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carolmunson · 2 years

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before there was a before (steddie x f!reader)

fluff and smut, plenty of plot but pretty porny. long af, but when am i to be short winded?

warnings: 18+ minors dni, some pretty violent violence at the beginning (bordering actual abuse), eddie to the rescue, some very sweet steve, casual dominance, daddy kink, swearing, p in v sex (unprotected), mocking language, some almost fighting, crying, oral (m receiving), mmf threesome

story takes place in early winter 1991. really want to reiterate that steve isn’t just ‘daddy’ mean at the beginning, he’s actually mean. reader beware.

"And now she's lookin' for a downtown man, that's what I am..." Eddie's hand falls on your thigh, his voice falling in harmony with Billy's while the song crackles through the speakers. He always put your mix on when you were in the car together, especially when you were like this.

You weren’t sure where you were going, but he helped you pack a suitcase this morning for about a week long trip. He almost felt lucky that this blow out with Steve happened before your vacation so he could care for you properly.

Tears were pouring out of you while you looked out the window, remembering Steve’s face while you left – trying to hold back his own tears when Eddie looked back at him.

'You’re gonna bring her back, right? It’s just a week?’ he asked weakly, turning to you, “You don’t have to leave, baby. You don’t have to do this to me. You know I’m sorry.”

’I’ll keep you posted, Steve,’ Eddie’s voice was cool and uncaring, shutting the door behind him. Steve looked out the window while you pulled away and he waved, you tried not to, but you waved back anyway. That’s what had you crying now – his broken face, like a little boy whose parents forgot to pick him up from school. But Eddie wanted you to remember Steve’s face from last night, the whole reason he was taking you away.

“I d-didn’t do anything wr-wrong, you j-just had a bad day at w-work,” you’d cried out on your knees in the bedroom, his frame towering over you with your chin in his fingers.

“What’re you talking back for?” he growled, the Maker’s on his breath was distinct.

“I’m n-not talking back, Stevie. I don’t know wh-why you’re so upset with m-me,” you tried to explain. He’d come home in a bad mood, obviously having stopped at the bar on the way to forget his sorrows in a bottle of bourbon. He made up in his head that you were out all day slacking off, ’probably flirting with the boys at the grocery store, like a fucking slut’ and ’out spending all his fuckin’ money,’ – all because there were dishes in the sink that he had asked you to do this morning. The thing is, you had done the dishes this morning. The house was immaculate because you didn’t want to worry about it being messy during your staycation this week. The boys had promised to clean up after themselves. Eddie had a later shift, so when you were out running errands he was making a cake for his co-worker for her birthday. You called him to complain about him leaving a mess in the kitchen and he begged you not to clean it up – he’d do it when he got home. He apologized profusely over it. “I did the dishes,” you cried, your thighs and backside stinging from where he wailed on you in the kitchen with his belt, “I already t-told you they were Eddie’s. He asked n-not to do them.”

“And you’re a fucking liar,” he hissed.

“I’m not lying, Steve,” you cry while he presses up on your chin, implying he wants you to stand – you do slowly and gingerly. As you get to your height, he grips your jaw hard again and pulls you close to him. His eyes are menacing, challenging you.

“If you keep calling me Steve in my house, it’s gonna get worse for you,” his voice held nothing in it outside of superiority, “You want it to get worse for you?” You shook your head no, not meeting his gaze. Too afraid to set him off.

“Bend over the bed,” his demand made your knees buckle, a fresh crop of tears pouring from your eyes.

“Please don’t, Stevie,” you whimpered, your skin buzzing and welted from his belt and his hands from earlier. You shook while he maneuvered you, lifting your dress back up over your hips – your underwear previously discarded on the kitchen floor.

“This is what you deserve,” Steve’s eyes were dark, “You earned this.” “Say it, baby,” he ordered. Your hung your head while hearing the clink of his belt getting wrapped around his hand again, your body shuddering with sobs, “I earned th-this.”

The next blows made you scream, desperately trying to shimmy away from him. He hooked his arm around your waist roughly to keep you in place, his nails dragging hard and furiously over your beaten skin. A high pitched, pained whine erupted from your throat while he stood back up, rearing his arm back.

“No, please, please don’t do it again,” you cried, giving into his accusations, “I’ll go do the dishes, please, let me go. I’m sorry I lied daddy, I’ll be good – just please stop.” Another hard blow from the belt seared across your ass, and another. Your blubbering booming through the room, into the hallway, and down the stairs.

“So you are a fuckin’ liar?” Steve challenged.

You could hear Eddie bounding up the stairs at the sound of your voice, barreling through the bedroom door frame with a heated expression, “Woah, woah woah, what the fuck is going on in here? She told you to stop.”

He pulled you out of the line of Steve’s next whip of the belt before Steve could react, holding you tightly to his chest while he adjusted your dress back to its proper place. He rubbed soothing circles on your back with his warm, ringed hand while you collapsed into him.

“What’s it for this time, Steve?” Ed asked, exasperated, “What could she have possibly done this time?”

“She’s lying to me about what she did today,” he said, crossing his arms, guilt settling in at the sight of your beaten skin, “I asked her to do the dishes this morning, and she did everything but that. Then she tried to say it was you. You’d be pissed too.”

Eddie takes a deep breath and lets it out of his nose, “It was me.”

“She did the dishes this morning before she left to run errands, I made a cake for Sarah for her birthday – I told her I’d clean them up when I got home,” he said, “Why didn’t you just believe her? You could’ve called the store and asked me.”

“You’re just covering for her like you always do,” Steve said defiantly, standing up off the bed.

“You’re refusing to be wrong, because now you feel bad,” Eddie said, you could feel him start to vibrate, anger setting up in his chest, “You do this every, single, time, you let your bullshit get the better of you.”

“It’s not worth it,” you said, looking up at Eddie and only seeing his chin. You tap his chest and he looks down at you, eyes sad at your tear streaked face, “It’s not worth getting mad over, Ed.”

“It is worth getting mad over, baby. He’s just fucking beating you at this point,” he almost yelled, “You can’t just let him think that’s okay.”

“It’s not worth it,” you hiccup, “I d-don’t want to do this any-anymore.”

They both get quiet, listening to your shuddering breaths as you pull out of Eddie’s hold and go grab some pajamas from your dresser. Steve doesn’t look at you while you walk by him.

“Honey, let me take care of you,” Eddie pleads, “Let’s go relax in the other room, I’ll make it better.” He watches you shuffle and cry out into the hallway. You sulked into the guest room turned mancave next door, slamming the door behind you. “You went to the bar again?” Ed asked, “You fuckin’ reek of bourbon.”

“What do you care?” Steve asked, defensively. Ed stood up close to him, chest puffed, glaring at him down the slope of his nose. “I care –” he begins, giving him a tight shove in the chest, “Because every time you get drunk, you start acting like your fuckin’ dad.”

Steve’s jaw clenches, but he doesn’t retort. His brain was fuzzy and fuming, but he was lucid enough to know that whatever came out of his mouth next would sting – and he wasn’t in the head space to beat Eddie in a fist fight. (He’s never won anyway.)

“Steve…” Eddie starts again, “She’s gonna leave.”

“She’s not gonna leave, Ed,” Steve huffs, “Where is she even gonna go? Back to her parents? She’s living here rent fucking free, whose gonna take care of her like me, hm?”

“Like you? Psht, you really are so far gone, dude,” Ed’s brows knitted, staring down at him, “When’re you gonna get your shit together? Why do I have to keep telling you to get your shit together? Why do I have to keep saving her from you? No one’s taking care of her like you because you don’t take care of her.”

“I have my shit together, Munson,” Steve cracked his neck, “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“Aw you gonna hit me, Harrington?” he mocked with a grin, seeing Steve’s hand twitch while his neck cracked, “Go for it, make my fuckin’ day.” The boys stared each other down for a minute before Steve pushed past Eddie and went down the stairs, the door to the back yard slamming behind him. Eddie sighed, talking to Steve was like talking to a wall. While he soothed you that night – coming in and treating your battered thighs, rubbing your back and legs, covering you in kisses – he thought about what he could do to make this a little better.

“I’m gonna take you somewhere this week,” he mumbled between pecks to your lips, “I’ll pack a bag for you tomorrow, and we can get out of here. You wanna do that?”

You considered it for a minute, “What about the store?”

“What about it?” he asked, “It’s my store, I have employees. They can run it without me for a few days. Let’s get outta dodge for a little, let Steve have some time alone.” Back in the van, Eddie frowned at your crying, letting his hand run over the top of your thigh, “It’s okay, baby. I know he made you feel like you’re doing this to punish him, but you just need a break. That’s okay. No one’s mad at you.” His voice felt like a hot bath on sore muscles, coaxing you to relax. Eddie knew he’d spend the first day trying to get your mind off Steve’s desperate morning pleas to make you stay. Him waking up and making breakfast, spilling apologies over you while pouring your coffee. Trying to give you a kiss before you left, but Eddie wrapped an arm around you before he could.

“And when she knows what she wants from her ti-i-ime. And when she wakes up, and makes up her mi-i-ind,” Eddie’s voice continued to sing along. You thought about the first time you heard Eddie sing it, sitting on his lap in the back seat of Steve’s car when, things had just gotten interesting between the three of you. It was new and exciting, a secret you all liked keeping.

“She’ll see I’m not so tough, just because, I’m in love–”

—

Early October, 1989 “–With an uptown girl! You know I’ve seen her in her uptown world. She’s getting tired of her high-class toys, and all her presents from her uptown boys. She’s got a choice--” You were all piled in the BMW singing along badly, most of the kids were home for the long holiday weekend. Steve and Eddie and the girls wanted to do something fun and fall with them before they went back to school until November. So, apple picking it was – even if it was a little too late in the season. Steve would peer back at you in the rearview mirror and shoot you a smile just so you’d blush back at him. Robin in shotgun (always), Nancy planted firmly on her lap (despite her distress calls that all of this was dangeorus and they should just take the mini-van), and the boys plus Max piled on top of eachother next to you and Eddie. “You sound good,” you encouraged, turning to face him, your faces a little too close, “You a singer or something?”

He rolled his eyes, his voice drenched in sarcasm, “Oh, no, never sang before in my life.”

“I don’t know,” you smiled playfully, “You’re really good. You should like, start a band one day. Know anyone who plays music?”

“Can’t think of anyone actually,” he confessed, his eyes wide and over the top, “None of my friends play instruments – I don’t even know how to hold a guitar.”

He watched you laugh and ached to touch you more, to hold you close to him. To put his hands on your thighs the way he knew you liked it. Ever since Eddie had gotten a taste of you, he selfishly only wanted more of it – all of it, all of you. 'Uptown girl! You know I can’t afford to buy her pearls, but maybe someday when my ship comes in. She’ll understand what kind of guy I’ve been, and then I’ll win.’

He confessed he was a little nervous he wouldn’t be able to get enough at peak ripeness for the pies he wanted to make. He’d made keylime pies this past summer for the ladies at the women’s shelter across from his record store and they were such a hit that he wanted to do apple and pumpkin pies for the fall.

You assured him ten times over that there would be enough apples for him to make pies. You promised you’d climb to the top of any tree if it meant getting all the apples he needed.

You regretted that promise after getting to the orchard.

“C'mon babe, you can do it,” Eddie said, a couple of thick branches above you, holding out his hand while the other held tightly to the trunk of the tree.

“Ed, I – I can’t,” you said, peering down at the ground, frozen in place. Steve laughed a little from back on the ground, cheering you on from the roots, “I’m too scared.”

“Baby you got it, you just have to grab his hand. He’s got you,” he called up, “And if you fall, I got you. Either way, you’re safe.”

Eddie winced when Steve said 'if you fall’, knowing that it would inadvertently put even more doubt in your mind. You looked at your beat up sneakers balancing on the bark.

“Why don’t you climb up here, Harrington?” you called down, “Why does it have to be me?”

“You did promise,” Eddie reminded softly, his hand still out while you met his gaze, beckoning you forward, “C'mon, come to daddy.”

He grinned when you blushed hard, knowing that those couple of words would make your stomach flip and turn a switch in you. Suddenly overcome with a need to please him, you grab his hand, getting pulled up while your feet reached for the next branch for support – hoisting your self up to meet Eddie, face to face with a cluster of gleaming red apples.

“Okay, hold open the bag for me, please?” he asked. You unhooked the half full bag from your shoulder and watched as he balanced close to the end of the branch, it creaking in response to the weight of him and his boots.

“Be careful, Ed,” you warned, but he turned and tossed you a wink. Something he’d do every time you told him to be careful in the future.

He plopped the apples one by one into the bag, until all five had been shorn from their home. He took the handles from you and slung them over his own shoulder, knowing that the increase in weight was making you feel unbalanced. Your face really told him all he needed to know.

“Thank you for being so brave, baby,” he murmurs while pressing a kiss to your lips, hidden behind the leaves. God forbid Nancy or Robin or the gang show up and see it. He left you breathless while he scrambled down the tree like a cat, his boots crunching on the leaves while he landed with a thud.

“Um!” you look down and seeing their feet at the base of the tree, “Guys I – I don’t know if I can get down.”

Steve took a step forward, ducking under a branch to look up at you with his arms crossed. His green sweatshirt hugged his broad shoulders, forearms still slightly tanned from the summer. His watch glinted in the sunlight pooling in from the leaves, shimmering on the ground below.

“You okay, honey?” he asked, frowning at your reddened face, “Want me to come up there and help you?” You shook your head no – but wanted to say yes. You could do this, you made it all the way up here. You could find your way down. “You’re okay,” he cooed, a hand coming up to the lowest branch, “I know you can do it. I’m right here, I got you!”

“Is she stuck?” you heard Dustin’s voice before you saw his shoes approach Eddie’s, then Robin’s sneakers, then Nancy’s, then the gang’s. You huffed with embarrassment – you were a grown woman damn it! You could climb down a tree! How hard could it be?

You trembled while you slowly turned around, treating the uneven branches like a make shift ladder – opposite hand and leg working slowly as you made your way closer to the ground. Soon seeing the groups feet, then their legs, then their chests before Steve’s strong arms wrapped around your middle and pulled you from the last couple of branches.

“Told you, I got you,” he said in your ear, putting your feet on the ground, “What were you so nervous for? You climbed down that tree no problem.”

“Maybe I just needed some of your encouragement,” you flirted with a smile. Steve blushed, pulling you in by the back of the neck to give you a deep, slow kiss. The kind that made the kids still get a little squicked out.

“Alright, get a room Harrington, gross,” Robin muttered, tossing a hand at the both of you while the group moved on to more trees. You stood breathless with Steve, staring at eachother while the cool air tinged both of your cheeks pink.

“So proud of you, angel,” he flashed you a knowing smile while tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. The praise warmed you up quickly from your core to your finger tips. His fingers laced with yours while you strolled through the orchard. Robin, Nancy, and Max exchanged honey sticks in different flavors. Mike, Eddie, Lucas, and Dustin were chasing each other through the trees, chucking mushy rotten apples at each other that had fallen too soon.

“We’re gonna walk down to the farm,” Steve called out to the group, some strangers even turned to listen with how commanding his voice was.

“Who am I getting cider for?” he asked a little more quietly, everyone raising their hand, the boys making a big show of who wanted the first cup.

“Definitely not you, Wheeler,” Steve muttered, while counting out how many cups he’d need to order. Mike, who’d grown tall and gangly, now in his late teens, still tossed him a face like he was twelve in his basement.

“We’ll meet you down there,” Nancy called over.

You walked together hand in hand, basking in the sun on your face – the kind of sunshine where it was only hot if you stood directly in the rays but the shade was chilly. It wasn’t cold enough for your breath to smoke around you, but the little chill in the wind let you know it wasn’t far away. “You cold?” Steve asked, “I can go get my jacket out of the car.”

“That’s what? A three mile walk away, Steve?” you laughed, “I’ll be okay.”

“I can run, I’m like – super fast,” he said, always talking with his hands in some way or another.

“It’s okay, the cider’s hot, it’ll warm me up,” you squeezed his hand.

“I can warm you up when we get home,” he said under his breath. You hold back an eye roll – with everyone out of ear shot it left a lot of leeway for Steve to act on some new things you’d been trying out. Some rules here and there, some mild punishment (if you could even call it that, it felt so good) – but you weren’t about to press his buttons on a nice day like today. He let go of your hand to pull you in at the waist, walking with his arm around you. With anyone else the position would be awkward over such uneven ground, but Steve had such a way of making everything smooth. He loved being close to you, feeling your body heat, smelling the perfume he bought you ghosting off your skin.

“Is that better?” he asked, “A little warmer?”

You nod up at him, “Much better.”

He keeps himself around you while you approach the large cabin in the farm, a grocery store of sorts. The sounds of children giggling and the petting zoo animals disappearing while the doors close behind you. The rush of warm air from the heating is welcome on your skin and you try to get out of Steve’s hold to inspect a shelf of pumpkin flavored fudge nearby.

“Hey, hey, where you goin’?” he asked, snaking you back in by the belt loop, “We’re here on a mission.”

You huff a little while he pulls you in and you can feel his stare linger on you for a beat longer than normal. A shiver runs through you while he does it, but you don’t meet his eyes. He opts to keep a hand on the small of your back while you both weave through patrons of the store, getting to the back wall where a counter was set up for walk away treats.

“Hi there, how are you?” Steve asked while approaching the counter, always so charming.

“I’m great, thanks for asking,” replies the old woman, her apron tight around her. Her soft gray hair tied in a braid down her back, “What can I get you folks today?”

“I need nine cups of cider, if that’s possible,” he asked, already fishing for his wallet in his back pocket, “And um, a dozen of the cinnamon sugar donuts.”

“Comin’ right up,” she beamed, disappearing into the kitchen.

You both waited, leaning against the counter. You could feel Steve staring again, his hand coming to cup your cheek so you’d face him.

“Hi, Stevie,” you smile.

“Hi,” he says back, “You look so pretty, today.”

“Just today?” you laugh and he melts, his thumb sliding over your cheek bone, now pink from the praise.

“You’re pretty every day,” he confesses, “But there’s something about you right now – just extra pretty.” He shrugs and you take his hand from your face, pressing a soft pillowy kiss to his palm. Steve’s heart races, always a sucker for your soft touches. He’s never gotten over how gentle you can be with him, the way your fingers lace through his hair, when you trace the veins on his hands. When you kiss him slow on the cheek when he’s had a bad day.

The cider and donuts arrive and you check out. Steve, always observant and never one to deny you of anything, made sure to toss a small pack of the pumpkin fudge you were eyeing on the conveyor belt.

“Give me,” he says, while you pick up the cardboard cup holders filled with lidless styrofoam cups. Steam floated up to your face, soothing you as Steve held open the door to the outside – the wind was a little colder now.

“Give it to me, it’s too hot,” he demands. You frown and exchange the cider for the bag of donuts, walking over to the picnic tables a small distance away from the farm. The group had comandeered one, everyone with their bags of apples, cheering when you arrived with the goods. Steve sat at the empty spot across from Eddie while you went around serving everyone – a barrage of 'thank you’s’ and 'your welcomes’ exchanged throughout. When you got to the final cup of cider, your own, you looked around and realized there was no space for you. You stood there, suddenly feeling awkward and out of place, even though you knew all of these people – they had become your friends too over the last ten months.

“Hey,” Steve called over to you, patting his thigh, “This seat’s all yours.”

You do roll your eyes this time while you make your way over, discretely skating your fingers over Eddie’s back while you walk around him to get to Steve’s lap. He struggles to hide his giddiness at the attention, even as you slide onto Steve’s thigh.

“Did you have a good day?” he asks, resting his head on your shoulder. You nod, putting your cider down and fishing the fudge out of the bag, covered in sugar from the donuts. You undo the plastic wrapping neatly, laying it out between you and Eddie, pulling a piece off after cutting it with the small plastic knife taped to the bottom.

Just as before, your face tells Eddie exactly what you need to know.

“You don’t like it?” he asks with a giggle. Your face scrunches and you shake your head no.

“Oh, no, babe I’m sorry,” Steve apologizes as if he made the suggestion to buy it, “Do you want me to go get you a different flavor?”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you say, sipping your cider to take the taste of your mouth, “Sorry for wasting it.”

“Stop, I’ll eat it,” Eddie assured, shoving a piece in his mouth before wrapping it up and putting the remainder in his deep leather jacket pocket.

The ride home was much quieter, everyone a little tired out from running around all day. The BMW seemed to move slower with the weight of everyone’s apples filling up the trunk. Most of the back seat crew was nodding off, Robin, Nancy, and Steve engrossed in a lively discussion about why Married to the Mob is a cinematic masterpiece. Eddie took this chance to snake his arm around your middle and pull you close enough that his nose was in your hair. He leaned his forehead on your shoulder, his hand warm and protective on your opposite hip – your personal seatbelt.

By the time you got back home you were all exhausted, dragging yourselves out of the car – the walk from the driveway to the front door feeling longer than usual. You took turns taking showers and mulling about the house, organizing the apples in the fridge – Eddie starting on pie crusts. Later in the night, you and Steve retreated off to the bedroom while Eddie went to his to read. He tried to ignore your whines and whimpers sneaking in from the cracks in the door, but after a little it got more difficult to not hear you. “Oh, shit,” Eddie could hear Steve’s ragged breaths and moans through the wall. “So good, baby, that’s a good girl,” Steve cooed, Eddie caught your gagging and sputtering. He groaned, closing his book, palming himself over his sweats. Just imagining you with your back arched on your knees on the bed, mouth full, your eyes like saucers while you look up for Steve’s praise. He reached into his pants, letting his fingers graze gently over his length before gripping it at the base, pumping slowly. Thinking back to your last triste in Steve’s room, your mouth wrapped around his cock while Steve’s teased you with his fingers. Watching you moan while he called you his pretty baby, his sweet little whore.

“You wanna ask him?” he heard Steve ask. “Yes, daddy,” your voice had raised a few octaves. Eddie’s breath hitched at your obedience, his strokes getting faster while his tip weeped into his boxers. You knocked on his door, slick and aching between your legs, “Eddie?” you called out.

“Yes, angel?” he asked, snaking his hand out of his pants and opening the door, leaning against the door frame. He tutted at your face, needy and pathetic, a little bit of drool still wet on your chin.

“Can I help you with something?” he asked with a smirk, crossing his heavily inked arms over his chest.

“Will you come play with us?” you asked meekly, self concious over how naked you were in the hallway – even with no one else in the house.

“What do you say when you ask for something?” Steve called sternly from the bedroom.

“Please?” you quickly added, your eyes rounding, ready to please.

“Well when you ask like that…” he says, tilting his head to the side, uncrossing his arms to run a finger down your face.

“C'mon,” he says, offering his hand to you and you speedily take it while he guides you the five steps it takes to get to Steve’s room. Steve is sitting against the headboard, as naked as you are, cock hard and angry in his hand lazily stroking himself in your absense.

