taken by my father

“My parents disappeared during the last dictatorship. They were political activists. My father was taken first in 1977. My mother was taken a year later during the World Cup. We were standing in a public square, and two cars stopped, and they grabbed me and my mother. They let me go. But my mother was never heard from again. I learned all of this later because I was only three at the time. My grandparents raised me. When I was a child they would tell me that my parents were working. I used to imagine them building a skyscraper, wearing helmets, and getting closer and closer to the top. It wasn’t until the age of ten that I learned what really happened. But even then, my parents were only ideas to me. They were two-dimensional. But when I turned seventeen, I visited the town where they first met. I found their old friends and they told me stories. I learned that my father loved the Beatles. He also loved to dance. A man gave me a costume that my father would wear when he danced. And suddenly my parents weren’t ideas anymore. They were people. They were Daniel and Viviana. And for the first time, I cried for them.”

(Buenos Aires, Argentina)

evan: wait, are you flirting with me?

jared: have been for the past seven years, but thanks for noticing

Fruits - Peter Parker

request -  hi! i was wondering if you could write something about a peter x fem!reader where she’s homeschooled and doesn’t have friends and then she meets peter and they become close ? thanks!! 

a/n - i changed the request up a bit, and made the reader tony’s daughter to give it an even more ‘fluffy’ feel to it and i think it failed horribly BUT thank you so much for 1k!!! i can’t even believe all the love i’m getting for these fics, it makes me so happy to know you guys like them :) don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

I sat at the dining table just across from the living room, headphones in as I watched a math lesson that was just uploaded onto my school’s website. It was just around 10 AM when my school day started, a bowl of freshly cut fruits on the table as I took notes in my small book, sometimes glancing around to see if something more entertaining was going on.

Being the kid of a billionaire had it’s perks, but some downsides to it as well. Sure, I was able to access anything through money, but I was stuck at home a good 99% of my life, hidden away from the public eye at the request of my father. I’ve never been able to go to school and have a ‘normal’ life, with my only friends being the middle aged people the world calls the Avengers.

I paused the lesson and took my headphones out, heading out to the kitchen counter to pour a cup of coffee for myself, only to hear the door opening.

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'We are the last Auschwitz survivors' | Europe | DW.COM | 26.01.2017
She kept silent for 40 years. Yet, since Judith Rosenzweig learned the Holocaust is being denied with greater regularity, she decided to speak about the ghettos, forced marches and concentration camps she survived.
By Deutsche Welle (www.dw.com)

“In my memoirs I wrote: “I was born in paradise, then I was banished, just like Adam and Eve.” I was born in 1930, and I was nine years old when the Germans arrived in the Republic of Czechoslovakia. The occupation started with various decrees - we were not allowed to go to the park or the cinema. Then Jewish children were barred from attending school. We were not allowed to study and I only went to four classes. In late 1941 they began deporting Jewish families to the Theresienstadt ghetto. My family was taken there in March 1942. 

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“Trains were leaving all the time. We had no idea what was happening to the people that were taken away. In 1944 they took us: my mother, my father and my sister. My brother was already gone by then. When we arrived in Auschwitz the women were put into one line, the men in another. That was the last time I ever saw my father, standing there among the other men. When you arrived in Auschwitz, the camp physician, Dr. Josef Mengele, decided who was fit to work and who wasn’t. Those who weren’t were sent to the gas chambers immediately. He declared myself, my mother and my sister fit to work. They sent us to a barracks where we had to undress and hand over our clothes. Then they sent us to the showers and gave us very thin clothing. The next day Mengele came in and once again decided who would be sent to work.

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"When my sister and I returned home my brother was already there. But the house was empty. I told my brother and sister that I was going to Israel. I didn’t want to stay someplace that I was not welcome. But it took two years before I could go to Israel. Eventually I traveled from Marseille to Jaffa. The date was May 15, 1948 - the first day of the state of Israel.

