#but there's literally not a single person he can talk to about this

[fangdokja]

How about a yandere boyfriend on Valentine's Day? Where he wraps a gift to give to his sweetheart himself.

The perfect Valentine’s present: something personal, thoughtful, and won’t scream anymore.

♡ Yan-Apocalypse x Fem. Reader. Boss, Neighbor, Torture Professional, Loner

♡ Word Count. 3,407

♡ Yandere! Boss who has been a pain in your ass since childhood. You hated him back then, and you hate him now, except now he owns your ass as your boss in this wretched hellscape called the apocalypse. A born leader, an absolute slave driver, and the only man who could turn the end of the world into a business opportunity. He should've died with the rest of humanity, but no, he somehow made it out alive—alongside you. Lucky you.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who never let you live in peace even before the world went to shit. The kind of guy who would slip notes under your door just to remind you he existed. The guy who had the audacity to work in a cafe with a sickeningly charming smile despite making your life a waking nightmare. And now, even with society collapsed, he still finds ways to piss you off. He calls it love. You call it suffering. Turns out he was also a serial killer before all this. Should've seen that one coming.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who you used to think was just a weird but tolerable coworker. You considered him an older brother. He considered you his most entertaining toy. Now that the world has no laws, he's free to indulge in whatever twisted desires he kept hidden before. The worst part? He still acts like he's just your friendly workplace senior. Smiles and all.

♡ Yandere! Loner who is the only reason you haven't starved to death yet. Pays the rent. Handles all the outside world bullshit. Does all the talking for you because you'd rather die than interact with people. A true blessing in your hermit lifestyle, except for the small problem that he's hopelessly obsessed with you. A punk goth with a brooding air and a quiet intensity that makes your skin crawl. But if you had to pick a single tolerable person on the planet, it’d probably be him. That’s a low bar.

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You, unfortunate recluse and apocalypse prepper, who told everyone this shit would happen.

They laughed at you. Laughed.

"A zombie apocalypse? Aliens? Nuclear fallout? Society crumbling overnight? Sure thing, basement dweller. Maybe you should go touch some grass."

Well, guess who's laughing now? Not them. Because they're dead.

The world didn't end in the way you expected. No rotting undead. No UFOs in the sky. No nuclear war or artificial intelligence takeover. No, what came was far worse. A virus, slow-acting, like a whisper through the bloodstream. It didn't kill outright. It awakened.

People started changing. Not into monsters, not physically. But mentally? The virus stripped them of the one thing keeping them from turning into beasts: morality. Empathy. Restraint. The very things that made human beings function in a civilized society.

Because love? Love was a sickness.

No, literally. Scientists called it the Eros Virus, but people online had a better name for it: the Yandere Plague. Something about brain chemistry short-circuiting. Something about possessiveness going haywire, loyalty turning to violence, and rational thought being replaced with "If I can’t have you, no one can."

Anyone infected didn’t just crave affection—they needed it, like oxygen, like water, like a reason to live. Love wasn’t an emotion anymore; it was hunger. A sickness that turned even the kindest souls into unrecognizable demons with one singular goal: claim, possess, devour.

They became killers for love.

Murderers in the name of devotion.

And you, the reclusive scientist, the unfeeling shut-in, the paranoid "loser" who had wasted her life avoiding people—

You were, somehow, the most normal person left.

Wasn't that hilarious?

It wasn’t the apocalypse you prepared for, but you adapted fast.

Because you had already prepared for everything.

Society? A joke. Socializing? A waste of time. Going outside? You’d rather gouge out your own eyes. What was the point? Every moment spent dealing with another human being was a moment spent losing brain cells.

So you did what any sane, logical, perfectly rational person would do. You locked yourself in your basement, poured your life into scientific research, and became a competitive hardcore gamer on the side—because who needed real friends when you had anonymous usernames to destroy in ranked matches?

Your bunker was stocked. Your defenses were up. A lifetime of being dismissed as a socially inept loser had finally paid off. You were immune, too, but not because of genetics or luck—you were just dead inside. No feelings? No infection. A win for your emotional stuntedness.

You should’ve been safe.

And then they came.

Great. Another reason to hate Valentine’s Day.

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♡ Yandere! Boss who still forces you to clock in despite the apocalypse. Who calls you at ungodly hours with urgent demands, despite there being no more laws, no more corporations, no more hierarchy—just the last vestiges of his god complex refusing to die.

♡ Yandere! Boss who never celebrated Valentine's Day. Too busy grinding, too busy winning, too busy treating human relationships like expendable stock options.

♡ Yandere! Boss who always thought the holiday was pathetic, a weak man’s excuse to grovel for attention. That was, of course, until the virus. Now, Valentine’s Day is a state-mandated holiday. Forced festivities, sickly sweet declarations, and the absolute worst part—he has to participate.

♡ Yandere! Boss who takes it as seriously as a business merger. If he’s going to be forced into this, then he’s going to win Valentine’s Day.

You’re barely paying attention when he slides a box across the desk. You don’t even look up. “I don’t want it.”

He smiles. “You’ll want this one.”

You don’t. You really don’t. But you open it anyway.

Inside is a ring box.

You stare at it. Then at him. Then at it again.

♡ Yandere! Boss raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t you going to try it on?”

You pick up the ring delicately. Turn it over. Squint at the inscription inside.

“Oh,” you say flatly. “My name’s on this.”

“Of course.”

“No, I mean—it’s made of my name. Like, in bone.”

He folds his hands, smirking. “I figured you wouldn’t accept an engagement ring, so I made it special.”

You roll the ring between your fingers. It’s light. Suspiciously so. “And whose bones exactly did you use?”

“Whose do you want me to have used?”

You drop it immediately.

♡ Yandere! Boss laughs, plucking it up and slipping it onto your finger before you can protest. “Don’t lose it,” he says, voice like velvet. “It cost me quite a bit.”

And when you rip it off and throw it at his face, he catches it effortlessly.

“Now, now,” he chides. “If you keep rejecting me like this, I’ll have to find more ways to show you how much I care.”

Great. Fantastic. You were going to need more coffee.

♡ Yandere! Boss who believes this is the height of romance, who looks at you like he's waiting for praise, like he expects you to clasp the ring around your delicate finger and thank him for such a thoughtful gift.

"You will wear it," he informs you, adjusting his cuffs. "Consider it an accessory to your uniform."

"My... uniform?" you echo, bluntly.

"Your contract states that all employees must adhere to a strict dress code. That hasn't changed."

You stare deadpan at him. "What contract?"

"The one that legally binds you to me."

"...You mean the one that burned with the rest of the city?"

"The one I memorized, re-wrote by hand, and had laminated."

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♡ Yandere! Neighbor who’s the kind of menace that thrives in a post-apocalyptic hellscape because it justifies all his worst behaviors. You were already suffering pre-virus—imagine living next door to a man who rings your doorbell at 3 AM because he 'forgot his keys' and needs to 'crash at your place' when you both know damn well he lives alone.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who worked at a café with peak customer service skills, all sunshine and charm, as if he wasn’t the same bastard who stole your mail and laughed when you had to fight a rabid raccoon over your own packages. Turns out, he was also a serial killer. Ah, that explains why he was so good at making latte art. Steady hands.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who still acts like life is just a quirky slice-of-life anime, despite the blood-soaked streets outside.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who doesn’t just run the only functional café left—he practically owns it, like some twisted romance game NPC who refuses to acknowledge reality.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who actually loves Valentine’s Day. Always has. Loves the chocolates, the flowers, the corny messages—but most of all, he loves the hunt.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who goes all out with the decorations. Pink hearts, tacky cupids, streamers. He makes his cafe look like a Pinterest nightmare. And you, his most reluctant customer, get the special treatment.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor knocks on your door on Valentine’s Day. You consider not answering, but then he kicks the door in.

“Delivery!” he sings, shoving a massive, suspiciously leaking gift box into your arms.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who doesn’t understand why you look at him like that. You always give him that look—like you’re two seconds away from dropkicking him into the abyss.

You look down. Then up. “I’m not touching this.”

“But I wrapped it myself,” he whines.

“That’s what makes it worse.”

He pouts. “At least open it before you reject me so coldly.”

You sigh. The world is already a nightmare, and you might as well see what fresh horror awaits.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who grins as he gestures to the heart-shaped box, red and gaudy, the kind of thing you’d find at a dollar store—except when you open it, the “chocolates” are… not chocolates. They’re actual, physical human teeth. A variety of them. Some still have bits of gum attached.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who bursts out laughing when you glare down at the "chocolates", like you’re the weird one. “What? I collected them myself! It’s personal! Romantic!”

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who leans in, voice dropping to a whisper. “You wanna know which ones are mine?”

You slam the box shut and push it back toward him. “I hope you choke.”

He laughs, leaning in closer. “On your love?”

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who laughs when you glare, toss the box onto the bunker floor, and stomp over it like roadkill.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who opts to present you with one more gift, a heart-shaped cake, homemade with love. You eye it suspiciously. He grins.

"Try it, sweetheart. You’re my taste tester, after all."

You stare at him. Then at the cake. Then back at him.

"Who did you kill for this?"

He just laughs.

You stare at him, unimpressed. He stares back, beaming.

“Eat up! It’s fresh.”

You’re so fucking tired.

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♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who you consider an older brother, but he considers you his future wife. Who was weirdly doting, oddly protective, and just a little too interested in your well-being.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who you think is just a little too eccentric, but harmless. Who used to send you the occasional unsettling text—things like “Ever wonder how long someone can scream before they pass out?”—but you always wrote it off as him being quirky.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who, in hindsight, should have been more of a red flag than he was. Who got way too much enjoyment out of cutting people open. Who told you, once upon a time, that he "studied anatomy for fun" and you just thought he was a medical student.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who worked in interrogation before the world went to hell. Who still carries scalpels in his coat because old habits die hard.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who doesn’t really get the “boyfriend” part of “yandere boyfriend” and just assumes it means he gets to be creative.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who’s technically been your co-worker for years, but only in the loosest sense—he’s not really part of the science department, just the clean-up crew.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who actually considers you his greatest weakness. His one fatal flaw. His "little sister"—if, of course, little sisters were meant to be dissected with love and put back together with slightly modified parts.

His Valentine’s gift arrives in a steel box.

With a lock.

"If this is actually chocolate," you say, voice flat, "I'll be shocked."

"Oh, sweetheart," he hums, tilting his head, "you should know me better by now."

You don’t even want to open it, but he’s sitting there, waiting.

You crack it open.

It’s a spine. A full human spine, polished and arranged in the shape of a bow, like a demented art piece.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who watches you closely as you stare at the ‘gift’ with the deadest expression known to man. He wants to see if you’ll faint. You don’t. You never do. And he loves that about you.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who chuckles, resting his chin on his hand. "A shame," he muses. "I wanted to carve your name into it, but I thought I'd let you do the honors."

"Do you like it?" he asks, voice laced with amusement.

"No," you say flatly, dropping the gift onto the table like it personally offended you.

“C’mon, doll,” he says, voice all honey-sweet persuasion. “I put a lot of effort into it. Had to find the perfect one. Strong. Flexible. A real good match for you.”

You slam the box shut.

He tilts his head, considering. “Oh, wait. I forgot the bow.”

He pulls out a severed head from his duffel bag.

You try to leave the room.

He doesn't let you.

He decides to go for Attempt #2.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional grabs and drags you inside another room, forcing you to sit on a chair, and claps his hands together like a magician unveiling his latest trick.

"Tada!"

You stare at the body strapped to the chair in front of you, gagged, trembling, eyes darting between you and him in terror.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who leans down and whispers, "You’ve been so stressed lately. So, I figured, why not give you something relaxing? Torture is incredibly cathartic, you know."

He presses a scalpel into your hand like an eager child handing over a crayon.

You look at the bound man, then at him, then at the scalpel.

You glance back at him. He grins back. “Isn’t it thoughtful? You can practice your anatomy studies on him! I even left his nerves intact, just for you.”

"I’m not participating in your therapy," you deadpan.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who pouts. "But it’s for you!"

"Return it."

He blinks. "Return him?"

"Yeah."

"That’s not really an option."

You blink at him. Slowly. "I'm reconsidering my stance on homicide."

"You always say that."

"And one day, I might actually follow through."

He beams. "That’s the spirit!"

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♡ Yandere! Loner who is your roommate and unofficial apocalypse landlord.

♡ Yandere! Loner who barely speaks, barely interacts, and communicates mostly through nods, shrugs, and the occasional annoyed grunt.

♡ Yandere! Loner who doesn’t talk much but somehow always gets his point across. He used to be a punk goth who smoked on the fire escape and ignored the world, but now he’s the guy who handles all communication while you rot in the bunker like a gremlin.

♡ Yandere! Loner who never cared about the world even before the apocalypse. Who was content to stay inside, hacking security systems and wiping digital footprints while you made ramen for two and tried not to acknowledge how much you depended on him.

♡ Yandere! Loner who, after dealing with your other admirers, is honestly the most tolerable one. This should concern you.

♡ Yandere! Loner who does not care about the virus, does not care about the world ending, does not even care about you.

