His lips slide over Liam's jaw, barely there, just a soft pressure, fleeting and gone as soon as it came. "Never trust a vampire."He's grinning as he climbs off Liam, heading for the door. Liam watches him go, thinking that he's wrong. The first rule should be to not fall in love with one.

Some moments are rare by orphan_account (46k) Zayn is spending a summer studying aboard; thirty days across Europe, with his best mate by his side. It's always been like this ― Zayn and Liam. And he's always been a bit daft about love, or the fact that Liam's always been in love with him. It's all a bit of a mess, actually.

Until two and two is three by orphan_account (47k) They're perfect for her, Lily, even if she's their best mates' daughter -- except they hate each other. But life plays out a little comically and a lot tragically sometimes. And Liam will never get over how much he loves Lily or how much he hates Zayn, but they're all she has left now.

Like Peter Pan (Or Superman) by orphan_account (48k) Zayn has spent most of his life up until now in a cloud of smoke, hiding from his past, being different. When a firefighter named Liam rescues him from a fire, Zayn starts to realize maybe Liam's saved his life in another way... and he's not quite sure he's ready to be that guy he should've been all along. But maybe, just for Liam, he can?

Good Thing At a Bad Time by scottmcniceass (49k) Zayn prefers to be on his own. It's easier to survive when you don't have to worry about anyone else. Liam leads a large group of people that have taken residence in an abandoned prison. When Zayn wakes up in a prison cell, all he can think about is finding a way out. Liam makes him want to stay.

It keeps my veins hot (the fire's found a home in me) by loveontherocks (51k) The one where zayn survives a fire and falls in love with the firefighter that saved him.

Not Happening by scottmcniceass (53k) Zayn and Liam are roommates. They hate each other. (Most of the time.)

And you take me the way I am by orphan_account (54k) Liam needs a date to a wedding. His family loves to match him up with blind dates. He doesn't want that. He needs a date... and, well, why not Zayn. Pretending to be boyfriends for a weekend isn't the worst idea he supposes. Liam is horribly wrong.

It's You by happily_missy (56k) Liam is a PA for a famous fashion designer and Zayn is their gorgeous new model. Or the one where Liam is in control of everything except for the fact that he keeps getting hard around Zayn and Zayn refuses to admit that Liam might be everything he's been looking for all along.

Your Lips On Mine by zipplekink (56k) The one where Zayn is a camboy, who likes to think about the fit mechanic with a liking for leather jackets and scruffy beards from uni during his shows. And Liam, the mechanic, who realizes his new roommate is Bradford, the man with the smooth skin covered in tattoos that Liam watches late at night with a hand wrapped around himself.

Face to Face by JoMouse (57k) Liam's fiance lost her ring. Zayn found it in his girlfriend's rucksack. What happens when the ring brings them face to face?

Floating On The Water by scottmcniceass (58k) Liam just wants to get through his last summer working at Malik Resort before University without incident. Of course, life is never that easy, and he ends up getting roped into giving the bosses son, Zayn, swimming lessons. That wouldn't be so bad, if Zayn didn't happen to hate him so much.

Hold on When You Get Love (and Let Go When You Give It) by orphan_account (59k) Where Zayn's studying Lit at Uni and Liam is a construction worker who catches Zayn's eye every day he passes by.

Let Me Drown Slowly by fruityoatey_bahhh (59k) The one where Liam's a prostitute, and Zayn just wants to be kept warm at night.

60k - 80k

These Faded Stars Along Our Horizons by ch3stpaynes (60k) Zayn isn't used to this; the buzzing feeling that comes along with pinched grins, cherry red lips and eyes like Sunday morning coffee. He's used to smogged out cities, not enough oxygen between each breath and perhaps a few spliffs with the boys when the weather isn't absolutely dreadful. And Liam Payne may just flip all of his priorities upside down.

Habits Of The Heart by taecheeks (61k) “I’ll be really good to you,” Liam whispers, sliding an arm under Zayn’s shoulder like he is a pillow. Zayn closes his eyes, remembering when Liam had said those same words to him while laying on his chest before they started dating. The same feeling rattles in his chest, the same uncertainty, the same need for his words to remain true.“I know,” Zayn whispers, massaging his fingers through Liam’s hair. “You always have.”Liam pushes up, brows furrowing together as he stares down at him, the humor in his face turning far more serious. “And I always will, Zayn.”

I See You Babe, But We Are Both Blind by SoftlyandSwiftly (61k) One Direction returns to London for a break from their Take Me Home Tour in August 2013, and after an unfortunate run-in at a coffee shop, Liam and Zayn find themselves in a fake relationship. Except, it ends up not feeling fake at all.

Run For the Woods Now by jmcats (62k) (there are other 3 parts to this one so read them all because they are amazing!) Zayn knows some of the best and worst moments start with one of Louis' ideas. Still, it's almost as if everyone knew where this, his life, was going when Harry and Liam moved into Wagner’s old flat, with that stupid plant sitting in the doorway, and too many cigarettes and Justin Timberlake for any of this to have been one of those classically clichéd love stories.And Zayn doesn't do clichés. Not until Liam, that is.

Some Love Wait Till Its Time by wasp (63k) University!AU where heart-in-the-right place but always-trying-to-save-people Liam Payne meets slightly pretentious hipster Zayn and tries to mend his broken heart.

Keep this love (in a photograph) by carissima (64k) The one where Liam's a fireman, Zayn's a photographer and yeah, there's a calendar shoot or two involved.

The bittersweet between my teeth by gaysubtexts (64k) Liam and Zayn grow up together, louis, niall, and harry tagging along later on.

According to your heart (my place is not deliberate) by orphan_account (65k) A university-volleyball au in which Zayn hates the game but he does it for a scholarship. And for Louis. And possibly for the new freshman setter who keeps teaching Zayn new things.

The beauty of this mess by orphan_account (67k) Zayn loves this city, loves his boys, loves the salty taste of the surf on his tongue even though he hates the ocean... but he's not expecting to fall in love with Liam and all of his little secrets, too. Not enough to stick around in this sandy city of teenage dreams.

Let's pretend it's love by wafflehood (68k) Pretend!boyfriends fic in which Liam and Zayn get papped while hamming it up for Louis and Eleanor, and management decides the easiest way to deal with the resulting hysteria is to let it run its course.

Simple truths of belonging by soofyahn (68k) Liam spends ten years building the career for himself that he’s always wanted, and spends the same span of time falling out of communication with the one person he can’t reason why he misses. They find each other, again, stumbling around each other for a moment until they fall together in new, unpredictable ways.

Until the End of Time by theyinlove (68k) Zayn Malik lives a pretty decent life. He’s got an incredible family, a nice little place for him and his three sweethearted dogs, an amazing group of friends, and a good, stable job. Aside from the bouts of depression he may occasionally fall into and the intense anxiety he battles, he feels good about where he is in his life. But what do you get when a hunky fireman, who also happens to be a piece of sunshine on earth, walks into a bar? You get a cautious of love man realizing that, shit, maybe some people might be worth the risk of heart break.

The Prince King by ziamhaze (69k) At twenty, Zayn finds himself a widower and single father of one. It takes everything in his power to raise the three month old alone while also keeping up with his budding career as an artist. Five years later and Zayn’s more dedicated than ever to do whatever it takes for the little boy to have a better life than the one he had at his age. When that includes hiring a professional carpenter to build him a treehouse, Zayn finds himself having to figure out how to win the man’s game of cat and mouse before the structure’s complete, or risk missing out on someone who makes him want to spend the rest of his life mixing oil paints together in order to find the exact shade of warmth that the contractor exudes.

These amber words on our fingertips by orphan_account (69k) Zayn's life in London is about one thing — making life perfect for his son. He's still finding himself in this city, with all of the noise and left behind dreams. He needs to focus and Liam is, well, distracting. He's different. Zayn's always liked that word.

These fading scars by lovely_ziam (69k) Vampire!AU in which Liam falls in love with a human.

But the sun comes up instead by blackwayfarers (71k) Zayn Malik, charming and confident fraternity vice-president, meets shy but achingly endearing high schooler Liam Payne at a kegger and everything just goes straight to hell.

The Only One Who Takes You Home by loveandbeloved (71k) The fluffiest stripper AU in which businessman!Zayn and stripper!Liam have a lot of feelings and they both get more than they expected.

Just let me know by SoftlyandSwiftly (72k - this one has two more parts so read them all!) Zayn wakes up in a hospital, eyes blurry and head pounding, only for a doctor to tell him he's lost two years of his life. And if that's not awful enough, something's different with Liam, off like something has changed, and Zayn doesn't understand. Until he does. And then it's somehow worse.

Money Moves by mmaree (74k) A Fake Engagement AU with Boss!Liam and Secretary!Zayn.

Give love a try, one more time by iwasnthere (75k) Zayn groans, "Liam, do you ever get tired of annoying me?""Nope" Liam replies, popping a chip into his mouth. "Because it's cute watching you lie to yourself""Excuse me?" Zayn looks at Liam bemusedly."You're lying to yourself when you say that ‘I annoy you’.” Liam does the quote unquote thing with his fingers, smiling. “Admit it, you like me.""You've been asking me out for the past year and a half,” Zayn states, “the answer you always get is no, and I'm pretending?" he asks incredulously."Yep." Liam grins, "I'll get that yes one day, Zayn." “Keep trying.” Zayn gets out, trying for snappy but it ends up sounding amused. Damn it.

Through the summertime, winter, spring, and fall by taecheeks (77k) They change with the seasons, burning bright during the summer and biting cold during the winter, but that feeling of being in love Zayn found in the summer clings to him through it all.

What We Become by scottmcniceass (78k) “Nervous?”“No.”“It’s okay if you are,” Harry says seriously. “I mean, I know I would be. Like, if there was ever a date that was destined to go bad, it’s probably this one. Werewolf goes on date with the son of a werewolf hunter, who’s also training to be a werewolf hunter when he’s older, while another pack of werewolves are practically massacring the town, and no one has no idea how to stop them. It's not a question of what could go wrong. It's a question of what could possibly go right, and I'm willing to bet the answer to that is nothing."

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Kick, Push by ziamhaze (85k) World champion street skateboarder Zayn Malik has been on top of the sport’s rankings since he turned pro at 15. So when the Olympic Committee announces that skateboarding will be included for the first time at the 2020 Games, he’s thrilled to take on the challenge while representing Great Britain. There’s just one thing standing in between him and adding another title to the record books: his crippling performance anxiety. But when Team GB Skateboarding’s awarded a physiotherapist with an affinity for experimental therapy methods and a crinkly eyed smile, Zayn thinks he might just have found his ticket to bringing home gold.

Pride by iwanttowriteyouafic (86k) The one where Zayn and Liam strike a deal to help each other through their dirtiest nights, but Zayn's perception of alphas may be preventing him from something purer.

Compartment 451 by ziamhaze (88k) Zayn’s a muggleborn wizard whose parents leave him to fend for himself once he’s made aware of his magical abilities. The Payne’s are an open minded wizarding family, who take him in and provide the boy with a loving home before he and their overly excited son Liam, go off to Hogwarts for the first time.

Tunnel Vision by scottmcniceass (90k) In which Zayn is an award-winning popstar with a knack for getting himself in trouble, and Liam is the bodyguard he didn’t want to hire who has a few problems with staying professional.