You let go of Eddie’s hand to climb back on the bed, marveling at him while he sheds his bottom layers, left only in the chain around his neck. He watches you kneel at the edge of the mattress, your hands outstretch for him, but he bypasses them to pull you in by the back of the neck and cheek. His kiss is hungry and aching, bursting with the heat of all the kisses he wanted to give you today. You return his intensity, snaking your tongue in his mouth – gasping as your lips part only to meet again. Your hand sneaks down to his cock, hard and begging for you, you slide it through your hands and savoring the silky softness of the skin. “Mmmf, please,” he begs into your neck, teeth grazing over your jugular making you jump. Steve quickens his pace on his shaft, face getting hot at sight of both of you, honing in on both of your quickened breaths and moans.

Your thumb slides over the tip and he groans, his teeth marking your shoulder. He needed this, needed you to touch him, to make him feel good like this. His hands wandered, grasping at you, leaving indents on your more fleshy parts. You missed the feeling of his cold rings, he must’ve taken them off when he showered.

“Show daddy what you’re doing, princess,” Steve said softly, “Show me what’s got Eddie feeling so good.” You pull back from Eddie a little, your hand working his cock like he paid you to do it. Your palms covered in a sheen of his pre-cum, helping you jerk him quicker while his breaths start picking up.

“Baby, baby, easy –” he pants, sweat starting to glisten at his hairline. He reaches for your forearm to steady you and you pout while he takes his cock out of your hand.

“I just wanted to make you feel nice,” you say, a little whiny, playing up the part for the boys.

“You’re making me feel so nice, sweet thing,” he coos, “Are you feeling nice? Has anyone made you feel good yet?” You shake your head no – Steve tutts, “Don’t be a liar, baby.”

His low tone makes you sit back down on your calves, Eddie’s eyes darken down on you, his hand on the side of your face snaking into your hair, “Did you already cum before I came in?”

He watches you nod, looking down at your knees.

“Look at me when I ask you a question,” Eddie’s voice gets a little sharp and you pulse between your legs, looking up at him through your lashes.

“I already got to cum, but it’s been a long time,” you urge.

Steve lets a chuckle out through his nose, his erection laying flush against his stomach, “It’s been fifteen minutes.”

“Greedy girl,” Eddie chides, he tugs at your hair, tilting your head back so you meet his eyes, “I have an idea – why don’t you put that mouth back on Daddy’s cock while I fuck you from behind.” “I think that’s a great idea,” Steve says, and you turn to look at him – his eyes are lust blown – the honey brown of them long forgotten, “Don’t you, sweet thing? You were doing such a good job before.”

“Yes, daddy,” you nod, your head fuzzy and floaty at both men throwing demands your way.

“Go,” Eddie says softly, letting go of your hair and nudging your shoulder towards Steve. You crawl the short distance over to him, starting in table top position before arching low. Steve leers at your back and how it curves out into your hips and ass while your lips slide softly over the thick vein starting at the base of his cock.

“Can’t wait to see how pretty you look when you get fucked from behind,” Steve coos, fingers carding through your hair, “Daddy never gets to see that pretty face when you cum.”

“Mmm,” you reply, hot all over. You suck softly on the tip, using your hand on the mid-shaft in the same motion as you did Eddie’s. Twisting just slightly, squeezing at every flick of the wrist. You feel Ed position himself behind you, unaware of how nervous he is – being only the second time he’s been inside you. You shiver at his fingers testing your wetness between your folds, seeing how slick and ready you were before pushing himself in.

“Still a little too tight,” he says, “Don’t know if I’ll fit, angel. We can try another time, yeah?”

“No,” you whined at his teasing, spreading your legs further apart, “Please, sir. I need it.”

“Aw, you need it?” Eddie mocks, two of his fingers sliding back and forth against the length of your slit, “But did you earn it?”

He smirks devilishy at your following whimper, muffled by Steve’s cock hitting the back of your throat. Steve’s head leaned back against the headboard, one hand gripping your hair at the scalp to control your movements on his cock. “Oh, don’t bully her, Ed,” Steve says, making eye contact with him over your body, “She’s definitely – oh fuck – earning it over here.”

“Please,” you whine again, coming up for air, “I’m being so good.”

“She’s being so good,” Steve repeats to Eddie, his mocking makes your cheeks sting but you ignore the feeling as he guides you back down to his tip.

Eddie guides himself in slowly, just starting with the first couple of inches while you start to stretch for him. You gasp, arching deeper, pushing your hips back to take more of him.

“Watch yourself,” Eddie hisses down at you, bringing his hand down in a sharp smack across your left cheek – mouth watering at the reverb of your ass. “Sorry, sir,” you yelp, Steve chuckles at you, already watching you fade behind the eyes.

“Since you think you can take it like a big girl, I won’t be so nice about it,” he growls, shoving himself into you while you lurch forward, a pleasured cry creaking out of your throat. Eddie can barely contain himself, snapping his hips against you in a steady rythm, your slick already wetting the hair at his pelvis.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” you string out, “Fuck, oh fuck, oh my god.” “Eddie, it’s – oh fuck it’s so big,” you whine, feeling one hand splay against your lower back, the other gripping your hip. Eddie chuckles darkly at your confession, feeling your walls clench lightly around him.

“Look at you, baby,” Steve says, scooting forward to meet your face with his, losing your posture to probably take him in your mouth.

“Look at you taking that dick, you’re doing so good,” he lauds, “Daddy’s so impressed with you.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” you gasp, eyes watering at the feeling of Eddie pounding into you. Your fingers gripping the sheets as your walls loosened further to accomodate his size, but it still wasn’t enough. You felt so full of him, the tip of him just grazing your g-spot with every thrust.

“Why don’t you look back and thank Eddie for fuckin’ you so good,” he recommends, but you know it’s an order. Your pussy clenches again, feeling Steve’s tongue and lips on your neck while you turn your head.

Eddie was drunk on the sound of you squelching over him he could barely register you talking. Eyes heavy lidded while your warm, wet slit swallowed him in, holding on tight when he got to the hilt of every thrust. “What was that, baby?” he asks, slowing his thrusts down grunting at how you suddenly felt tighter than before.

“Thank you for – mmm – f-fucking me so s'good, sir,” you manage to croak out. “Just good?” he asks, reaching forward to grab gently at your chin – admiring how your eyes rolled back when Steve sucked on a senstive part of your neck. He’d learn all your sensitive spots soon enough.

“I could fuck you even better,” he says, “You want that?”

You nod feverishly, your cheeks red, your walls flutter around him with wanting. “What do you say?” he asks, mimicking Steve from before. “Please!” you cry out, feeling him pull his length out of you, approaching it from a different angle and – oh. Oh.

You next cry was silent as each pump into you hit the spongey mass of your g-spot with percision. Tears took no time to start streaming down your cheeks, sending Eddie and Steve almost over the edge. “That feels good?” Eddie asked with his brows raised, “You like getting fucked like this?”

“Y-yes,” you whimper, “Yes s-sir. I love getting fucked like this.”

“Why?” he asks, “Tell daddy why you love getting fucked like this.”

You turn to Steve whose fisting himself hard, getting close to the edge – his own personal porn video right here in living color. He uses his free hand to hold your head up, kissing you forcefully – with ownership. “Is it cause you’re a pretty little whore?” Eddie asks, his rythym starting to stutter.

“Is it baby? Is it because you’re a whore?” Steve’s eyes narrow down at you, knowing what to say next to send you over the edge. He could tell Ed was close by the way he was biting his lip, his grip on your hips bound to leave bruises. The heat in your stomach was thrumming with excitement, building tigher and tighter, your eyes shutting tight has your ass bounced back against Eddie’s deep thrusts. Steve takes your chin roughly in his hand to steady you and your eyes pop open, his words come out sweet, “Are you daddy’s filthy fucking whore?”

“Oh fuck!” you cry out, creamy spend coating Eddie’s cock, squeezing down hard on him. He grunts, pulling you back on him so he can keep pumping into you – beads of sweat springing from his forehead to your back. You can barely control your mouth, letting out a string of expletives, finally settling on a breathy chant of, “Yes I’m a whore, yes I’m a whore, I’m such a whore, such a fucking whore for you…” Eddie pulled out, gripping and pumping himself with speed, quickly ordering, “Knees, now.”

You don’t take a second to breathe, scrambling off the bed to get to your knees at the edge of the mattress. Both men, slick with swollen ruddy tips, loomig over your and your open mouth. You stick out your tongue, flattening it over your chin without being asked and you see Steve smile – finally a learned behavior after weeks of trying to drill it into your head. They cum simultaneously in ragged moans, a mix of their seed landing in your mouth, on your tongue, the rest smattering over the rest of your face and your closed eyes. You hear them kiss as they come down, sloppy and needy, soft little ’mms’ escaping their lips as their breaths steadied. You stay in position with your tongue out until you feel Steve take a soft tissue to your eyes. You open them gently, making sure there wasn’t anything left sneaking around, letting them fully open the coast was clear. Your eyes glitter with left over tears, your pupils proving how fucked out you were. The only things in the world being Steve and Eddie, now standing over you.

“Swallow,” Steve says, and you obediently put your tongue back in your mouth – savoring the salty liquid mixing with your saliva as it pours down your throat.

“How you feeling, baby?” Eddie asks, while reaching for his boxer and sweat pants, slipping them on, “Are you okay?”

You nod, too tired to talk, but Steve asks again, “You okay?”

Whenver he repeats a question, you know it’s because he wants to hear you. You’ve never been great at keeping your emotions at bay – you had only cried a couple of times after sex with Steve, just from being over whelmed by the orgasms he’d give you. Even so, if you were gonna cry, he’d rather you do it with him around so he could hold you through it.

“I’m okay,” you rasp out, your throat still sore from the assault of Steve’s cock on your esophagus. “You need some water?” he asked, “That was a lot, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, was a lot,” you repeat, dazed. Eddie pulls you up from your knees gently and sits you on the bed, tilting your face toward him – your eyes unfocused with a dreamy smile.

“You’re not with us right now, huh?” Ed asks. You shake your head no, he sounds a little far away but his touch is electrifying. Before you know it, you’re being laid back down with the covers smoothing over you. The boys shushing and cooing praises on either side of your body, covering you in kisses to the face, your lips, your neck. You came to when a glass of cold water was pressed to your lips, an equally cool wash cloth wiping away the dried spend on your face. The biting cold of both shocked your nervous system, forcing you into a deep shuddering breath.

“There she is,” Steve hums, “There’s my girl.” “Hi,” you say, taking another sip of water. “Hi pretty,” Eddie whispers, nuzzled against your cheek. He presses his lips against it, “Lost you there for a second.”

“Sorry,” you say, but your time between sips was too long for Steve’s liking – he presses the glass to your lips again.

“Don’t apologize, baby. You did so good today,” Steve assures, “You were such a good girl.”

Such a good girl, such a good girl, such a good girl. You could float away at his words, the tone he says it in, the way he means it.

“I have to go start prepping the apples, so I’m gonna go down stairs,” Eddie starts, sliding to the edge of the bed, “But I’ll come back up later to come kiss you goodnight, okay?”

“Can I help?” you ask hopefully. “Why don’t you rest up a little bit more if you’re feeling up to it, you can come help me,” Eddie says, “That was a lot, you should just relax.”

“Okay,” your shoulders droop a little, but you know he’s right. You watch him go, stopping in the bathroom to clean up. Steve puts the empty glass on the bedside table, pulling you close to him. You sink into his arms, feeling protected under the bulge of his bicep flexing over your chest. “Today was nice,” his voice like the warm sugar on the donuts earlier.

“Today was nice,” you agree with a tired, happy sigh. You look at him, his eyes back to the honey brown you fell head over heels for, “I love you, Harrington.”

He blushes, hiding his face in your shoulder, always so vulnerable after a fuck like that. He leaves a peck on the flesh there before meeting your forehead with his. “I love you, too. I love you the most.”

– Midwinter, Early 1991

“Hey,” you hear Eddie’s voice, soft and gentle, “Wake up, baby.”

Your eyes peel open, you’re still in the van but parked. It’s dark out now, you must’ve fallen asleep. Your face feels puffy from crying, the familiar post sob aches creaked in your joints. His hand rubs your shoulder and you lean into it, turning to face him. “Hi sleepy,” he smiles, “Were you dreamin’?”

You nod, but you aren’t sure if you were dreaming – more so caught in a memory.

“We’re here, okay?” he asks, “You want to sit in the van for a minute and get your bearings?”

You rub your eyes and nod, looking out of the windsheild to see a cozy looking inn next to the small parking lot. You’re not sure where you are, but through the first floor windows you can see a fireplace and plush leather chairs. He wanted to take you somewhere safe, you think. Somewhere that doesn’t feel like home does right now. He’s taking you to some version of The Shire, just like in his books.

You hear Eddie get out of the car to collect your bags from the back, he looks over his shoulder with a fond smile. You feel warm and it’s not from the heat still blasting on you. Eddie feels so safe, just like he did on that tree branch at the apple orchard.

Your chest aches again, desperate for how it felt to be a trio again. How it was when Steve was okay, when Eddie wasn’t always on defense, when you weren’t afraid to come home some nights. Like it was before. Before you had a before. Before there was a before.

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Hey can you do one where the reader(Fem) and Marko are together and they are super ride or die and also really cute together. Like crazy in love.

Thank you 🖤🖤

It's Me and You Pt. 1

Marko x Fem!Reader

TW: None

It has been a few months since you’ve started dating Marko and things have been utterly perfect. If you were told a few months back that you would be dating the gremlin that practically tried to fight, and successfully, almost everyone on the boardwalk, you would have laughed in their face and denied the likeliness of that ever happening. You were enthusiastic to agree that you were completely wrong.

You were leaning against the fence that surrounded your property when you heard the distinct sound of a rumbling engine in the distance heading towards you. You smiled to yourself, adjusting yourself into a straighter position as the blinding white of the headlight illuminated your driveway. The face of your grinning boyfriend finally appeared as he turned off his motorcycle.

“Hey, stranger.” You greeted playfully, heading over to him with your hands in the pockets of your jacket due to the cool weather.

“Hey, my dove.” Marko replied, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close, resting his head on your chest while you wrapped your own around his shoulders.. The blonde curls decorating his head tickled your nose slightly, however you ignored the feeling to pursue the affection you were receiving. “I missed you so much.”

You chuckled, slightly tightening your grip around his shoulders. “I saw you last night, babe.” You tried to reason, pulling away slightly to playfully tug on one of his curls while staring into his eyes.

“You know me babe, I crave your attention.”

He glanced towards your jacket and smiled, “I love your jacket babe, I wonder who made that for you?” He asked, glancing towards you as he lightly tugged on the bottom part of your source of warmth.

“Some blonde cutie with artistic talent and fashionable taste made this for me!” You replied enthusiastically, returning the affectionate teasing.

A few weeks back, Marko presented you with a similar jacket that matched his own, a few patches from his stitched onto the fabric, effectively claiming you as his own. He left some sections for you to add your own patches and decorations for your jacket, helping you whenever you needed assistance. You were officially known as the ultimate matching couple whenever you would visit the boardwalk. Paul sometimes teases you both but you have learned to ignore it.

“Hop on baby, the night can only last for some time.” Marko said, pulling away and gripping the handlebars. He turned slightly to help you climb onto the back of his motorcycle.

“Are we meeting up with the others down at the boardwalk?” You asked, wrapping your arms around him as he started the motorcycle. The engine was slightly loud but your ears finally adapted after more than a few rides.

“Nah, babe.” He replied, throwing a smirk over his shoulder towards you, “It’s me and you tonight, we’re gonna go on a little date.”

You smiled and nodded, resting your head against his back as you both rode down the road towards town. It has been a short while since you’ve been on a date with Marko without the others being around you constantly. While you loved them, it was a nice change.

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“I had so much fun!” You exclaimed, squeezing Marko’s hand that was in your own as you both walked down the beach. The uneven ground made you slip a couple times, but Marko managed to make sure you wouldn’t trip while trying to keep himself from laughing. The golden sand managed to slip into your shoes that you carefully selected to avoid the feeling of the grainy texture, however it was unavoidable.

Even then, tonight has been absolutely amazing.

As a date, you and Marko enjoyed yourselves with a new art gallery that opened up downtown that has all sorts of colorful and unique exhibits. It was entirely successful because Marko was able to find incredible references and ideas for his own drawings and paintings. You were happy just to spend time with him and find some references of your own. For a while, Marko has been helping you develop your artistic skills and you are glad to be spending this moment together, knowing that you both will draw together again sometime in the near future.

Marko noticed a decent sized log and motioned you towards the darkened wood in the distance. “Here babe, we can chill there for a little while.”

“Sure!” You replied, tugging his hand and walking over to the wooden log and sitting on its surface. You were happy to finally be sitting down after standing and walking for more than a few hours.

Marko sat next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you both stared at the rushing waves crashing against the sand.

“This is perfect.” Marko muttered, tightening his grip slightly around your shoulders, effectively pulling you closer to him.

You hummed with a smile refusing to fall from your face, “It really is perfect.” You replied before looking at him, causing Marko to return your gaze. “It’s been perfect ever since I’ve met you.”

For once, Marko felt a little speechless. There was so much he wanted to say, but didn’t know the words that felt right for the way he was feeling towards you. You were right, everything has been perfect since meeting each other and Marko was thrilled that you felt the same. It was bound to happen, given that you were his mate. However, hearing you say that made his vampiric instincts wish to sink his teeth in your delicate skin and claim you officially as his own. Still, he couldn’t without potentially scaring you.

He hesitated before he pulled away, taking your hand instead and making sure to keep your eyes on his, “My dove, it has been absolute paradise since I’ve met you. I wouldn't have it any other way.”

Your cheeks grew a little warm at the intensity of his gaze and heated words that shot straight through your heart. “Marko…I feel the exact same way.”

Marko smiled before glancing away, sighing a little as he stared off into the distance.

Your smile fell slightly, a little concerned at his sudden silence. “What’s the matter?”

‘I’m a vampire and you’re my mate. You’re my mate and I’m a vampire.’

Those words seemed to continuously echo inside his own mind, causing him to feel a little dazed at the intensity of his feelings for you. He was never told how fierce the bond would make you feel after finding your mate. However, the only words he could speak was,

“I love you.” He muttered.

You paused, thinking you haven't heard him correctly, your cheeks growing even warmer to where you thought you were going to faint.

“What?” You asked.

“I said I love you.” He replied, turning towards you and taking your other hand, his fingers lacing with your own as he set your hands on his lap, “I’ve been in love with you for a while. I know it’s really soon, believe me, but still. I really do.”

This was the first time that Marko has said that he loved you and you were completely astonished. Even though it has only been a few months, your feelings for him were intense. You have never felt such feelings of this magnitude in any of your other relationships.

You stared at him for a bit, making him feel a little nervous. He was praying to some unnatural force that he wasn't reading your feelings wrong. David was better at that than he was. However, you completely surprised him.

“I love you too.” You replied softly, squeezing his hands as your smile returned to your face.

He chuckled, the nervousness fading away that was soon replaced with euphoria. His mate loved him back and he couldn’t be happier. He just made a step closer with you in your relationship and there were many more that he would need to take to ensure forever with you.

“Come here.” He said, pulling one of his hands away to cup the side of your face, pulling you close and pressing his lips against your own. You returned the kiss happily, your free hand gripping the cool texture of his jacket.

This date has been absolutely perfect.

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alena-reblobs · 9 months

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Trigun Bookclub Trimax Vol9 Part1

Vol01: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Vol02: Part 1 | Part 2

Vol 9 recap start! It's late and I'm not having that many clever thoughts, so more just...reacting and saving cool panels :D

Chapter 1:

Aww Nico and Miss Melanie checking to see how Livio is doing. Nico's really got the big brother vibes.

Great catch, buddy!

Smiling and laughing little Wolfwood! This is killing me with so much cuteness. Also, love how he got his big Wolfwood nose as a kid too (I mean, of course he does, but then you never know, an author might make all kids look kinda similiar even unintentionally by giving them big kid eyes, small noses and such stuff...it's just nice to see distinct facial features drawn in different age states)

*** you for that evil trap, Chapel.

Livio not saying anything to that in that one panel is telling a lot actually. Now we know in what way he himself is tied to that orphanage...does he consider it a burden too? I wonder if Chapel struck a nerve with that sentence.

And just like that I knew I was gonna like Livio. Oooh he had it coming.

Hmm love this page. It really feels like the start of something.

Chapter 2:

So so proud of him...I read other bookclub posts about how Wolfwood symbolizes the humanity that CAN change and boy is that right.

I can only imagine Nightow having SO much fun drawing this!! :DD I have no idea but if I'd have to guess I'd say he was just waiting to draw a full page cool blockbuster scene of Wolfwood riding a motorcycle with an explosion in the backgrounds. Probably been wanting to do this since some volumes. And finally got his chance!! Cause there was no need to draw this so action-movie epic-like and he still did, hehe.

First of all, this page here looks so cool! Wolfwood is so shapey, but also the pose and composition...*mwah* Then in this fight we get to see just how good of a fighter Wolfwood actually is. Not that we didn't witness that before, but it was often together with Vash, or if alone, like with Ninelives, he was struggling quite a bit. But here to me it felt like we get this glimpse of a trained assassin he once was, fully in control of the situation, being fast and efficient (without killing).

Such badassery!!! I'm a big fan of how Livio, despite being fully indoctrined, still kinda protects the orphanage too! Well, maybe it's also because Chapel is prob sitting there too and they still need to use the orphanage as bait but STILL! I chose to believe that at this point some point inside Livio was still acting out of attachment to his old home.

Chapter 3:

Hey! That's not a nice thing to say boy! D: Also, she's obviously trying to reassure the kids so don't make them more scared by saying it won't do anything!

Oh fuck. The kids are talking about Nico here but this obviously applies to Vash, as well. Wolfwood can not rely on Vash now who is not around to help.

Also, may I say, what an utterly gorgeous drawing of Wolfwood and Livio.

RAZLOOOO

HMMMM Livio the Double FANG

And in that moment he thinks of that one moment where a person DID need him, where he saved someone :'(

These two pages look soooo cool. I never knew how ominous laundry cool look!

I do wonder...how did Razlo know about the Eye of Michael? Did he meet an informant some time, or overhear smth?

You're not going to kill your brother now, are you Wolfwood! (Not really brother but brother in heart, you know.)

Chapter 4:

Oh I misremembered, he DID mean to kill Livio? Or only momentarily put him out of order, knowing that he has SOME kind of regeneration abilities? I'm not quite sure now. What I do know is that Chapel has a creepy grin and I want that old man out of my face.

Ah hm maybe I should read at least the next page before rambling off. He really only wanted to incapacitate him. I'm relieved!

Rude! You didn't need to throw him through a suddenly spawned set of wood!

At this rate, Wolfwood must be riddled with bullets. Shot from behind, from the front, lost a HUGE amount of blood from his shoulder...

...and yet he's still going on. Oh my boy he's such an awesome character. (Also quick side note, love how Nightow draws hands)

Saving this because awesome pages. This is only the second time we're seeing these vials being used, right? Funny how quickly they became such an important plot device. (I wonder when Nightow planned them into the story...I'm guessing kinda late? Just wondering)

He must have really trusted on Livio blocking that thing!

Aww :(

Making a cut here! The rest will be done in a part 2 post, I don't want to get to the image limit in the middle of a chapter.

#trigun #trigunbookclub

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shxtodxroki · 1 year

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Hi! Here's my info for the matchup exchange. Could I get a matchup from 1A (or the Big 3 of UA, whichever you think works better) and a Pro Hero please!