(Except for when you leave the bunker without telling him. Or talk to the neighbor too much. Or look at anyone but him. Then it’s a problem.)

♡ Yandere! Loner who acts like he doesn’t give a shit about you, but your supplies never run low, your weapons always have ammo, and if anyone ever gets too close? Well. They stop existing.

♡ Yandere! Loner who doesn’t do Valentine’s Day. Valentine's Day is a scam, a joke, a consumerist hellhole of forced sentimentality. He doesn’t do holidays. He doesn’t even acknowledge his own birthday.

♡ Yandere! Loner who, despite being the least expressive of them all, still participates in Valentine’s Day. Not because he cares about the holiday, but because everyone else is doing it and he refuses to be outdone.

♡ Yandere! Loner who somehow managed to get his hands on a plushie. In this hellscape. This absolute nightmare of a world.

♡ Yandere! Loner who shoves it at you, grumbling, "Took forever to find one that wasn’t covered in blood."

♡ Yandere! Loner who shifts uncomfortably as you hold the cute kitten plushie. It’s actually… normal? Soft?

Too good to be true.

You squeeze it. It beeps.

You glance at him. He avoids eye contact.

You unzip the plushie, revealing—

A grenade.

And human skin holding it together.

♡ Yandere! Loner who clears his throat. "…Ignore that."

You stare deadpan.

"What part of 'gift' involves explosives?"

You're not even going to question the stitched human skin. You didn't even want to know why the plushie still felt oddly soft and warm in your hands.

♡ Yandere! Loner who crosses his arms. "It’s multifunctional."

♡ Yandere! Loner who doesn't even react when you chuck the plushie across the room, watching it land face-first on the floor with a sickening thud.

♡ Yandere! Loner who, after a long silence, mutters, "Rude."

He decides to try his next attempt at impressing you.

♡ Yandere! Loner who throws a bag at you. No wrapping, no note, just a body bag.

You blink. Look at him. Look at the bag. Look at him again.

"…What the fuck."

"You said you had a problem with that guy, right?" He shrugs, crossing his arms nonchalantly. "Problem solved."

♡ Yandere! Loner who doesn’t even care if you appreciate the gesture. He’s not looking for a thank-you. Just confirmation that you understand.

You do. Unfortunately.

You put your head in your hands.

You need a new roommate.

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Valentine's Day, in the apocalypse, is an absolute nightmare.

Normal people—if any still exist—would probably spend the day reminiscing about the past. Thinking about flowers, chocolates, candlelit dinners.

You, on the other hand, get body parts delivered to your doorstep like some kind of fucked-up Amazon Prime service.

Your stalkers—because, let’s be real, that’s what they are—seem to think this is perfectly normal. That nothing says "romance" like dismemberment, exsanguination, and ethically questionable corpse handling.

You, however, are beyond exhausted.

Maybe next year you’ll just dig a hole and die in it.

♡ A/N. I already have a Valentine's Day part scheduled. ... and my requests are closed. But fine, since it's a "holiday". A short drabble at least....

Yandere! Valentines Special

Novella : Red Roses, Black Hearts

This Valentine’s, your heart might be the last thing you give away.

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kisses shared with ateez 𝜗𝜚

→ summary: ateez as type of kisses. they are down bad for you

→ warning: mainly fluff, nothing else

→ a/n: happy valentine's day to everyone ♡ make sure to treat yourself to something delicious and stay hydrated! ♡ ps: probably jongo's my fav from all of these 🤭

here's the masterlist to the event ^^

enjoy!♡

──── ⋆˚࿔ hongjoong || hurried kiss

hongjoong, the busy man he is, often forgets about giving you a kiss before leaving for work. and that often leads to hurried kisses, wanting to give you every single ounce of his love into one messy, i have to leave kiss before finally letting you go. he often can't control his feelings when it comes to you, especially when you are kissing him, your hands in his hair or around his neck, pulling him even closer, meaning that he's deeping the kiss too. starting with a soft kiss, that's what he thougth. it feels so good having your lips on his, so good that he can't let go even though he needs to go to work. and you know that too, but oh well, you're more important, right? because the minute hongjoong pulls away and whispers kiss me more in a hoarse voice tells you that you are more important than anything.

──── ⋆˚࿔ seonghwa || comforting kisses

seonghwa is simply someone who is a comforting person in general. his prescence often makes you calm whenever something stressful is happening in your life. the tone he's talking to you never heard being mean or sour,rather calm and warm. that also goes for his kisses. he often senses you being tired from a long day, only wanting to lay down on your shared bed or couch to sleep a little in seonghwa's arms, which he gladly accepts. whenever that happens, he can't help but press kisses all over your face, your temple, the top of your head or your closed eyelids which only makes you even sleepier. the feeling of his kisses spreads warmth all over your body, snuggling closer into his arms as he keeps his lips pressed on the top of your head. he feels so lucky to have you.

──── ⋆˚࿔ yunho || tingly kiss

the type of kiss that makes you want more and it leaves you feeling all tingly from yunho is just deadly. he always pulls away just before you could kiss him right back intensively, your hands still in his hair as his are steady on your waist. he smiles down at you, and then simply leaves. that's how easy it is for him, the control he has over himself making his ego even bigger when he knows how annoyed you feel at times like these. you can't help but touch your lips like in the movies, feeling your muscle still tingling in the best of the best of terms, literally still feeling his soft lips on yours. how lovingly he can press a kiss on your skin and lips, his body molding into yours to punctuate his unspoken words. in this way, not only his kiss, but his whole prescence makes you tingle with love.

──── ⋆˚࿔ yeosang || surprise kisses

yeosang isn't usually the one initiating the kiss first. he does, from time to time, but it always surprises you when he randomly kisses your temple, or your cheeks, god bless you your lips out of nowhere. even after all these years being together, still feels like it's a surprise feeling him walking up next to you or hopping down on the couch just to give you a kiss. it makes him often realize how rarely he makes the first move. it often makes him angry too, and often all those kisses are originally from him being beaten up on silly things like this. you told him once - don't be silly, i don't mind making the first move! making sure to reassure him that it really doesn't bother you. but still, it makes him want to initiate more things in your relationship, giving you everything you deserve because he loves seeing you being flustered by his sudden actions.

──── ⋆˚࿔ san || the i love yous

whispering i love you between kisses is san's specialty. doesn't matter where you are, or the circumstances. you can either be mad at him for some reason, or be in stupidly in love with him. he doesn't care, because san always wants to let you know how much he loves you. there isn't a time where he doesn't say it, or shows it to you. during cuddling or walking on the street - stopping in midsentence just to kiss you on the lips. deep, and long, feeling his emotions bored into that one single kiss. he whispers i love you when he feels like going in for a second kiss, or saying i love you so fucking much when you are both lost in a heated shared kiss which leads into multiple one.

──── ⋆˚࿔ mingi || kisses from behind

given mingi's height is easy for him to only drop his head lower and press kisses either on your shoulders, or the side of your neck. he grabs the opportunity when he sees you standing with your back to him,either doing something in the kitchen or looking at something at a supermarket. he loves walking up behind you and snaking an arm, maybe both, around your waist to pull himself closer and kiss your skin. it often makes you shiver just from his touch, feeling him behind you and hugging you from behind as he can't seem to stop pecking your exposed skin. sometimes he even murmurs I love your perfume or i missed you so much after a long day of not seeing you.

──── ⋆˚࿔ wooyoung || flustered kiss

wooyoung often sneaks kisses here and there, pressing a quick kiss before leaving on your forehead or cheeks. it doesn't matter, the only thing that matters is that he always gives you a kiss before leaving. but when he's home with you and the air is a little hotter than it should be? woo can't help himself to disattach himself off of you, your perfume pulling him in every time for more kisses and cuddles. and because of this, it often leads him kissing his way up from your wrist all the way up to your collarbones and lastly your lips. he focuses on your lips so much that by the time you two pull away you have to fight for air. he feels proud when he sees your face all flustered and red, ears burning off under his stare as he murmurs cute under his breath.

──── ⋆˚࿔ jongho || palm kisses

he's the romantic type. even if he doesn't necesseraly shows it, he is. he thinks kissing your warm palm of your hand says more i love yous than any other kisses. pressing a long, meaningful kiss in the center of your palm, all the way to your fingertips and to your knuckles feels like he's trying to erupt all the butterflies in your stomach. and he does, because you are left with the deepest shade of red on your face and chest, seeing him smirking under his breath by how cute you are. it's not unusual that he does this, he's a gentleman at heart, but you can't ever get use to him being this flirty and affectionate when it's just the two of you. kudos if he does this little moves of his infront of his friends or family with a wink in your way, you know that you'll marry this man no matter what.

a/n: if you've gotten to this point of my event, thank you so much for reading! i hope everyone had a good time, i tried to go with a more suave feeling for valentine's. ik i had a lot of fun, thank you so much for the notes and reblogs!

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important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

[nightscythe]

light sides of the primarchs' relationships

happy valentine’s day!! this one is a bit happier than the 'dark sides' one for obvious reasons. as always just my opinion. if there is anything else you would like to see, let me know! enjoy!!

18+, it's not necessarily nsfw but suggestive themes. based on pre-heresy interpretations.

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the lion: the ultimate protector. you'd never feel unsafe in his presence. not just from legitimate threats, but.. waking up in the morning to find his arms around you, eyes watching you, lips ghosting your hair as though he would never be able to let you go. you're minding your own business reading a book or listening to others talk, and even though he's on the other side of the room he's still watching, calculating, making sure every single person near you is treating you well. if anyone did try anything? nice knowing them. you become his priority. his endless war. nothing will ever harm you again, except maybe him, on his endless war with making you feel every ounce of pleasure the universe can offer. ;)

fulgrim: is also your best friend, but not in the typical guy way. he's literally invested in every single one of your stories, he knows everyone's little secret, he comes back to you with tales he's learnt and weekly scandalous gossip. he knows everything about you. it's not even deliberate either, he's just so in sync with you that he could take a wild guess and still get it right. nights together can feature many things, all of which are thoroughly enjoyed due to his ability to perfect every single thing he does, but knowing there will never be a time you cannot talk to him about something? knowing he'd give you the best advice, more accurate responses, it's very comforting.

perty: you know everything with him is genuine. he would never lie to you, and that may be hard to swallow at first, but really? its a godsend. he'd not try to make you feel better by telling you a slight truth, he'd rather help you to move past it, work on the issue, etc. and that's why, a long way down the line when he does give you infrequent but honest words about his love for you, it means more than anything. there is not someone in the galaxy that you could trust more than this man, not with your life, your secrets, or your heart. and really, it would only ever get stronger over time.

the khan: enjoyably unpredictable. a man who values freedom always would be. he uses his instincts in everything and therefore it may not always be easy to know what he's going to do next. would encourage you to do things you may never have thought about, shows you new parts of the galaxy and introduces you to topics and concepts you knew nothing about before him. for that reason, he's an absolute storm when you are alone. completely unpredictable and completely dedicated to pleasing you. he's also just enjoyable to be around. he may be a touch arrogant and quick tempered, but he's witty, sarcastic, and excellent with his successful attempts to rile you up with teases.

leman: his love is very pure and built on a huge amount of respect. small gifts, tokens of appreciation, oh its all coming out with him. 'made me think of you' type thing and it's the most beautifully designed canvas that you know he wouldn't have just stumbled across. of course this is very different to how everyone else sees him, and no one would believe you. uses that to his advantage. loses all sense of practicality though when it comes to you and would probably show you 110% of his emotions even when he didn't intend to. his heart is in it, no half measures, you're his entire world now and as long as you will let him, he will love you for the rest of his life.

dorn: he is cold, but there is that burning fire that rages beneath. and when the cracks are fully formed? its impossible to ignore. he will not say I love you, but show you he loves you. there are never ups and downs, no maybes - its always a definite. if you need something? he gets it. you are worried about something? there is no need to worry for it any longer. he plans, he knows what to do to help you, he would never give reason to doubt that 1. he could protect you, and 2. his unwavering loyalty to you. does everything in his power to please you, particularly in the physical manner. when he's around, everything feels intense, and its oh so hard to ignore.

curze: he's trying. he is. you can see it each day. sometimes its not obvious, but he really does watch other people and try to imitate what they do to show you the love you deserve. because in his mind? you deserve it all. would he ever tell you that. no. he'd find it stupid. he'd rather keep it all to himself. but sometimes he bottles too much inside and it all comes out, all at once, every feeling he has. in that moment he just needs someone to hold him, reassure him, and be there to feel the love that follows. of course it isn't conventional, but even if he just taught you tarot, explained his twisted thoughts, tried to show you your fate - he's sharing a part of him that he'd not let another see.

sanguinius: effortlessly devoted, but not in the obsessive, overbearing way. you can see it in his eyes. he doesn't need to worship the ground you walk on or call in a choir to sing about you, you can just feel it. the small gestures. something so meaningful but so tiny that it almost snaps reality. helping you to braid your hair. trying his best to help you with something that he could have just ignored. listening to you with intent - not because he loves you so much he doesn't want to look away, but because he wants to hear you. listen to you. understand everything he can about you. it's so natural to him and warms you every time. something something doesn't care what time of the month it is either.