Z.A.Y.N. by ziamhaze (92k) For six years, international R&B star Liam Payne has topped the charts with his unique, upbeat songs. Even though he’s proud of where he’s gotten himself, he knows he can’t take all the credit; there’s one particular songwriter that goes by the name ‘Icarus Kalim’ that’s played a huge part in his success. Because of the writer’s ability to craft thought provoking tracks that touch Liam in a way he didn’t even know was possible from afar, the celebrity makes a musical exception for ‘Icarus’, buying the man’s songs for himself, even though he swore he would never put his name on something he had no help in creating. But what happens when Liam finally tricks the soulful poet into meeting him after years of not even knowing what the man looks like? Is ‘Icarus’ really all Liam’s made him out to be in his head or will he be unlike anything the singer could’ve ever dreamt up...

Colour my senses cherry red by thilia (96k) Zayn Malik, closeted gay pornstar.

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Lost for Words by AGreatPerhaps12 (102k) The one where Liam has a stutter and zero self confidence, and Zayn has a carefully controlled temper (also starring Louis and Harry as that disgustingly-in-love couple and Niall as the only straight guy around, apparently).

Slow and High Tempo by taecheeks (103k) "I just want you, Liam," Zayn whispers, skating his lips across his. "Can I?"Liam's lips part more as Zayn's do, exhaling slightly as Zayn's words sink in. He doesn't understand what they mean, but he knows he meant it when he said Zayn could have anything he wants. His eyes flicker open to stare up at Zayn's dark ones, filled with a warmth that seems to consume Liam as he waits for him to respond. "Yeah, babe."

Deadpool by rorz94 (111k) Zayn Malik, a multi-millionaire good doer/artist, is targeted by a lunatic serial killer for no reason. Enter hot charismatic detective Liam Payne in the investigation of his case. Payne is assigned to protect Mr.Malik as a punishment from his supervisor but Liam does not think it's such a bad punishment to stay close to the attractive young man.

Permanent by scottmcniceass (114k) At twenty-six, Liam has made a name for himself as one of the best football players of his generation. He's in the prime of his game when a car accident threatens to end his career permanently. Depressed and hating the world, Liam heads back to his home town to take some time off and find himself again. He doesn't expect to find life pretty much the way he'd left it eight years ago, and he definitely doesn't expect to find something that might make him want to stay permanently, but that's what he gets.

Hello kisses sweet as wine by xxcaribbean (123k) Zayn doesn’t expect mr. payne to have all the answers, and he certainly hadn’t meant to leave an impression. So, this isn’t really a love story. Well, it shouldn’t be.

Intoxicate Me, Mesmerize Me, Obliterate Me by eternallyunleashed (280k) There was a certain heat obtained from rebellion that even the actual throes of heat never sparked. Keeping up an image of perfection; being the good kid, the perfect son to the Mayor and Chief of Police, the city of Lincoln’s sweetheart omega, it was all taxing to Zayn. Walking the thin line of danger was exhilarating. Was it coincidental that this danger happened to be an attraction to a certain alpha who was none other than the leader of the South Side Vipers gang, who seemed to despise him and the part of town he came from? Probably not. But when had anything ever stopped Zayn?

Can't Help Falling in Love with You by eternallyunleashed (518k) Zayn is an 18 year old just out of high school who is going to start pre-med in NYU in September. Liam is a 26 year old CEO of a major company and also an ex-football player. Their paths cross when Zayn lands an internship at Liam's company thanks to Harry and their lives are completely thrown off balance.

#ziam #fic rec #liam payne #zayn malik #I really hope you enjoy this #it took me a whole afternoon to do this #help lmao

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loopy777 · 3 years

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RE: WIPs game: do I even want to know what Dicebenders is is it another scam how many times are the Gaang gonna get arrested for scamming

No, this time it's me scamming people. XD The dice in question are the RPG Dungeons & Dragons kind.

For a while I was doing a screencap webcomic in the style of "DM of the Rings" and "Darths & Droids" with another creative fan named Captain Boomerang. I was the scriptwriter and selected the screenshots for each panel, and Capt-BA would assemble the comics and improve my scripts (a process that did frustrate me a little, as I felt locked out of the revision process, but I did like the results. I just felt like I wasn't holding up my end of the partnership a bit). I wrote a story bible explaining the characters and storytelling rules, planned out the adaptation of the entire AtLA premiere, and had less detailed plans for the rest of the series, but we only got 6 comics in before Capt-BA went on a trip and never returned to the internet. I did manage to re-establish contact with her long enough to get permission to continue the comic, but the problem is that I have no image-editing skills whatsoever.

If I could find comic-making software that I know would do what I want and be easy to use, I wouldn't mind dropping some money on it, but everything I've looked at is trying to do lots of things I don't need. I only want a way to import existing pictures into comic grids, and then easily add dialogue bubbles. That's it. But the stuff I've found is more about image-editing than comic assembly, and it takes me an hour to put together a dialogue bubble that looks good. So I have 3 scripts that were never produced, which along with the planning docs are what's in that WIP folder, and I don't ever see myself going beyond that.

Besides, someone else already managed to complete something like this, and while I'm not a fan, I don't need to be. At this point, Dicebenders is dead. I'm glad I tried it, and it's a shame it didn't work out, but I'm happy with the other projects I've done instead.

I am squatting on an empty Tumblr for it, though.

Anyway, to share something new, here's the first section of the Story Bible I wrote to make sure Capt-BA and I were on the same page in terms of characterization. The rest of the bible details the plotlines for full series.

AVATAR: THE LAST DICEBENDER

BIBLE

Premise- A small group of players attempt to run a fantasy martial arts RPG that winds up essentially becoming the Avatar saga, or something very close. The main point of the series is comedy, based mostly on ridiculous links between Avatar and RPG's. Sometimes the humor will be in the vast difference between what happens in the comic, and what happens in the cartoon with the same screenshots. Other times, the funny will come from the unexpected ways they converge.

SPIRITUAL PREDECESSORS

DM of the Rings- The original, and my personal favorite. It's a good showcase of how to run a single quest together, while using narrative jumps to skip to the good bits.

Darths & Droids- A similar project, this stands out from its predecessor in two main ways. The players and GM are more friendly with each other, and are more or less having fun with each other. There is also a running, coherent storyline in both the game and in the lives of the players.

Benders & Brawlers- This is actually an existing attempt to do Darths & Droids with Avatar. This is helpful as an example of what we DON'T want to do, retell the Avatar story in a completely straightforward manner, with RPG players behind the characters.

CHARACTERS

None of the characters will be given real names. The players shall always be referred to by their character names, although this can be done in a teasing, ironic manner. When the characters are speaking, their dialogue bubble must always be attached to an image of the character.

The Gamemaster- The GM is a female in her early teens. She is a geek, and a bit of a social outcast for it. Nevertheless, she's trying to make that work for her, although she's not quite mature enough to make it happen yet. She has just discovered RPG's, and in her enthusiasm has gone all out in starting her own campaign. The only problem is that she doesn't know how to recruit players, so she ropes her best friend and little brother into playing with her. This is the GM's first campaign, so she'll a little in over her head. She knows the mechanics of play, and what she's supposed to be doing as GM, but doesn't have the fine skill in crafting an engaging RPG experience. Still, she wants to do her best, is willing to learn, and has a positive attitude about the whole thing. The GM has a strong crush on the Sokka player, but the only way she can express it is by having all the female NPC's flirt with the Sokka character.

Katara- Female in early teens, and the GM's best friend. Katara's player was friends with the GM from when they were both in grammar school, so while they have grown up into wildly different personality types, they are fully loyal to each other. Katara is popular, and outgoing, and doesn't care or know about geek stuff at all. She's only playing the game because the GM begged her to. At first, Katara is clueless about RPG's, and frequently questions or ridicules the mechanics of the game. She never quite gets into the idea of role-playing, but quickly takes to the idea of meta-gaming. She'll have her character act like a righteous do-gooder, because completing missions and fighting bad guys earns XP. She hoards items that will boost her stats. She'll advocate abandoning a mission/plot if it doesn't pay out enough rewards. Katara's player also can tend towards trying to Mary Sue her character, but this is inconsistent and usually shot down by everyone else.

Aang- Male in junior high, and the GM's little brother. He plays simply because his sister has cajoled him into it, and there are hints that he's getting some kind of reward or payment for it. He abuses his position by forcing the GM to give him what he wants in the game, even if it breaks the rules- access to the restricted Airbender class, the ability to bend all four elements, overloaded stats, an Avatar State that protects him from dying, a magic super flying cow ride, etc. However, it's important to note that Aang's player isn't a jerk. He's just immature, and like all kids, just always goes for what he wants via the easiest path, and doesn't realize that he may be causing trouble or hurting feelings. He's enthusiastic about trying out this RPG thing, but he has trouble coming up with any action beyond attacking or retreating. He's also hyper aware that the GM and Katara are girls. He is too old for cootie concerns, but thinks that girls are fundamentally different creatures with their own incomprehensible concerns. Having a big sister, he doesn't find this a big deal, just part of life. Aang's player is too young to be a geek. He likes cartoons and sports and fantasy and school-dramas. He also tends to follow whatever his sister likes.

Sokka- Male in late teens. This guy is your quintessential RPG player. He has is own top-quality dice, he's played campaigns and systems of all kinds, and knows the tropes of the hobby cold. He's a huge geek for all things geeky, but roleplay is easily his favorite. He's a social outcast, but he's made friends among his fellow geeks, and thinks life is just fine. Sokka's player joins when he meets the GM at the comic/games shop they both frequent. The GM was buying some sourcebooks and material to support the fantasy martial arts game she's running, and Sokka noticed, asked about it, liked what he heard, and got permission to join the game. What Sokka doesn't realize, because he is a geek and neither has experience with it or realizes it's even possible, is that the GM is sweet on him. This manifests in the character Sokka's canon luck with the ladies, only kicked up a notch. *Every single* female NPC flirts with him, whether it's appropriate or not. Sometimes player Sokka notices and tries to roleplay it, and sometimes he's just plain confused. Sokka has a few quirks. His best set of dice are his Lucky Red Dice, which always roll high when he needs it, but have been tested and proven to be fair dice. He also mandates that every character he plays use a boomerang; he was turned into a geek by the first video game he ever played, a Legend of Zelda title, and his favorite weapon from those games are the boomerang. Each of his characters has a unique, named boomerang.

Zuko- The GM's favorite NPC. She created him to be a compelling, dramatic character, with a complicated back story, moral struggles, badass loner personality, angst about his existence, a darkly noble quality, and a cool scar. The GM intended Katara to get to know Zuko, for her to try to woo him away from the side of evil, and perhaps to even have a romance with him. The PC's, however, couldn't care less about him. To them, he's just another mini-boss, and the fact that most of his character development is happening "off screen" means they don't realize that he's recruitable. A frequent gag is Zuko delivering a stirring monologue while no one pays attention.

Iroh- Background NPC. The GM tries to use him to give (ignored) hints to the players.

Toph- (tentative) A male munchkin gamer who picked a long list of weaknesses in order to get superbending. Toph's player is a friend of Sokka's player, brought in after an "incident" with his old group, and causes some initial resentment in the group when tries to show the n00bs how its done. Cowing Toph's player is a major victory for the GM.

Momo- NPC, but maybe make him a talking sidekick who gives the players hints when the GM is really exasperated?

Azula- the GM's best favorite villain. Azula is the GM unleashed, letting her take out frustrations on the players in both combat and harsh taunting. Eventually the GM comes to like the character so much, she retcons mental health issues into the character's backstory, and has her pet NPC, Zuko, spare her.

