#if you didn’t know. i’m 5ft nothing

[lazylittledragon]

i call this outfit “golfcore”

#ramble #alleged 10 year old boy is actually 22 this year #if you didn’t know. i’m 5ft nothing #also i had to take up these trousers anyway but they’re so baggy that if i just cut them to how they’re supposed to be they’d just drown me #so i turned them into This #i will be getting brogues and long argyle socks and a flat cap to complete it

[vixen525noms]

Defying Certain Death Part 13

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is and adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Animal Harvesting; Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

While this part is relatively tame, previous and future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

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Barrett lay back and listened as Hope talked about plants for a while. He didn’t really understand a lot of what she was talking about, and definitely didn’t recognize many of the plant names, but he was glad she was relaxed enough to open up and talk to him. Just as she had been an attentive listener for him, he was attentive for her, asking questions about different things to better understand what she was talking about. She definitely seemed to be fond of plants, and seemed to know a lot about them.

After a couple hours of listening to her, he yawned and sat back up. His previous meal should have moved along so to speak, so he reached for the horse, then paused. “I hope it won’t bother you if I eat this... I know some humans are fond of these animals.” Hope shook her head, but still looked away. “It won’t bother me...” Her voice was soft, he knew she still wasn’t entirely comfortable with him, but definitely seemed to be doing a lot better than before. He was surprised that this actually made him happy. 

He picked up the horse, then hesitated. He could possibly swallow a horse whole... but he had never swallowed something quite so large before. Probably would hurt his throat. Would be better to bite it in half... But Hope seemed a bit.... sensitive. He would need to be careful not to drip blood everywhere, not to mention that blood was extra nutrients and he needed all the nutrition he could get. 

He turned away slightly in case he messed up, not wanting her to see any mess. He put the horse in his mouth, tilting his head back. He didn’t want to lose a single drop of blood, didn’t want any of the organs to fall in the dirt or on his clothing. He bit down, keeping his lips around the horse and keeping it above his mouth as he swallowed the first half, then opened his mouth and dropped the rest in. Perfect, nothing wasted. 

He swallowed, then turned to look back at Hope. She was drinking from the lake and he smiled. Good, she kept herself distracted. “Done. Nothing to see.” He licked his lips just before she looked up at him and he smiled, keeping his lips closed just in case there was any blood on his teeth. “If you don’t mind, Hope, I’m going to get a bit of rest after that meal. As long as you stay close, you should be fairly safe. Wildlife typically avoids giants, so nothing dangerous should approach. You can get some rest yourself. Then we can discuss what we plan to do.” 

Once Hope nodded in agreement, he lay back down. He tilted his head to look at her, “If you want, I can set you on top of me or in my hand to rest? You seemed to sleep well in my hand when I was trapped by the rock slide.” Hope shook her head, “No, I want to go through the rest of the supplies and see what is here. It looks like there’s a makeshift bed in the cart I can use as well.” He gave a slight nod and yawned, “If that’s what you prefer. If you need anything from me, just call out. My kind has sensitive enough hearing that it should get my attention.” With that, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to rest.

He rest fairly soundly for a time, but woke when he heard something strange. The noises seemed to be a mix of growling, and what reminded him of a human in distress... but not particularly close. He sat up, glancing to the cart to check on Hope first. His eyes went wide as he realized she was gone, along with a chunk of the supplies. She had left! He had been so sure she was starting to trust him, get used to him and she left!

Then he remembered what woke him; those sounds may not just be a random traveler, if Hope had left, it might be her in distress. He stood and followed the sounds, keeping his steps light but quick. He sniffed the air... no human blood, so she might still be unharmed... but he definitely smelled her... and he could also smell a bear. He sighed, easy enough to handle for a giant... but it made him sad that she had tried to leave. It felt odd, having such emotions for a human... But no matter, first priority was finding Hope and making sure she was safe.

As his sense of smell suggested, he found the poor girl in a tree, with a large bear underneath, completely focused on her. It was so focused on the girl it cornered, it didn’t notice him until it was too late. He picked the bear up, and in a similar manner to how he ate the horse, downed it in two bites. He then looked at Hope, and sat down facing the tree. “Hope... How am I supposed to protect you when you wander off like that? I told you it was safest for you to stay close to me. You could have been seriously hurt!” 

He reached out slowly to where she was in the tree, moving cautiously to avoid scaring her. He gently plucked her from the branch she was gripping, noticing she let go of it when he took hold of her. Good, no resistance... He had been afraid she’d try to grip the tree and resist him picking her up... so she must have some amount of trust for him. Well, that or she knew he was too strong and that it was pointless. He hoped it was the former. Holding her in his open palm, he stood and started to walk back to where the cart was by the lake. “I guess I’ll have to keep a closer eye on you, if I’m going to make certain you are safe.” He tried to ignore the way she slumped slightly when he said that, but it did sadden him slightly to see that sign that even though he just helped her, she still wanted to get away from him.

He made his way back to the lake and sat down, setting her by the cart. “Take your time putting the things you were carrying back in the cart. When you are done, I would like to rest again, and you can rest on top of me where no animals can reach you. I want you to be safe.” He watched her set the bundle down in the cart, not bothering to unwrap and unpack it before she sat down on the end of the cart facing him. She looked down and away, quiet. He reached out to her, and gently stroked her head rather than grabbing her. “I’m sorry.”

He was surprised to hear her apologize, but it did make him smile slightly. The fact she apologized meant she understood, at least to some degree, that he didn’t mean her any harm. “We can talk more later. For now, a bit of rest might do us both a bit of good, alright?” He watched her for any sign of discomfort as he scooped her up into his hand, laying down with her on his chest and placing his hand over her. If she tried to leave, the movement under his hand would surely wake him. Now he could be sure she would be safe as he slept.

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#giant tiny #size difference #dcd #defying certain death #terrasyor #syor #barrett #barrett the giant #g/t #g/t writing #g/t story #giant/tiny #hope #hope and barrett #barrett and hope #my stuff #my stories #my writing

[typinggently]

Student Teacher Conference

William Butcher/John (Homelander) No powers AU that I had to write since no fics magically appeared in the three hours after I made this post. Butcher (man of dubious profession with anger management issues) and Homelander (very important poster boy with no qualifications for his job PLUS anger management issues) share custody of one (1) child. They hate each other's guts. There's a student-teacher-conference.

Homelander is five minutes early to Ryan’s teacher-student conference. Butcher, who was twelve minutes early, watches him get out of his Royce and wonders whether the parking lot has cctv that would catch him clock the cunt over the head and arrive on time, on his own.  Before he can put some serious thought into that plan, the guy’s turned towards him, one hand checking that slick little hairdo of his. “Oh. Are you wearing that?” His eyes look like dish soap pods in the cold-bright lights.

Butcher already turned towards the entrance of the school, speaks over his shoulder. “Didn’t bring a spare outfit, if that’s what you’re asking.” It’s a warm evening, so he undid the first few buttons of his shirt, but he’s wearing a suit jacket and the shirt’s got a print, but it's silk. He’s perfectly appropriately dressed.

Homelander catches up with him by the door, shoulders him out of the way and gives him a once-over, bottom to top. “Ryan’s teacher is going to think he’s getting raised by a cokehead homosexual.” Butcher gives him a toothy smile, the 5ft something, blond-gelled hair and manicured nails, red pocket square and fake tan, crisp white button-down and navy-blue suit of him. “No doubt, Love.”

For a second, it looks like the cctv in the parking lot will be the least of their troubles, but then a willowy woman with Kate Bush hair and a clunky necklace appears seemingly out of nowhere to Butcher’s right, forcing both of them to step back, stand down. “You must be Ryan’s parents. So happy you could make it, please come in.“ She’s standing in an open doorway, which explains her sudden arrival, and Butcher shoulders Homelander out of the way to step through first.

The classroom looks just about how Butcher expected based on what he’s seen on TV and the chairs are about as hard. He’s sitting right next to Homelander, close enough to smell his cunty little perfume – in other words, too close. He keeps his eyes on the teacher and his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Ryan’s grades are fine. He’s quiet and is a pleasure to have in class. Homelander wants to know how he’s doing in PE. Butcher wants to know if he’s gotten better at speaking in front of the group. Homelander – He – Both of them, apparently, want to know if Ryan has any friends. If the other kids leave him alone. There’s a bit of a flicker in the teacher’s face, there, and Butcher frowns. Next to him, Homelander shifts in his chair. “It’s nothing to worry about. Boys his age can be a little shy and take a little longer to open up to their peers. But I see that with his support system at home, he’s not trapped in the endless spiral of toxic masculinity we are all working so hard on dismantling.”

Butcher bites his tongue to stop himself from frowning. Next to him, Homelander shifts in his chair. “Sorry?” And Butcher doesn’t mean to look, but at the crystal-clear, dangerously light tone in Homelander’s voice, he spares a glance out of the corner of his eye. Homelander is wearing a very bright grin, frozen on his face. “Sorry, what was that?” He looks like a porcelain doll, the kind that fucked up little girls would collect, polished and brimming with an underlying threat of violence.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to imply – I’m just saying that with his unique situation, Ryan has two very different, very positive and loving male role models to look up to.” The teacher must’ve picked up on the hostility seeping out of Homelander’s very pores and she throws Butcher a little glance, a borderline desperate little smile. “Which is, of course, a very good thing. It’s refreshing to see two fathers so involved in their son’s life. It’s a sign that society really is changing for the better.”