ferrus: always pushes you to be the best version of yourself. of course I have covered the bad side of this, but provided it's tamed, he understands there are limits, it can be rewarding. he will always reassure you that he doesn't need you to be perfect to love you, and would always encourage you to make decisions which benefited you - not anyone else. you'd also get to see his emotions, a rarity, knowing he only trusts so many to see him like that. a national accompaniment to this is that he pays a lot of attention to you. knows you extremely well. so if you ever argue, or don't talk for whatever reason.. be sure to engage the full ferrus apology - bedroom and all. crafts you really nice things too (of course)

angron: love is the only quiet he gets from pain. when you see him at ease, even for only a few moments, you can rest assured knowing that you were helping him. when he holds your hand, when he stands before you and defends you with his whole being, when he lets you fall into his arms and hesitantly wraps them around you. you know then that it's true. because he wouldn't do that for anyone else, and he couldn't physically do that if he did not have a moment of reprieve. and he knew as well that you gave him a chance, saw him for more than what everyone else did. that means more to him that anything.

rob: truly appreciates you. like, will show you, will make sure you know, will do anything in his power to make sure you're aware that the only reason he has an ounce of sanity left is because of you. you're the only person he will pause everything for, he will turn everything off to listen to you and your thoughts, he will actively seek your opinion on things he knows you would be happy to give it on, etctec. he just treats you like an equal. and considering who he is, that may be hard. but he does value you. yes he is pulled in every direction by all his duties but he knows where the limit is, and if either of you are reaching it, he will do what he can to make sure you feel happy and secure.

morty: it's those quiet moments that really stand out. when he lets his guard down for just a second, when he finally trusts you and knows that he would give his life for you until the very end. it wouldn't be easy for him to admit, and he probably never would admit it, but that one moment where he finally relaxes his shoulders and just lets you carry his burdens with him? it really does show a lot. and he would give everything for you. not even an ounce would be spared. it's easy to see it when he says it, that he loves you, even if he doesn't know the true meaning of the word. may not be conventional love, but to him, its everything.

magnus: there is not another who could love as much as he could. it's that simple. he's so utterly in love with you that he'd move heaven and earth just to see you smile. for a man with so many things going on, so many things to remember and do, he still keeps you at the very top of everything. finds little things for you that he'd think you like. recounts stories to see your smile. lays beside you and holds your hand whilst you tell him what's on your mind. it's routine for him, he does it without even thinking. nothing, and that is a hard nothing, will ever make him as happy as you do, and even when you're not around everyone hears your name, little snippets of his love for you, how much you mean to him, etc. he's so enamoured, so trusting, so in awe, that everything you do means something to him.

horus: incredibly intuitive and knows what you need before you do. has the tea and some fruit in his hands before you'd even mentioned you were thinking of having some. had someone prepare you a bath before you even said you were stressed. brought you some flowers when you were feeling down. cancels all his plans because you need someone with you. he does it to show he cares, knowing that sometimes he can be distant or busy, and it can be incredibly effective. also holds you incredibly tight. like your hand, when he embraces you, etcetc, it's like you're his security blanket in a way, which seems stupid because why does he need one, but actually he finds a lot of comfort in your presence.

lorgar: perfect if you want to be worshipped. that's how he'd treat you. and yes this has a dark side. but limited, not indulged or used for bad purposes, a good balance can be met. he's soft. his world would crumble without you. his exterior and how others view him is so different to what he's like with you that it seems wrong. but you are his everything. he would tell you it every day. he'd make sure you never forgot it. it may not be evidential to everyone, he's not proclaiming his love and devotion to anyone he sees, but to you its obvious. a silent prayer for your protection each day. for your good health. for anything he can do for you. and you'd know he'd burn worlds for you - just use that for the right purposes.

vulkan: a kind soul meant for love. he's not obsessed and devoted. he's not silent and brooding. he's what you think of when you have soulmate in mind. it seems to just come natural to him. he's your best friend, your lover, your everything - and he takes pride in that. he'd not need to burn worlds for you, he'd not watch you from the other side of the room without a world, he'd be beside you with his hand gently rested on you. it's just... normal? is that bad to say? but like the version of normal you always wanted, the normal in romance novels which warped our perceptions of relationships. you know. cute.

corax: incredibly loyal. quietly loving you from a distance until he's with you, then he's far more passionate and open. he's not one to have elaborate gestures done in your name, he probably wouldn't even do more than speak in a normal tone whenever others are around. but you know he's there. a brush of your hand with his when you look uncomfortable or worried. a glance in your direction every so often if you are separated. he'd always find his way back to you though, and you always know he's there at your side. and yes, very passionate when it's just you two, so much so you'd have first doubted it was the same person. he just saves it all for you. especially few things he's picked up along the way he thinks you may enjoy.

alpharius: you could never doubt his love. he'd never let you. it's so obvious that it's what makes telling him apart so simple. he just can't deny it when he's around you, he can't resist it at all. love is in everything he does. his touches as he walks past. his names for you. his insistence on always having you in his arms. it can be endearing. it is nice knowing that you are so loved, never a doubt in your mind that he does care. and if you do doubt him? he will change that. you won't ever doubt him again. you don't ever need to worry about his love for you, it won't change. he'll never stop loving you.

˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎˊ˗

[dolche-tejada]

"I don't care about the rest of your lack of comprehension in the medium but don't disrespect DEKU!"

What lack of comprehension ( I spent my time debunking the pile of crap you're writing in my mentions, you haven't wrote a single relevant argument so far.

As for Deku, I don't see why I should respect this fictional character. He's plain as hell, people constantly glaze him for his amazing traits when his showings struggle to keep up, he has no interesting flaws to nuance him as a character and is just a mouthpiece for the shitty themes of this manga, his character arc mostly consists in him learning to use his powers (how fascinating really...) and he utterly failed his main goal at the end out of sheer incompetence.

"wtf!! be mad cus your favourite villain died!!! but don't you dare accuse Deku of being lazy!"

Why ? Because you don't have any solid counter-argument to refute the fact that he stayed on his ass for 8 years without training to keep being a hero ? And that he needed Bakugo to offer him an easy solution on a plate to do something ?

Or is it because you're salty that Deku is indeed so incompetent at being a hero that he didn't even bother thinking about a plan to save Tomura when it was his main goal, and this despite having weeks ahead to think about it ?

Either way, cope harder pal.

"Lazy my foot bro. Bye bro. You spitting nothing actually."

First time someone trash one of your favs ? Don't worry it will be okay, just take a seat and some deep breaths.

"All the long paragraphs just took proof you lack of respect to the author"

Indeed I don't respect Horikoshi as a writer... And so ?

"and the rest of it just to prove you're just a person who spewing nothing."

He said after failing to prove me wrong even once.

"After losing One For All in the My Hero Academia storyline, Deku faces significant challenges."

Source : Trust me bro

"His journey without his quirk is explored in the series, particularly highlighting his determination and ingenuity in adapting to his new circumstances."

What "new circumstances" are you even babbling about, he literally came back to what he was at the start of the story and even said it isn't anything new for him to be quirkless again.

"They demonstrate that strategy, training, and personal growth are crucial. However, Deku's case is unique because his identity and journey have been so closely tied to One For All"

And in practice, how does being a former OFA user could stop Deku to work out to become a fighter like Shinso, Knuckleduster or Nighteye ? Go ahead, I'm curious.

"which fundamentally shifts his path when he loses it."

Lmao seriously ? That's the best you came up with to hide the fact that Deku never even tried to work out to still be a hero ?

Cause without the bs, you're basically saying : B-B-But it must have been really hard for him to lose a power he only had for not even 1/6 of his life, that's why he couldn't learn martial arts for some reason :'(

What a solid argument, I can't argue with that indeed.

"None of them loses quirk and they're birth with the quirk."

And so ? Besides you know that Knuckleduster also used to have a quirk before AFO stole it from him ? Well guess what : It didn't stop him from learning how to fight and being a quirkless vigilante so nope, you're just looking for excuses.

"Deku also train as crazy as them."

To learn how to use his quirks, not to compensate being a regular human like Stein or Nighteye does.

"Wtf bro, use your brain."

Funny you talk about brain, I was precisely about to ask you if you're having a stroke right now ? Because I can't decently believe anyone could write so much shit in a row without suffering from brain damage.

"Deku's struggle post-losing his quirk can be interpreted more as a narrative choice by the author"

Even if it was the case, that doesn't make Deku any less of a lazy ass bum. He lost OFA during the ellipse and immediately gave up on being a hero, until Bakugo came up with a solution Deku wouldn't have waited for if he was nearly as resilient and well-written as you think he is.

"Kohei Horikoshi, to explore themes of identity, resilience, and the essence of what makes a hero"

No argument here either, just random bs to hide the fact that you don't know how to refute my point.

"It's true that Deku relies on technology, but this can also be viewed as a form of adaptation and teamwork, core values in the manga. Didn't Tony Stark relied on his tech as well? What makes a hero? A quirk. No. A sense to help another person, to protect."

Lmao don't even try. Tony doesn't just sit on his ass and stop being a hero when he doesn't have his armor around him, whether in the comics or the movies (Iron-Man 3 is literally about that). It's even one of his most famous quotes in the MCU : "If you're nothing without this suit, then you shouldn't have it"

Well Deku at the end is nothing without his suit/OFA. It's not an opinion, it's not arguable. It's factual. He doesn't just rely on technology, he's entirely dependent of it. Without his suit, he just stand there without doing anything for years while looking passively at his friends living his dream.

"The eight-year time skip where Deku waits for technology to compensate for his lack of a quirk might be critiqued as a plot device to advance other stories or to give Deku a new form of heroism."

Except he does exactly the same thing as before but with an high-tech suit. If Deku really intended to seek for a new form of heroism, he would have declined the suit so no, "he seeks a new form of heroism" my ass.

"It's not necessarily about laziness but about finding a new way to be a hero when the conventional methods are no longer available to him."

Which is outright false as evidenced in my precedent point, just above.

"This development allows for exploration of his character beyond his physical abilities."

Is this development with us in the room ?

"Deku's growth in different aspects, like leadership"

He never showed at any point leadership skills, only teamwork at best but m'kay.

"strategy, and inspiration, rather than just physical prowess."

Inspiration isn't a hero skill. As for strategy, he didn't have any growth in this aspect either since again, he totally gave up being a hero for 8 years straight.

"In summary, while your addled and rude aspect of critique might view Deku's reliance on external help as a sign of laziness, it can also be seen as part of his character development arc"

On one side actual facts, on the other side your headcanons. Damn, I wonder which one carries more weight ?

"showcasing his adaptability, the importance of teamwork, and the broader message that heroism transcends physical power."

Watch out, you still have some bit left at the corner of your mouth.

"The series uses this plot to explore different facets of heroism, which is a central theme in mha."

The story didn't explore crap. Again at the moment Deku lost his quirk, he just stop doing shit for almost a decade despite having options to still be a hero. All the meatriding and headcanons in the world won't change the fact that Deku is fucking lazy and didn't grow up since Chapter 1 where here again, he never even tried to work out to compensate being quirkless and improve his chances to be admitted at UA.

"I'm done with MHA fans that only read and crop panel for their benefits and play the narrative to fit their imagination."

"Don't you never actually comprehend the material in your hands?"

Try at least to score one relevant argument before saying remarks like that, it's hard to take you seriously otherwise.

Well that was shit. Now sorry but if your next reply is as idiotic and dishonest as the previous ones, I will likely just block you. Given how low you set the bar, I won't waste more time and energy refuting your delusions.

You know, I think this ending would have been slightly less of a fucking disappointment if the heroes hadn't been so unfairly favored by Horikoshi compared to the villains. I mean, seriously

Deku destroys every bone in his body multiple times throughout the story and is warned that if he continues, he'll permanently lose the use of his limbs ? Everything's fine, his body's just got used to being reduced to a bloody pulp somehow so there's no consequences for him. In fact even when he literally loses his arms to Shigaraki, he gets them back two minutes later thanks to Eri because guess what ? Her horn still works even when cut off from her body. How convenient.

Gran Torino gets his ribcage obliterated by Shigaraki ? Don't worry guys, he'll survive that despite his old age and injuries, and this to have no particular role in the plot afterwards.

Bakugo dies heroically trying to buy time before Deku arrives ? Lmao, did you really believe it ?? No of course not, Edgeshot just uses his last-minute Deus Ex Machina to save his life at the cost of his own and- Oops nope he's fine too, my bad !

Hawks murders a criminal fleeing for his life in cold-blood ? The best Hori has to offer is him completely free and in charge of the HSPC.

And no, losing his quirk isn't a real consequence for him because not only it literally played a major part in saving the world with Vestige!Hawks raising an insurrection among AFO's quirks, but also because his quirk has always been the element through which people exploited him.

Endeavor abused his family for years and completely destroyed his eldest son ? No jail time and no media backlash for that, the only blame he received was due to the heroes' failure to stop the League during the Raid Arc.

And don't even get me started on this bs about facing hell or whatever for what he's done : He's literally free and wealthy ; he has Rei, Fuyumi, Shoto, his sidekicks and Hawks on his side ; and all the difficulties he's apparently going to suffer are off-screened.