#dicbender #avatarpg

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blue-eyed-korra · 4 years

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Lauren and Kieran’s Relationship: Action not Words

*Mini rant before the actual post:

So apparently someone shared my post about Kieran to the Purple Hyacinth group on Band (shoutout to @lanxyuu for showing me this) and a bunch of people there liked it including Sophism herself which is crazy because this comic has become my life??? And the work she and Eph do is amazing??? And she said she liked my brain!?!?!? AHHHHHHH- sorry I’m still shook but I honestly can’t believe that she actually liked my work just... AHHHHHHHH!

*Mini rant ended here*

Anyways, seeing as how I’m currently a broke, unemployed, soon-to-be-grad student under quarantine, I have no coins to fastpass the last episodes of PH. Believe me it is the greatest tragedy of my life. But I still wanna write more about PH so what should I do? Well I decided to write about how we can learn more about Lauren and Kieran’s relationship through their non-verbal interactions. By looking at how they act around each other rather than just what they say, we can get a better sense for what their relationship was like before episode 43, and where it may go from there. Now I’m not gonna talk about every single time they interact with each other because some are irrelevant, it would take way too long to write and this post would become even more of a mess than it already is.

Now you might be thinking this is just an excuse to discuss one of my favourite ships because their relationship in the comic isn’t the greatest rn and I don’t want to/can’t accept that they may not get together (in the foreseeable future), and you’d be right. Let me have this.

Ok so the first scene I wanna talk about is the very first physical interaction they have where they’re not actively attacking/trying to kill each other. I’m talking of course about when they make the deal to work together in episode 11.

What I like about this is that it’s both impersonal and intimate, because they’re both doing this for their own reasons and they both see the other as a means to an end, but it’s also a blood pact. Kieran cuts his hand and offers it to her, and Lauren accepts in kind. They’re becoming bound to each other, but all in the common interest to take down the Leader.

The same can also be said for when they go dancing; it’s just an act. A way to blend in and find Anslow. They tango and banter and get all close and we all lived for it (hell I’m still living for it), because it’s hot and the sexual tension is insane but to them it’s just apart of the operation and doesn’t really mean anything. Like when she later seduces Anslow to get him alone. It’s all a part of the plan

I’d say the moment we see the biggest shift is after the whole Blakelsey situation. They’re back at the cave and Lauren is pretty shook because not only did Kieran save her life, but he showed her that he really does try to avoid killing when given the choice. So when she sees he’s injured and struggling with his bandages, she goes to help him.

Sidenote: This is completely unrelated to anything in this post but I just wanted to say that I never realised how attractive a back could be until I saw Kieran’s so thank you Soph for giving this to us🙏🏻

You can see this is part of her way of thanking him for saving her before she actually tells him. You can see that she’s beginning to reevaluate the idea of him that she has in her head, because his actions that night contradict everything she assumed about him. This is the moment she begins to see his humanity. And he’s pretty shocked too because he’s accustomed to doing everything alone and her of all people offering her help and thanks is wild to him, but more about how Kieran feels later.

Things change the most for Lauren after the whole Grim Goblin incident. She’s jumped out of a hotel window, into a tree and fell several storeys to the ground. Kieran finds her injured and trying to play it off as nothing because 1) She’s a strong, independent woman who don’t need no man, and 2) Because she’d rather not get the help of this man in particular. But he calls bullshit and scoops her up bridal style. Again, she’s shook because the Purple Hyacinth is carrying her bridal style, but it wears off quickly and she begins struggling out of his grip. The piggyback is clearly a compromise where he can still carry her but it’s less intimate and, dare I say, ‘damsel-like’ than before. I also think Lauren was ok with the piggyback because it made her taller than Kieran and therefore more in control lol.

Then they get to his apartment and she one again tries to brush off her injuries but the the turn tables and Kieran is the one helping patch her up. He picks her up, puts her on the table and rips her sleeve off to get a better look at her cut.

One thing I wanna point out is her reaction to him being so close.

She’s clenching her fist on the edge of the table because he is way into her personal space. You can practically feel his breath on her neck. He’s being very clinical about everything and probably can’t feel her discomfort, but we as readers can feel just how uncomfortable and anxious she is. This man just carried her to his home and is checking her wounds and is gonna patch her up and it’s breaking every preconceived notion she had of him in her head. He’s not some murderous monster *wink wink* whose sole purpose is to spread misery and pain. He’s just a man who lives in an apartment and likes to read and draw and eats and breaths just like any other person. Logically, she knows that he’s a human, but actually seeing it is another thing entirely. And her realizing this now only makes everything that goes down in episode 43 hurt that much more.

I realize that most of this word vomit essay is about how Lauren feels, but what about Kieran? What can we lean about how he feels about Lauren? Well, that’s gonna be a bit trickier. For one thing, Lauren is the main character, therefore we spend way more time in head than his by a long shot. We know less about his motivations and personality than we do about hers. All of this contributes to the mystery that is Kieran White. But there are moments we can learn things about him, especially when his true feelings shine through.

One thing that demonstrates this a lot is when Lauren surprises him. There are times when Lauren says or does something and for just a second, it throws Kieran off and has him really think about the mystery that is Lauren Sinclair.

We see this happen a few times: First when they’re preparing to go get Anslow and he sees her disguise and the gun strapped to her thigh, Next when she’s thanking him for saving her life and finally when he sees her the morning after she sleeps over.

With the first one he’s more pleasantly surprised than anything, seeing officer goodie-twoshoes being this resourceful and sneaky. He expected her to be more of a straight-lace killjoy, but now he’s seeing more of her ‘bad girl’ side and it’s interesting.

He’s more shocked than surprised when she thanks him for saving her. Like I said before, he’s an assassin. When do you think the last time he was thanked for saving a life rather than taking one? Probably never honestly. And now this woman, who he knows doesn’t like him very much, is helping him with his bandages and offering him gratitude and he’s kind of in awe of it all. Of course we see him try to brush it off by being a jackass (and we love him for it) but still, I see you Kieran👀.

I think the final scene is the most interesting tho. Because he comes back from getting her stuff at the cave and just sees her standing there. She doesn’t do anything or say anything out of the ordinary. She’s just standing there... in one of his shirts and basically nothing else... in his apartment... the morning after sleeping in his bed.

He was confused as to why he brought her there the night before and he’s never brought anyone to his home before, so I think seeing her like this, all casual in his space despite everything, is really driving home just how close they’ve become and how he hasn’t had anything remotely close to a friend or companion or whatever they are in years.

But once again, this was all before episode 43, which still hurts my soul. I know things are gonna be different after everything, but I hope that Lauren and Kieran are able to express themselves more with each other as the story continues.

So yeah, this is a mess. If you’ve made it this far, congrats! Now this post was more of a labour of love than I initially thought because it took literally a whole day to write and then got deleted the next day! So this is the rewrite. Lowkey happy it got deleted because this is far less rambling than before. Take a moment to let that sink in. As I’m writing this episode 48 is only a couple hours from being made free for everyone. Watch me come back on here and post another essay about it lol. Looking forward to doing more of these though! Thanks for all the feedback and remember to send the creators some love!

#purple hyacinth #webtoon #lauren sinclair #kieran white #ephemerys #sophism #line webtoon #my thoughts #jesus this is soooo much #is it even coherent #idk man my brain is tired #when I saw it deleted I nearly imploded #hahaha #ph posts #lauki

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bluegarners · 4 years

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If you're taking asks I would love to hear your thoughs about the Ric arc and the current state of Nightwing comics!!!!!!!!!! :))

Oh goodness, where to begin...

To start, I share a lot of the same opinions as @nightwingmyboi and @hood-ex ~~ they have very extensive and well thought out takes on the Ric Arc and the general direction DC has decided to take Dick Grayson with, along with his legacy of Nightwing. I highly suggest you read some of their posts about it, as they are very informative and probably more well versed in explaining opinions, haha!

So, my thoughts on the Ric Arc? Like most fans of Nightwing, I believe it kinda sucked ass. Like, sucked ass in the way where DC kinda just forgot characterizations (again), made it all about Batman (again), and ignored good side characters (Bea). The only thing positive I can really say about that whole arc was the art- I really enjoyed the take on Dick's features in Nightwing #74. I was happy they gave him more ethnic looking features with the fuller lips and the more angular nose. (However, they kinda screwed up with the heights??? Jason was tiny!! Barely 5' 4" it looked like LOL) The colors were pretty as well, Ryan Benjamin is a favorite artist of mine, and most of the scenes were fluid.

Another positive I can say about the Ric Arc is one of the very beginning scenes, where Damian goes to see Dick in the hospital while he's still recovering. It was moving that they let Damian be an impatient child when "demanding" for Dick to wake up, and then follow it up with him essentially fleeing and crying when he's not answered. Of course, Damian isn't really mentioned again after this, but it was still really nice to see this side of his character.

The plot.... where do I start? I don't think I'll get too much into it because it'll only frusturate me more sdfslhf but I'll say this. While I am a fan of Dick Grayson angst, DC made it very... unenjoyable, for lack of a better word. It felt like they just threw in as many villains as possible, what with the introduction of the new "sidekick" for Joker, aka Punchline, the Court of Owls appearing for a very brief time just to screw with Dick's memory more, KGBeast and Bane conspiring to get to Batman through Nightwing BY SHOOTING HIM IN THE HEAD (okay, mini rant here: DC, if you're going to make this comic about Nightwing, please please please actually make it about Nightwing. Make the problem about him, not Batman. I get that Bane is kind of the main motivator here, what with him trying to break Batman by killing his oldest allie and destroying his marriage with Seleina, but surely there are writers at the DC headquarters that can come up with a separate problem that doesn't always involve Batman. Surely that's possible right? Nightwing's whole persona was made so he could be recognized separately from Batman; stepping away from Robin was supposed to free Dick of his restrictive ties to the Bat symbol. By always tying Dick's problems immediately back to Batman or one of his enemies, it defeats the purpose of Nightwing being his own hero with his own villians and his own freakin city with its own dozens of problems!!)

Continuing on with villains, here's what I can remember off the top of my head: KGBeast, Bane, Punchline, Joker, Harely (not really, but I'm going to add her anyway), Talon, and the Court of Owls. Now, this is going to controversial, but I'm also going to add the Batfam as part of that list, and here's why. They didn't care. Plain and simple, they didn't care about Ric, they only cared about Dick and what he could do for them. There were a grand total of maybe three times where the Batfam reached out to Ric to try and reason with him, but before all of that, they re-traumatized an already amnesiac and confused person by showing him get assassinated. Like, Bruce. Wth?? I know a lot of this was mostly character assassination, especially with Barbara, but come on. Barbara was really weird throughout this entire arc, and even after he goes back to "normal", she blames Dick for being mean to her, completely ignoring the fact that he didn't know who she was half the time. And that he was, ya know,

mind controlled by multiple villains for a majority of the comic.

Moving past all of that, since I feel like I could rant for ages about it, I didn't like how abruptly they ended that arc. The crystal being my main problem. DC has many scapegoats, the lazerous pit being their biggest imo, but a crystal? All they had to do was show it to him and BOOM cured??? There was no character development. The build up to it could hardly be called build up, as it was done and over with in the span of a few panels. Nothing felt high stakes anymore, and then after he got his memories back, everyone cheered and was like "yay, he's back to normal! you were a real ass to us, and we're not going to apologize for leaving you homeless and left to fend for yourself against all these villains even though you had no memories! oh, but don't worry! we were watching this whole time, so we just let all that stuff happen to you! wow, so glad you're back- we really need Nightwing, but I guess having Dick back is okay too."