Name: Eren

Age: 19 (almost 20)

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Straight

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

MBTI: INFJ

Personality: I'm pretty quiet in social settings but if someone talks to me first, I can keep a conversation going. I will occasionally go up to someone to initial a conversation but not very often. With people that I'm close with, I'm very open and sarcastic. And I make a lot of self-depreciating jokes (even though I have a high self worth).

Likes: Reading, writing, anime, video games, Marvel, and listening to music (stuff like Hamilton, Panic! at the Disco and Offspring). Dislikes: Spiders (deathly afraid of those), being forgotten when I'm gone, and disappointing those who I care about.

Looks: I'm 164cm (5'4") and have an average build (not too curvy but definitely not straight up and down). I have green eyes that everyone thinks are brown and curly/frizzy dark brown hair that is just below my shoulders.

Extra Info: I'm at university and am majoring in English and Writing. I regularly get distinctions and high distinctions with my assignments and have very high expectations for myself. I want to be a published author and have written several manuscripts.

I hope the rest of your day goes well for you!

Hi hi again, thank you so much for sending this! I’ve never done a match-up exchange before so this was a lot of fun for me lol, I enjoyed talking with you and I hope you enjoy your match-ups! (I apologize for posting these a day later than I planned, school work had to get done lol but here they are!) Your blog is really cool, and if you ever wanna request anything else feel free to reach out and let me know! :)

For The Students, I’d Match You With:

Tamaki Amajiki! :D

Reasoning:

I went back and forth on this one a lot, but ultimately I just think that you and Tamaki match up and are compatible in all the most important aspects of a relationship (like your needs and such) but you also have certain differences that help you work better together :)

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- As anxious as Tamaki is when it comes to social situations, things like bugs/spiders don’t really scare him, so he’s happy to deal with them for you. He doesn’t seek them out or anything, but if a spider appears in your room and you’re freaking out then he’ll happily pick it up and bring it outside for you, so that you don’t have to worry about it anymore :)

- You and Tamaki work really well together in social situations. He likes that you’re generally quiet and don’t expect him to constantly socialize, but he also likes that you’re not opposed to it and can take the lead between the two of you when conversing with others. You’re definitely the one to hold more conversations with your peers when the two of you are out together unless it’s one of the few people Tamaki’s comfortable talking to

- Tamaki also really likes listening to music with you! You tend to listen to a lot of the same music, surprisingly (Hamilton is definitely his guilty pleasure, though he’ll only ever admit that to you and Mirio) so he loves coming over to your place to study or work on stuff for his job and just listen to your favorite playlists in the background

- Tamaki really likes styling your hair! :) And if you have any special hair care products, he’s happy to help you with those too. Helping you with your hair care and styling it helps him calm down and feel relaxed for some reason, and he thinks your curly hair is just so pretty and endearing!

- Tamaki’s the most supportive boyfriend you could possibly ask for when it comes to your major and your studies. He really admires how passionate you are when it comes to writing, and he’s happy to be a beta reader for you whenever you want him to, whether it’s an essay for class that you’re struggling with or a piece of writing you did on your own time, just for yourself. He just loves reading anything you write, and he always has the most glowing feedback for you whenever he can work up the courage to share it with you :>

- Tamaki can make self-deprecating jokes sometimes too, so of course he never wants to tell you not to make the occasional joke, but he does occasionally check in and make sure you don’t mean any of the jokes you’re making, and that you know how amazing you are. He doesn’t push it, he just has to check in every once in a while because the last thing he ever wants is for you to feel insecure or like you’re not enough, and he’s glad that you know just how awesome you are and that you have high self-confidence :)

- Tamaki knows you worry about being forgotten, so he makes sure you know that you are the most important thing in his life and he could never forget you. He keeps little mementos and reminders of you and all the memories you two share all over his home, so you know exactly how important you are to him, and how important you always will be in his eyes

- Tamaki also really enjoys watching anime with you! He’s always so happy whenever you wanna show him your favorites, he gets sucked in so fast and pretty soon he’s begging you to watch another episode with him because he’s just too antsy to wait, but he doesn’t want to watch without you :’)

Song For Your Relationship:

Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery :)

For The Pro-Heroes, I’d Match You With:

Shota Aizawa!

Reasoning:

This one just makes sense to me, you two are very similar in a lot of ways and I can just see you fitting perfectly into one anothers’ lives, you get along so well and you understand one another better than anyone else can.

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- As I’m sure we can all tell, Shota’s not really a social butterfly, so he doesn’t mind that you’re not very social either. Most of your dates are indoors and very one-on-one, he very rarely chooses to go out in public and leave the pile of blankets he loves cuddling under with you so if you ever do wanna go out in public, you’re probably gonna have to be the one to initiate it lol

- Shota’s definitely the type to tease you a bit over your fear of spiders, and be a bit dramatic with his whining when he has to actually get up and take care of one for you, but he’s only teasing. He’s happy to do this small thing for you to help you when you're scared, and he always takes care of the issue for you despite his whining

- I think I’ve said this before, but Shota actually really enjoys reading with you! :D Especially before bed, he loves settling in for the night with you and grabbing whatever book you’re interested in at the moment as he begins reading it to you in his smooth, low voice and lulling you off to sleep :)

- Honestly I can’t see Shota being a huge video game person himself, but he doesn’t mind watching you play them! Sometimes he’ll just bring a stack of papers he has to grade into the room you’re gaming in and get to work, occasionally looking up to comment on your gameplay and quietly encourage you as he trudges through his grading

- And as a teacher, Shota really admires your passion for writing and the work you put into it. He loves reading your writing whenever he has the chance, and he just finds it really admirable how passionate you are about it and how much you truly enjoy writing :)

- Ooooh boy, Shota’s pretty much the king of sarcasm, so a lot of the time you two just make sarcastic jokes at one another. People often question your dynamic when they first meet the two of you, but neither of you mind, it’s nice that your senses of humor fit so well together :)

- Shota also really admires how you always push yourself to be your best and have such high expectations for everything you do, but he knows you sometimes end up pushing yourself and he’s always watchful for the signs that you’re burning out or need a break. He’s always making sure you take care of yourself and give yourself time to rest no matter what, he cares about you more than he can voice in words and he’s never going to let you push yourself past your limits

- Usually he’s not the best with words, but because Shota knows you have a fear of disappointing others, he always tries to tell you how proud he is of everything you do, and how thankful he is to have you. Despite the teasing and sarcasm in your relationship, Shota truly loves you with all his heart, and he tries his best to tell you that often <3

Song For Your Relationship:

Never Be Alone by Shawn Mendes :)

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faintvibes · 1 year

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Rights lads I'm here on my bullshit (as usual) because I've come up with an absolutely ludicrous theory- but a really sweet one. So, the story goes:

(added a keep reading cause it's not exactly SHORT)

I was drawing templar as part of one of my drawings for the upcoming historical hetalia week (first event I'm putting actual effort into! Can't wait to post those drawings :D) and my mind got stuck on the thing it always gets stuck on: his hair. Look at this boy's bangs!

(Getting all the pictures I'm using from hetarchive btw)

They've always stuck out to me, for a reason I couldn't quite put my finger on. I mean, they're ridiculous (and I have, HAVE to wonder at the logistics of that. Like?? Is it a bird's nest?? Huh?? Does he CHOOSE to have a clump of hair on his forehead?? Has he even realised it's there??) and it's such a distinctive feature, too. I can't help but wonder if there's some significance behind them- though at the same time, perhaps Himaruya just thought it looked cool/suited him. Certainly, though, I always thought one thing about their shape, which filled me with a degree of fondness towards them: they look like a bird, minus the head. And it was as I thought about this similarity that an idea struck me.

Gilbird. Prussia's bird companion, which he had not always noticed to be there. A fan favourite character, certainly whose origins are shrouded in mystery... Could there be some sort of connection between Templar and this beloved bird?

It's ridiculous, I know! That's part of the appeal to me. How would that even work? But at the same time, Templar's a certainly long-gone character, presumably having faded around the time of his order's dissolution (to my knowledge, there's not any canon info beyond the couple strips he appears in with Prussia- then Teuton), and the idea that- in some form or another- he stuck around as a companion to an old friend is really sweet to me, and I'd like to believe it to be true. But for that to be the case, he can't have appeared in any strips where Templar is clearly alive. So, I began to dig.

In the strip where Teuton and Templar talk about singing, there's a very close call, where Gilbird appears... but Templar suddenly vanishes from the comic. Here's one panel:

Templar can clearly be seen, though Gilbird is nowhere in sight. However in the next panel...

Gilbird appears, but Templar... disappears. My mind? Boggled. Clearly, just a second prior, Templar was present and Gillbird was not- but now the opposite is true! How can this be??

Can Templar shapeshift?

Going along with the idea that Templar IS Gilbird, it's a possibility. Of course, magic is a known fact in the Hetaliaverse, so this is not so beyond the realm of possibility as it may at first seem, though it certainly is shocking. But this was further confirmed as a possibility to me when I looked back at the last thing Templar says in his panel- an offer to sing together with Teuton. That certainly seems to be what is happening in the second panel.

(Of course, what Teuton says in the second panel could hint that it takes place a bit of time after the prior panel, giving time for Gilbird to show up. And Teuton does seem to be talking to Templar, which must mean he is simply out of panel... But Teuton's eyes are shut. Perhaps he has not noticed his friend disappear and be replaced by a bird, as he rarely seems to notice Gillbird in the first place.)

So, I was certain. There's no definitive evidence, just circumstantial, but it's a possibility, and one that I'd like to believe in.

OR IT WAS

Because upon taking another look at the panels before me, I saw my Anti-Christ D:

THERE, ATOP TEUTON'S HEAD

H E

So yeah, all of this was for nothing!! But I choose to believe it anyway, because it's just the right amount of silly, sweet, and canon divergent! Also, it makes the the fics where Prussia's fading immortality kill Gilbird hurt even more!

#cw brief death mention #hws prussia #hws knights templar #hws teutonic knights #hetalia theories #hetalia headcanons #hws teutemp #hws gilbird #realised I've been spelling his name wrong my whole dang life #whoops #anyway have a silly

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pikapeppa · 3 years

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Garrus Vakarian x f!Shepard: Crick

Hello friends and loved ones: I am dipping my toe into Shakarian fic. Haven’t quite decided yet how much to commit to writing this pairing in detail, so here’s a little oneshot set just after the Horizon mission in ME2. ~2400 words. (Tumblr only for now, but I’ll post on AO3 if I decide to write more.)

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Garrus sighed as he made his way to the main battery room. There was a stiff feeling in the left side of his neck and shoulder when he tilted his head, and he was annoyed by it. It was his own fault, really; he’d fallen asleep at his weapons modification table again last night and woken with this crick in his neck that wouldn’t go away.

It was one of those times when he really wished he could get a proper hammer massage. There was that one place on the Citadel that did real Palavenese massage, the good kind that you really felt vibrating all the way through your carapace into your bones, but Garrus wasn’t sure if Shepard would be ordering them back to the Citadel anytime soon.

It’s just a crick, he reminded himself. It could be so much worse. The fight they’d just gone through on Horizon had been… a tough one, to say the least. Any fight with an unfamiliar new enemy could be unnerving, but seeing that Harbinger thing jumping from body to body during the fight had almost been enough to make Garrus pause.

Almost, but not quite. Archangel never hesitated or missed his shot.

He stepped into the main battery room and took a deep breath, then released it in a satisfied sigh. The air in here smelled like clean plastic and a hint of metal, and he savoured the relaxing smell just as he did every time he stepped into this room after a hard fight.

He flicked on the monitors and cracked the joints in his fingers, then started his usual routine of checking the gun settings – a routine that was more for comfort now than necessity, if he was being totally honest. Cerberus might be a pack of crazies doing their twisted human experiments, but they sure made a mighty fine canon.

He finished up his calibrating routine, and he was just about to move on to studying the Collector particle rifle that Shepard had salvaged when he heard the distinct beep-and-shunk of the door unlocking. A second later, the doors slid open, and Shepard stepped through.

She nodded briskly. “Garrus. Just checking in. You doing okay after that fight?”

“I’m just fine, Shepard,” he assured her. “I was about to start looking at your new toy here, actually.”

“That’s great,” she said. “It looks like a powerful little piece of tech. Something we can turn to our advantage, you think?”

“I don’t doubt it,” he said. “There’s nothing I find more satisfying than using the enemy’s own weapons against them.”

A small smile crossed her face, just as he’d hoped it would. He hadn’t seen a smile on her face all day, not since the Collectors had gotten away with the population of Horizon’s colony. Kaidan’s angry lecture probably hadn’t helped things, either.

She huffed and leaned an elbow on the weapons mod table. “That’s pretty bloodthirsty of you, Garrus.”

“Bloodthirsty? Me? Never,” he said. “Thirsty for justice, on the other hand…”

She laughed — a husky rolling sound that always reminded him, for some reason, of brandy-filled chocolates. “What a line. Did your time on Omega inspire you to dip your toe into writing noir mystery novels?”

“What if it did?” he said playfully.

“Then I’d tell you stick to your dayjob,” she replied.

It was Garrus’s turn to chuckle. Shepard smiled at him once more, then straightened up and nodded at the particle rifle. “I know you just got started here, but I’m interested to see what you find. Mind if I watch you working for a while?”

“No problem,” he said. “Might ask you to throw up a barrier for your own protection, though. This thing doesn’t use conventional heat sinks. I’m not sure yet if it can even be fully turned off.”

She nodded and cast herself a barrier with a quick clench of her fist, and Garrus got to work studying the Collector rifle. He scanned it to build a schematic and explained the exploded view to Shepard, and she frowned thoughtfully and asked questions about the weapon’s uses and disadvantages, and all the while, as he often did, he wondered what she was really thinking.

By any objective standards, it had been a bad day. They’d just watched most of a human colony get taken away by the Collectors. Her former lieutenant had accused her of crimes against her race right after a really tough fight, and when they’d boarded the Normandy once more, the Illusive Man had told her that he’d actually incited the Collectors to target Horizon.

If Garrus was in Shepard’s place, he’d be vibrating with anger by now. But here she was, watching him dismantle a gun with the calmest look on her face.

A solid half hour later, when he’d finished thoroughly surveying the rifle, he tapped his visor from its analysis mode back into its resting mode and looked at her. “I think that’s about all I’m going to do with this rifle for today. You need me for anything else?”

“Nothing else for now,” she said. “Thanks for the demonstration. I’ll talk to you later.” She stepped back toward the door.

On a sudden whim, he opened his mouth. “Shepard, hang on a second.”

She turned back to him. “What is it?”

He hesitated. Now he was wondering if the question at the tip of his tongue was too personal. He and Shepard were friends, sure, but his question might touch a bit of a sore spot, given what had happened today. If Garrus knew anything about Shepard, it was that she wasn’t much of one for talking about her feelings when missions didn’t go as expected. Not that Garrus was a talky-feely sort of guy, either, but still…

She raised her eyebrows expectantly, and he shook himself. He’d called her to turn around; he had no choice but to ask now. “Are you doing okay?”

Her eyebrows rose higher. “Sorry?”

“This whole Collector business on Horizon,” he clarified. “I know it didn’t go down the way we wanted, and then with the Illusive Man being, you know… illusive.” He lifted his shoulders. “It can’t have been easy.”

Her blue-black eyes crinkled at the corners. “You worrying about me, Vakarian?”

“A little, maybe,” he said. “You’ve only taken a dig at me once today.”

Another smile flashed across her face, but it was gone a second later, smoothed back into her usual businesslike expression. “I’m all right,” she said. “It’s a hit to have lost the colony, but we’ll save the next one. I’ll make sure of it.”

He nodded. “Seeing Kaidan was a bit of a shock, huh?”

She huffed and folded her arms. “It wasn’t ideal, but that’s the way it is. He’s got his mission, and we’ve got ours. We can’t lose our focus over personal feelings.”

Garrus nodded again. Everything she was saying was reasonable and true, and her calm attitude was envious, really. If Garrus was able to keep his calm like Shepard did… well, he’d tried to channel Shepard’s calm while he was on Omega, but it had only gotten him so far. Garrus had never known anyone, human or otherwise, who kept their cool all the time quite the way Shepard did.

And yet, for some reason, he just… he wasn’t sure. Her manner struck him as a little bit off, somehow, like the feeling of the crick in his neck.

She lifted her eyebrows. “Anything else?”

“How do you do it?” he said bluntly.

She blinked. “Do what?”

“Keep it together all the time,” he said. “You never seem uncertain. You always seem to know what you’re doing, even if you can’t possibly know. I have to admit, I envy you,” he admitted. “How is it that you always manage to keep it together?”

She didn’t reply right away. Instead, she just stared at him without speaking, and Garrus started to feel a little awkward. It was hard to tell from the look on her face, but he thought that maybe she was… was she angry? Surprised? Bored, maybe? He couldn’t quite tell. Human expressions were usually easy to interpret, with their fleshy lips stretching and pouting and their eyebrows leaping up and down. But when Shepard was in her ‘commander’ mode, she could be so damned hard to read.

She glanced at the closed door. Then, to his surprise, she walked over to him and sat in his chair.

She raked her long black bangs back from her face and looked up at him. “You want to know my secret?” she said.

“Secret?” he said blankly. “To what?”

“To staying calm all the time,” she said. “Can I tell you my secret?”

“Um, sure,” he said.

She leaned toward him, and he instinctively stooped down a bit to hear her better — a good thing that he did, since her voice was low and conspiratorial when she spoke.

“I cry in the shower,” she said.

His guts twisted in a funny way. “What?”

She leaned back in his chair. “I cry in the shower,” she said. “When something really fucked up happens, I get in the shower at the end of the day and I cry like hell.”

He stared at her wordlessly. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected her to say, but it wasn’t this.

A little smile curled the corners of her lips. “What’s wrong? Not the answer you were hoping to hear?”

“It’s — it’s not that,” he said. “I’m just, uh, surprised. You cry in the shower?”

“Yep,” she said. “Not bullshitting you, I promise. This is not a bet with Joker or anything like that.”

He tried to gather his wits. “So… what, you cry in the shower, and then you just… get back to being Commander Malin Shepard, saviour of the Citadel and resident Reaper conspiracist?”

She chuckled. “Exactly. It’s like a purge. Works perfectly every time.”

He nodded slowly, feeling like he needed some time to process this, and Shepard huffed and punched his arm in a friendly manner. “Not so impressed with me anymore, huh?”

That wasn’t the problem. It wasn’t that he was unimpressed. But now he was actually worried about her. In all the time Garrus had known her, he had never once imagined her crying about anything. If what she was telling him was true, though…

Hang on. How often did she cry in the shower, exactly? No, he couldn’t ask that — it would definitely be overstepping.

He scrambled to find a clever reply. “It’s not that,” he said. “Actually, I’m jealous.”

She laughed. “Jealous? Why?” Then her eyebrows rose. “Wait, can turians cry?”

“Sure,” Garrus said. “But we don’t do it often.”

“Is it hard for you to cry?” she asked.

“Well, the turian military doesn’t exactly encourage you to curl up in the corner for a little weeping time,” he said dryly.

She snorted. “Not what I meant. I was more wondering if, uh, since you have deep eye sockets, maybe your tears collect in there somewhere…?”

He flared his mandibles in amusement. “Tears don’t collect in a little reservoir under our eyes or something, if that’s what you’re wondering,” he drawled. “But yeah, we can cry. It just doesn’t happen much. Which leads me to the jealousy,” he added. “You get to sit in your shower crying whenever you feel like it? Forget the private cabin: that’s the real luxury of being the commander.”

She laughed again, more heartily this time, and the husky warmth of her laughter was such that Garrus could almost taste the sweet bite of brandy and bittersweet chocolate. “Well, if you ever want to try it sometime, let me know.”

“Try what?” he said. “Crying in the shower?”

“Yep,” she said. “You can borrow my private shower instead of using the shared showers down here, if you want. The walls are soundproof, so nobody can hear you wailing.”

For a split second, an image flashed across his mind: Shepard’s private shower. No, not just Shepard’s private shower: Shepard’s private shower, with Shepard in it. Shepard naked in the shower — what did her body look like under those clothes, he wondered? — and he, Garrus, joining her in the shower —

Wait. Wait a second. Why was he thinking about that? He shouldn’t be thinking about that. It was Shepard, for crying out loud: his friend and his CO. Who did he think he was, to imagine his human female CO naked in the shower?

He scrambled to get his thoughts back on track. “I’ll, uh, let you know,” he said. “Might have to train my eyes how to cry, it’s been so long.”

She smirked. “Nice try, Vakarian. Something tells me you’re not quite that heartless.”

He chuckled — a little weakly, to be truthful, but Shepard didn’t seem to notice; she was rising from his chair with a smile. “Well, I should go. I’ll see you later.”

“See you later,” he echoed, and he watched her surreptitiously as she left the room. Once she was gone, he sat in his chair and closed his eyes.

Crying in the shower… he honestly wouldn’t have guessed it. He’d expected her to give him some kind of encouraging advice or bolstering words of wisdom, like the sorts of things she said to the team before they set off on a mission. But somehow, hearing her say she cried in the shower was… interesting. It made him think about her in a different way. He was worried for sure, but also… comforted, somehow, to know that even Shepard got overwhelmed enough to cry. It seemed that under all that heavy N7 armour, she really was a regular person, too.

Under all that heavy N7 armour… A flash of a thought projected itself on his closed eyelids: Shepard stripping off her armour, her slender human fingers raking her sweat-dampened bangs back from her face, the small bare patch at the nape of her neck where her short spiky hair faded into light golden-brown skin…

He snapped open his eyes. Was he drifting off? He must be more tired than he thought. No other reason that he’d keep thinking about Shepard like this.

He rose from his chair and rolled his shoulders, then clicked in his mandibles in annoyance as the crick in his neck announced itself once more. “Really could use a damned massage,” he muttered. Well, he’d just have to suck it up and wait until they got back to the Citadel.

In the meantime, he’d just have to cope with the strange nagging feeling of the crick in his neck.

#garrus vakarian #garrus #shakarian #garrus/shepard #garrus x shepard #garrus x femshep #Fun fact: Garrus is actually my OG videogame husbando from back in the day #but when i first played the ME trilogy i wasn't a writer #so i could not process my feelings like a thirsty madwoman with too many emotions #I AM A WRITER NOW HOWEVER #AND MY FEELINGS CAN ONLY BE PROCESSED BY BARFING THEM ONTO A SCREEN #pikapeppa writes

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tpwkjerii · 3 years

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strawberry kisses

you and felix have a longstanding tradition of baking the day after finals. usually, it’s the best method of relaxing after long hours of studying. unfortunately, you find yourself rather tense this time — after all, it’s always fun to spend an entire day in a cramped kitchen with your crush, isn’t it?

pairing: lee felix x reader

warnings: fluff and kissing, mild angst, reader likes strawberries (sorry if you’re allergic skdlsd), ex boyfriend (but supportive bestie) minho, reader has low self confidence :(, like two curse words, kisses!!

genre: friends to lovers au, kinda idiots to lovers, mutual pining

word count: 2.9k+

a/n: short fic for Felix hehe

Your eyes glazed over as you reviewed the last response of your final exam of the term. After two long hours of plugging equations you hardly understood into your nearly-dead calculator and speed-writing to the point where you’re sure you’ve bruised your dominant hand, you finally finished. At lightning speed, you gathered your exam papers and submitted them at the front with a quick prayer to the universe.