Deku had to sacrifice OFA and his future hero career to save the world ? Guess what, Bakugo invested all his time and money to make him an Iron-Man suit and now he can still be a hero with everyone else.

There are plenty more examples of this but I think you get the idea. Now let's take a look at the villains' ending :

Toya is now a piece of charcoal kept artificially alive for the few years he has left, unable to move a finger, and whose few minutes a day during which he can stay awake will be spent talking to his father who abused him as a child.

Toga, a literal teenager, killed herself to save Ochako and because she knew it's still better than rotting at Tartarus her whole life.

And not only did she die but she did by bleding to death. Let me repeat for those who have trouble grasping what I've just said : In a manga where the heroes can survive having their heart blown to bits, being impaled Kakyoin-style or smashed against buildings like a fly on a windshield, one of the main antagonists died of a fucking hemorrhage…

As for Shigaraki, after learning that his very birth and all the tragedies of his life have been orchestrated by AFO, after all this development and narrative promises about him being saved in the end... Deku just kills him.

Because despite all his speeches about saving him, it seems like the best our MC could do was beating him both physically and mentally until he crumbles to dust…

Compress on his side is apparently locked up for life and kept alive by machines too.

A begging Kurogiri tried in a desperate attempt to save Shigaraki, only to be unceremoniously blown up by Bakugo and dying off-screen without anyone giving a shit, including Aizawa and Mic.

And Spinner will now spend the rest of his life struggling with the extra quirks inside him that affect his body and mind, while having to cope with the thought that his boyfriend best friend and companions have either died alone or are locked away for life in horrifying circumstances.

Clearly not the same as with the heroes...

Now don't get me wrong, even if they suffered just as much from the consequences of their actions or the plot as the League, this ending would still be a disaster in terms of writing but AT LEAST it wouldn't reek that much of hypocrisy.

[throatgoat4u]

hello, hello, hello, hello to all my lovely people out there. i wanna start of by saying happy valentines to every single one of you. whether you're single, in a relationship, or have just broken up, i hope you all enjoy this amazing day of love and share it with their loved ones.

today's not just about a romantic partner, but to people who you just love. tell your family how much you love and appreciate them for all they've done for you and if that's not an option, share your gratitude with your friends or people who have constantly been there for you and have made you feel loved.

do something kind for someone. give them a hug, write them a letter, compliment them, whatever. you don't have to make some big gesture or go all out, just let someone know you appreciate them.

but most importantly, make sure you love yourself. self love is just as, if not more, important than anything else. how are you supposed to put in your time and effort in loving someone else if you can't do that for yourself? so whether you want to go out and spoil yourself or stay in and take a nice bath and watch movies, make sure you're putting your love for yourself first.

but, loving yourself isn't just about spa days and self care (but like that shit's like amazing so like i definitely recommend a nice everything shower if you're not doing anything today.....) it's also about speaking to yourself kindly, forgiving yourself for past mistakes, and acknowledging that you deserve just as much love as everyone else on this amazing day!

now, that being said, i'm gonna spread all my love to some of the most amazing people on this app! (this is where my formality ends, trust 🤞)

@onevison. i literally love you so much omg. you are one of the nicest people ever and you're actually so creative with your aus. i love talking to you and always enjoy when we chat. i love you!

@freshloveee. you're so so so good at writing and genuinely one of my favorite writers on this app. you're honestly so sweet and kind. i love you!

@chrepsi. you're genuinely one of the funniest people on this app, i cannot. i love your vibe and your music taste is just so ugh. you're so cool. i love you!

@muwapsturniolo. so you're literally amazing?!?! like you're so gorgeous and funny and such an amazing writer. idek how many times i've reread your shit but it's too many to count. anywho..... when's the next album coming out sza????? i love you!

@leoslaboratory. i just binge read your fics last night btw. you're fucking amazing and i love everything you do. dealer!chris is amazing and i absolutely love it. your fics for black history month are eating btw. i love you!

@phone4pills. so so so cool. you're theme is so cool, you're fics are so cool, you are so cool. i'm genuinely sooo happy anytime i've seen that you've posted a new fic or something and am always looking forward to when you write more. i love you!

@mattscoquette. you're just sooooo like awesome. i love everything you write and i love scrolling through watching you answer asks cause you're so funny. i'm still heartbroken over a change of heart (and the fact that you've ruined that song for me 💔). also like petition to bring back my man perv!matt. he doesn't get the love he deserve. anyways, when i was lurking here, i would always stalk your page and you were the first person i found on sturniolo tumblr. you were genuinely such an inspiration for me and one of the biggest reasons i started posting what i write. i love you!

@thenickgirl. you're my favorite nick girl out there. i love how you write for him and give him the attention he absolutely deserves. just cause he's gay doesn't mean we should leave him out guys 😞💔. you're such an amazing writer and you're so funny. i love you!

@t0riiiis. you're literally like so relatable and i feel like i can always talk to you without getting bored. you're there for me and you've shown your love for me countless times and i cannot even begin to say how much it means to me. i love you!

@oopsiedaisydeer. i'm sooo happy that we're like friends now because you're such a nice and cool person. you're an amazing writer and i love when i see updates on your ponyo au. you're so sweet and show me so much support on literally everything. i love you!

@bernardsbendystraws. dare i say that you're the mother of sturniolo tumblr?!?! you're genuinely such and amazing and funny person and make the tumblr fandom a much better place. i love how during that whole pedo scandal, you were there for absolutely every single person and were so helpful in the whole ordeal. you aren't scared of what anyone says about you and you're so confident, it's so admirable (this also goes for @muwapsturniolo, cause if i recall correctly she called her workplace or something like that which is honestly a boss ass move). your writing is also just amazing and never disappoints. you're like a breath of fresh air (that sounded better in my head but it's okay). i love you!

and i've saved the best for last, @snoopychris. idek what to say. like i'm being serious. i love you so much and you're my absolute favorite person on here. i love being able to talk to you everyday and ik you'll be there to listen without judgement. you're so funny (and a bit odd) and i love you for it. you're genuinely like a big sister to me in a way and i just feel like talking to you makes my day. whether it's about an au or just yapping (or saying some weird shit about chris) it always makes my day just so much better. i literally trust you soooo much even if we’ve only known each other for a short time. like when i say i trust you, i mean like i TRUST you. atp, i trust you enough to know what my face looks like, my actual name, and other personal info. like genuinely i feel so comfortable talking to you and you never fail to make me happy! you're such a fun person and so creative. also you're writing?!?! i literally love it. i love you 🧠!

obviously there are so many other people who i absolutely love, adore, and cherish with my whole heart, but these people stick out to me! anyways, i love you guys so much and am so thankful for everyone's constant support. i'm so happy with all the new friends i've made on this app and am looking forward to making many many many more! with lots of love...

toodles sluts :)

(i felt it was necessary to bring back sluts for this post...)

also the fact that i actually wrote that shit at the top from my heart impresses me….. like what?!?!

also one last note, if there’s some misspelled words or i’m just repeating myself like an idiot, please note that its still early and even tho i woke up over an hour ago, im still like half asleep

[lady-lostmind]

Happy Valentine's Day! Reposting this one in the spirit of the day.

Rating: E | WC: 5,451 READ ON AO3

February 14th 1987. 

"This is stupid. This is so stupid." Eddie mumbles to himself as he paces back and forth in front of Steve's house, a single rose in one hand, and a mixtape in his back pocket. He glances nervously at the front door, wondering for the millionth time if he's read this all wrong. 

And what is he even doing? What even is this stupid holiday other than a bunch of capitalistic bullshit designed to trick people into buying flowers and candy because if you don't you somehow care less about the person you love than you did every other fucking day. 

Not that he's in love. He didn't mean- he's not…

Eddie is ripped out of his spiral at the sound of the door opening, and Steve's confused voice as he says " Munson?"

January 3rd 1987.

Eddie saunters into Family Video, shaking his head in an attempt to dislodge the frankly ridiculous amount of snow that has accumulated in his hair from the short walk across the parking lot. 

Steve scoffs from behind the counter. “Do you mind? You know I have to clean up the puddle all that snow is going to leave, right?” 

Eddie grins as he walks over to lean against the counter into Steve’s space, batting his eyes obnoxiously. “But isn’t it worth it, Harrington, to be graced with the privilege of my company?” 

Steve rolls his eyes and shoves Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie goes willingly, even as he catches the slight blush now coloring Steve’s cheeks. Always so easy to get a rise out of. He barely has to try at all. 

But try he does. Every flush of skin, every roll of eyes and annoyed glare, every playful shove and amused chuckle, Eddie craves them all. Anything he can pull from Steve feels like a triumph, a little reward, a tiny consolation prize for every awful fucked up thing that happened to him. Because if it wasn’t for the whole end of the world, almost dying thing, he would never have ended up here. There is no way, under normal circumstances he and Steve would be friends like this. That he would put up with Eddie coming in to pester him at work, getting the floors dirty, and shamelessly flirting with him. They would have remained on opposite sides of an invisible line drawn long ago. The King, and The Freak.  

So, sure. Almost dying and watching his entire sense of reality crumble in front of him had been like, the fucking worst. A total fucking bummer. But at least it gave him this tentative friendship with Steve Harrington . 

“Why are you guys even open? No one is coming to get movies in this fucking blizzard.” Eddie grabs a candy bar off the shelf in front of the register and rips it open, shoving half of it in his mouth in one bite. 

Steve glares at him. “Are you going to pay for that? And you’re literally here. You are why we’re open.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes, shoving the rest of the candy bar in his mouth and talking around it. “Yeah but I’m only here because you’re here. I’m not a customer. ” 

Steve picks the candy wrapper up off the counter where Eddie so generously abandoned it. “Just here to steal candy, then?” His voice is condescending as he tosses the wrapper in the trash. 

Eddie ignores him. “Where’s Buckley?” 

Eddie knows exactly where Buckley is. He saw her earlier and she told him she had the night off, and was going to have a sleepover with Nancy. Seemed very giddy about that fact, actually. So, Eddie knew Steve would be here on his own tonight, and probably without any plans for after work. 

Steve grabs a stack of movies from the counter and walks around to the shelves to start putting them away, Eddie trailing after him. 

“She’s off tonight.” He says with a shrug. 

Eddie hums a response. “You meeting up with her later?” He asks like he couldn’t care less whether he is or not. 

Steve shakes his head as he leads them down another aisle to pop The Breakfast Club back on the shelf. “Nah, she’s hanging with Nance tonight.” 

Eddie leans against the shelf, blocking Steve’s path forward. “You want some company to wait out the storm with, then?” 

Steve’s eyes meet his and Eddie feels his stomach tighten as he waits for Steve’s response, watches as the corner of Steve’s mouth pulls up in a smirk as his eyes flash back to the movies in his hand. “Sure, Munson.” He gestures to the empty store around them. “Why don’t you pick out a few movies?” 

Eddie leaves Steve to his task and roams down the aisles, barely comprehending the movies titles streaming by him as he goes. He’s suddenly racked with anxiety. He hadn’t really expected Steve to actually agree. They’ve never really hung out on their own before, outside of Eddie’s tendency to linger around while he’s working. But he said yes. Well. He said sure. Technically. But still. A whole evening alone with The King.  

January 10th, 1987

Eddie rushes to the door of the trailer and pulls it open, a wide grin plastered on his face. “ Harrington! Welcome to my humble abode.”

Steve hands him a six pack of beer as he steps in and shrugs off his coat and slips his feet out of his shoes. 

Eddie stashes the beer in the fridge and comes back out to an awkward looking Steve, still hovering in the doorway. “You can like, sit down, man.” He says as he nudges Steve’s shoulder and makes his way over to the couch, flopping down in his usual spot in the corner. 

He expects Steve to perch himself in Wayne’s armchair, the only other seat available other than- 

Steve sits down next to Eddie on the couch. And not like, squished into the other corner, either. Next to him. Their thighs are almost touching. Could be if Eddie just-

“So, you gonna finish rolling that -'' Steve gestures to where Eddie abandoned the joint he’d been rolling for them when he heard Steve’s knock on the door. “-or are we going to watch-” He picks up the movie Eddie rented from Robin earlier off the table, face scrunching as he takes in the cover. “-Labyrinth completely sober? Because honestly, Munson, I don’t know if I’ve got it in me.”

Eddie snorts as he snatches the movies out of Steve’s hands. “You have no taste, Harrington.” He rattles the tape in the box. “This movie is a work of art. ” He tosses the movie back down, sitting up to resume his forgotten task. “But I agree, the viewing experience is greatly enhanced if you’re high.” His rings clack against each other as he moves his deft fingers carefully, packing the little paper and rolling it quickly together. Feels Steve’s eyes on him the whole time like his gaze is burning the side of his face. He licks the edge and seals it, convinces himself he didn’t see Steve’s eyes shift up from his mouth when he turns to him and presents him with the finished product with a flourish. “For you, my liege.”  

Steve rolls his eyes but accepts the offering, bringing it up to his mouth and looking expectantly at Eddie as he just stares back at him like an idiot. Steve points to the joint and mumbles “ Got a light?” around it. 