That's a very crass interpretation of what went down, but that's what happened. Bruce's half assed excuse of "I was always watching" was awful because then it just leads to more problems of, oh well, if you were always there, why didn't you rent him an apartment so he didn't have to live out of his taxi? Or get him out of trouble and bar fights? Or stop the Joker from getting him and taking control of his mind? Or any numerous terrible things that happened to Ric? It's just annoying that no one seems to actually try and emphathize with what Dick went through, and it's all getting brushed to the side in favour of, "oh, well, back to work!"

They could've gone down so many pathways with Dick getting shot in the head, but instead they gave him amnesia, trauma, bad reception from the fam, and being passed around from villian to villain just to be used over and over again. It felt like this weird dump fest where the writers just woke up one morning and was like, "how many characters can we fit into this arc to get the most amount of readers as possible? How can we become more controversial?"

I know that in the arc after Ric, we're getting some of the aftermath. I'm so so happy they let Dick cry over Alfred's death (he really needed that release of emotions, poor boy has been bottling them up for the sake of others [again, DC, I know he's supposed to be the emotionally controlled one, but please let him be healthy with his emotions and not a shut in with them]) but they still haven't addressed Damian? Like, Dick and Damian were arguably the closest before shit hit the fan, and Dick isn't wondering where the kid is? Or exactly what happened with Alfred and how Damian witnessed it?? A large part of it is the Batfam not telling Dick any of it and kind of just leaving him to his own devices now that the "issue" has been resolved (sound familiar? history repeats itself yet again....). Something else that bugs me a bit is that everyone is telling Dick what he should be feeling/thinking/doing/etc. No one's letting him... grieve. Like, Dick just got his memories back and he's probably grappling with old trauma that's now fresh in his face. Additionally, everyone is assuming he's just going to go back to normal, as if none of what just happened, well, happened. They're erasing this brand spanking new trauma, along with the news that Alfred was murdered, and the fact that Dick is still trying to do his best for his family because it's whats expected of him. I mentioned earlier that Barbara was being really weird, @nightwingmyboi actually already made a post about it, but when Dick tries to apologize and talk to her about what happened when he was Ric, she just kind of... runs away? Dramatically? Didn't even attempt to hear what dick had to say- she was just so consumed with her own hurt that talking wasn't an option for whatever reason. WHICH IS THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF HER CHARACTER. It's frusturating because Dick is doing his best to apologize to people when he should have nothing to apologize for- he wasn't under any of his own control and the things he did while Ric or "Dickie-boy" weren't under his own will. If anything, Dick is the one that should get an apology and a hug; he's been through so much and no one seems to be acknowledging that.

All of that to say: I liked the idea of what the Ric arc could've offered, but the plot fell through and just disappointed a lot of people. I'm hoping a lot of the issues presented in the Ric arc that went unaddressed do end up being properly resolved in the newer arcs coming out, but I'm not going to be surprised if it doesn't. Sorry for the long answer LOL

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snowwhite-andtheknight · 4 years

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Mini Fic Rec

Here’s my mini fic rec, for quite a few stories that I ended up not putting in the Bingo Board One, but are just as incredible and deserve to be mentioned.

Okay, because the Bingo Board left me torn between sharing a few additional stories. Here we go. I recently discovered Eclectic80’s ZenYuki oneshot, Lessons in Self Defense. And it is adorable. I’m a sucker for stories that discuss Shirayuki’s grandparents and what they could have been like. (I want them to show up in canon in flashbacks or something. Shh….) (I think Fruits Basket is partly to blame for this craving. Kyoko is absolutely amazing, and she’s shown through flashbacks.) So, I love that element, the ZenYuki fluff is adorable here as well, and Shirayuki knowing how to throw a punch is incredible and absolutely fitting for her. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12130971 Okay, here’s a couple of lovely AUs. The Most Versatile of Guards by Eclectic80. It’s amazing. I love reading fantasy, and the adventures Obi and Shirayuki go on are pretty fun in it. There’s humor and shapeshifting and slowly falling in love. It’s a lovely read, very much worth your time. https://archiveofourown.org/works/13355589/chapters/30581235 Also, Plumage is amazing! It’s also by Eclectic80, and the story despite being a short multichapter fic, had me hooked from the get go. I actually jumped into it right around the time it only had one chapter, and got super excited every time that it got updated. (It felt like a birthday gift, despite not being updated any time near my birthday.) It’s an absolute delight. (I love Eclectic80’s writing a ton, which is probably pretty obvious now.) https://archiveofourown.org/works/13355589/chapters/30581235 blessed are the ignorant by fiesa is a very lovely MitsuKiki oneshot as well. You should check it out as well! It’s fun and character study-ish and relationship study-ish. It’s Zen’s perspective on MitsuKiki and despite being by fiesa, it reads almost like a companion fic to The Five Stages Of Partnership by geneee. It’s really interesting to read them back to back. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11436511/1/blessed-are-the-ignorant Also, I felt like kicking myself when I realized I hadn’t included this in the perfect slot for the Bingo Board, but In love with the monster (under my bed) by Kaedix is honestly an AU I had to look up the source material for. (I love the other AU, I mentioned in my Bingo Board a lot though too, which is why I didn’t change that one to this one.) So, I read this story having no idea that Kaedix hadn’t created this AU from scratch, and so when I found out that there was a webcomic out there with this premise I took the time to read it. (Until I found out I needed an app to read it to the end. I couldn’t justify downloading an app for one comic. But even teh source material is good!) So, I love this story by Kaedix! It’s the first thing that I read by Kaedix, and led to me binge reading Kaedix later on. It’s just amazing! Please go read it! https://archiveofourown.org/works/26556682 Also, Office Gossip by Lakerae is amazing. It’s on Tumblr, AO3, and Fanfiction, I think it’s on all three anyway. It’s the only story where I could find Kai as a main character, and it’s really, really good! (Also, the ObiYuki versus ZenYuki debate in it is pretty entertaining too.) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12775199/1/Office-Gossip Also, Vacancy by ikvros is really, really good. It’s a road trip AU, that basically made me crave a long multichapter road trip AU; I never knew I loved this AU so much, until I read this story. It’s probably the only Road Trip AU that I’ve ever read in any fandom. It’s funny, and mostly friendship, but it includes ZenYuki definitely, develops ZenYuki so to speak. Honestly, it’s a blast. (Obi’s really, really fun in it. The ZenYuki’s really cute as well.) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13032286/1/Vacancy There, I think I covered all of the ones that I left out. If I’m missing one, hopefully, I’ll find a way to share one day. (Also, I have this strong urge to recommend an artist instead of a writer, because there’s an incredible artist that makes amazing comics and art, and I’ve had to rein myself in, and focus on all of the beautifully talented writers, and not mention one of the beautifully talented artists.) (One day, I’ll share. But for now, hopefully, these fic recs fill that void.) I realize I spent most of my time in this mini-fic rec gushing over Eclectic80, whoops. So, I discovered a couple things writing fic recs. Basically, they are really fun and really time consuming to write. I learned how to fill out a Bingo Board on a computer. (Which is impressive, because I’m not all that good at technology.) I rediscovered so many favorite stories of mine from all over the place. (Also, including the links became super helpful for me.) (I save these as documents on my computer first, by the way, which is where I edit them.) I learned just how many of my headcanons are shaped by those that I read, and just how personal these feel to write. So, now, you may know my main sources of inspiration for how to write certain pairings or ideas that ruminate in my head until they just come out on the computer. (You also now know several of my favorite writers, which feels particularly personal in it’s own way.) I also got to reread a bunch of stories and refall in love with them, so that was a lot of fun. Maybe they’ll reinspire me down the road as well, who knows? So, I hope you enjoyed reading my ramblings and gushing over all of these incredible writers from both lists and that it was as fun for you and eye opening for you as it was for me. (I also discovered that some writers, I thought I hadn’t read, I’d read and really loved the work of.) :)

#ansficbingo #fic rec #sctwilightvampwolfgal #submission

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thotantics · 5 years

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⚤ pairing — reader + Park Chanyeol

✎ word count — 6,699

✦ genre — smut, pwp

✗ warnings — graphic description of sex, public teasing (lowkey), panty kink/smelling (is this even a kink? maybe it’s just My kink but im sure chanyeol would share it tbh), sex in a parking garage, fear of getting caught, switch!yeol, slight choking, gagging, oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected sex (always be safe pals), lots of talk ab body fluids

[requested] — If tumblr ate it, I was suggesting a reaction from Yeol from you discreetly stuffing your panties(that you just slipped out of) into his pocket during a break at the group’s dance practice, right before they get back to work lol everyone’s reactions would be fun if you’re in a mood for them all but Yeol is our baby so I’m most curious about him 💜💜💜🤤💜 @kimkaijong-in

[A/N] — this was supposed to be like under 1k words but clearly a bitch got carried away. im so sorry sdlfkkjdfk but i love this a lot, i think it came out rly great and im so proud i was able to keep coming back to this so easily :’)

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Standing in the bathroom stall, cheeks flushed with heat, you couldn’t stop yourself from dipping a hand down the front of your panties. Watching your boyfriend rehearse always got you all hot and bothered - his big body was a sight, long limbs toned and his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. He’d been so focused he hadn’t paid you much attention since you showed up early to pick him up. Naturally, practice was running late, but that was fine by you. You were enjoying the show. Clearly. Perhaps a bit too much.

The slick between your thighs was surprising when you pressed your fingers between your lower lips. You knew you were turned on but, god, was this just how worked up Chanyeol could get you? Entirely unbeknownst to him, too. It was impressive. You didn’t tease yourself too much, just enough that you could gather some of the flood from your heat and press your sticky fingers into your mouth. You smirk to yourself as you suck the taste of your arousal from your fingers, stepping out of your underwear and discreetly tucking them into the pocket of your hoodie.

If you timed it right, the guys would be taking a water break whenever you came back from the bathroom. Sure enough, the last few seconds of the song could be heard through the door as you reentered, and when it shut off and started to repeat again, you spotted Chanyeol in position, double over from exhaustion, hands on his knees to catch his breath.

“Let’s take five,” Junmyeon calls, breathing heavy as he thumps Sehun briefly on the back. “Just a bit more and I think we’re done for the day.”

As the group started to disperse, members flopping heavily onto chairs or sprawling out across the floor or rushing over to get water, Chanyeol headed in your direction, one large, sweaty hand coming down on your shoulder as if he needed you to keep him upright.

“You ok?” You ask, smoothing a hand up his chest, his shirt damp with sweat.

“Grab me a water, will you, babe?”

“Sure.” He slumps down against the wall and you cross over the mini fridge, grabbing a chilled bottle of water and handing it back to him before you sit down against in the floor next to him. He drinks deeply, chugging the entire bottle in record time, chucking the empty container to the side carelessly, taking in a lung full of air before he glances over at you with a tired sort of smile.

“You wanna grab dinner somewhere later?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” You smile up at him innocently, tucking an arm into the crook of his elbow, your free hand rummaging discreetly in the pocket of your hoodie. You press your damp panties into the pocket of his shorts, snuggling up against his side so he doesn’t realize what you’re doing.

You know you’re successful when he tilts his head down to make eye contact with you, leaning in for a kiss. He’s only after a brief meeting of lips, but you tuck your free hand around to cup the back of his neck, keeping him close enough that you can dip your tongue into his mouth, giving him a taste of what you had in store for him.

Chanyeol pulls back after you swipe your tongue along his lips, leaving the taste of something familiar on the tip of his tongue. Something very familiar. He smacks his lips, tasting the remnants of your arousal that had lingered on your taste buds, brow furrowed ever so slightly as he gauges your impish expression.

