#or behaving like your grandpa with some idiotic mess ups

[klinefelterrible]

I like to think that some super famous movie directors or singers or politicians have fake instagram twitter facebook tumblr accounts and just ask random girls for feet pics, troll random people, assume other identities and talk hours with strangers about their assumed lives and read faqs about crocheting, homemade wargames location making, aliens building pyramids, seals raping penguins, them/real/selves eating glass and shit glitter and stuff

[the-firebird69]

Trump-Supreme Court live updates: What time does hearing start?

This guy Trump is not going to be president and that's all I'm concerned about Biden is a grandpa of mine and his president that's fine but this guy here Trump chose to threaten me to try and become president he's still doing it he was doing it in Northport and should charged for it. And he's been threatening me for stuff and for a long time and you should charge for that but here's the damn point he is not going to be president the reason is he's threatening me I don't care who the hell's president for the most part most of the time and for relative is very little difference in my treatment and in their program it's better for them not to be but this f****** loser thinks everything banks on it practically just put tons and tons of weight into it now his people are dying and there won't be any left because he's choosing to threaten me to become president and I don't care for him being president I don't care for him being some idiot pushing a broom near me he's a moron who tries to ding me all the time and shouldn't be doing anything.

And when it comes down to secrecy and people holding secrets and keeping someone around who's valuable you guys don't do anything my grandpa can hardly do anything and you you just sitting there watching this moronic freak mess around with me so I mobilize my army and growing it and you Max can suck wind too you ain't going to do anything. Resulting factors of me fighting for my life while you all sit on your ass and it's more on sits here threatening me is that I become powerful now if that's what you want you can continue with this treatment. It doesn't matter in a couple weeks and this guy is going to be dead in a few days anyways and most of his regions pictures of New York City and Tommy f. boy what is eye-opener to see you just sit here do nothing and let me wallow and of course if you come powerful anybody that walks up near Trump and starts beating the s*** out of him and becomes more powerful garth became more powerful as an example because he had to. I promise you this person is not going to be president he will never ever sit in the oval office again he is a disgrace to the entire kind of yours Satanist is an embarrassment to you he's a horrifying rat he is a massive massive traitor to you what does grow my army mean you freaking desensitized whimps

Zues Hera

Well that really says it you're sitting around floating and laughing it's going the other way and you're starting to figure it out and that's Max you can't find out why why what happened this freak thing so he can get elected by bothering him and it's making his election and nightmare and you can't figure it out. The guy is dumb as hell and hardly any of yours can figure their way out of a paper bag because you spoiled them and yeah he has more safety when what we're doing it's really stupid how simple it really is that guy's a moron who spoiled rotten and he can't think and that's Trump is spoiled from years and years of getting stuff for doing things it really doesn't work that much and keeps doing it over and over and obscene it looks gross like look at these animals who've learned to behave like stupid s**** and behave inappropriately across the street at the wrong time and do all this garbage and they act like they have some sort of brain disease and it's because of the max that their act is terrible it doesn't get them things against them shot and I can't identify it or adapt can't even see it we don't need you to but it is annoying and shocking and repulsive and yeah this guy Trump is not going to be president. He carries a lot like a street person all the time every day he's just low life idiot the only thing since the microphone. The other day he got caught they usually says swear words and derogatory things we heard meetings too he's sitting there threatening for the presidency his own grandson says he doesn't need to be president but not this way and against this boob who isn't for anybody and they say it too we're hooked on this stuff within and he keeps trying to say it I don't care if I was in presidency is this one here cannot be there is constantly threatening to and there's an answer there isn't there other people have been president BG and different people too sometimes family but this guy is an idiot and does not want to do anything without harassment and he's hooked on him is gross it is gross and for what he's been doing to him he should be executing immediately for your rules they just let him do it over and over and over and it's really disgustingly stupid not only is it disgusting we're going to move to get rid of him and get him out of here he's really European plan it's not really concern of ours and he's ruining your plan. But he is and we're going to work on that and do it he's using it and then uses his cover but really he's not going to be president he is not going anywhere and he is not going to sit here and bother her son for much longer he's going to be expelled from here just like he got expelled from school I really what a waste of time all of you just sitting here ruining yourself for an idiot who you're fighting anyways. And Billy z is going down here's another weiner you guys can't keep it straight at all in any way it's really gross what you're actually doing to yourselves

These people need to be out of here let me show you new orders today pull them out as much as we can

Thor Freya

Olympus

I'm ordering you to stand down and he says who you ordering and I'm wondering you says.

Trump

You don't give me orders and Biden doesn't give me orders who do you think you are anyways Trump you fat ass f****** retard and you never give you orders you try and give me orders I have your decapitated it works pal see that stuff smiling about something it works out of your head jammed up your ass yeah nobody wants a president stupid like you who's been shot in the head five times in the past month you should think before you talk useless slime ball

Zues Hera

I sort of see something what you're saying is you don't follow my orders and he says it's brilliant you can remember that that's amazing how the f*** can you remember that you stupid c***, I say is if you don't follow orders I'm going to do things he says I'm going to do things to you Trump so you can't have any orders issued, so I follow that it's been happening for months he says if not years I've been trying to tell him to do stuff I got to tell you something I don't f****** get what I'm saying he says who gives a s*** you ain't going to be president ever you think that's what you want you're not going to get it you want a new car you're not going to get the new car you want to sleep back you're not going to have a fleet if you want to go anywhere eat well you're not going to cuz you're doing it to me and there's no way that I can't do it back to you you're a fool you're going to die a fool in electrical chamber in Manhattan you're going to be disassemble because you're being a mean person to me for no f****** reason cuz you don't get anything but the business and the blade into your f****** heart it's cuz you're stupid cuz this is what's going to happen to you you're not going to go anywhere your army is disappearing in order for you to be executed Trump, I started get something they want me out of your hair and aren't going to stop until I'm gone there you got it you got it amazing it's almost like you understand English I don't know where are the Blue English is now understood by you, well he says that and I say this I know you're angry you're angry with me and the empire was denied but I'm the one who did that

Trump

So what

Zues Hera

[i-need-air]

Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs Part 2.