A few other students followed your rushed pace out of the large lecture hall, all of you eager to finally get out of the stuffy room.

As you stepped out of the packed hall and into the cooling outdoors, you checked your phone, which was filled with texts from the one person you were trying desperately to get out of your head (and miserably failing at that).

felix (strawberry head) <3

5:23 PM

did you finish your chem final ???

hyunjin and i just submitted our video for our dance performance

your editing was very good btw :D

5:35 PM

y/nnnnn you’re taking forever :(

we’re waiting at the quad for you !!

5:40 PM

*i am waiting at the quad for you

the others got too hungry and left, but i’m waiting for you!

pls hurry it’s cold :[

You bit back a laugh at his texts, his heartwarming tone filling you with a familiar fuzzy feeling. You pushed the feeling aside as you texted a reply.

y/n

5:43 PM

be there in 2 :D

You stifled a smile as you rushed towards the quad. Soon enough, you saw Felix and his bright, red-dyed hair (you first noted that it closely resembled a strawberry). The moment your eyes met his, you felt your heart skip a beat and heat spread across your face. This was the common reaction you’ve had for the past few months whenever you see Felix.

He rushed over to you with a giddy smile and his arms outstretched. Quickly, he barrelled into you and pulled you into a tight embrace.

“You took so long,” he whined, his chest vibrating as he spoke.

“I know, I know. ‘M sorry,” you responded, your voice slightly muffled by his shirt. You took a second to enjoy his hold and the comforting warmth that Felix always provided you whenever he was near. Over the past few years, you’ve grown accustomed to the scent of his sweet floral perfume, the feeling of his tight hugs, and the way he played with your fingers when he was bored.

All the things you were fond of were now extreme nuisances in your life. Not because they were annoying or because you disliked Felix, but rather the complete opposite; you were completely, helplessly, and foolishly in love with him.

“You ready to go?” Felix asked suddenly, breaking you out of your thoughts. He brought his arms down from around you, and you looked down at the ground as you nodded, hoping that he didn’t see the intense blush that was spreading from your face to your neck.

You are so fucked for tomorrow.

After an entire night of tossing and turning in anxiety, the next day finally arrived. To say you were nervous was a massive understatement.

The minute you woke up, you began to anxiously clean your apartment while your roommate Ryujin laughed at you. As you wiped down every visible crevice, she made sure to pester you about a “missed spot” or tempt you with sweets.

“You’ve never cleaned this much whenever Felix came over before,” she pointed out with a laugh while you wiped down the kitchen counters for the fourth time.

“What do you mean?” you asked, your voice uncharacteristically high-pitched.

Ryujin scoffed. “It is so obvious that you like Felix, there’s no point in lying to me,” she stated bluntly.

Your hand froze mid-wipe on the counter. You looked over at your blue-haired roommate nervously. “Is it really… that obvious?”

“Yes,” she deadpanned.

You winced and dropped your head onto the smooth stone countertop. “Do you think he’s noticed?” you moaned into your arms.

“If he hasn’t, I will personally pay for his glasses prescription.”

You whined again as you lifted your head up to look directly at Ryujin. “If he’s noticed then why hasn’t he said anything?”

She stood up as she answered, “Not sure but you could always ask him today.”

Your mouth dropped in horror at the suggestion. “I can’t tell him how I feel! That would completely ruin our friendship!”

“So you’d rather continue tip-toeing around him and never get a clear answer?” she questioned, her arms crossed.

“Yes.”

Ryujin sighed and started to collect her things. “You can do whatever you want,” she started as she placed her papers in her backpack, “but I recommend you tell him soon.” She stood up and headed for the door. Just before opening it and leaving you alone with your thoughts until Felix arrived, she turned around and said, “I won’t be home until late, have fun.” With that, she winked and walked out of your shared apartment.

You scoffed at her suggestive tone and stood upright to check the time.

10:08 AM

You gasped. Felix said he was going to arrive at 10:30, but knowing him he would be at least 15 minutes early, meaning you only had 7 minutes to get yourself together!

You cursed and rushed to your bedroom. Switching out of your wrinkled pajamas, you opted for a random hoodie you grabbed out of your closet and jeans. After you changed, you made a beeline for the bathroom and fixed your appearance. You quickly brushed through your hair and washed your face, hoping you removed all remnants of your restless sleep.

Just as you predicted, you heard four distinctive knocks on your front door right at 10:15.

“Coming!” you exclaimed as you rushed out of your bathroom.

Right before you opened the front door, you placed a hand on your beating heart and mumbled words of encouragement to yourself. Then, after deciding that you were probably taking too long, you pulled the door open.

Immediately, Felix, covered in a large hoodie and arms filled with large bags of baking ingredients, greeted you with a large grin. Like every other time, you felt your heart skip a beat when you made eye contact with him.

“Hi,” you said simply, a smile on your face.

“Hi,” he responded. He looked you up and down, asking, “Are you wearing my hoodie?”

You paled and looked down at the large pink hoodie, immediately recognizing it as the one that Felix lent you almost one year ago when he dropped you off at the airport since you forgot yours in the car. Once you got back from your trip, you’d forgotten to give it back to him.

“O-oh,” you stuttered, looking down at the oversized sleeves. “I didn’t even realize,” you continued awkwardly. “You can ha -”

“It’s fine,” he cut you off, the smile never leaving his face. He shrugged. “You look better in it anyways.”

Your mouth dropped and you found yourself unable to respond for a few moments. Felix laughed at your dumbfoundedness and gently pushed you aside to walk into the apartment. Once he set the bags down on the kitchen counters, you returned to your senses and closed the door to walk over to him.

“So, what are we making today?” you asked, trying to keep your voice as level as possible. It wasn’t an easy task to do, considering his proximity to you.

You held your breath as he grabbed your hands and looked into your eyes. “What’s your favorite fruit?” he asked excitedly.

“Er, strawberries?” you answered, tilting your head to the side in mild confusion.

At that, Felix let go of your hands and quickly pulled out a carton of fresh strawberries from one of the bags. You gasped in delight at the sight of the bright fruit and immediately thanked him.

“It’s no big deal,” he responded while sliding the fruits into the fridge. “I’m gonna eat most of the tarts and choco strawberries anyways,” he added with a sneaky laugh.

You scoffed. “You always say that but you always end up giving me the most.” You smirked at him while taking out the baking materials.

“I don’t give it to you,” he countered. “You steal them.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you told him with a sing-song tone. He laughed from your side, and you swore that you heard actual sparkles, as if he were a fairy, when he did.

You cleared your throat, hoping to rid your mind of distracting thoughts that could be potential problems during the next seven hours that Felix would be at your apartment. “So, master chef Felix,” you started, lowering your voice like a TV show announcer. “What are you going to do first?”

“Well, my fair announcer,” he began, holding up the silicon whisk like a microphone. “I think we should start with preparing the shortbread dough, what about you?”

“Ah, you are the chef. Lead the way,” you responded with a wide smile.

You both laughed together and actually began the baking. Like usual, Felix did most of the work while you played music and assisted from the side. You worked together seamlessly, and soon enough the shortbread cookies were done and strawberry jam cooling to the side.

While you taste-tested the jam, Felix began to whisk the melted chocolate, and you took this time to admire him. You stood at his side, allowing you to admire his side profile.

Felix was easily one of the most beautiful individuals you ever laid your eyes on. But his appearance wasn’t the only part you fell for — he was one of the few people whose inside beauty matched their outside beauty.

Felix was kind, funny, optimistic, and just about every positive adjective you could find in a dictionary. After every failed test, he was there with a cup of strawberry ice cream and a shoulder to cry on. When you landed your first job, he was there to celebrate with you even when your own family wasn’t. And when you and Minho mutually broke up, he was there to give you advice as you coped with the end of your first relationship.

How could you not fall for him?

And sometimes you had the feeling that he liked you back. The touches that would linger for just a few seconds too long, the soft smiles that Chan claimed he only ever gave to you, and his late-night texts all spurned a tiny hopeful fire in you that kept your crush alive.

No matter how many times you tried to get over him and convince yourself that your crush didn’t exist, the tiny voice in your head still spoke. “But what if he likes you back?”

Now, as Felix stood by your side with a soft smile on his face while he whisked the chocolate, that voice screamed louder than ever.

And just as you gained a sliver of courage, the same paralyzing thoughts that have held you back for the past few months returned.

Felix was out of your league in every way. He was social and easily commanded the attention of an entire room with so much as two words. His outward beauty matched his insides, and everyone on campus reached a collective agreement that if angels ever existed and walked among us — Lee Felix was certainly one of them.

And those things were only the tip of the iceberg that is Felix. He was talented, sensitive, supportive, passionate, and everything you could ever ask for and then some.

You then thought back to all the people he rejected - kindly, of course - and how you matched up to them. If Felix didn’t choose to go out with all those beautiful and talented people, what on Earth made you think you would choose you?

At this point, Felix picked up on your sudden silence and how your breaths grew heavy and uneven.

“Are you… alright?” he asked carefully, his own chest beating heavily.

You stared at him, panicked that he caught onto your apprehension. “Um…” you started, trailing off as you met his gaze.

Felix let go of the whisk and grabbed your hands. “You can say whatever you need to.”

“I uh,” you started after a few moments, internally battling yourself to gain courage as you realized that it’s now or never. “I kinda like you,” you admitted quietly, looking down at your intertwined hands anxiously. You waited for him to pull his hand away in disgust and start to kindly reject you like he did to all those other people, but it never came. After a few seconds, his hands still the entire time, you looked up at him with glassy eyes in confusion.

“What?” he finally said, his deep voice softer than ever.

You looked back down at your hands shamefully. “Do I really have to repeat it?” you asked weakly. “I like you, Felix. I have for the past few months and it’s been driving me insane because it feels like my heart’s about to stop dead whenever I see you and I can never think straight when you’re with me. Apparently, it’s been pretty obvious and I really tried my best to get over it so it wouldn’t hurt our friendship.

“Trust me, I really wanted to get over it but I couldn’t, and I know you don’t like me back so it’s ok. I can deal with it on my own and you can just leave a -”

“Y/N,” Felix said suddenly, his voice firm. You looked up, tears rolling down your face as you were sure that he was about to reject you.

“Felix please don’t interrupt me. At least let me finish what I have to say,” you pleaded softly, removing your hands from his.

“Y/N,” he repeated, his voice much gentler. He carefully wiped the tears from your face and took your hands into his again. “Can I say something before you finish?” he requested.

You choked back a sob as you nodded, certain that he was just going to let you down kindly.

“I like you too, Y/N,” he said shyly, a blush spreading across his freckled face.

Your entire body froze.

“I was too scared to admit it because I didn’t think you liked me back,” he continued, the words slowly registering in your mind. “To be honest, I thought you still liked Minho.”

You blushed at his words, thinking back to all the times you would pull Minho, your ex-boyfriend, to the side to talk about Felix these past few months. You didn’t realize how it must have looked to Felix or your other friends.

“I was also… afraid of ruining our friendship, so I’ve just kept it to myself the past two years.”

You gaped at him. “Two years?” you sputtered, causing him to laugh at the way your eyes widened comically. “That’s when we first started uni!”

He shrugged. “What can I say? I was instantly attracted to the way you fought Chan on why you should be allowed to keep the minifridge in your dorm,” he joked.

You blushed at the embarrassing memory, although it wasn’t completely regrettable as it was how you met most of your current friends — including Felix.

“I’m surprised,” you voiced simply. “I didn’t think you would ever like me back.” You breathed out, your muscles relaxing instantly.

Felix grinned again and he moved slowly to envelop you in his arms. He rested his hands on the small of your back and his head on the crook of your shoulder.

“Does this mean that I can take you out on a date?” he whispered.

“Will you promise to stop taking unflattering pictures of me and sending them to me in the middle of the night?” you asked, your head resting against his and arms around him.

He sighed. “Fine,” he answered reluctantly with a whine.

“Then sure,” you responded and pulled your head back to meet his eyes. His eyes shined from the sunlight pouring through the windows and his freckles glimmered like stars across a canvas. Felix was truly beautiful inside and out.

“You have some strawberry jam on your lip,” he said after a few silent moments where you both admired each other.

“Really?” you asked. Your hand moved from his back towards your face, but Felix caught your hand in midair and returned it to its original position.

“I’ll get it,” he murmured with a gentle smile before closing the distance between your lips.

You held your breath as he pressed his soft lips against yours. You instantly recognized the strawberry chapstick he uses and the taste of the shortbread cookies. He swiped his tongue against the corner of your lip, and the sudden sensation caused a shiver to run down your spine.

You brought your hand up to his hair and gently tugged at his dyed locks. Felix brought you closer to him and massaged your back as he deepened the kiss.

When you finally pulled away, your face was burning red and you were completely breathless. Felix was smiling giddily, his arms still around yours.

“I think there’s still some jam left,” he told you, not even giving you a second to respond before he pressed his lips against yours once again. This kiss was much more playful than the last as you giggled against each other in the kiss.

“Did you get it all?” you asked him, your voice reduced to a murmur as he continued kissing your lips.

He hummed, kissing you once and twice in between, before responding, “I don’t think so.”

You laughed against his lips. “Well, I guess you better get it all. I can’t have strawberries stuck on my lips all day.”

He laughed with you, and true to his words, he eventually did get all the strawberry jam off (an extra two hours and an uncountable amount of kisses later).

#lee felix #lee felix x reader #felix stray kids #lee felix fanfic #lee felix imagine #lee felix imagines #skz scenarios #skz #skz fanfic #skz x reader #skz x y/n #stray kids #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids felix #hyunjin #minho

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bangchanswolfpelt · 3 years

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Okay very very basic question tbh but if you had to order the svt members from dom to sub, could you do a mtl for that? <3

ooh, this was fun!! i’ve got them sorted into tiers, then did a kind of soft ranking within those tiers; the boys on the extreme ends are all pretty much on the same level, it's only when you get to the switchier categories that there's a real distinction between rankings.

doms

Joshua: my favorite mean dom that i never talk about!! he acts like the perfect boyfriend, gentlemanly and sweet and considerate, but when everyone thinks you're blushing over sweet nothings whispered in your ear, he's actually threatening to drag you onto the table and spread you open in front of all his friends to show them how pretty you are. very good at mixing sweetness and affection with super degrading dirty talk until you can't think straight. might let you take the lead for a while if you’re feeling assertive, but he’s never really going to give up control

Jeonghan: another mean dom! likes to play games with you that you definitely can't win, but also just likes for you to keep him company sometimes—imagine lots of cockwarming and cuddling. it flips from lazy and soft to mean so fast, though, when he starts getting bored or fidgety he just starts casually teasing you until you're ready to lose your mind. he won't sub for you, but if you have switchy tendencies, he might let you off the leash to watch you dom someone else 😈

Wonwoo: not as mean as Joshua or Jeonghan; he likes to tease a little, but he's ultimately a very sweet and indulgent dom. he's not really interested in playing games, he just wants to make you do some of the most intensely vulnerable and embarrassing things you could ever do in front of another human being and also make you cum until you cry. he likes it when you get a little demanding, likes to see and hear how much you need him—just don't be bratty and he'll make sure you feel real good 🤤

doms with switchy tendencies

Jihoon: very chill laidback dom, he doesn't want much from you, just be a good sub and sit on his dick while he works. when you flip things on him and take control, it's always kind of a pleasant surprise for him; it's not something he yearns for really, but he likes knowing that you want him enough to be assertive and demanding, and he really likes being able to sit back and just feel cared for

Chan: this boy!! just wants to be in charge!! he is hot and cool and has very good ideas, he knows he would be so good at being in charge, so!! just let him!!!! and he's not wrong, he takes such good care of you, makes it feel like the whole world's narrowed down to just the two of you and nothing matters except making you fall apart for him. sometimes, though, he's too tired from practice and work to take the lead; days like that, he loves just letting go and knowing that you've got him. he'll try to act like he hates subbing until you very seriously suggest not doing it again—he won't be able to look you in the eye, but he'll suddenly start insisting that if you had fun, he didn't mind too much 🥺

Seungcheol: wants to be a cool hard dom, and actually manages it sometimes—he likes it when you're challenging or a little bratty, likes ending dumb playful squabbles with you crying and begging for him to have mercy on you. it's not hard at all to get him to sub for you, though—no matter how cool he tries to act, he loves to be cuddled and cooed over and spoiled so when you give him the opportunity, he's absolutely shameless about it

switches

Seokmin: sex with Seokmin is really playful, and unless you're into more rigid d/s roles, things are always going to be kind of fluid; he probably leans just a shade more dom, though, just because he's so unabashed about what he wants that he's pretty much always ready to take the lead

Hoshi: chaotic switchy nightmare of a boy!! sometimes it can be hard to tell if he's trying to a bratty, needy sub for you, or if it's the mean, teasing dom in him jumping out—he's hard to keep up with, but he'll make sure you're never bored 😂

Minghao: our true neutral prince of switches!! is down for literally anything as long as you don't try to lock him down into strict permanent roles, but really enjoys sex and bdsm as artistic expression. expect a lot of rope, wax, and body paint for the both of you—and his camera is definitely going to be out for all of it 🥵

Vernon: the most passive out of all our switchy boys; like Seokmin, he doesn't care all that much about d/s roles, but leans slightly subbier just because he's ready to roll with whatever you want to do. he just wants to be close to you and also maybe get off, how you get there is mostly up to you

subs

Seungkwan: this boy will act like a dom, but really he’s just a brat!! getting him to admit it will be like pulling teeth, but he really just wants someone who can put him in his place 😈

Mingyu: he'll try to take charge because that's what he thinks you expect from him, but he just really wants someone to love him and appreciate him and tell him what to do. call him your sweet baby boy when you curl up to nap together, call him your good little housewife when he makes you dinner, just make him feel small and loved and he'll be putty in your hands

Jun: a little playful, a little bratty, but he ultimately just wants to be a sweet boy for you. will twist himself into knots trying to be good, but has such poor impulse control—he’ll misbehave then immediately feel so remorseful. be gentle with him 🥺

#svt smut #seventeen smut #seventeen really gave me six terrible doms and an arthoe switch how am i supposed to look at anyone else #svt💎#mail corner 📬#mtl📈#mtl📶

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s1utspeare · 3 years

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DID SOMEONE SAY BODY LANGUAGE COMPARISON???

I heard the sweet, dulcet tones of acting meta on this post and could not resist her call, so @xcziel, @foxofninetales, this one is for you.

THE LIU CHANG DMBJ CHARACTER META: WANG CAN vs LIU SANG

So first of all lemme just say I love these bitches, and what’s interesting about Liu Chang is that he plays them on opposite ends. There’s not much he can do about the fact that, y’know, he’s the same-ass person, but there are some very distinct differences between Liu Sang and Wang Can, which we will be talking about now.

Liu Sang photo cred: @foxofninetales

Wang Can photo cred: @xcziel

Jiang Wu photo cred: me screenshotting @xia-xueyi’s Moonfall Echo subs (ep. 13)

PART ONE: BODY LINES

I’ve talked about body lines before! But now we get to look at it from the same actor in two different characters! As a recap, straight lines are strong, sturdy, confident, and straightforward; curved lines are weaker, but more interesting and more dynamic.

For example!!

We got our bitch Wang Can here!! This is our first look at this slimy man, and look! He’s like a square!!! All straight lines, all ups and downs. Him body a square!! The costume people also do a great job of boxing him up bc of the tailoring of his jacket, and the two neutral color palette. There’s no embellishments, no decor. This is a straightforward man!! He’s not hiding anything except exactly how much of a bitch he is

(Also notice that his hands are showing and in fists. This will be important in a minute.)

Next, we have our favorite boy Liu Sang, showing up for the first time (ignore the differences in angles):

Oho! He’s a curvy motherfucker!! Aside from the fact that his clothes are now tailored correctly to demonstrate his natural curves, this mans is also curving himself! His arms! Are loose! And bent!! His head and neck aren’t nearly as emphasized! And! AND!!!! His hands are in his fucjing POCKEEETTTSSS. That indicates FURTIVENESS! That indicates MYSTERY! We’re going to find some things OUT about this boy and we’re gonna like it!!!

In comparison, look at Jiang Wu:

LIU CHANG U BEAUTIFUL BITCH. He fucking BENT HIS ARM. He kept one straight and BENT THE OTHER!!! Oh joyous occasion!! We have a DYNAMIC BOY!! but not too dynamic—peep that hidden hand! Also I love this bc it was TWO DIFFERENT LIU CHANG CHARACTERS IN THE SAME SHOW!!! :D see!! Here’s Liu Sang again!

THIS IS A CONFIDENT LIU SANG!!!! He is CHANGED! He is capable of expressing emotions now! Look at just how much body language he has going on, while in comparison, Jiang Wu and Wang Can are like creepy Wood Baby Puppets. His body shape is boxy again, but that’s bc he’s the protagonist of this one. The plot hinges on him, he’s gotta be sturdy.

WHAT WE HAVE DETERMINED SO FAR:

Wang Can is straight lines, no hidden agenda (which is funny cause he’s a Bad Guy)

Liu Sang is dynamic lines and movement, and alludes to mysterious ✨secrets✨

Jiang Wu is a mix of the two and also a dumb dork (that’s not from the body language, I just think he’s funny)

PART TWO: HAIR, BABY!

Once again I owe my life to costuming people. Someday I’ll write that Mystic Nine costuming meta but today we’re focusing on Liu Chang and, specifically, his HAIR PEOPLE!!! I love them and would die for them literally

Once again, ladies and gentlemen and all my glorious they/thems, Wang Can:

OOOOOH I hate his slimy RAT FACE lemme AT EM. Ahem. Regardless, let’s take a look at this BITCH, shall we? We have: straight line face angles!! Very standard shape, BUT this is all accented by the fact that his hair is S C R A P E D back to within an inch of its life, like. Ahem. Sir. Please. Also this man’s got CONTOUR on. If u look at literally any pics/videos of Liu Chang out of character he is NOT this angular. His head is just as rectangular as his body, and the pulled back hair emphasizes his face, which is interesting as he doesn’t do a whole lot with it.

Alternatively, Liu Sang:

This is a nice boy!!! This is a nice soft boy!!! Look his face has CURVES that are emphasized by the glasses (which also draw attention to his eyes, which is good bc that’s where he does the most work, which we’ll get to later) and the HAIR!!! His hair is soft!! It’s flowy! It’s curvy! He conditions!!! This boy is approachable and will Not shoot you One Million Times with a Machine Gun. This also works with the Liu Sang Signature Ponytail, as he leaves thick-enough bang pieces out to also give the illusion of curves around his face. Also his nose and cheekbones are NOT as strongly contoured, so the angularity of his face is softened as well

WHAT WE HAVE DETERMINED SO FAR

dmbj hair and makeup people were doing the absolute most

Wang Can’s hair gives us the most access to The Face, giving him a slick, straight look, and also something else which we will discuss next

Liu Sang is Soft and Curved bc of the hair and glasses, primarily

Oh speaking of fucking which you know who else is soft??? Huang Junjie. That’s the softest man I have ever seen. His xiaoge is my favorite bc it’s perfectly believable that he’s Butter Inside based solely on his Cheeks (again, it’s the hair people doing the Lord’s work)

PART THREE: IT’S ALL IN THE FACE

The face is the actor’s best friend, and Liu Chang definitely uses his well. We know him as being sort of stoic, more on the Xiao-Ge end of things than the Wu Xie side, but if u compare Liu Sang to Wang Can, LS is going HAM with the facials.

