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my old worst fear: they are going to make Eddie the straightest man alive
my new worst fear: they are going to make me cry forever about the various ways his life was sad as shit and the fact that he did die in that stupid town
#they also made him the straightest man alive#but luckily#that sign canât stop me because I canât read#eddie munson#stranger things#flight of icarus
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Open The Introduction To Dragongate by Scar The Skelly [Z-BRATS]
Next up, Z-Brats! I've had to put the notes under a read more because I have too much to say about Shun. Whoops.
Presentation Notes
Shun Skywalker
Has said that if he ever lost his mask, not just Shun Skywalker but Shun Watanabe would cease to exist (that he would stop wrestling all together â but let me stress this, Shun Skywalker is not a man you should trust at all, he lies a lot).
When I say âoddâ I mean he used to wear a very bright green bodysuit and mask (known to fans as the frog suit) and would startle his opponents by doing this weird arms out pose and yelling âSKYWALK!â He also used to walk and stand in a weird way, which you might think was just how he is, and that itâs rude of me to mention this, but it was an intentional decision as it has returned alongside the bodysuit in his latest run as top nutcase of the promotion.
He may have seemed like he was a normal dude during his time as the leader of Masquerade until the Mascara Contra Mascara match of 2021, but itâs hard to ignore how Masqueradeâs wore Venetian masks (to disguise their true selves) and performed an unnaturally perfect group entrance. This all being Shunâs creative decisions.
If you want to know more about Shun, please check out this video by gutsdozer, it was the video that got me into Dragongate.
A beginners guide to Shun Skywalker
An analysis of Shun Skywalker vs Jason Lee from 2022
Shun Skywalker interview
By him acting like a cult leader I mean heâs manipulative, possessive, toxic, hypocritical, eccentric and loud.
Shun Skywalker is not the straightest man on the roster, and I swear Iâm not mentioning this because of my own preferences when it comes to what I like in my wrestling. This is a legitimately significant element to his character that you need to know about. The most obvious example of this is his relationship with Jason, which can be read as an abusive romantic relationship. This is merely a reading and not explicitly canon, but it certainly feels canon given the amount of support this reading has been given. This includes: Kzy on commentary comparing Shunâs behaviour to an ex-boyfriend showing up at their ex-girlfriendâs place of work just to âcheck up on themâ, Strong Machine J straight up saying on commentary âladies, donât date a man like Shun Skywalkerâ, Jae on English commentary consistently making similar comparisons and even an article on Yahoo! News reading âJason Lee breaks free from his deranged ex-boyfriend to join Natural Vibesâ. Shun himself regularly uses romantic language and songs when talking or posting about Jason. Back before Jason returned to him, he would talk about how even though Jason had âbroke his heartâ he only loves him more and knows Jason will come back to him eventually, which he did. Jason is not the only man heâs made these sorts of advances towards, his most notable other target being Jacky Kamei. At a contract signing once, Shun said that he wanted to run away with Jason and Kamei and get married to them. He has a âtypeâ of man he likes to go after: cute face, deep thinker when it comes to their wrestling, pleasant but also capable of being malicious. This could be seen with his targeting of Yuki Ueno at All Together.
For the longest time he was billed at much smaller than he weighs, assumedly because every time they tried to weigh him, he just teleported away. So, he was 90 kg up until Dead or Alive 2024 where he was billed at 100 kg.
Has been compared to a variety of different animals throughout his career, from a falcon to a jellyfish to a goat and even a mosquito.
Yes, he pads his ass big time. I assume itâs because he lands on his butt for a lot of his moves. When you take off all the padding, he still has an impressive ass thoughâŚnot that I would know or anything hahahaha-
KAI
Yes, Seiya Sanada as in the Sanada currently in Just 5 Guys in New Japan.
Fun fact: He trained at Animal Hamaguchiâs gym and was close with Shingo Takagi.
The same Kai who caused the Dangerous Tekkers kiss, thank him later.
Jason Lee
Everyone in Natural Vibes really seemed to love Jason, all having a soft spot for him. He formed the dynamic trio J.J.J with Jacky Kamei and Strong Machine J.
As previously mentioned, he was a part of Kung Fu Masters, but has since said he never wanted to be in the "dumb comedy unit" and hated every moment of it.
Jason Lee Match Recommendations
Why you should be a Jason Lee fan
Jason Lee interview
Once again, I recommend watching gutsdozerâs video if you want to know more about the âJason Lee Sagaâ of 2022.
Used to occasional make appearances on English commentary alongside Jae when Ho Ho Lun was wrestling. Unfortunately, with his turn, it seems we wonât hear from him again. I personally hope he does just barge in when Ho Ho is gone and spend the time on commentary just shitting on everyone.
Borrows a lot of his heel traits from Shun.
ISHIN
He once had washboard abs but accepted the sumo genes and bulked up. He has said that he will never have the abs again and if anyone misses them, just to look at the pictures and video that exists of it and remember it that way.
Deceptively short, I thought he was much taller than he is (168cm or 5â6â).
ISHIN interview
Yoshiki Kato
The tap out didnât count as a win because thatâs not how exhibition matches work (you canât win or lose; itâs just a time limit 'show off your talents' match).
Kaito Nagano has since retired from pro-wrestling due to a culmination of injuries.
The proud owner of an emo fringe and a nice ass (not like Iâve been looking or anything).
I refer to Kato and ISHIN as Z-Bratsâ delinquents, just feels right.
Gianni Valletta
Additionally, he participated in The Real World Tag League 2019 with another DG roster member in Takashi Yoshida.
How do I know heâs on topic? Luis Mante and Dream Gate Champion sound the same in Maltese that they do in English.
#shun skywalker#kai#ishin#jason lee#yoshiki kato#gianni valletta#z-brats#dragongate#open the introduction to dragongate
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so officially finished kiwami 2, majima saga aside which won't take long. ignore how this isn't a screenshot, this was easier
i'm just gonna dump the thousand words or so of thoughts i put in my fic doc here for posterity and anyone who might get a kick out of reading them. lots and lots of messiness, vague spoilers for rgg online plus one itsy bitsy reference to the stage play
hot take that there were maybe some redeemable elements in the last bit (mainly all the times kaoru and ryuji talk to each other) but so much of it is so fucking stupid and full of HE WOULD NOT DO THAT (mainly kiryu). idk. i donât hate it but it needed some work
interesting things learned tho, ryuji didnât expect to live long, he says he made it further than he was expecting. as we now know from rggo, he already knew about his jingweonha connection and was actively ignoring it (which is why terada marks him for death in the first place. slot han in here?) and remembered the night where his father died (despite being like 2 at the time, at most). kiryu also reiterates that he sees nishiki in ryuji, which i think is fair (and the stage play people clearly agreed). âthe least i can do is honour a man like thatâ is an interesting attitude to have. also ryuji is like âi see why my sister fell fer yaâ which is not quite the japanese line (ish) but itâs also not the straightest thing heâs ever said. ryuji also very clearly would have doted on kaoru quite a lot, if theyâd lived together as children or otherwise, and i really think we missed out on seeing more of them. maybe iâm just soft for that kind of thing.
i feel like a more interesting conundrum would have been both ryuji and kiryu being wounded from their fight, delaying it again (cos theyâd done it once no reason not to do it again) but neither are moving the way they should and (believing the bomb is real) kaoru has to pick one to carry and one to leave behind. (maybe halfway down the stairs or smth?) it wouldnât be especially original but it would make more sense imo. her going down the lift does nothing but slow her down (ig she has access to the controls and doesnât use them for hashtag drama reasons) which i donât think fundamentally changes her position that much from before the second ryuji fight. it also gives her smth to fucking do that isnât just crying and grabbing fences and doing that dumbfuck charge that i donât think she would have done (her gun hadnât gone far! then again i have hindsight and am thinking clearer than she is). anyway kiryu pushes her to take ryuji (guilt over nishiki?) and locks them in the lift thingy and sends them down, fully ready to die now. his and ryujiâs wounds mirror each other but i feel like kiryu got the shorter end of the stick? plus he was shot slightly earlier so has been bleeding for longer.
i cannot say this enough, kiryu would not leave ryuji. like, he just wouldnât. if there was even a chance he was still alive, he would make sure he got to someone or he would at least try. heâs at his most inactive in cutscenes in kiwami 2 (i think) and itâs frustrating as a player asdfghjkl
ALSO if sudo and date and haruka went to the effort of preparing and going up in that helicopter, why didnât they also prepare a rope?? or smth to rescue people who were on top of the tower???? they clearly knew there was a bomb up there (beforehand or not is unclear but we donât see them have a conversation about it) and want kiryu and co. to leave. (and not MAKE OUT ON A ROOFTOP they were really going at it huh, ryujiâs ?corpse? is right fucking there guys oh and goda jinâs? he sort of vanishes from that last bit)
also it would have been kind of funny if, while there was still that ten minutes, everyone sprinted for the stairs and made it down and theyâre waiting for the building to blow and when it inevitably doesnât theyâre all just standing there checking their watches like is it late? did smth break? who wants to be the sucker and go check? can we call an ambulance for the two idiots? majima is down in the construction yard i think so heâd probably send nishida, maybe?
idk kiryu has no interest in kaoru to me. he treats her no differently to anyone else aside from the two times they kiss, both of which feel very out of character for him, and that romance subplot takes away any and all girlboss power kaoru had. she went from beating men up and threatening them with bokuto and shit to like, i love man, so sad. (they knew each other like a week!!!!!! and theyâre dying for each other!!!! give me a break!!!!!) thatâs not to detract from the awful fucking week she has of learning who her family are (some racism in there??? iâm not qualified to speak on that, maybe itâs just the gang thing, ) and then watching literally all of them die one after another. except mama, sheâs fine and never appears again. itâs very much aiming for a âshe can be a âwomanâ (i.e. be emotional and like cute things and not try and match the locker room attitude of the men) and also take namesâ but it doesnât succeed at that at all. from kiryuâs conversation with her on their little date thing (which is cute, iâll give it that) he was telling her to be true to herself, right? it's his go to line. which suggests that her kicking dudes in the face a lot and working incredibly hard (sheâs a prodigy, in multiple fields! this doesnât get explored enough) is NOT her true self, the one who plays with teddy bears and falls in love is. which, again, not that those two things canât co-exist, but the game doesnât allow them to either. just, ah. more wasted woman potential in a yakuza game. yayoi gets the same treatment :((( you gave me two step on me yakuza ladies and dropped the ball on both of them, come on guys. hopefully she gets to live a little in 8.
#me#ryu ga gotoku#i don't think i made a post like this for kiwami?#pretty sure i did for 0#anyway#thoughts on the game as a whole#i had fun#it has its issues but i definitely had a better time overall with it than kiwami#the side content was more my speed#cabaret minigame my beloved i did the whole thing in one straight shot#took me like a week and a half#also liked clan creator cos it was pretty funny in a dumb relaxing kind of way#tho the karaoke selection was kinda mid imo#zetsubouchou pride? banger#everything else (new to me)? meh#weirdest thing about the majima saga is watching majima do kiryu's animations#smth about that fucks with my brain#this is so long i'm so sorry#not queued
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alanjay for the ship meme!!
:/
anyways
Donât Ship It
1. Why donât you ship it?
-no chemistry. zero. none. sure they make good friends but imo at their cores jay's a doormat and alan's an asshole. jay's a people-pleaser and very morally upstanding and alan's routinely blowing up. shades of grey vs black&white. just can't see it. also jay's straight SO STRAIGHT THE STRAIGHTEST MAN ALIVE and happily married and alan's gay so <3
god also given The Shade (1997) #3 and the way jay posits that todd rice/obsidian is maybe "born bad" at one point in JSA 1999 hmmmm i have opinions about his opinions <3
2. What would have made you like it?
-nothing <3
3. Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?
-also no <3 they make good/decent friends at MOST. jay did allow alan to live in his guest room for a good while i won't fault him for that but alan's way too. alan for a long term relation of any kind. facts.
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Esmund the Protector Headcanons!!
I love Garroth, so it'd make sense for me to love Esmund too right?
Esmund was probably the strongest guy known to man, this bitch literally wore gold fucking armor, that's bound to be some heavy ass shit.
Esmund had shield magicks and he was very, very skilled at using it
Esmund HAD to have at least been Bisexual-
Esmund and Irene actually had a thing going BEFORE Shad came around and nerfed every chance Esmund had with Irene
Esmund and Shad fought a lot with and without Irene there, Esmund won most of them..just sayin'
Esmund is one of the most powerful divine warriors
Esmund was the divine warrior guards prayed to for protection on the battlefield instead of Irene
Esmund was a possessive, controlling and jealous guy and I won't hesitate to say thatđ¤ˇââď¸
While Esmund was all those things^^ He was also a very nurturing person who whole heartedly protected those who had to be protected, he held great love for his friends and family and was always there for people to lean upon
Esmund was most DEFINITELY a Scorpio, and I'm not saying that because I headcanon that Garroth is.
Esmund didn't really like flowers all that much
Esmund was the best cook out of all the divine warriors and they all fought over the food whenever he cooked, Irene broke all the fights of course
Esmund had a very low body temperature and was cool to the touch.
Esmund held a great admiration towards animals of all types, he often enjoyed walking through the forest and looking at all the different types of creatures that lived there
Everything Esmund owned was either Gold or fucking gold.
Esmund's eyes are a deeper shade of blue than Garroth's
When Esmund moved on from Irene he had only two relationships after that, he had a child with an unknown woman from O'Khasis and then had another relationship with an unknown man somewhere in the Ru'aun region
Historians definitely pictured him as the straightest man alive, then were surprised to find Esmund's journal where he talked about said relationship with unknown man
Esmund was very polite but, unlike Garroth, could come up with the most hurtful insults in a second
One of Esmund's insults toward Shad made the destroyer cry for a week, the other warriors made fun of Shad for so long after that
One of Esmund's proudest moments^
Esmund has a long scar from his nose all the way to his left ear from protecting Enki from a Shadow Knight
Esmund didn't really use a sword, very rarely was he ever seen with one, like his descendant he used his brute fucking strength to defeat enemies with his shield
Esmund was totally a sucker for puppies
Esmund totally had a thing for Shad, but he hated him too much for taking away Irene to act on it
I have a feeling Esmund really, really liked watermelons
He seems like the type to really, really like summer too
Esmund was surprisingly very graceful on the battlefield, light on his feet and his red cape flowing behind him
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Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Harry is pining. We also have a pining Louis fic rec list here and a mutual pining fic rec list here, if youâre interested. If you enjoy this rec list, please support it by giving it a like and a reblog to spread the word. Happy reading!
1) Could Be Kissing My Fruit Punch Lips | Explicit | 4554 words
Harry happens upon a porn site that specializes in live videos and sort of falls in love with the cute boy he only knows as Kitty.
And then he gets the surprise of his life when he finds out Kitty attends his university...
2) Put You On Repeat, Play You Everywhere I Go | Explicit | 8290 words
Harry is a college radio show host and Louis is a contemporary dancer attending said college. After a drunk hook-up, naturally a whole bunch of pining, dedicated love songs and make-out sessions on dance studio floors ensue.