Summary: Part 2 is here! While in part 1 it was mostly adoption and how he'd behave with you as a roommate, part two is him ✨ realizing things ✨ followed by how he'd be in a romantic relationship.

Word Count: 2k words [ oops, I did it again ]

Notes: So I said it'll be out in a few days but three [3] people asked me for part 2 and I'm a sucker soooooooo!! I could've just written a long ass fic but whatever, I thought I'd make it shorter in headcanons... hah lol right. Enjoy!

Part 1 here!

× he's a wild wolf so he's very active; like you need to understand he needs to go outside if not he'd get impatient, more aggressive, snappy, so once you took him on an easy hiking trail near your house and he loved it so once or twice a month you both go together to different places [ he demands it ]

× it's hard to keep up with him bc he's literally genetically engineered to be better than any very fit human being but he slows down for you

× morning runs at 5 a.m. bc he's insane

× is also a grandpa

× watched all documentaries on any streaming platform you could provide to him, also loves reading

× as months pass and you start to have your routine in order, word comes to you that an acquaintance is looking for a security guard at his mechanical shop two streets away from your house

× you casually mentioned it to Bakugou because he was starting to act anxious whenever you'd leave the house, so you assumed he was extra bored

× seriously, the house was spotlessly cleaned, he cooked amazingly and was occupied with your old laptop and going around the city to explore, but you guessed he wanted more independence?

× little did you know you were right but so wrong lol

× so Bakugou stared at you intensely and asked "Where?"

× it was as easy as telling him the location, him nodding and you thought he'd consider it; you didn't put any pressure on him because he already did so much to help around anyway

× well guess what bitch, next day he comes up to you saying you gotta co-sign his contract [cuz fuck society] meaning he got the job

× he was perfect for it because tall, intimidating, muscular wolf guy? who'd even mess with him? do they have a death wish?

× well, even before this he started to be... soft

× but once you really did show him you support whatever he wants to do, you give him his freedom and liberty of choice, he just reaaally changes, man

× he gets touchy, like his hands stay one second longer on your skin, he uses any excuse to have them on you, even his eyes follow you everywhere

× like c'mon, it's obvious but you didn't wanna put too much thought into it because we're respectful here

× not like you had a big fat crush on him and slowly started to realize it too

× sike bitch he knows

× you think his super-hearing didn't catch the way your heartbeat spikes up every single time he touches you? *please*

× i think he knows before you know

× meanwhile he is working to discover his feelings too

× so your relationship slowly turns into a couple's like relationship but without anything official and of course no kissing or such [ sadly ]

× would get jealous easily

× basically because nothing is talked between you two and deep down is insecure

× why the hell do you smell like other people? was it just a hug or something else? hell, why would you even hug people when he's right there??? just ask and don't touch some extras????

× another thing he does is getting very close to you while you talk to somebody else; scoffs and glares at them too

× ok so!! gifts! he really appreciates any gift you give him but scolds you if you do because you genuinely don't need to do that

× of course he just scolds you and calls you an idiot so I do hope you already learned his language

× it basically means that you shouldn't have done it, he's really grateful but seriously you shouldn't have

× like that one time you saved up money to get him a good computer and he forgot how to speak for like an hour

× the softest thank you ever afterwards

× still sounded rough but he was shocked as fuck

× one thing that remained in your brain were his friends, as sometimes he'd mention them

× so you took it upon yourself to find them, of course with his permission

× gets genuinely overwhelmed and plays it off saying he wouldn't mind knowing where those idiots ended but you didn't miss the way his voice trembled

× for you to find them you needed names and any information he could provide so that's when he, after a long silence and a mesmerized look on his face, started really talking about his life

× which was fucked; won't get much into detail but he was indeed in a fighting ring, people came and bet on whoever was stronger, he even had to fight his friends, everything was filled with abuse and their conditions were subhuman...

× just overall awful

× you couldn't help but hug him tight, feeling him shake in your arms

× with a hesitant voice he asked if you really did think there was a chance to find them

× just couldn't believe how amazing he felt in your arms

× or how your determination that night made his heart clench and took a big weight off his shoulders

× anywho;;;; after his first paycheck he takes you out on cute dates

× never calls them that, just demands you dress up [helps you out cuz boy got style] and takes you to a nice coffee shop or something

× AND on your fifth not date cuz you're not official but there's this weird tension between you date he finally kinda s n a p s

× you honestly didn't expect the waiter to flirt with you, he came out as very pushy and even if you were a lil uncomfortable you smiled and brushed it off

× when the waiter suggested giving you his number the sandy blond hybrid growled

× which i shit you not made the whole coffee shop freeze

× and you froze too

× but neither of you could say anything because the oblivious fuck kept talking

× basically joking about how you should keep your pet in a leash, to which you got up, threw some money on the table, grabbed Bakugou by the hand and leave before he'd rip someone's head off

× it only took you to touch Bakugou's arm to calm him down as he followed behind you wordlessly

× so you stood outside, angry, deep red eyes on your figure

× and silence

× his hand still in yours

× it was warm and amazing and you felt angry but your heart was beating loudly; angry at the waiter that you wanted to go full Karen on and get fired but excited because that growl shook you to the core, as if you could tell it was territorial and it was because of that pig flirting with you and did Bakugou Katsuki just lace his fingers with you?!

