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Long Jump, Huge Leap

wc: 5k | Pre-Season 3 steddie

[Ao3]

Whoever said Eddie Munson doesn’t like sports is wrong.

One can dislike a candy bar, a type of soda, a likewise mundane thing that comes down to preferences. No, no. What Eddie Munson feels towards sports cannot be condensed into such a simple term. His body itself outright refuses to take part in any sport activity – sweat immediately pooling at his pits and back and ass, legs acting disjointed, arms too long and too weak to do anything of significance, except for maybe making a fool of himself. With that particular element of his P.E. experience helps his mouth which, funnily enough, is the only part of Eddie that runs quicker than anyone, especially its owner, can catch up. Not that the rest of his group feels exceptionally impressed with the skill presented.

Hawkins High doesn’t need a furry mascot for laugh-inducing entertainment when it has Eddie Munson.

“Munson, you’re in Hagan’s team.”

“Oh, for fuck’s-“

“Do not fret, little ol’ Thomas, I sincerely vouch to not dare touch the balls you play with-“

And as the usual song and dance goes, the ball is thrust directly into his stomach.

Several bruises left on his body and ego later Eddie decides it’s simply not worth it, he skips P.E. entirely – avoids it as if it were the ninth circle of Hell. It may as well be, he thinks. Uncle Wayne seems persistent to convince Eddie to try again but after a long and, frankly tiring, conversation the subject is dropped.

Until now.

Eddie stretches out his legs in front of him, the uncomfortable plastic chair digging into his spine and reshaping his already barely-there ass into a flat tire. It’s psychological warfare, it must be, because how else can one explain furniture that defies its primary function so well. Principal Higgins knew well what she did when she chose them to be placed in front of her office. Her own personal little torture chamber.

“The Principal is ready to see you now, Mr. Munson,” the secretary, a pretty blonde in her twenties, tries to smile at him but all that comes out as a result is a grimace stretched thin over her face. It dims further when Eddie stands up making the most noise he possibly could have with the chair sliding across the parquet.

“Sorry,” he says because he is actually sorry. For all his bold persona and jumping on tables, he hates the idea of bothering someone who absolutely does not deserve it. The secretary is nice, he can say that with confidence he’s gained over sitting in that damned red plastic chair too many times to bother counting. He also knows he can be a lot when seated in it – constantly twitching and shifting, mind all too self-aware of the pre-attached uncoordinated body.

Principal Higgins doesn’t look pleased to see him but when does she ever? Eddie personally believes they see each other often enough to be on first-name basis, or at least have this unspoken camaraderie between each other. He thinks the name Margaret would fit her. Tiffany? The only obstacle of their everlasting friendship he can think of is the boundless hatred she has for him. And he has for her.

“Mr. Munson, I’m glad you could join us,” she says, voice syrupy-sweet, so much so it clogs Eddie’s ears for a moment. She has a maroon sweater on today and Eddie thinks it complements the stark bags under her eyes very well. A white blouse ironed to the bone peeks out from underneath it, sleeves rolled up. It’s then that he notices Coach Collins sitting in the chair usually reserved for the culprit’s legal guardian. This is not a usual part of their – Higgins’ and Eddie’s – routine and so it throws him out of the loop a little.

“Please sit,” Higgins points to the only empty seat in her office. Eddie is glad, for what’s it worth, that the chairs here are leagues better than whatever monstrosity his ass still feels the imprint of awaits in the waiting room.

“It wasn’t me,” Eddie says what he always does as he sits down. The Principal doesn’t look any more or less impressed with the line than usual, only letting out a silent sigh.

“Mr. Munson, your attendance ratio in Mr. Collins’ class is abhorrent.”

Ah. Rough and straight to the point, just the way he likes it.

“I might have missed… a couple of days,” Eddie admits, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. His eyes roam the intricate designs on the carpet. Surprisingly enough they look exactly the same as the last time he’s seen them.

“More like a whole semester, son,” Coach finally decides to take part in this excruciating exchange.

“Normally that amount of missed classes is enough to fail the grade but Mr. Collins was considerate enough to offer you a deal,” Higgins pointedly stares Eddie down as if wanting to force him to slide down to his knees and thank the Coach for the opportunity. As if ‘Mr. Collins’ didn’t turn his head at all the harassment Eddie has faced in his class to begin with.

“Uh-huh.”

“Sport’s Day is coming up. We’d like you to join us this year, Mr. Munson,” she adds, implying she very much would not like him to be there at all but some predestined script requires it. “I believe some teamwork could do you good.”

Yes. Because being stuck with the school’s entire jock population on the football field is somehow better than ten or so of them in a P.E. class. He’s going to die, for sure .

The thing is, he knows they are giving him an excellent out. Sport’s Day is sort-of mandatory, though he’s only attended it once himself. It’s a big event for the school that, in theory, is a great opportunity to let a bit loose and get to know each other. Except, as it often is, a certain part of the Hawkins High population deems themselves as better than others and what should be all fun and games turns puckingly nerve-wracking if you dare to not be pristinely perfect and screw up. Eddie had one attempt in 1982 and hasn’t stick in a foot or arm onto school grounds that day ever since.

“Right,” he says in the end, voice a little strangled. They both clearly take it as him agreeing and, well, he doesn’t really have a choice, does he? Unless he wants to repeat Senior Year again.

He doesn’t.

He really, really doesn’t.

So one full day of excruciating pain it is.

-&-

It’s hot as fucking balls.

The event hasn’t started yet but Eddie can already feel the sweat pooling all over his body. Students stand in small groups all around the yard and it takes him a long while before he spots the Corroded Coffin.

“Do my eyes deceive me, or is that Eddie Munson?”

“Yeah, yeah, yack it up,” he rolls his eyes at Jeff, eyes scanning the area for a semi-hidden smoking spot and finding none. It’s too risky, anyway. He lifts the hem of his shirt to fan himself. “Not like I had a choice.”

They all know about the quote unquote ‘olive branch’ handed out to him by the school but he can feel they’re surprised he decided to follow through with the spectacle anyway.

A long queue forms in the middle of the court, Coach Collins and Jenkins right at the top of it all along with Principle Higgins, each with a jar filled with differently colored strips of material in their hands. Even with no say in the matter, Eddie feels his hand sweating the closer he gets to the harbinger of his doom. Soon enough he will know who is going to make his life hell the next ten or so hours.

“Team yellow,” Collins tells him and gives him the appropriately colored ribbon. Eddie does a apathetic ‘woohoo’ with it before sliding off the side where his new team members reside. He ties the material loosely around his neck because he lives to disrupt the norm. Because fuck Collins.

“I don’t think it’s supposed to go there, dude,” Hawkins’ personal eye-candy, Steve Harrington, tells him upon arrival. Even in this horrid damp weather he keeps smiling for some unknown reason, no strand of hair out of place. He has his basketball uniform on – a simple gray shirt and, oh God, tiny shorts that expose those legs- Eddie snaps his head up so fast he’s surprised it hasn’t cracked and rolled off yet. Perhaps that would be the more merciful solution. A yellow ribbon is residing around Harrington’s sun-kissed bicep.

Great.

“Yeah, well, I’m not a great fan of rules,” he bites, hoping Harrington will just leave him be.

“I know. It’s your whole shtick.” So. That’s a no. Harrington shrugs.

“But sometimes rules are there for a reason,” he says and hooks his finger under the ribbon around Eddie’s neck to tug at it lightly. “To, like, not die.”

However eloquently phrased, Eddie begrudgingly admits – to himself, in his head, never out loud – that there might be a good point hidden somewhere underneath all that hair spray. He wonders if it were Hagan in Harrington’s place would there be a more hands-on approach to this warning. With Eddie being left strangled.

Quite possibly.

He’s not going to test that theory.

“Whatever his majesty wants,” Eddie says as he dutifully unties the yellow ribbon from his neck. And because he never knows when to shut up, he adds, “You don’t have to pretend to be nice, dude. I know me being in your team, like, disrupts your mojo, or whatever.”

Harrington is noticeably not smiling anymore. He doesn’t cross his arms though it looks like he really wants to. There’s a pinch between his eyebrows. It should not be attractive but, alas, Eddie is but a weak man.

“It’s supposed to be fun, man.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Eddie ends up mumbling, feeling out of energy all of a sudden. The queue of students doesn’t seem to be getting any shorter, not that it matters much because all his friends have been scattered throughout all the other teams. He moves to sit on the grass at the edge of their little Yellow group, legs spread out in front of him. The grass is dry under his palms as he leans back, and he wishes he could light an inconspicuous smoke. Even more so when a body slams into him.

“Jesus Christ, what the f-“

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” a girl yelps. “I was trying to tie my shoe but I have, like, no coordination so I kind of fell over you? I didn’t mean to do that, I’m so sorry. Balancing on one leg is so much harder than it looks. Like, honestly, how do cheerleaders even do that thing where they-“

“Whoa, hey, it’s fine,” Eddie jumps in before the girl – Robin Buckley, turns out – faints from lack of air. A yellow ribbon hangs limply off her wrist. Maybe it makes him a bad person but there is a sense of relief knowing he will not be the only ‘uncoordinated’ one on the team. Harrington is going to have an aneurysm for sure.

Robin blinks down at him, lips pulling down in a frown. “Oh, it’s you.”

Okay? Mean.

“Yes?” Whatever imaginary comradery Eddie hoped for seems off the table all of a sudden. Well, that’s a bummer. “Why the long face? Not happy to see a fellow nerd on the team?”