His mind is reeling. For half a second he humors the idea that you had some elicit affair in the bathrooms, and blood rushes to his face but he knows that’s not the case. The way you arch a brow expectantly at him, biting playfully at your lip tells him this is something very deliberate on your part, something intended to torture him.

Maybe Chanyeol can be a little over dramatic at times but the very idea that you would slip away just to finger yourself and come back with the taste of your delicious cunt lingering on your lips just to tease him felt like torture instantly.

His face crumples into a silent plea, lips full and pouting, his eyes wide and imploring. “Jagiya?”

“Yes, Yeol?”

He glances around you, making sure nobody is within earshot, and he leans in, forehead bumping into your own, eyes squeezing shut, “Don’t do this to me..”

“I shouldn’t kiss you?” You giggle.

“Not with that dirty little mouth of yours.” He hisses, “Not now.”

“One more kiss and I’ll be on my best behavior until we get back home.” You promise.

He sighs as he tilts his head and leans in with his lips leading the way, crashing down softly against your mouth and pressing his tongue past your lips all too eagerly. It’s faint, but the taste and scent of your pussy juice is undeniable after that first kiss, and the fact that it’s faded so much has him groaning in desperation as he pulls back from your mouth. Already, he’s starved for it.

Sitting there next to you, Chanyeol tries as hard as he can not the think about your wet, tight little cunt, just inches away from his hand resting comfortably on top of your thigh. Luckily the break doesn’t last long, and he’s called away from you to rejoin the others. He’s visibly sulking as he leaves your side, and out of habit he crams his hands into his pockets, dragging his feet as he makes his way to his position in the group before the music starts up.

You can’t help but to smirk to yourself watching as his left hand fumbles for a moment with the present you had stuffed into his pocket. It’s with an innocent frown on his face that he turns around to face the front wall of mirrors, but he’s not looking at you. Instead, he’s looking down into his left pocket, and he’s starting to pull out what he’s discovered.

The lacy red fabric immediately sparks recognition on his face the moment he pulls just half an inch of it out into the light, and you almost laugh at loud at the comical look he gives you - panic mixed with disbelief as he crams your panties back into his pocket in a hurry as the music starts to play. He’s so distracted he’s off beat not even 20 seconds in and gets immediately called out by Baekhyun, who bumps into him. You sit off to the side trying to stifle your laughter, watching as he continues to fumble his way through the choreography.

Eventually, Junmyeon stops and takes him aside, and Chanyeol meets your eyes from across the room as Junmyeon talks to him. He’s seething at this point, pissed that you’d distract him to this extent and especially when he notices the demure smile you offer him from across the room.

“Hey, what’s going on? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah.” Chanyeol insists, hands shoved deep in his pockets, left hand fidgeting with the underwear you’d slipped to him, shoulders squared defensively, “I just need a second to head to the bathroom, my-my stomach’s just off and I’m- I can’t focus. Just…one sec.”

Without waiting for Junmyeon’s response, Chanyeol storms over in large strides where you’re sitting. For a second you think he’s going to yank you up by the arm and drag you off with him, but instead, he waits until he’s close enough, and you stand, and he tells you under his breath, “You’re going to pay for this.”

“I hope so.” You murmur in response, watching his back as he continues out the door.

Chanyeol’s breathing is ragged as he wretches open the nearest bathroom door. He tucks himself into a stall and hurries to pull the offending garment out of his pocket. As if it’s not bad enough that you managed to slip a pair of panties into his pocket, it just had to be these specific ones? Chanyeol had purchased the set for you last Valentine’s Day, a scandalous, skimpy, lacy thong with a matching bra, both see through and blood red. Any time you wore it drove him absolutely mad with desire.

He can feel the dampness in the cotton strip that would settle between your legs, and his mouth goes dry, mind reeling as he recalls the taste that had lingered on your tongue when you kissed him earlier. Chanyeol can’t shake feeling like a pervert as he does it, but he lifts the panties to his face and inhales your scent from them anyway, rubbing his nose against the damp cotton middle, groaning softly to himself as his cock throbs painfully hard against his zipper.

“Shit.”

It’s tough, but he gets his erection under control and manages to leave the bathroom without feeling too awkward. He notices as he reenters the practice room that you’re doing a very good job of playing it cool. You’re sitting in the same spot he left you, fiddling around on your phone while the others wait for him. In his left pocket, he’s got a death grip around your panties, his gaze fixed as he rejoins the group and they move back into their starting positions.

You lock eyes with him as he dances, and Chanyeol barely blinks, he’s watching you so intently. He manages to stay on beat and he doesn’t miss any moves out of sheer determination. The faster that he gets this choreography down, the faster he can be alone with you.

You can see it in his eyes, the urgency that’s building with every passing second, the desperation that consumes him to the point that his body is running on auto pilot. Luckily you had only thought to torment him like this right at the ass end of practice, and the moves he needed to work on were burned into the forefront of his memory. Plus, after the first mishap, running off to the bathroom to inhale the scent of your arousal still clinging to your panties, Chanyeol would have done just about anything to finish up practice so he could just take you home already and punish you for the torture you’d put him through for the last hour and a half.

It’s out of sheer will power and determination that he manages to muscle through the choreography for the last leg of practice. They have a lot more to do but Chanyeol doesn’t have it in him to focus any more on what needs to be done the moment he’s allowed to stop dancing. That’s tomorrow’s problem. Instead, he stalks over to you like you’re his prey, collecting his things and stuffing them into the opposite pocket that your panties are in, then he grabs you by the wrist and tugs you out the door, nodding wordlessly as a goodbye of sorts to the others as he goes.

Chanyeol has every intention of taking you straight home and fucking your brains out but the moment you press your breasts up against his arm as you walk hand in hand, lacing your fingers daintily through his own, much larger ones, he glances down at you only to see sweet, innocent eyes batting up at him adoringly and he throws that plan directly out the window. There’s no way in hell he’ll be able to make it another minute, let alone the short drive back to his place.

He doesn’t make it easy to follow after him, making huge strides with his long legs before he makes his way to the parking garage exit, shouldering it open and making a bee line for his Mercedes. He glances around over the tops of the surrounding vehicles, hand clammy as he holds your wrist, still, a bit too tightly in his haste to get you hurry along with him. When he’s sure you’re alone, he turns, stopping you mid-protest.

“Chanyeol, wait, I don’t wanna-”

His mouth crushes against your lips, your protest falling on deaf ears, breathing heavy into your mouth as he drops his duffel bag to the ground, uncaring, cupping your face with both hands and backing you up until you hit the rear door with a thud. Chanyeol presses his tongue into your mouth, prying open your lips by thumbing at one corner of them until you submit. He crams one leg between your thighs, effectively pinning you against the vehicle, tightly against him, and then his big hands move down the front of your body, brushing over your breasts through your clothes, pawing at you.

“There’s no way I’m gonna last another minute without having you. I just need to see how wet your tight, little pussy is.” He whispers, mouth trailing hot down your throat. “I just need a taste, baby.”

Before you can protest, he’s on his knees and shoving your jeans down your thighs. It doesn’t give him very easy access to the part of you he’s after, your thighs smushed together but you’re aching for him, soaking wet and he’s staring you down like he’s going to eat you alive right here out in the open.

Breathing heavy, you watch as he spreads you best he can with both thumbs despite pinning your thighs together with your jeans, parting your lower lips delicately with his thumbs, his lips pressing a tender kiss at the cleft of your pussy before he licks a fat stripe up your center.

“Fuck..”

He grunts, diving in deeper, licking you more fully this time. You watch, a hand flying up to clamp over your mouth to keep yourself quiet, as he licks, greedily swallowing the taste of you. His eyes, previously shut, fly open and meet your own, and he pulls back a breath away from your cunt to murmur huskily up at you, lips brushing your throbbing, slick skin as he speaks, “You fuckin’ taste so good, baby. I can’t wait to fuck this pretty pussy, split you wide open on my big cock.”

His tongue laves out against you again, slurping obscenely, so loud you know if anybody’s in the vicinity, they could hear. The sounds are echoing around the concrete walls, and he’s shameless in his venture, mouth open and tongue flicking slow and precise right against your most sensitive spot.

“Ch-Chanyeol,” You hiss in warning, voice trembling. “Take me home.”

“You little tease,” He pulls back again, lips and chin glistening, to stuff a finger up into your cunt roughly, the single digit so long and thick, your muscles clamping down around it. “You think I’m just gonna do whatever you say? You think you deserve that?”

You’re about to argue that someone, anyone, could catch you in the act but before you can open your mouth to speak, the unmistakable sound of voices growing closer cuts you off.

Chanyeol reacts faster than you, frozen in fear, eyes wide and pussy exposed. He stands and hurries to fumble in his pocket for his car keys, unlocking the Mercedes and manhandling you safely into the spacious back seat. He follows after you just as a group of three young men walk past his car, not paying him any attention as he shuts the door, and you’re so thankful his windows are so darkly tinted to keep you hidden in this moment.

As the three people walk right on past, heading to their destination, you stare wide eyed at your boyfriend, who’s breathing heavy and trying to keep himself in check. The change in lighting now that you’re in his car makes the slick on his lips shine at this angle, and you reach out affectionately to wipe his face off with your hand. He catches it, one massive hand wrapping around your wrist once more and he presses your first two fingers into his mouth, silently sucking while you watch, eyes lidded, heart thundering.

It’s debauched and far too risky, but Chanyeol doesn’t care, moving to lean over you, effectively forcing you onto your back in the backseat, his big hand forcing your fingers, slick with his spit, down the front of your panties.

Mouth falling open in a silent moan, you maintain eye contact as the sound of the people you heard finally fade away. Chanyeol drags a heavy finger down your slit from your sensitive nub, pressing two of your own fingers inside of yourself.

Chanyeol smirks at you, entirely amused as he encourages your movements with pumps of his fingers steadily drawing your own in and out of your wet cunt. He bites at his lip, chuckling darkly at the look on your face, then he murmurs to you in the silence, “I’m gonna fuck you, baby. Right here.”

You shake your head rapidly. He nods. You pout.

“Just take me home.”

“No. You did this, now be quiet and take it like a good girl.”

He presses a finger of his own inside of you along side the two of yours, effectively stretching you open and shutting you up. Nearby, someone’s car starts and Chanyeol leans in after you jump in surprise at the sound being so close by, mouth against your ear.

“You’ve been bad, baby. Consider this your punishment.”

You mean to tell him again to just take you home and fuck you, because you know this parking garage is about to get busy with the evening shift ending. More voices come from farther away and you squeeze your eyes shut tight. You’re doing your best to completely block them out, blushing furiously as Chanyeol easily tugs your jeans the rest of the way off and exposes your tits from over the top of your shirt.

Chanyeol runs a circle round one of your nipples with his tongue, mirroring the movement of his fingers circling your clit at the same time. He smirks up at you, grazing your nipple with his teeth.

“You’re the worst.” You groan down at him quietly.

“You deserve it.” He huffs in response, “Making me crazy like this.”

Pressing at your entrance, he teases you with shallow dips inside, flicking his two middle fingers back away from you, teasing you with the least amount of pressure he could manage while his teeth sink into a sensitive spot at the center of your cleavage.

Your hips buck up into his hand, seeking to draw his fingers into you deeper but he continues to tease, dipping in not even to the first knuckle and withdrawing while he sucks an angry red hickey into the center of your breasts. You gasp and moan, hips rolling under him, your hands flying up and gripping onto his hair, holding him close while you writhe under him.