There’s a brief silence. The teacher keeps her eyes glued on Butcher. Homelander is staring at the teacher with his doll-grin. Butcher is looking at Homelander. He can practically see the wheels turn under that Barbie-hair. Ryan’s teacher is probably on top of his list of people he has to impress, second only to Mallory. Revealing that your kid is growing up with two people who’d rather skin themselves alive than spend an afternoon at the park as a "family" is probably not the right way to do that. Unfortunately, that goes for both of them.

“Right, yeah.” Butcher clears his throat and reaches over to pat Homelander’s thigh. Homelander snaps his attention towards him, electric blue eyes and gold-shimmering lashes. “No harm done, Love, you know what she meant to say. Society is changing for the better innit? And we’re all doing our part.”

“Right, yes.” And just like that, the stupid poster boy smile is back, brighter than the sun and sweeter than sugar water. “Of course, yes.” Homelander, apparently on the same page and back in character, puts his hand on Butcher’s, clumsily lacing their fingers as he returns his attention to the teacher. “We love the way society is changing. Love, freedom and equality, those are the pillars this country is built on. We spend every waking minute trying to teach Ryan exactly that.”

The teacher nods, tries a little smile, apparently feeling a little safer now that she doesn’t have to worry about a polished yuppie emailing the board about supposed homophobic microaggressions “And that shows. He’s truly a special boy.”

Well, Butcher thinks drily, squeezing Homelander’s hand. At least she’s not going to think Ryan’s being raised by cokeheads.

#'Wallissa why is he called Homelander still?' -- see. he isn't. his name is John. #Butcher just refuses to call him that. #the boys #homelander x butcher #butchlander #<- ngl that is still the funniest possible ship name #drabble

[cornflowershade]

Tagged by @airenyah ☺️

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope!

2. When was the last time you cried?

This morning. For like literally two seconds because I was reallyyy tired and didn’t want to wake up early lol. (Last time I cried for more than two seconds was two days ago.)

3. Do you have kids?

I have 99 of them!!

(I work with a group of kids. I do not have any of my own.)

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I am… not a sports person. I lose games of tag to first graders. I did however do horseback riding for a while as a kid, which I was actually quite good at! Sometimes I miss it, though I have no idea if I’d still be any good after so long.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Sometimes, though it’s not my main mode of humor.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Mmm… maybe a combination of their outfits and of their personal aspect/vibe. (Do they seem friendly etc.)

7. What’s your eye colour?

I have brown orbs that stare inquisitively into your soul until you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

(Sorry for the bad fanfic. I’ll leave.)

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings :)

9. Any talents?

Video editing, art, writing, making up games, hula hooping, sewing, and retrieving small objects fallen down storm grates using nothing but a paper cup, a stick and a shoelace. (I have done this twice. With flying colors!)

10. Where were you born?

The U.S.

11. What are your hobbies?

Fanvidding, sewing, cosplay, obsessing over fictional characters/ships.

12. Do you have any pets?

No, but it would be cool to have one someday! Maybe a dog?? but on the other hand that would mean I have to take care of it which might overwhelm me…

13. How tall are you?

I think it’s about 5ft 4” but it’s been a while since I’ve checked. This is my best recollection, though. Fun fact, I’m the tallest in my household BUT I still have to get others to reach things off tall shelves for me because my arms are short asdghj

14. What was your favorite subject in school?

I guess I liked algebra a lot? Then when I got to college I liked a lot of subjects! Like my wildlife toxicology class and my video game design class and my feature writing class… there was a lot of fun stuff.

15. What is your dream job?

How am I supposed to know this asfgjkl. I am exploring the idea of teaching, though. We’ll see, I’m still figuring life out honestly, and I feel like there’s no Perfect job. But what I’m doing know makes me really happy which is why I’m considering that general arena.

Tagging following people: (no pressure!)

@soundwin @distant-screaming @lamonnaie @softneomiro @celestial-sapphicss

#tag game #mine

[corneliushickey]

dear @shinelikethunder tagged me to post eight tv shows to get to know me ~

under a cut because a) i did this with director’s commentary and b) i got too into this and it’s embarrassing

this exercise also made me wish that the tag was about eight movies because i really struggled to think of eight tv shows... i have definitely WATCHED more than eight tv shows in my lifetime, but it’s hard to name eight that have had a significant enough impact on me that i would show them to someone as a get to know me exercise, whereas i can think of like a dozen movies off hand that like, showing them to someone else feels like cutting my chest open and letting them root around in between my organs

okay, on to the tag! it’s organized by year the tv show came out because i am incapable of ranking things by how much i like them/they mean to me

good omens (2019); amazon

do you know how embarrassing this is to admit? 

i fully didn’t like the majority of this show because newt and anathema mean nothing to me and i hate being made to look at children

but crowley and aziraphale did something to me, man. on a molecular level. i got got. extremely got. i’m moving this week and tonight had the pleasure of taking everything down off my walls and a solid 30% of my wall space (which is a full coverage collage of stuff) is aziraphale and crowley prints... they inprinted on me in a way that i simply cannot justify nor explain. i have watched the intro to episode 3 more times than i can even attempt to count. it’s heinous. i’m serious.

the terror, season 1 (2018); amc

says tumblr user cornelius hickey...

the terror is a show i feel very comfortable telling people about because while i love it dearly and it means a lot to me, it’s a great example of craft and technical accomplishment, but it doesn’t hit any raw emotional wounds the way a lot of my most cherished media does. it’s just so technically well executed, an absolute masterclass of horror. it says and does so much in such a tight run. it is emotionally devastating and brilliantly written. it is hopeless and painful and dense.

i have a 3ft x 5ft print of an oil painting of cornelius hickey custom framed in my room. its haunting eyes will likely be moving to my office in the new place. he is a character that like very singularly stands out to me as one of the most incredible combinations of writing and performance i have ever seen on film.

i want this url buried with me when i die like digitally encoded onto my corpse

mindhunter (2017); netflix

this is another example where the show is just really really technically well crafted. beautifully written, acted, and filmed. i loooove a period piece and this one really captures a very specific time and place. plus it scratches my thomas harris itch because hannibalverse made me fond of quanitco stories at a young age

bill/holden is a whole ‘nother level

i want to study holden like a bug, and in fact i have!! the fic i’m most proud of is an intense play by play pov of his psychosexual hangups and while i only got halfway through writing it before the hyperfixation left me forever... i am still very proud of its concept and execution

true detective, season 1 (2014); hbo

another absolutely incredible example of television as a craft

this one though does get a little personal so while i recommend it to people often i am needlessly touchy about how people receive it because it hurts my feelings if they’re stupid about it

rust cohle you will always be famous!!

seven of its eight episodes really really really satisfy my need for hopeless, nihilistic media that wallows in its own despair and then episode eight always comes and bites through both my kneecaps with the blinding light of hope, the beatific face of god, the soul barring power of faith

hannibal (2013 - 2016); nbc

what is there to say, really?

if i loved it less i could talk about it more

the borgias (2011 - 2013); showtime

i literally almost didn’t submit my college applications because i was in a horrific depression hole watching and rewatching this show alone in my room in the dark for weeks on end. 

another show i watched at a very delicate time in my life but i have rewatched it since then and it 20000000% holds up, once again, as an exercise in the craft of television

a lot of the themes in this show really helped shape my own interests in media going forward

micheletto corella is really really really precious to me and the one thing i will never forgive this show for is how they handled his and cesare’s divorce because it is thematically inconsistent that cesare’s reaction to finding out micheletto was keeping a long line of secret curly haired brunette boyfriends half his age was anything other than scathing jealousy and extremely loud protest. like it’s just unrealistic that his reaction would have been anything but “why have you been fucking me by proxy when i have been desperate to fuck you for years” and the fight would’ve been really ugly and cesare would have lost because he’s not very good at fighting and then, well :) then 

house m.d (2004 - 2012); fox

absolutely humiliating

i was nine when this show premiered and watched it at a very delicate time in my development

the fucking unreal levels of 2000s homophobia did a psychological number on me as a very very gay child living in a violently homophobic environment

literally one of the worst shows ever put to television, and also, of course, one of the best

hugh laurie can still hit me up whenever

the twilight zone (1959 - 1964)

obviously didn’t watch this one while it aired lmao but back when it was on netflix in its entirety i watched it a few times start to finish

one of the all-time greats of american tv and a lovely comforting thing to have on in the background

rod serling is also welcome to hit my line

this show is still very much a cornerstone of how a lot of sci-fi and horror that came after it are done, and for good reason! being as those are two of my favorite genres, this is of course a staple of my tv loves

i tag @vincentpriceofficial @thegleamoftheknife @daemons @coweyed @awildwickedslip @voxceleste @intomyth @coffeeandorange

#roach.txt

[cocoa-goat]

Genshin Impact characters as idiotic / wholesome things that I did. (Mostly idiotic)

Kazuha: found a chalk stone and decided to write both your initials with it on another stone, encircling it in the biggest heart he could make.

Ayato: was drinking boba and began choking on a pearl. Then another. And another… It’s honestly a miracle he hasn’t suffocated to death.

Qiqi: barged in a room PACKED with people only to forget why she was even there. She then proceeded to silently contemplate why she was there instead of just leaving.

Sayu: woke up one day and was too lazy to get out of bed, therefore she thought it would be good idea to just roll off. (For your information, she was on the upper part of the bunker bed.)