“You stepped on my sandwich last week.”

Ah. Well. That would do it, he supposes. The lunch break speeches… they sometimes get a little intense. Eddie gets a little intense, is what the rest of the Hellfire Club would probably say. Eddie’s shoes have been known to slam face – sole? – first into the best of what the Hawkins High cafeteria had to offer; which is not saying much, to be completely honest.

“My humble apologies,” he tries a little bow and hopes it comes off sincere. Buckley looks less than convinced. Tough crowd, what can he say?

“Alrighty, I think that’s all of us,” Harrington’s overly cheery voice thunders somewhere from above him and Eddie, like a moth drawn to a flame, has no other option but to look up. With his hands power-posed strategically onto his sinfully slim waist and the sun positioned perfectly behind him, Steve Harrington seems to have taken it upon himself to alter Eddie’s brain chemistry, braincells leaving left and right, leaking right through his ears, never to be seen again.

“You’re drooling,” Robin’s monotone informs him from his right and he promptly slams his mouth shut, even though he knows the claim is wildly exaggerated. Buckley may be the best or the worst person he’s ever met – he desperately needs to befriend her.

“First up is the relay-race. We need four people. Anyone up?”

Harrington is met with painful silence and that does dim the cheery smile a little bit. Eddie wonders if that is where the famous King Steve comes out of the hiding, all scary sharp teeth and disregard of basic human decency. He himself stills, for once not wanting to draw any attention to himself, feeling like a student who doesn’t know the correct answer which, not to brag, if you asked Higgins or any other teacher in Hawkins High, is something Eddie excels in. Curiosity, though, is a fickle thing and he’s fallen victim to it more times than he can count, and so when the uncomfortable silence drowns on, Eddie can’t help but take a look around to meet the Team Yellow, so to speak.

Fred Benson peers at him from his thick glasses. A group of scared freshman cower together. There’s a couple of band kids other than Robin Buckley who forgone glaring at the back of Eddie’s head in order to chew on her lip nervously and stare at the ground. Not a jock in sight.

Steve Harrington couldn’t have landed a worse team if he tried. Surprisingly he doesn’t look like he’s about to piss himself over it. Huh.

“Alright, well. I volunteer myself then,” he raises his hand. “That leaves three. Hm? Come on, it’s gonna be fun!”

Eddie can’t help it. He snorts. It’s loud and ugly.

“Well, I guess we have another volunteer,” Harrington preens and Eddie has to see who is idiotic enough to- It’s him, isn’t it? Harrington pulled out the classic teacher move and Eddie fell right into the trap.

“You do not want that, Harrington,” he tells him, trying his best not to show how much the intense eye contact from the jock affects him. It does not. It affects him even less when Steve juts out his bottom lip and tilts his head to the side like a goddamn Golden Retriever.

“Why not?”

“You’re going to lose?”

“It’s not about winning, it’s about teamwork,” Harrington trudges on stubbornly, sounding eerily sincere even while basically quoting every fake-cheery pamphlet in existence. It doesn’t matter how much Eddie tries to convince him it’s a bad idea – a terrible, awful, horrible idea – he doesn’t budge an inch like the stubborn asshole that he is.

“I’ll go last,” he informs Eddie and the other two unfortunate ‘volunteers’ once they reach the track.

“Hey, Harrington,” cuts a familiar voice and there’s Hagan suddenly all up Harrington’s business. “Ready to lose?”

To his credit, all Steve does is raise one eyebrow. “Did Hargrove tell you to come here, or what?”

Eddie appreciates balls on a man, literally and metaphorically, so this cheery but assertive combo is doing things to him that he is not proud of. There is a reason he avoided Steve Harrington for most of high school, and it wasn’t only because of the King Steve jock persona. Eddie may not have a good taste in men but he does have eyes.

“Whatever, man,” Hagan finishes off their little pissing contest in the meantime, strutting right back to Billy, both arms adored by blue ribbons. Harrington’s nostrils flare with each breath before he closes his eyes for a second.

Eddie isn’t known to make wise choices. One would argue bad decisions run in his blood, screwing things up his very own a generational pattern.

“Uh, you okay, man?”

Harrington’s eyes snap open. Eddie should have never opened his mouth. With Harrington’s intense eyes on him, he feels like Icarus, flying too close to the sun. Steve smiles. Eddie is going to crush and burn any minute now.

“Yeah, sorry,” he keeps his voice light but there’s underlying tension that hasn’t been there before. His eyes appear almost glazed over when he looks over to Billy Hargrove. Eddie’s gut-instinct wants to pin the strange interaction on some jock-code that he is simply not familiar with but that’s not all there is to it. Eddie has fallen victim to the rumor mill many a time during his prolonged high school career and so he tries not to lean into them too much, even when the juicy news of a fight between the former and new king of Hawkins High broke out. One look at Harrington now and he knows, deep down, the impressive shiner on Steve’s face last fall has truthfully been Hargrove’s doing.

Doesn’t matter, really, because Harrington, emanating a true father-at-vacation energy, claps his hands together with too much enthusiasm. “Alright, let’s get this show on the road.”

Getting the show on the road, so to speak, is Abby, a freshman, who does not at all look very confident. Eddie cannot, for a fact, tell if the time passes too fast or too slow as the whistle toots and Abby is on the go, then Nigel, and then-

Eddie leans forward, bends his knees. Suddenly there’s a weight in his hand. Someone is screaming for him to ‘ go, go, go’ !

And Eddie does what he does best. He runs.

By the halfway point, his lungs are on fire, his legs feel like jello. His hair flies out of his bun and he can barely see but, he muses, he might as well try and actually finish something for once. And it’s not because Steve Harrington happens to be waiting on the other side. But maybe that’s a bonus. Who can tell?

The second his hand touches Harrington’s and passes on the stick, his legs give out from underneath him and he falls on his ass with a deeply unsatisfying thunk .

“Nice job, Munson,” says a blurry hand with a bottle of water.

“Thanks,” he says, or tries to, though it comes out slurred. A big swing of water helps.

“You okay?” Robin leans over him before taking a whiff of L’eau d’Eddie and promptly taking an out.

“Aw, I knew you cared, Buckley.”

“I just don’t want you to hurl all over my shoes,” she simply says.

Somehow they are not last. Eddie doesn’t know whether he helped at all or is it simply the power of Steve Harrington’s godlike legs that did all the heavy-lifting, but they finish off in second place, right after Hagan.

Eddie would never admit it out loud, not under threats of death, but it was…kind of fun. Satisfying.

“Eddie, you were amazing!” Harrington runs up to him, sweat pooling over his forehead and neck and Eddie has to stop himself from offering to lick it off.

“Hu-?”

“You never mentioned you’re this fast!”

“Because I’m not? Have you hit your head on the way here, or-?”

Something weird happens with Harrington’s face for a split second but it’s so quick Eddie doesn’t have the time to properly analyze it before he’s smiling again.

“Not this time, no,” he forces a chuckle. “But you had fun, right?”

Eddie sighs, flops down on the ground to make it extra dramatic. Eyes closed, he reaches out with his hand to make a tiny gap between his index finger and thumb. “Maybe a little.”

A small laugh rings above him, this time genuine, and he hates how he can feel a lazy grin tug at his lips.

Eddie misses at least one round while he lays on the grass. It’s a blissful fifteen-thirty-forty minutes and he revels in it with every whiff of a colder breeze but by minute forty-two the ground doesn’t seem nearly as comfortable as it used to right after the race. The sun assaults his eyes the moment he opens them and he swiftly sits up, trying to shake off loose twigs and dry grass that have gotten entangled with his hair.

Team Yellow has seen better days. While Eddie lounged in the grass they have become a mass of sweat and red heat-swollen cheeks. Whatever disciplines he’s missed, he is glad he has. They are not last on the leaderboard, though – by what miracle, he cannot figure out.

“Eddie!” Steve Harrington, of course, has been spared the same treatment as his team. Hair slightly whipped by the wind and rosy cheeks, he looks as though he just about stepped out of a salon. A tattered yellow-white-blue volleyball sits against his hip. “Just the guy I was looking for. You willing to give it a try?”

Eddie is not.

Not under any normal-adjacent circumstances anyway but Harrington is, consciously or not, giving him his best rendition of puppy eyes. That and Eddie can feel a heated gaze located on the back of his head coming coach’s way. No matter how tempting, he cannot afford to screw this up.

So, in the driest monotone he can muster, Eddie says, “Been waitin’ for that my whole life.”

“Cool,” is all Harrington says before his achingly warm fingers wrap themselves around Eddie’s wrist and tug him towards the court. Buckley is already standing by the net, sending Eddie a miniscule smile of encouragement when he settles on her left, Harrington just behind him.

“Was worried you were a goner by now,” Gareth calls from the other side of the net, a green ribbon tied to his wrist.

“Nah, you know me, Gare-bear,” he flexes his non-existent biceps. “I'm prime material for the next super athlete.”

Someone – Harrington – chokes and coughs behind him. Eddie refuses to look, contribute to the hot and sticky flush of embarrassment that settles over his organs like slime. He has a reputation to uphold, though, so when Gareth raises his eyebrow, silently asking if he is okay – in this team, with King Steve, here and now – Eddie simply rolls his eyes and conspicuously whispers ‘Little Miss Primadonna’, their little nickname for King Steve back in the day.

He doesn’t like how instead of feeling lighter he just feels sick afterwards.

A resounding whistle starts the first set.

