Too lazy for a title

they absolutely have that quietly devastating, “i would kill for you and then feel bad about it later—but not that bad” kind of love and no one can convince me otherwise. like. they are so insanely emotionally bonded in a way that is not normal for two teenage boys who allegedly just became friends after someone got the lights knocked out of them.

like we’re talking about a boy (suho) who deadass let this scrawny genius rage-robot (sieun) into his orbit, no questions asked, no judgment, just stood beside him like “oh you’re a problem? cool, i fight problems.” and then somehow in the process became his safe place. became the first person sieun chooses to look at when shit goes south. and you know sieun doesn’t choose anyone lightly. this is a boy who calculates every move like a chessboard but when suho’s involved, it’s all instinct. all gut. all heart.

and suho??? please. that man fell so hard and so fast it was like watching a building implode. he started off like “i guess i’ll babysit this guy before he gets himself killed” and then suddenly it’s “don’t you ever touch him again or i will end your life.” not in the dramatic anime way but in the terrifying, i’m dead serious way. suho and sieun dont threaten, they promise.

they have that kind of love that doesn’t need to be named because it’s in the way suho always steps between sieun and a threat, in the way sieun never panics unless it’s suho who’s bleeding, in the way they look at each other like the world’s gone quiet for a second. you know that meme “don’t do it, you’ll catch feelings,” and the other person’s already caught? yeah. that’s them. only suho caught feelings and then built a fucking fortress around sieun to protect him from the rest of the world. and sieun keeps trying to pretend he doesn’t need it even though he never moves out of its shadow.

they don’t say “i love you.” they say “you’re not alone anymore.” they say “let’s go home.” they say “i’ll take the fall if it means you walk away.” like are you KIDDING. they invented ride or die. they breathe it.

La Belle Dame Sans Merci by Frank Dicksee but with merthur

[Part one]

Was just going to be a quick sketch to add on as a bonus to the first post but it kinda took on a life of its own lol

Coming up with sleep-talk for stiles is just too much fun! Context for the curious under the cut

Gather up all of the crew!

It's time to ship out Bink's brew!

Wave good-bye, but don't you cry

You made me cry when I was 12, then you made me bawl at 30.