× "Oi." he interrupted your thoughts

× he turned your frame towards him and pulled you [kinda harshly] into him

× you'd make a comment about it but brain empty, just Bakugou Katsuki blushing

× "You're mine, you get it?"

× skdjflglykshs

× it sounded like he asked but it was a demand so oops you're his now ok bye

× like I said, boy isn't dumb so he lowkey knew you felt something too

× legit from there on he's just soft as fuck

× has a hard time opening up but visibly tries for you

× still continues to be a pain in the ass, Bakugou Style, but with a loving teasing attitude behind it

× his eyes give him away all the time

× they shine whenever you're in his field of view so congrats because, and this is the best part:

× WOLVES MATE FOREVER 💕💓💞💗💝💟

× oh yeah, he's yours, no takebacks

× he isn't one to half-ass the relationship; you're his now and he'll do anything for you

× big time touch starved it hurts

× because he is shy

× so whenever you introduce him to hand holding and cuddles, he can't get enough

× not big on PDA [ and not recommended since human-hybrid relationships are kiiiinda frowned upon but it's getting better ]

× although at home it's another deal

× seriously cuddle him; he's big into the protector vibe so he's a big spoon almost exclusively unless it's to sleep on top of you

× speaking of! accept that even if your relationship isn't that intimate, he'd still hint about sleeping together in the same bed

× so you better catch on when he does because he'll just click his tongue and call you needy

× while dragging you to bed

× sleeps holding you, his nose in your hair or in the crook of your neck

× unless it's summer then stay on your side 💅

× you know those kisses that just scream "I can't get enough of you"? that's his whole kissing vibe in a sentence

× hell, even the gentlest kiss gives that vibe away and it'll 100% leave you breathless

× doesn't have experience but is a very fast learner

× pays very close attention to your body language

× really into biting your skin enough to leave marks

× wear his hoodies

× no, I'm fucking serious, wear them now

× his chest puffs and he turns into a blushing mess when you do it the first times because his scent is on you

× scenting is a big thing for him so of course he's gonna love it

× 10x more territorial because now he has a mate to protect

× jealous but trusts you

× still very jealous though

× let's all pretend he is definitely not scenting you before you go out because it's in his nature and it is embarrassing

× the first time he tells you he loves you it's when he's feeling vulnerable

× the search for his friends is still on-going, he feels less than adequate as a providing mate, is pissed at the world for treating him like an inferior animal when they created him, everything is piled on his shoulders and whenever than happens he closes off

× you notice immediately

× will not tell you at first

× it's only when you go to bed and he turns his back to you when you really know it's bad

× even if you fought before, he'd angrily snuggle you at night-time

× now it's so different

× hug him, whisper sweet nothings in his ear, pull a blanket all over you both and big spoon him, he'd start shaking and talking in no time

× will hide his tears from you but you'd know

× "You're the best fucking thing that happened to me, [Y/N]... I—... Shit... I love you so much."

× neither of you slept that night

× excuse you? drink some water and pray to jesus;;; you talked about feelings, ok? communication is key in a relationship, puh-lease

× [ i have this whole nsfw hcs post already cookin in my brain so maybe I'll make it happen cuz y'all know he has a mating season and all that comes with it 👀 ]

× back to being children of jesus here

× thanks the moon, the heavens and all the gods for putting you in his life; boy didn't believe in destiny but deep down he thinks you were meant to be

× you still better wash the dishes or you'll get your ass kicked.

Extra:

× you did find some of his friends, little by little, and even if he acted nonchalant, like k das cool, it was obvious he was extremely happy

× so they did get adopted too

× you got in contact with them on social media and they were all very excited about meeting

× so it was a chaotic meeting with a dog hybrid called Kirishima and a mouse like vibrat yellow guy called Kaminari

× they all were looking for Bakugou too since they were very worried about where he ended

× Kirishima shed manly tears when seeing Bakugou

× as they instantly welcomed you in their small group, they informed you both that the majority of the squad was adopted and they're in contact, while they're still actively looking for the others

× cue to the softest expression you've seen on Bakugou in public followed by "That's good"

× silence

× shock and silence

× Kaminari turning to you and whispering "You did this" with a hand on his heart, lips trembling as he wiped an imaginary tear

× insert instantly snappy Bakugou

× when everyone laughed and continued to make plans to meet up with the others, he just looked at you conversing with them, soft expression again on his features and his chest warming

× "Oh! Look, he's doing it again! Quick, take a pictur—"

× "SHINE!"

[love101imagines]

Just good friends

(sinan | imagine)

request: hey, could you write a picture with Sinan and y/n have been best friends for years, and he's been in love with her, but he never counted, with the group getting closer, he feels jealous of her with Kerem, so he takes the courage to declare. please

tags: @sinanfalls @girl-looking-out-window @imtoolazytothinkofacoolname

You two met when you were thirteen.

His parents were still together and he wasn't as self-deprecating as he was when the rest met him. You were friends, talking every now and then and spending some time together because you were new and didn't really know anyone.

Then his parents abandoned him and he shut himself off, becoming a mess with dark bags under his eyes and his hair sticking out in every direction. But, you were the only one who still stayed at his side, even more than the flask he always carried.

You were a breath of fresh air in the middle of the people who either pitied him or were simply annoyed by his remarks. You thought they were funny, even if you got upset whenever he got into trouble or he turned up late to school, dismissing his teacher quickly before slumping on his seat next to you and falling asleep. There wasn't much you could do, only take notes for him and empty his flask when he wasn't looking.

It didn't take long for you two to be attached to the hip, your entire day was spent on his house or yours were you two would watch TV, force him to do his homework or eat, and simply strengthening your friendship.

It was the day he almost burned down the whole auditorium everything changed.