Eddie has forgotten how violent and competitive volleyball can get. He jumps away every time the ball comes anywhere near him, Harrington’s sweaty body miraculously appearing right there and then to save the day. It’s maybe the first time today that he can see blips of annoyance on the jock’s face but then as soon as it appears it smooths out and Steve graces him with yet another smile.

“You don’t have to be afraid of the ball,” Harrington off-handedly tells him in-between sets.

“Yeah, well, you tend to start feeling a little bit wary about it after you’ve been hit in the face a few times,” Eddie can’t help but bite back. Harrington looks sad all of a sudden, as though his friends haven’t been the ones to attempt their best at making Eddie’s face concave. He can’t help but yelp when a hairy mass – Steve’s arm – settles over his back and shoulders.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” Harrington teases but there’s a sincere note in his voice. “I won’t let any balls come near you.”

Harrington – blessed, innocent, Harrington – is thankfully too straight to realize the innuendo he accidentally made but Eddie is most definitely not, face red as he mumbles under his breath ‘I mean, some balls are fine.”

Thankfully he does not hear that either.

Steve keeps his promise with surprising accuracy; no volleyball flies anywhere near Eddie and Harrington is always close by. Which should not bring as much comfort to him as it does. Especially considering Eddie still is unable to figure out why – why is Harrington this nice? Why does he care about Eddie at all? Part of him worries it’s all an act, a grand performance by one King Steve, with a grand finale that promises pain and humiliation right at the crescendo.

Nothing happens.

Well, they lose. Spectacularly. One game, then another, then a third one.

Amid this disaster and despite them being the singularly least athletic team possible, Steve Harrington remains an encouraging and patient captain. Not once does he yell or complain when the majority of the team scrambles away from the ball instead of towards it. Surprising, when Harrington has spent years under the wing of Coach Daniels as the Hawkins High very own basketball team captain.

“You’re good at this,” Eddie thinks out loud, promptly pursing his lips because he did not mean to actually say it. It is in particularly bad self-preservation taste to give a jock more ammo.

“I promised,” is all Steve says with a wink. And for a second, a blink-and-you-miss-it, his eyes go up and down along Eddie’s body, and- But that’s impossible. Harrington is not- He wouldn’t have-

It’s a preposterous cherry on the wild-buck cake he’s been offered today. There must have been a ball hurled his way at one point or another, punching him into another dimension that is similar enough yet decidedly feels a little bit off at every step. He’s rooted in his spot like the idiot that he is. What finally breaks him from the self-induced coma is what caused it in the first place - his ears catch the melodic tune of a Harrington laugh and, just like that, from feet above the ground he falls back to Earth, popping like a balloon with a gun.

For all Buckley piss-poor attempts at appearing done with it all, she sure looks chummy with Steve Harrington all of a sudden, and he does with her as well. It was foolish, stupidly childish, to assume the jock’s attention was for Eddie and Eddie alone.

Harrington pulling out his patented charm with Buckley the same way he did a second ago with Eddie feels like a light stab in his chest. What twists it is them looking Eddie’s way, red cheeks and mirth in their eyes, and letting out a short but audible laugh.

“I’m telling you, dingus.”

“God, shut up,” but Harrington laughs as he says it, even when he elbows Robin right in the boob.

Dead-set on keeping his eyes on the ground, Eddie tries to move past them. He doesn’t get far.

“Hey, Eddie, I’m trying to convince Robin to go for tug of war,” Harrington tells him for some fucking reason.

“No way, dingus.”

“She’s stronger than she looks,” he adds, poking Buckley in the bicep-less arm. “From carrying that tuba around.”

“Trumpet.”

I haul up the amp at every Corroded Coffin show, Eddie wants to say – would that impress you?

He’s pathetic. He’s fallen from the high pedestal he self-appointed himself at – above the bullshit popularity contest and suffocating do’s and don’ts of small-town’s high school lore – right at the feet of the walking and breathing representation of everything he resents about how the world works, and-

“Yeah, whatever,” he mumbles.

A good smoke is exactly what Eddie needs right now. Fill his being with nothing but puffs of smoke. Students and teachers and even some parents roam around the school grounds but his trusty spot behind the gym is free of the intruders. Two cigarettes in, he refuses to feel sorry for himself any longer.

He’s not going to dwell on something that was a pipe dream to begin with. Not too long anyway. Whatever. He’s fine.

He is .

Steve seems wary of him when he gets back but he brushes it off as well as he can and gets in line behind Fred Benson instead. It’s long jump time.

“Robin’s pretty cool, right?” comes a voice behind him. Eddie yelps.

“Jesus Christ, warn a guy.”

Steve has the audacity to look a little sheepish, hand going to scratch at the back of his neck. “Sorry, man.”

Silence.

“Turns out we have some things in common,” he says, then. And stares. For a long time.

“Okay?”

What does he want Eddie to say? You have my blessing? Congrats?

Steve looks slightly discouraged from continuing his ventures but seems willing to trudge on, for whatever reason. “Maybe-“

“Munson, you’re up!”

Oh, thank God .

Eddie may not be the fastest or the strongest but he has years of avoiding bullies under his belt. That is to say, if he wants to avoid someone, he will find a way to become, well, not invisible, but unreachable at the least. It does not help that at this point he understands Harrington’s newfound obsession with him even less. Maybe for a second Eddie could have thought that – well, that doesn’t matter.

By hour eight and with only one event left, Eddie feels pretty confident he’s going to survive the whole thing after all and not even be on the losing team somehow. That is until Coach Jenkins announces the farewell match.

“Dodgeball! Yellow against blue,” and whistles loud and clear, no room for complaints.

It all goes surprisingly well until it doesn’t. Until there’s a ball flying his way. Until he faceplants into next week.

Of course it’s Steve Harrington who insists on patching him up in the nurse’s office. “I’m the captain,” he says before anyone else can offer. Not that they were people scrambling to do so, really.

“I’m sorry,” Harrington adds when an icepack settles on the side of Eddie’s head once they arrive.

“What for? ‘Far as I can tell it wasn’t you who threw that,” Eddie narrows his eyes. “Right?”

“No, of course not, Eddie, I would never-“ Steve stops himself and Eddie wants so badly to point out that he ‘would ever’, in fact he ‘did ever’, but that would be a lie. King Steve never stooped as law as the likes of Tommy Hagan or other low-esteem high school bullies. King Steve was always above it all, too high and mighty to bother with mundane shit such as head shooting a nerd with a basketball in P.E. or offering a swirlie. Doesn’t make it right, doesn’t make him any less of an asshole for standing by and watching it happen.

But Harrington hasn’t been King Steve for a while now, has he?

It’s morally questionable. It’s confusing.

Eddie thinks he might be having a concussion.

“I promised,” Steve says instead, and Eddie is really even more convinced a visit to the ER is going to be necessary because- “That I wouldn’t let any ball come near you.”

Ah.

A strange oath to so stubbornly hang onto all things considered.

While Eddie struggles to find an appropriate response Steve decides to take it upon himself to start cleaning the scraped knee with a feather-light touch and precision that comes as a surprise. A minute stretches into five, into ten, as he works, clearing his throat at the end.

“I’ve been told that I’ve been,” he makes quotation marks in the air. “acting like a weirdo.”

“Ah. Well. Who am I to disagree with the King?” Eddie juts out his bottom lip and Steve snorts. Clamps a hand to his mouth, embarrassed, though a glint in his eyes betrays him.

“What’s so funny, Harrington?”

“Nothing. Just – I really do have a type,” Steve shrugs.

“Women that are probably too good for you?”

“Mmm, that, too, but also,” he grabs one of the loose strands that have escaped Eddie’s bun and twirls it between his fingers. Heat rushes to his ears fast and warm and he can barely make out what Steve says next. But he does and- “Cute pout. Curly hair. Beautiful brown eyes. Super smart.”

Eddie swallows. “Steve.”

“Not ‘Harrington’ anymore?”

“If this is a joke-“

“It’s not,” Steve’s hand quickly links and tugs at his. “I promise it’s not.”

“I’m a little lost, dude, not gonna lie.”

“The whole day, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. You’re… pretty, so pretty. And Robin insisted that you like me, too,” Steve slows down, disentangles his hands from Eddie’s. “But – did I misread this? I- Don’t leave me hanging like that, man.”

Eddie can see the growing panic in Steve’s eyes, desperation in his voice. He can’t help it, his mind comes to a shattering halt.

“Wait, hold on, I- You’re being serious?” Steve nods. “Okay, shit. I-uh. Fuck.”

“This was a bad idea, wasn't it?” Steve fists his hand in his hair, making a mess of it and oh, Eddie cannot allow that, not unless he’s the one that- “I’m so sorry, Eddie-“

One hand on a grey shirt, one with rings getting tangled in-between strands of puffy hair, two pair of lips collide for just a split second. Only a quick pause follows before they are reunited again, and again, and-

“Does that mean,” Steve asks, breathless, between peppering kisses. “that you’ll go out with me?”

“Keep the kisses coming and you have yourself a deal.”

Steve leans away and smirks. Eddie can’t help the little embarrassing whine that leaves his lips. “We stopped. Why did we stop?”

“Told you it’s all about teamwork.”

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hello-nichya-here · 5 months

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i hate that the general public has the ideia that sandor only sees sansa as a "little sister" and has a stronger bond with arya… got did irreparable damage to society

I get far less mad at the "He's closer to Arya" thing when the people saying it are honest about refering solely to show as that's the only version of the story they've consumed. What I cannot stand is the people that only watched the show and then try to use it as evidence to claim Sandor was closer to Arya IN THE BOOKS THEY'VE NEVER EVEN FUCKING READ!