Itto: slipped on a 5ft long pool and somehow almost drowned. How do you drown in a pool that barely even reaches your knees??

Qiqi (again): didn’t know how to eat a pear so she asked Baizhu if she could peel it like oranges. Who tf peels PEARS?

Sayu (again): began jumping hysterically as soon as the clock struck 12 on New Year’s. For context: someone told her that doing so would add a few inches to her height. She started sobbing when nothing changed.

Raiden Ei: forgot to add the water when cooking rice. Needless to say it turned out drier than the vast dunes of the Sahara Desert. (Her cooking skills are so preposterous that even Xiangling is scared.)

Klee: has this weird obsession with trees and proceeds gets on every climbable one she sees. Although 99% of the time, she doesn’t know how to get down and ends up asking Albedo for help. She gets scolded by him but never learns her lesson.

Childe: says “hey girlie” religiously. He says it to literally EVERYONE and they’re all super annoyed. He’s even resorted to addressing the same nickname to every animal he sees and so on. (I’m pretty sure the animals are annoyed of him as well.)

Barbara: experienced that sharp pain in your chest, specifically the one that gets worse when you breathe. She then began crying and begged the Anemo Archon to make her death quick and painless because she thought that her time had finally come. (So dramatic and for what?? 😭)

Happy new year everyone! <3

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin crack #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha #kamisato ayato #genshin qiqi #sayu genshin impact #arataki itto #raiden ei #raiden shogun #klee genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #crack headcanons #shitpost

[thesillykittyworld]

my first self ship fic (=^_^=) ; very self indulgent. i’ll probably write a part 2 for this.

2nd pov (you/your pronouns and occasionally they/he)

from outside the gym, all you could hear was balls bouncing on the ground, squeaky shoes and shouts of “mine” and “got it”.

you were planning to meet your boyfriends, hinata and kageyama after practice, but you were starting to get bored.

you didn’t want to just walk in there though, that’s scary, man. those players look 6ft tall and you’re only 5ft 3 (and 1/2). do the math.

but something in you wanted to see the practice. when you and your boyfriends had sleepovers, you only heard the excitement in hinata’s voice and interest in kageyama’s voice but you never got a chance to see it.

so.. naturally… you tried to jump up to the windows to see the practice… but you’re not hinata (not in this fic at least) however you are are as smart as him (sorry sho) .

so to bystanders, they just saw a little guy.. repeatedly jumping to see the windows and hold the rail.

um not to your knowledge, the volleyball ball coach, ukai, who you’ve never met before, is watching you and trying now to laugh.

but he remembers his job and straightens himself up.

“hey! what are you doing!”

you stop your efforts and slowly turning around.

“ um.. nothing. i was actually gonna go.”

you turn to run away but he grabs your collar.

“not so fast, why were you trying to look at our practice? are you from a another school?”

“ no! well yes! but i dont play volleyball so i’m not a rival.”

“hmmm let’s see what specks think of this.”

he says as he drags you towards the door.

“wait! no no ! stop ! don’t take me in there ! you’re gonna blow my cover!” you say as the glide your fingers on the smooth wall of the gym in a bad attempt to stop the coach from dragging you in there.

the door opened loudly and you could see the whole volleyball team turn towards the door.

“hey! do any of you boys know him!”

he pushes a bit into the door and you stand there, awkwardly.

“….hello.” you said while waving at the team.

you scan the gym and lock eyes with hinata first.

“sunny!” he said while running and jumping on you, resulting in you both falling.

you laugh at his excitement and sit up to greet him, “hi sho!”

you look to see your other boyfriend, “hi tobi!”

“oi, get off of them.” “awww c’mon, meanie-yama.”

kageyama grabs hinata off of you, helps you up, then gives you a hug.

“soooo who’s this guy?” tanaka said to nishinoya loudly.

before you could answer, hinata cuts in to say “oh, he’s our partner!” when he says ours he points his thumb at him and kags; you wave at the team again.

“you can stop waving kid.” “ well hey i don’t know what else im supposed to do!” “i like your wave.” “thank you, tobi.”

“so if you were their boyfriend, why didn’t you just come through the door?”

all eyes were on you, they did not know you were outside

“wait what were they doing?” suga asked

you said “nothing!” at the same time ukai said,“he was jumping at the window like a manic, trying to look inside.” “awww you didn’t have to tell them that” you said with your head down.

it was silent then everyone busted out laughing except you, hinata and kageyama.

“THEY WERE WHAT? HA NO WONDER THEY DATE HINATA, THEYRE JUST LIKE HIM!”

“moron, just come through the door next time” kageyama said while swatting your head.

“ow man!”

“hey what’s so wrong with being compared to me! hey baka-yama don’t hit them!”

hinata said while hugging you and rubbing your cheeks together.

kageyama then went to swat hinata’s head too

“ow! don’t hit me when i hugging them!”

“yea tobi! mean tobi! no hugs for you!”

then at the same time, you and hinata stuck your tongue out at kageyama.

kageyama was getting madder by the second.

“it’s like they all share one braincell, but i can’t tell who has it the most.” suga whispered to asahi and dachi

“probably kageyama.” dachi replied.

“wrong, i have it the most!” you said proudly while pointing to yourself.

everyone again busted out laughing.

“hmph mean teammates” you said while pouting. “cmere, sho and tobi, let’s decide whose the smartest.” you said while pulling them by the shoulder to huddle.

#self ship #self insert #self ship fic #haikyuu

[wwhatev3r]

Hello! If it's okay, may I request a BoB ship, please?

I’m a 5ft 6 curvy woman. I have two beauty marks on my face, one is under my right eye and another just above the right side of my lip. I have brown eyes and my black hair is wavy, reaching just beneath my shoulder blades. My sleep schedule is almost nonexistent, so I mostly live off caffeine and sheer will power. People say I come off as intimidating at first since I’m ambitious and know what I want and won’t settle for less. It probably doesn't help that I'm very sarcastic, but I’m not above squeezing in cheesy dad jokes when I can, especially if I know it’ll get a begrudging smile out of someone. I’m also just awkward at sharing my feelings, it's hard to be vulnerable when I'm used to taking care of everyone else. So when words fail, I try to show my love through good humor and my actions. I love going on car rides with my loved ones, even if we have no real destination in mind. It's nice way to spend time together and chat as we take in the sights. I also love going to museums and the movie theaters, and love making jewelry, drawing. I like to sing since I'm always listening to music while I work.

Thank you! I hope you're doing well and have a great day/night!

I Ship You With...

Carwood Lipton!

Notes: I could ship you with 2 or 3 people but there’s certain things about your personality that remind me of Speirs and that I’m certain would catch Lip’s attention. 

Your good humor, ambitiousness and the fact that you’re a straightforward person that if has one thing on her mind she will do it no matter what; that is something that he admired a lot. 

At first he was quiet and professional with you because he didn’t want to up-grow the relationship into nothing serious but then gave himself to his heart. 

Your sleep schedule and your need for caffeine is something that he hates, only because he wants to see you well and have a stable health, but he understands the coffee need and respects it (mostly because of your work) but he still motivates you to have a good night of sleep.

He likes to stay up at night to watch a movie and snuggle on the couch; that’s always a great way to fall asleep quickly. 

He’s a gentleman, since a young age he had to help in the house and do chores is something that he likes to do still to this day. 

He gets used to your sarcasm, sometimes he struggles to understand it but he gets there and he enjoys when you make fun of him without him understanding; he thinks it is a pretty smart move.

You know, he deeply values that you take pleasure in making people smile. 

The Company instantaneously loved you.

I have to say that you and Luz would hit up well because of your sense of humor. 

Lip completely understands your struggle in sharing your feelings and he’s pretty patient with it; he is not very good with it either but you both find a way to share your feelings in different ways.

For example with small gestures, or dates, your favorite and random car drives with no destination, and even giving gifs. He enjoys giving gifts sometimes. 

He hates to admit but he loves your dad jokes. 

Lip ABSOLUTELY loves going to museums and theaters. 

He always hides to hear you sing because he is scared that you might stop because he likes to listen to you. 

He finds the hobby of making jewelry the cutest thing. 

When you are doing it he just stays there by your side watching carefully; he’s genuinely so interested.

I hope you like it <3

#carwood lipton #ship requests #band of brothers

[choxmeixchang]

cho mei chang - introduction:   “   i did this for me, not for you, or you and especially not you.   “

{ cis-female, 23, she/her, brianne tju } during the trial of voldemort’s last major conspirators, cho chang was spotted. they work for self employed events management. rumor has it they are individualistic + cultured, but i’ve heard they're demanding + provocative. during the battle of hogwarts they fought for the order. when i think of them, i’m reminded of sakura gin & tonics, blue ribbons against jet black hair,  regretful memories of emotional teenage hormones, the call of the sea, a flap of raven wings against the crisp wind and binders full of postcards and stamps of long explored places.