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"It is very important to me [that people remember what happened] because there are always people that say we made it all up. I have been to Germany a couple of times to speak at schools. It is important that our memories aren’t forgotten. My generation is the last of those who survived Auschwitz. It is really difficult to understand what was done to Jews, and why. That should never be allowed to happen again, and one must share that message with the world. You cannot kill people because of their religion.”

My Dad Kidnapped Little Girls

I don’t ever remember my dad being normal. He was always a little strange. The man was secretive and closed off, and all his attempts at acting like a father rose the hairs on the back of my neck. It seemed forced. I don’t think I ever got used to that. There was no need, because he didn’t keep that up for long. By the time I was 5, I didn’t have a dad. What I had after that was a boss. Maybe an owner. Definitely not a dad.

He fully opened up as a person around that time. He brought a little girl into our home. She was small, but she was older than myself, too. Maybe 7 or 8. Her face was red and raw with tears. “Sam, this is your new little sister, Maria.” Before I could react, she spoke up between small sobs. “No, mister. I don’t know you. My name is Claire. Please take me home to my mommy, I promise that I won’t tell.” By the time she finished what she was saying, she was barely forming coherent sentences. That’s when I saw my Dad stop being my dad. With one fluid motion, he swung his arm, hitting her in the face and knocking her back on her ass.

I jumped up, too afraid and confused to do much of anything, but still frightened nonetheless. I was young, but I’d seen enough television to know that normal families didn’t do these things. “Sam, you sit your ass down or I’ll put you in the ground, you hear me?” Thus marked the loss of my father. Later, as I listened to the quiet cries of the girl, now locked in the room next to mine, he sat me down and explained that he wasn’t my father. He told me things a 5 year old should never hear. My life changed forever. I was a mistake.

The little girl was with us for a while. My dad left me at home while he went to the mall, buying all kinds of nice things for Maria. Claire. Whatever. He probably blew $500. The weeks afterward were strange, disgusting, and violent all at the same time. At the best, she would play along with his games and he would be happy. At the worst, I would have to listen to her screams as he did unspeakable things to her in the next room. After, when the screaming would stop, he would come to me and give me the same speech.

“This happens because you aren’t right, you understand? You should have been born a girl. We wouldn’t have to do this. She’s going to die someday because you’re trash.” He would walk to the door and finish with “Remember, Sam. No one out in that world will ever love you. If you try to leave, I’ll find you and I’ll kill you.”

Maria died about three months after my dad took her. This day wasn’t her first attempt at escape, but instead it was her last. Truly, I do not know if my father meant to kill her or not. He became consumed in his rage and I fought back tears as he continued to hit her and hit her, over and over again. Her little light went out as she choked on blood, gurgling sounds coming from her throat. She was buried in our back yard, right next to the playset that my father bought a year before. After that, he became nervous to the point where he packed me up and we started off on the road.

We lived like that for years. Sometimes, we’d live somewhere as long as a year, but that was the extent of it. On a good year, he’d take two or three girls without so much as a second look. People didn’t necessarily suspect him, though. He was a psycho, but the man was smart too. He would falsify documents and references, getting himself jobs as close to children as possible. I remember, one time, he was hired on to be an ice cream truck driver. He snatched up a little girl he called Gloria right in front of her house. He somehow managed to finish his route, too. She only lasted two months.

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The Price Of Everything // The Preacher’s Daughter Part Six [A Mitch Rapp Smut]

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

Series: Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Shower Sex, Unprotected Sex, Hella Violence, Extreme Angst, Mitch Rapp Suffering, Very Illegal Endeavors, Underage Drinking, and Swearing.

Word Count: 11,884

Song: One More Time by Jon Bellion (this song is fucking hilarious and a big middle finger to Rose’s dad)

A/N: Grab popcorn and some tissues ‘cuz y’all are in for one hell of a rollercoaster ride. This is my favorite chapter yet, I really love it. Special thanks to @mf-despair-queen​ for providing me with canon American Assassin information. Love ya, babe. Also, can’t wait for your reactions at the end lol I might get death threats.