Buddy, in the books he beat, threatened and insulted her every other paragraph. He HAD moments of campassion towards her, and Arya did take notice and retribute it sometimes, but their dynamic is overwhelmingly negative and toxic. They're not friends, he doesn't see her as someone dear to him, and Arya was 110% justified in leaving him to die - something Sandor himself acknowledges.

Don't get me wrong, I do believe has good in him, and that he will BECOME a good person, as that's clearly what's being set up, but for 90% of the story he is an absolute bastard, even when actively trying to be nice to the Stark girls - and he has ALWAYS put way more effort to be gentler towards Sansa than he ever did to anyone else on Earth, Arya very much included.

He talks about her all the time, makes his romantic/sexual interest in her very clear, and cries on his "death" about how he failed to protect her. More importantly, while he DID threaten Sansa when offering to rescue her, he was in the middle of a PTSD episode, and all it took for him to breakdown crying and leave her alone was her singing a song about mercy. He never bonded with Arya on that level or ever got even close to respecting her wish to not be around him like he did with Sansa.

And let's not forget why Sansa sang to him: because Sandor demanded a LOVE SONG about the fool-turned-knight that rescued the pretty girl and then became her lover. He wants to be Sansa's hero and wants her to LOVE him. He almost kissed her during that whole mess, and George R.R. Martin has Sansa misremember the event to include an actual kiss, because Sansa was, in his own words, "correcting" that moment - not by ignoring all the awful parts of it mind you, but by making Fantasy!Sandor act on his obvious attraction to her, because the fact that he didn't was more important in her head than him literally threatening her life.

In case that last bit didn't make obvious: the book was not subtle about Sandor NOT thinking of Sansa as his "little sister", but as the object of his lust/love AND the poor, innocent maiden that is waiting for a true knight to rescue her and safely take her back to her family's castle - and despite her not being reckless enough to run off with such an unstable man, Sansa DOES have feelings for him too. Hell, even the show wasn't always unwilling to go there, as they do have some moments that scream "there's something there"

I REALLY need to make a whole separate post on how GOT completely destroyed Sansa and Arya (plus Sandor) as characters, and how their dynamics with "The Hound" were all wrong since Dumb & Dumber clearly didn't get that they were not supposed to side with Sandor's "everyone is awful, so all awful things are justified" mentality.

#asks #sansan #sandor clegane #arya stark #sansa stark #book sandor #book sansa #book arya

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best cdramas I’ve watched since the last one of these posts in 2023 (and some I’m still looking forward to seeing)

A League of Nobleman (watch on WeTV VIP | watch on AppleTV | watch on Viki | watch on bilibili | watch on YouTube) Adapted from the novel "The Mystery of Zhang Guo" (张公案) by Da Feng Gua Guo (大风刮过) starring Jing BoRan, Song WeiLong, Hong Yao, Guo Cheng and Wang Duo. Definitely gay, but in like a very focused, we-have-a-mystery-to-solve way. Loved the acting and the plot; cannot believe people actually gave Song Weilong shit for his acting in this drama. He was aMAzing. The downside is that the editing grew progressively sloppier as the drama progressed, and although majority of the visuals were very satisfying, I never realized how crappy the quality of the light was until I tried gifing some of the scenes. The upside is Jing BoRan holding kittens. Enough Said. 7/10

The Blood of Youth (watch on Viki | watch on YouTube) Adapted from the novel "Shao Nian Ge Xing" (少年歌行) by Zhou Mu Nan (周木楠) starring Li HongYi, Liu XueYi and Ao RuiPeng. Love this goddamn drama. I adopted the entire cast within the first 3 episodes and then I spent the next 37 terrified that half of them would get killed off. There’s def some major character death in this drama my chickens, so keep that in mind (and not a canonical death either, from what I understand). Anyway, this is my fave genre by far so I’m never really picky, but this drama is exhilarating and gorgeous from beginning to end. Highly recommend. 9/10

New Life Begins (watch on iQIYI | watch on Viki | watch on YouTube) Adapted from the web novel "Qing Chuan Ri Chang" (清穿日常) by Duo Mu Mu Duo (多木木多) starring Bai JingTing and Tian XiWei. Just sweet and fluffy. The plot is easy and devoid of complexities, but very satisfying nonetheless. The acting is definitely on another level. The entire cast has bonkers chemistry, and it’s about time someone made good use of Bai Jingting’s comedy potential. One of the top 5 easy viewing dramas on my rewatch list. 8/10

The Legendary Life of Queen Lau (watch on Viki | watch on YouTube) Adapted from the web novel "Huang Hou Liu Hei Pang" (皇后刘黑胖) by Ge Yang (戈鞅) starring Li JiaQi and Li HongYi. Loved this. Although it doesn’t shy away from difficult subjects, this is basically a comedy from beginning to end. Not gonna lie, I mainly gave this a go for Li Hongyi, but it’s hard to even notice him when Li Jiaqi is in the room. There’s no shame in being overshadowed by superior talent :) 7/10

(yeah, after all this, I rewatched Nirvana In Fire again)

Under the Microscope (watch on Apple TV | watch on Bilibili | watch on iQIYI VIP | watch on Viki) Adapted from the novel "Xian Wei Jing Xia De Da Ming" (显微镜下的大明) by Ma Bo Yong (马伯庸) starring Zhang RuoYun and Wang Yang. Continuously impressed by Zhang RuoYun’s skills. This drama is 90% grit and tension. Drool-worthy visuals. Interesting plot. Sound mixing that gives me a Mo Ran style boner. Make your friends watch it and they will hate you. 9/10

Till The End of The Moon (watch on YouTube | watch on Apple TV | watch on Viki) Adapted from the web novel "Hei Yue Guang Na Wen BE Ju Ben" (黑月光拿稳BE剧本) by Teng Luo Wei Zhi (藤萝为枝). Starring Luo Yunxi and Bai Lu. This was so breathtakingly gorgeous. The chemistry between the actors, the visuals, the special effects, the costumes, everything is stunning in this drama. The romance is by no means original, but still manages to draw you in. Absolutely worth watching at least once. 8/10

Still waiting on:

Immortality - based on danmei novel The Husky and His White Cat Shizun by 肉包不吃肉 starring Chen Feiyu and Luo Yunxi (you can think I’m a clown but you’d be wrong bc I’m a wholeass circus)

Winner Is King - based on the danmei novel Sha Po Lang by Priest starring Tan Jianci and Chen Zheyuan

Step By Step Lotus - based on historical novel Return to Ming Dynasty as Prince by 月关 starring Zhang Binbin and Luo Yunxi

Eternal Faith - based on danmei novel Heaven Official’s Blessing by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu starring Zhai Xiaowen and Zhang Linghe

Joy Of Life Season 2 - based on wuxia novel of the same name by 猫腻 starring Zhang Ruoyun and Li Qin

Story of Kunning Palace - based on the novel 坤宁 by 时镜 starring Bai Lu and Zhang LingHe

Flying Phoenix - based on danmei novel of the same name by 風弄 starring Dai Jingyao and Shu Yaxin

The Story of the Bat - based on danmei novel Bat by Feng Nong starring Mao Zijun and Zhang Yao

The Longest Promise - based on xianxia novel Zhu Yan by 沧月 starring Xiao Zhan, Ren Min, and Zhang Yunlong

Mysterious Lotus Casebook - based on wuxia novel 吉祥纹莲花楼 by Teng Ping 藤萍 starring Cheng Yi and Zeng ShunXi

Follow Your Heart - historical drama starring Song Yi and Luo Yunxi

The Thirteen-Hongs in Canton - historical drama starring Zhu Yawen and Yu Haoming

White Cat Legend - based on manhua of the same name starring Ding Yuxi and Zhou Qi

#cdrama #cdrama recs #long post #m

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Capricious feelings

Atsumu x gn!reader

(this could be read as pre or post timeskip tsumu so have fun with it 💙)

I am back on my "haikyuu fics based off vocaloid songs" grind after the first one was moderately successful, so I bring you:

Kimagure Mercy and Atsumu except the ending is good because i am smitten for atsumu and cannot write him as an asshole even though he absolutely would be one😭

Warnings: a few swear words, sort of angst to sort of fluff

He's calling you again. You only roll your eyes, waiting for your phone to stop ringing and turning away to focus on whatever else you're doing.

You know why he's calling, anyways. It's cuz he wants your help, or wants to borrow some money, or has some other favour that he wants from you.

You see, Atsumu's your boyfriend on paper, but in practice, things couldn't be more different. The "relationship", if you can even still call it that, is on the verge of collapsing. He only ever calls you when he needs favours, constantly making excuses for his distant behaviour.

The phone stops ringing, and you take a breath of relief, only for it to start ringing again a few seconds. God, he must really want a favour if he bothered calling twice in a row. You sigh, picking up the phone.

"Hi, how are ya?" He's using a sweet, gentle tone to butter you up as always. You regretfully know all of his little tricks by now.

"I'm fine. Why are you calling?" You're aware that you sound a little cold and harsh, but what's the point in useless small talk when you already know that isn't why he's calling?

"Come over, will ya?"

Those words froze you for a second. Whenever he asked you to come over, it would always end with him sucking your face off and then ignoring you until you leave. It always leaves you feeling sick and empty, knowing those kisses mean nothing to him.