3) Focal Point | Mature | 8935 words
By the time you read this, Iâll be gone, so donât bother looking. Last night was lovely, Harry, Iâm sure you agree. Sorry to run, but thatâs just how life works sometimes, Iâm sure you understand. Donât forget about me. xx P.S. Thanks for the money.
4) Sit Next To Me | Mature | 12299 words
Harry Styles of One Direction always gets what he wants. Well, nearly always. What he canât seem to figure out is why the very fit man who comes to assist Liamâs tattoo artist seems to have zero interest in him. Is Louis Tomlinson the straightest man alive? Or does Louis showing up for every show on tour mean something more is going on? Â
5) Doesn't Have To Be A Real Thing | Explicit | 12532 words
In which Harry helps Louis get over his ex and it kind of becomes a regular thing. Itâs totally casual â they have an understanding. But what happens to Harry when Nick reappears in Louisâ life?
6) Love Is Like This; Not A Heartbeat, But A Moan | Explicit | 13150 words
In which Harry loves Louis, but Louis has been cold to him ever since he presented as an omega at age fifteen.
Eight years later, Louis approaches Harry with a request, and who is Harry to deny him?
7) Wake Me Up With It | Mature | 13699 words
The one where Louis makes Harry tell him a kink he's never gotten to try out, and then he offers to do it with him, which leads to Harry's heart exploding afterwards when Louis seems to have meant it as a one time thing. Featuring a pining Harry, a scared Louis, and an excessive use of the word baby.
8) A Love Reaction | Mature | 15802 words
It's never been a thing. Not until now.
9) Dance Like Warriors On A Battlefield | Explicit | 20028 words
Down in the arena, the triumphant gladiator places his foot on the back of the loser, holding him there as he waits for instruction on his next move. Kill or let live. Itâs barbaric, really, the bloodlust involved in this sport. Louis is pretty sure that if it wasnât for his distaste for the killing there would be a lot more blood soaking that sand.
As it is, his father rarely gives the kill order anymore. He gives the order to let the loser live. Louis rolls his eyes, turning away. He doesnât miss the way the gladiatorâs eyes linger on him.
10) A Springtime's Wilt, An Autumn's Bloom | Explicit | 25953 words
Harry is Louis' personal chauffeur, and although he hides his feelings for his boss behind a wall of rigid professionalism, Louis still manages to squeeze through the cracks.
11) I Didn't Fall For You (You Fucking Tripped Me) | Explicit | 20681 words
These days Louis tends to steer clear of dating alphas. Heâs dated too many knotheads in his time, and heâs ready to just focus on school and his friends and his pet monitor lizard, of course. Too bad the alpha next door wonât take a hint and stop using the worst pick up lines of all time on him. Heâs really got to stop laughing with him--and talking to him and walking to class with him and letting him bring him coffee and tea and gifts for his lizard and watching Netflix together and...
12) England Has My Bones | Explicit | 24087 words
The next time Harry thinks about calling, itâs 4.14 in the morning on a Parisian hotel balcony.
13) Indestructible | Explicit | 24243 words
âHi,â Harry murmurs, and Louis hiccups out a sob.
âHi,â he manages, still clutching onto Harryâs shoulders. Harryâs fingers drift across Louisâ cheeks, and thereâs something off about Harryâs expression, but Louis canât figure out what it is.
âIâm okay,â Harry says, and Louis is going to say something to that, even if he doesnât know what, except Harryâs kissing him.
Louis freezes.
14) To Be Loved (And To Be In Love) | Mature | 30227 words
The one where Louisâs popular, Harryâs not and they bond by trying to get their friends together while accidentally matchmaking the entire school.
15) Not Quite | Explicit | 34163 words
Niall gives Harry an exasperated look, nodding slowly. âOkay...so do you want to explain why weâre hiring Louis? And do you want to explain it without making any mention of his soft hair or ample buttocks?â
16) And Touch Me Like You Never | Explicit | 35971 words
The one where Harry and Louis agree to be each other's New Year's kiss and it ends up being a lot more than they bargained for.
17) The Sweetest Incantation | Explicit | 40600 words
Harry is a witch who's still working on developing his powers and Louis is a werecat who falls into his life and turns it upside down.
18) Your Touch Shouldn't Make Me Feel Like This | Explicit | 48883 words
Uni AU in which Alpha Harry has been in love with his omega friend for the longest time and one motorbike trip to the countryside with Louis made him realize that he could no longer hold back his feelings.
19) Some Things Take Root | Explicit | 50269 words
AU. Louisâ ex doesnât get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage.
20) Social Cues | Explicit |Â 55860 words
To Harry, Louis was becoming as tangible and essential as music in his life. He still was a mystery but at the same time, he was one of the most real things Harry had. He just hoped he could live up to the image Louis probably had in his mind of him.
He could play the part, after all, what was published of him wasnât as detached from reality. He didnât think of himself as a rockstar cliche, although he couldn't deny he did sleep around, partied a lot, and did some drugs. But then again, wasnât that what the majority of his friends back in his hometown were doing at college?
Harry wanted to impress Louis, he didnât want to disappoint or leave his expectations unfulfilled, so heâd give him the full rockstar experience.
It was a very simple plan, what could possibly go wrong?
21) Amazing Sin | Explicit | 56034 words
The story of Louis âSteal Your Manâ Tomlinson.
22) You're Supposed To Be Smart. | Explicit | 83318 words
Louis is an oblivious idiot who get's high scores in exam and will probably graduate with flying colors and Harry Styles is a right idiot who swore to always protect Louis but can't ask him out on a date.
23) Your Name is Tattooed on My Heart | Explicit | 86809 words
Louis is ready to find the love of his life, but first he has to stop falling for the punk rocker next door.
24) Falling Into You | Mature | 143112 words
In the grand scheme of adolescence and boyhood, Harry was still working himself out, so far with little luck. But four things he could say for certain: 1) he'd been at the top of his class all through primary and secondary school, 2) he was the shittiest alpha to ever walk the earth, 3) Liam Payne never let him forget it, and 4) heâd been in love with this boy, Louis Tomlinson, ever since he was fifteen years old.
Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.
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Well since you specifically asked: Twiddler
âYah I like Eddie but heâs straight // BAD LUCK, HUH?â
âNo heâs notâ
âNO IM NOT??â
Shenanigans
Iâm dying right now, the olâ Harv(ey) stubbornly thinks that Edward fucking Nygma is s  t r a  I g ht love it. Still one of my fave convos weâve ever had.
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Eddieâs POV
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It had been about a year since he had joined the sort of halfway home that Bruce Wayne had opened up for Ex-Rogues. However Eddie was somewhat convinced the billionaire he now realized had been Batman the whole time (pfft, he totally could have figured that out⌠he just⌠hadnâtâŚ) rather liked having he, Harley, and Harv(ey) as a sort of odd band of roommates. And well⌠a literal mansion wasnât a bad place to stay in by any stretch of the imagination.
He certainly had expected (and been quietly and not so quietly jealous) that because Harv(ey) and Bruce had apparently been close as far back as when they were children, Wayne would certainly be ecstatic to have Two-Face hanging around. He still was a little bit taken a back that well⌠anyone would want him around.
But he really was trying to reform. Maybe part of it was because the routine had gotten boring and heâd started finding more quiet and less destructive games and puzzles more entertaining these days. Besides, he realized he could have more fun with such things when he wasnât being hauled back to Arkham because heâd taken things a little too far so often.
That being said, he had a new focus, a new goal.
And that was the previously mentioned Harv(ey) Dent. The giant, the absolute unit that towered over him.
Two souls for the price of one. Harvey was quietly intelligent (though sometimes a little bit delightfully oblivious), kind, and soft. Then Harv, he was bold, had a wonderfully fun fashion sense, and had a gravelly voice that admittedly caused Eddieâs mind to pull a blank at times.
They were a man that could have half their face burned to a crisp with acid and still be the only man that had been in Arkham (in Edwardâs opinion) that could really get it.
He still remembered the first time âtwo-faceâ had been escorted into Arkham, the sight of them had knocked the wind right out of him, completely stopped his plotting for his next attempt to outsmart Batman.
Sure, perhaps he had heard and sort of seen images of Harvey Dent, the famous distract attorney that had been nicknamed Gothamâs âwhite knightâ on the tiny, crappy TV they were occasionally allowed to watch when they were let out of their cells. But that never did him justice.
Seeing him here? Up close?
What a man. A handsome man, carved by angels and blessed by the devil
Now if only he could get Harv(ey) Dent to notice him.
Since that day heâd tried time and time again under the hope that maybe just maybe⌠this giant of a man would consider a relationship of sorts.
He tried to impress them with his vast intellect, sitting close to him and going off about any fact or subject he happened to know. He then tried to drill Harvey about his knowledge as a lawyer (which he thought also might just be interesting to know). They were certainly a good listener⌠and Harvey warmed up to talking about legal jargon and the pains of law school with Eddie eventually.
He was able to talk to Harv about their mutual love of fun patterns and bright colors and agreed that anyone who dissed it just didnât understand fashion. He also realized soon that Harv loved to talk when he was acknowledged, and Eddie was more than happy to encourage him to and lightly swoon at that voice.
However, they were still only on a âgood palsâ basis.
Which maybe Eddie could have accepted, except he caught Harvey staring at him at times, smiling slightly whenever Eddie would talk about what interested him. And Harv, he had gotten Harv to laugh a few times.
There was something there, he knew it, but for some reason he couldnât puzzle out, Dent wasnât acting on it.
It continued to this day. Harley had suggested to Edward he simply outright tell Harv(ey) Dent he was interested in them. But that wasnât fun or interesting, and certainly not as romantic as Eddie would like.
So, after years of frustration now, he decided heâd go to the one person who had known Harv(ey) Dent their whole life for advice.
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Bruceâs POV
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âSo, thatâs my dilemma.â Â Edward finished, pushing up his glasses in a very matter-of-fact way.
Bruce sighed. The only person who had ever rivaled his own stubbornness and⌠stupidity when it came to others having an romantic interest in them, was in fact Harv(ey) Dent. This would no doubt be difficult.
He wasnât even sure how he managed to get into a relationship with Clark and Diana, so he wasnât sure how much of a help heâd be trying to get Harv(ey) and Eddie to pair up.
âIâm decently sure heâs interested in you.â He replied.
âIâm quite sure too, however nothing I do seems to get them to do anything.â Eddie expressed, looking completely exasperated.
âhrrn....â Bruce grumbled thoughtfully. âWhat have you tried so far?â
âWell⌠Iâve given them gifts, flowers seemed like a sure-fire method- yet he seemed to somehow take them as a platonic gift.â
Bruce stared at Eddie for a long moment. âWho gives flowers platonically?â
Eddie shrugged.
Bruce sighed. âDammit Harvey⌠HarvâŚâ He mumbled under his breath. âI could try talking to them, get some better idea of whatâs going on their head, could be Harvey and Harv keep arguing on how they want to respond.â He suggested.
Eddie nodded thoughtfully. âThat may be the case, that is a possibility I had not considered⌠thank you for your assistance batmaâŚ.. ah⌠BruceâŚâ He corrected with a slight grin.
Bruce half smiled back.
Batman was on the case.
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âSo⌠HarvâŚ. HarveyâŚâ Bruce began wandering over to where they were sitting.
They were seemingly switching between drinking a hot coffee and a Frappuccino.
Harvey had complained more than once that because of their disagreements Harv ended up making them consume way too much sugar. Too much caffeine in this case it seemed.
Their eyes flicked over to him.
âHi Bruce.â
âWhatâs up Pretty Boy?â
Bruce sat down across from them. âEddie seems to be interested in you.â
Never hurt to be blunt with a lawyer.
Harvey snorted. âThatâd be nice⌠he is really cute butâŚâ
âIâm sure Eddie is straight, just our luck, right?â
Bruce had never been so shocked in all his life.
Straight?
EddieâŚ
Straight?! E d  d I  e.
Str a I ght, Edward Nygma E Nygam s t ra ight
The two concepts being put together caused a complete error in Bruceâs mind that was slowly beginning to fry.
Who could possibly conclude that Edward was s t r aight?
The riddlerâŚ. The riddler who for a while greeted Batman like he was lowkey interested in a literal love-hate relationship
Edward
Str a I ght.
âAre you⌠fucking kidding me?â Bruce ended up stammering before he even realized it. âHeâs not⌠at all!â
Harvey blinked at him a few times in surprise.
âWhat do you mean?â
Bruce gaped at them. They couldnât be serious.
âHarvey⌠I⌠Harv⌠he⌠heâs not exactly subtle about it. In fact heâs very open, very much out and proud, flaming even. Iâm sure heâd agree.â
Harvey looked at Bruce through squinted eyes. âAre you sure Bruce?â
âSure, maybe heâs a bit more flashy than your average guy, but that doesnât mean gay.â Harv added with a shrug.
âHe calls you handsome at least 3 times a day.â Bruce said still staring at Harv(ey) like they were absolutely insane.
âLots of people do.â
âHave you ever seen him even flirt with any women??â Bruce asked in disbelief.
âNo but⌠well thereâs always been more men in Arkham, and when do you even have time for that?â
Bruce was somewhere in-between wanting to laugh at them and slap them.
âHeâs given you flowers.â
âPretty sure heâs just being friendly.â
âFriendlyâŚâ Bruce wheezed.
This conversation was taking years off his life at this point. He shook his head and texted Edward.
âGet in here (the living room downstairs) Itâs importantâ
Edward slid in and sat peppily down on the couch with Bruce within a few minutes, causing Harv(ey) to look between Eddie and Bruce in confusion.
âYou rang Mr. Wayne~?â Eddie asked with a cheeky grin as he leaned his head against his hand.
âYou know what these men just said to me?â Bruce began folding his hands together.
âBruce noooâŚâ Harvey pleaded.
âNo no, I think he should know.â Bruce insisted.
Eddie raised his eyebrows comically high. âWell donât keep me waiting, whatâs the tea?â
Bruce cleared his throat. âThey said⌠theyâre sure youâre straight.â
Eddie stared at Bruce for a minute, eyes widening.
âMe?â He asked completely baffled.
Bruce nodded.
Eddie threw back his head and laughed until his face turned red and he had trouble breathing.
Harv(ey) looked on stiffly, feeling as if they had made a mistake somewhere as the dawning realization slapped them in the face.
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Harv(ey)âs POV
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It was bad enough they had put themselves in denial so far they had missed out starting something with the small bean-pole riddle-man much earlierâŚ
But now because they had convinced themselves Eddie was straight and therefore could have no interest in them⌠Eddie and Bruce were refusing to let them live it down.
And Bruce seemed to have gotten literally everyone in on the joke. Anyone Bruce hadnât told between his partners and his massive family, Eddie had told.
Harley had begun kissing Ivy in front of them while they both traded off saying âno homo thoâ between kisses until Harv(ey) groaned and left the room in a huff, leaving them both laughing maniacally.