You were leaning against a wall in the hall, waiting patiently even if everyone had already left for their houses. The last time you had seen Sinan he had been standing in the middle of the stage with a fire behind him before being taken by a teacher to an empty classroom before deciding whether he would be expelled or not.

You saw Işik, another one of your classmates, leave the teachers' room with a frown on her face. However, you didn't have time to ask her what had happened when Sinan left the room shortly after.

"How did it go?" You asked walking alongside him, ignoring the three other kids who also walked out of the room.

He only shrugged, causing you to roll your eyes. "I'm not expelled. Yet." He stated like it was obvious.

You sighed in relief, your eyes softening while you two walked out of school towards the pier. Still, your calmness didn't last for long.

"Why would you do that? I know there was a fight but you can't just burn down the whole fucking auditorium, you idiot." You scolded him, each sentence punctuated with a slap on his arm.

He grabbed your wrist to stop you from continuing to hit him, a scowl on your face for how reckless he had acted while he only took a sip of his flask.

"I can't say I'm sorry for something I didn't do." He said emotionless, waiting for you to take a seat next to him on the ferry.

He glanced at you after a few seconds while you remained silent. "Why does it affect you so much? I don't care about being expelled."

"Well, I do." You admitted still frustrated. "I don't want them to expel my best friend, what would I do without you? God."

His cheeks heated up, looking down at the ground so you wouldn't notice. Even if you had said that he was only your friend, your best friend, it still felt nice that someone cared for him.

You could only stay angry at him for a few minutes, the ferry slowing down as it reached its stop. You turned to him with a smile. "Can we buy some baklava? I waited for you and I couldn't have lunch."

He nodded, the faintest of smiles on his face as you stood up from your seat and grabbed his hand to hurry and arrive at his house on time to feed his grandpa and dog.

It all started to go downhill the next day, when you two found out Miss Burcu would be transferring schools and he would end up being expelled. Even if he didn't care, you wouldn't allow that, so you went to his house to find some kind of solution. It turned out that your other classmates, Eda, Osman, and Kerem, also wanted to avoid their expulsion, so you all started working together to set up Miss Burcu with another teacher so she would marry and stay in Istanbul.

You got closer to the group, and even if you weren't sure why, Sinan didn't seem fond of the idea. He seemed to always be bickering with Kerem, only stopping once you elbowed him so he wouldn't get into a fight, already knowing that he didn’t care but you did.

Still, it puzzled you why he acted like that only with Kerem. He didn't seem to care if you became friends with Eda and Işik, who were quick to point that out.

"So?" Eda asked the day of the rock concert, Sinan nowhere to be seen and the other boys in the line.

You handed your ticket to the guard. "So what?" You asked confused.

She rolled her eyes. "What's up with you and Sinan?"

You shrugged, Isik approaching both of you while you waited for Miss Burcu. "He's my best friend. We've been for years, he's like a brother to me." You quickly brushed it off.

"You seem more than friends, (Y/N)" Işik pointed out. "You're always together, he never snaps at you and you care about him."

You groaned, dealing with those kinds of questions almost every day at school and even from your parents. “Uf, Işik, not you too.”

"One day I literally saw you two passed out on his couch with your head on his lap and his arm around your waist, that's not something just friends do. Spare us the bullshit." Eda carried on.

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying not to show how concerned you were starting to get when he didn't seem to show up. "I'm just really comfortable around him."

And that was the truth. Or at least, part of it. Sinan mattered too much to you to ever try to pursue anything. You didn't want to lose him and you knew he wasn't the best with his feelings, so you simply brushed it off and tried to act as normal as possible. You knew something happened to you when you were close to him, and it was a different feeling from when you were close with Kerem or other boys. A better feeling.

“Hi! Sorry I’m late, Kerem passed by my house and I already waited for you for like ten minutes.” You said, a smile on your face as you sat on a desk in front of Sinan.

It was recess, but most days he didn’t go out in the courtyard and stayed on an empty classroom to sleep or read a book in silence. You usually did the same, even if sometimes you both talked until class started.

He didn’t answer you, his eyes fixated on a page you were sure he wasn’t reading or was taking too long to turn.

“Why didn’t you pick me up today? Did something happen?” You asked taking the book out of his hands.

“No.” He answered shortly before grabbing back his book.

His answer kind of relieved you, but you still felt unsure about why he hadn’t picked you up by your house as he had done for the last three years. The only times he hadn’t was when you were sick, you got up earlier than him or he was passed out on a bench on a random park.

“Anyway.” You started trying not to focus on the tension between both of you, the only ones who were in the room. “Are we going to have lunch at my house? I don’t mind skipping gym today. God, I’m so tired, the other day Kerem was playing basketball because he was kicked out from the team which sucks and...”

“Don’t you have anything else to do?” He interrupted you.

You frowned your brows, feeling your heart drop at his words. “What’s up with you today? You’ve been weird the last few days.”

“Weren’t you too busy with the caveman to notice?” He asked sarcastically, a scowl on his face as he finally looked at you.

“Why are you such a jerk to him? He didn’t do anything to you.” You insisted hoping to get an honest answer.

When he didn’t reply, you continued. “Are you jealous?”

As you stared at him trying to decipher his expression, he shallowed before turning his gaze back to his book. “No, why would I? Don’t be stupid.”

You sighed exasperated, fed up with his snarky comments. “You always do this when I talk to you about a boy.”

He shut his book, “Why? You want us to talk about boys and braid our hair?” He asked with a dry tone glaring at you.

“I don’t want you to act like an asshole whenever I want to have a conversation with you about someone I like.” You shot back, arms crossed.

When you realized his face softened at what you had said, you thought he would apologize for behaving like a brat in the last days. Instead, he avoided your gaze and continued speaking. “You like Kerem?”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Sinan?” You asked incredulously. “God, you’re so...”