NAME: Cho Mei Chang NICKNAMES:   Cece,  AGE:   23. CURRENT LOCATION:   Belgravia, London, UK FROM: Stockbridge, Edinburgh, Scotland OCCUPATION:   Self Employed - Events Management  EDUCATION:   Stockbridge Primary School, Hogwarts School of WC&W NATIONALITY:   Scottish ETHNICITY:   Chinese Indonesian  GENDER:   Female. PRONOUNS:   She/Her ,  They/Them  SEXUALITY:   Fluid Panromantic  BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood HAIR:   Long/Short (she changes it depending on mood), straight, now dark brown (originally black) EYES:   dark brown HEIGHT:   5ft 1. WEIGHT:  48kg, 7st 7lbs.  BODY TYPE:   Banana/Rectangle, defined hips, lean  FASHION:   boho, exotic, trendy SCARS:   N/A  TATTOOS:   upper back, right arm, left arm , ‘freedom’ written in Chinese on her wrist, ‘bravery’ written in Indonesian on her hip, ‘strength’ written in Sanskrit on left wrist.  PIERCINGS:   Three sets of earlobe studs, scaffolding (right ear) nose ring, septum OTHER FEATURES:   N/A POSITIVE TRAITS:  Individualistic, Cultured, Venturesome, Seraphic, Idealistic  NEUTRAL TRAITS: Sensual, Casual, Progressive, Stylish, Surprising  NEGATIVE TRAITS: Demanding, Provocative, Amoral, Crafty, Fickle HISTORY: Cho was born to Chandra Ndari and Jinhai Chang. She is third generation immigrant with settled Scot status and nationality. Her parents run their own hotel called Nira Caledonia- a Chinese themed luxury boutique hotel which is still up and running in the current day and age. Cho grew up helping her parents with little tasks, and summers were spent on the desk or serving in the attached restaurant. Cho had a very nice upbringing, her parents didn’t tiger her, instead they encouraged her to do what they wanted. Her mother Chandra, a witch noticed early on that Cho had inherited the gene and Jinhai was perfectly okay having two witches in the house. He did anything possible to learn what he could to support her for when she’d eventually start Hogwarts. 

When she started school she was excited to learn more about her magical heritage and being placed in Ravenclaw was certainly a happy choice. She thrived in her house, being challenged constantly was refreshing and living up to so many notable witches and wizards who had been in the house previously was something she kept to drive her in her studies. Courteous, sweet, somewhat shy she was oblivious as she got older at how much people began to admire her- and not admire her in a way of her studious personality or talents, but physically and didn’t know the effect she had on some of the students. She never considered herself beautiful, or hot, conventionally pretty to a certain degree but nothing special. But when the Yule Ball occurred in her fifth year, Cedric Diggory, who was considered one of the school’s most eligible bachelors alongside being a good study friend asked her to the ball. She felt like great big neon sign had been placed above her. And then Harry Potter of all people asked her and it sent her into a frenzy of self doubt and expectation she wasn’t entirely ready for. But then Cedric asked to date her and she said yes and he was the most charming, sweetest man she could imagine. It didn’t matter to her that he was a Hogwart’s Champion, she just liked being looked after and loved. 

That of course came crumbling down, eight months of dating ended in one curse and a fall of a body. The death of Cedric affected her badly, she became emotional, unstable, every little thing reminded her of him and her first love was gone and she had to continue on. Her school work suffered, her grades beginning to plummet and her sixth year came around and she had this insane panic of an entire year before taking NEWTS and she was so behind. She tried to be brave in front of people in her sixth year, but it became impossible to keep up with how much Cedric’s death was still a topic of discussion. And the threat of Voldemort being back weighed over her. She believed Harry, of course she did, he didn’t seem like the type to lie about such a thing. So when the DA was started and the tyrannical reign of Umbridge began she jumped at the chance to learn more from him and to make a step in making herself better. If she could protect herself, build her confidence, just maybe she could get through this. She even opened up to the idea of dating Harry, who seemed to still be interested in her. But she wasn’t ready, everything was still too raw and she found the friendship she had created with him falling apart as their attempt of dating also did. And then Marietta, one of her closest best friends caved under the pressure and Cho found herself standing up for her friend but poisoning the others against her instead. As if she were also the one to grass everyone up. The cursed parchment was a nasty trick, something Cho wouldn’t forgive purely for the humiliation and pain Marietta had to put up with. It was easy for people to be righteous when they didn’t know all the facts, that Marietta had been forced, pressured, the threat of her mum getting in trouble and lengths Umbridge went to in her office to get people to confess or spill their secrets. 

(everything leading up to the battle is canon up to this point - i could write hours of Cho’s canon past)

Cho went back for the 7th year, alongside Marietta, Mandy, Terry, Michael etc. But it was the final year she had thought it would be. The Ministry was taken over, the school alongside it. The school year was brutal, half their friends and school mates were gone, the unknowing of their fates kept them all on their toes and their heads down just trying to survive. Being able to live simply because their blood was different to others. It was barbaric and traumatic and Cho had managed about three months of it until she had taken some of her house and went to go hide in the Room of Requirement. When Luna was snatched just after Christmas she alongside others felt helpless. Even in the holidays people weren’t safe. Those who hid there over the months, with more and more joining as the days and weeks passed meant everyone got used to living in such close quarters. It was like a haven inside a prison and Cho had taken it upon herself to learn alongside some others more healing spells and general medical aid to help those who came to seek refuge. The year passed and soon became May and alongside it, the eventual battle. The elation she had felt seeing Harry, Ron, Dean and Luna, hell even for a fraction of a second, Hermione turned up from the secret passageway it felt like salvation had finally come. 

The battle had been long, tiring and full of despair. She had been alongside Marietta and Michael when both were struck, Michael went down with an Avada and Marietta was hit with a curse which sent a gash from navel to throat alongside her body. Whatever they had learnt in the DA felt hopeless, Cho had battled her best, tears streaming and coated in her best friends blood. Marietta didn’t have to stay and fight, she wouldn’t have blamed her, but the guilt she still felt at what had happened two years before made her resolute to stay and help. Because of her selflessness Marietta died and Cho witnessed numerous friends fall. When the battle was finally over, when Voldemort was dead and those who still lived gathered together Cho had sat in the hall alongside what remained of her house and thought about each and every person she had loved which had been slain. 

She couldn’t find a way to cope, she was exhausted from feeling anything and within weeks she had dropped off the face of the earth. No one knew where she’d gone, no one knew how she was, only she knew she couldn’t go home and she couldn’t find a way to move past it. So she had packed a bag, grabbed her passport and funds and left to go find herself. She had to process and grieve in the own way and she couldn’t wait to experience the aftermath. She found herself travelling around the world, never staying in one country more than a few months. The more she moved, the more she healed, and the more she experienced the more she began to change. And it was good, she immersed herself in culture and tradition and learnt about others. Already trilingual, her travels turned her into a polyglot. With Chinese, Indonesian, Spanish, Hindi, Turkish, Sinhalese and Polish under her belt Cho found it easy to start coming into her own. Languages became a passion and the amount of work which opened up for her due to her extensive and ever growing array of languages started her in a career of event planning. Working alongside gaining life experiences, Cho has gone snorkelling, deep sea diving, paragliding, bungee jumping, camel riding, learned jujitsu, experienced festivals and carnivals and it was in Brazil, almost three years since the war she spotted the first person she had left behind. Purely by chance, at least she wanted it to be, she found herself face to face with Dean Thomas and his family. She stayed a month, both of them reconnecting and Cho found herself opening up about her disappearance and what she had been doing- at least three of those weeks were spent fucking around and fucking. They had bonded over the war, connected in a way she didn’t feel she could connect with anyone back in the UK. It wasn’t feelings based, her travels so far had gotten her many dalliances under her belt- men, women, it didn't matter, she wanted it all. She was living her best life and the weeks spent with Dean were a brief thing to remind her of what once was home. 

When he asked her to come back, not with him or with promise of anything more between them, simply because she belonged there she had packed that very night and moved on, leaving him a postcard with a simple ‘I’m sorry, I can’t’. For the remainder of her time travelling, she took on more and more experiences and soon the emotional, dramatic little girl she had left back on the small island was gone and instead there was a personality of her own. She was strong, cultured, open and very into living in the moment and she picked up numerous techniques from her travels to help with keeping her on her track. So when she had finally gotten an email from her mother, saying her father was sick and they weren’t sure how long he had she found herself back in the rainy highlands of Scotland and back to a place she had long left behind. It turned out to be a temporary thing, her father bounced back during the weeks she was home and surprisingly, Cho found herself wanting to stay longer. So she did. She kept to Scotland for a few more months, working with clubs and promoting events and finally decided that the woman she had become was enough to maybe start again. So she found herself travelling into England and living in London. It was during a very early morning stroll through Diagon, intent on avoiding anyone familiar she discovered a location long since boarded up and the idea struck her on what she wanted to do. 