Yet someway, somehow, you find yourself feeling giddy whenever he takes your hand or wraps his arms around your waist. And you hate that you do.

You absolutely hate the thought of falling in love with him. Not with that selfish, self-obsessed asshole who only uses you for favours and doesn't give a damn about you. But your heart insists on betraying your mind, your reason.

"Are ya there? You've been real quiet..." his voice snaps you out of your train of thought. "Yeah, I'm coming."

You don't know why you still bend to his will every time, you could easily say no, break up with him and never talk to him again. Maybe you actually do know why... and you don't like the reason.

"Lovely, I'll be waitin'. Bye now." he hung up the phone. As always, he has you wrapped around his finger, otherwise you wouldn't be making your way to his house right now. You live relatively close to him, so the walk isn't long. You briefly think about turning around and going back home. But once again, your stupid heart wins.

You ring the doorbell, and a sudden wave of regret flushes over you. Should you really be falling into his arms again? Should you have ignored your mind, telling you to turn back?

Before you even have a chance to run away, the door opens. "Heya, sweets. Come on in." That smile is a deceptive mask, and you know it. You silently walk in, sitting down on the couch, your usual make-out spot. You just have to get it over with and hope your stomach doesn't churn from guilt later.

He sits down beside you, and you close your eyes in anticipation to be roughly grabbed by him. But it doesn't come.

"Are you good? Ya look a lil' pale." the concern in his voice was completely unexpected.

"Since when do you care how I'm doing?" You have no idea what came over you in that moment. Normally you would brush it off, lie to him, or assure him you're fine. But he'd never asked you that with such concern before, and you don't know what to do with yourself anymore.

"I'm yer boyfriend, of course I-"

"Oh, shut up! You only care when you want a favour from me!" You stood up, clenching your hands into fists. "You don't actually give a damn about me, do you?! You don't love me, you only love yourself!!" All your repressed feelings suddenly came spilling out.

He looked awfully surprised by your behaviour, probably because you finally didn't bend to his will once. Because you finally said what's on your mind. It felt good, but at the same time, your heart felt a pang of pain once the words you said finally registered in your brain.

"I... this is what I called ya over for, actually...." he looked to the ground, wearing a solemn expression. His mask of confidence was breaking.

"...What?"

"I know that I'm a horrible boyfriend, but I'm goin' ta fix that." He looked back up at you, determination shining in his eyes.

This was a conversation you never ever expected to have. Is this a cruel prank? Would Atsumu do that to you?

"I don't... understand. Why now?" You weren't sure what to think right now. You're honestly thinking too many things, feeling too many emotions at once right now.

"Because, I ended up realisin' that ya deserve better than this. Honestly, yer too good fer me." Knowing Atsumu, it must've taken a lot for him to throw away his pride and ego just to admit this.

At your silence, he continued. "My point is, I wanna be better for ya, give this whole love thing a shot, ya know? But if ya really feel that way, you can break up with me, I won't mind..."

"Atsumu, you ass." He flinched slightly at your response, searching your face for your emotions. "You can't do this to me." Right when you finally felt strong enough to call him out, he decides to pull you right back in and make you feel all horrible.

You sigh. "You're a lucky man, Atsumu. But these better not be empty promises." Your hopeless heart wins you over once again. Yet this time, you feel assured. Assured that Atsumu will do the right thing.

Atsumu finally felt like he could breathe again, placing a hand on his chest. "Would I ever break a promise I made?" He asked with a relieved smile.

"Honestly.... you seem like you would." You rolled your eyes playfully.

"Hey, I didn't promise to better myself just so you can insult me!"

#˗ˏˋ ★ ☁︎ 「Wolfie’s works」 ☾ ★ ˎˊ˗#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #hq atsumu #msby atsumu #x gender neutral reader #gn reader

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how would every member kiss you?

what a GREAT question, friend. Very huge thanks to @freakyfriedrice for bieng my partner in delulu...

pairing: ot13 x gn!reader genre: fluff (some of these might get kinda spicey) warnings: none

a/n: hello i cannot stop thinking about these ideas... especially dokyeom's...

seungcheol: lifts your chin with his finger much like seungcheol these kisses can be very hot but also very soft... he'd call your attention to him while you're in the middle of doing something else with a soft "hey." and honestly you turn to him just because you weren't sure if you actually heard him and he is just looking at you with the dopiest smile on his face before he pulls you to him to leave you with a sweet kiss.

jeonghan: will kiss you everywhere except the mouth first jeonghan is a TEASE oh my god. he waits until you're looking up at him pouting before he finally relents... but not before he fakes you out one last time. he loves to make you laugh, but he also loves to make himself laugh. seeing you laugh makes his heart do flips and he just loves the way you smile as he kisses you silly.

joshua: hand kisses when you're holding hands ok besties, listen -- imagine it's fall, autumn, like an all too well (10 minute version) (taylor's version) type of autumn. you and joshua are walking through the park, he buys you a warm coffee and holds your other hand in his. he tells you he saw a band playing nearby and they're playing your song and when you suggest going, he'll leave a soft kiss on your hand in his and before pulling you to the sound of guitars.

jun: kisses into your hair cuddles with jun. did y'all hear that? cuddles. with. jun. when he has in you in his arms after a long day he just pulls you into his chest and rests his head against yours, and he's comforted immediately by your familiar scent. he smiles against your hair before leaving a soft kiss against it as he whispers "goodnight, my love."

soonyoung: playful, teasing kisses you could be having the longest, worst, most tiring day ever, but coming home to a smiling soonyoung makes everything else immediately disappear. when he sees you sigh as you enter the apartment, he'll smother you with love as soon as you walk to him. he'll pepper you with kisses until you're finally smiling and giggling and asking him to stop. "better?" he'll ask with a final sweet kiss.

wonwoo: forehead kisses i keep thinking about this one yall... like it's not funny anymore, i can just picture standing next to him at a grocery store and you guys are picking up snacks and you're trying to decide if you want the barbecue flavor or the cheese flavor and wonwoo can't help but think that the way your eyebrows scrunch together is so adorable and he just wraps his arm around you and leaves a kiss on your forehead. "what was that for?" you ask. "no reason, i just think you're cute."

jihoon: privately HAHAHA i am a firm believer that jihoon hates pda. but when you're alone... that's where soft-but-pretends-he's-not jihoon comes out. like i've mentioned before, jihoon will find reasons to act affectionate to you even though he knows he absolutely does not need to. he'll tell you that you have something on your face and he'll tenderly wipe his thumb across your cheek and then he will lean in so painfully slow that you have to resist the urge to pull him in by the collar.

seokmin: tickles you first, then rests his forehead on yours similar to soonyoung, they really are both happy viruses and literally live to see you smile and laugh. but he does it at the most innoportune times. you guys could be cuddling in bed watching a nature documentary, and you'd be nearly falling asleep when you feel him squeezing your side before he starts an all out attack. Once you're finally out of breath, he'll relent and laugh before pulling you back in and resting your head against his. he'll rest a hand at the nape of your neck and smile before he leans in. sorry yall this has been on my mind so much i even wrote a whole seperate drabble about this i--

mingyu: pauses just before your lips touch to smile at you brb i'm flying to spain but the s is silent. yall can see the smile he gives you right? are we all crying rn too? bc he'll give you the dopiest, most love striken smile like he didn't know how to breathe till he met you. his eyes have sparkles in them and you know his heart is beating as fast as yours. he might even bite his lip, and he'll adore the way it makes you blush. when he finally does kiss you, it's soft and he's smiling into it the whole time.

minghao: both hands on either side of your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks yall know how suave he would be right like we're all thinking about this together rn? he is passionate and he is so beautiful and you are so beautiful to him too so why would he not have hold you with both of his hands like you were the most important and most precious thing in his world? he looks at you like art, like he wants to spend every minute forever memorizing you. when he kisses you it feels like watching the sunset and makes your heart skip a beat.

seungkwan: laughing kisses do u see the theme running with booseoksoon? happy virus. sunshine. how do u handle kissing the sun itself? unlike them, he chooses to kiss you when you are already laughing, and he looks at you like you're the sun. how does he handle kissing you? he pulls you in by the waist while you're still laughing and he stops you laughing by putting a finger to your lips. before you can ask why he's shushing you, he already has his lips on yours.

vernon: slow kisses ok imagine this with me. you're in the car with him, it's parked in the parking lot of your favorite boba place. you've been sitting with him for an hour watching community or whatever tv show, you're not really sure, and it's raining in the background. suddenly, you look over and he's looking at you with a gaze you can't quite name untiil he leans over the console and rests his hand in your hair, pulling you into him. his kisses are alow, lazy, like he knows he has all the time in the world to kiss you. i am ill yall, this one took me out

dino: trails kisses from your neck nvm it was this one your honor, this was the attacker. chan likes to start at your neck and make his way up to your lips. don't get me wrong this is really a spicey thing of him to do, but it's not always spicey in every context. sometimes he does it jokingly, when you're annoyed at him because he keeps taking bites of the food you're cooking before it's done, he'll wrap his arms from behind you and pull you in tight. yall have seen his arms right? ur not escaping. and he'll leave light kisses from your nape to distract you until he kisses you (he'll also steal another piece of bacon while you're distracted)

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drag0nashes · 3 months

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I JUST FINISHED THE LAST 2 EPISODESSS

SPOILER WARNING

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY OMFG-

I was sweating profusely during the whole battle 😭 let me make a few points that I absolutely need to just let out because AUDJSHDJ

- The amount of swears alastor said has me screaming. Like he literally said fuck to Adam's fucking face. He did deserve it though

- also ADAM IS DEAD. REJOICE. The moment he got stabbed i said: omg watch it be Nifty, and then I literally laughed my eyeballs out.