You meant to say oblivious, not believing how the boy couldn’t realize that you could only have feelings for him, being by his side every time he needed it.

He scoffed. “Go with your other friends if you want to talk about your crushes so badly.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

His jaw clenched as you stood up from the desk, grabbing your bag next to his in anger before leaving it next to one of your friend’s and leaving the room.

Truth be told, your anger lowered during class, feeling a bit bad once you realized that he spent the entire lesson alone.

“What happened? Why’s he looking at you like a lost puppy?” Eda whispered to you.

You resisted the urge to turn around and see if Eda was telling the truth, so you only continued taking notes. “He’s acting like an asshole.”

She was silent for a moment before nodding, continuing with her drawing while you felt a pit in the bottom of your stomach.

Of course, you had a few fights with Sinan, but most of the time you two didn’t say anything and started talking back again after a while. The longest you had spent without talking was only one hour, but now you ignored him for the whole day.

Still, you couldn’t help a small smile on your face when you opened your door on your house to find him standing in front of you with a bag of food, possibly baklava.

“Everything’s fine now?” You asked.

He nodded, embracing you in a hug that caught you off guard, but you only stood on your tiptoes and hugged him back.

“Bit unexpected. And they say you aren’t affectionate.” You chuckled before pressing a kiss on his cheek.

You took the bag out of his hands before going towards your kitchen, not noticing how his cheeks heated up.

A few days passed and he tried his best not to snap at Kerem. The rest had already noticed the way he seemed to look at you, and even if they urged him to confess his feelings, he still felt unsure about it, feeling like he was going to fuck it up.

With the plan, you had managed to convince Burcu and Kemal to work together for the May 19 celebration, and after spinning around under the boiling sun, you left your umbrella on the ground before heading to your bag to drink water.

On the other side of the courtyard, Sinan took a gulp of his flask. It had to be now before he regretted it. After almost finishing his drink, he made his way towards you, grabbing your arm and taking you away while the rest of the students glanced at both of you curiously.

“What the fuck?” You asked confused once he stopped.

You were in the back of the school, the place were you had reunited with the rest for the last days, but now you were alone.

“I’m sorry for dragging you here.” He started, feeling his hands shaking before leaving them in his pockets. “But I needed to tell you something.”

You nodded, waiting expectantly for him to continue while you leaned against the wall.

“You’re making me nervous, come on. You can tell me anything.” You added, your hand going to his to try to calm him a bit.

He took a deep breath before staring at the ground. “I love you.”

You smiled. “Aw, I love you too, Sinan. You already know that.” You said like it was obvious, your voice trailing off once he sighed and looked at you in your eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked confused, absentmindedly rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand.

“Because I am in love with you, (Y/N).”

You dropped his hand in shock by how serious he seemed to be, finally understanding his words. Before he could regret it, in one swift motion he placed his hands on your cheeks and smashed his lips against yours.

Your head felt dizzy with all the emotions you were going through. You wanted to continue like that for hours, but after a few seconds, he pulled away to allow for both of you to catch your breaths.

You leaned your forehead against him, your lips forming into a smile. “I love you too. More than a friend.”

[darkagcs]

💀  * [ benjamin wadsworth + cismale + he/him ] —— have you met oliver garcia-moreau? they are a twenty-two year old junior currently studying history. they live on decker house, and word around campus is that this gemini is adaptable + intelligent, as well as neurotic + insincere. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. switching languages mid-conversation. piles of half-read books. cigarettes held between trembling fingers.

well this took fucking forever but HEY GUYS!!!!! admin dana here to with her idiot genius child, oliver.

𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

(tw: somewhat detailed emotional abuse, brief reference to physical abuse)

if you ask oliver where he’s from, he’ll basically short-circuit. born in serbia (in the good ol’ days of FR yugoslavia) to a mexican-french couple, and with a childhood spent moving all around the world thanks to his mom’s job as a diplomat, he doesn’t really have much sense of cultural identity.

on paper, being a diplobrat was pretty cool; by the time oliver hit puberty he was fluent in four languages, proficient in a couple more, and had already seen more of the world than most people do in a lifetime. not only that, but he lived only in the nicest houses, got the best education and was driven around in fancy cars, all expenses covered.

still, there were some downsides. some are obvious, like having to say goodbye to your friends and basically restarting your life every three years. others most people don’t think about, like how stressful it can be for a seven-year-old to attend political events where he’s required to behave perfectly or face the consequences.

no matter how many times his mother harshly told him to just suck it up and power through, oliver always panicked before attending any event of that sort, both because of how overwhelming being around so many people could be but also out of fear he’d screw up and make his mother angry — which he always found a way to do. still, with time (and his mother’s scoldings and slaps and pinches) he learned: he was not to speak his mind; when asked how he was doing, he was supposed to lie and say he was doing great, sir, thank you. he was to speak only when spoken to, and his interests — especially the most eccentric ones — were to be kept to himself.

as time went by, he mastered the art of socialising. he learned how to read any room, to charm anyone, to talk his way out of anything. he learned what people wanted to hear and how to say it. but most importantly, he learned how to hide his real self. he crafted a mask of perfection, presenting himself as the princely, polite young man his mother demanded he’d be — but still not one good enough to satisfy her. 

she controlled every aspect of his life. if she didn’t like a friend he’d made, she’d forbid him from seeing them again. if she didn’t like a book he was reading, she’d make a show of tearing it to shreds. if he didn’t behave as immaculately as she wanted him to, she’d lock him in his room without dinner. but she always justified her own behavior. “you must learn how important image is,” she’d tell him. he’s still trying to unlearn these teachings.

for years his life was nothing but this cycle; moving to a new country, creating a new persona to match it, making some friends, saying goodbye, rinse and repeat. it was both tedious and exciting, and oliver hated it even if he’s grateful for so much of it.