With news of the trials and other things concerning the minds of its inhabitants, no one really paid attention to the slow renovation of the building nor what was going on inside. When she was ready she would announce it, there would be no hiding but if she was going to be here, she was going to do something she loved. And what was best than parties, events and clubbing. She hasn’t announced her return to anyone, but that’s soon to change and would anyone recognise the tornado which had landed on their doorstep?  CONNECTIONS:

Candra Ndari - Mother Jinhai Chang - Father Cedric Diggory - Deceased Ex Boyfriend Terry Boot - Close Friend Michael Corner - Deceased Friend Marietta Edgecombe - Deceased Friend Marcus Belby - Deceased Friend Mandy Brocklehurst - Ex House Mate Luna Lovegood - Ex House Mate / Friend Harry Potter - Dated Previously  Hermione Granger - Indifferent / Not Particularly Liking Lisa Turpin - Ex Housemate Deceased  Anthony Goldstein - Ex Housemate Dean Thomas - Previous Lover (Secret)

▶ - TOP 5 PLAYLIST .CANDY ROBBIE WILLIAMS .GIRLS LIKE GIRLS HAYLEY KIOKO .MIDNIGHT CITY M83 .WONDERFUL LIFE BLACK .HEY KID MATT WILLIS

#protegointro #//yes i did my thing and made a little connection again so sue me

[imsoantianti]

Journal entries from a stuck up brat

Wow shits fucked

August 6th 2022

Entry 4-

Today I realized a very important things. Let’s start with the first one, I need to start having private therapy sessions with my therapist about my inferiority complex. Today my older sister, my twin and I went shopping for back to school shoes. My twin decided she wanted the star hike converse which I personally had told her months ago that I wanted them for this school year. But she wanted them too and I didn’t want to match. The thing about my twin is that she doesn’t care when I get upset about these things . Twins are always stereotypically matching stuff anyways I didn’t want to give into that. So I decided to be the bigger person when it came to it I mean it’s just shoes right? Wrong. These shoes make u about 2 inches taller. My twin and I are know for being very short under 5fr these shoes would make her 5ft. It upset me that she is going to be taller than me this school year bc I’ve always been used to us being the same hieght . A few hours past and I realized I didn’t like it because I knew people would like her more if she was taller. All of my life people have always wanted her on school pe teams, math project partners, and just having her as a companion while going shopping but me, I had to style for being 2nd choice. I always thought it was because of my looks . Generally I am the thicker version of my twin of you know what I mean. She’s slim I’m a bit fatter. My face is round, and the short hair I use to want looked bad on me but now a short haircut looks good on her. I could never figure w out why I was always looking bad. And I always blamed it on my physical features. Next ur school of course she has always had a higher gpa . She’s better at math at English while I am just average at those grades. I’ve always been average. I can never be good enough at school. I don’t know what’s wrong. I try and try at my grades but nothing works. And I’m not even going to talk about 8th grade graduation that was a shit show.bottom line things don’t look good on me bc of my bigger thighs and I don’t have a high enough gpa. I don’t know what’s wrong but whatever it is I have to fix t it. I’m so done with 2nd place.

The second thing is that I apparently “don’t give myself enough credit”. This is a direct quote from my tutor . We were working on polynomials which I wouldn’t even be doing if I got into geometry but fuck math. And my tutor gave me a 3 minute talk about how I’m good enough how I , in realtors do a lot more than I think. I never thought of it that way but ok. When people give me these talks I don’t know what to say. It’s awkward. And it makes it even worse that ever since my older sister told me that people can tell that I don’t like myself and how people think it’s a pathetic trait it made me feel hyper aware about showing that feature of mine. I don’t want people to think I’m pathetic. I don’t want people to think I’m fat or dumb. Especially dumb. I’ve always had problems about my intelligence but my dad and older sister never fail to make it worse . Fuck everything I’m done . I need a little miracle if I’m going to hang on

#feederist #tw selfhate #inferior #siblings #competitive #the hero is overpowered but overly cautious #im screwed #imagines

[reelinginthequeers]

1-94 buddy cmon

1. What is your biggest turn off in a person?

Lies

2. What is your biggest turn on in a person?

Easy to talk to?

3. Are you like your zodiac sign suggests that you should be?

I don’t know

4. At what age did you realize Santa was not real?

12 or 13

5. At what age did you have your first sexual experience?

16

6. At what age did you have your first kiss?

16

7. At what age did you have your first crush? Who was it?

10. Warren Dunne 😂

8. What is the best compliment you have ever received?

I’ve a kind soul

9. What is the best sex you’ve ever had?

Yet to happen

10. What is the biggest lie you ever told?

I lied about being allergic to things when I was a kid 😂

11. Do you hate anyone right now?

Yeah probably

12. Do you have any hiding piercing’s? If yes, where?

None

13. Do you have any tattoos? If yes what do they mean?

Four little dinosaurs on my arm

14. Do you miss anyone right now?

Yes

15. Do you smoke?

Sometimes

16. To your knowledge, have you ever been cheated on?

Yes

17. Have you ever been in a physical fight?

Kind of

18. Have you ever been in a relationship?

Yes

19. Have you ever been in love?

Thought so

20. Have you ever been loved by someone you didn’t love back?

I don’t think so

21. Have you ever loved someone that didn’t love you back?

Possibly

22. Have you ever been betrayed by someone you care about?

Yes

23. Have you ever catfished anyone?

No

24. Have you ever cried over a lover?

Yes

25. Have you ever danced without leaving room for Jesus?

Probably

26. Have you ever dated someone you met online?

Yes

27. Have you ever given or received a hickey?

Both

28. Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?

I don’t think so

29. Have you ever kissed a non-family member on the lips?

Yes

30. Have you ever kissed for more than two hours consecutively?

No

31. Have you ever kissed or been kissed on the breast?

Both

33. Have you ever lead a person on?

Possibly

34. Have you ever lied to get out of trouble?

Probably

35. Have you ever liked a person your friend was dating?

I don’t think so

37. Have you ever played a game involving stripping?

Yes

38. Have you ever used somebody for your personal gain?

No

39. Have your ever been heart-broken?

Yes

40. How far have you gone to get something you desired?

Far enough

41. How many relationships have you had?

3

42. What do you weight?

I’m not sure

43. How tall are you?

Around 5ft 4”

44. If applicable, when did you lose your virginity?

16

45. If you could bring back a person from the dead who would you bring back?

Mick

46. If you could choose one Disney prince to marry who would you choose?

The Aladdin guy with the flying carpet would be cool

47. If you could choose one Disney princess to be your best friend who would you chose?

I can’t think of many, I always liked Pocahontas

48. If you could get married to any celebrity who would it be?

Elon Musk and then divorce him to take all his money and give it away 💸

49. If you could, what would you change about your first kiss?

Nothing

50. If you had to live in the world of the last T.V show you watched where would you be living?

California I think

51. When was the last time you insulted someone?

I’m not sure

52. When was the last time you were insulted?

Yesterday when someone thought I was English

53. Mention a movie that always makes you cry?

Marley & Me if I ever watched it again

54. On a scale of 1-10, 10 being the highest, how horny are you?

11

55. What is the scariest thing you have ever experienced?

There’s a few

56. What color of underwear are you wearing right now?

Green

57. What do you think about the most?

Random stuff or someone

59. What is a disgusting habit you have?

Bite my nails

60. What is a relationship deal breaker for you?

Lies

61. What is a weird thing you love?

Yo-yo’s

62. What is the sexiest feature you love in the opposite gender?

Clothes

63. Mention something that is currently bothering you?

My eye

64. Mention something that makes you happy?

My cats

65. Mention something that makes you sad?

Bad news

66. Mention something you do when no one is watching?

Dance

67. What is something you like to do when you are sad?

Cats

68. What is the best gift you ever received?

Dustin

69. What is the best gift you have ever given?

iPhone

70. What is the biggest fear you have overcome?

Some s

71. What is the longest you have ever gone without a shower?

Probably a couple of days

72. What is the major physical trait you look for in a partner?

I’m not sure

73. What is the worst gift you have ever given?

A light up mirror

74. What is the worst gift you have ever received?

A lift

75. What is your biggest fear?

S’s

76. What is your favorite holiday destination?

Depends

77. What is your relationship with your parents like?

I get on well with my mam

78. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?

Yeah

80. What is your zodiac sign?

Cancer

81. What was the last text you sent?

Work

82. What was the last thing that made you cry?

News

83. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

A conversation

84. When is your birthday?

📅 📆

85. When was the last time you cried?

A few weeks ago

86. Which celebrity would be your hall pass?

Probably none

87. Who is your celebrity crush?

Hayley Williams

88. Who is your favorite fictional couple?

Lois and Hal from Malcolm In the Middle

89. Who was the first person you ever fell in love with?

My first girlfriend I think

90. Who was the last person you texted?

My auntie

91. Would you ever change anything about yourself and if so what would it be?

To be able to do a Rubik’s Cube

92. Have you ever cheated on a significant other during a relationship?

No

93. Have you ever been arrested?

No

94. Have you ever been convicted of a crime?

No

Thank you for asking! 👍

#asks #anon

[mitsuribubbles]

Hello! Love the blog so far. Is it possible that I could get headcanons for some or all of the hashira, with a very short, like... under 5ft, but busty s/o? You can just go with your favourites if you like!

Thank you so much and ofc! sorry if some seem a little out of character it’s currently 2am when I’m writing this. I did all hashira except for Gyomei (nothing against him, I just don’t know how to write for him!) hope you enjoy!

Hashira with a short but busty s/o

Rengoku Kyojuro

~ I feel like Kyojuro would love you regardless of your height

~but he loves that you’re so short

~would probably call you cute or adorable on a daily basis

~loves your curves but is respectful of you and your body

~if your a demon slayer he’d probably feel the need to protect you but knows you can handle yourself

Shinazugawa Sanemi

~scar boy here might seem harsh and cruel but he has a soft spot for you

~probably taunts you for your height lets be honest here

~but if you tell him to stop he will don’t worry!