- PENTIOUS KISSING CHERRI, SACRIFICING HIMSELF, THEN GOING TO HEAVEN- LIKE. GUYS. HES SO GORGEOUS LOOK AT HIMMM

- I also just wanna say that I love Rosie and Alastors dynamic so much. And SHE SAID SOMETHING ABOUT HIM BEING ACE?? (I'm pretty sure? I got a little caught up in the episode so correct me if I'm wrong lols)

- I THOUGHT ALASTOR WAS GONNA DIE FOR A SEC TOO 😭 But I also am probably going to try and decipher Alastors part in that last song because I KNOW IT HAD TO MEAN SOMETHING.

-im actually dying rn guys. My head is THROBBING.

-i need to breathe 🥲

- I NEED TO KNOW ALASTORS DEAL HEREEEE

- also Vox was just going fucking off the whole time. And Val and Vox kissing at the end? No comment.

-last thing: I love how much Angel dust has grown. He fought for his friends, saved an egg boi, and looked so sad to see pentious die. He literally went from hating his guts to looking hurt to see him go. I love angel

Now before this post becomes a long rant, I want to just say that I absolutely ADORED these episodes and CANNOT WAIT TO SEE SEASON 2. I'm also probably going to make separate posts about other things I may have missed, or just elaborating on things I already mentioned

THAT'S ALL THE YAPPING DONE. HAVE A GOOD DAY EVERYONE! STAY HYDRATED AND "STAY TUNED" 📻

#I FINISHED THE EPISODES THEY LEFT ME SPEECHLESS #hazbin #hazbin hotel #alastor #EEE #vox and valentino??#ADAM DEATH #sir pentious #ANGEL SIR PENTIOUS #Vivziepop #stay hydrated

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neko-loogi · 10 months

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So I just watched the new Helluva Boss episode and honestly it's not the worst thing I've seen but eh I do have some complaints.

For starters I am not a huge fan of Queen Bee herself, as in her design I mean. Like, her design overall isn't bad, (although a bit cluttered with too much detail), it just doesn't suit the character she's supposed to represent. I mean, she's literally Beelzebub! But they didn't even bother to make her an actual bee, she's just a furry with bee attributes- (I believe she's a Fennec fox).

It's not a bad design to look at I guess? But I dunno, I was expecting a legit bee with a curvy body or something (not trying to be stereotypical-). *I also wanted to point out that her design feels like straight up fan service, that I'm sure Viv will make sexy merch of her soon. Just you wait.

Another thing I found weird about the episode was that she's dating Vortex. Like, it seems a bit off in my opinion especially since she's a literal sin, just like Ozzie and somehow it's okay for her to be dating this random ass hellhound (which according to Viv, they are a lower class than Imps). They make the whole Stolas and Blitzo be this 'forbidden love' bullshit, but suddenly it's okay with some characters? I dunno that just doesn't make sense really.

I would've much preferred if Vortex was just dating a normal hellhound that likes to host parties and stuff and that Queen Bee was just a good friend of his or something. Because honestly, I legit thought that she wasn't into him and she was just using him or something.

Anyway, Blitzo was still annoying as ever (seriously I absolutely hate him as a character and his voice is just unbearable and a pain to listen to), and his relationship with Loona felt shallow, so yeah there's that. I kinda liked how Loona wasn't a total edgy bitch in this episode, except that she still is and well there's nothing I can do about it.

I honestly didn't feel anything when she was upset in the episode, plus I thought it was weird that she calls Blitzo to pick her up because she wanted to go home and then suddenly she decides to stay at the party again. Then Blitzo gets drunk in a really stupid way and yeah it's not funny at all.

Overall the episode was okay, I mean the song was decent (even though Viv doesn't have to add a damn song to every episode but oh well-), and the animation was much much better than the previous episode.

*Edit: I've seen people complain about the animation not being consistent (but honestly Helluva Boss is always like that so I'm used to it basically-), however the last episode, Western Energy was god awful to look at, this one was more tolerable.

*Edit again: I'm noticing a lot of hardcore fans talking about how Queen Bee's design is really good and complain that 'pEoPLe sHoULd sToP wHiNiNg aBoUt HoW sHe DoEsN't LoOk LiKe a bEe'. Honestly in my opinion, fuck you. If I don't like the design then that's my problem, you don't have to agree with me and that's fine, but don't go out of your way to talk shit about others just because they don't like something. Man, Viv's fans are such bootlickers istg..

I'm still surprised they hired Kesha to voice Queen Bee, (no wonder the budget keeps getting worse, especially since Viv thinks she can just hire whoever she wants for her crappy little series about demons having sex and killing people-). I also find it stupid how she only voices the character but doesn't actually sing the song. She wrote the song, but didn't actually sing it. So what's the point?? What was the purpose of Viv hiring a literal fucking famous singer to voice a crappy character from her crappy little series when she doesn't even sing!

And don't get me wrong, I like Kesha, she's got cool songs and whatever but she cannot voice act at all. Her lines felt kinda flat and awkward whenever she spoke, and she also sounded off whenever she said any curse words.

But yeah, that's all I have to say.

#anti helluva boss #anti vivziepop #helluva boss critique #helluva boss critical #vivziepop critique #vivziepop critical #helluva boss criticism #vivziepop criticism #spindlehorse critical #spindlehorse criticism #///#by neko loogi #do not repost #neko loogi rambles 😬#neko loogi rants😔

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eisuke ichinomiya x desi!reader headcanons !!

im so bored so here are some headcanons bec i love being desi

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

• he hates it when he has to wait and initially when you started dating you tried your best to be on time whenever he paged you but as your relationship progressed, its game over. whenever u have to go out, you ALWAYS leave at the the desi time and he slowly got so used to it, the one and only time punctual eisuke was late to events.

• eisuke has a massive sweet tooth so when you first made him kheer, he absolutely loved it although his only words were ‘not bad’. He definitely asks you to make it again so you feed him other ‘mithai’ (sweets in urdu/hindi) like gulab jamun, rasgullay, JALEBI etc and he loves it so much.

• you make him desi food from time to time and actually requests it like you him ask ‘eisuke what do you want for dinner today?’ and he just says ‘you made nihari last time, it was good. make it again’ he finds it very flavourful.

• he’s very familiar with other cultures since he’s a businessman and often interacts with foreign businessmen. he knows about the clothes and customs of your country. imagine eisuke in kurta or sherwani EISUKE IN A KURTA A BLACK KURTA AT THAT (i would actually die). Whenever you go to family events, you always wear traditional clothes and once eisuke is invited to them, he initially just wears his suit but after some time he starts to indulge you and actually wears your traditional clothes.

• he finds it very sexy when you talk and swear in your mother language.

• eisuke is multilingual (as its mentioned in the story) so if he doesnt know your mother langauge he would DEFINITELY learn and boy his pronunciation would be so good (thats a perfectionist for you)

• he says he hates bollywood movies because theyre so extra but thats a lie. whenever u play something like ‘kabhi khushi kabhi gham’ or ‘kal ho na ho’ he always watches it with you because he’s intrigued but ALWAYS says ‘this movie is so bad i wonder why you waste time watching this stuff’

• you go around singing bollywood songs or songs in your mother tongue around the penthouse and he just enjoys it so much but he definitely wont say it out loud

• eisuke was FLABBERGASTED when you told him or rather showed him a desi wedding like why is everyone wearing such fancy clothes ??? and he’s even more surprised when he finds out there’s actually three days to a wedding and even more pre wedding events.

• he loves it when you wear mehndi on your hands, he sees mehndi as something that adorns your hand and whenever u apply it, he brings your hand up to his face and smells it because he loves thr scent.

• when you told him about all your family and by that i mean family on your mother’s and father’s side, he has to do a double take because why the fuck do you have SO many cousins? he’s trying to keep up but there’s just so many.

• your parents love him more than you. they literally said it to your face ‘oh my, such a handsome boy, how did you ever end up with our incompetent daughter’ you cannot convince me that this wont happen.

• baba asks you to teach him bhangra and other desi dance steps and you, ota and baba have the time of your life dancing to chammak challo and nach punjaban in the penthouse lounge and eisuke just looks at you like youre comitting a crime

a little something for myself bec im a self indulgent bitch (not exactly a desi headcanon but i wanted to add this)

• every eid you spend with him, he makes sure to spoil you thoroughly. he gives you so much eidi (literally) like he straight up handed you car keys once and went ‘eid mubarak ___, i know you’ve been waiting for your eidi’ and then he just smirks while you think what did you do to deserve so much. he enjoys eid festivities with you and eid ul fitr is his favourite eid.

#eisuke x reader #desi things #kbtbb #eisuke ichinomiya #kissed by the baddest bidder #voltage inc #otome #love 365 #otome romance #soryu oh #mitsunari baba #ota kisaki

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faintedlcve · 8 months

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Hi Lucy~~~ ✨ Please can I request a Draco Malfoy fic based on Maisie Peters ‘You to you’? x

You to You

I cannot express to you how happy I am that you requested this. I absolutely love Maisie Peters and this makes my day because she is one of my favourite artists (I have a lot lmao) and she is so underrated hope this is what you wanted xx sorry this is so late x I was trying to make it good xx

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, cursing (BC it's the lyrics), jealousy.