Let’s take a look!

Fuck me UP!!!!!! Look at him!! This is one of the earlier episodes too so we haven’t even gotten to the real good stuff but!!!! Look at his eyebrows!!! Look at how wide his eyes get (once again, the glasses are jumbotroning the peepers)! Look at his unhappy lil mouth!! That’s a whole REALM of facial expression, and so early on in our journey!

Meanwhile, Fuckboy Prime:

(Pardon the garbage screencap, my laptop broke on me this week and I am Suffering)

This is at the very end of Wang Can’s time with us; he’s fighting and he’s going to die and he KNOWS it, but this bitch doesn’t even draw his eyebrows together. Mcwhomst???? Bitch u GOTTA give us more than that I’m BEGGING u

The other interesting thing about their differing facial expressions is that Liu Sang emotes mostly with his eyes, and Wang Can emotes mostly with his mouth. This is very obvious in the clip @xcziel posted, esp when he starts doing the whole gesturing-with-his-chin thing, but it’s prominent throughout.

These two screenshots were taken like fifteen seconds apart. He does a whole face journey, but only with his mouth. His eyes stay fixed; they move, sure, but they don’t get any wider or anything like that.

Liu Sang, however is always doing stuff with his eyes. For example (I couldn’t find an image of it quick enough but I know that @kholran has this gifset), the sacrifice scene where he looks up at Wu Xie with the biggest, most pleading and questioning eyes imaginable?? Kills me. The DEPTH in those bad boys. Fuck me UP.

This also checks out when we remember the glasses. Since they emphasize the eyes, we’re drawn to that part of Liu Sang’s face, so it makes sense that the majority of his expression would happen there. This is also prominent with his hearing abilities; whenever he’s trying to focus them (or get us to focus on him), he not only turns his eyes away, he SHUTS THEM, which means we as the audience know that there’s something going on underneath the surface, and really highlights the fact that this is an unusual and cool power!

With Wang Can, however, the structure of his face and absence of Hair Curves directs the eye to his mouth, so we watch that to tell what’s going on in his head. It’s all about directing the eye, and Liu Chang is very good at knowing where people are going to be looking!

SO: WHAT HAVE WE LEARNED?

Liu Sang, Wang Can, and Jiang Wu are all very distinctly characterized through their body language

The same actor becomes different characters by using their toolkit (the body) to its full potential

Hair and makeup people are Wizards

Wang Can is a Whole-Ass Ho and I do not miss him even a little bit

Liu Sang’s body dynamics change over time and I love that for him!!

I’m a giant nerd the end

#this is a long boy but I’m a nerd and enjoy drawing Arrows #liu sang #wang can #liu chang #dmbj #dmetabj #my meta #acting meta #tomb of the sea #the lost tomb reboot #moonfall echo

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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 3 years

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We Met Within This Screen (chapt. 5)

[Donnie x fem reader]

sfw, chapt. 4 here

Just as Donnie had predicted, the night air was cold on his scales. Right upon leaving, Mikey brought up to Leo going in pairs this time, to cover more ground, he said. An extra thorough patrol. Donnie honestly couldn't make up his mind and so by then he was flying by the seat of his pants, not objecting to Mikey's plan, but also not agreeing. He doubted Leo would be convinced, anyway. They didn't do duo patrols that often.

"I was thinking we could split up this time, you know, me and Donnie, you and Raph?" suggested Mikey, closing the manhole behind himself.

"I thought you liked it when we're all together," Leo commented.

Donnie shot Mikey a look, trying to tell him to cool it, but he shrugged, "Come on, it'll be like some kind of training or...something," Mikey went behind Leo and shook his shoulders, "aren't you into that?"

Internally, Donnie facepalmed. Unless he actively tried to stop this, it was going to happen, wasn't it? One way or another, probably; it all depended on how Leo was feeling that night. Raph was indifferent. He didn't care whether they were all together or in pairs, just that he got to flex his combat skills some. If he could, he'd go out and do it on his own, even.

Leo looked around, considering Mikey's suggestion. "Okay," he agreed, eventually. "You and Donnie take East, Raph and I will cover the usual route and then—"

"No," Mikey interjected. Both Leo and Raph's brows furrowed as they stared at their brother. He motioned toward Donnie, "Me and Donnie can take that, you guys just go on ahead," he smiled. "You know I like checking out the skatepark!"

"No skating," Leo said.

"I'll just watch whoever's there, then." He pouted.

Raph snorted. "Yeah, make sure he actually pays attention, Donnie."

"As usual," Donnie sighed, and looked at Leo.

"Well, what do you think, Don?"

The decision is up to me?

Turns out it was his all along, but he wanted to feign innocence in saying that Mikey was the one to drag him through it. Easier to not take responsibility and let life happen at you rather than making a conscious effort, at times.

"I guess we can do that," Donnie answered reluctantly. He could have said no. Why didn't he? In the corner of his eye, he saw Mikey beam, giving him a discreet thumbs up.

"Alright, meet back here by four AM, and if either of you run into big trouble, call. We'll come," Leo said. "Same for us."

"Yeah, we'll holler for ya," added Raph dismissively. "And nah, a big dog doesn't count as trouble, Mikey." He sounded gruff, but in actuality, he was still chuckling to himself over that years later. After they got over being annoyed that he had called them from that far while they were on a supply run. Chased by a junkyard dog—some of their least favorite parts about visiting those places.

"Hey, it was mean! And way fast!" Mikey protested as they parted ways, them taking to the East and red and blue the opposite way.

As per course, Donnie and Mikey took their normal route, and his heart skipped a beat when they met the scene of their last run-in with criminals. Not because of them, no, but because of the familiar apartment building that was now more intimidating than he'd expected. They circled the area like they normally would have, but Mikey came to stop them on a roof just opposite of the complex, eyes searching each window. Obscured by the height of the building, he sat on the edge.

Donnie didn't know what to do with himself. He stood back a good ten feet, somehow paranoid of being spotted even though he knew it was not possible from their angle in the complex. Mikey was comfortable, and weirdly at peace as he sat there quietly on the edge, assumed to be waiting for his brother to make a move. But Donnie was stuck in place.

"What are you waiting for, D?"

The sudden question broke him from his stillness. It was true; he didn't know what he was waiting for.

"I—I don't know what you want me to do, what are you thinking?" Donnie asked in return, stepping back a little further as he noticed movement behind the curtains of a lit window.

"Get your phone out and talk to her," Mikey told him, waving his hand at the apartments. "What did we come out here for if you aren't gonna make it right, bro? Do some smooth talk, tell her you're sorry and you wanna get to know her better…"

"This is absolutely a ridiculous plan," Donnie said, though as if his hands had thought of their own, they reached for his phone, and a moment later he was looking at the messages. Still nothing. Radio silence on both of their ends. How would he approach it? "I'm sorry I went from hot to cold so fast. Please talk to me again." Too strong. "Sorry, can we get a redo?" Too casual. "I'd like to apologise for being a jerk." Okay, that's just not good. Reconciling was going to be as difficult as he'd thought it would be.

Mikey came over and looked at his phone screen and his brother floundering, thumbs stuttering across the keyboard, deleting the text, retyping it over and over again for perfection where he wasn't going to find any–

"I got this, let Love Doctor Mikey handle it," he said, taking the phone right from Donnie's hand.

"You've never been in a relationship, not even talked to anyone, how would you—"

Mikey shushed him. Donnie was going to snatch the phone away but he spun around, draping himself over his shoulder. "Just let me work my magic, dude!"

Donnie couldn't watch; he had to turn away. How sure he was that Mikey was going to say something uncalled for, something weird or bone-headed, and the wait was killing him. What if she didn't even respond? Was that better than doing damage control for Mikey's shenanigans? For someone usually decisive, he could not for the life of him make up his mind about what he wanted at that very instance.

The phone vibrated.

Mikey cheered. "Got her on the line, now you just gotta reel 'em in," he grinned, handing the phone back to Donnie.

"Hey :/

I thought you wanted to stop?"

Mikey kept trying to lean over to catch a glimpse of the screen, but Donnie felt that it was a personal moment, so without skipping a beat, he activated the electric current in his staff and poked it behind him into his brother's plastron.

"Fine," Mikey whined. He stepped in one last time, "But don't hold out on me here!"

Trying to find an graceful way to patch this all up, Donnie replied:

"I apologise for that, and I know you probably want an explanation, but it's hard to explain

Moment of weakness?

I guess...

Anyway. I'm not expecting you to suddenly be cool with it, if you don't want to talk to me I understand

Sorry."

Mikey noticed Donnie's dismal expression and he mellowed out accordingly, standing close but not putting a hand on him, nor saying anything. He didn't watch the phone, but Donnie's face and slumped shoulders. He'd thought it would have been going better by now.

"I won't lie, I'm still confused

But if you're going through something, I'm right here for you

Don't worry about it. Just don't give me a spook like that again, I thought it was me

lol

Okay it's not funny but this is a little awkward"

Donnie's heart sank reading that. He'd made her feel bad, even question herself over his problem. Never had he wanted to make her think it was her that drove him off.

"No, no, it was never you

Again, I can't really explain…

Is it okay if we just try this again?

I understand if not."

"Jeez Bo, I already said it's alright

I WANT to keep talking to you, you're cool

So let's forget about it, yeah?

Friends again :) "

And like that, his heart took a leap. A smile slowly spread across his face, and without looking away from the screen, grabbed Mikey by the shell, pulling him toward. "Look at this!" he exclaimed.

"You see it too?" he quirked, pointing at the apartment complex across the road.

Donnie paused and looked over his shoulder at him, "What?"

On one of the balconies sat a lone girl, on her phone, and if Mikey looked hard enough, he could see a smile. Definitely a smile.

"Ah!" yelped Donnie quietly. He scurried back against the wall of the attached building behind him, as far as he could.

"Dude! Come on, this is perfect!" Mikey nudged him, and when he didn't hop up onto his feet, dragged his brother near the edge of the roof. Donnie was boneless but unwilling, his mind stuck on the fact that she thought he was cool. Him, cool. Was he? She didn't know even the half of it. She didn't know he was a martial artist, technically a genius, and that he'd gone against some of the worst the city had to offer. And without that, she still thought he was cool, as an average guy.

As average as what my circumstances will allow me to be.

Feet dragging all the way, Donnie's stomach did a flip as they met the ledge, peering carefully over it in a crouch. They were prone, watching the girl who was completely unaware of their presence. He was, simply put, enraptured, for a second there, studying her features as much as he could from where they were. The details of her face were not distinct due to the distance, but he could tell she was both nothing like he'd imagined and so much more. For once, he didn't immediately question the validity of the situation; there was no "it could be a coincidence", or "it's too unlikely that she would be out just as they were". Not right away. But it hit him when Mikey spoke.

"You're so lucky, D," he said wistfully. "Really." Head rested on his forearm, his gaze fell on not one thing, but the whole scene, a somber smile gracing him. He was excited, happy for his brother. But deep down, Donnie knew that though Mikey wasn't envious of him in a resentful way, it had to have stung to witness such a thing unfold for someone not himself. Their youngest had always craved connection the most. He looked away from the girl, "I wasn't gonna let you throw away an awesome chance, was I?"

Releasing a heavy breath, Donnie crawled away from the edge, but his eyes remained on that balcony. It was weird to watch someone who didn't know they were being watched. Not in that context.

"I...guess I may be," Donnie responded. But it would only get more complicated from there. His phone vibrated, breaking his trance, and the message he found read:

"Anyways, with that out of the way, what are you doing?"

Just watching you from a roof, nothing much, Donnie thought.

"Currently out enjoying the night"

"Isn't it kinda cold?"

"What about you?"

He knew what he meant, because he was there watching her as a chilled breeze rolled through, but she told him she wasn't doing anything. Only relaxing and talking to him.

It took him a few minutes to get his bearings. To know that he now had tangible evidence that she was a girl, an ordinary person, and that said person really thought he was cool. Worth the effort. He felt exceedingly difficult for not being able to give her a rightful explanation, but comforted by the fact that he wasn't being demanded of one. He felt light. Almost weightless, with Mikey next to him instead of his other cynical, skeptical brothers. For a moment, he had nothing to worry about.

From across the roof, he could still see the yawn escape her mouth. Probably an indicator that it was time to wrap things up. He didn't want her to stay up too late; it was already odd that she was up at such an hour, almost two AM, but glad nonetheless.

"Are you tired?"

"Yeah

I think I'm gonna hit the hay

So goodnight, Bo

Talk to you later (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞"

She got up, leaning on the railing which faced them.

"I want to stay up with you but—"

Donnie sucked in a sharp breath as she looked up, just barely able to see from underneath the balcony above her. He snagged the strap on Mikey's shell and yanked him back with him away from the edge of the roof, taking cover behind the wall.

"Shit," hissed Donnie, "do you think she saw us?"

These shells, they make us look so big!

"Relax, bro, even if she did, it was only a little bit. Besides, we could be anyone from this far, they don't have pigeon vision."

"You mean 'eagle vision'?"

"They're both birds!"

Donnie deadpanned and peeked over the wall. She'd gone in. Three minutes later, he hadn't gotten any texts yet about something weird on the rooftops, so he could finally relax, groaning lightly. "Too close," he breathed out, "Mikey, we need to go, Leo's going to notice we're not back in time if we don't hurry up and get the rest of this route done."

"Already on it," he whooped, vaulting onto the next roof.

As Donnie was scaling the wall of the attached building, he felt his phone vibrate, and curious, he checked it one last time before getting on his way.

"One question before I go

You ever see stuff you can't explain but even if you did you'd sound crazy?"

Oh, no.

"No, I don't."

Chapter 6

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Dragon Age Library Edition Volume 1 annotations & additional pages/art compilation

Dragon Age Library Edition Volume 1 is a hardcover collection of some pre-existing Dragon Age comics that was released in 2014. It comprises of all issues of The Silent Grove, Those Who Speak and Until We Sleep. In places, it includes additional annotations/commentaries by the illustrators and authors, as well as a few additional pages with additional art. iirc these additional annotations and pages/art aren’t featured or available anywhere else (in the franchise I mean; other people have probably put them online at some point I’m sure).

From what I can see at least, Library Edition Volume 1 is no longer in print, and as such listings for it on resale sites etc are.. price-inflated & prohibitively expensive (~£100+, which I’m sure we can all agree is just not reasonable or accessible to most people). Due to this, I’ve compiled the additional annotations and pages here in this post. Thank you and credit to @artevalentinapaz, who kindly shared the material with me. This post has been made with their permission. The rest of this post is under a cut due to length.

These commentaries are in the context of The Silent Grove, Those Who Speak and Until We Sleep. If you notice any errors or annotations missing, or need anything clarified, just let me know. I think the annotations are in chronological order. In places I elaborated in square brackets to help explain which part of the comics an annotation is referring to. A note before you proceed further: some of the topics referenced in the annotations/additional pages are heavy or uncomfortable. The quotes here are word-for-word transcriptions of dev/creator commentaries, not my personal opinions or phrasings.

(Also, I do recommend always supporting comic creators by purchasing their comics legitimately. I own each issue of these comics having bought other editions of them all legitimately. The reason I put this post together is because this specific Library Edition volume has been discontinued and the consequently-inflated cost is so high, rendering the additional material inaccessible to most.)

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The Silent Grove annotations

Illustrator Chad Hardin: “I used to be an environmental artist for video games, so I built a 3-D model of Antiva City using the program Silo. Many of the buildings are simple cubes, but a few are more detailed. Overall, I spent the better part of a day building it, but I used it again and again throughout The Silent Grove to maintain continuity in the backgrounds.”

Script Writer Alexander Freed: “Even working with David Gaider, it took me several drafts to find Alistair’s voice. His narrative had to convey his humor and self-doubt from Dragon Age: Origins while suggesting a newfound weariness earned during his years on the throne. For readers familiar with the character, he needed to seem like a changed Alistair - but Alistair nonetheless.”

Chad Hardin: “If you read a lot of comics, you might wonder why the majority of the heroes wear skin-tight suits. Well, I can tell you: they are easy and quick to draw. In video games, you build the model once and then animate it, so details don’t slow you down. In comics, everything has to be rendered by hand. Varric and Alistair’s outfits were quite detailed. It took me a long time to get used to them, and even longer to memorize the designs until drawing them was second nature - Varric’s knee armor in particular! Oy vey!”

David Gaider: “One of my favorite scenes in the entire series [when Varric and Isabela are disarming traps and picking locks together while Alistair looks on]. Isabela and Varric, doing what rogues do. I had a suggestion for how to put it together, but Alex managed to make it fit and did a great job with it.”

Chad Hardin: “I never used to keep any of the artwork I created for comics. I would just hand the pages over to my agent to sell. This page [when Alistair, Varric and Isabela are in a tavern together, with hookah in the foreground] I kept for myself. I love the hookah-smoking elves in the second panel and Isabela’s face in the last panel. I rendered the first four chapters of The Silent Grove in grayscale using ink washes, gouache and Copie markers.”

David Gaider: “For a little while, Varric [in these comic stories] was supposed to be Zevran from Dragon Age: Origins, which would have made sense, Zevran being Antivan and all. I know that some fans would have loved to see him, but the dynamics of the group just didn’t work as well. Then a planned cameo later had to be cut for space. Ah well, Zev, another time.”

Alexander Freed: “Isabela at her most dangerous [climbing up the side of the cliff]. This scene - featuring a scantily clad, dripping-wet woman who tends to flaunt her sexuality - could easily have come across as exploitative, but Chad did a lovely drop portraying Isabela as purely focused and deadly.”

Chad Hardin: “Isabela rising out of the water and scaling the cliff with the knife in her mouth is one of my favorite parts of The Silent Grove. It is one of those moments where the writing really inspired the art. Hats off to Alex and David. This is another page I kept for myself.”

Colorist Michael Atiyeh: “This is one of my favorite Dragon Age pages. Chad is such an amazing artist; I feel very fortunate to have had the opportunity to work with him.”

Chad Hardin: “I love that this page [when a guard spots Varric and shouts ‘Intruder!’] made it in uncensored. So many times in comics, I draw something and some stuffy lawyers come out of the woodwork and tell me to tone it down. Dark Horse and BioWare always let me have fun, and this turned out to be one of my favorite pages with Varric and Bianca. Any guesses to which word he is mouthing in the second panel?”

Alexander Freed: “Note the simple decency of Alistair as he gives his cloak, without comment, to Isabela. For all his flaws, he’s genuinely kind at heart - a rare enough trait in Isabela’s world that I think it’s much of what she values in him.”

Chad Hardin: “I love the opening panel to this chapter [the opening panels to Chapter 3, when the team are on a ship at sea]. It’s the image I use on the homepage of my website. This page was a gift to my cousin Wendy, who loves pirates. Seascapes with sailing ships might be clichéd in fine art, but for me it was a first.”

David Gaider: “I wanted to have this story center on the group travelling to a Witch of the Wilds other than Flemeth, and originally I had set it somewhere else - until I remembered a Codex entry from Dragon: Age Origins that offhandedly mentioned a witch in the Tellari Swamps. Brilliant! It’d look like I planned it all along. I didn’t.”

Michael Atiyeh: “I love opportunities where I can show a change in the time of day as you move from panel to panel [when the ship heads towards and the team arrive in the Tellari Swamps]. I feel the palette of each panel is very distinct and beautiful.”

Alexander Freed: “Why did Alistair choose two people he barely knows to be his companions on this quest? We never make this explicit, but of course Varric is on the right track. Alistair wants to surround himself with people who don’t know him and won’t judge him, yet it’s Alistair’s idealism that Isabela and Varric work to preserve.”

Chad Hardin: “Another page where the writing inspired the art [when the group suddenly encounter a dragon]. I love the dragon bursting onto the scene and Isabela’s stare. Some writers will try to cram six or seven panels on a page like this and the pacing just doesn’t allow the artist to give each moment the right punch. Can you imagine if the first panel was crammed into a single square inch?”

Chad Hardin: “Yavana was one of the only characters that we did no preliminary sketches for. I don’t know how that happened, but thankfully it worked out.”

David Gaider: “I love how Yavana looks like a cross between Flemeth and Morrigan. Flemmigan? She’s totally Chad’s design, and it’s great. Typical for these witches, she never says things straight. In my mind, this Alistair is the one who did the Dark Ritual in Dragon Age: Origins - and I was half-tempted to have him lose his cool in this first scene [opening panels of Chapter 4] with her. Too early, though.”

Alexander Freed: “Through this whole sequence [the page when Varric aims Bianca at Yavana], Yavana is dropping cryptic hints and Alistair is refusing to play along. He’s met Flemeth and Morrigan - he knows Yavana won’t give him a straight answer, and he won’t give her the satisfaction of asking needlessly.”

Michael Atiyeh: “Sometimes it’s the little things on a page that spark my interest. Here [when the team navigate vines and mud to get to the temple], the sunset panel came out great and the mud looks really thick and gooey. It’s fun to focus on these details and make them stand out.”

Chad Hardin: “I hated drawing this scene [when Isabela gets kicked] where Isabela gets the boot to the face. Call me old fashioned, but I was raised to believe that only a coward would ever hit a woman (even a battle-hardened pirate adventurer). I draw at home, and my girls often watch me work in my studio. This was a page I didn’t want them watching me draw. I do like, though, that Isabela gets up, yanks the arrow out, and then soldiers on (and later extracts brutal revenge).”

Michael Atiyeh: “Poor Isabela. It seems I gave her more bruises and black eyes than any of the other characters. [when Isabela is yanking the arrow out]”

Chad Hardin: “It’s always interesting to go back and look at artwork because it reminds me of what was going on in my life at the time. I inked this page [opening panels of Chapter 5] at a ‘draw night’ session at an anime convention in St. George, Utah. I was one of the special guests, but I missed the first day because I was at my grandfather’s funeral in Las Vegas, Nevada. Seeing this page brought back those memories.”

David Gaider: “‘Bianca says hello.’ [quoting the panels being referenced] I adore Varric. I was tempted to have him narrate the entire series [in reference to these three comics], but then again I liked the idea of having each series center on one of the trio’s viewpoints. This book belongs to Alistair, but that doesn’t stop Varric from getting all the best lines.”

Alexander Freed: “Claudio, of course, is not a terribly sympathetic figure. But I wanted to emphasize that he takes this fight as personally as Isabela - he sincerely loved Luis and blames Isabela for the man’s death. I think it’s important to give every character, even the most loathsome, some dignity. [when Isabela and Claudio are fighting]”

Chad Hardin: “Payback! Here is where Isabela extracts her revenge on Claudio [when Isabela stabs Claudio]. I never enjoyed killing off a character so much. I particularly enjoyed putting the look of shock in his eyes. He had it coming. There is something satisfying about killing a ‘made man’.”