~loves your body but it does fluster him

~if you watch him staring he’ll flush and turn away while trying to keep his normal composure

Tokito Muichiro

~bb probably didn’t even notice those things at first

~he was too busy looking the the clouds

~once he took more notice in you he stared a little

~he was confused on this feeling you gave him

~gets this smug look on his face whenever you need help reaching something as it gives him an ego boost (since he’s small himself)

Iguro Obanai

~ since Obanai is rather short himself your height didn’t really effect him

~after seeing you fight he knew you were strong and he envy’s you for that

~then again he liked being taller for once

~gets super flustered by your curves, he tries to hide his blush under his bandages

~is respectful nonetheless though (only you & the master get his respect)

~will give death glares to anyone who stares at you, if looks could kill so many people would be dead

Kocho Shinobu

~since she’s small herself your height isn’t a big deal to her

~might make some teasing remarks to you tho

~doesn’t get flustered easily but loves making YOU blush

~if she catches anyone staring or making any hurtful comments to or about you she’ll break that ego of theirs real fast

~I mean really getting them where it hurts

Uzui Tengen

~mans has 3 wives already so he knows exactly how to handle you

~knows you can handle yourself but will still protect you with his life

~no one would dare make any comments with him with you lets be honest

~would subtly make jokes about your height bc he thinks you look cute while angry

Tomioka Giyuu

~ flustered mess

~it would be so easy for you to make Giyuu blush

~like to the point where he’ll just silently leave the room LMAO

~would never make comments on your height

~your height doesn’t matter to him much lets be honest here

Kanroji Mitsuri

~Mitsuri would absolutely ADORE you

~she’d probably try to carry you around, much to your embarrassment

~she’s rather busty herself so it doesn’t effect her very much

~overflowing compliments, she loves you so much she cant help it!

#kny #demon slayer #kny headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #hashira #kyojuro rengoku #shinaguzawa sanemi #muchiro tokito #iguro obanai #shinobu kocho #tengen uzui #tomioka giyuu #mitsuri kanroji #hashira x reader #kny x reader

[kimthwariru]

Another day

Jungkook X reader

Mafia au

Page 14. Sometimes, I think about you

“Are you really okay?” Jin asked Jungkook for the second time. The first time he asked that, Jungkook was too busy cleaning up his bloody nose with a piece of fabric he had ripped off his shirt.

“I’m fine Hyung, a bloody nose ain’t nothing” he said as they both entered a huge jet black car in a rush “I told you these Busan bastards had gone soft” he chuckled

“I can’t believe you did that without any back up” he shook his head in astonishment

“Hyung!” Jungkook relaxed his hand on Jin’s shoulder “ I am my backup”

“Stubborn, is what you are” Jin let out a laugh

“Well at least I’m not dead” he winked at Jin, all proud of the fact that he had just knocked out 3 Busan gang members who were working behind everyone’s back. Matahashi has been trying to attack the Korean Mafia units for a long time now. Bangtan knew he was getting more powerful, but they didn’t think their own people could be paid off to work for him.

Jin’s smile slowly died off “Matahashi is getting stronger by the minute. If we can’t trust our own then-“

“Hey hey. We can always trust each other. The 7 of us have been through worse than this. Remember? There’s nothing we can’t do together”

Jin formed a faint smile “It’s funny how you’re the youngest and yet in times like this you know just the right things to say”

“One of my many talents” he chuckled

There was a moment of silence before Jin decided to bring up a little observation he’d made earlier that night “So… what’s the deal between you and that girl?”

Jungkook turned to face Jin “what girl?”

“Oh you know what girl!…y/n” he smiled “ and don’t even try to lie to me, I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

Jungkook broke eye contact and stared at his feet, as if they were going to give him answers “Ahh you know how girls are…”

“Don’t give me that crap Jeon”

“Come on Hyung you know that I talk to a different girl like everyday”

Jin’s expression clearly showed Jungkook that he didn’t quite buy what he had just said. “Whatever…” he sighted “At this point, any contact with people outside of our circle could endanger both them and us. I think you guys should take a break from Collage”

“What..?”

“Should I say it in Spanish? Please don’t make me, my pronunciation is terrible”

“Oh come on Hyung, we’ve been in tough situations before, collage didn’t effect anything.” Jungkook tried to changed the elder’s mind.

“This. This is different. Do you see the Japanese mafia send their own to collage?”

“Yeah that’s why they’re all a bunch of psychos in there” he scoffed “Hyung, I’m not talking about me here, you know Taehyung and Hoseok need this. Maybe you do as well…”

Jin quickly turned his face towards the younger “Need what? A break from reality? Our reality? If I do that then this whole thing will go to shit”

Jungkook remained silent. Because he knew deep down that Jin was right. But he didn’t want to quit collage, especially not now. Even though Jungkook has never shown it, the daily routine of the life he was living before was rotting him from the inside out. Even if he wanted to act all strong, work was too much for him sometimes, collage helped him with that. Sure, the girls and the booze were not bad, but Jungkook loved attending his favorite classes and learning about all the things he was interested in. He felt like he was actually doing something for himself for once. Meeting you was also a great addition to his days. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Jungkook started being comfortable around you, and that scared the crap out of him…

You close your eyes as you let yourself enjoy the music in you ears. You can’t believe a place like this existed in the campus. You were walking, taking a break from studying the whole day, when you stumbled across a tiny wooden door. Now, you couldn’t possibly ignore it… the door seemed odd to begin with, it was like it was made for an tiny 5ft elf…you barely fit through it and you squeezed yourself across the little path that was hiding behind it. To your surprise, it led you to a small round garden with a fountain in the middle of it. It almost felt like you had escaped your reality and had entered a different realm. This garden was so well kept and it had all kinds of flowers blooming around it. You sat down at the only bench which was placed right in front of the fountain. This place was perfect, it was isolated from the rest of the campus. No people, no Professors… just silence and the sound of birds tweeting here and there.

You thought you’d do some reading while you were there, when you read a sentence that you swear reminded you of Jungkook a bit, you can’t help but think about him again. Damn, he always finds a way to lure into your mind. You haven’t seen him for days. It’s been almost a week since the party, but there was no sign of Hoseok, Jungkook or even Taehyung for that matter. When Tuesday came around, May started to worry at the absence of contact from Hoseok so she decided to text him asking if everything was ok with him. All Hoseok said was that he was too busy working and studying for midterms at the same time, so you and May decided to just give him sometime to relax.

“You stole my spot” an oh so familiar male voice suddenly says from behind you.

You couldn’t trust your ears, so you turn around to see him. Jungkook, standing there like a single day hadn’t pass since the last time you saw him. He was just as handsome and just as dangerous to be around as you remember. “Oh so you’re not dead?” you simply say and quickly turned around, pretending to continue your book reading.

You heard him laugh and after two seconds he was now sitting next to you “How did you find this place? It was my secret”

“That door was so tiny, I just had to see what was behind it” you turn a page starring at your book that you were definitely not reading.

“Curiosity is one of your assets” he smiled

“I didn’t know curiosity was a good thing..?” You raised an eyebrow. Still not believing you were actually talking with him again.

“It depends on the things you’re curious about. And you’re always curious about the right things”

“Jeon Jungkook. Are you complimenting me right now? Did you hit your head or something?”

“No… just my nose” he chuckled “Hey, don’t act surprised y/n. I’ve complimented you before….”

“Oh really? When?” You laugh

“Don’t you remember? I told you how beautiful you were the other day”

When he said that you both remained silent. You remembered that he indeed said that in a text some nights back. Your stomach was a knot again. “Oh that?” You try to brush it off “I mean…weren’t you high? You probably didn’t even mean it”

“I always tell the truth when I’m high. Truths I don’t usually say otherwise” he didn’t even hesitate to reply. Again, you couldn’t read him. You don’t know how he means the things he’s saying, and you’re afraid of misunderstanding the situation. You find you’re self unable to speak again. He was the only person in the world you were tongue-tied around, and yet the only person you really wanted to talk to.

The only thing that came to mind was the conversation you had before he disappeared. “What would you do if you were Elijah?” you ask all of a sudden, completely ignoring his overwhelming compliments.

Jungkook jerked his head up and sighted “I have no idea… but for some reason I’ve been thinking about it a lot”

“Why?” You chuckle “are you thinking about saving the world without telling the love of your life?”

He lowered his face to make eye contact with you “Something like that”

As you carefully examined his face you notice a small scar right under his chin. “What is that?” You point to it

Jungkook widened his eyes and touched his chin. “Oh that? Nothing I just got on a little accident”

“Are you sure you’re okay? It looks a little deep…”

Jungkook formed a playful smile “Are you worrying about me y/n?”

You shake your head “remind me to never show basic human decency around you again.”

“Ha! Just when I thought I was getting special treatment” he laughed “You know I wasn’t going to mention this… but it is my birthday….”

“I don’t believe you” you immediately reply

“It’s true” he chuckled

“Well… happy birthday! I hope this is not a joke”

“It’s definitely real. Aaaaand I’m also having a real birthday party. Jimin wouldn’t let me live other wise…You and May are invited of course.”

“Oh we’re definitely going to be there!”

“Hoseok was going to tell you guys today. He’s been working very hard these past couple of days you know...” Jungkook had an apologetic look.

“I know. It’s okay. I totally get it! Don’t worry. Me and May will be there tonight.” 

Jungkook smiled “I’ve got to run now. A lot of things to get done before tonight.”

“Yeah yeah birthday boy! Go get ready” you patted his shoulder

Jungkook got up and just as he was about to make a step towards he stopped at his tracks. You could clearly tell by his expression that he was thinking about something “y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I could never be Elijah. I’m too selfish for that..” He said all of a sudden

“You’re saying you would choose to be with the love of your life even if that meant it would destroy them?”