“Oh!- uh” Eddie fumbles around as he digs his lighter out of the front pocket in his jeans. He flicks it open, catching a spark and lighting it as he goes, holding it out for Steve to take. 

But he doesn’t. He just leans in close and lights the joint between them, still clamped between his lips. His eyes flick up to meet Eddie’s, and he stays there for just a moment longer than necessary before leaning back and taking in a deep inhale. 

Eddie watches with wide eyes as Steve tilts his head back, exposing the scar that wraps around his neck. He watches as a plume of smoke escapes Steve’s mouth, billowing around him. He’s gorgeous. Eddie has known that for a long time, obviously. He has fucking eyes. He thought Steve was gorgeous even when he was walking the halls of Hawkins High as ‘ The King.’ Too high and mighty to give lowly peasants like Eddie ‘ The Freak’ Munson a second of his time. 

But he knows now that Steve is gorgeous , in every sense of the word. In the way he cares fiercely for every single member of their fucked up, apocalypse stopping, rag tag group. In the way his brows cinch together when someone says something that goes over his head. In the way he tilts his head to the right when he’s trying to hear what someone is saying on the side with his bad ear. He never complains about it, never corrects them. Eddie’s not sure he even knows. But Eddie does. Eddie notices. He notices all the ways Steve Harrington is gorgeous. And most of them have nothing to do with that magnificent head of hair. 

January 23rd 1987

Steve has been hanging around a lot. On his own . No prompting from Eddie. No annoying him and wearing him down until he agrees to shut him up and get a moment of peace during his shift at Family Video, no Buckley buffer to hide behind as a group hang. Just Steve, asking Eddie if he’s busy later, and Eddie, no matter what the actual truth may be, saying no. Accepting Steve’s offer every time it’s given, no matter how late notice, no matter how many times he has to call and cancel on a D&D planning session with Henderson, or a jam sesh with the band. He says he’s free for Steve. How could he not?

Which is exactly how he ended up here, sitting in an ice-crusted lawn chair, freezing his ass off as he watches Steve take a long drag from the joint he brought with him. Might not have if he knew Harrington would insist they smoke it outside, afraid Mommie Dearest would be able to smell the remnants no matter how long it is before she deigns to show her face in this house again. 

Eddie shivers violently in his leather jacket. “ Fuck, it’s cold.” He mutters as he takes the joint from Steve’s gloved hands. 

Steve rolls his eyes and slips off his heavy winter coat, tossing it over Eddie’s shoulders. “Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you had an actual coat on, Munson.” He tugs at the sleeve of Eddie’s leather. “This thing can’t be doing much for you when it’s this cold. No matter how cool it makes you look.” 

Eddie scoffs,  shivering a little less as his face floods with heat. He can smell Steve’s cologne wafting up from his coat and resists the urge to turn and press his face into the fabric to get a better whiff. “Yeah, the jacket has really solidified my reputation as cool, Harrington. Let me tell ya.” He says sarcastically, expecting Steve to laugh with him, to brush off the fact that they both know Eddie is the town pariah.

Instead Steve gets really quiet and shrugs, that little crease forming between his eyebrows. “I mean, you’re way cooler than anyone else in this stupid town.” 

Eddie stares at him with wide eyes as Steve stares down at his feet, not meeting his eyes.

January 29th 1987

Things have been happening that Eddie just can’t fully comprehend. Everything is still… the same . He still goes up to Family Video to visit Steve (and Robin). He still hovers around and is his usual flamboyant self. But when he jokingly flirts with Steve, like usual, he’s not met with the usual eye roll and loud sigh, a laugh and easy dismissal. Instead he’s met with a tense silence, and when he finds the courage to turn and look at Steve he’s always, always met with an intense stare, and blazing red cheeks. Sometimes a small smile, and a quick turn away. Sometimes a quippy flirty reply. 

Eddie doesn’t want to get his hopes up. He doesn’t want to assume that it means anything. It’s Steve Harrington. Known ladies man of Hawkins. He’s sure it’s just…Steve getting more comfortable with how Eddie is. They’ve been spending a lot more time together. He’s just not as phased as he was in the beginning of Eddie’s annoying tendency to blatantly show his hand. 

And Eddie knows he’s okay with the whole gay thing. Buckley is a testament to that. 

But that doesn’t mean he’s gay. Or…bi? He could be bi, maybe. That could explain all the many conquered ladies. It could explain the ‘ six nuggets’ conversation Eddie overheard in the RV. 

It could explain why Steve Harrington has been flirting back.  

Because as reluctant as Eddie is to believe it’s genuine, that it’s not just Steve fucking with him, it has been happening. 

Even now, as Eddie leans his hip on the counter, purposefully in the way, Steve presses his hand softly to the small of his back as he slips past him to take up his spot behind the counter. His eyes seem to find him, more and more. Always seem to be burning with some unspoken thing that Eddie refuses to lay claim to. But it’s there.  

February 4th 1987

Eddie sits on the couch in Steve's living room, Steve's feet in his lap where he sprawled across him when he sat down, complaining about being on his feet all day at work. Eddie is sitting very still. And he's trying extremely hard to listen to the conversation going on around him. But he can't get his brain to focus on anything other than Steve's feet in his lap. Steve's legs draped over his. Steve shifting slightly and rubbing a little too close to-  

"You okay over there, Munson?" Robin's voice pulls him from his mental rambling. 

Eddie's eyes snap to her, catching the knowing glimmer in her eyes, the slight smirk on her face. He sends her a  glare, silently cursing her for bringing attention to the situation as he feels his face flare in embarrassment. 

“I’m fine, Buckley.” he says, still shooting daggers at her as she tries to cover her snicker. 

Steve shifts again and suddenly his feet are gone, back on the floor as he gets up saying something about popcorn. Eddie waits until he hears the microwave turn on before turning back to Robin and whispering in a furious, but hushed tone “What the fuck was that, Buckley?” 

She waves him off with an annoyed flick of her wrist. “Oh, come on. You two have been dancing around each other for a month. It’s getting boring. I’m just trying to get to the finale.” 

Eddie’s mouth hangs wide open. She’s insane. She thinks there’s actually something happening between them? Just because, what? Steve’s comfortable enough to put his feet in Eddie’s lap? He does that to Robin , too. “I don’t know what you’re- Steve isn’t gay , Robs.” 

Robin rolls her eyes and sighs. “Maybe not completely. But he’s been looking at you with that same puppy dog look he used on me before he knew I was , so I think I probably have a good idea what it looks like when Steve likes someone. Plus the fact that he very abruptly stopped flirting with every girl that walked into the store around the same time you started showing up there all the time…” She shrugs and leans back more in her chair. “But  sure. Nothing’s going on, Munson.” 

Eddie just stares at her while his brain melts out of his ears. Because if what she’s saying is true…if even Robin thinks all the flirting and touching and general interest is genuine … if she thinks Steve likes him-

Steve plops back down next to him, feet returning to their spot on Eddie’s lap as he munches on a few pieces of popcorn. “What did I miss?” 

February 14th 1987

It’s Valentine's day and for two weeks Eddie has been trying to convince himself that all this with Steve is real. That it’s worth making a move. Because he’s realized that if something is going to happen… if things are going to move forward from this infuriating, confusing, will they won’t they romantic comedy bullshit… it’ll have to be him. Steve won’t risk outing himself like this if he’s not sure Eddie will reciprocate. And since Eddie spent a month treating all this like a joke, not believing he had ever had a real shot with Steve… he’ll have to show him he means it. All of it. Every stupid flirty remark, every long stare, every blush. He meant it all. And if Steve had too, if he had been showing his true feelings this whole time…Eddie has to know. 

He climbs in his van, feeling incredibly cheesy with a rose and sappy love song mixtape, and drives to the Harrington residence. On Valentine’s Day. Like doing this on the day of love makes it more of a grand gesture than if he’d done it yesterday, or waited until tomorrow. Stupid.  

He tells himself that, over and over until he finds himself in front of Steve’s house, rose in hand, and a very confused looking Steve Harrington staring at him from his door. 

“ Munson?”

Eddie freezes in his pacing, both physical and in his brain. The whirling thoughts stop dead as he realizes what an idiot he’s been. Because sure, if this doesn’t go how he wants it’s going to really fucking suck. Bad. HE’s going to be heart broken. Devastated. But even if it doesn’t. Even if Steve really has just been playing along with the jokes and has no interest in Eddie romantically…he’s still Steve. Someone Eddie can trust. Someone he knows won’t be cruel about the let down, won’t look at Eddie any differently than he does now. So even if this all goes to hell…it’s worth a shot. 

So, he pushes his feet forward, climbs the steps on the porch, feels his heart hammer in his chest as he lets a wide grin spread across his face as he holds out the rose in offering to a wide-eyed, stunned Steve and asks, “ Steve Harrington , will you be my Valentine?” 

Eddie waits, what is probably only a few seconds, but feels like years for Steve’s face to pull into a smile, his eyes lighting up like it’s fucking Christmas morning of some shit. Puppy eyes , Robin had called them. And then he’s being pulled forward by the collar of his jacket, into the Harrington’s fancy foyer. The door shuts behind him and then he’s pressed against it, Steve’s hands on his shoulders as he leans in and - 

Their lips meet, hard and desperate as Eddie wraps his arms around Steve, tastes his tongue on his for the first time before Steve is pulling back, too soon. “Took you long enough.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes and shoves Steve back a few inches. “ So sorry I didn’t think ‘ The King’ would be interested in the town freak.” He says it jokingly. But Steve just looks at him, very seriously as he leans back in and whispers “Well, believe it, Munson.” before pushing his tongue back into Eddie’s mouth. 

Eddie gasps as the thorns on the rose still in his hand cut into his palm where he went to tug roughly on Steve’s shirt, forgetting he was still holding it. Steve jerks back again, realizing it was a pain noise, not pleasure . 

Eddie holds his hand in between them, watching the little pricks of blood pool in the lines of his palm. “ Shit. Sorry- uh.” 

Steve takes the rose from him and gives the now crumpled flower a sniff before using his other hand to pull Eddie’s in the direction of the kitchen. Steve sets the rose gently on the counter before digging in a cabinet and coming back with a first aid kit. Eddie watches as Steve meticulously cleans the small cuts on his hand, grinning every time Steve glances up at him, a fresh flush of pink on his cheeks. 

When he’s finished overly bandaging Eddie’s hand, he digs through another cabinet and comes back with what must be one of his mother’s very expensive vases, fills it with water and places the rose in it and back on the counter. 

Eddie tugs at his hair as Steve turns back to him, feeling suddenly self conscious about bringing Steve a flower, about the mixtape burning a hole in his back pocket. His eyes fall to the floor as he starts to ramble. “Sorry- I- uh- know it’s stupid , the flower and the whole Valentine thing and the- I just thought- and it is Valentine’s Day - whatever the fuck that means- and Robin said-” Eddie finally looks up when Steve is back in front of him, arms boxing him in as he leans on the counter. “ Eddie -” He waits until he can tell he has Eddie’s full attention. “ Shut up and kiss me.”  

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He leans in, hand coming up to cup Steve’s neck as he presses their lips together, tangling their tongues and drowning in overwhelming relief he feels as all the tension leading up to this finally pops, flowing over them as the hands tug at clothing, and their bodies press tightly together, as Steve’s hand slips lower on Eddie’s back and-

“What is this?” Steve asks, gripping the tape that’s blocking his hand from grabbing Eddie’s ass.

Eddie feels his face go beat red again as he tries - too slowly - to stop Steve from pulling the tape out of his pocket. 

Steve stares down at the tape in his hand, ‘ Stevie’s Mix’ scrawled across the top in Eddie’s messy handwriting. He looks up at Eddie, pure wonder plastered on his face. “You made me a mix?”

Eddie drops his head in his hands in embarrassment. “I know . It’s lame.” 

Steve tugs Eddie’s hands away from his face, forcing him to look at him. “You’re so sweet, Eds. No one has ever done any of this for me.” 

Eds . That’s new. Eddie gazes into Steve’s eyes and sees nothing but adoration and he feels something snap into place. Like the last piece of the puzzle. And he finally accepts it. Steve wants him here. Wants this just as much as Eddie does. 

Eddie surges forward, determined to make the most of this, from the very start. To taste and feel as much of Steve as he’s allowed. He pulls Steve back to his mouth before moving to bite and nibble along his jaw and neck. Steve lets out a desperate whimper that sends Eddie directly to his knees with a groan as he reaches out to tug open the belt at Steve’s waist, pops the button on his jeans, and slides the zipper down. He looks up to watch Steve’s mouth fall open with a moan as he reaches his hand in, gripping onto - what just may be his new fucking lifeline - Steve Harrington’s - gorgeously girthy - cock with a long stroke as he pulls it free of it’s confines. “ Fuck, Eddie.” Steve’s voice is breathy, his eyes locked onto Eddie’s hand where his rings press into the hard skin. 