Eddie had begun dramatically entering a room with a flourish announcing âLadies and Gentlemen, Guys, Gals, and Non-binary pals, the straightest man alive has arrived, you may all start the party.â
Even when they first slept together, Edward had started quietly laughing and mumbling about âhow straight, and very much not gay at all this occurrence was.â
Bruce hadnât been able to look at them in weeks without breaking out into a full on belly laugh at his expense, mumbling something along the lines of âThe Riddler, st r a I ght, good lord...â
On one hand they were happy Bruce was laughing more but god dammitâŚ
They felt a bit dumb about it to say the least.
âHow did we ever think Eddie was straight?â Harvey thought to himself.
âI donât fucking know. I really⌠really⌠donât.â                                             Â
Well⌠maybe giving everyone a little levity while still being able to date a cute red-head that seemed to know the strangest facts about almost everything that they could enjoy listening to him babble about for hours happilyâŚ. Was all worth it. Even if they were embarrassed by their comically stupid brand of denile.
#prompt fill#twiddler#two face x riddler#harvey dent#harv dent#edward nygma#e nygma#the riddler#batman#bruce wayne#two face#gotham rogues#dc villains#dc comics#fanfic#dc fanfic
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Thanksgiving Secrets
Fandom:Â Dream Daddy
Pairing: Background Hugo x Damien
Setting: Maple Bay
Warning: Erm ⌠Coming out? Swearing? I have no idea
Summary:Â After going to College, Lucien is invited for Thanksgiving with his Dad, Hugo and Ernest, however, Ernest hasnât been his normal self and some secrets are revealedÂ
Words: 4059
Requested: Nope, I wrote this last November in a book on a coach coming back from Walk Disney World Florida
Side note: Before I give my apologies, I AM A TRANS MAN, if anything in here sounds off or doesnât sound like how you expect a coming out story is, just remember, everyoneâs coming out story is different and I tried to do this the best I can.
Also I am so so sorry, I know I havenât uploaded in ages and I know there is no excuse but University is a bitch, my mental health is not good and my Grandmother (Who raised me) is pushing me to my limit and Iâm so close to cutting contact with her. Sorry to unload all that to you but Iâm trying my hardest to keep myself together and not just quit everything.
Here, have a cute Gif of Damien stroking a cat :) And sorry for any errors in the writing, itâs long and I still donât have anyone to read my stuff over for me :(
Growing up wasnât as bad as people thought it was, it just ⌠sucked. When people aged, they found their soulmates, got jobs, leave to see the world, people grow up in body and mind.
It was around the time that Lucien was in his final year of Highschool when his Dad and Hugo finally confessed their feelings to each other and became a thing, Ernest was still young and very much acting out.
Lucien was the quickest to accept it, he was a little hesitant at first seeing as it was just him and Damien through his entire life and his Dad wasnât exactly a stereotypical person, he may not act like it but when it comes to his Father, he is crazy protective over him and well, he didnât want to let him get hurt, however, over time, he realised just how much the two Cul-De-Sac Fathers loved each other.
Ernest on the other hand, he couldnât bring himself to accept the fact that his Father was dating, he couldnât accept that he could one day have a Stepbrother, he just couldnât accept any of it. The boy did everything to try and stop it, he acted out even more than usual, tried to split them up, he did whatever he could think of but no matter what, Damien would always treat him like he was his own son.
Now, a few years down the line, Lucien decided to prove every one of his disapproving teachers wrong and leave for College, all the while Ernest was stuck in his final year of Highschool, now, the pyromaniac delinquent was still one of his biggest features, something he was still well known as but the young Vega boy was actually a lot calmer than before and actually tried his hardest to settle down.
Damien and Hugo knew that Ernest never really had much of a problem with telling someone, even if it was through anger, how he felt and both Fathers had come to think that maybe the boy had completely reformed himself, figuring himself out, growing up from the mischievous boy they had watch destroy himself with hate and they both hoped that the boy would stay that way.
This year, the family decided to host Thanksgiving together, Lucien agreeing to travel down and stay for two weeks with them all while Damien tried to get as much time as he could from work for his Son. Luckily for Hugo and Ernest, the school boiler had decided to explode quite abruptly, leaving almost the entirety of the upper school, Hugo and Ernest area, flooded, giving them both the opportunity to stay at home for longer.
The day Lucien arrived home, he two Dad decided to meet him at the bus station, they had asked Ernest who had politely refused which was not much of a surprise to them, he barely left his room recently, he didnât say why but they expected it may have possibly been school work.
When they had arrived at the station and greeted Lucien very happily, they had both shrugged off his question of, âwhereâs the brat?â, stating that he was busy and found it difficult to put his stuff down, not wanting him to worry too much when he had only just got there.
When Lucien got to the house, he was more than happy to wave at all his old neighbours with a wide smile on his face, anyone from a mile away could tell he had missed Maple Bay. It took almost an hour before the emo was able to walk through the door, not only did he need help with bags, his neighbours that he had waved to, mainly Mary, Joseph and Brian, had taken it upon themselves to bombard him with questions ⌠okay, mainly Joseph and Brian, Mary was just happy to see the little monster again.
Finally, Lucien was in the clear, bags in the hall, coat and shoes off, placed neatly in their respective places while Damien rushed off to make them all something special to eat that night. The bo-young adult moved through his old home without so much as looking where he was going, all perfectly memorised until he reached the room that he never really needed to go into, the room that was never used into recently, Ernestâs room.
With a soft knock, Lucien waited, he knew that even with Ernest being older and probably not bothered by the emos presence, he still needed privacy,
âWho is it?â came a quiet and tired sounding voice, to anyone outside of the family, they would have thought someone else had spoken but Lucien could recognise the little shits voice better than anyone,
âOi, dickhead, you gonna open up for your favourite brother or not?â Lucien playfully replied, hoping his usual attitude and joking ways could coax Ernest out of his little hiding mood. It took a few moments but soon enough, the door creaked open, revealing a tired looking and very messy looking Ernest, his hair was a mess, his clothes looked like they hadnât seen a washing machine in years from how crumpled and wrinkly they were and finally, even if the boy thought no one could see, Lucien wasnât so easily fooled as to not see the dried tears staining his cheeks,
âErnest, man, what happened?â the emo asked, pushing them both into the room so he could block out everyone else once the door was shut, âYou look like shit, when was the last time you had a shower? What the hell happened to you dude?â he asked, well, more demanded to know as he continued to push the younger boy into the room, sitting him on the bed before shuffling around the piles of clothes and trash, picking up the laundry to move out into the hamper before picking up every single piece of rubbish and crap left on the floor,
âNothings wrong, Luce, Iâm fine, Iâve just been busy, you know how it is, final year of school and all thatâ Ernest protested, trying his hardest to sound normal but failing miserably to convince his best friend and brother,
âYeah, bullshit, if youâre so busy with work then Iâm the straightest man alive, youâre lies ainât gonna work on me so either you tell me whatâs going on or have a shower, you smell like death so pick one or the otherâ Lucien demanded sternly, giving him a pretty simple choice, now to see if Ernest would actually pick one.
Luck would have it, Ernest grumpily rolled himself from the bed and made his way begrudgingly to the bathroom that was opposite the boys room, causing the emo to smile in relief.
As the sound f the shower filled the hall and the grumbles of annoyance hit the older siblings ears, Lucien made his way downstairs, large bag of trash in one hand and the hamper in the other. The little chore was meant to go smoothly ⌠if his dads werenât being stupidly lovey dovey in he kitchen, at least he got to see both adults become exceedingly embarrassed at being caught, however, that changed to shock when they spotted that the rebellious emo they had grown to love was cleaning in the first few minutes of staying in the house,
âItâs not what it looks like, Ernests room was a mess so I cleaned his room while heâs taking a well needed showerâ Lucien explained as he put the bag of trash by the back door, âO know there is something wrong with him and Iâm going to try get it out of him ⌠whether he likes it or notâ the boy stated as he moved into the adjacent room to start the new load of laundry, he was so busy he hadnât even noticed his parents enter the room after him,
âMy darling, we didnât want you to worry, Ernest has been acting quite peculiar as of late, normally we can easily piece together his dilemma but ⌠as you saw, he hasnât left his room in quite some timeâ Damien explained as they stood in the doorway, watching the emo boy start the washer before turning to look at the two men, he was about to speak when Hugo interrupted him,
âI donât want to lose Ernest, not when Iâve just managed to get him to call me dad againâ the eldest Vega whispered, sighing as the Victorian beside him gently laced their fingers together, âLucien please try and get him to open up to usâ years ago, Lucien would tell his parents to do it themselves but from the looks on his dads faces, it was out of their hands and unsurprisingly up to him,
âFine but only because I love you bothâ the emo chuckled, walking in between them to escape the little room, âAnyway, who can resist my puppy dog eyesâ Lucien smirked before pointing at Damien, âand one of Dads famous movie pamper nightsâ he finished as he vanished back upstairs,
âDamien, what is he talking about?â the teacher asked, absolutely confused but also very intrigued. Hugo turned his gaze to the side only to come face to face with a very ecstatic man next to him,
âItâs been so long, I will need many supplies, first, Iâll need to find a good movie, maybe comedy, oh how this brings back so many memoriesâ the Victorian man rambled as he scurried about the rooms, writing a very long list, âthis will surely help Ernest, why did I not think of thisâ he muttered before handing the list to the other man in the room, âI will need you to run to Walmart for all these things, also get some of those pizza rolls that Ernest loves so much, thank youâ he instructed before also disappearing off upstairs, leaving a baffled Hugo still stood in the laundry room now holding a long list of junk food ⌠way too much junk food.
Nightfall came, the living room had been transformed into what looked like a teenage girls slumber party; junk food, movies, nail kits, make up, face masks, everything a slumber party needed.
Hugo had been told he could enter if and only if he let someone do one little bit of pampering on him, to which the teacher quickly excused himself with the explanation of âpapers to completeâ, leaving Damien to sit in his very baggy and very comfortable ⌠okay, maybe not his clothes but the wrestling shirts he âborrowedâ from Hugo looked so cute on him. Lucien sat beside him in some of his least emo pyjamas anyone had ever seen on the boy since they were covered in Mickey Mouse heads but whoâs judging.
Soon, once the room was competed, Lucien hurried upstairs, knocking gently on the large door of Ernest's room to get his attention,
âBitch, I need you to do two things, one, find some comfy clothes and two, come downstairsâ the emo shouted through the door before waiting for a response which amazingly didnât take as long as the door opened to reveal a grouchy looking mess,
âWhat are you trying to do, Goth?â Ernest mumbled, obviously trying to joke around even thought Lucien could tell he felt like absolute shit,
âItâs emo and Iâm not trying to do anything, all I want to do is to try and help you feel betterâ Lucien explained before realising he was just going to have to reveal what was downstairs, âMe and Dad were talking and I found out that you like to sit and talk to him so, me, you and my Dad are going to sit downstairs, eat junk food and watch movies ⌠sound good?â he asked, hoping it was going to work.
Lucien realised it definitely did when Ernest held up a single finger, closing the door in the emos face before appearing once again moments later in very baggy yet comfortable clothing,
âWell then, come on, I donât have all dayâ Ernest grumbled, a small smile gracing his exhausted face as he obviously tried to crack another joke with his stepbrother. Slowly, he made his way down the grand staircase to the living room where Damien was waiting happily,
âErnest, my dead, come sitâ he said giddily, patting the stack of pillows and duvets beside him, allowing Ernest enough space to sit comfortably as he pressed play on the movie, one of Ernest's and Damien's guilty pleasures, Descendants,
âDescendants, junk food and being lazy ⌠you trying to butter me up, pops?â Ernest chuckled weakly as he sat down, getting himself comfortable between his family, he knew exactly what they were doing for him but maybe a little treat wouldnât be too bad to indulge in.
A few hours, three descendants films and a lot of pampering later, the three of them were laid back, heads rested against the sofa as they spoke, Lucien's nails were drying, Damien had a face mask on and Ernest was staring, his ears were almost deaf to the world around him as the other two people in the room chatted away but he couldnât bring himself to look away and join in, his gaze couldnât move from the one thing in the room that havenât been touched, the make-up. The young boy was silent, burning holes into the bag of brushes and surprises, until,
âPopsâŚâ A meek whisper but was caught by the man it was directed to, causing the two to stop talking and sit up, removing the cucumbers from over his eyes,
âYes my dear?â Damien asked as he watched the young boy slowly turn his gaze over to his,
âIâve heard that ⌠well, some girls at my school have said that âŚâ the boy stuttered, trying to think of the best way to describe his strange request but he couldnât, making the boy sigh and ask, âCan it feel good to put on make-up?â he finally asked, trying not to make eye contact.
Damien's eyes widened a little, out of everything he had prepared himself to answer, that wasnât one of them,
âWell, it can, especially the brushes, the make-up itself can feel strange thoughâ Damien answered before reaching over to the table the bag was laid, bring it over to them.
Ernest sat silently, watching him reach inside and pull out a large fluffy brush, leaning over and carefully sliding it across the boys cheek, earning a soft sigh of joy,
âWould you like me to put some on you?â the Victorian man asked as he rummaged through the seemingly bigger on the inside bag, revealing a few different contraptions and what looked like small torture devices. With a small, timid nod, the young Vega answered,
âY-Yes please ⌠if itâs not too weirdâ Ernest whispered, shuffling closer to Damien, all the while, Lucien watched with a happy smile, he knew this is exactly what his brother needed, maybe not just to relax but it was a relief to watch Ernest finally calm,
âLetâs get started then and donât worry dear, I have the perfect colours for you ⌠I may have possibly convinced your Father to do this once tooâ Damien chuckled softly, reminiscing as he grabbed the correct pieces he needed. Ernest closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he felt a cool liquid and soft brush move over his skin.
A while later and make-up flung everywhere, Damien sat back to admire his work as Ernest scrunched his face a little to get used to this new and very strange feeling of stuff covering his face,
âYou look absolutely darling, it suits youâ the Victorian said as he started to tidy the make-up away just as the grandfather clock behind then chimed midnight, âOh dear, it is quite late and I need to start preparing food tomorrow, well, I guess I best wash this stuff off of my face and retire to bed, you boys can stay up a little longer if you wish, as long as you donât make too much noiseâ Damien said as he slowly stood, stretching himself out before kissing both boys on the top of their heads, bidding them a good night.
Lucien continued to watch his Father head upstairs to his room before turning back to Ernest once he was no longer in sight but stopped at the scene before him,
âErnest? What wrong?â he asked concerned, in front of him was Ernest, a boy well known for setting fire to the bushes outside his Fathers home, holding a mirror and sobbing into his hand, âErnest, itâs okay, you can talk to me, what happening to you?â
As Ernest turned his head to look at the boy beside him, Lucien noticed the slight little wrinkles on the edge of his eyes, the same wrinkles his own Father got, which was all he needed to know exactly what was going through his brothers head and no matter what, he was going to show him just how much he still loved him through it all.
A few days went by, Lucien and Ernest had barely been in the house which, even if they wouldnât admit it out loud, made both parents happy but also quite concerned for their sons whenever Lucien shrugged them off with quick reassurance of, âTheyâll tell you on Thanksgiving, donât worry dadsâ, before quickly running which wasnât what the two men were hoping to hear but it seemed to ease both their minds for a while, at least until Hugo restarted his usual pacing around the kitchen as Damien cooked.