he’d only been to the united states a couple of times before he decided to go to college there. there was something about america that just seemed normal. he applied to holloway on a whim; getting into college really isn’t that hard when you’re a rich polyglot with recommendation letters from world leaders. what is hard, as it turns out, is living life on your own when you’ve never had to do anything for yourself, and never got to decide what your next move is going to be. not only that, but being on his own has made him realise he doesn’t really have any idea who he is or what he wants.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

always proper and polite.

very persuasive, especially when it comes to authority figures.

great at reading people but only as long as he’s not emotionally involved, at which point he overthinks every little thing and is unable to get a clear image of what’s going on.

comes across as confident, but is insanely insecure with major imposter syndrome.

can come across as a pretentious asshole, not realising how privileged he is and far removed from most people’s reality his life has been.

at his core, a big nerd who’s incredibly passionate about his interests (especially history) but only lets that side of himself show with select few people.

king of overthinking. his thoughts’ thoughts have thoughts.

desperate for a purpose and/or direction. wants to make life count for something. feels completely lost and has no clue at all about what to do with his life.

acts like an extrovert because he’s been conditioned to do so, but is really more of an introvert and rarely shares his real feelings so he’s like an open book where 80% of the words have been censored out and another 10% is in a dead language.

actually pretty easy to get into his bed, though his princely vibe might make it seem otherwise. desperately craves human connection/doesn’t get attached easily/is afraid of commitment so really he’s more than fine with casual sex (though he’s the type to make them both coffee the morning after or leave a note for the other person instead of just leaving without a word).

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎

(tw: illness?) partially deaf on right year from a bad case of meningitis when he was 13 that also left him with a slight limp. he absolutely hates it, despite it being nearly imperceptible.

learned spanish and french simultaneously while growing up, but feels more comfortable with spanish than any other language and usually speaks it when talking to himself. if he’s around other spanish or french speakers he might switch language for a few words in the middle of the sentence.

so much anxiety!!!!!!!!!!

really bad insomnia.

straight-A student now that he’s in college and studying something he’s truly passionate about, but was actually not very good in high school and mainly got accepted into holloway because of his background.

so bi it hurts.

mom friend energy. if he’s truly your friend, he’ll make sure you’re doing okay and taking care of yourself.

has superficial knowledge on an incredible amount of different subjects.

addicted to caffeine.

weed turns him into a conspiracy theorist.

an absolute mess. can’t handle the most basic house chores. won’t remember to do laundry until he’s down to his last shirt, changing the bed sheets takes him hours, can’t even boil water.

fascinated by old stuff and doesn’t care much for technology. barely even uses his phone. has auto caps on and texts like a grandpa in general.

awful driver with an awful-ler sense of direction.

actually not as rich as he sounds?? like he has money, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not like... yacht-owning levels of wealth. his family mostly just led a luxurious life without having to pay anything for it thanks to his mom’s job, so he finds money to be a confusing concept.

have you read the raven cycle? because not to be super embarrassing but a certain dick gansey might give u a sense of what im going for here. (also sprinkle some amy santiago in there)

HERE is here connection page, HERE is his pinterest board and HERE are some stats.

[searchingwardrobes]

Christmas in Storybrooke: 8/11

Dang, did this story get way more angsty than I had anticipated! This is a rough chapter, I'll be honest, but at least it's short. This chapter also may have a lot of people pissed at me. Listen - this is a story about Henry, from Henry's point of view. Just think for a second all the crap he went through as a kid. Think about how he was treated at times. There's plenty of angry feelings to go around, and Henry unloads on almost every member of his family here (not to their faces mostly, but still). So if you're one of those people who sees your one beloved character through rose colored glasses, well, be prepared to be mad at me. Evil Regals, Ugly Ducklings, Hookers, and Dearies, you may all have reason to be upset after this one. Having said that, I'm hardest on Rumple, so Dearies may want to skip this. I’ve already been dumped on by a hard core Dearie, and I really don’t want to deal with that again, so don't say I didn't warn you.

Summary: My Hallmark Christmas movie fic in which flights get cancelled and Henry’s “best friend’ gets snowed in with him in his quirky hometown for Christmas. Only with magic and fairy tale characters.

Rating: M for suggestive scenes and adult situations, not smut

Trigger warnings: Henry is an adult. Read that again: Henry is an adult. Look at the picset: that’s Andrew J. West. If Henry actually behaving like an adult makes you feel icky, the don’t read this.

Can also be read on Ao3

Tagging @snowbellewells @kmomof4 @kday426 @bethacaciakay @snidgetsafan @teamhook @whimsicallyenchantedrose @delirious-latenight-laughs @winterbaby89 @jennjenn615 @yohoyohoafandomlifeforme @distant-rose @let-it-raines

Chapter Eight: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Henry could have easily caught up with Evie long before she got back to his parent’s house, but he first stood there in Granny’s patio like an idiot. Then he went back into the party, unsure what more he could say, what more he could do, if she was so set on leaving. But the more he tried to make small talk with half the town, the more irritation and anger rose up in him. He’d always been the town’s sweet, innocent, Henry. The wide-eyed boy who saw the best in everyone and had the heart of a true believer. In some ways, in their eyes, he would never grow up.

When one of the princesses – Aurora maybe? - clucked her tongue at him drinking a beer, wondering where the time went, he almost lost it completely. What did these people know about the passage of time? He was probably rude, slamming his beer down and mumbling about needing air, and he was pretty sure his Grandma admonished him on his way out the door, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the cold or the snow or the slippery sidewalks. His mind was on one thing and one thing alone.

Evie startled when he burst into his attic bedroom, dropping a shirt she’d been folding into her open suitcase. She was still in her Christmas dress, though her ballet flats had been kicked off beside the bed. He strode across the room until he was invading her personal space to such a degree she turned and backed herself into the edge of the bed. He encroached further, and she plopped down on the mattress with a yelp. Her eyes were wide as she gazed up at him.