Chad Hardin: “Every now and then when drawing comics, I wish I could animate some panels and watch them as a cartoon. It would be great to see this sequence [when Yavana catches Claudio’s soul] in full motion as Yavana snatches Claudio’s soul, makes it reenter his corpse and then extracts information from him until he bursts into flame. It was a very Hellboy-ish moment. I enjoyed the movie that played in my mind while drawing this scene. Hope everyone liked the result.”

Chad Hardin: “As I mentioned on page 17, I rendered the first four chapters in grayscale, which made the black-and-white art look great, but had a neutralizing effect when it came to colors. By the time I drew chapter 4, I had seen the effect it was having and decided to stop using the grayscale so the colors would pop. When I saw this page [when Alistair says to Yavana ‘And we helped you find it’] in print, it confirmed to me that I made the right decision. I honestly feel this art was the best of The Silent Grove.”

Chad Hardin: “I practically painted these pages [when Yavana says ‘It is permitted. Tonight and only tonight’] in thumbnails hoping it would help me choose how to render them in ink. It is so hard trying to figure out how to get a full range of value out of just black and white. There are some artists and inkers that make this look easy. Mark Schultz comes to mind. Michael saved my bacon. Colorists really do so much work when it comes to rendering; this page came out awesome because of him.”

David Gaider: “Here we reveal the existence of Great Dragons (as opposed to High Dragons), and also that Yavana was the source of the return of dragons to Thedas after their departure for so many centuries. But why? There’s the rub, and not even Alistair can trust that she’s telling him the truth.”

David Gaider: “Here’s the controversial scene [Alistair killing Yavana]. I think some fans don’t like that Alistair did this, and have said they consider it out of character. I don’t. From his perspective, Flemeth and her daughters have been toying with the world for reasons that can’t be trusted. They dragged Maric away from his family, from him. One might think his judgement foolish, but considering what Alistair was capable of deciding even back in Dragon Age: Origins, it’s certainly not out of character.”

Chad Hardin: “[same scene as above] This was a controversial page, and there were a lot of people who thought it was out of character for Alistair to kill Yavana (I didn’t see it coming - I mean, you just don’t kill a Witch of the Wild), but here is the thing: this page is Alistair acting as a king. Yavana has been manipulating him, trying to play him like a pawn, and he just can’t allow that. There’s too much at stake, for himself and for his subjects.”

Alexander Freed: “The end? An end, at least [the trio walking off into the distance]. The series needed a note of closure while leading into Those Who Speak (which wouldn’t arrive until many months later). David tweaked the ending in the outline several times, and I did my best to balance resolving Alistair’s emotional journey without resolving the quest. It’s not as clean as I’d have liked, but fortunately, now it’s all in one volume...”

Those Who Speak annotations

Alexander Freed: “Capturing Isabela’s narrative voice was much easier for me than capturing Alistair’s - partly because I’d already written The Silent Grove, and partly because of my own writing proclivities. Rereading now, I wonder if I laid on the (mild) profanity a bit too thick. I’ll leave you to judge.”

David Gaider: “I like the additional detail Alex and Chad put in, letting us see more of Qarinus and more of Isabela’s crew. Alex wanted to give her crew more of a presence, and let her first mate have some face time, so they weren’t just parts of the scenery. Good call on his part.”

David Gaider: “I’m really fond of the formal getups Chad made for the party. Isabela’s actually comes from a concept we didn’t use from the cancelled Dragon Age 2 expansion, if I remember right. And Maevaris came from me asking for ‘someone who looks like Mae West’ - with the wonderful outfit all Chad’s doing.

Chad Hardin: “Maevaris. I love Mae. When David and Dragon Age art director Matthew Goldman spoke to me about designing Mae, they wanted her to be fully female with the exception of her biology. They told me to think ‘Mae West’. Well, when I think of Mae West, I think of her... womanly shape. So, drawing Maevaris was always walking a fine line between portraying Mae’s identity and her biology. The process endeared her to me.”

Michael Atiyeh: “Just like in The Silent Grove, we are introduced to another gentleman from Isabela’s past [when the team meet Lord Devon and Isabela threatens him]. As was the case with Claudio, he will meet his fate at her hands.”

Chad Hardin: “When I was drawing Titus, my kids asked me why I was drawing ‘angry Jesus’ or ‘evil Jesus’. I can’t remember which term they used exactly, but it made me chuckle. I was going for a mix of Rapustin and Joe Stalin, but ‘evil Jesus’ would do.”

David Gaider: “I’m not sure it’s apparent here [when Alistair says ‘I’d really rather not’], but Alistair was supposed to be using one of his Templar powers on Titus (that’s why Titus recognizes what he is on the next page) and disrupting his magic.”

Alexander Freed: “Isabela is witty and charming enough that it can be easy to forget that she’s not, in fact, a nice person. Even after finishing the outline, David was concerned about making her too unsympathetic - but I loved his approach in this series. The dark deeds Isabela commits - this murder included [Isabela killing Lord Devon] - are what make her guilt tangible and no easy matter to overcome.”

Alexander Freed: “I thought the notions of Isabela’s pride in her captaincy and dedication to her crew were some of the most interesting aspects of her character in David’s story. In scenes here [when Isabela is on her ship saying ‘Keep them focused and keep them sober’] and elsewhere, I did my best to emphasize their place at the core of Isabela’s world.”

Chad Hardin: “Most of the time I draw from imagination, but because of the complexity of this page [Qunari trying to board Isabela’s ship] I decided it would work better if I had photo reference. On this page are my nephews Jared (Varric) and Adam, my niece Melissa, my kids Erica, Tasey Michaela (Isabela) and Chad (Alistair), my friend’s daughter Amy, my wife Joy, and the neighborhood kids as Isabela’s pirate crew. (The crew member mooning the Qunari is out of my ol’ noodle.) I paid their modelling fee in pizza and root beer. Also, I had originally drawn cannons on Isabela’s ship, so if there are parts of it that look slightly wonky, chances are there was a cannon there.”

David Gaider: “Ever since the BioWare artists finally did a concept for female Qunari, I’ve been itching to include one in the game. It’s always slipped through my fingers, so I was going to be damned if I’d have a Qunari plot in a comic - without the same technical limitations - and not have one present.

Chad Hardin: “I had no idea this was the first time anyone outside of BioWare had seen a female Qunari.”

Michael Atiyeh: “I really like the lighting in this sequence [Isabela in her cell thinking ‘I haven’t eaten in days’], especially the strong white light and the characters in shadow.”

David Gaider: “The entire sequence of Rasaan interrogating Isabela was something I plotted out in detail when this series began. Here they discuss names - something treated in a manner peculiar to the Qunari, considering how much importance they apply to what things are called (and not called), because it forms the core of their identity. Isabela brushes it off, but as we find out later it’s also at the core of her identity. I liked that parallel.”

Alexander Freed: “To balance out the relatively static talking pages elsewhere in the issue, I hoped to make the interrogation and flashback sequences beautiful and full of information. I proposed an approach to Chad, and he wisely reshaped it into what you see here [the page with the scene where Isabela says ‘I’ve made a lot of stupid mistakes’]. Anything that succeeds on these pages should be credited to him; anything that fails is my fault.”

Chad Hardin: “Probably the most challenging spread I have ever done. My friend Stacie Pitt was the model for Isabela on this page, and my wife Joy was Rasaan. I saved these pages [around the scene when Rasaan says ‘Mistakes can be corrected’] for myself.”

David Gaider: “Sten from Dragon Age: Origins becoming the new Arishok of the Qunari was something we'd planned even during Dragon Age 2. This was a great opportunity to show that, and also to show that Sten didn’t acquire horns even despite the makeover the Qunari received in DA2. Hornless Qunari are considered special, and Sten is no exception.”

Michael Atiyeh: “I think that David, Alex and Chad handled Isabela’s flashback [to when she was sold by her mother] in an interesting way, and it created a nice flow to the story.”

David Gaider: “This was a controversial scene [what happened to the slaves Isabela was transporting], the end result of a lot of discussions between me and Isabela’s original writer on the team, and it went through a lot of revisions over that time. It needed to fit with the story Isabela told the player in DA2, but fill in the blanks of what she didn’t tell. We didn’t want Isabela to be someone who became who she is because she was ‘broken’ but instead as a result of her own actions - yet also not be completely beyond redemption.”

Chad Hardin: “These were hard pages [as above] to draw. It was difficult knowing that events such as this are part of human history, such as the Zong massacre in 1781, where the British courts ordered the insurers to reimburse the crew of the Zong for financial losses caused by throwing slaves overboard when faced with a lack of water. Horrifying beyond words.”

Michael Atiyeh: “Here, Isabela visits here crew, and I wanted to play up that she was in the light and they were in a dark cell. The light streaming through the bars gave me the opportunity to highlight Brand, who also had dialogue in the scene.”

Alexander Freed: “I struggled to find a way for Varric to contribute to victory without distracting from Alistair and Sten’s big fight. I’m happy with the solution: a brazen lie seemed appropriate to the character without taking away from the main show.”

David Gaider: “I believe my original plan had Isabela’s and Alistair’s fight scenes happening separately, but I like how Alex intertwined them in the script and I especially like how this ends up highlighting the differences between their characters when their fights are resolved. Isabela is defiant, revealing her name not because Rasaan demands it but because it’s her choice. In both cases, mercy is strength.”

Michael Atiyeh: “The brush I created for the clouds really gave them a nice watercolor effect here [on the deck of the ship, Sten calling Alistair ‘kadan’]. That brush has become a staple in my toolbox.”

Alexander Freed: “With the strong theme of names running through these issues, I liked the notion that Isabela had outgrown being, well, ‘Isabela’. When her name comes up in Until We Sleep, it’s largely played with ambiguity.”

Until We Sleep annotations

Alexander Freed: “The story of ‘Arthur’ is one of my favorite minor sequences [Varric infiltrating and fighting his way into the fortress]. It tells us something about Varric and it delivers plot information - and it’s also a reminder that our heroes kill an awful lot of people during these series and cope with it in their own ways. In general, writing Varric let me skirt the edge of metacommentary, which I greatly enjoyed.”

David Gaider: “Varric, as always, is my ‘voice of the narrator’. Here he’s expressing some of my own amusement at Alistair’s growing list of peculiarities [‘Your majesty is quite the special snowflake’]. To think, back at the beginning of Dragon Age: Origins he was just the player’s goofy sidekick who grew up in a barn.”

Michael Atiyeh: “By the third series, Until We Sleep, I really started to have a complete feel for what I wanted the final art to look like. As an artist, it’s important to continue to evolve and grow. The close-up of Sten’s face [same page as above] is a perfect example of how I wanted the rendering on the characters to look.”

Alexander Freed: “David’s outline called for a short, somber reveal of the Calenhad story by Sten. Fueled by my desire to avoid ‘talking heads’ sequences, I scripted it as a full-on storytelling flashback. David made sure the history worked (at least from the Qunari point of view), and Chad did a beautiful job handling it in a mere two pages.”

David Gaider: “Blood is important in Dragon Age, as a theme. Here we tie in the dragon blood that was mentioned all the way back in The Silent Grove and explain what it means at last. I was a bit hesitant to tarnish the legend of Calenhad the Great in this way, but I comfort myself with the knowledge this tale is but a viewpoint and not necessarily the entire truth.”

Michael Atiyeh: “Titus melting the attacker is a great example of classic comicbook storytelling and exactly what made me fall in love with the medium.”

David Gaider: “I was really happy with how Chad handled the reveal of Mae as transgender [the scene with Mae in the cell]. My worry was that Varric finding her disrobed might be potentially titillating, but I think he handled it nicely. I only wish there was more time to have Mae properly respond to being exposed in this manner, even to a friend.”

Chad Hardin: “I originally drew Mae as female [same scene as above], then changed her anatomy, so the psychological violation and humiliation she felt would be the focus. Hope that came across.”

Chad Hardin: “When in doubt, have Bianca shoot it [Varric shooting the artifact].”

David Gaider: “This scene [Varric and Bianca the dwarf] with Varric was one I wanted to do for a very long time. We’ve hinted that Varric’s crossbow was named after a real person, someone he never wants to talk about. Now I finally had the chance to show why.”

Chad Hardin: “Of all my Dragon Age pages, this scene was hands down my favorite, because Varric is my favorite. It was awesome to get to draw Bianca in her dwarven form. These scenes give you a glimpse of the love Varric and Bianca shared. It doesn’t tell you the whole story, but you can assume plenty from what is shown. You get to see Varric mostly naked (you’re welcome), but most of all you witness Varric’s heartbreak. I felt privileged to draw it. I got so obsessed with drawing this page I did an entire watercolor painting based on the last panel [Varric gets up to leave, ‘This isn’t right’ - ? or perhaps the scene where he opens the door to leave].”

Alexander Freed: “Unreliable narrators are always tricky - done wrong, they can just confuse the reader. But I’m fairly happy with Varric’s lies throughout this series, most of which are used to downplay the emotional cost of events rather than whitewash the events themselves.”

Michael Atiyeh: “This palette worked perfectly [Varric standing in front of the doorway/portal in the Fade proper], but I can’t take all the credit because BioWare provided reference for the Fade. I added the hot orange energy for the doorway, which looks great with the sickly green sky.”

David Gaider: “This scene [Isabela’s Fade nightmare] was actually inspired by a fan named Allegra who did a cosplay as a Qunari version of Isabela. I knew I wanted something like this for Isabela’s Fade section of the comic, but it didn’t really solidify until I saw the cosplay.”

Chad Hardin: “Isabela is more affected by her encounter with Rasaan than we were led to believe. A portent of things to come?”

Michael Atiyeh: “I love this shot of Mae in the fourth panel [on the page where Isabela is affected by vines]. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention what a great character she is in the series, and Chad captures her beautifully in this shot.”

Alexander Freed: “I saw this issue as a sort of downbeat victory lap. Over the course of the previous series, our protagonists largely came to terms with the inner demons the Fade confronts them with here. The fact they’ve come so far lets them win this last battle... but they still have scars that will never completely disappear.”

David Gaider: “Maric was in the first two novels I wrote for Dragon Age. Seeing Chad’s rendering of him as a regal, grown-up version of Alistair made me incredibly nostalgic. Some characters you just never let go of.”

Alexander Freed: “I feel Varric’s lines (‘tell yourself the stories you need to tell’ but ‘never live your own lies’) are the natural endpoint of all the exchanges he’s had with Alistair, starting from the end of Chapter 1 of The Silent Grove. And of course it plays off the story of ‘Arthur’, as well.’’

Chad Hardin: “I’m happy with the way Titus came off in these pages [Titus attacking and saying ‘The last magisters of Tevinter were so close’]. He looks threatening and powerful when fighting Alistair, Isabela and Varric, but genuinely confused by his inability to defeat Maric. Bye-bye, evil Jesus.”

Alexander Freed: “I can’t help but feel for Titus. He was unthinkably corrupt, but I see him as genuinely motivated by Tevinter’s glory. (The fact Alistair reads zealous ideology as a lust for power says a lot about both characters.)”

Michael Atiyeh: “I love the seamless transition of color from Titus’ magic to the dragon breath and then back into the orange remnants of his magic in the smoke. This was a really fun panel to color [Titus saying ‘Die by what wrought you’].”

David Gaider: “‘You are not the dreamer here. I am.’ I always have a scene or a line that’s in my head when I begin a tale, and this line of Maric’s was one I wanted all the way back when I started working on The Silent Grove.”

Chad Hardin: “I love this page [Maric and Alistair clasping hands]; Mike’s colors are spot on. We get to see all our heroes in an ideal state for the last time. This is the last Dragon Age page I saved for myself.”

David Gaider: “This scene kills me [Alistair destroying the Magrallen]. I knew it needed to happen; I knew I wanted it to happen even back when I began the story. Alistair lets Maric remain in the Fade rather than dragging him back to a world which has moved on. Alistair’s ready to move on, but forcing him to give up that hope... it makes me feel like a bad person.”

Chad Hardin: “Heartbreak for Alistair as he realizes that once again, as a king, he must kill: this time, his own father (granted, the Magrallen did most of the work). I really like how Maric crumbles away in the end. This was my last page, and the emotions on the page and in my studio were very final. Altogether, this was a year of my life in the making. On my last page, I wrote a thank you to everyone involved, the crew at Dark Horse and the crew at BioWare. I’d like to take this opportunity to thank them again. It was a thrill. Finally, a huge thank-you to the Dragon Age fan community, whose support was overwhelmingly awesome.”

Michael Atiyeh: “As the story came to an end, I knew I was going to miss these characters. Writing these annotations reinforces the fact that I hope to work with this great creative team again one day. Many thanks to Dark Horse and BioWare for the opportunity to work on Dragon Age.”

Alexander Freed: “The tension between the art and the narration on this page [the one with Alistair sitting on his throne while nobles argue] is something you can only pull off in comics. Neither tells the full, bittersweet story alone. Similarly, these issues wouldn’t have been possible without everyone on the team; thanks to David, Chad, Michael, and everyone I lack space to list!”

Additional pages / art

Library Edition Volume 1 also came with some additional pages, with additional art and commentary. These are as follows (I’m including them for the sake of completion, click the links to see):

1. Alistair and dragon concepts

2. Rasaan and Maevaris concepts

3. Sten, Titus and Yavana concepts

4. A series of cover pages 1

5. A series of cover pages 2

In case anyone has trouble reading the notes that accompany these images, I’ve transcribed them below:

1. Dragon Age Sketch Book

Alistair Concept

Dragon Age / Dark Horse

Chad Hardin: “The headshot of Alistair is from a finished sketch with a rejected armor design. In order to save time, the redrawing was completed on the computer, where tweaks and changes are quick and easy, if somewhat less glorious.”

[Dragon] Head #1 / Head #2

Chad Hardin: “Everyone liked this dragon sketch so much that Dark Horse printed it for signings at conventions. You can see I did multiple proposals for the dragon’s head. It was more effective than drawing the body over and over.”

2. [arrow pointing to Mae’s sleeve] concealed [I think that’s what it says anyway] daggers / shurikens?

Chad Hardin: “When designing Rasaan and Maevaris, I wasn’t exactly sure how their roles would play out in the series. Maevaris’ outfit was inspired by brothel madams of the Wild West. I thought it would be cool to have some weapons concealed in the formal wear. These never came into play in the series, but they were there in my mind.”

3. Chad Hardin: “Although we only see Titus in his battle garb in one issue, I really liked the design of his armor. The sketch of Yavana was done on the fly and served as both a rough preliminary sketch and as a panel layout. You have to work hard and smart in comics to keep up with the deadlines.”

4. Cover Artist Anthony Palumbo: “This was my first assignment for Dark Horse, and I was both excited and nervous. I drew pencil sketches of the main characters, scanned them and played with different arrangements, poses and color schemes in Photoshop.”

5. Anthony Palumbo: “Fellow illustrator Winona Nelson helped me by sitting for photo reference. I created the mock-jewelry with gold-painted Sculpey. That’s a quick photo of my own gaping maw, to help with the image of Varric.”

#dragon age #bioware #video games #artevalentinapaz #alistair theirin #fav warden #morrigan #queen of my heart #long post #longpost

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sheabeeprime · 3 years

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I Drive Me Mad

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By: @sheabeeprime for @superherotiger as part of @friendly-neighborhood-exchange -> I'm so sorry this is late. I worked really hard though and wouldn't even read my story until this was posted so I hope you love it <3

Rating: Teen + Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark

Summary:

Even though he couldn’t make out most of the distinct features that would confirm this figure to be human, let alone someone he knew, he wasn’t afraid. This man wasn’t scary like his captors had been. No, he radiated safety and warmth and through the armor plating that now gently caressed his cheek, Peter detected a familiar smell of expensive cologne mixed with motor oil which he recognized as home. “D-Dad? Please…help me,” Peter whimpered, fighting spirit returning ever so slightly as he resisted the need to allow his eyes roll back into his skull and fall into the forever slumber. It hurt to stay awake and to try and comprehend reality, but something inside of him said that he had to. He had to, if not for himself than for the blob of red and gold which held him close. He couldn’t imagine how terrible it would be for a father to lose their only child. “It’s okay Peter; you’re going to be okay." Or: In the aftermath of his kidnapping, Peter takes comfort from Tony during a Thunderstorm.

References to Torture

The first time Peter called Tony “Dad,” he was tired and 100% drugged out. Whatever his kidnappers injected him with was strong, with its effects still lingering even after his captors ceased their torture and left for him dead. Peter only hoped the reason they finally abandoned his husk was because they realized Iron Man and the rest of the Avengers were hot on their tail.

It took an additional 36 hours after that, however, before Tony and the others finally found him. At that point Peter was damn near dead.

Days prior he was still trying to fight through the toxins as they were administered. He tried to stay awake and learn everything he could about his captors... Now, the spiderling was just trying to save his energy enough to stay alive, to maintain his vital functions, even if poorly.

Peter couldn’t even hold his head up anymore; allowing it to lull from one side to the other when his mentor tried to shake him back into awareness. The unpleasant feeling of his head rolling about his shoulders, however, was just barely enough ignite the fringes of his mind with a semi-consciousness. He mentally reached for the feeling, trying to hold onto it as long as possible.

“D-Dad?” He asked, tongue thick and cottony.

It took all his enhanced strength, but Peter lifted his head up just enough so that when his eyelids fluttered open, he was looking at the blurred figure before him in their eyes.

“D-Dad? Please…help me,” Peter whimpered, fighting spirit returning ever so slightly as he resisted the need to allow his eyes roll back into his skull and fall into the forever slumber.

It hurt to stay awake and to try and comprehend reality, but something inside of him said that he had to. He had to, if not for himself than for the blob of red and gold which held him close. He couldn’t imagine how terrible it would be for a father to lose their only child.

“It’s okay Peter; you’re going to be okay.”

He clung to the feeling of hope that being in this figure’s arms brought him. Hands still bound behind his back with vibranium cuffs, Peter simply nuzzled into the neck of who he hoped to be his father, breathing in a heavy and ragged way while trying to hold back tears as the man cradled him and whispered sweet nothings, only stopping on the occasion to bark orders at the other Avengers.

Peter tried to ignore how every fiber of his body seemed to suddenly be subjected to hot flames when he was finally lifted up by the red and gold. As they took off into the air, Peter moaned, head throbbing to the same rhythm of his uneven pulse. His senses were both still dulled and on overdrive. He couldn’t even enjoy the way the cool air that filtered past them brought relief to his burning body because of the simultaneous wind sounds and air pressure that pounded in his ears.

Landing had to be worse than flying though. Peter wasn’t sure how long they’d been in the air for prior to hitting the ground, but the jostle it wrought was enough to displace Peter’s empty stomach such that his body, tired as it was, instinctually lurched forward in an attempt to dry heave. The strong arms holding him tightened their fatherly grip as Peter trembled in the aftermath, praying that the numbness he felt before might return and mask this pain once again.

There seemed to be no time to try and relax though. Almost immediately after his stomach attempted to turn inside out did a group of hands try to pry the crime-fighting-spider from his human safety blanket. Peter half expected the metal man to defend him, so when the man instead began the relinquish the hold he had on Peter to the group of strangers, Peter felt fear strike his heart.

“No!” he cried out, pushing back into the chest of the one person he knew was safe while trying to violent kick at his attackers.