“If you keep making noises like that someone’s gonna hear you.” Chanyeol mumbles against your skin, placing a tender kiss over his love bite before he drops down lower. It’s a cramped area but his backseat is large enough to accommodate even his long limbs as he shifts down half way into the floor, half way leaning over the seat he has you sprawled on, and he kisses the inside of your thigh.

Each hungry press of his lips on your skin draws him nearer and nearer to where you’re aching for him to be. His lips graze the fold of your leg, tongue coming out and licking up it in such a way that has your pussy throbbing. He hums, nuzzling closer, but the moment his lips touch your core, he pulls his head back, eyes blazing.

“Hey..” You protest weakly, watching in confusion and disappointment as he sits upright, his hands moving to the front of his baggy shorts. It’s a little bitter, the way you accept him right away, denying you oral sex. Maybe you did deserve it. A little. Besides, it’s not like you’re really going to protest if he wants to stick it in you really quickly. Your muscles clench just thinking about it, and god knows you’re already wet enough to take him in easily.

Chanyeol’s thick palm rubs over the tip of his dick, smearing precum down the shaft and lubricating himself with it, his eyes locked on yours, chest heaving. You grab onto your breasts, fingers toying desperately at your nipples, hips thrusting up to graze the head of his dick as he strokes it slowly.

He always makes you feel small when he mounts you like this - big body hunched over, one hand tucked down to guide his cock home towards your center. His shoulders shroud you in darkness, concealing your almost fully nude body in shadows, protecting you from anything that it’s the backseat of his Mercedes. You forget all about the parking garage, about any other people coming or leaving, you forget about everything except the way he’s dragging the blunt tip of his cock through your folds.

Rubbing your wetness top to bottom and back again, he slicks your puckering asshole and your swollen clit alike before he lines himself up at your cunt, letting his upper body fall over you some as he moves both hands on either side of your head. It’s with practiced precision that he enters your heat.

Chanyeol groans like a grizzly as he sheaths himself, and he doesn’t give you any time to adjust to being speared by him before he’s moving within you. It’s a deep push inward and a slow drag out with his hips, like he’s unable to stop the movement, his lips falling into the crook of your neck to fog up your skin with his breath as he gasps against you.

“Shit,” He hisses, “Feel so good, baby.”

He pushes himself up away from you, keeping most of his weight on his legs and lower back so he’s buried heavily and deep inside, and he lifts your outside leg, hooking your knee over the inside of his elbow.

“That ok?”

“Yeah.” You murmur, fingers dancing along the muscle in each of his thighs, taut and flexed as he begins to move again, this time quicker and harder. You’re so worked up, you feel the beginnings of an orgasm fluttering in your lower belly embarrassingly fast. Chanyeol grunts and his jaw flexes as he stares down at the way his thrusts make your tits bounce enticingly. His free hand reaches for one, gripping one nipple between two fingers as he massages the fullness of your breast.

He’s relentlessly driving you towards an orgasm, you feel it building and building and you’re about to burst, cunt pulsating around his pistoning cock until you’re unable to keep yourself quiet anymore. Moans fall from your lips uncaring who could hear, who could be walking right past his Mercedes.

“Hngh, Chanyeol, fuck! I’m gonna cum, I’m-”

He cuts you off, a hand smothering your desperate cries with his palm, covering half of your face with his big hand. “You gonna cum on my cock, baby?” He asks you quietly, voice dropping an octave as his eyes flash down at you. You nod, clinging to his forearm as you breathe desperately through your nostrils.

“Yeah?” He asks, slamming his hips harder, driving you euphorically towards your end. “You don’t fucking deserve to cum on my cock yet, baby.”

You don’t even register his words until after he’s withdrawing himself from you and stuffing his slick, throbbing cock back into his underwear and pulling his shorts back up around his waist. He’s breathing heavy and avoiding eye contact with you, glancing around the parking lot to make sure the coast is clear.

You’re left laying on your back, leg cocked up, foot resting against the headrest of the passenger seat, pussy leaking and mind spinning with ravenous thoughts of need and desperation.

He opens the door of the car and shocks you to your senses, and it’s as you bolt upright, trying to save your decency and hide your nether regions that you realize what it was he had said to you. Chanyeol walks around the back of the car, adjusting himself, wincing as he walks, and you follow him for a moment before your head whips around, paranoid, looking to see if anybody is near. There’s not a soul in sight besides the two of you right now, but you feel shame sinking into your stomach at the thought that there were very likely any number of people nearby when you were being loud just moments earlier.

Chanyeol hops into the passenger seat and buckles his seat beat, his eyes meeting yours in the rear view mirror. “Are you gonna ride back there? Buckle up.”

“What?” All the blood has rushed completely out of your head, your brain feels hung over and foggy and oh, so frustrated.

“Get up here, then, babe.” He chuckles at you, fishing his keys out of his pocket and starting the car. He turns the air on, blasting you in the face with coolness that seems to help wake you back up a little bit more. You shimmy into your jeans, trying to ignore how uncomfortably slippery you are between your legs as you climb over the middle console and into the passenger seat awkwardly.

Chanyeol waits, watching carefully until he sees that you’re safely fastened into the car before he throws it into drive and pulls out of his spot. You don’t speak for a while, staring out the windshield and ignoring the throbbing in your core, until he’s out of the garage and on the main road heading towards his place.

“You seriously did that to me?” It’s rhetoric question, you don’t need an answer to but Chanyeol speaks up, laughing in a mischievous, croaky sort of way.

“Yes, I did. Don’t you think you should earn the privilege of cumming on my cock?” He comes to a complete stop at a red light and turns to look at you, expecting an answer, but you scowl at him in silence instead. He smiles.

The light turns green and he pulls out onto the main road. It won’t be too long of a drive before he makes it to his place, but you’re angry and there’s only one thing on your mind, that just so happens to be laying thick and rigid in his lap.

He’s not at all expecting it when you unbuckle your seat belt, the little “ding! ding! ding!” alerting him to the fact that you were taking it off before he glanced over to see you shifting up to sit on your knees in the passenger seat.

“What are you doing??” He’s instantly argumentive about it, frowning in your direction every couple of seconds, trying to focus on the road. “Put your belt back on!”

You don’t listen, hands shoving down the front of his shorts just enough that his cock springs free, and even in the midst of him chanting, “Aish! No, nonono, stop! Jagiya~ don’t, it’s not safe, heyhey no don-”

His protests stop the moment he feels the velvety warmth of your mouth around his cock. He lets out a choked groan, thankful for the upcoming red light that he’ll be able to stop the car for a few seconds. You feel the deceleration and take the opportunity to position yourself so you’re more comfortable, leaning over the middle console is painful on your tits no matter how you lay, so you opt to lean across one of your arms to cushion yourself, mouth drooling over his dick as you reposition.

Chanyeol stares down at the back of your head, leaning down further in his seat in an attempt to see your mouth around him but before he can get a good view, the car behind him honks, and he glances up in a panic to see that the light had turned green. He pressed a little too heavy on the gas and floored it on accident, causing you to lurch down farther on his cock, gagging as his length crammed farther down your throat than you were prepared to take him.

He moans loud, throbbing and leaking precum that drags across your bottom lip as you pull off of him entirely to take in a ragged breath. You glance up at him, murmuring in a patronizing tone, “Be careful, Yeol.”

“You fuckin’ be careful!” He snaps, hand shaking as he moves it from the steering wheel to signal a right turn.

You know that means he’s nearly home, so you grin, ducking back down and attempting to swallow him whole on purpose this time. He reaches the back of your throat and you begin to gag, but you relax your muscles, opening up to slide him farther back until your nose is against his pubes. Your eyes are watering and Chanyeol’s hips buck just the smallest bit.

You’re going at it hands free, bobbing up and down in his lap, trying to avoid bumping your head on the steering wheel, but Chanyeol graciously shifts his seat back a few extra inches to ensure your safety at least in whatever way he can manage. Once he’s off of the highway and driving on smaller roads he’s more comfortable in, he threads one hand in your hair and drives easily with the other. His grip starts off tender but it’s as you get him nearer to busting down your throat that his touch is forceful and almost mean.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut.” He groans, making another right turn into his usual parking spot outside of his apartment. Once he’s safe in another parking garage, shrouded by almost complete darkness save for the street lights flooding in from outside, he leans his chair back even more, his grip on your hair punishing as he drags you off his cock and to his mouth, kissing you wet and sloppily before he shoves you back down on his dick, gagging you on purpose.

You’re fully prepared to let him cum down your throat, sucking him in earnest and for some reason, now that he’s not where he works anymore, perhaps? You feel less exposed now that he’s so close to home. You’re noisy as you go at it, slurping and sucking, moaning around the shaft of his dick, leaning farther over the middle console and reaching one hand out to press forward into the front of his shorts and massage his heavy balls. He needs to cum, you can tell by the weight of them. He needs to empty himself bad and it’s all you care about, to drain him until he’s sated.

It takes a lot of self restraint, but you pull away from him and wipe your mouth on the back of your hand, locking eyes with him, “Do I deserve it yet?”

His eyes flash like he’s gonna get pissed for half a second but you smile and he softens immediately, shoulders slumping, cock throbbing in his lap, still exposed. “Let’s go find out.” He chuckles, stuffing himself back in his pants and hurrying out of the car.

Once again, you find yourself being dragged along behind him. He’s like a kid almost, the rush of excitement coursing through him so intensely that he doesn’t know what to do with himself. You find yourselves giggling and playing along the way, teasing him with tickling hands across his torso as he tries to key in the code to get in the apartment, bumping into walls as you round the corner and head for the stairwell that leads to his apartment. He keeps shushing you, but in doing so he’s louder than your laughter, so you clamp a hand over his mouth, laughing breathlessly into the front of his shirt, leaning heavily against him while he fumbles to slip the key into the lock and open his front door.

You duck under his arm and dart inside in a flash, hands moving to the bottom hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head in a quick motion. Chanyeol barely has time to lock the door behind him before he’s turning eagerly to watch you strip. You’re bent over, shimmying out of your jeans, when he dramatically staggers back into the door with a thump.

He hits his knees and scoots over to you on them, eyes big and pleading as he looks up at you, hands reaching to grasp your hips, smoothing them around to grip your ass.

“Oh, baby..” He groans quietly, burying his face into the softness of your stomach. “Finally.” He nuzzles a few kisses against your skin, sweet in contrast to the way he gagged on you on his cock moments ago, or the way he cruelly denied your orgasm.

Smiling, you thread your fingers through his hair affectionately as he kisses his way down to your pussy, moaning in between each kiss before he kisses right at the cleft of your sex. You tug lightly on his hair, making his eyes look up at you, tongue coming out to stroke flat against your clit.

“I think it’s time you stop playing around, babe.” You tell him, biting at your lower lip while his tongue spreads you open, mouth sucking and swallowing the taste of your flooded opening.

He nods his head against you, but otherwise doesn’t respond verbally except to moan when you tug on his hair harder. You pull him back away from you, ducking down, capturing his glistening lips in a searing kiss. Regardless of how tortured he felt by your little games today, you had felt just as tormented, just as needy and desperate for him as he had become for you. The tension building in your lower stomach thrumming, throbbing in your core and you were over playing games and teasing at this point.

After a brief, messy kiss, you tuck one hand around his throat, feeling his adam’s apple bob as he swallows, eyes wide as he stares up at you. “Fuck me, Yeol. Now.” To emphasize the final word, you squeezed, just enough to have his mouth falling open in a silent gasp, just hard enough to take his breath away for half a second before you let him go.