The air stilled and you could feel the thick tension dancing on your skin. In that frozen second that we realized my father had heard it all, I see his eyes flicker from mine to Mitch’s. Never in my life had I ever seen so much hatred in a man who believed in nothing but pure love before. Other than that, his face is completely unreadable which made it really hard to expect his upcoming action. Something I never would have thought to see my father do — never in my life.

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Loyalty (Jon Snow)

word count: 11, 527 (yeah, i went a lil crazy with this one…)

prompt: Y/N grew up as Eddard Stark’s Ward after the death of her father. Ned fed her stories of the great Ser Arthur Dayne and it became her mission to prove herself worthy of wielding Dawn. However, Y/N’s childish view of honorable and honest knights was diminished after the death of everyone she grew to love. After surviving the Red Wedding, she joins Stannis Baratheon, the rightful king of Westeros and rides North.

warning: there is a small smut scene, not very descriptive

a/n: I was writing a fifty chapter fanfic bc I’ve been obsessed with the idea of Arthur Dayne having a daughter and her wanting to be like her dad, but bc we all know this bitch (me) ain’t gonna finish it, I decided to cramp all of it into this. Hopefully, you enjoy and i might write a second part? 

update: I wrote the second part

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Robb x Female Reader

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Imagine being betrothed to your life-long friend, Robb Stark, and having an awkward conversation about your future wedding night.

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Hey, loveeee! Are your requests open? May I have a one shot/imagine with Robb? Maybe he and S/o being friends, like really good friends, but get awkward around each other after some alliance or being betrothed? And please, with happy alive Stark family?? Love your writhing! S2s2

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100 Reasons to Study:

I never expected this “reasons to study” thing to get so many submissions, and as it takes me so long to post them all, I decided to do a bulk post of some so here they are:

(If I haven’t included a url, it was submitted by an anon).