Summary: Draco did you dirty and you are determined to get back at him. And you're very good at expressing that.

Yes, this text contains of lyrics from other Maisie Peters songs, sue me (cause !! atleast !! then !! we !! could !! talk !!) they are in blue italic x

Three months ago today, he had your heart on a plate. You ate takeout on the floor, you gave the world to him and more.

As you saw Draco enter with his new girlfriend, you felt nothing but rage. You were such a perfect girlfriend and yet he decided to leave forever for something that won't even last.

"It took him a minute. To rip us up in a minute. To say he's done with committing." You said loudly enough for Draco and his new girlfriend to hear.

Draco sighed as he heard those words, knowing for well they were about him.

"Jesus Christ just move on already." Draco mumbled under his breath but you heard him.

"Oh, don't you think I'm trying." You said, offended by the audacity he had to say that.

As the rest of the common room burst into chatter, you sat there, observing Draco: how he talked to her, gave her time like he never did to you.

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"I lost my friends, took his side! Had his back cause I thought he had mine. That was then, I was wrong." You said to Pansy as you entered your dorm that you shared with her.

"Hello Pansy! Hello y/n! Nice to see you! Nice to see you too!" Pansy mocked annoyed at the lack of introduction.

"Pansy, you know there's no time for introductions right now." You said glaring at her.

"Ok fine! What did he do now?" Pansy asked.

"What did he do? WHAT DID HE DO? WELL I DON'T KNOW PANSY, HE'S DONE A LOT OF THINGS! FOR STARTERS, HE PLAYED ME! THEN HE BROKE UP WITH ME AND MADE IT SEEM LIKE MY FAULT. THEN HE GOT TOGETHER WITH THE ONE GIRL WHO EVERYONE HATES." You half shouted at Pansy.

"Not many people hate Astoria." Pansy replied.

"That's what you got out of this?" You glared at Pansy, your voice dripping with annoyance and anger all together.

"Ok, what do you want me to do about it?" She asked.

"Well for starters you should- well that and- I have no idea." You said looking for an excuse to involve Pansy but failing miserably.

"Exactly. You're digging in this too much. You two are over. You need to enjoy your life." Pansy said.

"That's the first smart thing I've heard you say Pansy! Thanks!" You replied.

"No problem- wait what?!" Pansy pouted looking offended.

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You hoped that he'd find someone that he trusts. And he gives all his darkest secrets up. And then you hoped they break his heart in two.

"Hope she does a you to you to you to you to you." You mumbled under your breath as you saw him enter with Astoria.

"Still on him?" Theo asked seeing you stare at him.

"No way!" You replied.

"What he did was pretty shit. You deserve better." He said smiling at you.

"I shouldn't be surprised, he's not the 'meet the parents' type, he said he needed me, wanted to be with me, just didn't want his friends to see." You said as you glared daggers at him.

"Wow what a liar. What else did he say?" Pansy joined in on your conversation.

"Well, he said I was different. But I wasn't different, I was just a girl he said he loved. Now I wish that I'd listened." You said.

And you lost your friends. Took his side. Had his back cause you thought he had yours. That was then. You were wrong.

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"oh great there she is. She's so obsessed with me." Draco said to Astoria as you stared at you.

"I hope that you finds someone that you trust. And you give all your darkest secrets up. And then I hope she breaks your heart in two. Hope she does a you to you, to you, to you, to you. I hope you give her everything you got. And she tells you you're special when you're not. And then I hope she breaks your heart in two. Hope she does a you to you, to you, to you, to you." You murmured glaring at him, indicating just what he had gotten himself into.

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"I know I'm being bitter but my letters didn't get through to him. Knocked out both my owls oh look at that I guess it's two for two (sorry I couldn't come up with anything better ☠️)." You stated to Pansy angrily.

"He also might've sort of called you a psycho to all of us." Pansy said nervously.

"Calling me a psycho to our friends and that's not news to me. Wish it was, but honestly that's just so him. He should keep in mind that there's nothing I do better than revenge." You said angrily.

(yes a Taylor swift reference)

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"I heard you've been talking about me behind my back." Draco says. "Care to tell me what you've been saying?"

"It's none of your business." You said death staring him.

"It appears to me that it is very much my business. You're talking about me and for all I know, your pathetic self could be spreading rumours just as pathetic as you." He said surprisingly calmly.

"oh you wanna know? Here. This is what I've been saying." You began.

"Y/n no! You're better than this." Pansy stated. But it was too late. She should've known it was too late.

"I hope you think you've finally found the one. Then she fucks you over just for fun. Cause then maybe you'll realise what you do. Hope she does a you to you." You continued. Draco gave you a look as if daring you to continue.

"So I hope that you find someone that you trust and you give all your darkest secrets up. And then I hope she breaks your heart in two. Hope she does a you to you, to you, to you, to you, to you. Oh I hope she, yeah, I hope, I hope she breaks your heart."

"You don't mean that." He said seemingly unamused.

"Baby, oh you know I hope she does." You said shocked by his audacity.

And you hoped she would.

You hoped she would.

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I hope I didn't misinterpret the meaning of your request xx thank you for the idea! I love it! Request again 💖

#draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco x you #lovers to enemies #jealousy #better than revenge #harry potter #harry potter imagine #draco malfoy angst #draco malfoy imagine #draco fanfiction #draco

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elysiumblue · 9 months

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Pick a card - JUDGEMENT DAY: Review your past and learn to improve your future 🪦

The reading is inspired by the major arcana, "Judgement". It's quite a complex card for me so I want to do a reading inspired by the card to learn more about it. The spread I used is here, and the message I got from it is so informative, so you can give it a try too.

As the title said, this reading will give you a brief review of your past, reflection on the past, and guidance on what you can learn from it to create a better future. I think the text is quite long this time, so I won't provide a song for each pile, as I don't want to overwhelm you (and me lol).

Anyway, as it's a general reading, takes what resonates and leave the rest behind!

👇🏻 Pick an emoji you feel drawn to 👇🏻

And find the corresponding reading for you below!

Pile 1

In the past, you were shrouded by the sense of fear and anxiety. The situation you were in was not necessarily the worst thing on earth. Actually, for some of you, I can see that the situation you were in was somewhat "decent". It's like life was going on a nice direction, and you were always inspired to generate new ideas. However, it seems that it's very difficult for you to be happy even when things were "right".

You always felt that you're not enough, even though you had so much achievements in life. Such responses were caused by others opinions, as they never recognized your achievements, failed to express it to you in an honest way, or maybe you felt that you're hurting people with your progress as you made them jealous of you. You tried your very best to stay cool with those people, even when they said mean words to you. You tried not to have your emotions dictate your judgment, and you also tried very hard to hide them from people. You could be suffering from nightmares every night, but at day time you always tried to put on a show for people.

Those people can only see the surface of you. You can make them believe that you're doing absolutely ok. But can you do the same to yourself, when you have full information of yourself from both your body and mind? You tried to focus on the exterior of yourself to distract yourself from the pain you don't want to face. However, not looking at it doesn't mean that it's not here. You cannot neglect it's existence either as you can feel it in you so strongly no matter how hard you're distracting yourself from it.

The shroud separated your achievements from your heart, so you could never feel joy no matter how much you've achieved. Besides this, the grudge you have for the people also prevents you from expressing your ideas freely. You had, or maybe still have the tendency to hold back your ideas, because you don't think people deserve your brilliant ideas. You hate them and they don't deserve your best. You might be able to come up with the solution to a problem they're having instantly, but instead of telling them your idea immediately, you make them wait, and watch them suffer for a while before telling them your ideas.

Not telling people your ideas the second it generated from your mind is actually a great thing for you. However, the intention for you to do so is completely wrong. You used the time to enjoy people suffer, and feast from their negativity, instead of using the time to improve your ideas. Your ideas are really good even in their rawest form, but they can be so much better if you spend time on polishing them. It's because there's a duality in you that needs to be balanced. It's not a bad thing that there're two opposite minds in your brain. This trait can really help improving your thoughts if you take time to let them having constructive debate with each other.

By doing so, you can also learn how to let the two sides of you coexist in harmony, instead of fighting each other or neglecting the existence of each other. However, you first have to acknowledge the existence of one of the two sides, as it seems that you're trying to reject the existence of one of them. Also, you have to care less about other's opinions on you, because it's impossible to focus on the external and internal at the same time. By pulling back the focus on yourself, and fully accepting the two sides of you, you will be able to have a better knowledge of yourself, and find your own voice.

By being more connected to yourself, you will also experience less pain in relationships with others, as you no longer care that much about their opinions, and no longer have the desire to perform poor actions that can potentially hurt the relationship to make them agree with you.

Pile 2

You had an intense romantic relationship with someone in the past. It can also be a marriage, a family member, or a relationship that was so intense that it felt like family. Even thought it looked promising and felt like the real thing, you decided to cut them off because you're able to see that something was going extremely wrong even with the rose-colored glasses on.

Instead of giving your whole life, pouring all your love into that person, you resisted the temptation of going with the flow, and cut ties with them completely. For some of you, you may still have to face that person as it's still not possible to have them completely removed from your life due to different reasons. However, you basically blocked them from getting anything more than necessary from you. You decided to invest your time and energy into those who are bonded with you by exchanging energies with you fairly, instead of the person that's bonded with you by some fated event that you had to go through.