“Pete, it’s okay. They just want to help. You’re safe,” The figure spoke in his ear, voice smooth and even, never once showing there was a reason to panic.

The words seemed to cocoon the spiderling up like his favorite MIT Hoodie. They allowed just the smallest morsel of comfort to sink into his skin and convinced him to momentarily stop bracing against the mass of hands just long enough for them to somehow release him from confines of the vibranium cuffs.

When Peter felt the pressure on his writs dissipate, his arms immediately snapped forward to wrap around his red and gold savior, gripping into the alloy mixture without fear of denting it. The person behind the armor didn’t even flinch he crunched the suit like aluminon foil.

“Don’ wan you ‘o leave me,” Peter slurred.

A couple minutes of silence passed, where the figure just hushed Peter by massaging his arms with one hand, supporting him still with the other, until the teenager could be coaxed into letting go and laying onto a gurney. When he finally relinquished the last of his grip and the medical staff began to work, Peter felt a stab of panic into his heart again. Behind his eyes, he could see the masked faces of his captors, taunting him in his intoxicated, helpless state and reaching to inflict more pain. Before Peter could open his mouth to scream, however, the sensation of someone holding his hand cut through the vision, anchoring him to reality.

The hand was about the size of the metal ones holding onto him earlier, except this time they were made of flesh. They felt soft yet calloused; gentle yet firm.

“Dad?”

Peter blinked a couple times, double vision lining up long enough to see Tony Stark’s face hovering over his own, concerned eyes and a worried smile. He ran his free hand over Peter’s sweat and blood matted hair, just like a parent would.

“It’s okay, little Bambino. I’m not going anywhere.” ~~~~~~~~

Peter didn’t remember calling Tony “Dad.” Actually, Peter didn’t remember much from his recuse at all. He wasn’t as embarrassed about it as his mentor, and even he himself, thought he was going to be though. Peter had recused people from kidnapping situations before and accepted that sometimes they say and do weird things. Never mind the fact that he had been fighting off calling Iron Man “Dad” in everyday conversations about a month prior to the incident.

Surprisingly, Peter was more flustered to find out that, true to his word, Tony stayed with him through all the poking, prodding, and evaluating. Even when surgery was deemed necessary

to reset some broken bones Peter had, Tony was there while he was put under and prepped for surgery. It was not until the lead doctor, Helen Cho, insisted that his presence in the surgery suite would be unsanitary and could inhibit the team of doctors that the billionaire finally did step aside. And even still, Tony’s face was the first he saw when he woke up.

Peter made a pretty quick recovery after that, all things considered. Once he gained enough weight back for his super healing to begin and work again, his bones and wounds seemed to knit themselves back together at an astronomical rate. 48 days after the incident and Dr. Cho even cleared him to be Spider-Man again, to Tony and May’s disgruntlement.

But Peter figured, this kind of thing…it happens to heroes. It happened to Tony. Sure, that was before he became Iron Man, but it still counts. And anyway, he didn’t want it to stop him from helping people; from preventing that kind of thing from happening to anyone else. He did the time in the hospital, he went to Tony’s mandated therapy, he should be able to be Spider-Man. It was the best thing for him anyway; to just move on.

Because that’s what heroes do.

Right?

But while he may have recovered from his physical wounds, his mental ones seemed tattooed with ugly ink on the back of his skull

Peter found he no longer felt safe in the apartment, with the sounds of the city beneath him. Whenever he closed his eyes, the dripping of their old bathroom faucet, or the sounds of his neighbors arguing, or the smell of the trash on the curb somehow brought him back to that grimy warehouse he had been kept in.

And when he was out and about, Peter’s Spidey Sense would constantly thrum. It made him seem paranoid. He would jump at just the sound of car doors closing or cats meowing or even just his friends approaching from behind. Everyone felt too close, but also too far.

The nightmares had to be the worst of it. Every night, he felt tortured again. Sometimes they were memories, sometimes imaginative scenarios, but always his fears playing out before his eyes. He tried to immerse himself with Spider-Man patrols and schoolwork in the late hour of night when sleep felt like imprisonment, but that wasn’t helping his mental state either.

That’s how Peter found himself sleeping at the Tower.

Peter wasn’t sure if being so high up and far away from the streets was what helped him calm down, or the bullet proof windows, or if it was just being close to Tony, but something about the Tower allowed him to sleep, even if only a little bit.

May was the first to approve of the arrangement.

“Anything to help my baby get better,” she said.

Tony had been pushing for him to stay anyway.

“It’s safer,” the genius would claim. And he was right, but there was more too it than that.

Either way, the Spiderling now had his own Star-Wars themed room in the Stark penthouse, down the hall from the master bedroom. And he would be lying if he said staying with his mentor hadn’t been great. The long lab days, the movie nights, the expensive family dinners, all of it was wonderful…except for one thing.

Thunderstorms.

KA-DUUUM!

Peter snapped forward in his bed, a mangled shout caught somewhere in this throat, never to make it out into the open. His eyes darted to the window which was being battered by rain. Part of him was thankful for the thunder for waking him from his impending nightmare. The other part of him, however, knew that this was almost worse.

FU-FOOM!

Another burst of noise had Peter jumping from his bed and into fighting position, hands balled into fists to keep them from shaking.

The tower was not soundproof. And being so high up, Peter felt the sounds of the storm were the only things that were made to be even louder.

Peter could feel see his veins throbbing with increased blood pressure. He squeezed his eyes shut to try and focus on his breathing, but the darkness behind his eyelids made his mind swim with anxiety.

“There is nothing to fear. There is nothing to fear. I’m safe here. I’m safe here,” Peter whispered to himself.

Logically, Peter knew this was just a harmless storm. He used to love watching them out of the massive windows in the tower. But ever since he came home from being kidnapped, he couldn’t handle it. The noises, the flashes of light, the way the tower seemed sway in the wind, all of it was too much for his heightened senses. The worst of it was, he didn’t know why. Maybe it was because it had been storming the night of his capture, or maybe it was just his PTSD, but either way it was driving him insane.

BARROOOM!

This time, Peter darted out of his room and into the hallway. Instinctually, he wanted to seek out comfort from the only other person in the house: Tony Stark. However, Peter was also trying to hide his fear of thunderstorms from his mentor, and up to this point he thought he had done a pretty damn good job. He had even had Ned hack FRIDAY so she wouldn’t alert Tony when he wasn’t sleeping well. He just didn’t want anyone to worry about him more than they already did. Which was a lot, by the way.

Tony didn’t need anything more weight on his mind, in Peter’s opinion. Despite how he hid behind a mask of sarcasm and sunglasses, Peter knew his mentor blamed himself for the world’s problems and carried that weight on his shoulders at all times. What kind of person would he be to add to that weight?

So, the young superhero padded past the Stark master bedroom and instead went into the kitchen to grab some water. He was about halfway done with his glass when another flash of lightening caused the kitchen-living area to momentarily flicker to life with a blinding white light. He could feel his stomach drop and hairs stand on end in the pitch black that followed, waiting for the room to be filled with sounds of thunder.

WA-BAMM!

CRASH!

Peter dropped his glass to the floor and jumped to the ceiling, whimpering when the glass he was using shattered beneath him. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes as he crawled into the safety of a corner.

“Peter?”

Tony poked his head up over the back of his luxury couch, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes to help them adjust to the dark as he scanned the room for the spiderling. It wasn’t long before he spotted the human-sized form on the ceiling, huddling in a corner, silently sobbing.

“Oh Pete…”

Before Tony could even get up to go collect his kid, thunder struck again.

BUUU-DUDUMM!

Inhibitions falling, Peter scurried across the ceiling and dropped down on the couch next to Tony, curling up into his side like an infant.

“Dad, I’m sacred…” he mumbled into the genius’ oil-stained shirt, fear completely taking over.

Tony was sure Peter was unaware of what he had called him, but one look into the teen’s desperate, pleading eyes, and Tony decided he would let it be. The title gave him a warm, tingling feeling anyway. He knew in a second, he would be honored to be this kid’s Dad.

So, Tony did what any Dad would do and wrapped his arms around the boy, rubbing circles into his back and told him it would be okay. And they sat like the for the whole duration of the storm, until sobs became sniffles.

Peter was the first to break away, although not far enough that he was out of his mentor’s strong hold.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I don’t know what came over me,” he said, faced flushed from both crying and embarrassment.

Tony gave him the same concerned eyes and a worried smile that he vaguely remembered from his rescue. The man then ran his hand through the boy’s curls and, in a move that surprised them both, kissed the top of Peter’s head.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of. I know how difficult recovery can be. After Afghanistan…well…I guess you could say storms bothered me too, and I don’t have your senses,” the billionaire admitted.

Peter was shocked.

“Really? Is that why you were sleeping on the couch?” he asked.

“Uhh, actually, I just stay out here because I worry about you…ya know, in case you need me,” Tony answered, looking away a little nervously. He felt exposed, although deep inside knew his kid would never exploit that.

“Oh. I’m sorry,” Peter said quietly.

Tony noticed his guilt sinking in and immediately looked back at the kid and squeezed his arm so Peter would do the same.

“Hey, don’t be sorry. I really don’t mind.”

Peter looked skeptical.

Tony sighed.

“Listen. You are so good, Pete. What happened to me, I deserved that. But you? You do nothing be help people who have no advocate. I am so proud of you and the least I can do is be here when you need me. I’m not particularly good with my emotions but know that just how Iron Man will always look out for Spider-Man, Tony Stark will always look out for Peter Parker. Okay?”

Peter smiled. A genuine smile. Tony could swear it stopped raining in the moment and the room seemed almost brighter.

“I’m here for you too,” Peter said.

Damn this kid was too good.

“It won’t always hurt like this. It’s okay to lean on other people. I guess that’s something I’m still learning too.”

“We’ll get through this, Mr. Stark. Together.”

Tony smiled down at his kid, but a sudden thought turned his sweet smile into a mischievous smirk.

“Don’t you mean ‘Dad’?”

Peter flushed.

“Mrrrr. Starrrkkk.”

#irondad #irondad and spiderson #spiderson #fanfic #my work

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icecreamkink · 3 years

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watched all of the untamed / cql in two weeks after my friend 1 told me abt mdzs a hundred years ago and my friends 2 and 3 tried to get me into cql for like two whole years and there are.

feelings.

very first scene is a very dramatic death in the middle of nightmare battle on sith planet land . i will forget abt it in the next tenish episodes and then will be very surprised when it becomes Extremely Painful

anyway magic flying gays and possession and human sacrifice! we are off to a great start

in retrospect, chaos goblin wei wuxian must have had a blast pretending to be so cRaZy and be as disruptive as he could as mo xuanyu lbr

listen. why is fire always evil coded. cant a magic clan wear red, black and orange and have flame motif while being wholesome?

For Legal Reasons These Are Not Zombies

i wish the politics of the sect were a bit clearer, especially at the beggining when the wen clan had sm power, was wen ruohan the chief cultivator? is that why they were so slow in responding to the attacks? im v confused by the pre yiling patriarch politics

fighting in the roof by the moonlight as way of flirtiiiiiiing. as i understand this is a wuxia/xianxia trope and honestly...... thank u for ur service

slight bullying and being a nuisance in general, as a way of flirting we love to see it

wwx: if i drink on the rooftop, thats not inside the cloud recesses! hmmm check and mate :D lwj: i will fuck u up so help me god wwx: :0

i lov them

through hell or high water (quite literally) wei wuxian rem ains a trashfire gremlin till the end and i love him with my whole heart

in the pt subs wei wuxian calls jiang cheng a stubborn duck and i dearly wish that had come back

my opinions on almost every character goes from love to hate u - Hmm Me Like U - BABY. ILY. and i am Very Pleased w that. its been a while since i loved such a complete cast so much i think

no really. i WONT go into a detailed rant abt what i love about each of these characters and each of their relationships to each other. but i COULD.

some lan disciples in the loudest whisper ever: YEAH THATS THE JIN BASTARD MENG YAO HEARD THE GOT SUPER HUMILIATED BY HIS DAD LOL SURE HOPE HE DOESNT TAKE SLIGHTS TO HIS CHARACTER TO HEART

lan xichen, immediately: i must Love him

being into problematic ppl is in the Lan genetics, we come to realize

wen qing deserves so many awards for so many things but not snapping and just stabbing wen chao is at the top

that scene at lan qirens class where wwx talks about using resentful energy to fight a violent spirit. exquisite.

It establishes Good Student lan wangji, wei wuxian as curious and questioning and not afraid of taboo, lwj sees that wwx is not, in fact, a dumb ass hes just a Dumbass, shows us the audience (esp. a western audience) how shocking the idea of disrupting the dead/dying and controlling resentful energy actually is, the theoretical foreshadow arguing, everyone else like ‘shUT UP’, “and how could you ensure that the resentful energy would obey you and not hurt other?” “well i havent thought that far” and of course, lan qiren just straight up lobbing a hard object at wwx head,. chefs kiss

fellas is it gay to bother the hot rule obessessed nerd from ur school and make drawings of him with flowers in his hair and then hide gay porn in his book to antagonize him and ask him to hold ur hand and be ur friend and talk to him all the time and get him drunk and give him bunnies bc you know he likes them and give him a lantern and always want his attention and dedicate yourself to getting him to smile-

and after all of that wwx rly said oh i Admire him, aksd like yeah we all were there in high school buddy

i have Learned. caves = gay.

accidental marriage +beint physically tied together with the sacred married ribbon+ gay panic+foreshadowing+bunnies! in the cave (1)

the story abt lan yi and baoshan sanren tho. i would like to see it

early days wen bros pull my heart strings like a guqin

EVERYTHING about the lantern scene; disaster hets jiang yanli and jin zixuan; how wwx made lwj a bunny lantern. how soft and touched lwj was. wwx gleefully pointing out he was smiling and lwj IMMEDIATELY PULLING HIW SWORD ON HIM LMAO. tragically foreshadowy promises to do right by pepople, living without regrets. lwjs 'oh no do i love him??' face. just. all of it.

i have it on good acc that in the novel lwj is explicitly Repressed Gay Panicked Big Horny which is delightful and rly Adds to the performance

baby lwj is really just conceal dont feel dont let them know u have EMOTIONS (derogatory)

jiang cheng rly went "why dont.u go play with HIM if u like him so much"

jc and wwx have big BIG annoying sibling energy dont think too hard abt it or youll cry

lotus pier is soo pretty :((((((((((((((((

up until episode 13 you could think this could be a magical ancient chinese gays pride n prejudice w swords and shenanigans ................youre just not prepared for the game of thrones of it all

seriously ha ha ha i cried so much w this show my eyes genuinely swelled up . like. physically. fun timez fun timez

that being said, its hilarious that wen xu goes to cloud recesses like 'come out or ill kill all these hostages' and then DOESNT WAIT FOR AN ASWER AND KILLS THEM ALL IMMEDIATELY. do u know how blackmail works sir

would like to make it recorded that from day one i was like 'CALL A GODDAMN CULTIVATION G20 THIS ASSHOLE SECT IS LITERALLY MASSACRING YALL!!' and it took them like 3 or 4 massacres to do anything and they STILL sent their heirs into their territory LIKE

when wwx cites the gusu lan rules to wen chao tho. that rebel/attention whore/cutie pie 'look lan zhan i DID memorize the rules after all' ‘also a big fuck you to the wen sect :D :D’ sweet spot that scene achieves . delicious

all the cultivator young masters being petty af even though they are practically prisoners at the cave is hilarious and i love them

hurt and comfort + gay mistunderstandings + watsonian gay declaration music + accidental evil acquisition! at the cave (2)

its like where do i start? the fact theyre both trapped and kind of heavily injured inside an isolated cave with a murder turtle? wwx gay panicking lwj into coughing up bad blood? lwj being jealous as wwx babbles abt mianmian? telling him he shouldnt play with people and wwx saying he never played him? wwx going Oh. I See what is happening. YOU like mianmian, and lwj absolute done face ??? (iconic) wwx touching the sacred married ribbon Again? the telepathic communication? the sword? WEI WUXIAN ASKING LAN WANGJI TO SING TO HIM AS HE IS PASSING OUT AND LWJ SINGING HIM. THE SONG. HE WROTE. FOR WWX. AND THAT HE CALLED. THEIR SHIP NAME????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

they are SO insufferable pleeeeease

in the words of my friend 1 : “CQL is so gay we were all amazed how it got past the censors Ofc unfortunately it can't be novel level gay But they did their best And we love them for it”

in the theme of songs THIS OST. WUJI HAS BEEN LIVING IN MY MIND RENT FREE SINCE I FIRST HEARD IT the whole ost is so so sO beautiful.

the costuming in this is also soooo exquisite. the embroidery? the fabrics? the details? how every sect and clan has a distinct style and architecture? (also ik they based each off of dif periods in chinese history which is REALLY fucking cool) just chefs kiss

the direction too!. i enjoy the unusual camera movements and i think they give it that Vibe, also their composition is PARTICULARLY good when it comes to telling the subtext through position of camera/position of character (like nhs off to the side in scenes he at first glance doesnt need to be/ how lwj is often centered when hes Jealous Yearning at wwx being affectionate w other ppl, wwx return from burial mounds etc)

ik madam yu is like Badass Milf Check and shes not getting any mom of the year awards but im delighted at how messy she is. IMAGINE that woman on tiktok

you better have enjoyed gay cave (2) bc its Just Pain from here on out!

jiang fengmian and madame yu win the Most Dramatic Way to show they do care about each other, actually ..... ever :)

i thought jiang yanli jiang cheng and wei wuxian forcing themselves to escape yunmeng barely holding on after their parents are killed was going to be the height of pain in this show. ha.

the family dynamics in general on this showwwww, both blood/ adopted/ found families, brotherly bonds and lifelong friendships just. rly. truly. fucked me up. theyre all so important and complicated and well rounded and beautiful and tragic

and beyond being a Win For the Gays im so glad the relationships w wwx and jiang yanli/ wen qing were NOT changed from platonic bc they are so much better like that imo. like maybe if we didnt Live In A Society it wouldnt be so, but the fact wwx and others can love and value them so much and theres nothing romantic or sexual abt it is like. so refreshing. especially @ jyl, with the way he and jc are overprotective of her and shes such a nurturing/care taker figure for them, it would just not vibe as well if they made it romantic

i love that this is a story abt Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Patriarch aka Actual Satan/Boogey Man/Village With/Public Enemy Number One , my dude is literally a necromancer who only dresses in black and has evil smokey black tendrils wafting out of him, but the really edgy one is still jiang cheng, pastel purple fashion icon

and speaking of best/worst siblings wei wuxian and jiang cheng *immediately starts crying*

The Golden Core Transfer i just. no thots only tears

wen qing and wen ning putting themselves in so much danger just.... to help them. wn saving jc from wen chao. wq finding a way to get wwx to transfer his core. like thinking about the monumental work these two did to help wwx and jyl and jc... jyl trying so fucking hard to be strong and keep on moving and giver her little brothers comfort after losing everything... jiang cheng. losing his parents and his home and his ability to do anything abt it and his complete desperation and lack of self worth and turning on them with agression when he didnt realize all that they did for him ... hhhhhhhhhhhhh

me, pointing at the whole cast “i just LOVE them mom!!!”

its sad tho, that BARELY ANY of the women have like.... actual important conversations let alone relationships with each other at all in the story. and like wq and jyl have stayed at the same place for extended periods of time, where wq actively took care of her TWICE, and still! not one measly convo, nothing! ................ .𝓌ₕᵧ

everyone in this show need a good sip of Self Worth and Stop Sacrificing Yourself juice

ngl the sword flying looks very dumb

“a-cheng, please bring a-xian back.” “i will, i promise.” ;-;

the whole calling each other by the More Intimate Version of the name, first as teasing and later as true intimacy. mmmhmmm yes

untamed where everythings the same but wwx evil flute song is eoeo

related that scene when wwx comes back from the burial mounds for the first time w demonic cultivation and he acts all formal and calls lwj hanguang-jun and keeps being evasive and distant and mean and soooooo................. facetious

and how hes kind of desperately trying to keep intense lwj at bay (A FIRST) and avoiding actually talking to either of them and its all tension ughhh and then he MOCKS his and lwjs relationship, he jokes w him in this like... mean echo of their usual ~banter~ oof

and like!!! uncertain but so relieved jc who just HUGS him w no reservations for once and its not like he isnt just as worried as lwj abt wwx and what hes doing, but he chooses in that moment to enjoy getting him back first and mmhmMMMmMm yes (maybe my favorite scene in the whole show? MAYBE SO. )

highkey hurt me but also. i might be into mean wwx. i will take no criticism.

lan zhans sad eyes tho :(((((((((

on one hand i wish we could have seen what happened at the burial mounds but on the other the timeskip adds so much flair to his return so im hnnn

also i love that hes been missing for 3 months reappears kinda melancholic and bloodthirsty and knowing malign tricks and jc is like 'so. are u sad bc of lan wangji'

when ur bae survived the war but he thinks ur evil/ might be evil so you cant kiss :///

hmmm talking at the rooftop under the moonlight not mentioning everything that stands between usssss

they are the two jades of lan and we’ll be the two heroes of yunmeng is the type of line u dont even need to know whats gonna happen to know thats gonna be sad

when they fight wen ruoshan at the nightless city i thought that was the battle we see at the first ep and its not and its so easy and theyre all like ‘yayy we won go wwx!’ i was just. SCREAMS WHAT is gonna HAPPEN

so like. post burial mounds/sunshot campaign pre yiling patriarch wwx is like. ultra arrogant, ultra mocking, peak lil shit and it gave me e v e r y t h i n g i wanted

even tho having the wen prisoners at the targets at phoenix mountain and still having wwx and jzx shooting the arrows was???? so.... tone deaf

wwx: fucking w demonic energy jyl: he has never done anything wrong in his life, ever <3 <3 (mood)

the parallels between meng yao/wei wuxian (and even xue yang a bit?) are Seen and they are Valid

wwx post burial mounds: can yall SHUT UP abt the goddamn sword (suibian left the chat)

LIKE truly, we talk abt the angst and yearning with wangxian. but what abt wwx and suibian. xianbian / xianqing angst and comfort 100k

take a shot everytime someone coughs up blood

zidian is simply the coolest spiritual weapon rip to suibian and chenqing and bichen and sendou and baixa........ but tis the truth

cons: everyones families died in a nightmare war! everyones homes burned to the ground! everyone is traumatized! pros: everyone gets cooler clothes and weapons!!

wen ning and a-yuan and yanli bestest babes squad dont touch me rn

everyone: brooding and fighting wq and jyl: why dont you try some acupunture/drinking some soup and calm down huh? how abt that bitch??

showing the battle/massacre at the nightless city first was genius actually bc then everytime we have a cute scene w yunmeng bros and theyre like 'we'll be together forever! uwu' youre like oh. oh no. oh no no no.

justice vs lawfulness vs means and ends 👁

jc: stay in the right path and practice the art of the sword wx: yeah thats not gonna happen chief

my reaction to wwx renouncing to the sect politics to help the wens was just that elmo burning gif in succession

the dramatic rain. wen qing desperately calling out to wen ning. the ghosts/puppets killing the guards. how terrifying wn actually was while wwx was controlling him :( lwj goeing after him to try and stop him and then he just; he Sees him and understands him even if he cant actually do anything about it other than let them go.