The night came quickly, Thanksgiving, the food was almost complete, the house smelt of perfectly roasted vegetables and mouth-watering deserts, the table decorated to Damien's specifications while Hugo was banished to sit and wait at the table, only problem was, two people were still missing, however, not too far away as just upstairs behind a single locked door were their pair of siblings, whispering cautiously,
âMaybe this isnât such a good ideaâ the young Vega questioned, obviously having a few seconds thought as they allowed Lucien to work his magic,
âIt is a good idea ⌠look, Dad and Pops arenât going to hate you, they never could, they love you too much and anyway, I think your forgetting one vital thing and probably one of the biggest elephants in this houseâ Lucius argued, brushing through his siblings now unknotted hair, trying and praying to whatever deity out there to get it to style as the other sat quietly,
âAnd whatâs that exactly?â they asked, watching in the mirror cautiously as Lucien spoke up with a soft chuckle,
âDamienâ he placed the brush down as he expertly braided the surprisingly long hair in front of him and for the first time in months, the youngest Vega laughed,
Not too long later, Dinner was called, Hugo and Damien waited patiently in their respective seats just as footsteps descended the stairs but only a single pair of footsteps approaching the dining room. Both men turned curiously to see Lucien standing in the doorway but no one else,
âLucien, whereâs Ernest?â Hugo asked, seemingly becoming annoyed as well as worried over the whereabouts of his son,
âAbout thatâŚâ Lucien started, turning his gaze into the hall for a moment before quickly moving back to the stares of his parents, âErnest wonât be joining us tonight ⌠or ever again âŚâ the young emo explained, quickly realising a long pause wouldnât be the best option as he quickly stopped either one of his Fathers could protest, stepping further into the room, âBecause someone new will be taking Ernest's placeâ just as he finished speaking, a tall figure walked into the room beside him, a long, tight fitting, pale orange cocktail dress swept the floor behind the person as their long braided hair lay over a single exposed shoulder.
The light of the room hit the persons face, capturing the perfectly applied make-up that sculpted their features beautifully and it was then they realised,
âErnest?â they both asked, quite bewildered, watching the young Vega nervousness build up which did not go unnoticed by Lucien,
âActually, may I introduce our newest addition to the Vega-Bloodmarch Family, Emily, Emily Dickinson Vega, my sisterâ he announced, wrapping a supportive arm around his sibling to give them some encouragement, âIf itâs okay with her Fathers, she would very much like to join us for dinner?â Lucien asked softly, smile on his face as he waited for their parentâs reactions.
Unsurprising to Lucien, Damien was the first to move, wasting no time in in pushing his chair out from under himself to embrace his daughter,
âOh, my dear, of course you can join us for dinner and for any other meals you want toâ he whispered through tears he didnât even know were running down his face, ânow I understand the make-up, Iâm sorry I didnât see the signs sooner, I never wanted you to feel scared to be who you areâ he whispered, the scene in the Bloodmarch home was one to remember when Emily wrapped her arms around his step-father, holding onto him as if their lives depended on it, however, there was still only one other person they needed to complete this little family moment, Hugo.
Everyone slowly turned their heads to see the larger man carefully rising from his seat, moving around the ornate furniture to move closer to where his child stood, arms back by her side as she stood tall and strong,
âDad, I know this is sudden but Iâve been hiding for so long, I didnât know who I was but I saw Damien doing so many things that made me think, he showed me how happy he was, I saw the life of someone who was truly happy, all thisâ she gestured to herself as she continued, âmade me realize who I really am and Iâm sorry for not being able to tell you sooner ⌠I know I ruined your life for years with all the stupid shit I did but all the stupid thoughts in my head, I was scared, alone, I-â her rambling was cut short when a pair of quite muscular arms pulled her forward and into a tight but comforting embrace,
âYou are my child, my flesh and blood, you are everything to me and I love you, never forget that, no matter who you are, you are a Vegaâ he reassured, whispering just loud enough for Damien and Lucien to hear the loving exchange of words as they both smiled proudly.
Soon enough, two smaller arms snaked their way around Hugo as a small sob echoed in the large room causing any existing space in the embrace to disappear as it tightened,
âI was so scared you would hate me, I was meant to be your son, the man of the hous-â her hurtful words were stopped as she was carefully pushed backwards, a hand laid gently on her cheek, forcing her to blurrily look up at a smiling Hugo,
âYou have always been my daughter, even if we didnât know that until now, you were and always will be my baby girlâ he explained, his voice soothing any doubt the young Vega had before the wrestling nerd added just one more sentence, âAnd I think being married to Damien is an automatic law that I accept whatever part of the LGBT you realise youâre apart of ⌠I think Iâd be a bit hypocritical if I didnât accept you as my daughterâ the taller man finished and after a few moments of silence, the room filled with giggles from the man in question,
âYour Fathers rightâ Damien managed to say through soft giggles, âExcuse my French but ⌠Iâd kick his ass if he didnâtâ he smirked before quickly pushing the three of them towards the table, âNow, if you children, yes, Iâm also talking about you too Hugo, donât get to the table to eat, the food will go cold and Iâll lock the refrigerator as punishmentâ the Victorian man threatened as the Family rolled their eyes but obediently followed his orders, spending the rest of the night laughing, talking and finally, for the first time in a while, being a family.
#Dream Daddy#Maple Bay#Damien#Damien Bloodmarch#Hugo#Hugo Vega#Hugo x Damien#Damien x Hugo#VegaMarch#Lucien#Lucien Bloodmarch#Ernest#Ernest Vega#LGBT#Trans#Transgender#Trans Woman
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The Bachelor: Cyrus King (CLOSED)
Cyrus grew up ruinously wealthy, born with a silver spoon in his mouth type. 100% that spoiled little rich bitch. But rich successful parents arenât always the best when it comes to actually raising their children. His father, Atticus King is the CEO of King Financial which is basically the next Rothschild bank at this point, and his mother Yvette King is the Chief of Medicine at Widenburg medical. His parents were more than happy to buy him anything he could have ever wanted but they never really had the time of day for him. They loved him, sure, but there are only so many hours in the day you know? He wasnât really a priority for them, so he was basically raised by his familyâs butler. Feeling neglected and definitely screaming out for someone to pay attention to him, he became your typical trust fund party boy pretty early on. Every time he went a little too far daddyâs money would bail him out, but he never really got what he was looking for.
Enter local well-known Casanova, Don Lothario. Don and Cyrus quickly became thick as thieves. Partying every night and not really doing much else. Don understood what he was trying to do and was more than happy to have someone come along for the ride with him. And Cyrus was more than happy to foot the bill for whatever Don wanted as long as they did it together. He doesnât really remember a whole lot of his early twentyâs. Itâs pretty much all a drug fuelled haze.
For most of his adolescence he thought of nothing but sex, drugs, and alcohol. All that changed about two years ago when he woke up on Donâs bathroom floor after a particularly long bender. He realized that while he definitely didnât want to be like his father, he also wasnât so sure he wanted to be like Don either. Trying to start over and fight his party boy ways is difficult but every day it gets a little easier. Heâs been working on his music for a while now, slowly making a name for himself that doesnât have anything to do with banks, hospitals, or scandals.
Links:
Playlist [x]
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some facts:
has a new zealand accent
32 years old
he has a little sister that he absolutely adores and will do anything for
former golden child turned party boy
he is pansexual
he met don in a club
he hit on him and when don explained that he was the straightest man alive cyrus asked him if he wanted to do some coke together in the bathroom
theyâve been best friends ever since
was actually heavily addicted to coke for years
he went to rehab, and heâs been clean for about a year and a half now
he still smokes sometimes, cigarettes and weed, but heâs trying to cut back
he used to work as a bartender but got fired for scamming bottles from the bar
he was also a roadie for thorne bailey before he made it big
thats how he found his love for music
really wants to travel the world
and actually remember what he did
is a terrible liar
like really bad
doesnt really think hes worth being loved
Entry Rules:
Iâll be choosing 7 sims
Males and Females!
No occults please
Iâm Maxis Mix now shocking so use whatever. But no Alpha hair
Outfits: 1-2 everyday, formal, party, swimwear, and hot weather but if you want to do more I wonât stop you
Facts, description, bio all that shit! Do as much as you like!! I love when sims are super fleshed out but itâll also help me better decide when choosing and when playing their character
The tentative deadline is April 4th
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fall â19 rec
re-read:
Pull Me Under - zarah5 (140k)
AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis' favourite teammate, Liam as Louis' agent, and Zayn as Liam's boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)
new:
Tell Me When Youâre Ready (Iâm Waiting) - insufferablelovebirds (17k)
When Harry's love letters to his old crushes get sent accidentally, one of his old crushes, Louis offers to help him fake a relationship but it gets complicated when feelings get involved.
Or an au loosely based off to all the boys I've loved before.
your rainbow will come smiling through - hazkaban (17k)
when harry isn't working at his stepfather's cafe, he's trying to make swim captain and trying to finish all his coursework on time. when he's not doing any of those things, he's talking to the boy he met on the oxford hopefuls subreddit. when they decide to meet, he's elated. he finally gets the chance to meet the boy he's been crushing on! when the day comes to meet his prince, he learns that his online crush is none other than louis tomlinson, captain of the football team and friend of his terrible stepbrothers. now harry has to decide whether telling louis the truth is the right choice or if it's better to just let sleeping dogs lie.
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âBirth control is getting expensive,â Louis repeats aloud to himself, focused on the medical bill he's just opened as he blindly locks back up his mailbox. âI could just stick with suppressants and condoms.â He continued, muttering to himself as he folded the bill back up. âIt's not like I have a boyfriend or a mate or anything like that to merit continuing taking them.â
âDo you normally announce your sex life in front of the mailboxes?â
There's a strange alpha in the building that Louis calls home and he thinks maybe he'll make a proposition to the alpha. It goes a bit different than expected.
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Falling in love with your best friend sounds like a good idea, until he comes back from a work trip engaged to another man. A Made of Honor AU.
Sonic Sounds - glasscushion (6k)
"Harry takes a deep breath, suitably embarrassed, âIâm just really...â and he canât say the obvious. He canât just say really wet."
Harry loves feeling embarrassed. Louis is happy to help.
Sit Next To Me - allwaswell16 (12k)
Harry Styles of One Direction always gets what he wants. Well, nearly always. What he canât seem to figure out is why the very fit man who comes to assist Liamâs tattoo artist seems to have zero interest in him. Is Louis Tomlinson the straightest man alive? Or does Louis showing up for every show on tour mean something more is going on?
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âYou donât love me,â Louis had said, utterly blasĂŠ as he callously fractured the heart of a Harry that was just barely eighteen.
âI do,â Harry had insisted pleadingly, green eyes already watering.
âYouâll change your mind once youâve seen more of the world,â Louis had teased, pressing a brutally delicate kiss onto Harryâs lovely, pure cheek. âOnce youâve been properly defiled.â He had whispered filthily, delighted by the gasp he heard, the frantic pink blush that had rested high on Harryâs cheeks, the power he had felt at knowing he could make the Crown Prince squirm.
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a dystopian au in which harry, an ex-soldier whoâs escaped from his government run camp, accidentally stumbles across the biggest rebel movement in the country, and louis, one of the rebellionâs mysterious leaders who appears to hate him, seems to simultaneously have an obsession with keeping him alive. or: harry is wanted for treason, niall hasnât changed in four years, liam is always smiling, and louis is angry. like, really angry.
My Favorite Word - lightswoodmagic (3k)
âNah,â Niall replied, typing on his computer and gracefully ignoring Harryâs embarrassment. The grin remained though. âHe has a pretty specific...type. You could go help him out, you know. Pretend to be his boyfriend.â
Harry choked on the water heâd just swigged, his face brighter red still when everyone in the library turned to stare at him.
Or, Louisâ ex boyfriend wonât leave him alone, so Harry steps in.
Welcome Back From The Friend Zone - 2tiedships2 (32k)
âAs we are both aware,â Louis began. âYou are continuously complaining about not having the kitchen appliances needed when you want to make some of those random recipes you find online. And your precious waffle maker died recently.â
âWhere are you going with this, Lou?â Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.
âWe need to pretend weâre getting married and send out announcements to rich people. Like billionaires who donât know who we are.â
Or the one where an idea to create a fake wedding with the sole intent to receive gifts from billionaires took a turn no one, but also everyone, saw coming.
No Turbulence Please - wetdandelions (5k)
It's just Harry's luck that his rut hits right before his concert when he's stuck on an airplane with his best friend as the only omega. Luckily, Louis doesn't mind helping him out. All for a good cause, of course.
Stay Forever - allwaswell16 (6k)
For the last year and a half, Harry has spent his coffee break at the same cafe every day, not because he loves their coffee, but rather because of the gorgeous omega behind the counter making the coffees. As a beta, heâs sure he doesnât stand a chance with him, so he goes online to find as close a substitute as possible.
A camboy au
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Harry finds his ex's knotting dildo and gets a little curious. Louis is more than willing to help out.
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It doesn't feel like falling in love, the way it had felt the first time around, easy, simple, almost like floating, wrapped up in a whirlwind of touches and kisses, late nights spent laughing breathlessly into each other's skin. This feels broken, complicated, like every move carries the weight of their past. Like the floorboards beneath them could collapse at any moment. This doesn't feel good.
Or, the one where Harry loses the love of his life on New Years Eve and finds him again, six months later, ready to open some poorly-stitched wounds.
Send Me Your Pillow (The One That You Dream On) - flowercrownfemme (3k)
Harry is embarrassed to realize he's nesting but can't stop stealing Louis' things for his nest.
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Harry really, really does NOT want to go out to a club tonight and be hassled by a bunch of alpha knotheads, but against his better judgement, he finds himself alone on the dance floor, barefoot, with an orange in his hand. This is all Niall's fault. At least the DJ is the most strikingly gorgeous alpha he's ever seen...
spice up your life - bottomlinson (9k)
After a conversation with his Uni friends, Harry worries that his relationship with Louis has lost it's spark.
(aka: an incredibly silly modern day love story ft. awkward boners, grumpy neighbours and Cosmopolitan sex tips.)
Falling All In You - dimpled_halo (16k)
Louis wins a contest to meet Harry Styles even though he doesn't consider himself a fan. What he doesn't expect is to win over the popstar's heart.
Floating - Snowy38 (56k)
There's places that you can go to get help. The doctor's, psychiatrists, psychologists and all that run in between. And then there's places that fall on the edge of those recognised institutions. Places that offer the kind of therapy that most medical boards would reject on the ground of ethics. That's the kind of place Louis Tomlinson needs. It's the kind of place he has found. And so he goes. To a sex therapist with an unorthodox way of curing...by actually having sex.That therapist just so happens to be Harry Styles.
Donât Move In (Donât Move Out) - 2tiedships2 (14k)
Only one more week and Harry would be living under the same roof. Gone would be Liamâs alpha scent, quickly replaced with Harryâs. All Harry. Louis was going to fucking die. Youâd think Louis would be used to it by now, that Harryâs scent would simply fade into the background like Liamâs did. But Louis had a feeling he would simultaneously be living in Heaven and Hell once Harry moved in.
