title: please don’t call me pretty.
alt universe- ‘king’ steve harrington is pretty much not the king here.
CW: negative self-talk, slight mention of self harm, self esteem issues, mentions of bullying, mentions of child abuse, and restrictive eating.
‘pretty’ was a word steve would absolutely not use to describe himself.
in fact, he’d never been called pretty before. not once. he was called the opposite, quite often.
of course he knew he wasn’t great looking; wasn’t outstanding or worthy of mentioning, but he didn’t think he was so bad he needed to be made fun of for it.
no one does. but he was.
ugly was a word he heard every day in middle school, and then home wasn’t any better. fat was a common word there.
“cut your hair, ugly,” people would sneer in his face. shove him into lockers, corner him in the library, single him out in p.e.; anything they could do to get their hands on him, they would.
numerous times he showed up at his home with a black eye, marks on his face, cut lips, bruised ribs; limping his way home.
“maybe you should see a doctor about your weight, steven. lose some weight?”
“that shirt seems to be fitting too tight, doesn’t it, steven?”
“yes mother,” he would respond. and so he slowly began to work out more, began lying about eating at school and saying he ate a big lunch. skipping meals became a bad habit, but at least he was seeing results.
and after years and years of being told he was ugly, unattractive, fat; he kept believing it. he didn’t think he would ever stop since in the mirror it was all he saw.
now at eighteen, a senior in his second semester of high school, he still thought he was ugly even though he’d gotten notes slipped into his locker a few times. thought he was fat although his cheeks were sunken in, and his ribs could be seen. he was tall enough now that the bullying stopped. he was finally big enough to intimidate and to get people to back off.
so he kept to himself. he wasn’t being cornered in the library anymore, and it became a safe place for him to sit during his free time.
that is where he met his boyfriend, eddie. and eddie was the first one ever to call him attractive. to point out how he never ate. to ask about his days, his home life, his grades, his everything.
of course he liked it. but it felt too good to be true. how could a boy like eddie love someone like him? it didn’t make sense.
“you’re so pretty,” eddie murmured to him the first time he’d spent the night at his trailer. it was 11am on a saturday morning, and the boys had slept in late. steve laid in his arms and looked into his brown eyes then down to the soft smile on his lips. but he himself was not smiling.
getting a compliment for the first time ever felt off. it didn’t feel right. he didn’t deserve one. he was too big, took up too much space, his hair was too frizzy, his acne was too bad, he was too-
“steve?” he called softly. he pulled steve out of his thoughts.
“please don’t call me pretty.” and he slowly crawled out of his arms, laying down but facing away from him.
“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you upset. i- what do-“ he was cut off.
“it’s not you, i don’t think,” he said, curling in a tight ball, “i’ve just never been called that before. it feels weird.” 
“you’ve never been called pretty? steve, you’re gorgeous,”
he was in disbelief. not only was he pretty, but he was gorgeous?
“what?” he sat up, turning to him.
“i think you’re like one of the prettiest people i’ve seen. you’re so beautiful, steve. inside and out,”
“but- what? i-i’m ugly. i need to lose weight. my scars-“
“-do not change how pretty you are. and you do not need to lose weight. you’re so skinny, honey. and you’re not ugly,”
“w-what?” he weakly stuttered out. he was shocked.
“you don’t believe me?”
“i… no,” he told him.
“i’m so sorry,” he said back, grabbing his hands and giving a gentle squeeze, “you deserve to be told nice things. i want to tell them to you,”
steve gave a squeeze back, his eyes filling with tears. this was the first time he was ever given a sincere apology.
“i love you,” steve said. and it was the first time he genuinely meant it.
“i love you too,” eddie replied. and steve finally believed something he was told. he was pulled into a hug, and he cried on his bare shoulder for about twenty minutes before calming down.
“i’m going to tell you nice things every day until you believe them, okay?”
he nodded. not like he could stop eddie from doing that, anyway.
“starting with this,” he said, cupping his cheeks, “you are so, so pretty.”
and for once in his life, he finally believed it.
steve harrington was pretty.
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cw: mention of previous abuse, dad Dabi, mom reader, mention of childbirth, angst
new dad touya that doesn’t know how to deal with his son. he’s growing too fast and his smiles are so big, but he’s still not sure how to just be with him.
touya isn’t abusive in the slightest, not like his shit for brains dad. he can acknowledge, after you’ve drilled it into his head on cold nights where you had to hold his quivering cheeks in your hand, that he’s better. that he’s trying. that he’s a great dad.
he doesn’t really believe it. it’s hard to believe that he’s a great dad when his son, still covered in that fresh newborn smell, stares up at him with matching azure blue eyes, the little shit, and he finds it hard to smile back. it’d be easier to smile back if he could guarantee a life with no trauma, with the perfect pair of parents, that he’d love him as much as his tiny little face deserved.
touya can still hear the labor and delivery nurse tell him that he must’ve gotten on your nerves for the baby to look so much like him, and that they’ve never seen a baby that fresh out the womb smile so big at their dad. he hands the little bundle back to you, and glares at the nurse who hands him a tissue. he takes it anyway.
touya loves his son. so goddamn much that it hurts, but, he doesn’t know how to be a dad. and he knows that you don’t know how to be a mom either, that it’s a learning process for the both of you. but he’s so scared—he’s terrified that he’ll fuck up this innocent brat with his ruin. with his scars and history and the want to better but never knowing how to just be.
so he leaves. it’s the day after your sons first birthday that you celebrated together in your home.
you thought everything was okay, that he was starting to get the hang of being a dad. he did everything right, why couldn’t he stay? he sat on the floor with your son and changed his diaper and made him giggle those addicting baby giggles? he carried your son everywhere whenever he cried after being sat down without a single complaint? he helped him open his birthday presents? he didn’t smash the cake in his face, only swiped a little icing on his sons nose to hear that addicting baby giggle? he held your son like he could never let him go?
how could he just go like this? you thought he was finally learning and accepting how to be a dad? what happened?
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I am reminded once again how I wish that we were shown more of Giyuu's backstory. I would understand it better if he was a normal guy whose parents are alive, but Giyuu's the opposite of that, his backstory is actually really sad in hindsight too.
From what I remember, the fanbook tells us how he lost his parents to an illness when he was young, leaving only him and his sister Tsutako. Their parents left some money for them to be able to survive, but surely, that still can't be easy. Tsutako must have had a lot on her shoulders while taking care of Giyuu.
and I wonder how Giyuu must have felt during those times, was he too young to process all of it, or did he feel like a burden to his sister? Is that one of the underlying reasons why he felt guilty for what happened to Sabito and Tsutak? Some of these stuff were definitely implied in the main story, but I just wish they showed us more of it!
And just when Tsutako is finally about to get married, she lost her life to a demon because she chose to protect Giyuu, and Giyuu tried to tell the townspeople about what happened but they didn't believe him. His distant relatives instead planned to take him away because they believe he is mentally ill. So without any choice, Giyuu ran away, nearly diied in the mountains but was founded by a hunter and later taken in by Urokodaki. The rest is history.
Considering how training takes about two years, and Giyuu was 13 years old when he took the final selection. I would guess that he’s probably around 11 yrs old when all of that happened to him.
Like that was a lot of stuff. Giyuu clearly had a rough childhood, but that wasn't shown in the main story at all and was just summarized in one taisho secret. :(
I wanted to see more of his relationship with Sabito and especially Tsutako. I really really hope we get a spin off or a light novel chapter that can help further flesh out the rest of his backstory, because it's just way too interesting not to.
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