“Yes, baby.” Chanyeol’s voice is breathy as he scrambles to stand, following after you like a lost puppy as you turn on your heel and head to the bedroom. He catches up easily with his long legs, arms wrapping around your middle, holding your back to his chest, pressing his erection into your lower back with a groan before you turn in his embrace.

You both make quick work of getting him out of his clothes; he lifts his shirt while you shove his shorts and boxers down all in one sweeping motion, and when you straighten back up, he lifts you, tucking you around his waist as he crawls onto the mattress with you under him, kissing at his neck.

He manages to roll his hips and angle you under him just right so that he can slip inside of your cunt easily, hands free. You both groan in tandem as he bottoms out.

Your body responds to his instantly, clenching around his cock as if you were afraid of losing this feeling before you reached your peak. Chanyeol’s hips press forward, dragging out to the tip before diving back in and then snapping against you, sticking you hard each time with his rigid, throbbing member.

He’s quicker than usual in this position, slumped over you, back hunched, face buried in your neck. Usually he fucks deep and slow but the desperation has built in him and he’s rocketing into you with as much speed and force as he can generate, grunting and panting and fogging up your skin.

You hold your breath, focusing on the way he feels and the way he sounds, losing yourself in the feel of his body weight crushing down on top of you slightly, constricting your lungs from filling up all the way, aching in your ribs and aching deep, deep in your womb.

He pulls back before it gets to be too much, as if he senses your discomfort long before it comes to you, hands caressing your face, lips pressing against your eye lids before he tells you in a low tone, “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.” You gasp.

Chanyeol pulls back enough to look down at your eyes, never ceasing his movements as he asks, “Can you ride me?”

You’re more than happy to, albeit unwilling to let him slip out, so you tuck your legs around his waist, locking his feet at the top of his ass and he flips you over and sits up, keeping himself in you until you adjust your legs on either side of him, then he scoots, dragging you on top of him up the mattress until his head is rested on the pillow, stacking both of them up so he’s propped up into a more reclined position.

The moment you start to grind on his cock, hands planted on his chest, Chanyeol gets loud. He loves watching you fuck him, but after a night like this one it feels particularly desperate, the way he moans and ruts up against you. You relish in the sounds he’s making, fingers threading in his hair, drawing his mouth to your breast. His lips kiss gently at a puckered nipple before his tongue lolls out, licking a tight circle around the bud before he latches onto it and sucks.

You keep fucking him, the walls of your pussy clenching him tight while you grind down hard, giving friction to your swollen, needy clit. Alternating between grinding and bouncing on his cock, you focus on his mouth, watching the wet licks of his tongue on your nipple, the way his lips pucker and look all the more pink and delicate as he sucks your breast. It’s overwhelming, and sends you hurtling, once more, straight for a much needed orgasm.

“Aish!” He cries out, squeezing his eyes shut, hips bucking up to meet your thrusts but he’d wild, sloppy, so very desperate that he throws you off rhythm. “Fuck, fuck, just like that..” He gasps, words spilling out over your tit, bruised by his insistent kissing, licking, sucking, one hand gripping your opposite breast while the other squeezes your ass, keeping you tight against him.

“Make me fucking cum,” You gasp, “Fuck, please…please..” Your eyes squeeze shut, focusing on the wet slap and squelch that fills the room, the way your boyfriend is desperate panting, wheezing each breath that comes out in hot puffs against your tits, tongue still stroking, lips still sucking. It’s a desperately animalistic meeting of skin, quivering and clenching and throbbing, sloppily coming together in rough, pulsating waves until the tension finally snaps.

You cum first, blood rushing through your ears, pounding in your veins as your pussy rhythmically squeezes and releases in hot gushes over Chanyeol’s cock. You roll your hips, jerky and simpering, your whole body responding to the orgasm, head throw back and toes curling.

The feel of you cumming on his cock sends him over the edge, mouth still on your breast and half way sobbing, “I love you so fucking much..”

It’s a euphoric laugh that sings out of you, your eyes opening to watch as he cums noisily, head falling back on the pillow, planting his feet and jerking up into you to fill you up to the hilt with his cum.

“I love you, too, baby.” You coo down to him, rocking your hips nice and slow to ride out both of your highs together, a hand stroking soothingly down his chest. “Did that feel good? Hm?” He nods wordlessly at you, eyes squeezed shut, “You came so much.” You giggle.

“Did I fill your pussy up?” He asks, voice hoarse as his eyes open, bleary and tired, to see you nod your head, looking down at the mess of sex fluids leaking between where you’re still connected. He smiles wearily, eyes fluttering shut again, “Good. You definitely, definitely deserved it.”

#chanyeol smut #park chanyeol smut #exo smut #mine #kimkaijong-in #woohoo babey i did it! i completed something!! something that im happy with!!

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BH6 Season 3 predictions #1

(this is gona be lowkey long post!) All right, here we go. I'll basically start my predictions here, with a base on the title of each episode and when we have synopsis, I will see what is right and create new theories.

First off, I think the two episodes will work together. That is, the stories can kind of complement each other, some points of one being used in others. Second, we still have the points of the second season like: Sirque and the portal, Hardlight, Di and Chris than will be used later in this season.

The Hyper-Potamus Pizza-Party-Torium

This is the first episode of the third season, and apparently the only one with 22 minutes and I have very interesting ideas for this one. That will be our introductory chapter of the season that I think will be over the summer. I also think it will be the place where the Noodle Burger Boy will get the new family since he is a place, this one:

And before you ask, no. I don't think it's just him being the villain. We will have several others and I think that the arc is much larger having the noodle Burger Boy as a starting point-aka- Disney is fool us and this is the synopsis only of the many sides of the season.

Anyway ... what I can theorize about the main plot of the episode is that it shows how the gang is after graduation, Hiro adapting to everything and NBB, what he intends and the chaos that ensues; plus mentions of Trina, Obake, Megan and Cheif Cruz. Besides Tadashi, of course.

We also have a screenshot that I think comes from here:

Honey Lemon is afraid of hippos and this may be a subplot in the episode. We also can have a mention of Hardlight by video games in place, which can be used later, and even a reference to Fnaf! You know, animatronic in a pizzeria, Honey may have gotten a job there for some reason, after all she graduated, job is difficult and she may be in need of money and voila! A reference and subplot! And a hippo animatronic!

I also theorize that the place was built by Krei to profit from college students and students in the summer. After all, a pizzeria is the ideal place for such a plan. We have everything, the palm trees that symbolize summer, the place being pretty fun and what it seems to be on the beach (please be it, I've always wanted to see the beach of San Fransokyo), outside the scientific theme that would easily attract science nerds. Being one, I would. Maybe Granville shows up here for both that and another reason.

The other reason in question is a theory, which I very much wanted to be true: Karmi will appear in this episode working on Pizza-Party-Torium.

Legacies gave a lead and Haley Tju, The voiceactor of Karmi, was confirmed for the third season. I think even if she doesn't have big roles during this part of the season, she will become a much more recurring and present character. Legacies shows it in the room full of SFIT posters, which leads me to believe that Karmi has already returned to the city in that ep.

Now why she's working there is the most fun to theorize. Karmi did not live in the city before coming, perhaps to return after all what happend, she agreed with her parents to work to support herself . Or maybe, it's a way for her to get distracted and spend the summer until the semester comes back, and even prove to her parents that maybe she managed to leave the past and can take care of herself. Anyway I think, even not the main point of the episode, I have a feeling. After all, we already know that she likes children and being a prodigy of science, she would have a profile of an employee in a place like that.

Either way, this episode will be full of hugs and I'm crazy about it.

Mayor for a day / The Dog Craze of Summer

And here we have the first double episode and if my theory that the episodes are going to have a lead wire that is going to connect both, this is going to be fun.

For Mayor for a Day, I think we have a screenshot that in that case would be this

And if it really is, it will be a Fred-centric episode. Another one, again. However, we can take out fun situations and I wonder what could happen with Fred being mayor for a day. Maybe he won some contest or something. I hope Mole get ready.

Already The dog Craze of Summer will almost certainly be the episode in which Gogo and Honey Lemon adopt a dog, as was shown in a trailer. Then it will be a Gogo and Honey-centric episode. And without a doubt, fun. And his name will be Pablo!

Trading Chips / Mini Noodle Burger Max

Here is one of the examples I wanted to bring about the complementary episodes. Trading Chips maybe bring Hardlight since this sounds a lot like a video game term. And whatever happens in this episode will be the catalyst for Mini Noodle Burger Max. We have a sample here

that sure and NBB, Mini Max and Baymax changing body. If you pass the cafe, we'll have a strong presence of Aunt Cass. And this will be fun XD

A Friendly Face / Big Chibi 6

Contrary to popular belief, as I said before, I think in a Friendly Face, Karmi will have already been introduced to the series. And the episode will be nothing more, nothing less about: OLIVIA! And, if I'm right, then we'll probably have, Fred, Mole, plus, more personally, Honey Lemon and Karmi as well. It should spin on comic lathes and fandons, probably. If I'm wrong, it must be Karmi's turn.

And we have, Of course, Big Chibi 6! Which should surely follow Karmi and her fanfics. However, I get the impression that instead of being more about Karmi following on from her passion for Captain Cute and her obsession in general. That would be a big step of maturing her and it will be really cool to see.

Cobra and Mongoose / Better Off Fred

Ah, the last two known episodes!

In Cobra and Mongoose, we'll probably meet the first of the new villains: Cobra. They have been described as "a charming and crafty villain", which can yield very intense and interesting scenes.

Better Off Fred. We'll probably see someone richer than Fred and maybe even giving up being super hero.

All right, those were my predictions! If you have ideas, please share and see you next time.

#big hero 6 the series #big hero 6 #bh6 the series #bh6 #big hero six #big hero six the series #hiro hamada #karmi #honey lemon

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Sonic Villains: Sweet or Shite? - Part 14: SCOURGE

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......Huh?

Oh, hello there! My name's Lutrudis, pleased to meet you. Judging from that look of surprise on your face however, it's evident that you weren't looking for ME per say... What's that? You want to know what this is? Right, of course, my apologies.

Well, this is a mini-series belonging to... ahem, my creator, in which he goes into slightly more detail about his thoughts on the villains in Sonic's history, and why he thinks they either work well, or fall flat (or somewhere in-between). Usually he gives his stance on their designs, their personalities, and what they had to show for themselves in the game(s) they featured in. He also stresses that these are just his own personal thoughts, and that whether you agree or disagree, you're free to share your own thoughts and opinions.

Unfortunately, as you may have gathered, it seems he's a bit occupied for today, and is thus unable to do a review... is what I WOULD be saying if he didn't let me cover for him! That's right boys and girls, I'll be filling in for him today, by doing a little review of my own! Please forgive me if I prattle on for extended periods, but I sincerely hope my efforts in assessing the Wrong'un of the Week are of the utmost quality. Truth be told, it's kind of nerve-wracking, but I'm happy to give it my all for you guys. ❤️

So then, let's carry on with the show, shall we? Welcome to a new edition of Sweet or... Sour. Welcome to Sweet or Sour. Yes indeed, heh heh... (Is the creator's language normally this gratuitous? I hope Cream hasn't seen his posts...)

Anyhow, for today's review... well, this is quite interesting. Normally the creator prefers to keep his reviews focused on game-centric villains, but I guess he made an exception with this one. Today, we'll be directing our attention to a notorious copycat of our blue hero in the Archie continuity, and legendary connoisseur of 70's fashion: Scourge the Hedgehog.