Blockheads (Building a home with you) - bitter_leaf (38k)
Louis is a no-nonsense contractor with a score to settle. Harry is an idealistic interior designer who just wants the world to be beautiful. When they decide to go on The Block, a reality TV show about renovating, theyâre not prepared for what else they might build togetherâŚ
unfinished:
Shake Me Down - AGreatPerhaps12 (206k)
Harry's new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.
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AU. In which Harry is an overnight pop sensation and Louis steals plants, Zayn pulls Liam's proverbial pigtails and Niall's really just pleased there are more girls for him.
And The a Bit - infinitelymint (159k)
âWeâd like to give the fans what they want.â Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. âWe want to give them Larry Stylinson.â
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Investigated (2)
Pair: Miles Morales and Reader (you)
Summary: Y/nâs newspaper has gotten her fame even outside of her little school. her articles on Spider-Man are usually well received, well until someone not exactly fond of the masked hero gets a hold of one of them. Now Spider-Man, who is actually the reporterâs boyfriend, Miles Morales, must find a way to save her before itâs too late.
[This is a short series that Iâve written. The first part can be found through my masterlist. I canât link anything because of the whole shadowbanning linked posts thing on this website lol.]
Y/n opened her eyes and lifted her head up, finally in control of her own vision. For a moment she had forgotten what had happened, then the memories rushed back as she found that she was stuck to a chair with tape over her mouth. This was the cliche situation that she only thought happened in fanfiction written by uneducated teenagers, but this was real.
There was a desk in front of her with nobody actually sitting at it, but she assumed that it belonged to whoever took her. The room seemed to be empty with the exception of herself so it could be possible that she could attempt an escape. She struggled with moving any part of her body other than her head, but that unfortunately made more noise than she had initially expected.
The door behind her opened and the person walked around her, sitting on the desk. Y/ns eyes widened with the sight of him: Wilson Fisk. He smiled, watching her panic in her chair. âHello, sweetheart. Sorry about the big scene, but if you tell me what I need to know, youâll be back home safe and sound as soon as you know it.â Y/n felt her heart drop into her stomach, what was she supposed to know?
Y/n raised her brows and peered down to tell him that she couldnât really speak with the tape, without actually saying anything. He got the idea, peeling the tape off and sitting back on the desk. âWhat do you need to know?â she tried taking the path that kept herself safe, although she didnât really have any big secrets that a crime lord would need to know.
Her cooperation brought a smile to his face. He pulled out a picture and unfolded it, showing her. âWho is this?â he asked, keeping the paper as still as he could for her. It showed Spider-Man in action. She was confused, âThe person under the mask.â he clarified.
Anxiety built up quickly in Y/nâs heart, just like it would when she takes a test that she didnât study for. This could possibly be a life or death thing here, yet she had no idea how to win the life option. She took a deep breath, knowing her answer wouldnât make things better, âI donât know.â she shut her eyes, waiting for his reaction.
âThatâs what I figured youâd say,â he gloated, watching her carefully open her eyes. He searched around the desk and picks up a pair of scissors, standing up and walking towards her. Y/n felt herself tense up, her own body trying to figure out what he was going to do with the sharp object he now wielded. She shook while he combed through her hair with his own hand, stopping at around her shoulders and cutting the section off. âNow, Iâm gonna keep cutting until you think itâs time, to tell the truth.â He took another section, the sound of the blading closing in made tears form in her eyes.
He cut again, âI am telling the truth, I donât know who he is,â she pleaded, hearing the sound once again, knowing that this wouldnât last long and the next thing could be much worse. âIâve only met him once and it was a long time ago,â she added.
The last cut was made and Y/n looked on the ground to see her previously long hair all over the dirty floor. She felt like she was on an episode of Law and Order, but this time she wasnât sure if the cops were going to save her. A tear dropped onto her shirt, breaking for the first time after she had told herself to be strong. âThatâs the thing, though.â he knelt down in front of her, âI still donât believe you.â He caught a tear from her cheek and wiped it on her shirt. âIâm going to come back later and if you decide that youâre gonna stop telling stories, then nothing else will happen to you. If you think youâre going to try and be a hero, I will warn you now that youâll only be dreaming of safety.â Fisk locked the door behind him, leaving Y/n in a completely dark room to cry.
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âRight now marks twenty-four hours ever since the incident that happened in Brooklyn, New York. The mayor has stated publicly that he is safe as well as recovering from the shooting and everything is being done to find Y/n L/n as soon as possible.â the news reporter read off of teleprompter with a straight face, making sure that he didnât say anything wrong. âLatest reports from the PDNY say that the shooter has been identified and is a known affiliate with the crime lord and recent prison escapee Wilson Fisk. Now, we donât know why someone so big in the crime ring would want a high school student that simply tries to help her own community, but we can only guess for now. What do you think?â he turned to the man next to him with the same look as him.
âThe most popular thing that Iâve seen from online theorizers was that Y/n was a symbol of peace and Fisk is making a statement. Whatever the reason, however, we still have a heavy heart for this girl. We have no idea what she may be going through, let alone her friends and family.â
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Y/n felt as if she couldnât remember a time where she wasnât stuck in a dark room fearing for her life. She somehow fell asleep after many hours of staring at everything on the desk in front of her, studying it. Her senses elevated when she heard the door opening, yet there was a new guy that entered. He carried a plate with a waffle and bottled water, âBoss doesnât want you dead, so here.â he placed the plate on her lap and stepped back.
She raised her brows at him, glancing to her restrained arms and the plate. Was this guy really that dense? Donât get her wrong, the last thing she wanted was to be demeaningly hand-fed by a stranger, but the situation called for it unless he actually wanted to release a hand. At this point, she would rather have been tortured than having food shoved down her throat.
The whole process was almost dehumanizing and Y/n quietly praised when he had left, although having food was a relief as well. Now she had to wait again, which seemed like the real torture as she started to lose her own mind in the silence and darkness. Sometimes she would hear the door opening, but then realizing that the sound was merely in her head. She thought about Miles, how worried he mightâve been. She had no idea exactly how long she was gone so he couldâve been forced to go to school without her. She thought about Spider-Man, whoever he really was, and if he was trying to find her.
This process went on for days, each time Fisk would come in looking for answers that Y/n didnât have. Each day got worse, from getting cut and being forced to take LSD to just straight up getting beaten. Today was strangely simple, with him dumping ice cold water over her, then proceeding to ask the million dollar question.
âAre you ready to cooperate today?â If Y/n ever said that she wasnât almost petrified with fear at that exact moment in time, that would be the biggest lie she would have ever told. She looked up to the man with the straightest expression she could, although the uncertainty of what was about to happen to her now was eating away at her soul.
âI told you, I have no idea who he is,â she raised her voice, instantly regretting it. For a smart girl, she was a real dumbass in situations like this that could literally get her killed. Fisk smirked, shaking his head.
âI offer you freedom for one name, yet you still turn me down. Itâs a shame, you had so much potential,â he walked back towards the door, only to let another man in. This new guy had a professional camera and a computer attached to it. He turned Y/nâs chair to face the camera and adjusted it as if heâd done it several times before.
âYou know what to do, sir.â the man was typing away on his computer, which Y/n assumed had something to do with the cameraâs function. She felt duct tape being slapped against her mouth, something that she hadnât felt since the first day she was here. She looked at herself on the screen that showed the cameraâs view and it felt like the person staring back wasnât her at all. Her hair was short and eyes bloodshot from lack of proper sleep, this wasnât her.
Fisk stood in between Y/n and the camera, probably for a dramatic reveal. The record light turned on red and he began talking. âGood morning Brooklyn. Hold your applause, as I canât really hear you. This message is most likely not for you, but you can help spread it.â he spoke in a way that you would only hear while taking one of those standardized tests on the computer. âWith that being said, Spider-Man needs to show up at the address shown on the screen by tonight or there will be consequences.â
He stepped to the side slowly for a dramatic reveal of Y/n, who stared longingly into the lens. She was cold, wet, and exhausted, almost the exact opposite of who she thought she had been on the daily. She felt his hand touch the top of her head. âYour little friend is waiting, so why not stroll on by alone. No cops or all theyâll see is a dead body,â he cocked a gun and held it to the side of her head. She shut her eyes tightly, knowing that he wouldnât really shoot her even though the threat was still very valid. âCut it,â he told the guy behind the camera and Y/n watched as the red light went out.
Y/n was conflicted. She didnât want to be the reason that Spider-Man was killed, but she also wanted to stay alive for at least a little longer. She wanted to see Miles again and feel his lips against hers. If the beloved hero dies just so she could have a nice life, would she even be able to tolerate that big of a weight?
Fisk had left her and the camera guy alone in the room. He was in the process of putting his equipment away when they locked eyes. âYouâre a pretty little one, arenât you?â he teased, zipping the camera case shut. âItâs too bad youâll be killed soon.â With that, he shut the door.
It had been a few hours since the recording and she watched the door open again, this time with Fisk and a few guys. âItâs moving day, sweetheart,â he chimed as the guys started to free her hands and legs from the chair that she hadnât moved from in such a long time. When they finally stood her up, her own legs gave out on her, making her fall into the man next to her.
Her own exhausted led to cooperation, which made her willingly get in a suspicious van without resistance. All she wanted to do was sleep, or maybe take a shower, but mostly sleep. The vehicle stopped and Y/n was once again pulled out to the middle of some warehouse, waiting for who she assumed to be Spider-Man.
#into the spider verse#spider-man#spiderverse#miles morales x reader#miles morales#miles morales angst#spider-man x reader#spiderman: into the spiderverse
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Love Scenario
Summary:Â âBefore we wrap things up, thereâs a question that everyoneâs dying to know about.â The interviewer started, making Oikawa curious enough to lean forward from his seat. âOh?â Â âPeople have been asking if thereâs a special someone. Everyoneâs at speculation ever since you posted that photo in Instragram with a heart-warming caption and left many jealous and/or soft.â Pairing: Oikawa Tooru / Kageyama Tobio A/N: Oikage Winter Week day 2! Iâm late sorry, had to do my case study (which Iâm not yet done hahaha rip) Warnings: OOC, no beta, rushed endingÂ
A man jumped on to the stage, making the crowd roar. He was wearing sparkly black tuxedo and a cheerful smile on his face. The camera zooms in to get a view of him better. The man, noticing the cameraâs attention, winked and made finger hearts that triggered the crowd to be rambunctious. As the background starts to play, and the man got into position. The crowd started chanting when the first few lines of the song was delivered, screaming when the man went down the stage to hold hands with some of his fans.
After few moments of the fan service, he strutted back on stage wherein he started to dance as he sang, getting down on the floor and grinding his hips seductively, which the crowd lost it, yelling various of obscenities that include impregnation and profanities; definitely not safe for children to hear.
âWow, Tooru is truly amazing, donât you think Jon?â The female reporter live on the television said, few seconds after the performer finished his segment.
âNo doubt Gale. He turns even the straightest man gay.â The male reporter beside her commented. He seemed to pause before adding,
âI think Iâm gay.â
âWe all are, Jon. We all are.â
Kageyama watched with interest as his senpai of two years charmed the people on stage with his performance. His moves are amazing, he thought idly as he slurped his noodles and took a bite of his chicken, making even the male reporter gay with it. Though he blanched at the finger heart and wink in the beginning; that man really thought he looked cool with that. Kageyama thought it made him more pretentious than usual.
At the middle of the show, his phone alerted him of a text, no doubt coming from him.
Annoying Alien Did you see my performance today?
He rolled his eyes and wiped his fingers clean with tissue.
Me Yes.
The response came immediately.
Annoying Alien The finger heart and wink are for you! <3
Seriously? This man got no shame.
Me Itâs disgusting, Oikawa-san. Please donât do it again. It makes you look pretentious than usual.
After pressing send, Kageyama diverted his attention from his phone and towards the television. His favorite band is starting to play and Oikawa could wait later. He started cheering for them as he watched, going as far as doing their fan chant that perfectly synced with the people at the live venue. Once their performance was done, however, he went to check his phone that got numerous texts he received from Oikawa.
Annoying Alien Mean! This is why youâre not cute Tobio-chan
Annoying Alien Also what happened to Tooru-san?
Annoying Alien Itâs okay to admit you like it you know~ itâs for you
Annoying Alien Hey donât forget to watch my interview later okay~
Annoying Alien shiratori must be playing so youâre not replying
Annoying Alien Iâm much better than them though
Annoying Alien Tobio-chan, pay attention to me :<
Annoying Alien Iâll pester you more
Annoying Alien âŚ..
Annoying Alien Seriously, reply to me you little brat
Me Are you done being childish, Oikawa-san?
Annoying Alien So youâre alive! Donât forget to watch my interview okay?
Annoying Alien Also Iâll be coming home late
Me Ok.
Annoying Alien Why do I even put up with you honestlyâŚ
âGood Evening everyone. Today we have a very special guest. He is a model, singer song writer and an actor who is currently swooning the hearts of everyone. Without further ado, may I call on Tooru!â The female interviewer introduced and the audience started cheering.
Oikawa came into the set dressed in smart casual, waving his hands at everybody and giving them his award-winning smile. Due to this, the cheers started to amplify that Kageyama lowered down the volume of his television to avoid becoming deaf.
Fans are a force to be reckoned with.
Oikawa sat opposite from the interviewer, facing directly to the camera. The interviewer, who decided to let the cheers die down before asking questions, smiled at him. Once the crowd settled, she wasted no time hammering out the pre-approved questions at Oikawa.
âSo Tooru, I heard your latest album was a success! It reached the Bilboardâs Top 50 in less than a week. What do you have to say about that?â The reporter asked him, smiling.
Oikawa laughed at that, âwell, I have to thank my fans for it. Theyâre always the reason behind my every success. If it werenât for them, I wouldnât be here conducting an interview with someone as prestigious as you.â He said, smiling at the blush and charmed look on the interviewerâs face.
He then turned to the audience, âThank you all for your support. I love you guys!â He exclaimed, making a heart with his arms above his head.
Kageyama snorted when the audience started screaming. He even heard a âWe love you too Tooru-sama!â somewhere at the back. Â These people are being fooled by that gentleman demeanor. Oikawa is anything but.
Again, the interviewer paused to let the audience calm themselves before continuing. The questions were easily answered. Yet each time, Oikawa find ways to make the audience rowdier than before. Kageyama swears the interviewerâs slowly losing her cool and would join the cheering herself if the cameras werenât trained at them.
Kageyama scoffed at her blatant puppy crush. He made side comments each question until the last one rendered him speechless.
âBefore we wrap things up, thereâs a question that everyoneâs dying to know about.â The interviewer started, making Oikawa curious enough to lean forward from his seat.
âOh?â
âPeople have been asking if thereâs a special someone. Everyoneâs at speculation ever since you posted that photo in Instragram with a heart-warming caption and left many jealous and/or soft.â
The said picture was posted on the LED screen behind them, which Kageyama recognizes. It was him buried under the duvet, his black hair peeking out as Oliver their cat was curled beside him. Kageyama felt his face flushed when he read the caption.
okwtr_0720 My heart, my beloved.