  1. To prove people that “bad” students can become excellent students too.
  2. To expand your knowledge of the world.
  3. To look back on your success in ten years time. (Submitted byadxlastudies)
  4. To not let my mental illness define my grades. (Submitted bymusicandmaths)
  5. I study because I am privileged enough to have the opportunity. I study because I have no one getting in my way telling me I can’t. I study because I want to do some real good in this world. I study because I live in a country where being female has no significant disadvantage; and so, I take this opportunity so that I may make future opportunities for those who don’t have them. (Submitted by crimson-voltaire)
  6. My reason for studying is how I’ll get to where I want to be in my life which is successful, comfortable, and happy.
  7. I study to make my mum happy and proud.
  8. I study to prove my anxiety wrong!
  9. I study because I want to save lives.
  10. I study because my grandpa, orphaned during WWII when he was 8, worked 4 days a week in a mine to learn for 2 days. He’s retired after 40 years of working in diplomacy, for the last 5 years as an ambassador. He’s my role model. And I love him so much.
  11. I study because my primary school teacher from when I was 6 replied “Well who would think that?” when my mother informed her I was going to university. I study so I can tell her “Why would you not think that?”
  12. I study because I want to give myself the best future I possibly can as a black woman. (Submitted by n-marlzz)
  13. I study because my dreams are improbable. But not impossible. I will achieve them. (Submitted by redheadbecool)
  14. I study because even though I can’t imagine having a future, I want one. (Submitted by stxdys)
  15. I study so that I can be surrounded by the right people at school, at home, at work, and on Tumblr. You can only walk the path that you choose for yourself, so choose wisely. Pave your path with bricks, not straw.
  16. I study because last year I was in a mental hospital for young people and I discovered that I want my death to mean something.
  17. I study because diseases have haunted my family for long enough, and cancer deserves to be taken down once for all.
  18. I study because my father left school at age 13 to work to provide for his family and he has been working ridiculously hard ever since so I can have an education.
  19. I study to be self reliant and to get more answers. The concept of being independent is attractive to me, and if i study hard enough, i will be able to live freely without relying on my parents. The thought of getting answers is a huge satisfaction.
  20. I study because I told my ex, “Watch me go to Harvard”. So oops.
  21. Because I want to have a well paying job which means I can eventually travel the world one day.
  22. I study because I love to be productive really just in love with the feeling of it being noon and already have gotten everything done that I needed for that day. (Submitted by revision-babe)
  23. I want and I like to study because I believe that we as humans have the responsibility of maintain and grow the knowledge people developed in the past. How could we waist all those efforts to try know this wonderful world a little better?  (Submitted by mochilunar-universe​)
  24. I study because my Dad went through a lot of work to get to this country so that I could have a good life and a good education, and I’m not going to waste all his good efforts and take him and my education for granted.
  25. Because I believe I can do it and I won’t let their words stop me. (Submitted by truly-written-by-me)
  26. I study for my own sense of achievement! I’m also really motivated by my boyfriend who is very clever and works really hard. I want to get a first in my masters this year and I will!  (Submitted by @orchidbeam)
  27. I study for Nicki Minaj, she would be proud of me, and all the other women in the world. I hope that my degree will put me in the position to make a better world for all my sisters out there and the little ones.
  28. I study because my family isn’t as rich as our family friends, and other families always make fun about what my dad does for a living. I want to change that and make sure the only thing others talk about is how amazing we turned out and what a good career I’m going into.
  29. I study to make my parent’s hardships (moving to America, to provide a better life for my siblings and I) worth it.
  30. My reason to study is to show myself and everyone I am stronger than my mental illness and to prove everyone who said it would stop me from getting anywhere wrong.
  31. I study so I can change the world for the better.
  32. I study because I want to help my family, to fulfil my dreams and save lives.
  33. To be a champion.
  34. I want to study in order to prove myself and people that being dyslexic and dysorthographic doesn’t mean being stupid.  (Submitted bybritannicusmyfav)
  35. I love to learn,and I want to know about all the things I missed because of school system. (Submitted by @seshet)
  36. I study because I want to be the first sibling to go straight into uni without transferring from a community college.
  37. I want to study so that I can transfer out from a community college to a really good university so that people won’t think the decision I made to go to community college was bad. Also to make my DAD super proud!
  38. I study because I want to be the best version of myself.
  39. I study to make those who have taken care of me proud, to show them they did a good job. I also study for myself, to prove that I can fulfil my goals and that everyone who has ever made fun of me just pushed me forward instead of putting the boot in. Getting a good job to live with my boyfriend would be a great plus! We all need motivation, and what’s better to motivate oneself than dreams to fulfil! Here are mine. (~Submitted bystudy-littleidlegirl)
  40. I study because I never want to stop learning about myself and the world we live in.
  41. I study so I’m educated enough to take down the haters in an articulate way so I feel accomplished when leaving the situation.
  42. I study to ensure that when I’m actively in politics, only weak minded people will be able to scorn me due to my ethnic background or religion (or something stupid along those lines) instead of the immaculate policies and work I am carrying out.