Jungkook took a few seconds before responding. “Yeah… is that bad?”

You shrugged “ You know what? Elijah never gave Sophia a choice. You never know. Maybe Sophia didn’t want to live without him. Maybe she would choose to be destroyed instead of having to live a life without him.”

Jungkook looked at you in disbelief “you really think that?”

“Yeah…?” Jungkook was looking at you funny and it made you ponder what the real reason behind asking all of this was “Jungkook, is everything alright?”

He sat back down “y/n, I have to tell you something…”

#jeon jungkook #bts angst #jungkook scenarios #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #bts smut #bts #jeon jungkook fanfiction #jungkook fluff #bts fluff #bts fan fiction #jungkook fanfic #jungkook mafia au #bts mafia au #bts mafia imagine

[067supremacy]

Trigger warning: this entry features the reader being followed and grabbed at knifepoint. If this is something that will make you uncomfortable, then please don't read it!!!!

So, I wrote this about a month before Resident Evil Village came out. As you can probably tell as this includes ideas of my own; and missed out some obvious problems that now show after playing the game. It was fun to imagine what the character was like at the time, from what we had to go on! :’) (also, I originally wrote this for the blonde who was rumoured to be called Daniela, but Daniela doesn't get enough love!!)

Guardian-Angel

Living your life at night had become your new regular. Your girlfriend Daniela is unable to live her life during the day, and despite the hardships, it came with, you were more than happy to give up the daylight to be with the woman you love.

Living with a vampire had its ups and downs, but you wouldn't change her for a second. You had been something of a stabilizer for her. When you first met her, she was stuck in her crazy gothic look. She was deadly and bloodthirsty, but you had a way of calming her to a tranquil state. Daniela had two different looks that were determined by her mood. When Daniela was calm, she was a natural beauty. Her Red hair was long and healthy, she had clear skin, and her attitude was caring. But when she was upset, Daniela was utterly different. She was full of anger, covered in black from head to toe, the surrounding area of her mouth was covered in crimson red, her fangs would grow through frighteningly sharp, and wasps would manifest seemingly out of nowhere.

You knew the dangers of living with a vampire, but it didn't matter to you. You trusted Daniela with your life. The first time you slept in the same bed as her, you couldn't help but worry about the possibility of her biting you. Little did you know that she could sense your worry and had even decided to tease you about it by resting her face in the crook of your neck. Daniela was in love with you. And deep down, she feared that one day your time would come. After all, she would be here long after your demise. The conversation of turning you was something she had yet to do, but the thought was always there. She had come close plenty of times to ask you to be with her for life, but her idea of rejection led her to remain happy with what she had.

It had just gone 1 am when you left 7-Eleven in a hurry. The pitch-black sky was unnerving but relaxing at the same time. There was a lot to enjoy about the night-time. Like, how quiet the streets were, how empty the store was, and how the sleepy nightlife was stunning to look overhead. The stars lead you home as you silently walk by yourself, you curse at the fact you left your headphones at home, but at least you could enjoy the walk back.

The dim streetlights ahead offer little visibility, but they give you absolute comfort. You come to the end of the high street where fast-food restaurants end, and the streets get much darker. With no cars going by, it's hard to tell what's up ahead when you turn right into a second street in which should be a straight shot to your apartment. You notice a man traveling just a few steps behind you. You felt uneasy about it but pushed the thought to the back of your mind. You speed up slightly to put some distance between you. The way the world was nowadays, you couldn't trust this situation; it is sad but true.

You decide to do a full circle through an alleyway and back out to the street out of curiosity. Sure enough, the shadow figure follows your every move, and that's the last that you were going to play with this. You pull out your phone and call Daniela with shaky hands. The phone rings once, and the voice you love so much answers cheerfully, but you can't even remember what she said as you were blinded with panic.

"Dani, I think someone is following me," you say in a hushed tone as to not alert the shadow figure following you. Almost as quickly as you finished the sentence, you can hear the familiar sound of wasps manifesting in the background. There is no time to be wasted in Daniela's mind. You can already hear the change in her voice as she asks for your location.

It's like you can feel Daniela's heart aching at the thought of your discomfort, something inside you doesn't feel right when Daniela gets like this, and it's ultimately why she agreed to stay calm in all circumstances.

"Just keep walking home, baby. I'll come and meet you." Your vampire girlfriend replies as you hear the phone fall to the floor and the raging hive leaves the apartment. The sound goes quiet, and you're left with your thoughts, but not for long as the footsteps get closer and louder. You can feel the presence on your heels. Before you know it, a large hand had taken you by the arm and directed you into the closest alleyway.

You yelp at the tight grip on your arm, the groceries you had from shopping had been sent to the floor, but you clutched your purse for dear life. The shadow figure was around 5ft 10Inches tall. The person was stocky in build, rugged looking. They wore a black hoodie and a black balaclava. The only thing you could see was the person's eyes. They pierced through you, you couldn't tell if they held hostile intent or if they were just trying to scare you, but that didn't matter. The person pushes you to a corner and unsheathes a small blade.

A man's voice, deep and resonant, shoots out from his mouth. "I'm gonna need that purse and whatever jewelry you have on you," He waves the blade before your eyes, almost teasing you that he had the upper hand.

Your fears boil over as the tears start to stream, and you feel powerless. You fold your arms over your purse in an act of defiance. The man in front of you seems to be getting impatient already, but you manage to bumble out a small plead, "Please, just let me go," The man chuckles at your plea.

"Just give me your shit, and then you can go. I won't even hurt you," the man jokes dryly. At this point in time, the tables had turned, "You can go now, and you won't get hurt," you confidently claim. Your confidence comes from the single wasp that crawls up the sleeve of the man's hoodie, but the single wasp was soon joined by another one, and then two more.

"I'm not fucking playing around now, give me your th- "he's cut off by the sting of a wasp on his neck. The few on his hoodie fly to the end of the alleyway. A woman's laugh surrounds the area, an angry hive of wasps come together and begin to form the silhouette of a tall woman. Your woman.

The man takes a step back in fear, which gives you the chance to storm toward the love of your life. You smoothly run straight past the form of Daniela, something that the man tries to replicate, but the swarm of wasps begins to surround him. They trap him within a tunnel. You knew what this was and where it was going. Daniela was manifesting into her proper, vampire form.

"the man screams and thrashes around, attempting to swat the wasps away from him, but his attempts were futile. The manifestation of her form becomes complete when she pushes him to the floor. Her movement is quirky but calculated. The wasps cocoon the two in a small dome. Keeping him grounded, Daniela laughs at the man's terrified figure. She taunts him with her newfound power.

"She gave you a chance, oh darling, you should have listened to her." Daniela spits her venomous, spiteful tone at the robber. The man attempts to slash at Daniela, and he catches her with the tip of the blade, but her form sheds more of the wasps surrounding the two instead of blood. She laughs demonically as she picks him up with effortless strength. She shoves him against the wall and prepares to end him.

From behind her, you force your way through the hive and touch her shoulder, which has a visible effect on her. She lets her grip on his shoulder loosen slightly. You assure her that you were unharmed, which seems to sway her, but you can still feel her rage within you. You use the power that you hold over Daniela by commanding that she let him go. She's come too far in her time with you to collapse into her bloodthirsty stage again.

And so, she lets the man run, he quickly flees the scene looking like he had just seen a vampire....... Daniela carefully watches the man disappear into the night. The second he is gone, her walls break down, and her softer side comes back out. The crazy gothic vampire look is gone without a trace. Daniela pulls you into her and crushes you into a tight hug. She couldn't lose you. The thought broke her every emotion as she held you. You could hear her breath hitch as she let it all out. Daniela was crying on your shoulder in a dark alleyway at 1:30 am.

"I love you, Y/N. I can't lose you; it would destroy me. I need you safe. I need you alive." She continues to unload every emotion. You reciprocate everything. The massive hug is filled with love and passion. Before you break the hug, you lean into her ear and whisper, "I love you too, Dani. I'm not going anywhere; nothing is going to happen to me. Not when I have my Guardian-Angel protecting me,"

A/N

I'm planning on doing part two, where Daniela has the talk with the reader about turning them into a Vampire. P.S I absolutely love the idea of her being like a normal looking girl when she's calm, but you piss her off........ Game over.

#resident evil #resident evil village #daniela #daniela dimitrescu #re8 dimitrescu #resident evil 8 #daniela dimitrescu x reader #hero trope #lady dimitrescu #gaming #imagine

[one-boring-person]

hello! I've just seen your answer to my ask and I'm so glad, I will head over there to wattpad to read it! thank you! I was also wondering if your Maverick requests are opened please? if so, would you be comfortable writing something where he's with a reader the same height as him with really long legs (I'm 5ft 9/verging on 5ft 10 and I think he's portrayed to be 5ft 9). if you dont want to write it because you like to keep your work non-specific with characteristics for all readers, I completely understand! thank you so much for your time and for the lovely content you put out for us all to read ❤

I hope you're having a lovely, lovely day/evening!

My Maverick requests are indeed open, and thank you for leaving a request! I do try to keep my descriptions as vague as possible, unless they are specified by the requester, so I have no problem writing this! And thank you so much for your kind words! It makes me really happy that you like my stuff!😊💛

I'll be honest, this fic gave me a bit of a challenge, but I've done what I could with it. I hope you like it!