âI will be putting those speculations at rest. Yes, I do have special someone.â He held up his hand to silence the audience that was steering, âthough I will not give out their name, for privacy reasons, I just want this person to know how much they mean to me.â
âTheyâre the person whom I would want to spend the rest of my days with, no matter the circumstances. Even if theyâre cheeky, rude and uncute sometimes, thereâs nothing I would trade in this world just to see them smile. Their happiness is mine as well.â
He had a soft smile on his face and a gentle look in his eyes that reminded Kageyama the day they got together, when he was a bumbling mess over the spontaneous confession to his senpai at his graduation. The joy he felt when he received the third button from Oikawaâs school uniform and the fireworks he saw when Oikawa pressed his lips against his. It was one of the happiest moments he have and one of the moments he holds close to his heart.
Oikawa was just about to head home when his phone chimed several times. He fished them out of his pockets to see who sent them. A smile bloomed on his face as he read the texts sent.Â
âHeâs so cute.â
Tobio-chan  Thatâs playing dirty, Tooru-san. Youâre so unfair.
Tobio-chan âŚ
Tobio-chan I love you too.
Tobio-chan Thank you for putting up with me Tooru-san.
Me <3 Â
#oikage day#oikage week#oikage#kageyama tobio#oikawa tooru#musician au#celebrity au#tsukkeilatewrites#hq!!fanfic
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For You
Tyrus Month ~ August 25th, âMuffinsâ.
Also available on AO3 âĽ
Every day, without fail, TJ would get Cyrus a chocolate chocolate chip muffin from the cafeteria. It was a cute and thoughtful gesture that always made Cyrus smile, but Andi and Buffy were convinced that it was more than just a simple act of friendship.
âHe never gets us any muffins,â Andi pointed out one day, âand weâre supposed to be his friends now.â
Cyrus shrugged. âHe knows I love muffins... Theyâre how we first met!â
âYeah,â Buffy said, âbut no one asked him to be your daily muffin delivery man. Itâs almost creepy how he never forgets to get you one.â
âItâs not like it requires much effort for him,â Cyrus argued. âAll heâs gotta do is stroll up and take one. Everyone in this school is too terrified to stand up to him.â
Buffy narrowed her eyes. âIt still feels weird to me.â
âYep,â Andi agreed. âThereâs definitely more to this situation than meets the eye.â
Cyrus laughed. âYou guys are overthinking it. TJâs just a decent person, alright?â
âBut what if itâs more than that?â Andi asked. âWouldnât that be great? I mean, you do like him, right?â
âOf course I like him... But TJ is like the straightest guy ever. Thereâs no point in getting my hopes up over something thatâs never gonna happen.â
Buffy frowned at something behind them. âSpeak of the devil,â she said. âWhatâs wrong with him?â
Cyrus and Andi turned in their seats to find TJ slowly approaching their table, his face red and his breathing laboured. Cyrus immediately grabbed his friendâs arm and helped him sit down.
âAre you okay?â he asked, panic rising in his chest. âYou look like youâre about to faint!â
TJ waved him off. âIâm fine, Iâm fine... Just a little outta breath.â
âWhat happened to you?â
âI had History,â he said with a grimace. âMy class is on the opposite side of the school from the cafeteria, so I had to run to get you a muffin before they all ran out.â
Cyrus lifted an eyebrow. âCouldnât you just steal one, like you normally do?â
âSteal one?â
âYou know, jump to the front of the queue?â
âI donât do that anymore.â
âHuh?â
TJ ducked his head, suddenly bashful. âYou looked so happy when I helped you get that muffin the first time we met... I guess it made me realise how sad you mustâve been every time I butted in and stole one.â He shrugged. âSo, now I queue like everyone else.â
Andi and Buffy exchanged smug smiles.
âYou mean to tell me youâve been running around and waiting in lines every day for months, just to make sure Cyrus gets a muffin with his lunch?â Buffy barked a laugh. âYou are so whipped.â
TJ blushed. âItâs not that big a deal, you know? Itâs just a stupid muffin.â
âNo, itâs not,â Cyrus said, his voice a breathless whisper. His heart was thumping like crazy as he stared at the boy sitting next to him. âDid you really do all of that for me?â
TJ fiddled with the sleeves of his jacket. âYou probably think Iâm a freak, right?â
âWhy would I think that?â
âWell, you know... Guys donât do that sort of thing for their friends.â
âSo?â Cyrus smiled. âThat doesnât make you a freak, TJ.â
âIt doesnât?â
âOf course not.â
âOh.â
TJ sagged with relief, and Cyrus laughed. Heâd never wanted to kiss him so badly before in his life, so he did; he cupped TJâs face and softly kissed him on the lips, grinning at the slack-jawed expression of shock on his friendsâ faces.
âDid that really just happen?â Andi squealed.
Buffy covered her face. âIâm afraid so.â
Cyrus was too focussed on TJ to respond to Buffyâs apparent disgust. The other boy was still sat there with his eyes closed and his lips pursed, completely caught in the moment of their kiss.
âTJ?â Cyrus gently prodded him in the shoulder. âAre you alive?â
âIâm not sure.â
âDid I do something wrong?â
âWhat? No!â TJâs eyes fluttered opened. âDefinitely not. I just... Why did you do that?â
Cyrus smiled shyly. âI just wanted to say thank you.â
TJâs confusion morphed into fondness, a dopey grin tugging at his freshly kissed lips. âYouâre welcome, Underdog.â
On the opposite side of the table, Buffy pretended to gag. âI can already tell you guys are gonna be one of those sickeningly adorable couples.â
âStop ruining the moment,â Andi hissed.
âTheyâre putting me off my lunch!â
âI think itâs sweet.â
âYou would.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Cyrus tuned out his friendsâ bickering and smiled at TJ, sliding closer across the bench until their shoulders were touching. âDo you wanna split it?â he asked, nodding at the muffin sitting on the table.
TJ brushed his hand and grinned. âSure.â
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the more i think about shawn mendesâ situation the more iâm convinced heâs gay. i know heâs under island records (universal music) and not sony but all the big companies use the same old AWFUL trashy techniques. look at the way heâs been promoted and talked about. tons of gay people have picked on his way of talking/acting around men (one example? troye sivan at the met gala? niall?) and his mannerisms and iâm in no way stereotyping but us gay people just know. he got that aura. his private life has been HEAVILY publicized when he always said he was a laid back/reserved person that isnât a fan of fame (hello harry and louis), made sure his music was the first topic to be talked about and not his fake romances (hello harry and louis), is pretty much genderless in his songs (hello harry and louis), talks about love in a very DEEP WAY (hello harry and louis), was ALWAYS a supporter of the lgbt community while being depicted as the STRAIGHTEST MAN alive (hello louis), is seen as a womanizer/someone taking advantage of his female fanbase (hello harry), had very stunty relationships (just look at the fake pap pics with hailey, my skin is crawling, also hello harry and louis), is only denying stuff in print interviews (hello louis), shades smug women in his songs (check out the lyrics of his song queen, also hello harry) embraces his feminine side (hello harry and louis).Â
i could on for days my point is...i think shawn is being closeted by his label. just like with 1D, the general public is convinced he wants to sleep with half of his fanbase when iâm pretty sure the boy is a fan of commited relationships and also very gay. itâs super sad and heartbreaking because his team is using the same tactic as harry and louisâ labels and most people fall for the bullshit when it doesnât make sense whatsoever. iâve seen many larries talking about shawn and iâm not surprised because we know how to sense fakery from a mile away. itâs truly heartwrenching how homophobic the industry can be and i still canât believe his awful team is actively doing that to him, just like the azoffs/simon are controlling louis and harryâs public images and being all around super vile and demonic. sadly i know harry and louis arenât alone in this and honestly if you still think in 2018 closeting is something the âtinhats invented to make their ship happenâ, youâre the one whoâs deluded, brainless and most of all, bigoted.Â
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To live where others merely dream
@so-many-arrowsâ | AO3 - I hope youâll like it (â°ÍâľÂ°Í)
by @kinsbournescream
Inspired by a movie but understandable without having seen it.
 âHe gave me loaded dice!â Derek exclaims in desperation, showing said dice to the crowd of curious passerby and the sailors they just tried to scam, âGuard! Arrest him!â he points at Stiles with his other hand.
âYou dare to impugn my honor?â Stiles yells back after a dramatic gasp, a hand on his chest, âHe was the one who was cheating! Arrest him!â He pushes against Derekâs chest who lets himself stumble a few steps back for show. The only real way for Stiles to have the upper hand is not with brute strength.
âAre you calling me a thief?â Derek screeches, a tone he would never be caught using in any other occasion than fake fighting Stiles for an escape. A situation that, really, happens way too often. âYou better get these sailors money back or IâllâŚIâllâŚ,â he looks around and finds a big guard in shining armor right behind him. He grabs his sword and turns to Stiles in the same motion, before the guard can react, and haughtily exclaims, âEn garde!â This is is favorite part.
âEn garde yourself!â Stiles answers petulantly, stealing a sword to another guard but ending up with a knife instead. Rectifying his mistake quickly, he begins to step to the side so they round each other and get closer to the only end of the plaza thatâs empty of people.
Which is: a wall. They cross swords a few times before Derek jumps on a barrel, a pile of crates, and then is on the roof of said wall. âYou fight like my sister!â he taunts, looking down at Stiles with the straightest face he can manage. Cora would kick his ass for the comment, but she left for the new world months ago so Derek feels pretty safe saying this.
âI fought your sister! Thatâs a compliment!â Stiles laughs, following. Itâs true too, that he fought Cora. And lost. Utterly crushed. He bit the dust. All of that and then the following endless teasing.
Stiles, with his usual grace when heâs not minding his own body -like right now when heâs having so much fun- slips on a tile and falls on his ass on the roof. Derek, fast on his feet, advances and puts the point of the sword under Stilesâ chin. Stays there for a few seconds, smirk on his face while Stiles playfully glares at him. Then he withdraws and bows to the crowd whose cheer is devolving into confused questions.
âIt seems to be a draw,â he says to them when Stiles is up and standing right behind him. They throw the swords down.
âAdios,â they say in unison, salute. Then jump on the other side.
Derek tries to understand how in the hell they ended up where they are. That is to say, in the middle of the ocean on a small boat with a horse and no provisions.
So they jumped from that wall. Yes. Then they ran. Okay. Then they hid behind some crates on the docks. So far so good. Thatâs routine, thatâs the kind of trouble they always end up into -the kind of trouble Stiles always seems to pull them into anyway. Not that Derek doesnât like it. Heâs an active participant in trouble. Heâs also an active participant in bitching about it, but itâs his most attractive feature, or so he heard. From Stiles, actually.
Itâs just that trouble landed them locked in a cell on Gerard freaking Argentâs ship. The ruthless conquistador whoâs family had taken part in the inquisition. But that seemed to just make Stilesâ day becauseâ
Rewinding a little: the thing that led to the sailors discovering the loaded dice scam had been a map of dubious origins supposedly leading to El Dorado. The map looked shady and not informative at all, but Stiles eyes lit up: El Dorado, city of gold and magic and, according to legends, where all curses could be broken.
And, well, as it happens, Derek is cursed.
And, also, as it happens, conquistadors usually sail to the new world and incidentally the mystical cityâs continent.
So, Stilesâ eyes lit up and it frankly warmed Derekâs heart because Stiles is always taking Derekâs problems at heart and making them his own, but then itâs not like itâs a painful curse, just an uncomfortable one. And contrary to popular belief, the curse is not him being a werewolf -for the people believing in them in the first place anyway.
The curse is that apart from his strength, a little bit of his healing factor and his glowing eyes -very useful to freak people out which Derek uses and abuses because itâs just so damn funny okay- Derek is basically human.
No heightened senses, no shift -full or otherwise- no mighty roar.
Heâll deny to his dying day trying to howl and making a wet kitten sound. Stiles wonât let him forget about it, but heâll keep denying it.
Back to the locked up on a ship situation, because thatâs when it got really weird. Like, Stiles baiting Argentâs war horse with an apple and asking it to bring them a pry bar. And before Derek even had time to roll his eyes at the ridicule of the situation, the horse bringing them back the keys.
So, yeah, basically, thatâs how they ended up in the middle of the ocean on a small boat with a horse and no provisions. And no land in sight.
They really shouldâve thought this through.
Theyâre back to back, the horse behind Derek because he -itâs a he according to Stiles- creeps Derek a little with how he seems to understand everything they say.
The situation is pretty dire for a moment.
Derek considers his options. He could take his feelings for Stiles to the grave. Metaphorically, because thereâs no graveyard in the Atlantic. Or, he could confess everything: his annoyance when he first met Stiles on the streets and the kid wouldnât leave him alone, the crush that built up two days in, the full blown love two weeks in. Five years of unconditional love now.
But then, Derek thinks, they could still survive this. And in his book, heâs better dead than alive and embarrassed. Or, heâs better alive and not embarrassed than dead. That sounds more reasonable.
âDerek?â Stiles asks after a long silence. Derek hums in acknowledgment. âDid you ever think we would end like this?â
âWellâŚ,â Derek starts, thinks about it. âThe horse is a surprise.â
Stiles laughs. Then he says, more seriously, âI really wanted to find El Dorado.â
âYeah, I know,â Derek answers, and it makes him smile despite it all. âBut it'sâ itâs okay. You made my lifeâŚan adventure,â he hides his trembling voice behind a manly cough.
âSand,â Stiles states. And, what? What kind of response is that, when Derek just got more emotional in one sentence than in all his years since he met Stiles?
âWhat.â
âSand!â Stiles repeats before straightening up, making Derek fall back in the process, and then heâs out the boat and yelling, âSand!â like a mad man. But then Derek realizes, Stiles is out the boat and that meansâŚ
âLand!â he exclaims in turn, and soon heâs running out himself, laughing. The horse is jumping up and down all around them both.
And then thereâs a crack. And Derek and Stiles looks down at what Stiles just crushed under his foot. A skull. With the rest of the skeleton pierced by a rusty sword.
âOr, you knowâŚ,â Stiles squeals, âthe boat.â He points behind his shoulder with his thumb, nodding to himself and backing up.
Derek swallows. âYup,â he agrees, and turns on his heels to prepare the boat. Wherever they washed up, thereâs probably a civilized city up or down from here that they can get to by boat. Not being killed seems like a good option. Derek likes it. He votes for it.
But Stiles is not following him. Heâs still on the same spot, looking at the jungle with a thoughtful look that Derek does not like at all. Itâs the kind of look that got them chased by a hoard of angry cats one night. Stiles is reaching inside his tunic and Derek knows where this is going.
âDerek! Derek this has to beâ this is fate, this isâŚDerek, look!â Stiles holds up the map and points at a big rock that could either look like a bird head or a drunk turtle. Itâs not a comparison that Derek pulls out of nowhere too.
âNo,â he says, then sighs because he already knows Stiles will win this. But damn if Derek wonât make it hard on him.
âDerek!â Stiles turns to him and uses that begging voice that almost always makes Derek cave. âLook! Itâs the start of the map! Weâre so close! We just have to follow the trail!â Stiles bounces on the spot, looking everywhere and glancing pleadingly at Derek.