“You wanna know about being a normal kid in this messed up town? Do you? Do you have any idea what it’s like to be the only one who ages? The only kid who moves up a grade each year, and nobody but you seems to notice? I watched everyone in this damn town do the same damn thing day after day after day, and do you know what my mom said when I brought it up? She told me I was crazy. She put me in therapy. Therapy Evie.”

Evie’s lips trembled, but he didn’t stop.

“My mom used magic on me, sometimes against my will. You can’t comprehend how that can mess you up. She and Rumple almost killed my family numerous times. I would look into Rumple’s eyes, my own grandfather, and see rage and fear there. I wondered if he wanted me dead.”

“Henry,” Evie whispered, “I’m sorry, I -”

“I’m not finished. I was put under a sleeping curse that I’m still not completely over. Some nights I wake up in a burning room, and it’s not in my head. I’ve yanked out my own heart, been shut up in Pandora’s box, been chased by flying monkeys, been marked for the Underworld by the man I loved as a father. Then I watched my mom drive a sword through that same man’s heart.” He pointed at his forehead and tapped. “I’ve got a whole other life in here that feels real even though I know it isn’t where my birth mom raised me. Which always made me wonder, did she really give me up so I could have a better life? Or was it because she was afraid to keep me?”

Henry pressed his eyes together as tears gathered. He reached out and grasped Evie’s face and pressed his forehead to hers. “There’s so much,” he whispered brokenly, “that I don’t say because I don’t want to hurt my family. So much anger, if I’m honest.” He opened his eyes and saw her through a watery haze. “You think I need someone from the fairy tale world, but you’re wrong. I need someone who sees me as just Henry. Not as anyone’s son or grandson. Not as the author or the truest believer. I need you Evie.”

The words were barely out of his mouth when Evie captured his mouth in a desperate, hungry kiss. Henry responded in kind, hoisting her farther up onto the bed and sending her suitcase clattering to the floor. Where the night before had been slow and tender, this was frenzied and rough. Evie made love to him aggressively, as if she could force away all of his pain. And when it was over, and he struggled to catch his breath, he believed with all of his heart that she could do just that. So many nightmares plagued his dreams, but if he could just share the burden with the woman in his arms, he just might survive.

The next morning it was cold sheets and empty arms that awakened him instead of Evie’s movements. His eyes scanned the room as he whispered her name, but the bathroom door stood open and dark. Evie’s suitcase no longer lay upside down on the floor, its contents scattered. Her dress no longer dangled from the edge of the chair in the corner where she had tossed it the night before.

She was gone.

A note on his nightstand bore his name. He rubbed his eyes and read it:

Dear Henry,

I’m sorry. I know I’m being a coward, but I couldn’t bear to tell you goodbye. I watch you sleep as I write this, and you look so content. All the things you told me last night broke my heart. Sleeping with you again was probably a mistake, but I was weak. I’m sorry for hurting you, but out there somewhere is your true love. How can I keep you from that? Please have a Merry Christmas. For me.

-Evie

PS please give the other note to your parents.

Henry squeezed his eyes shut as the notes fell from his hand. Last night, he had felt so sure that Evie knew they belonged together, had thought the way she made love to him was her way of telling him she would be by his side. When all along she had only been telling him goodbye.

He turned his head to look at his cell phone lying on the nightstand. It was a quarter to six in the morning, and it was a two-hour drive to Portland from Storybrooke. There were no buses, taxis, or ubers in Storybrooke, so how did Evie get a ride to the airport? Henry grabbed his phone, anger pressing on his chest as he selected the contact he needed. As it rang, he struggled into his boxers, then paced the room agitatedly.

“Henry, my boy,” Rumple’s voice came over the line, “why the early call?”

“Cut the crap, Grandpa, I know she’s with you.”

“Who?”

Henry massaged his temple, the hand clenching the phone shaking with anger. “You know exactly who I’m talking about. Evie told me that you lectured her at the party with a bunch of crap about my destiny -”

“Crap you say? Funny, last time I checked, I’m able to see the future.”

Henry snorted. “Funny that your supposed gift has never helped any of us. At. All. So excuse me if I’m skeptical that you have any insight on my love life. Now put Evie on the damn phone.”

“Unfortunately, your Southern belle is already heading to her flight. I dropped her off at the curb fifteen minutes ago and am already heading back to Storybrooke.”

“Why the hell did you do that?”

“She wanted to be with her family for Christmas.”

Realization dawned. “It was you who told her about the flight.”

“Henry, I’m only trying to protect you and the rest of our family. The Land Without Magic has never brought anything but trouble. You living in New York is already distracting you from your destiny as the author, so I was eliminating another distraction. Be thankful I didn’t do so with my darker impulses.”

Henry pressed a trembling hand to his face as tears slipped down his cheeks. “I hate you,” was all he managed to get out before tossing his phone onto the mattress. “Merry Christmas,” he grumbled to the empty room.

[cornyregans]

Capp Manor - Day 4

Our visit to the Capp Manor begins with an early morning sibling confrontation.

Tybalt: Why are you interrupting my morning dance session? Juliette: You’re in my room, lameass! Get out!

As soon as everyone went off to school or work, the penguin dropped by for a visit.

Tybalt returned home from school with an A+.

Tybalt: Look, Grandfather, I’m smart!

Um, hate to break it to you dude, but Consort’s still at work.

Not to be outdone by her older brother, Hermia got an A+ of her own.

Hermia: FINALLY!

Hermia: I finally got an A+ of my very own!

The celebratory atmosphere came to an abrupt end once Juliette realized that her toilet was clogged.