You having the courage to cut that person out of your life is one of the best things you've done in your life, as you accepted the fact that they could do nothing good to your life, instead of giving into the illusions. However, you are still suffering from the pain of making such decision, even though everyone, including you, acknowledges that this is a great decision. No matter how much time has passed, you still think about the possibilities that could happen. You may fantasize what could happen if you gave them a chance, or what could happen if they magically change into a better person one day.

It is very understandable for you to feel this way, as that person was once a very important part of your life. But you really have to accept the fact that it's impossible for you to invest your energy into the connection, and yourself at the same time, as they're really that useless to your life. Nothing can come out from the connection no matter what you do, as they're designed to be unhelpful to your life. You've dumped the garbage out from your house, so why you're still leaving the door open for a little bit, for the stench to enter your house.

Accept that things are DEAD, and stop looking back. Nothing good can happen if you continue such behaviour. You've chosen yourself instead of sinking with them back then, so it's time to commit to your option wholeheartedly. It may take time to completely erase their impact from your life and their existence in your mind, especially for those who still have to be stuck with the person in some way. However, changes can be made when you decided to switch your mindset, like how you decided to cut that person out from your life at the past. Focus on the goal of completely cutting off the energetic link to them, and keep putting effort into working towards the goal. The progress may be slow but if you keep doing it, eventually you can make it.

If this isn't motivating for you enough, I can see that the universe will give you a lesson if you don't start working on cutting energetic ties with them right now. The universe will do something to make you realize that it's the only thing you can do in this situation. I think you don't want to suffer more pain from this terrible situation. Also, I really think that you don't deserve being lectured by the universe again as I can see you put in so much effort in throwing the trash out of your life. There's only one step left to complete the cycle. Don't make yourself suffer the whole thing again just because you missed a step, even though you've finished 99% of the work.

Pile 3

I can see that your family had brought you a lot of suffering in the past. They set a really poor example of how people and the world works, and it distorted your view heavily. For some of you, your family members may be very full of themselves, thinking that they're superior than others. For some of you, they often demand you to give them something, but never give anything back to you in return.

Despite the distorted vision they've provided you, you are able to realize that there are other options for you outside. The suffering is so great that it pushes you to realize that home is not where you should be, and your family is not the people you should stay with. You might be confused or unsure about your future, but you're smart enough to know that your future is definitely not related to your family, and you are also sure that you don't want to have any relationship with your family anymore.

From your past experiences, you learned that you have the option to put an end to something in your life, as you discover that you have the power to cut ties with families you've been placed in since birth. The universe wants you to stick with this mindset. Believe that you're powerful enough to shape life the way you want. The traditions, the religions, the people in your life, have no power in deciding how your life should be, if you don't let them to have such power.

After understanding that you are powerful enough to decide how your life should be, you need to learn and understand that you are worthy and perfect. You're perfect as the way you are, so please don't do anything out of lack. If people fail to realize your worth, you should cut them off from your life, instead of changing yourself to the shape they like. You may think that it's an easy thing to do, as you've had your view distorted by your family for years. However, it's so much harder to do it when you're awakened. Awakening is like breaking a mirror. You can try everything but you cannot go back to the state when you were asleep, as you can always see the crack in the mirror.

Also, you should open yourself up to love and affection. It may be difficult for you to feel that you're loveable or deserve love, as people had mistreated you for so long in the past. However, you already know that they're wrong, so don't follow the false guidance to the wrong path ever again. Be comfortable with their praises, gifts, and offers to help you. You know that you don't have to be stuck in the excruciating pain forever. It's time to have fun in the present, and create a happier future.

Don't fall back into the patterns of the past. You may look back at it for inspiration, but you have to remember that there's a barrier between you and the past. No matter how close it felt, you have to remember that there's always a distance between you and the past. It's like looking at the view from the window. Your past is a completed story, so don't interact with it ever again.

#pick a card #tarot reading #general tarot reading

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mayullla · 1 year

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Hey there! Can I get Venti with 🍀? And 🐝 reader please :)

If its okay ofc, ypu dont have to :D

Title: Different View

Character(s): Venti (Genshin Impact)

Summary: What was once a normal life soon came crashing down the moment you realized that you were nothing but a future playable character in this game.

Warnings/tags: Yandere themes, Gn!reader, Sagau but opposite where you are the character

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

You wondered when you started to fear the cheerful bard who would sing songs and recite poems for angel's share.

"I can't wait for you to be playable so that me and you can join hands and travel the world! Nothing can stop us." Venti the bard name said in good cheer as he sips his dandelion wine. His gaze never left you, slightly closed from the gleeful smile on his face. "Don't you think the same?"

You don’t. You wish that you would never be playable, you wished that you would never fall into his hands.

You thought that this was your life a bartender in Angel's share. Growing up finding interest in the way of making drinks while also picking up a weapon to train in. You thought that this was it. That you could never ask for any more than this, satisfied with this peaceful life. Yet you were proven wrong the moment when everything became but a screen that you could not reach while the other side could do what ever they want to your world.

You felt pain and anguish when you found out that you were nothing but a character in a game. Something that wasn't even real that your life and feelings were all just something made up for the sake of being behind that large screen, an entertainment for others.

You absolutely hated it. Yet you could not do anything about it, no matter how many days you stayed in your house stuck in your bed that Diluc your boss had to give you a break because of how he saw the dark circles under your eyes and your tired frame…. How broken you were from this news while others weren'tas affected. He tried to give you advice, but what was given and not taken cannot be recieved.

You were glad that you were not one of the first many characters to be playable, that your kit unlike others was still not even created. Something that was basically where they would tie ropes and strings to you so that you would follow each and every single command from this device the other side used.

That fact was the only thing keeping you from going insane. That you had time to appreciate what would soon be gone from your hands.

Unlike others you still had time. You still had your freedom so slowly you pulled yourself up wanting no more than to continue your life acting as if nothing was the matter as you told your boss Diluc that you can come back now to angel's share.

As a bartender you watched your fair share of drunken customers in the bar. Some were noisy if not a bit rowdy you always found comfort in the fact that your boss could not stand violent behavior in his shop and the fact that there were always the Knights of Favonious stationed around to make calling for help easier if someone decided to throw a bottle or two.

Yet this particular drunken bard was different. Someone who you used to ignore in the past you now notice because of the vision that he had on his cape. He was a "playable character" or so that was what the other person said. You never really noticed him till now too busy with your own job creating drinks for the next order but you do remember having appreciated his poems and songs that he made and sang in exchange for a bottle of dandelion wine.

He was one of the early characters to be playable when everyone found out they were nothing but a game. You thought that you would find comfort in each other's presence and that maybe he too would have felt suffocating at the fact they were nothing but puppets.

Really it was a naive thought of yours.

Something you never noticed before you noticed now.

You were wrong to ever assume that there would be people who would think like you. Your boss himself accepted this new view of the world so quickly when you always thought he was more stubborn than to accept it so quickly… so easily.

When you looked at the others with visions they too quickly accepted the fact, acting as nothing has changed. When you watched Diona just continue her search for ingredients to make the worst cocktail possible. How Jean would continue to help Monstade’s people to the point she overwork herself. Or how Kaeya and Rosaria would continue to come to the drinks their day away. Sometimes they would drink to the point they could not walk yet never once was the reason they drank because of this new view in life that they were nothing but playable characters was hard to accept.

You felt alone…

“Ah! Bartender I am back got any dandelion wine for this bard? I will pay you with stories of my quest with the team and tell you of the wonderful sceneries that I happened to come across!”

However it only got worst... you notice a certain gaze of a certain drunk bard who was gleefully smiling at you. Something you never noticed until now, when you were so sensitive to the world around you one odd pin drop will make you look up, one odd sound... tone... gaze... you were so sensitive to everything.

When did he start looking at you? You don't know.

When did you notice his poems mixed in with poems of freedom mix in with songs and poems of another world, another view, another kind of love...

He played his harp with a light smile on his face yet you could see his eyes. Dangerous your mind warned you, his eyes looked as if it was swirling with madness and obsessions hidden but the shine of mischievousness.

“What I think of the user? That this isnt freedom? Hmmm well that depends on the people and their thought. If this is something that they choose on their freewill to follow the user I see no problem with it!”

Nobody noticed how his poems of innocent love turned into poems of obsession. Nobody noticed his eyes cheerful and bright was more heavy, deep and knowing.

“I quiet like the adventures I have with the user tho and while my team is rather fun... I do miss angel share sometimes.”

He didn't stay long, usually busy as a character that was pulled by the human behind the screen he was needed in a team of 4. Those were the moments when you could breathe. But he would always come back, humming a new tune as he told you about his adventures with the team.

He told you about Imazuma's archon how he got to meet her again and how she almost killed him or how the Sumeru desert was so hot he didn't think he would make it out alive.

“Right now I wish I was sitting on the top of a tree with you, waiting for the user to come back so that me and you can go back to adventuring and finding inspiration. With a cider in hand or any of the finest liquor in other nations in hand. Dont you think it is like a dream?”

Always he would bring a present for you, a pearl he found at Watasumi Island, Sumeru rose, or maybe a small Cor Lapis from Liyue. He also made them into poems for you and others to enjoy but he would always look at you with hoping that you found the poems and rhymes as beautiful as he does.

You knew why.

"I wonder when you will become a playable character? It would be fun to see the world with you!" Venti smiled at you, he was waiting. Waiting to drag you into his arms, forced into a team with him, he was waiting for the moment when you and he could not be pulled apart as you traveled the world with him by your hip.

You never wanted anything like that.

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