“there must be somewhere in this earth we can go to :(((((((((”

"IF I HAVE TO FIGHT THEM, I'D RATHER IT BE YOU. DYING BY YOUR HANDS WOULD AT LEAST BE WORTH IT." oh my god oh my god oh my goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooddddddd

also lwjs umbrella is white w black smoke.. . . nice

yiling patriarch / demonic farming burial mounds settlement is like one of my favorite concepts. they an "EVIL" FARMING COMMUNITY LED BY THE VILLAGE WITCH COME ON

they planted TURNIPS and LOTUS FLOWERS and ONE (1) baby and made lanterns and a common hall :(((((((

wen qing and wei wuxian, baddest bitches and genius science best friends i absolutely LOVED to see it. they rly went ‘is anyone gonna sibling/project partner that’ and didnt wait for an answer

both wwx and jyl getting lotus ponds at the burial mounds and in lanling bc they miss lotus pier ;;;;;;;w

;;;;; wish jyl had actually gone into the burial mounds. we were robbed of jyl and wq meeting again and jyl meeting a-yuan and seeing the settlement and the homes and all ;w; at least jc did go, stab wounds and broken arms and all

wwx like... having thrown his whole life away to help the wens (yeah the sect leaders and jin guangshan in particular wanting his stygian tiger amulet was an Element but still) and not.... necessarily regretting it, but grappling with all of the consequences of it... becoming moody and drepressed at times, missing his family and lotus pier and his friends and probably simply missing being around people and causing trouble, extrovert that he is, lashing out at the wens and at a-yuan, just in general the whole messiness of that experience

the way the resentful energy does affect his temperament is rly nice bc its not too in your face,(i mean outside of the Shaky Hands of Rage) but like he clearly has a much lesser control on his anger and impulsivity (tall order) than both before bm and after hes ressurected

on that note A-YUAN BABIEST BABY BOY BEST BOY

lan zhan being like oh hey there wei ying fancy meeting u and our son here. just passing by u know how it is hmmmmMm and then PLOT TWIST having defied orders to go see him and being punished for it. oof;;

they habent seen each other in like? a year? and now theyre tgt 10 seconds and are already parenting a child together

also lwj rly kneels down in the snow way too much to be healthy

wwx: calm down guyssss i wont lose control of demonic cultivation omgggg . spoiler alert: he loses control of demonic cultivation

did u enjoy cute children? good bc now the Real Pain Begins

jiang yanli and jin zixuan rly out there APROPRIATING both disaster gays AND bury ur gays huh ;w;

i KNEW jin lings birthday was gonna fuck something up but the GASP that left my body when wwx lost control of wn and killed jin zixuan .. . .

im sorry and thank you aaaaAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAaAAAAA

when wen ning and wen qing were telling wwx their plan i was saying NO NO NO NO NO NO out loud in despair

also can we talk abt how wq is definetely talking about only the both of them surrending themselves but then? everyone else just surrenders w them? IT MAKES NO SENSE LIKE WHY WOULD THEY what would be the Point

sometimes there are some pretty gaping jumps in logic and continuity that are just like ? ?

wwx: oh so when you try to murder me its justified but when i survive through dark magic and murder all of you its a "war crime"

unsurprisingly, his most feral, most spiraling moment talking to the sect leaders on the roof and attacking them and even fighting lan zhan is among my favorite scenes... its like, so painful to watch but also so thrilling (and maybe my wen bbs dying arose some resentful energy in me what can i say)

and its JUST, all they ever wanted was to do good but then... war. and trauma. and hubris.

jiang cheng on the ground clearly thorn between what to do and feel is a Mood, lets just say

i was already crying when jyl showed up, but if i wasnt-

i suffered SO MUCH through this series trying to figure out WHY jc would kill wwx. and when i understood. its somehow not as bad as i thought and also MUCH MUCH WORSE

a look into my group chat during the last flashback episodes:

SO ANYWAY. after the BLOOD BATH and RIPPING YOUR HEART OUT and FEEDING IT TO YOU the untamed goes ‘ayy back to the present!! tu du dud ud du’

literally it ends a quarter into an episode and then KEEPS GOING i had to pause and stare blankly at the ceiling for an hour

babie cultivators and detective soulmates . i do need some cute after All of That

(not that the pain is over LOL)

lwj is significantly less emotionally repressed in the present and its delightful. hes just ALL IN with wwx. and not just in the ‘i would and have killed various men and risked my reputation for you’ but also ‘ur tired here have a drink i brought it up cause i know u like it and it want you to be happy, always’

“when everyone praised me and wanted my power, you were the only one that challenged me. now that everyone hates me and wants me dead, youre the only one that stands by my side.” hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

and just filling in the blanks how lan zhan searched for him. for all of those 16 years he searched for him and was punished for it and raised a-yuan, the only survivor of the burial mounds settlement, as his own in gusu......

and jiang cheng. being the tough love uncle . having raised the yunmeng jiang clan from the rubble all alone, his whole family dead, some of it on the blame of his own brother, his siblings, his closest friends gone.......and only jin ling there needing his guidance.

THE PARALLEL BETWEEN JIN LING BEING A LIFELINE FOR JIANG CHENG AND A-YUAN FOR LAN WANGJI AFTER THE BATTLE AT THE NIGHTLESS CITY

great now i made myself sad

and like . the fact! that lwj and jc dislike each other!!. jc projects blame onto him for wwx both “leaving” him and indirectly causing their families deaths and when hes so consumed by it he makes wwx an enemy, lwj is there now? trying to protect him?? and lwj, who can never understand the pain that wwx , indirectly or not put jc through, but who was right there when jc tried to kill him and will never allow him to hurt wwx again. and how they like. in a way project blame of their tragedies onto each other while dealing with some type of survivor guilt and in their own way still loving wwx through it all??? amd in way its kind of fundamentally selfish but also tragically understandable? and like when u put it against the fact that after he disappears during the sunshot campaign they were looking for him together and fought together??

JUST. THE CHARACTERS. AND THE RELATIONSHIPS IN THIS. MAN. UGH. GOD.

and like i think thats what makes it so good? its such a sad and painful and violent story, edgy even, but its compelling bc at the center of it there are all of these relationships and different types of love and hope and. :( i love it

enough crying lets talk abt wwx sleeping at the jingshi with lwj and wearing his under garment for a minute 🙏

jin ling just has that Was Raised by JC energy tho lmao i love him

babie cultivator squad is the perfect ammount of cute and comedic relief while still bearing the weight? of the narrative in a way, both from sizhui and jin lings existences, and also. like. how do i put this. they feel hopeful? they were born after a war, they came of age at a time of relative peace, they dont hold on so closely to the resentments of their parents/father figures, they are specifically shown as more accepting and open minded. and its like.... Hope for the future

one of the ?? things i love the most is the fact that the main cast are often in situations where theyre hunted/running but they like. never wear disguises... just going around in their gorgeous expensive clan clothes and hair ornaments and distinctive spiritual weapons.... maybe w a straw hat on, just for kicks

wwx teacher 🥺🥺🥺

so this is why its called Yi City Misery huh

a-qing is such. an icon. im so sad. my girl even knew to leave xys dumb self rotting by the road but no one listens to her thats why theyre all dead or sad

her and xue yang measuring each other up was so entertaining lmao

its the funniest thing when hes like. HERES MY SAD STORY. FOR WHY IM A SADISTIC MURDERER. I BROKE MY HAND ONCE.

like ok someone broke his hand in a horrible way, and like Poverty, i get it but also like.......... that lost the brunt of a proper sob story like, 50 sadistic murders ago bby

and i love that xingchen does not entertain that for a second hes like ‘not ?????? good enough???’ and the best thing is he wasnt even like 'u hadto be the bigger person' or sth but ' well then break that dudes hand back, rip his arm off for i care, what do the rest of us have to do w anything???”

anjo sensato :(

xue yang is like..... the sexy sadistic evil version of a himbo..... a meanbo...

the fucked upness of xy’s feelings for xxc/ xxc and sl feelings for each other... like my dude literally gave his bf HIS EYES. and xy getting so attached to xxc .... the fucked up fake domesticity.... having him hurt sl..... then desperately trying to bring him back ...................... oof

song lan........... literally had his eyes AND tongue removed, his bfs eyes put in place, was almost killed, turned into a puppet by his bf unknowingly, manipulated by xy, sees his bf killing himself in despair.... and STILL finds the strenght to get up from there, and keep on traveling and helping people and attempting to fix xxcs soul.......... like, my man. damn.

wangxian looking at songxiao and seeing an Actually more painful parallel for themselves. ft. that Color Coding.

THE A-YUAN/SIZHUI REVEAL PUNCHED ME IN THE HEART but in a good way for a change

should have know that he would be the Best Boy the cute one w all the braincells

the butterfly AND the bunny lantern. i see how it is

u know is very convenient that no one can see the stark black veins on wen nings neck, ever

BAT WEN NING

wns face when lwj comes into wwx room like ‘:0 omg did u two finally get your shit together? good for you master wei good for u’

(they didnt) (yet)

DISASTER DRUNK LWJ. JUST. THRUST SOME CHICKENS TO SHOW UR RESSURECTED BAE THAT U LOVE THEM.

i have absolutely no idea WHY they gave lwj the same punishment for fighting his own sect/allies to protect the burial mounds as when they got drunk on cloud recess class days.... like? its such a ... emotional continuity error again

also is lwj gonna get an actual friend besides wwx , ever

mianmian marrying and having a family and a cute life after saying FUCK U AND UR SYSTEM TOO in a much less unhinged and dramatic way than wwx......... fills me w joy

also lol the idea that like. her husband not knowing that shes friends w satan/the boogey man/the village witch is hilarious

i love nie mingjue bc hes the resident Though Guy but also the most dramatic bitch in this show and thats Saying Something

jin ling cant have one uneventful relative can he

the fact that everyone present already knew “mo xuanyu” was wwx at the stairs is so funny, their faces are like ‘oh............ wow. that. sure is a development. shock”

in the tradition of extremely loud whispers wwx tells lwj with twelve guards standing like one meter away from them: HEY PSH LAN ZHAN PRETEND IM FORCING YOU TO STAY W ME DO IT

oh my god oh my god

the absolute Yearning on his face when he leaves wwx and a-yuan at the burial mounds and refuses to stay for dinner was already Enough but the fact?? they brought it back?? to this declaration of love?? their expressions??????? strike me dead right now just go ahead

lFor Legal Reasons We Cant Kiss but we will have a very sappy declaration of love and trust and look at each other in way that is the actualization of 💞💘💗💖💓💘💞💗💖💘💗💖💕💞

also icb all the sect leaders and guards are standing there watching them say they like like each other with a dozen swords pointing at their neck

i enjoyed the depiction of the fickle public perception and how easily it can be used to scapegoat people. when the sect leaders turn on jgy and wwx knows thats its more for convenience than anything else...

poor lxc is literally like 'oh so when YOUR problematic boyfriend gets called evil its a misunderstanding but when its MY problematic bf-'

ok like i cant get over nmj let jgy play a song that messed with his temperament at all, like maN u KNEW he might be shady wth

wwx: “hey dont say anything bad abt lan zhan hes not an arrogant dick, thats just his face.

ME ON THE OTHER HAND"

the cultivators as wwx is poking holes in their narrative is literally *nazaré meme*

"wei wuxian-!" "what did i break your leg, too?" not to be problematic but i laughed so hard

not as hard as "you dont have the rank to talk to me " tho

i Enjoy that, over the course of story, wwx sees that... theres nothing truly to Do, but move on. he saw how his arrogance and his mistakes hurt others, and hes trying to fix what he can, but he already did die for his mistakes and there are things he cant fix and that's. just how it is. even towards jgy, the narrative doesn't go gleefully and completely with "lets make THEM pay bc theyre the big bad" bc its not that simple, and it wouldn't lead anywhere but more pain...

re him and jiang cheng and the wens and kinda. isnt that what nhs did? scheming to displace jgy out of revenge more than any justice and doing so in the most painful way?

idk if that actually makes sense im truly just babbling

i thought the scene at the lotus pond would be CUTE but the context was PAIN again

jiang cheng finding out about his golden core and his conflict with wwx at the guanyin temple .... destroyed me but in a nice way kinda.... same way it destroys him look at his face oh god

and. the fact??? he sacrificed himself for wwx?? first?? and he'll probably never tell anyone much less wwx???? keeps me up at night

i havent decided if the neckbreak transition between jgy does sth super Evil or does he he does OR Does He yes he does O R does heeeee is sth i dislike or not

jin guangyao and wei wuxians most interesting parallel is that... theyve both seen 'hmm hey this system is fucked up' and wwx went 'so fuck it all i will renounce it and challenge it' and jgy went 'so fuck it i will use all of it to my advantage and manipulate it to my goals and whims'

the fact jgys mom was actually great and he loved her and his whole issue w it was more than simply being ashamed of being a bastard kinda got me ngl

never trust a dude with a fan.

nhs and jgy: the first rule to a convoluted and decades spanning violent revenge plot is to have fun and be yourself!

when a-yuan finally FINALLY remembers ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;-;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; wen ning has someone in his family back and a-yuan has someone to talk abt his wen family and wwx has him back bc he survived and lwj raised him anD HES THEIR SON. THEYRE MARRIED AND HAVE A SON. UGH.

and theyre allowed to heal. everyone is allowed to try and recover and be happy

netflix put all of the 3 endings on top of each other and it looks kinda weird actually BUT I DONT EVEN MIND :’’’’’’’’’)

the gasp that left me when lwj says ‘wei ying’ and wwx turns.........

there was also a screen with ‘thank you mxtx for creating these characters, we hope their wishes come true’ and i might. have cried then too. maybe.

that was . a ride. as is proven by this behemot of a ramble clearly i just really needed and Outlet. i am currently trying to convince dumb monkey brain to not consume the other medias of mdzs immediately bc i REALLY need to like. live. a life. and take care of real responsibilities. *longest oh boi ever*

#m.#ANYWAY #ENOUGH TALKING #THIS IS SO LONG #LOL #but whatever this is MY performative journaling i do what i want #rambling impressions abt what i watch is a thing i do now? apparently??#cql #untamed #the untamed #fun fact that chat is named 'k keeps on babbling abt the untamed' and it STILL wasnt enough #also it took me 15 episodes to realize lwj was yibo #IT WAS V SHOCKING #i did not recognize him at a l l #but in retrospect he WAS the perfect choice

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Hi hiiii~ I'd like to request Kazunari's, Hisoka's and Omi's reactions for when you hug them from behind when they don't expect it! UwU Backhugs are the best 👌 💓

This gave me JOY. ow I wish I could backhug everyone I know.

Please enjoy!

Kazunari

Surprised backhugs are like, his most favourite thing ever??

I mean, it’s Kazu. Whatever you do would be his favorite thing.

But really, he just loves being surprised with hugs. He’s a pretty much straightforward guy and used to initiating things, no prob up until there.

But oh man, when you come to him like that…? He’s pure joy.

He’ll even jump up and down with you laughing clinging on to him. He then usually asks you how your day has been.

If he’s having a bad day, it’s you and your hugs are what he needs, he learned. Total recovery within seconds verified

Lot’s of selfies with you back hugging him. He loves it.

“I made it!” you put your arms around his neck from behind. You had spotted Kazunari sitting on the bench and decided to surprise him with a hug “What are you working on? Not sure what it is but looks great”

The blond jumped startled at the contact but that only lasted a second, laughing “Y/N, you’re looking bomb today too!” he squeezed you back, kissing you on the cheek “Look. You are witnessing the very first draft for the Open art Competition of next month! Pretty dope, don’t you think?”

He turned to you, excitement in his eyes.

You nodded, feeling his enthusiasm contagious “You bet!” you released him so he could get up “You ever done this before?”

“Nah, this is a pretty big deal… it would be incredible to just make it to the finals though!”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Are you sure it’s him?” you talked to your, what seemed to be a walkie-talkie, seriously.

“Yup! I can distinguish Kazu from suuuper far!”

“Cool, keep your eyes on him Misumi. The moment he can see you, leave your roof position and come down.”

“Roger!”

Yuki narrowed his eyes at your exchange while everyone else kept finishing their tasks “I know the celebration is for Mr. Extrovert… but you being here almost feels like HE is here.”

“That’s what I like to hear, dear Yuki” closing the call with Misumi, you nodded to yourself as you turned around the living room clapping your hands loudly “Okay everyone! Target’s on his way. 500 meters, everybody to his positions, this is not a drill!”

“D-did we have specific positions?” Muku looked around in panic.

Tsuzuru entered the room. “Do we really have to turn off the light? It’s still daylight. Miyoshi-san will see us either way.”

Omi laughed, leaving the last dishes on the table as Homare appeared with Tasuku and a sleeping Hisoka..

“Oh my, this celebration will be sublime! Ah, to gather all of us here together and alude at the majesty of the arts…! I’m thinking of a poem that-"

“Please don’t.” Tenma pleaded at the mere thought “We’ll have enough art once Kazunari arrives.”

Izumi approached you smiling. “This is so exciting.”

You beamed at her. Kazunari had just called you that morning saying he had received a notification that he had somehow gotten first prize at the contest.

And so, being the amazing partner that you were, you decided to prepare a small surprise to celebrate his achievement; He deserved it and everyone had been more than happy to try and come to help.

“I’m home fam!”

Kazunari took off his shoes and waited for the usual noise coming from inside. Nothing.

Confused, he opened the door to the living room when-

“SURPRISEEEE!!”

You jumped on him from behind “Congratulations on your first prize, Kazunari!!”

“Wait, what-! Y/N? Guys?? What are you- is this for me?” he looked around, his mouth open in shock.

“Well, it’s definitely not for anyone that enters.” Banri smirked.

Izumi looked at you “Y/N told us about your win, so everyone tried to make it to congratulate you.”

Kaunari turned to you awestruck. “Wait… really?” you nodded, still not letting him go. “Oh man, you are goals Y/N!” he smiled hard. His heart felt warm and loudly in his chest. He loved you SO much.

Taking his phone out, he looked at the rest “Come on! Everyone gets inside this selfie saying: Wiiin!”

“Wiiiin!”

Hisoka

This man I swear.

Forget about the surprising part, It’s so difficult to even give him backhugs.

Not because he doesn’t like them.

He’s just always laying around??

He definitely has a thing for lap pillow but enjoys when you come and squeeze him too.

Having you by his side relaxes him, knowing you’re close.

He grumbles whenever you finish backhugging him to move or go somewhere.

This was your chance. You knew it.

You had come before hand to the dorm, Tsumugi opening the door for you and accompanying you to the living room.

“Thanks again Tsumugi-kun. Sorry for calling you unannounced.”

"Don't worry. I'm happy I happened to be here to open you" The blue-haired man smiled. “I’m afraid Hisoka-kun might still be on his part-time job.” he looked at his watch.

You nodded. You counted on that. “It' fine. Now, this is going to sound really immature Tsumugi-kun, but I really want to surprise him with a hug from behind.”

He laughed. “Rigth. Hisoka-kun seems always at peace when you hug him."

“I also like the surprise part a lot," you moved around the living room. It was shockingly empty given the time. “but I still have to catch Hisoka unaware- or not laying around somewhere. Whatever comes first ”

“Sounds difficult.”

You were about to answer when you heard two distinctive voices coming from the entrance.

“Mikage, go at least to the living room before you collapse. You’ll bother everyone.”

“Tasuku… up.”

“Like hell I will. What am I, your babysitter?”

You turned to the winter troupe leader and started pushing him “Okay, this is it! l’ll hide behind the door. Stay here and call for Hisoka- and act normal!”

“H-hide…? Confuse but unable to say anything, Tsumugi tried to follow your instructions. Not a moment later, the sleepy member entered the room yawning. “…I’m back.”

“W-welcome Hiso-“

"Welcome back!"

You showed up from behind and jumped as you rested your head on his shoulder from behind, squeezing tight.

He turned to you porker face. “Y/N… were you coming today?”

You frowned. That’s not how it was supposed to be. “This is where you’re supposed to get surprised.”

“But I knew it was you.”

“Uh, now? How?”

“I just knew it.”

“Oh man…” dejected, you were about to release him when his arms stopped you. You tilted your head.

“Don’t go.”

At his childish demeanor, you and Tsugumi exchanged glances and softly laughed. Tasuku entered sighing with a bag of marshmallows at hand. "I’m back. Mikage left this thing around the entrance floor again… ah, Y/N.”

“Hey, Tasuku-kun! Want a backhug?”

The actor frowned confused as Hisoka strengthened his grip, grumbling and heading to the couch with you.

Guess he wouldn’t get one.

Omi

He likes to feel you leaning on him.

I also visualize him also liking being the little spoon but that’s another thought for another day

Anyhow, he’s comforted by your warmth.

He usually can’t help but turn so he can wrap you in his arms. Gives small kisses on your face, squeezing you with love.

I’m melting, you are so precious to him.

“Is this everything, Y/N-san?”

You smiled at the scriptwriter, wiping the sweat off your forehead “Yes, thank you Tsuzuru. I’m sure you were busy, so I appreciate it.”

He dismissed you with his hands “It’s fine. I’m glad my job as a mover came in handy.” he took notice of the time “ah, but I really should leave for my part-time. You sure it's fine?”

You had managed to find a new place after your roommate had to suddenly go back home due to personals reasons. It had been a nightmare but after a few nights awake looking everywhere, you were able to find a tiny one-bedroom apartment.

You nodded. “Why did I start dating Omi if not to use him as packing mule? He’ll help me unpack.”

“Glad we sorted that out” the tall university student appeared with the last box.

“Okay fine, I guess you’re a bit handsome too.”

He grinned “Where do you want me to put this again?

You hummed while opening the box to see its content “Ah, these are my books. The first room to the right, handsome butler.”

Tsuzuru laughed. “Then I’ll be leaving.”

“Tell everyone at the dorm I left quiche with roasted potatoes and some vegetables in the fridge.” Omi turned to the spring member before entering your place.

“Will do Omi-san.”

“Take care Tsuzuru, thanks again!” Closing the door, you stretched sighing. “Wow, this has been exhausting. Can’t believe I need to open everything again after all the trouble…”

“I’ll make lunch if you start organizing the rooms. Then I’ll help you finish, what do you think?”

……………………………

After a while, you heard a frying noise from the kitchen. Quietly, you stepped in, back hugging him as usual.

“Oh?” Omi turned slightly to see the top of your head, smiling when he noticed you wrapping your arms around him “Hey there, how’s it going?”

“Tiring.” you had your face buried I his back “Thank you for helping me move Omi.”

“No problem. Would have never left you alone to do all of this.”

“…Aren’t you making a little bit too much?” you peeked from behind him, still not letting go. “You know it’s just the two of us, right? No other twenty people to eat the leftovers.”

He laughed, stirring the pan. “I’m just making a bit more so you can have something to eat tomorrow.”

“You are too perfect, you know that?” you smiled. “Thanks.”

He left the pan and turned to finally kiss you as he caressed your arms. “I could say the same about you.”

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I bought myself some cookies because I felt really good about how it turned out If I say so myself! Hopefully you guys like it too 💕

Have a wonderful day!

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