Eddie leans forward, pausing with his mouth right in front of the glistening tip, looking up in silent question. Steve nods, letting his hand slip down to Eddie’s cheek, thumb rubbing gently before he lets his hand fall back to his side. Eddie opens his mouth wide, letting his lips slide over his teeth as a barrier as he slides his mouth over Steve, feeling the weight of him on his tongue for the first time. Can’t stop the moan that escapes him as he tastes him, hears Steve’s answering moan around him. He holds himself there, trying to give himself a moment to relax, to let his throat open, before he presses in further. Steve lets out another deep moan as Eddie feels him hit the back of his throat. Feels Steve’s hands sweep his hair away from his face, holding it gently in a clump at the base of his neck. Feels the way those fingers tighten the faster he moves, up and down, the farther he pushes at the bottom, letting himself gag just a little before pulling back up. The way he loves the sting on his scalp as Steve’s grip goes from gentle and caring to tugging and holding. How he goes from standing completely still, letting Eddie move as he likes, to rolling his hips along with his movements, pushing himself in a little more, a little deeper. 

Eddie holds onto Steve’s hips tightly, doesn’t pull away even when he feels tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes when one push forward causes him to gag significantly. He just holds on and slides Steve along his tongue, trying to ignore the way his jeans are rubbing against him every time he shifts or moves until Steve suddenly pulls back, and tugs Eddie up by his arm, pulling him to his mouth to kiss him deeply despite the fact that Eddie’s chin is covered in spit, spreading along Steve’s as well and he’s sure Steve can taste himself on Eddie’s tongue. 

“Let’s go upstairs.” Steve mutters against his mouth as he tugs his jeans back up and leads the way, tugging Eddie along behind him as he tries to catch up with the abrupt shift from having Steve’s dick down his throat to being led to his bedroom. Because fuck. They were still in the fucking kitchen for all of that. 

As soon as he crosses over the doorway to his room Steve strips himself bare, tossing his clothes carelessly to the floor and going to lay on the bed. Eddie lets himself take in the view. The confident look in his eye. The moles that trail all along his skin. The bust of hair on his chest. The scars so similar to his own, the thing that bonded them represented so solidly on each of their bodies. 

His eyes flash back up to Steve’s before he follows his lead, pulling his shirt over his head, stepping out of his jeans, and hesitating only slightly before letting his boxers follow them to the floor. 

He wastes no time standing around, waiting for Steve to realize how different his body is from his own. Less defined by muscle, more lanky and soft. Even more different from the many bodies he’s sure Steve has pressed into this very bed. The same bed he’s climbing into, the same lap he’s straddling now, lowering himself down on until their skin meets, dicks grazing each other as he settles, each of them letting out a soft gasp at the contact. 

“ Fuck, Steve.” Eddie can feel his dick leaking, slicking them both as another roll of their hips presses them more firmly together against Steve’s stomach. 

Their mouths meet again in a desperate kiss, mouths open, moans melding together as they rut against each other, and just when Eddie thinks he may not be able to stand it anymore, just when he’s about to ask Steve for just a little room to slip his hand around them both and add some much needed pressure - 

“ Can I fuck you, Eds?”  

Eddie almost loses it right then. Just hearing those words fall out of Steve’s mouth. He’s nodding already. His brain catching up well before his voice. 

“Need to hear you say it, baby.” Steve’s voice has dipped low. The sound of it making Eddie whine in a way he’s never heard come out of his mouth before. 

“ Yes, please Steve.” He rocks himself in his lap, dragging their cocks together again before Steve stills him, holding him down by his hips. 

“If you keep doing that, this will be over before I get to.” 

Eddie whines again but keeps still as Steve presses a soft kiss to his lips before rolling him over so his back is pressed to the mattress and Steve is hovering over him. Steve leans down and kisses him again before working his way down Eddie's body, sucking bruises into his neck, teeth grazing his nipple, tongue licking along the edge of a scar. Every new touch sends shivers down Eddie’s spine and soon he’s writhing on the bed, desperate for Steve to do anything to him other than these teasing touches that only have him wanting more. “ Steve, please.”  

He feels Steve grin against his inner thigh and pressing a quick kiss there before sitting up to lean over to his nightstand and pull out a bottle of lube and a condom. 

Eddie’s mouth goes dry as he realizes what he’s agreed to and he glances down to where Steve’s cock bobs between his legs, heavy and waiting for attention. He hears the cap of the lube pop open, watches as Steve coats his fingers and settles back between his legs, pressing his middle finger to his rim, slowly pushing his way inside, eyes never leaving Eddie’s, blown wide as he watches Eddie tense up and then relax as Steve begins to move, working him open. Feels the burn as he adds another finger, moans toppling over each other as he presses deeper as his fingers curve- 

“ OH FUCK!” Eddie rocks his hips, pressing down as much as he can onto Steve’s fingers before reaching down to still his wrist. “ I’m ready. Please just- I’m ready.”  

Steve presses another kiss to his thigh before slowly easing his fingers out and getting up on his knees as he rips open the condom and rolls it over his hard length, slathers himself in lube, and hikes one of Eddie’s legs up of his shoulder as he leans in and presses his tip to Eddie, pausing to look down at him, waiting for his okay to continue. 

Eddie nods vigorously. “I’m ready, go. ” 

Steve pushes forward, slowly. Agonizingly slowly. Eddie can feel himself stretching more and more as he inches his way in. Steve groans loudly as he bottoms out and Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, feeling more full than he ever has, clamping around Steve as he stills and waits for Eddie to adjust. 

Sooner than Steve is probably expecting, sooner than he probably should Eddie whimpers “ Move, Steve.”  

Steve lets out another moan before pulling slowly back, and then just as slowly pushing forward again. It’s not enough. Not nearly enough. Eddie needs him to move.  

He grabs Steve’s chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes. “ Stop holding back, Harrington.”  

He watches as a flame is lit behind Steve’s eyes, feels more than hears the rumble that comes from deep in his chest as he pulls his hips back and slams into Eddie, shattering the slow steady pace he had set before. 

“ AHH-FUCK-AHH” Eddie is loud. He’s never this loud. But as Steve drives into him, he’s loud. He screams Steve’s name as his nails rake down his back, trying to find purchase, fingers trying to hold on to something, anything as Steve gives him everything he’s got. 

Steve shifts Eddie’s leg to the side, giving him a little more room to- 

“ FUCK-FUCK-FUCK” Eddie cums hard as Steve’s new angle lets him hit home, sending Eddie hurling over the edge with no warning. 

“ Fuck, Eds. Oh god that was-fuck”  And then he’s following behind him, Eddie can feel his cock throb in his now overly sensitive ass making him whimper as Steve collapses on top of him, pressing kisses to his chest and neck as they both lay still, trying desperately to catch their breath. 

Steve shifts and gently eases himself out before heading to the bathroom. He returns with a glass of water and a washcloth, handing Eddie the water as he wipes the mess off of Eddie’s stomach and chest. He tosses the washcloth on the floor and sets the glass of water on the table before climbing back in next to Eddie and pulling him to lay against his chest. 

Eddie lets out a satisfied sigh as Steve’s fingers slip into his long curls. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Eds.” 

Eddie grins, still slightly in shock that this half assed plan of him led him here. To Steve’s bed, on Steve’s chest, well and truly fucked out of his mind. He tilts his head to press a kiss there and sighs again. “Happy Valentine’s Day, big boy.”

[tillichan]

❀˖° [Fluffy Valentine] for @kittywhoo °˖❀

Rose — What makes them realize that they're in love with you?

"Sorry... what?", asked Yoichi awkwardly. The thing is you asked him, if you can do his nails. And even though Yoichi found this embarrassing at first, somehow he just couldn't say "no" to his cute adorable friend. That's how he ended up sitting in front of you, while you were showing him nail varnishes of different colors. And when you asked Yoichi which one he'd like to choose, he chose one of this that caught his eye immediately without even thinking. It took all his willpower to not stare at you, so Yoichi pretended to look out the window, but he stole glances at you from time to time. Yoichi felt himself strangely every time your hands touched his, his heart raced and his face burned, even though the room wasn't so warm. And when you started painting his nails, Yoichi gasped, because he realized that the color he chose instinctively was the color of your eyes. Even though he was nervous from the very beginning, Yoichi got really flustered from awareness of his feelings. Everything fell into place, he was in love with you and that's why he was so flustered. The rest of the time, Yoichi was zoned out, praying that you couldn't hear the sound of his heartbeat. Ah, he was head over heels!~

Aster — Courting/flirting headcanons. How would they act around their crush?

The first thing Yoichi does to win you over he invites you on a date whenever the two of you have some free time, but he pretends that this is just a friendly hangout. Yoichi wants to get to know you better, he starts out slow and tries not to rush into things, enjoying every single step in your relationship. Even though the two of you start as a friends, his intentions are clear. His soft loving gaze, reserved for you, his enthusiastic compliments Yoichi just blurts out because, oh, you're just so perfect, he can't, absolutely can't, hide his feelings about you. Yoichi's love is so pure and obvious, it literally swipes you off your feet. He also would like to become the important person in your life, an essential part of your life, he does his best to make you think about him more, be it some thoughtful gifts, He pretends he bought this just accidentally, but the truth is he spent hours choosing the perfect present. meetings with each other's parents or becoming the person you spend the most of your time with. And, of course. Yoichi wants to confess you as soon as it's possible to call you his girlfriend not only in his dreams.

Lilac — What are they like when they're in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Ah, Yoichi, this lovesick puppy, he's so smitten with you. He isn't smooth or like this, but he's just so in love with you! His feelings are so obvious for others, almost painfully obvious for his friends and they don't hesitate to tease him about it. They call him "lovestruck", "whipped", "simp", all these nicknames stuck to Yoichi. But what he can do? He can't hide his feelings around you, he doesn't even want to try, because Yoichi wants to show you how much he is in love with you. When the two of you are together, Yoichi always has this lovesick smile on his face, while he's looking at you with the moon eyes and talking to you about stuff the two of you find interesting. He doesn't interested in people around him, he only has his eyes on you. Yoichi makes sure that you feel comfortable and loved. You're his priority number one, his time reserved specially for you.

Daisy — How easy is it to embarrass them? What can you do to fluster them and make them melt?

Yoichi gets flustered pretty easily, especially during the crush phase and in the beginning of your relationship. Every time you touch him, compliment him, tell him something sweet, damn, even when you call him by his fist name, all of this makes butterflies in his stomach go crazy and you can see his adorable flushed cheeks. But as soon as Yoichi joined the Blue Lock, he became more confident, even shameless sometimes. And now he switches from cute blushing mess to teasing you back and making you flustered with great success. Despite this you're his beloved girlfriend and Yoichi can't help, but melts into a puddle every time you spoil him with your affection. He lives for the moments when it's just the two of you enjoying each other's presence. And even though he doesn't get flustered so easily now, you still can catch him off the guard and then look at Yoichi turning into the stuttering mess.

Hellebore — Comforting headcanons. How would they help you when you feel down/have a panic attack? And how would you help them?

Being a very empathetic person, Yoichi learned all your habits. He knows when you started getting mad or feeling down by the single expression of your face. And Yoichi does his best to avoid the situations that make you feel uncomfortable. But of course everyone has bad days, so Yoichi is more than ready to comfort you if you feel down for some reason. He is very, very gentle, treating you like you're made of glass. Every time you feel bad, Yoichi cuddles with you, his hand strokes your back gently or he runs his fingers trough your hair, whispering sweet nothing in your ears. If you cry, Yoichi wipes your tears with the softest smile on his face and kisses your eyes then. His actions always make you melt into a puddle of affection and forget about the bad stuff that happened that day.

Even though almost nothing can throw Yoichi off balance, he still has some bad days and the things that disappoint him. Every time Yoichi feels down, he becomes more silent and distant. It's a little difficult for him to open up his true feelings, he doesn't want to show this side of him. But of course you know that Yoichi is disappointed and encourage him gently to open up. Yoichi would be happy if you encourage him to ramble about the things that disappointed him, while the two of you are cuddling. Your words of comfort along with gentle touches help Yoichi to calm down and enjoy the sweet moment you share.

Peony — Nicknames headcanons. What petnames do they have for you? What are their favorite nicknames for you to call them?

In the beginning of your relationship the two of you called each other by last name. It took time to start calling each other by the first name, but it was a really special moment between you two. From that moment on, you and Yoichi call each other by the first name and this's your favorite. Yoichi also likes reducing your full name and adding "chan", he finds this so cute! But sometimes when he feels so smitten with you, "angel"  just flow out of his mouth, he can't control himself. And as soon as Yoichi found out about Kaiser's feelings for you, he started calling you "my princess" or "my queen". "My" is very necessarily since Yoichi wants to show that your heart belongs to him, not to mention that this's true, you're amazing, the embodiment of the queen.

When it comes to Yoichi, he likes when you call him by his first name or again literally any petname including "my": "my boyfriend", "my cutie", "my best football player". His heart flutters, yes, he is yours, he is only yours. His heart, his soul, his love belong to you.

Forget-me-not — Their favorite memory with you?