The Gist: Once upon a time, in the land of comics, there was a world known by all as Mobius. But there was also a parallel dimension called Anti-Mobius, or as it would later become known as, Moebius... one E makes all the difference, apparently. Anyway, in this dimension, everyone and everything that existed in Mobius had an identical equivalent in Anti-Mobius, but things operated a bit differently, in the sense that they were largely the opposite of what we were familiar with.

Putting aside the rather disturbing implication that this world might not have had any real will or independence if it existed purely to do the opposite of what Mobius did, this meant that it had a Sonic the Hedgehog of its very own, as well as a father to that Sonic. Sadly though, this Sonic's father was not that kind to him. In fact, he was said to be a rather poor excuse for a father, as evidenced by how he didn't give his son enough attention, and... oh, that's it.

How awful.

I'd say his choice of attire is the real crime presented here.

Anti-Mobius in its original form experienced a period of Great Peace, but alas, it was not to last. It soon became a shadow of its former glory, which seemed prophetic in hindsight, as it was by this time that this world's Sonic the Hedgehog - Evil Sonic - murdered his own father in cold blood, and then threw his world's incarnation of King Maximilian Acorn into the Zone of Silence. He quickly became a dictator to the people of Anti-Mobius, with his only immediate opposition coming in the form of the kindhearted counterpart to Dr. Ivo Robotnik... or should that be Dr. Julian Robotnik, in this continuity...? Hmm, I suppose it doesn't matter anymore...

Naturally, the laws of the universe saw fit to correct this wrong. Just as water is wet, and fire is hot, Sonic gives evildoers a right kicking. And lo and behold, our magnificent hero did eventually meet his evil duplicate. The two were evenly matched in speed, but the good-natured Sonic triumphed regardless, possibly because he had more wittiness on his person.

Pictured: Quality banter.

Evil Sonic later brought along the rest of his gang to aid him, who predictably mirrored Sonic's own band of Freedom Fighters. They were just as much of a match for our heroes, which is a polite way of saying they weren't. You really shouldn't expect anything exquisite when they looked like this.

Maybe you should call your group something else then...

These parlor games went on for a while, with the status quo never truly changing. But then, after one final showdown with Sonic, the evil Robotnik of Mobius kicked the bucket, which among other things, inspired ANOTHER Robotnik to fill the void. This Robo-Robotnik took Evil Sonic along with him to commit many acts of dastardly intent, an act of generosity that proved to be tragically undermined by Evil Sonic getting caught and trapped by different people time and time again, to the point where even his old gang had long replaced him with a new leader. He did go on to escape the grasp of one Zonic the Zone Cop... only to later get arrested again by the same guy. So far, so adorably incompetent, right?

Still, he did bust out once more, and he proceeded to turn the overall universe into a glorified soap drama by pulling the moves on numerous ladies in Mobius, which in true Evil Sonic style, achieved precisely nothing of merit. Even after he briefly teamed up with Rouge the Bat, his luck persisted in not manifesting. But things were about to get even worse... for us. On a meta level, if you know what I mean.

After one final botched attempt at pointless thievery, with the Master Emerald being the prime target in this particular case, Evil Sonic's attempt to gain himself a super form was halted midway with great force by none other than Locke, the notorious father and attempted microwave murderer of Knuckles the Echidna. Rather than kill him however, all this did was change his fur to green, and leave him with some hardcore scars.

He promptly renamed himself Scourge. Because he's a real SCOURGE to good ideas, har har.

New kid in town, do not steal.

With his first act of villainy as a new man tattering to pieces due to foolishly invoking the wrath of Shadow the Hedgehog, he soon crossed paths with Dr. Finitevus, an albino echidna who otherwise looked exactly like Knuckles (good heavens, how many of these can one muster?), and spent some time on his side by aiding a new gang of lovely gentlemen called the Destructix. Together, these functioning psychopaths committed more mindless evil.

He also managed to swoon over Fiona Fox to his side, a miraculous modicum of success considering you need some sort of charm to be able to do that, of which Scourge has shown nil. I'm hardly an expert on dishing out romantic advice, but I'm willing to bet there's plenty of superior fish in the sea, Fiona...

How about “Oh my god, did I seriously die to THESE losers?”

Eventually, Scourge and Fiona broke away from Finitevus' allegiance after the deadly and boring Enerjak was unleashed on Mobius. He returned to Anti-Mobius, and it turned out that any repairs made since the last time he was king didn't amount to anything substantial, because he went and conquered the entire land all over again. Rechristening his old gang as the Suppression Squad, he continued Being Evil™ some more, until the aforementioned Suppression Squad betrayed him for constantly being abhorrent to them, which led to him being stuck with Rosy the Rascal for a while, yet another shameful derivative of a close friend.

In his last days, at long last, he finally achieved a super form with the power of an Anarchy Beryl... only to get soundly thrashed once again, get thrown in prison, and then just when it seemed he'd be back in business, he got wiped out by the Genesis Wave. Tch, Mondays, am I right?

As you can tell from my words alone, let alone in an extremely abridged format, he did a fair amount over the years... and yet at the same time, when you really think about it, he ultimately did so very little.

Oh, and there was also a Metal Scourge at one point. I'm aware that the man who made him has never been all there in the head, but I still find myself questioning why he saw fit to go through with this nonsense.

I shouldn't need to say this, but that's a disgrace to the hostile Eggman robot that I know and detest.

The Design: Well, he started off as a Sonic, so it's to be expected that he'd look exactly like the lovable goof. Since this was ~Evil~ Sonic though, he was determined to remind us at all times that Grease was in fact the word.

~You're the one I don't want, you're not the one for, no-ho-ho, honey~

Then he turned green, and... yeah, he turned green. All I can say, really.

Please excuse me, I'm utterly beside myself with amazement.

It doesn't quite strike the imaginative chords, needless to say. And neither does his super state, which... I'm sorry, it's not normally my cup of tea to chide others for their appearance, but just look at this tripe for a moment.

No, I don't think I will.

When you combine his already ridiculous self with black eyes and a tiara... what exactly is the intent here? Am I supposed to be intimidated by this display?

Keep this between us if you can, but personally, I'm more intimidated by staircases than I am by this fiend.

The Personality: You would think that since a Sonic is a Sonic, Scourge would share a lot of his personality with our Sonic. And that is true... in the most superficial sense possible.

Sure, he's jovial, cocky, and prone to moments of overconfidence, which is enough to sound very familiar to us on paper. Beyond that however, that's all they really have in common beside their appearance. In every other category, you could argue that Scourge is the exact opposite of Sonic.

For instance, whereas Sonic is supremely loyal to his friends (trust me, I’m grateful to know!), Scourge treats his gang like fetid garbage, and that's when he's not outright abandoning them, neglecting them, and putting them in danger. Likewise, whereas Sonic is a blue bundle of bravery no matter the odds, Scourge is a poor little chicken when the going gets tough, despite all his ramblings about being Sonic's full potential.

This means that for all the acclaim he receives as Sonic's evil doppelganger... he shares very few similarities with who he's replicating. He's barely any different from all the other ruffians that Sonic faces, so what point is there to him being a Sonic at all? If he had a different name and design entirely, what would honestly be lost in translation?

But then, maybe he would just become Mephiles the Dark instead.

Or Mimic the Octopus instead.

Or Eggman Nega instead.

Or Ken Penders instead.

Or... sheesh, they all kind of blend together after a while, don’t they?

The Execution: If my general tone has thus far not been enough of an obvious indication, I do not rank Scourge with any particular favouritism when it comes to Sonic's rogue gallery.

Mind you, ANYONE who threatens our world and tries to kill my friends is nothing but rancid at their core, and as long as they remain unrepentant, I would never support any of them. Asking me which dangerous maniac is “the best” is like asking me which sewage stinks the least, after all. But even I can understand that there's a right way to do bad, and a wrong way to do bad. Scourge, Evil Sonic, whatever you wish to call him, falls squarely into the latter category.

How I'd love to shove an arrow up His Majesty's rear end.

First of all, his motivations were poorly structured, and that's putting it tactfully. Most of the time, we're led to assume that he does evil for no other reason than because it's evil, so we're already not looking at masterpiece material. But as it turns out, as I mentioned way earlier on, he grew resentful of his father for not giving him as much attention as he felt he deserved.

So when he killed his dear old dad, and went on to do everything else to bitterly stick it to his dad's memory, we're supposed to... sympathise...? Understand his point of view, perhaps...?

Well, I dare say I'll be sticking my nose up to THAT presumption, because there is no pathos to be had here. None at all. It's just a selfish brat becoming a violent and murderous selfish brat, and nothing more. By doing everything for evil's sake, intertwined with this sorry excuse of a tragic backstory, it's as if he's trying to have the best of both villainous worlds, without understanding what makes either of them work.

Secondly, for what little success that Scourge actually had to his name, few of them were by his own hand so to speak. As much as it pains me to give Dr. Eggman even a veneer of kudos, it does require mentioning that for all of the doctor's contemptible attributes, he truly is single-handedly responsible for a great majority of his own... achievements, if you wish to call them such. By contrast, this stinker rarely worked for his moments, instead often relying solely on others to get anything done efficiently, whether it be Fiona, Finitevus, his gangs, or the Anarchy Beryl. Without them, Scourge was always nothing.

Thirdly, as mentioned, he failed to fulfill even the basic concept of what Sonic would be like if he became evil, since he has virtually nothing in common with the hero he's trying so desperately to present himself as the corrupted counterpart to. While I'd obviously prefer not to entertain the mere notion of an evil Sonic anyways, since I know deep in my heart that he would never go down that path, I know him well enough to reasonably assume that even if he did lose his way, he would still be recognisable in some capacity, since there are countless aspects to his personality that remain so... inherent to how his mind operates.

I guess what I'm saying is that if an evil Sonic came to be, he would exist as a darker mirror of how Sonic actually is, and not... something that is not at all like Sonic beyond the physical.

What's the matter? Not used to a horse seeing you for what you really are?

Finally, remember when I said he was considerably more cowardly than Sonic? I wasn't simply referring to life or death battles and similar heat of the moment situations. Even when the scenario is of lower intensity, when the odds are completely in his favor at that, Scourge proves himself to be what Sonic isn't. Remember when he broke into the house of Sonic's father, with the intent to intimidate and kill said father... only to be scolded into submission by him? We're expected to believe this guy is a big baddie who ranks high in threat level, yet getting a telling off is sufficient enough to shoo him away?

If only Eggman was this easy to deal with...

Now granted, it's to my understanding that all of Scourge's failings are occasionally explained as him being a parody character. But, and correct me if I'm wrong here... aren't parodies supposed to be, you know, parodic, even if done subtly? As opposed to being played completely straight with no trace of irony, which is exactly how Scourge was portrayed throughout the entire duration of the comic's run, with no exceptions whatsoever?

Despite how often the comic insisted otherwise, and despite how often he received it, Scourge was not a villain who warranted importance. He was not a master planner, or a legendary conquerer, or a malevolent force of nature. He was bottom of the barrel, a wannabe at best, who thought he was made for bigger stripes, but remained little more than a walking pile of fresh manure, with nothing to show for it till the very end. His credibility was often alluded to, and handed to him, but never in any stretch was it properly earned. A punk who occasionally got lucky is hardly worth the rank of arch-fiend, in my humble opinion. He was a disgrace who simply had the luxury of wearing Sonic's skin to mask his shortcomings, and I can’t say I’m crestfallen to see him go.

And quite frankly, anyone who impersonates Sonic in the first place reeks to high heaven anyway. To think this trash heap thought he could ever compare in the slightest to my darling... Oh goodness, did I say that out loud?

Lutrudis Gives Scourge a: Thumbs Down!

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