âWhat trail?â Derek asks in an already defeated tone, crossing his arms on his chest.
Stiles runs to the thick edge of the jungle and smacks head first in a big rock that was hidden by leaves. He falls on his ass and Derek steps up with worry before Stiles gets up again and starts running again.
âOkay, not that one,â Stiles shouts in his excitement, looking at the map instead of where heâs going, âbut this way Iâm sure!â And then, miraculously, when he jumps between the trees he doesnât brain himself on anything else.
Derek shares a look with the horse. And the horse, he swears to god, the horse shrugs before following Stiles. Derek blinks. Shakes his head to try and wake up. When it fails, he shrugs too and goes after Stiles and the horse.
âJust remind me whose brilliant idea this was?â Derek grumbles, stomping through the unknown jungle completely naked. Stiles runs after him in the same undressed sate and Derek can pretend heâs okay with it while Stiles is half hidden under water but he really canât deal with it in the open air.
Itâs just hard, okay? And heâs not talking aboutâ heâs talking about his feelings and the fact that Stiles is way more good looking than he realizes himself.
âThe swimming or the travel?â Stiles asks, out of breath, cursing when he stubs his toe on a root, âBecause pleading guilty on the trip, though I really didnât plan on us being trapped on a ship, right, but the swimming was definitely you and your frankly disturbing tendency to want to groom yourself every chance you get.â
âThatâs called taking a bath, Stiles,â Derek deadpans even if heâs slightly amused. Plus, Stilesâ got a point. He was the one that suggested they clean up, though Stiles is the one that wanted them to relax in the water.
In the end, maybe itâs no oneâs fault that their clothes got stolen by a bunch of monkeys that thought they were funny. Derek just wishes for his awesome sense of smell to be back right about now because these are the only clothes they have and he doesnât want to ride on Roscoeâs back naked.
He still has no idea why Stiles called the horse Roscoe. But he did, so. Thatâs a thing now.
On cue, the horse pokes his head through a thick bunch of gigantic ferns, Derekâs shirt held between his teeth and the rest haphazardly thrown onto his own back. The intelligence of this animal is still uncanny. Derek takes his shirt and yanks it on.
âCome on,â Stiles chuckles, hopping on the spot to put his pants back on -thank god for small mercies- âstop being such a sour wolf.â
âI was led to believe itâs actually my most distinctive personality trait, which is, and I quote, essential to any famous duo of adventurers,â Derek shoots back, already starting to walk back to camp.
âThatâs true, I wonder who told you such a clever thing,â Stiles says, then adds, âwhatâs mine then?â and he must know what Derekâs answer will be or he would have said something himself.
âIdiocy,â Derek smiles. Stiles just laughs.
âYeah, yeah, say that again when weâve found El Dorado!â
Derek doesnât say anything about his doubts that the city is even real, because he knows Stiles has the same.
Derek slumps down next to the fire and Stiles does the same opposite him, and as he looks at the beautiful, kind, clever, cheeky man bathed in firelight, he thinks that he would follow him to the edge of the world.
They follow more rocks, some weird butterflies that fly out conveniently at the right time, a big ass waterfall, and then Roscoe is walking on a log in thick fog, no idea where theyâre going at the moment.
So it really shouldnât come as a surprise when the log cracks and thereâs absolutely zero ground underneath.
Derek curls around Stiles who was riding in front of him, trying to protect him from the uncontrolled fall through branches, but when they roll on the hard ground at the bottom they both smack their head on something and all Derek knows is dizziness, white creeping on the edge of his vision, and the headache of the century.
He learned all about hangovers after his curse. This is a reminder he couldâve gone without.
He comes back to full consciousness faster than Stiles, unsurprisingly, but he doesnât move a finger because he finds out then that Stiles is half sprawled on top of him. And, well, he wants to enjoy the that for a second.
Itâs just thatâ heâs never been able to tell Stiles how he feels because heâs too worried of ruining everything. He knows that he could very well live without him if things go bad, he just doesnât want to. And Stiles is flirty with everyone so Derek canât ever let himself hope when the flirting is directed at him.
Plus, heâs got way more than easy smiles and winks from Stiles, heâs got his friendship. Heâs got the bad days and the awesome days, he knows Stiles past and he shares his present, as cheesy as that sounds. Theyâve had each otherâs backs for years and sometimes itâs like they share one mind.
But Derek draws the line at sharing Stilesâ bed even if it would be totally platonic, avoids at all cost seeing Stiles naked, and certainly keeps his feelings in check.
So right now, he indulges himself in some harmless contact while protecting Stiles from the cold hard ground.
But then, when he studies the massive block of rock that they hit, he sees that itâs definitely not natural. Unless rocks started coming in perfect rectangular shapes standing straight up from the ground with an artistic carving up front.
Even upside down, the picture is familiar. Derek gently pushes Stiles and stands up, takes out the map from his own tunic because he didnât trust Stiles with it after he let it be snatched by furious wind and they spent two hours running after it. In circles.
He glances from the carving to the drawing on the paper. Two persons riding a snakeâs back. He hums. Goes to look behind the sculpture. Then he crouches next to Stiles.
âStiles, hey,â he shakes him, then again when Stiles groans. âStiles. We found it.â
âWhaâ?â
âEl Dorado. We found it.â
Stiles sits up abruptly, keel over to the side before Derek pushes him back up, and then he fully realizes what Derek just said.
âWhat? We found it?â he exclaims, excited that theyâve reached their goal.
âYep, we did,â Derek nods with a satisfied expression.
âWhere is it?â Stiles gets up and starts looking everywhere.
âJust. Just there,â Derek gets behind him and turns him to the giant slab of rock.
âI donât understand! Where is it? Behind? Is this the door?â
âNo, no. This is it. El Dorado. Is. A. Rock,â Derek enunciates calmly. Stiles stays speechless for a second before he runs around to see for himself. And just behind the sculpture thereâŚabsolutely nothing. Just an empty space before a waterfall that is not even that impressive.
âI, uhâŚ,â Stiles says awkwardly, then he shrugs. He looks disappointed but not overly sorry to have come all this way for nothing. Itâs not like they donât know how to feed themselves and thereâs water in abundance and okay, the storm the other night was a bit of a pain, but overall they havenât done too bad for themselves here.
Thatâs what Derek knows is going through Stiles mind. He thinks more or less the same, but this was Stilesâ idea all along so heâs going to milk the embarrassment for the rest of his life.
âOkay, soâŚ,â Stiles rubs at his neck and turns to Derek with a sheepish smile, âI guess we go back to the place we camped at last night?â he offers, one shoulder raised, head tilted to inspire sympathy.
âYouâre on fire duty tonight,â Derek states, then thinks and adds, âand hunting duty too.â Then he gets on Roscoeâs back. Stiles pretends to consider, but really he knows he owes Derek at least one night of laying around with his feet up. So he eventually nods and gets on the horse.
Of course, because thatâs their life, thatâs the exact moment a girl with fiery red hair chooses to appear out of thin air right in front of them, run into Roscoe head first, and fall on her back dropping to the ground what she was carrying in her arms. The thing rolls out of the cloth that was protecting it and that, right there, is a freaking glowing ball ofâ ofâŚsparks.
That thing. It can only be magic.
The day gets weirder. Only a second after the girl bumps into Roscoe, a small army of armed men comes running and shouting after her in a language Derek can perfectly understand. Thankfully they donât seem interested in the two bewildered men on a horse, too focused on the girl who gets to her feet, scoops up the glowing ball and back up towards Roscoe.
And then, she points right at Derek and says, âThe gods asked me to,â in a very condescending voice before all but hurling the sparking thing at Derek. He catches it by reflex and has a second of utter panic before realizing that he thing doesnât burn. ItâsâŚquite nice actually. Kinda tickling.
Heâs pulled back to the present when, for some reason, Roscoe violently rears up and Stiles grabs at every available parts of Derek to stay on the horseâs back. Like, hair and neck, almost choking Derek in the process.
When Roscoe calms down and Stiles is done trying to kill Derek, theyâre met with the strangest sight: every last warrior down on their knees, foreheads on the ground. The silence is deafening after the previous chaos.
Derek looks over his shoulder and shares a look of total confusion with Stiles. Then he turns back and shares a look of total confusion with Roscoeâs right eye.
One man gets up and, without looking at either of them, gestures to the waterfall behind the sculpture. âCome, lords.â Everyone gets up and starts to walk. The girl look at them with one eyebrow raised and silently urges them to follow.
So they do.
For a wild panicky minute, Derek is pretty sure this underground river with lead them straight to an afterlife of some kind because there is a light at the end of the tunnel. But then the light is obscured by a curtain and thenâ
Then, theyâre on the other side of the curtain and he canât be anywhere else than in heaven because this is just way too magnificent to be true. The tunnel opens on a wide lake fed by a multitude of waterfalls, lazy streams running between luxurious vegetation and beautiful, golden buildings.
Behind him, he hears Stiles whisper, âEl Dorado.â
People gather on the banks of the lake to look at them curiously. Derek feels Stiles nervously reaching for his hand, so he grasp Stilesâ and feels the tremors in his fingers. Theyâve long passed the stage of being self-conscious about holding hands to anchor themselves to each other, but it never ceases to make Derekâs heart beat faster.
They stay like that when they disembark, and the man who welcomes them takes one look at it and smiles knowingly. He introduces himself as the chief, and Stiles squeezes Derekâs hand harder in excitement. Thatâs when Derek finally dares to glance at Stiles, and heâs left as breathless as he thought he would be at the way Stiles seems to shine. It makes him smile despite the strangeness of the situation.
âYou are welcomed among us,â the chief says, and Derek focuses back. His eyes keep going to the man standing to the right of the chief: a milky eyed man with the kind of smile Derek has only seen on cruel people. The armed men gather behind him.
âOh course, the gods are welcomed,â milky-eyed man says, voice dripping sweetness, bowing his head a little, and Derek still wonders what this gods business is all about, âbut I only wish they could bless us.â
The chief glances from the man to Derek and Stiles and smiles nervously.
âCome, now, Deucalion, no need to overwhelm our guests so early, their presence only is already a blessing. Iâm sure theyâll perform their miracles when they deem the time right.â
Miracles. Okay. No.
âWould you excuse us for a second?â Derek smiles, and barely waits for the answering nod to grab Stiles and lead him just far enough that he can whisper without anyone understanding his words.
âThis is crazy Stiles!â he whisper shouts, but Stiles is looking all around him with the same bright expression he had a minute before. Derek shakes him until Stiles focuses back on him.
âDerek, this is amazing, isnât it amazing? We found El Dorado! Itâs beautiful! And they have magic!â Stiles manages to contain his excitement enough that heâs not too loud about it. Derek glances at the people watching them with an affable smile to keep them from becoming too suspicious. Heâs not sure what happens to fake gods, but heâs not willing to find out.
âStiles, this is insane, we canât stay here and pretend to be gods!â
Stiles blinks and frown, and Derek almost regrets the loss of his happy expression. âThen we tell them the truth,â Stiles shrugs as if itâs that simple. Derek groans.
âWe canât! Theyâll kill us! Best thing to do now is to, I donât know, say weâre busy with other godly things and we were just passing by to say hi, and leave.â
âNo!â Stiles shakes his head, âWe need to stay here! Why donât you want to stay here, itâs for you that we came all this way!â Heâs getting worked up and Derek doesnât feel warm right now he just feels angry because why canât Stiles ever see when theyâre heading straight into big trouble?
âWell I didnât ask you to!â Itâs a wonder theyâre still whispering at this stage, glowering at each other. Stiles snaps his mouth shut and glares at Derek with betrayal on his face.
âWell if you donât care about your curse and if Iâm such trouble trying to help youâŚ,â Derek doesnât like at all where this is headed, âwell.â Stiles takes a step back, getting free of Derekâs grasp on his shoulders. He continues louder and louder, âYou can. Just. Leave!â
At the exact same time he shouts the last word, the ground starts to shake and thereâs a roar like nothing Derekâs heard before. He turns just in time to see a nearby mountain let out a column of smoke. When it stops and the grumbling eases down, thereâs just silence. Heâs shaking all over, and he knows Stiles is as freaked out as he is.
They both turn back to the people behind them with wide eyes, only to find them prostrated like the warriors before. Derek has a sinking suspicion that fate just made it near impossible for them to convince anyone theyâre not gods.
âLords,â the chief gets up and approaches them, âlet me show you to your rooms. Youâll have everything you need, and weâll host a feast in your honor tonight. Please, stay with us until then.â
Derek canât think of anything to say. Besides him, Stiles nods.
Derek really needs to get his priorities straight. Because theyâre in a hidden mystical city of gold and magic, treated like gods, and heâs losing his mind because right now heâs sharing a bed with Stiles.
Why is there even a bed, in a room at the top of a hundred stairs, in a temple for the gods? Do gods sleep?
So thereâs only one bed and Derek couldnât exactly say to Stiles that he didnât want to sleep next to him. And here he is, so far from Stilesâ warm sleeping body that heâs almost rolling off the edge of the bed.
Itâs torture, really, he wants to gather Stiles in his arms so bad and cuddle and kiss but he canât say anything about it. Theyâve more or less settled their arguments from earlier but Derek wonât risk anything else to piss Stiles off. What would he do, then? Go back to the jungle alone and try to get back to Spain? Find Cora?
He sighs.
âDerek?â a quiet voice interrupts his thoughts. He hums in answer. âIâm sorry about earlier.â
Derek turns until he faces Stiles, bathed in the silver moonlight. Itâs so different from firelight and yet, Stiles is as beautiful. âYou wonât leave, right?â he asks, putting an open hand between them. Derek takes it.
âIâm right here with you,â he says.
Lydia knows, obviously, that theyâre not gods. Derek has a gnawing suspicion the chief knows too, but doesnât say anything. Deucalion tries his hardest to prove it, of course.
In the middle of all that, itâs been three days since theyâre here and Derek is downright miserable. Not because theyâre this close to being pinned down as plain humans -or as close to it as possible in his case- and possibly thrown down this scary pit of swirling water behind Deucalionâs temple to his scary death gods.
No. Because Stiles has taken to the city and its inhabitants like a fish to water. Especially Lydia. Theyâve been talking and talking together day in and day out and Stiles looks at her with stars in his eyes and Derek is not jealous, alright, but heâs just a bit pissed off by it. Thatâs all it is.
And the chief too. When Stiles is not with Lydia or playing stupid street games with the city people, heâs trailing the chief like a overexcited puppy, asking a thousand questions. This one, Derek can understand a little and not feel too left out, because Stiles apparently found a new father figure and Derek is happy for him. Really, he is. Itâs just that he feels like his own place is not here.
And Stilesâ is.
So Derek looks for any evidence that Deucalion will make a move against them, since Derek and Stiles not so kindly rejected his offer to dominate the city with him and overthrow the chief. He enjoys the heavenly good food -he didnât cry the first time, okay, he just got dust in his eyes- and he walks around. Sitting down on a small pier in an empty part of the city, Derek sulks.
That is, until someone sits besides him. Derek saw this girl around town a few times, always accompanied by a pale guy with ridiculous scarfs and a big guy who looks like he could crush your head with his fingers.