Yoichi will always remember your first date hangout. He asked you if you'd like to do skiing with him. And when you agreed Yoichi didn't sleep a wink of excitement, dreaming about your date. Even though he has never done this before, Yoichi enjoyed the every single minute of your date. Especially when you taught him to skate, holding his hands in yours. Ah, Yoichi couldn't focus on skiing because he adored your hands. Yoichi thought what that would be like holding your hand as your boyfriend, not as your student. After skiing, you two went to the cafe and take a bite. And then Yoichi walked you home and... He got the courage and took your hand! Even though his heart has beaten like crazy, he was so happy. On this day, Yoichi vowed to himself that he would confess you one day and make you his girlfriend.

Daffodil — Love triangle headcanons. The character who has a crush on you and how does your s/o react to their crush?

Yoichi hates, absolutely hates this fact that Michael Kaiser, his rival, has a crush on his precious, adorable, the most beloved girlfriend. Even though Yoichi always thought that he isn't a jealous or possessive type of boyfriend, now his confidence wavered. Not that Yoichi is doubtful about you, he just feels that he is ready to explode every time he sees Kaiser with you. Fortunately, as soon as Michael realized his feelings, he distanced himself, so current situation is much more peaceful. But the time Kaiser flirted with you to piss Yoichi off, oh, dear, Blue Lock thought that the Apocalypse isn't so far. These two were like Shido and Rin, bickering every day, it almost came to blows. Their poor teammates had to break the fight apart. But Yoichi calmed down as soon as you understood the situation and assured him that he is the only one you have your eyes for.

[theharmonious13]

Guys hear me out (this is a YouTube animatic/animation community deepcut I think??? At least for me it is)

🎵 Two Birds on a Wire 🎵

Kamimura and Hasegawa

"One tries to fly away" - Kamimura

"And the other watches him close from that wire" - Hasegawa

It summarises their relationship PERFECTLY

I can already imagine scenes now in my head. Kamimura branching out to Tamba, Mai etc. while Hasegawa watches him quietly in the background clinging to his one and only friend. And then literally every single

And the song is symbolic of so many things, ranging from Kamimura's more outgoing nature to his character development in finding a reason to live/future plans outside the killing game. Meanwhile Hasegawa is very introverted and closed off, he's reluctant to leave his room before and after Kamimura's death, deep down he wants to follow in Kamimura's confident footsteps but can't get himself to. Especially when they split up for the first time during the killing game :3

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Other duos this would work for in my head (in chronological order of how passionate I feel about the ideas):

Tsuno and Wada: Literally their whole screentime together. As Wada struggles in countless ways throughout the chapters while Tsuno "tries to fly away" by being super duper helpful to the group OR by opening the woodshop door. Perfect duality by having Wada reluctantly not open the door, and Tsuno hyping him up in her final moments :3

Okazaki and Watari: Their differences and friendship exemplified, the sadness and bittersweetness of them having fun together as Okazaki does fucked up things to Wada and the others in the background. Watari having her final moments with Okazaki saying how she hates her, and breaking down at their unmistakable differences in morals. I love how both characters were bold in personality, but Okazaki was on a different level of existence to everyone else, and how she was delusional/thought that playing the role of a villain would solve all of her problems. I would be evil and draw Watari looking through glass at Okazaki's final moments of her being filled up with gold :3

Sasaki and Yanagi: Case 1 Angst mainly highlighting their estranged relationship in Chapter 1 and how they technically work together in the trial before Yanagi has to spit out the horrifying truth. Imagine Yanagi's face as Sasaki gets executed, and wanting to know why she used him afterwards. So much delicious angst, I love it hehe

Hama and Chiba: a HUGE commentary of Chiba's life during the killing game, how she's reluctant to live a normal life because she feels she's unable to. And Hama living his life with kindness/confidence while trying to get Chiba to do the same. Before something unfortunate and heartbreaking happens to Chiba regarding a certain tiger :3

Mai and Yanagi: Mainly an End Chapter 3/Beginning Chapter 4 recap following their interactions and fight regarding unlocking the door. Mai literally tries to break down the door out in the open while Yanagi tries to pick the lock in secret. If that doesn't scream the duality of these two/the song I don't know what does. Also them making plans together, being glad to have each other's company

Isono and Wada: Mainly a fun little recap of their relationship transformation, from streamer/viewer/parasocial to friends. It's a great way to highlight chapter 1 Wada too, he's very closed off and reluctant to get help from what I remember, you can even pan forwards to Tsuno's death/Chapter 4 Wada to see how angsty is he/far he's come. OR close it off with Wada talking to Isono quietly/in solidarity in her room. Or omg, breaking the PC when Wada finds out about the reward :333333

*Always assume for the above that the first person listed is "one tries to fly away" and person two is "and the other"

For example: Kamimura (Person 1) and Hasegawa (Person 2)

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I feel so passionately about it being for Hasemura but this song resonates with so many of the cast duos it's unreal

[ilikekidsshows]

I dislike how Adrien's character is just a massive macguffin at this point. If he isn't going to do stuff himself, or even get scenes that don't involve Marinette, why would you make him the male lead and everything in the Miraculous world connect back to him???

Wanna why know why Gabriel's Hawkmoth? Emily's death! But well actually, she only died because of Adrien. Why's Lila a villain? Well, she had a spat with Marinette! Over what, you ask? Adrien. Ah yes, Felix, our dear fandom's most inconsistent character like seriously why the hell did he go from being angry his cousin didn't attend his dads funeral and calling love confessions sappy to being glad his dad is dead and randomly breaking into song resident jerk, he actually does stuff for change!! Why's he here? Well, actually he's Adrien's cousin

But, does Adrien actually do anything with this (I'd say information after this but lets be real, he has none)? Nope, sir/ma'am, nothing at all!! He never learns his father is Hawkmoth and his father never learns he's Chat Noir. Jury's out on Lila but so far, hd does absolutely nothing at all.

Well, what about Felix? You'd think that, with a character so intertwined with him, they'd actually do something with it? Give them a few scenes? Maybe actually have Adrien talk or maybe even punch some sense into his cousin for vanishing the entire world besides like three people? Give the duo some scenes? Actually address what Felix did after his introduction? Show Felix breaking him and Kagami out of Gabriel's white rooms? Nope, lets just shove Felix to the side with Kagami, and forget about him unless we have an episode which requires a jerk character, since literally none of the good guys fit that role!!

Honestly, even leaving aside the stuff abiut wasted character moments, it feels like Adrien's been relegated to like the third or fourth most important character in the show. Marinette and Alya are wayyy above him at this point. Lila can take another spot albeit hesitantly since she clearly has more focus and plot relevance than him.

Marinette didn't even give Chat Noir a kwatagama to remember her by (if Alya can have one, so can he, he was Mister Bug, remember?). He doesn't even know about the Alya is the next Guardian stuff. Literally no one does. If Marinette does have something happen to her and she gives up the guardianship, why would anyone even listen to Alya!?!? Chat Noir outranks her by seniority alone, Carapace isn't even that close behind in terms of that and most importantly, she's never led them, she's never made battle plans, she hasn't been there from the start like Chat Noir, not everyone's fought with her probably, and they've never been made aware of this little back-up plan. Who's to say she isn't a Miraculous thief, huh? What if she stole the box and killed Ladybug? They have nothing to go off of except her word.

The writers probably don't even know how to use Adrien now that the crush arc of the show is over. Everyone's saying that he's obviously getting a big build-up, but what if they just "Catwalker" this and make it so that this is all "resolved" in a single episode and they all go back to the status quo with the slight change with the slight change that everyone is more subservient to Marinette and now recognises her brilliance or whatever.

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Some people still believe Miraculous has proper build up and payoff, huh? I’m not surprised yet I’m still disappointed at how helplessly naive this fandom is.

Like, I was trying to figure out how to properly showcase what I think is wrong with Adrien’s character, why I think he’s less of a character than ever before, even when he gets a whole episode revolving around his family. So, here’s the Animus Litmus Test of Is The Love Interest a Real Person

Does the character have an actual conversation (aka, the speaker is changed at least twice) with someone other than their significant other?

Is this conversation about something other than their significant other?

Does this conversation take place in a scene that doesn’t feature the significant other at any point?

Does the character have any goal outside of “be with the significant other”?

Like, supposedly Adrien should have a conversation in 'Werepapas' with someone other than Marinette about something other than how much he wants to stay with Marinette, but, like, this is the episode that teased the audience with Plagg getting to show up, only to not just exclude Plagg, but to exclude Adrien himself from the Akuma fight so that he can be shoved inside a literal trophy while Marinette plays with his life like an object.

[dandysworldhcs]

ANGSTANGSTANGSTANGSTANGST

who will I be making depressed today? the mains because I kin 3 of them holy shit (in two parts. this is part one YIPPEE) (also these are the 3 I kin)

berry boy:

ahem. after the ichor incident, sprout became really scared for what could happen, but eventually he suppressed it and basically turned it into a kind of need to feel like he's protecting someone. like for example even if everyone is safe he just HAS to check just in case because what if this what if that this could go wrong that could go wrong if this happens that could happen and this has happened before so if I do this I can lessen the chances of thing happeni- and gets burnt out significantly quicker than... literally everyone else in gardenview. he won't admit it though he'll just sit in his room with the door barricaded (the handlers had the keys to the door locks) trying to function properly, and if someone tries to check on him he'll hide under his bed or desk to avoid being seen because UH OH DANGER DANGER WHY AM I BEING SEEN DOING NOTHING UHHHH OH NO !!! irrational panic basically (even though the only entrance is barricaded...). also, when he discovered tapes could be used to heal he immediately began using them on runs because if even a single person is not on full health he cannot feel relaxed in the slightest- but the dumbass doesn't care if he's on one and WILL run away from cosmo at 1 if he doesn't have enough tapes to heal him back (I'm totally not projecting all of this totally). also random but he will definitely cry if you yell at him (he'll go somewhere to hide before crying though). also has a habit of assuming everything that goes wrong has to be his fault because 'he was supposed to make sure everything went fine'

asstroke:

eepy hypersomniac who in a lot of situations wants to just sleep instead. he dozes off a lot because of that. also, it might be a bit subtle, but he can tell when his friends aren't rested, and usually tries to fix it, even if it's the kind of tired sleep can't fix. also, the guilt from knowing too much about the ichor operation and not being able to say anything about it to protect dandy eats at him endlessly. but you know when he's free from all that? in his curated dreams, where nothing can affect him, where he can be happy, free from all the depressing truths gardenview has to offer (think basil from omori but with sunny's headspace). he's starting to see everything as a kind of cycle... and he's kinda losing motivation to do pretty much anything, but he kinda still has to to survive so. also, the insecurity about his extra arms came from when gardenview was still open, a lot of children called him bug-like for it or even just straight-up scary or ugly, so now he just hides 'em by turning himself into a burrito with his blanket. also, not depressing but... he's just always cold, so he wears a shirt, another shirt, then poncho, then blanket

ammonite wannabe:

being constantly ignored by everyone has increasingly proved to her that no one really cares about her, and that has made her more open about her feelings. no one's listening, what's the point in not thinking out loud? she's done the thing where she just doesn't talk and sees if anyone notices... and they do! but they jokingly say 'aren't you gonna start yapping about dinosaurs around about now?' but unfortunately, she didn't realise it was in a joking way and ended up 'realising' everyone thought of her as the dinosaur girl, not anything else. not a person, not someone worth loving, just 'the girl who likes dinosaurs'. she also secretly gets REALLY happy whenever she gets hurt on a run because that means she'll get healed, which is a form of care!!! yay!!! (can you see the dynamic yet. guy who stresses whenever anyone gets slightly hurt and girl who loves getting hurt to feel cared about. and they're totally 100% not both me) sometimes people just don't notice, but usually it's fine. she yaps about dinosaurs because it's something she's interested in and she wants people to know all about them!!! but unfortunately people thought it was annoying that she talked about them so much, so they avoided her. this led to her thinking that people just don't want to be around her, and that they weren't wrong for it

- psstyourbonesarewet anon

wet bone anon. watch out. im coming for you. you arent gonna see it comonv.

[xyxofspades]

Has anyone written a character study about Castiel and his predisposition to addiction yet?? Like I don’t mean just endverse!Cas- I mean aaaaaaall of Cas.

Yeah sure in endverse with the drugs and the sec and the etc etc but throughout the series Cas doesn’t seem to understand how to handle human luxuries and so when he’s at his lowest he indulges in really normal things like TV, but he does it so derangedly indulgently.

In S11 when he’s Casifer and we see him in his head when Crowley pops in there to try and pull him out he is glued to that little TV he’s got. He says Lucifer “mostly leaves him alone” and with the way he talks it sounds like he is literally not processing anything except what’s on that TV. He’s not processing Lucifer Rowena’s death, whatever the hell Lucifer was doing to Crowley that whole time, the attempts on the Winchester’s lives. Dude was not seeing any of it.

And that’s not the first time he’s done that either. In the season prior when Rowena had basically given him rabies, after he’d healed, he stuck himself to the TV in the bunker watching show after show on Netflix and trash cable. He’d seemed to develop a sort of agoraphobia and coped with it via television addiction.