Need A Hand?

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x 5'9/10!reader

Warnings: mild injury, some blood imagery

NOTE: the reader's call sign is Hornet (to clear up any confusion)

Masterlist

Maverick knew he wasn't particularly tall. He never had been, and never would be, but it had never really bothered him. Sure, it gave others something to pick up on and give him grief for, but he'd never really cared much about the snide comments. As a pilot, he often found himself glad that he didn't have to fold himself into the cockpit, like some of the other aviators, and it wasn't like he was particularly short, either. He knew people shorter than him, and it wasn't like it ever put people off him, especially not women. 

But even then, as he held Hornet's gaze, he suddenly found himself wishing he were just a little taller, just so he had a slight edge over this particular aviator. 

She had him locked in her stare, eyes right at the same level as his, expression unwavering as she regarded him, leaving him almost floundering under the intensity. Maverick never had this problem with women: he could usually stare them down, but (Y/n)? She was a different ball game. Her stare could easily rival Viper's, and it had already put Iceman and Slider in their places, so he knew full well that he wasn't getting out of this one with his reputation intact. 

Jaw clenching, he tried not to show his discomfort, but the other pilot was swift to recognise the signs, her lips quirking into a smirk. In that moment, Maverick knew he was beaten, the young man reluctantly looking away to avoid further embarrassment, though he could feel his heart beating faster to catch up to his newly flustered state, a blush dusting his cheeks. Hornet stepped away from him, going back to her seat. From across the room, (Y/n) smirked at him, turning back to her RIO as the commander stepped into the room, exchanging a couple of words with her. Maverick returned to his own seat.

"She get you, too?" Goose hissed to him, leaning in to hear what Maverick replied with.

"Yeah."

"Aw, man. That sucks." The RIO sighed, sitting back in his chair.

Maverick said nothing, choosing instead to remain quiet and observe the girl across from him. 

*

"Come on, man, don't give up on me now! We nearly have 'em!" Maverick complained, clapping Goose on the back as the RIO made his way off the pitch.

"Yeah, I know, but there's something up with my ankle." Goose grimaced, apologising before finding a bench to sit on, leaning back on it.

Sighing, Maverick gritted his teeth and went to step off court, only to be stopped when a familiar figure joined him. Instantly, Iceman and Slider on the other side of the volleyball court stopped laughing amongst themselves, suddenly curious as to what might happen. Puzzled himself, Maverick stared at the other aviator as she moved up to him, smirking at him.

"Need a hand?" (Y/n) asked him, ignoring the gazes clearly taking in her body all around her: it was too hot to play in anything but a pair of shorts and a bikini top, allowing her torso to show.

"Err, yeah, thanks." Maverick accepted, unable to keep his eyes off her beautiful legs, only tearing his gaze away when she snapped her fingers in his face, still smirking.

"My eyes are up here, handsome." Is all she said, before she grabbed the ball and served it in, catching the other two off guard.

A few rounds went by, during which (Y/n) proved herself a formidable ally, winning game after game, easily showing Iceman and Slider up. In this time, Maverick finally realised something, promising to himself that he would go ahead with the realisation he had. His fellow pilot had often made it clear what her thoughts were about what he intended on asking of her, but he thought he'd try anyway - there was no harm in trying, right?

Just as he thought this, a particularly well-aimed spike hit him clear in the face, knocking him backwards. A grunt escaped him, pain exploding out over his face as he went down, tears springing to his eyes from the impact. Groaning, he lay still for a moment, reaching up to probe at his sore nose, annoyed to find blood staining his fingertips when he pulled them away again. A few laughs sounded from around him, the watching aviators and spectators mocking him for his lack of attention, drawing a deep blush to his cheeks as he sat upright again.

(Y/n) was over in a second.

"Hey, are you ok? That looked like it hurt." She asked him, kneeling beside him with worry written on her face.

"Yeah, it did, but I'll live." Maverick responded, hesitantly swiping away some of the blood from his nose, a wince crossing his features as a pang followed the action.

"I'm glad." She smiled tightly, glancing at their opponents, "Those assholes."

"They're always assholes." 

"I know, but that was out of order."

She helped him up, signalling to the others that the match was over, walking off with him in the direction of the nearby bench, away from the pitch itself. Sitting him down on it, she quickly went and got her shirt and bag, pulling out a clean tissue as she did. Upon reaching him again, she started cleaning him up, dabbing at the blood now coating his chin.

"Thanks for this, (Y/n)." Maverick smiled up at her, appreciating the gesture.

"No need to thank me, handsome. Just keeping your looks in order." She chuckled, winking to show she accepted his thanks.

"How generous of you." He quipped back, grinning at her.

"Oh, I'm always the Samaritan."

Laughing slightly, the two of them remained quiet for a moment longer, before Maverick finally worked up the courage to ask his question.

"Err, can I ask you something?" 

"Hm? Yeah, sure. As long as it's not "have you always been this tall" because the answer is yes." She rolled her eyes playfully.

"No, no, it's not that, though I did wonder." Maverick reassured her, laughing when she lightly punched him in the arm, "No, it was something else…"

"Ok. What?"

"I was just wondering if you'd, err, want to go on a date with me?" He rushed the end of the sentence, totally nervous for her reaction.

For a moment, she froze and said nothing, staring at him in shock. Panicked now, he tried to cover himself up.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked, I'm sorry. Ignore that I said that-" Her finger on his lips cut him off.

"I'd love to, though it's taken you long enough to ask." (Y/n) smirked at him.

"Really?"

"Of course."

#top gun #top gun imagine #top gun: maverick #Maverick x reader #Tom cruise

[newtonsheffield]

I feel like we haven't had some Kate and Gregory moments in a while? Ben would show up at Anthony and Kate's all the time for comfort. What about Gregory?

Ohhhhhhhhh We know how much I love Gregory and his emotional support Kate.

You just know that Gregory is slinking into Kate's office every time Lucy yells at him for ruining her filing system. And Kate's just like "Sit down, eat the apple turnover and walk out pretending to be chastised." Because Gregory is lowkey her favourite cheeky little Bridgerton. She often laments that Gregory is just a little on the young side for her, so she had to settle for Anthony. And Obviously Anthony is just like: 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Okay! Kate and Gregory!

From the very first time she'd met Gregory, standing a little nervously in the foyer of Bridgerton and Sons trying to hide his enormous 6ft behind Lucy's 5ft 3, Kate had liked him. Gregory was sweet and kind, and he had a little mischievous streak that Kate found very very endearing. They'd been friendly, but when she started dating Anthony, they'd somehow drifted even closer. Gregory had looked up delightedly when Kate and Anthony had arrived hand in hand, and not the least bit surprised. Which had in fact surprised her a little. For some reason, though she'd told her own family she hadn't quite imagined that Anthony had burst into his mother's living room yesterday and proclaimed his undying love for her. She supposed they really might not know. She'd looked up shortly after settling herself behind her desk to a knock at the door and been a little wary of the bright smile on Gregory's face as he'd flopped into the chair opposite her. Kate Kate Kate, You know I always thought you'd make such a nice sister in law for me! Kate had rolled her eyes, despite the little flutter his words had caused in her chest. Well, Anthony's hardly shackled to me just yet. We've been in a relationship for about 4 days. Kate had said dryly, and Gregory had just grinned even more broadly. Well he was certainly very exuberant at Mum's yesterday. burst through the door talking about how much he loved you. Kate's heart leaping again at the ridiculousness of his statement. Mum nearly had a kitten, I wouldn't be surprised if she just shows up here today. Kate's stomach lurched Do you not have any real work to do?! Kate had said a little wildly and Gregory had laughed brightly standing from the chair and said earnestly I'm glad it's you Kate! And then he was gone before Kate could decide if he'd meant any of it.

Kate had tried and tried to get Gregory to realise that Lucy was perfect for him, and nothing had worked. And Kate had seen it all, the ache in her chest at the familiar way Lucy's face would fall when he said This is why we're friends, Luce! and Lucy would smile though it didn't reach her eyes, flinching away from him as he tried to pull her into a friendly hug. And every time Gregory's obviousness made her sigh. You're an idiot, you know. Kate said after she watched Lucy sidle away, watched her shoulders slump ever so slightly. Gregory spinning towards her like an adorably confused puppy. I'm sure you're right but why? Kate sighed again, rolling her eyes. One Day soon someone else is going to realise what you don't. And she'd left Gregory standing there a frown on his handsome face. And two weeks later, when she'd walked into the office and Gregory had his arms wrapped tightly around Lucy her smile bright, Kate hadn't been able to stop herself from tugging him into a hug of her own I'm glad you're not a complete idiot.

What do you say we show them how its done Sheffield? Gregory's voice said close to her ear and Kate bit back a smile, turning towards he brother in law his face shining with excitement. You know I haven't been a Sheffield in a few years now. she said as he led her onto the dance floor, spinning her a little madly, watching Lucy dancing with her brother a short distance away. You look so happy today, Greg. Kate said softly and impossibly, Gregory's smile got even wider. I'm the happiest anyone's ever been. And oddly, Kate believed him.

#bridgerton and sons au #kate + gregory #kathony #anthony x kate #lucy x gregory #kate sheffield #kate sharma #gregory bridgerton #kate is the emotional support totem of the bridgertons #molly's asks and answers