Derek looks back at the parts of the city still illuminated by sunlight, and from here he can see Stiles running around with little kids trying to teach him a stupid game involving a stick with a net at the end.
If he squints, Derek can also see that new friend Stiles made for himself, the one with the crooked jaw. He grits his teeth.
âYouâre pretty stupid for a god, arenât you?â the girl says matter-of-factly.
âAnd thatâs your business how?â Derek grumbles. He regrets being so rude sometimes, but he canât help himself. Itâs his selling point, or so Stiles said.
âI just wouldnât want the volcano to explode in our faces if you get your tail in a twist, thatâs all,â
Derek looks sharply at her then, because thereâs only two people that say that to him and itâs supposed to be a joke about his werewolfiness. The girl only scoffs.
âWhat, like itâs supposed to be this big secret? Weâre only playing along because to piss off Deucalion you know,â she chuckles, âand because youâre both too adorable.â She sobers up. âBe careful about Deucalion, though. Thereâs not much we can do to help if he ever does something against you two. Heâs the one with the magic around here, thatâs why Lydia tried to run away with the Stone.â
Derek doesnât say anything, just nods. His brain is working overtime to connect all the dots.
âWhy am I an idiot then?â
She studies him with her eyebrows raised like just asking the question proved her point. âWeâre all betting on when youâll get your heads out of your asses about your stupid crushes,â she says, and itâs the most crude person Derek encountered here, everyone else is always so polite. âAlso, thereâs a second poll going on about whoâs going to go first with the confession.â She looks at the city then, a satisfied smirk in place.
âAre youâŚ,â Derek narrows his eyes, because heâs no beginner in scams of all sorts, âare you telling me this to rig the game?â
She laughs, head thrown back, âThatâs what youâre focusing on?â she turns to him again, still laughing. Then she winks and gets up. Before he knows it, heâs alone again and left reeling with the implications of what she just said.
Thereâs bets on who will confess first? ButâŚthey can only be wrong. But they got it right about Derekâs crush -is he that obvious?- soâŚ
Derek watches the sun set and the stars come out. He doesnât move for a long time. He needs some time to unfreeze his brain.
Of course, since itâs his life and nothing can ever be easy, when he finally gets back to their chamber ready to just throw caution to the wind and kiss Stiles -after his confession and Stiles consent obviously- itâs only to be rudely interrupted by a giant moving rocky sculpture of a wolf.
Derek isnât even surprised by this. Just disappointed.
âWell, well, well,â Deucalion says, eyes shining the same red as the lines that course all over the beastâs body, making it clear heâs the one controlling it, âlooks like the big wolf is going to eat the little one.â
Derek steps aside so heâs standing between Stiles and the threat, which of course Stiles ignores by coming to stand next to him.
âWhy are you doing this?â Stiles asks coldly.
âMy, but to get more power!â Deucalion extends his arms to the side. He looks like a fanatic, but then with his worshiping of death gods Derek supposes he is. âCome now, little god,â he says with a smirk to Stiles âif you stand aside I might yet let you live.â
âYouâre going to do just that,â Derek snarls, taking a step. He ignores Stiles trying to grab his arm and keep him back.
âOh for godâs sake,â Stiles groans, and the irony is definitely not lost on Derek but then Stiles is pulling Derek back so hard he can only stumble. Balance lost he finds himself already running down the hundreds of stairs of the temple before he even processes Stilesâ hand in his.
Derek thinks they managed to avoid wreaking too much havoc on the city itself by fleeing towards the outer limits of it.
But now thereâs nowhere to go, theyâre on the edge of the big freaky drop into swirling water and the rock beast is advancing on them. Stiles has picked up a machete from somewhere and, true, heâs better at sword fighting than Derek -which he proved multiple times and smugly reminded Derek of- but machetes arenât the same thing at all.
And Derek would know, he almost lost a finger when Stiles picked one up a few days ago and started messing around with it.
Plus, thereâs probably nothing it can do against rock. So, theyâre pretty much screwed.
Derek desperately tries to think of a few good last words, but nothing comes to mind. So, hereâs to improvisation he guesses.
âI, uh, I love you.â
Well that couldâve been better in execution but heâs going with what he has right now.
Stiles turns to him with a very offended face and Derek is worried for a second.
âSeriously?â Stiles squeals, âYouâre doing this now?â He shakes his head. âWell good job on the dramatic reveal,â he grins, eyes still fixed on the beast that has now backed them up all the way to the edge. Then he turns to Derek with the brightest smile, though itâs tainted by fear. âLove you too.â And then he starts running at the beast.
âStiles!â Derek yells, but itâs too late. He suddenly understands that Stiles is trying to get past the beast to Deucalion. The man is standing right behind his monster and laughs manically, yelling something that sounds like âI am the demon wolfâ which is so ridiculous Derek is probably hearing it wrong.
Stiles actually manages to dodge two swipes of gigantic paws coming right at him with this grace he only possesses in actual fights. But the third gets him, and he flies back, rolls, stops at Derekâs feet. He doesnât move again.
And that, right then, makes something crack inside Derek. The terror and desperation fade into the background, overcomed by pure rage.
He howls.
He shifts.
Everything else is a blur, but Derek is quite certain of something: he didnât save the day. He did save Stiles though, so in his case it counts as saving the world. He kinda hates being so cheesy, but well.
He knows that Lydia barged in, kinda ruining his very own moment of bravery and curse breaking and love protecting, and she saved the day with an almighty scream that broke the rock monster in millions pieces, as easy as glass.
Deucalion is dead, too, which shouldnât be a relief but is. No one could stand the guy and his dramatics.
So that leaves them here, standing on the main pier with the chief, people curiously looking from afar. Thereâs the betting girl over there who thumbs up at Derek and he wonders how she can know.
Stiles is having his injured arm bandaged and he looks guiltily at the chief.
âSoâŚ,â he drawls, âbleeding! Not a god!â He rubs at his neck with his good hand, and the chief mirrors the gesture but in a thoughtful way.
âYeah, I know,â he smiles, steps up to ruffle Stilesâ hair. They both look at each other for a long moment, the chief with pride and Stiles with wonder.
âSoâŚâ Itâs Derekâs turn to awkwardly start. âWhat now?â
âYeah, do we have to go?â Stiles starts to ramble, âCan we, like, stay?â he directs that one half at Derek, âWe also have to think about Argent because he'llââ
âStiles.â The chief raises his hands in a calming gesture, making Stiles take a deep breath. âYou can stay, son.â For a second he almost seems surprised himself at the word, but then he continues as if nothing happened, âIf you wish so.â Stiles looks up at him with such hope, then at Derek with such pleading eyes, that he suddenly realizes how stupid heâs been this past week.
âIâŚ,â he hesitates, looks around for a second. âWell, I donât know many places with good food like this, so I guess it wouldn���t be to difficult to stay.â
Thereâs a short silence before everyone starts laughing. Stiles leaps from where heâs half sitting and suddenly Derek has his arms full. He joins the laughter. Yeah. Staying here is good.
âSo,â Stiles says again, but this time theyâre alone. They spent the day celebrating and now the sun is setting behind the mountains, making the volcano light up like itâs on fire. âYou love me, uh?â He looks unsure, like he thinks he dreamed it.
âAnd you love me,â Derek says smoothly, grin in place, acting like his heart isnât beating a mile a minute.
âWell, yeah, I thought it was pretty obvious,â Stiles chuckles, âI guess not. Lydia was right, I am an idiot.â
Derek thinks back on the girl -Erica, he learned today- and what she said. Was it only yesterday? âI suppose I am, too,â he says.
Stiles laughs. âThatâs our most attractive feature.â
âTheyâll write a book about us idiots and our adventures.â
âWell then, letâs make it interesting. Why not start with a little romance?â Stiles steps closer to Derek, and the night is fresh enough that he feels Stilesâ warmth even before theyâre pressed together. He looks into Stilesâ sparkling eyes.
Itâs the new moon tonight. Which, now that he thinks about it, makes it even more incredible that he broke the curse the night before.
But thatâs not the point. The point is, bathed in only starlight, Stiles is beautiful.
Still, heâs half hidden by the darkness of the night so. Derek supposes heâll have to use his lips to see him better. Â
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        â ... fascinating â         this interrogative report was dragging on far longer than he had patience for. and his patience was already wearing thinner and thinner by the day upon every hour.
        the suffocatingly comfortable warmth of downtownâs few remaining hotel rooms was beginning to put him to sleep, despite the cracks in the salmon painted walls, the handful of times his bodyguards had killed roaches the size of his fist, and the general fact that heâd had to suffer the actual presence of bodyguards in the first place.         somewhere in the back of his mind, a hazy voice of inconvenient reason would chime in in a tone of softness and dull clarity that he had no mood to pay much attention to. at least, not when he was already so preoccupied with the shivering collection of bones and meat crouched before him on all fours, a .45 pressed deep into the knot of his tangled ponytail.
        thatâs right, he was supposed to be interrogating this youkai. what was he asking him again? he couldnât recall...
        â --? ... no, my apologies, i wasnât paying attention, nor did i hear you. mostly because you didnât make yourself clear... ... and mostly because youâve come before me, twice... empty-handed.  â
        the sigh that left Kingâs lips should have sounded theatrically exhausted, but it was an expression far more robotic and taught than was reasonably comfortable. glancing briefly to his left, catching the corner glint of reflective shades of one of his taller guards, the man shifted like oil, and brushed a few inaudible words to the hairdresser currently at work on the thicker locks of one of the escorts, seated between the womanâs knees.Â
        â i hope you realize that, at some point, iâm going to have a difficult time believing you every time you report back to me with little to no information regarding the progress made by sanzoâs group, as well as how youâve attempted to impede their progress... â
        the guards at the violet haired youkaiâs sides shifted then, lifting the manâs arms effortlessly despite his exhausted attempts at struggling, which was laughably weak as he seemed to sort of pool into a pile of spaghetti limbs and repressed sobs and sighs before their present Leader.         despite all of the manâs theatrics, Kougaiji still leant forward over his knees, resting his weight on the knees of his starched black slacks and reaching a hand out, carefully, to slip through the locks of the shivering mass before him.
        at some point, he remembered being able to know... to really grasp and comprehend what this feeling was. the coarse texture of strands beneath his touch, the scent of pomade that filtered through the air as he disturbed the fibers. somewhere in the back of his mind, he had the reflex and the though to grasp hold of this, to study and analyze it ( perhaps to remember it ), but the idea was gone as quickly as it had arrived.
        just as it always was... just as it always did.Â
        â ... are you afraid of them? â are you afraid of me?         the answer was always yes.                 of course it was.         King was the head ( temporary head? ) of The Family, who wouldnât fear man of his stature? especially those that had heard rumors and whispers of how different Prince was now than he was before he adopted the title of King.
        King wasnât entirely sure what the purpose of such discussions were, as he did not find himself in the company of gossip, nor entertained any of itâs rumors fairly deeply. either way, it was always something that nagged in the back of his mind. just a general curiosity, of an idea that he might have been Someone Else before he was Who He Figured He Was.
        â you donât need to be afraid of me, as long as you tell me the truth, â he continued in a voice as soft as it had been from the start.         allowing the man to be settled ( or more specifically thrown ) between his legs, he slipped long manicured nails through the kinkier strands of his captiveâs hair, gingerly working out the little knots and snags that his motions encountered.         â all i ask of you is the truth... thatâs all iâve wanted from the start, â he breathed slowly, placing a hand upon the violetâs shoulder, as the other traced soothingly idle patterns in his scalp.
        â if you can tell me this, if you can just be honest, then you know i can be reasonable... i know youâve heard those rumors, and know them to be true--  â
        but there was an immeasurable level of silence, an unsettling amount of stillness, even as âKingâ continued to caress and cajole the confession he wished from the lips of his henchmen.         his stubbornness seemed unfortunate to him. and also foolish, because if there was one thing that King and Prince shared, despite being two sides of the same whole, it was their general fairness in any given situation.
        fairness.... to a fault--
        â ... youâre silence is an unfortunate declaration-- â         and heâs not sure if the violet haired creation in his grasp meant for it to be an obvious act of defiance, or just a general reflex of panic, but regardless of either of these truths, King has already reached forth to grasp a fistful of the retreating figures locks, curled his nails around them, and forced them back into the crook between his legs.         looping one leg over the manâs shoulder, he secures him in place a heel digging pointedly into his thigh, into the flesh and into the ground below as he wrenches his skull to one side by the roots of his hair as he accepts the cooled handle of a hot comb into his grasp by one of his guards.
        â i didnât want to do this... and i want to say you left me no choice, but honestly? iâve been wondering about the scent of warm hair for quite some time you see--  â
        heâs audibly aware of the pungent sensation of screams, more than he is of the scent of burnt hair and scalp. he goes through the motions his mother used on him, taking each strand of hair, carefully at a time, and pressing them flat and thin and straight as he draws the comb up along the length of hair towards his chest.         heâs aware of the motions. and heâs aware that the aroma of cooked flesh and fibers fills the air and mixes in the back of his primitive mind in an unfortunately mouth watering way. because somewhere in the back of his person, behind King, further past prince, and further beyond is some sort of animal and some sort of creature that shivers and quivers at the idea of tasting a drop and a dallop of just an iota of that charbroiled flesh upon his tongue.
        â we can stop any time youâd like... all you must do is to tell me the truth... if you can do so clearly, âround your auditory dissonance, that would be preferable, since youâre not being very clear at present.â
        the garbled sobbing, rigorous thrashing, and the persistence of oily burnt flesh continues to fill the air every time King presses the hot comb further and further and further into the scalp, and nerves and marrow of the man between his knees.         and you know, heâs trying to do his best here? flat-ironing hair is kind of a big to do. it takes patience, practice and the absolute cooperation of your client, and the more this man moves, the worse his service is going to be.
        breathing with a bit more force, King settles to wrap his legs around and over the manâs shoulders, yanking gently on another section of the manâs hair as he grinds and twists the hot comb down into his skull.         roots were always the trickiest to get the straightest, after all, and it required a very precise sort of patience and care to get each little kinky knot to cooperate.
        and he pulls, and pulls and pull and pulls and pulls until silky, smoothly it pops!         and here he is with a fist full of snarled hair in one hand, dripping, dropping, singing and smelling deliciously of ash and fire and blood and tantalizing textures at the end of strangled fibers.         he knows heâs starving and he knows thereâs chocked screams mingling with his own idle thoughts about the idea that eggs and bacon sounds perfect right about now, but he tosses the thought and the forgettable remnants of this manâs scalp over his shoulder into some corner of the room.
        â now... as i have said before-- â he continues calmly, heavily, slipping gently fingers through fresher untouched strands of highlighted hair, free hand idly inadvertently warming the comb in his grasp--         â Queen requests an answer... so-- where is sanzoâs party currently, and how are you still alive after encountering them?  âÂ
#( drabble ) :: so what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you've killed me?#( v; guns and roses ) :: superbeast#( v; guns and roses ) :: sit down or be humble#tw: torture#//not sure what i wrote#//not here#( v; brainwasher ) :: the devil's inside
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