Then there’s the scene in early season whatever number I can’t remember where the term “Team Free Will” was coined for the first time. Cas’s famous line of “I found a liquor store.” “And?” “And I drank it.” Cas seeing nothing but hopelessness in the face of the coming apocalypse decided to indulge himself in the human luxury of alcohol. This is the beginning of the timeline leading to the endverse but it still happens in the canon timeline.

Season 5(?) (same season?) (dude idk it’s been a while) around the time all those reapers were gathering Cas said something along the lines of “the world is ending, pick a vice and stick to it” and I cannot for the love of god remember what episode it’s in but if I find it I’ll edit this post.

And of course we all love Cas from that time he absolutely lost his shit and went around doing side quests like beekeeping- but Cas was doing all that as a coping mechanism for the guilt of releasing the leviathans. The sudden shift in personality, the listening to music in the car while Dean puts a lid on his exasperation, pondering the importance of lipstick, the boop he gives Kevin- all human things, or at least things he perceives to be human.

When Cas becomes human he throws himself into this little job at a gas station. He takes absurd, meticulous care of this gas station like he’s preening some sort of million dollar garden. It’s not about the job though, it’s about the humanity of the job. The human experience of working a garbage job for near nothing pay, that’s what he’s hooked into.

The bees, the TV, the minimum wage job, and of course the sex and drugs of the endverse- Every single time we see Castiel at a low point in the show, without fail, he throws himself into a new “humane” addiction. As much as I hate the finale I do think it’s fits his pattern for the last human vice he allows is to be Dean, himself.

There’s so much more little bits and pieces throughout the show I could bring up to touch on this, but these are just the ones off the top of my head. If anyone at all has a character study or a fic about this I would love to read it. The only fics I’ve found that ever touch on this are all about endverse and the sex and drugs thing- which is fine, but it goes so much further than that. If anyone else wants to add to this post please please please- there can be SO MUCH to be said about an angel of the lord with an addiction- honest to god addiction- to humanity.

[viric-dreams]

Someone made the joke and I had to do a redraw.

Even if he could talk about it to anyone, who's going to possibly believe that Shaw's trying to kill him. Yeah, that guy. The sad-looking professor. He killed the King of Belgium. No, really, stop walking away this is serious--

[secriden]

*cracks knuckles* Okay lets talk about the elephant in the room: Style going to the support group for those who've suffered loss and telling what appears to be a fake story about losing his pet dog.

I'm going to point out a few things that I think provide a framework for Style's actions here. Not because I think it excuses what he did, but because I think a nuanced read is what the character deserves.

Point 1: An irresistible opportunity

The subs put the "Support Group for Loss" on the image in the notebook, but I'm not sure there's anything to suggest that Style would've known that was what this image represents until he showed up and saw the sign on top of the door.

In episode 2, Bison says, "He plans everything down from years, months, weeks to days" and then tells Kant:

So Style is literally just going to addresses/locations at given days and times, potentially not knowing what to expect. And as much as Fadel is certainly attending this meeting as a response to having that heartbreaking flashback (😭), this is also something he attends regularly and has planned to attend way in advance. So Style has no reason to think Fadel is attending this meeting because of a recent resurfacing of his pain.

What we, the audience, and what the characters know are very different things.

Now, should Style have turned his cute ass right around once he realised what this meeting was? Of course he should. But that wouldn't have been true to Style's character. We've been told by his best friend that he is "crazy" and been shown repeatedly that he lives right up to that description.

Style is impulsive. He's all base instinct and he acts on his desires without thought or contemplation. And by this point he is desperate for a deeper connection with Fadel. He's fascinated, captivated by the mystery that is Fadel and this is an excellent opportunity to finally see behind the wall Fadel so carefully maintains.

When Style sees the sign above the door, Style looks at the notebook (which, again, shows nothing but people sitting in a circle with the words RISE UP) like he's just realising what it means. He then gets this amused, almost rueful look on his face (like he's thinking "am I really going to do this?") before it shifts to determination and he walks through the door.

(My soul for the ability to once again gif something because FUCK Dunk is doing SO MUCH in this show!!)

To Style, this is just too good of an opportunity to give up.

Because let's be real, Fadel is so clearly lying and hiding something:

Fadel is shady as FUCK. He is simultaneously actually a really good cook (Style finally tries his burger so he knows, now), and also has the skills to work at a strip host club, and also can take on 3 guys in a fight, and also can break a man's arm with his thighs. Can you honestly blame Style for losing his mind just a little bit about wanting to get his hands on something, anything, to figure this man out?

Style is being absolutely consistent in his persistence to understand Fadel. This isn't about the car or about finally 'winning' the fight (thank you @airenyah for giving such a detailed framework to understand what Style's been doing until this point) anymore. This is about Style wanting to know Fadel himself.

Point 2: The potential implications of the setting

Now, what might give us a bit of insight as to why Style is this way? I have a theory (albeit one that could prove to be very wrong, but hear me out). I think this whole entire show is set in what could potentially be quite a small town/suburb.

There's a few things that make this theory plausible:

(1) Fadel and Bison are in hiding after Bison blew their previous cover. They're probably on the run from some section of the authorities and so it makes sense to settle in a quiet/out of the way place.

(2) Style seems to be really familiar with the people in the area. Like he grew up there and its the kind of small town where everyone knows everyone and everyone is in everyone else's business.

(3) Style is clearly the darling of the market aunties and uncles.

Style just lost her a sale and potentially a loyal customer, and she's still rooting for him? In episode 2, when Style asks the uncle to let him borrow his cart, it takes nothing but his word for the uncle to give Style his entire cart of produce for his ridiculous scheme.

Style is so clearly someone they all know well and have great affection for, and a very plausible explanation for this is that they all watched him grow up and the entire market (town/village) is fond of him.

And honestly?? Yeah, we see the way Style is actually quite sweet in that careless, guileless, thoughtless way. He goes the extra mile to fix his mistake with Fadel by replacing his car parts for free in episode 1. He helps out by taking orders in episode 2 without being asked and takes it seriously. In episode 3, he tries to drive more business to Fadel's store (bless him, he so clearly does NOT understand how restaurants work, but he MEANS well!!), and can we all acknowledge that it works?? He understands how to appeal to potential customers in the area because he knows the people there. It's not (entirely) his fault that Fadel wasn't remotely prepared for an actual rush crowd and Bison was off getting kinky with Kant and not doing his (fake) job. He is so clear about not judging Fadel's host job and tries his hardest to help him (to absolutely NO effect, but still) when the 3 guys gang up on Fadel.

Style is so loved and more importantly so very loveable.

Point 3: What this could mean for Style's character

So, potentially, Style is someone who grew up in a small town, who has been well loved, potentially spoiled and coddled, but also very much kept within the confines of the narrow viewpoint that a quiet, country town places on you.

It's in the way his dad scolds him as if he was still a child when he's at least in his mid to late 20s. It's in the way Style was so mad at Fadel for scolding him ("thanks for the lecture, dad"), like that hit a sore point for Style. It's in the way no one in the market takes him seriously; they're fond, but he's still a kid in their eyes. It's in the way he has an abundance of free time like he doesn't REALLY need to work at his dad's shop. It's in the way he sees Fadel beat 3 guys up with ease, starts wondering if Fadel is an assassin or a hitman, and is completely unfazed like he doesn't quite have a handle on reality.

It's in the way his best friend is a man who has no qualms about lying to him and putting his life in danger, and how Style seems to have no other friends or people (aside from his dad) in his life.

@wuxian-vs-wangji made a comment to me about Style being desperate for a meaningful connection, and I think she hit the nail on the head. Because along comes Fadel, a mysterious stranger with a suspiciously versatile set of skills who is also very hot and keeps giving Style these wonderfully complex reactions? Who sometimes wants nothing to do with Style, but at other times seems to be at war within himself about desperately wanting him? Who treats Style with anything but apathy?

This is catnip to Style; he never had any hope of resisting this.

Breaking news: Style is a complex and imperfect character...

Here's the thing, though: he was never going to try. The show has been incredibly upfront about who Style is as a person. Regardless of whether I'm correct about why he is this way (ie. that he is very much the product of the environment that didn't know how to handle a kid with Style's personality), episode 3 shouldn't have surprised anyone about Style. He's been incredibly consistent and true to himself.

He wants Fadel and he's "crazy" enough to go all in, no holds barred about it, and the Support Group was the biggest doorway to finally discovering something REAL about Fadel.

And its not just about sex or to prove his superiority anymore. Because if it was just that, then Style would have reacted very differently to their first time.

In this scene, Style is pleased and evidently enjoying himself, but he isn't exuberant. He isn't overcome with joy. If anything, he was more happy and excited when Fadel let him help out in the diner (I mentioned this in the tags in this post too) than he was when Fadel is literally fucking him. He lets Fadel set the pace; barely moves to touch Fadel except to hold him close. Almost like he doesn't want to accidentally mess this up, like he's worried he'll take too much, so he'll take what Fadel gives him and no more (please appreciate @braceletofteeth's amazing tags on this post). For a character that has been so aggressively on the offensive, this is shocking until you realise that sleeping with Fadel - while it's a step in the right direction - isn't Style's end goal anymore.

And he makes that abundantly clear in this episode:

Does Style even fully realise the weight of this desire? I doubt it. But I do believe that Style is in earnest. He doesn't fully understand his own feelings, but he also doesn't really care to either. All he knows is that he wants Fadel, wants his attention and his passion and his focus and his heart.

...but Style is also kind of, sort of, perfect.

Because he's exactly, precisely, breathtakingly exactly what Fadel needs.

Because Fadel is hurt and broken and bleeding inside. Because Fadel is barely holding it all together for Bison's sake, but has already given up hope for any true happiness for himself. Because Fadel can't trust anyone or anything in his life, when he's been used and used and used by the family who should've loved and cared and protected him.

Because it's going to take nothing short of this kind of unwavering, unshakable, uncomplicated determination to give Fadel even a chance of healing and opening his heart to love again.

[triglycercule]

dust and horror angel and demon themes,,,, they could totally parallel each other...... :3

dust=angel of death described in the delta rune prophecy (self declared) (i DEFINITELY elaborated on this one waayyyy before but anyways dust with a fucked up savior complex SAVE ME SAVE ME.... death is a blessing ass guy. life is torment and he will be the one to liberate monsters from their bodies and with the strength they provide to him be able to take down evil evil creation of pure misery that is the human ✨✨✨ dont worry his evil cackles are to HIDE HIS PAIN of saving everyone....... trust)

horror=demon that dragged everyone in horrortale into hell (as perceived by everyone else) (i think it would be a cool hc if everyone outside of snowdin viewed horror as literally a demon. maybe undyne preaches that. anyone outside of snowdin might be WAYYY worse because they starve for longer and literally take part in cannibalism so they might not have the same sort of mild sanity that snowdin residents do,,,, besides he DID kinda bring them all eternal suffering. kinda. nobody but undyne knows what happened at the core so she could totally just paint the story to blame horror fully)

ANYWAYS i like the possible dynamics this could have :333

dust to horror (please let me kill you PLEASE let me kill you i can end it all so peacefully wouldn't it be nice??? i promise ill make it quick just for you),,, horror to dust (i want you to live and suffer with what youve done i want you to watch all of your choices hit you one day and i'll be there and laugh at you. i'll keep you alive just to keep you suffering ok?)

OR dust to horror (you dont deserve to die you dont deserve to even be hurt by me. not because youre the exception but youre the Exception i absolutely loathe you so youll never get the sweet release of death :3) and horror to dust (just let me die already i dont wanna be here. youre supposed to be a savior right??? an angel?? then why don't you save me already when i need it more than anyone else)

[icewindandboringhorror]

boy in silly sitting positions compilation

[batsplat]

if more people knew Herstory (aka 2004 season and sete&vale) so many questions wrt 2015 season(mostly “why would vale….”) would immediately be answered addfghjk like guysssss guyssssss

it is kinda funny that there's a simple cheat code out there to understanding most of valentino's career but it's just about long enough ago that most people simply... ignore it. like there's a three year span that more or less tells you what you need to know about him. it's like you say! pretty much every possible "why would vale..." secretly has a straightforward answer, and 9/10 it's something that was established in 2003 to 2005. simple as

if anything it's almost annoying because it's too easy. the 2004/2015 stuff in particular is incredibly funny. oh, so you say you have a controversial last lap at assen where valentino beat a rival in direct combat and said rival reacted surprisingly poorly, making valentino reevaluate his relationship with the rival? might that tell you something about how a seed of suspicion once sown can remain dormant for months until valentino is given cause to revisit it? valentino quite literally says in his biography that he could never have hated biaggi because he wasn't a friend and didn't have the power to hurt him... the sepang pressers thing is genuinely just silly, I know this is mainly a function of when they happen in the calendar but what a bizarre coincidence. 2015 is like a slightly more opaque funhouse mirror version of 2004 - but so many of the major beats are virtually identical. which means you've got a season Out There where a younger less experienced less guarded less cynical valentino basically walks you through his internal processes so you get a really good handle of what his deal is. he's piecing together his identity as a competitor going forwards in real time - and then in 2015 he just reminds you of what exactly that identity involves. it's a reaffirmation and not a departure... he's not that inscrutable after all, in the end