Juliette: That damn idiot brother of mine! Who does he think he is, clogging my toilet?! He better watch his back!

Tybalt and Juliette also brought some townie friends home. Heck, Tybalt’s is even wearing a similar suit. Who knew Great-Grandpa Octavius was such a fashion icon?

Tybalt: Hey, person who actually wants to hang out with me, guess what time it is? That’s right, it’s noogie time! Jihoon: Dude? I know you’re a social trainwreck to the nth degree, and that’s cool, but this is not how you make friends with someone.

Once he arrived home and saw that the manor was filled with teens, Consort decided to invite his two living daughters over for a visit.

Goneril: Juliette! Juliette: Aunt Gon! Regan: Don’t forget about me! I’m walking over as fast as I can!

Upon entering the manor, both sisters made a beeline for the nearest bathroom. Goneril got there first, and Regan wasn’t exactly happy about it.

Regan: How long are you planning to be on the toilet? Goneril: Regan, I drank five cups of coffee throughout the day. I can’t tell you exactly when I’ll be through here, but it won’t be for quite awhile. Regan: Oh, take your time. It’s not like I have two babies pushing down on my bladder right now. Nope, I can wait forever. Goneril: Playing the pregnancy card won’t work on me, Sister. I have four children of my own, all of whom have pressed down upon my bladder while they were growing inside of me. You should be aware of that little fact considering you were present for each of their births. Oh, and speaking of things you should remember, there are three other bathrooms in this manor. If you cannot hold it in, then please use one of them and leave me be.

After finishing up in the bathroom, Goneril decided to spend some time watching TV in Tybalt’s room.

Goneril: Goodness, Tybalt. Of all things I expected to see on my visit today, a girl actually liking you enough to let you touch her was at the absolute bottom of my list. Tybalt: Shut it, Aunt Goneril! I’m plenty popular with the ladies! Goneril: I’ve heard otherwise from more reliable sources, thank you very much.

Juliette: I just realized that I haven’t slapped my brother around for clogging my toilet yet. I should get on that.

Luckily for Tybalt’s face, Goneril managed to distract Juliette with a pillow fight.

Juliette: GOTCHA! Goneril: Oh! So you have, my dear niece! But I’ll get you yet!

Outside the manor, the ghost of Scribonia Capp was making the rounds yet again.

Scribonia: My mother would not be happy with the current state of this family!

Scribonia: She would especially hate my hideous great-grandson who has the audacity to go around wearing my late-husband’s clothes! Why, his lack of charisma is absolutely atrocious!

It was also during this haunting that I realized Scribonia also has a discrepancy regarding her aspiration. Much like Julius Caesar, she is clearly displaying a thought bubble containing the family aspiration. Unlike Caesar, she does not possess the unfinished “power” aspiration, rather she was yet another fortune sim in the Capp family.

She also decided to channel her late father-in-law by possessing the inflatable pumpkin.

Scribonia: Wooo! This pumpkin is disappointed!

Back inside the manor, Consort and Regan decided to spend some father/daughter time while engaged in a battle of wits.

Consort: So, you’re saying that you have two children in there? Regan: Yes, Father. Honestly, I found the thought a little overwhelming at first, but now, Corny and I couldn’t be happier. After all that has happened, neither of us thought we would even have one child, to suddenly be having two...words cannot describe how much joy we are feeling. Consort: How delightful! I am very much looking forward to meeting some new grandchildren. May I try talking to them? I believe you are far enough along for them to be able to hear outside noises, are you not? Regan: You are absolutely right, Father. Please, go ahead.

Consort: Hello, grandchildren, I am your grandfather. My, you both gave us quite a scare all those months ago. I am glad to see that the two of you and your mother are well. Make sure you do not cause her too much trouble once you are out, you hear me? Regan: I’m sure they’ll be fine, Father. They’ve been fairly well behaved since the scare. Consort: You are probably right, dear. I just want to make sure they do not find themselves being questioned by the authorities after causing a scene in public. After all, we have to do everything we possibly can to keep the family name from being sullied. Regan: I see...

Consort: Oh, that was good fun! Do you mind if I feel -- Regan: My apologies, Father, but I’m afraid I’ll have to decline. It’s nothing against you personally, but you have a tendency to use a little too much pressure when pressing down on things. Consort: Goodness, Regan! I thought you were pregnant, not made of glass.

Regan: Made of glass?! Well excuse me for being cautious, Father! Consort: Cautious? Regan: Yes, cautious! I’m sure the words “recurrent pregnancy loss” don’t mean much to you personally, but those words have haunted me and my husband for fifteen years now! We very nearly lost these two once already, and all we want is for them to arrive in this world both happy and healthy! Is that too much to ask, Father?! Corny and I are so close to finally having the family we’ve wished for for so long, and I’ll be damned if my own father takes that away from us!

Consort: You’re right Regan, I’m sorry. Come here. Regan: Oh goodness, I’m such a mess! I can’t believe I lost my temper like that. Consort: Pish posh! You’re fine! Just try to relax and keep your stress levels down. Should anything happen, do not forget that I am just a phone call away. Regan: Thank you, Father. Perhaps I should be going now? It’s getting rather late and I’m quite tired. Consort: That sounds reasonable. Good night, Regan.

While things quieted down a bit after the guests left and everyone went to bed, the calm was eventually broken when Mercutio came back to kick over the trash can again. Since Consort was the first one awake, he went out to pick it back up. Unfortunately, he was greeted with quite a nasty surprise.

Consort: You’ve done it now, Monty! Thanks to you, my sweet Tessie’s home could have been infested with these hideous insects. I hope you’re happy!

Consort: Goodness, I finish up with these cockroaches, and I very nearly wet myself. You and your family better keep one eye open, Monty, because you went too far this time!