  43. I study to become successful in my future and because I have a passion for learning. (Submitted by baklavugh)
  44. I study because I don’t have anything else to do. I guess it keeps me so busy that I don’t have time to think how lonely I am.
  45. Because it makes me happy to see my hard work paid off and also ensures a better future than I would have if I didn’t study well. (Submitted by h4rshitaa)
  46. I study to be able to pursue the career I want. For the thrill of knowledge, the security of understanding. For the way it shapes how I interpret the world. I study not because it is something I must do, but because it is something that is a part of who I am.  (Submitted by @audesapare)
  47. I study to improve my mind so I can understand deeply the things people thought I was not capable of understanding. I study so I can live the most fulfilled life possible. I take every second of this life as a chance to learn and improve myself.
  48. Because I’m going to prove girls are useful for more then just looks and a sex object.
  49. I study to open doors of opportunity. I study to improve my and others lives. I study to feel good when I go to sleep. I study to feel confident with my ability. I study to prove to myself what I can do.
  50. Because I want to show to my child that everything needed effort and passion. Also I want to show how important knowledge is, as a mom and as a housewife. (Submitted by studymamapartiallyhousewife)
  51. I study because it makes me happy to know I am in control of my future.
  52. I study because I am curious.
  53. So that I won’t have to struggle like my parents are financially.  (Submitted by study-sugar)
  54. I study because I want my single mother who has worked so hard for my education to live a better life when she’s older. I want her to look at me in the future, sitting in my office in a law firm and telling herself “it was all worth it”.
  55. FOR NICKI MINAJ. I WILL GO TO A HIGHER EDUCATION FOR YOU.
  56. I study so that I can be proud of the person that I am.
  57. I study because I want independence. After my bachelor’s degree I plan to be able to continue into further study such as an MA and support myself. I am an only child which has always led my family to be over protective and education will always be my way in holding my own in the world.
  58. I study so I can have the freedom to leave where I am now and actually be happy for a change. Without studying I wouldn’t be able to get the job nor satisfaction in life I know I deserve.
  59. I study because it’s the one thing I can decide for myself.
  60. I study because knowledge is power and I never want to feel inferior to anyone or have any regrets. I don’t want anything to hold me back from achieving my dreams. (Submitted by shreestudies)
  61. I study so I’m not so nervous for tests. Also to improve myself and my learning.
  62. I study because I have a huge thirst for knowledge. I love to learn and allow that to change me as a person for the better. I love being able to understand the world around me and contribute my opinions that have been developed from what I’ve learned. (Submitted bymymindssecretpalace)
  63. I want to be a successful person in life. I can use my intelligence to help those in need. Besides, people won’t belittle or pick on my appearance! ✌
  64. I study because I want to help others and make people aware that how important it is to be literate. (Submitted by anashiv)
  65. I study to show that I have potential. I study to show my learning disabilities and adhd is not me. I study because I want to grow. I study to be the person I know I can be, the person I know I am.
  66. I’m so tired of not passing my tests, of feeling like I don’t know the material. I have testing anxiety which prevents me from doing well. I want to study enough that I feel so comfortable with the material and the anxiety goes away. I want to study so I can begin feeling proud of myself and all my accomplishments.
  67. To help those struggling with different mental illnesses and help them see a better light.
  68. Because I want to build that building.
  69. I study because I want to prove all my male teachers and friends, that not only boys are learning the best, and if I want to, I can beat them all!
  70. I want to study to make my parents proud after all the sacrifices they made for me and to succeed so my family and I can live a better life.
  71. I study because I love to learn new things. (Submitted by ki-soonal)
  72. I study to find a solution to stop the passing on of the genes for hereditary diseases. As in to reduce risk of young children being diagnosed with hereditary diseases.
  73. To get that dream job and slay everyone who said it was too difficult for me.
  74. Because education is awesome.
  75. So I can change the world.
  76. To give my mom and dad the life they deserve! (Submitted by samiya-malik)
  77. Because everything is a competition and I must be best. (Submitted by letustudy)
  78. To prove to myself and others that I can do anything I set my mind to. (Submitted by studiousstudying)
  79. So when you are taking a test/exam your anxiety and stress levels are lower. (Submitted by introvertedturtlequeen)
  80. I study because I want to know I’ve earned everything I achieve.
  81. The biggest reason I study is that all of my friends are incredibly smart and when I was younger I wanted to prove to them that I could keep up, but now that I’ve decided that I don’t need to compete, I study just because it makes me feel good. (Submitted by queen-elbow)
  82. I study because the world is an interesting place, and I want to know it as deeply as possible. (Submitted by matchamonstr)
  83. I study because I am so sick and tired of seeing my mom struggle, all because she didn’t have a good education. I don’t want to wake up to a job I absolutely dread, and be paid minimum wage. I want to say “thanks mom, I can take care of you now.”
  84. I study to grow big enough to reach my high hopes. (Submitted by seriousstudygirl)
  85. To see the look on my mum and dad’s face when they see my results. (Submitted by seizethesaturday)
  86. I study because I love to crush my enemies. I like to see the looks on their faces when they see me succeed. (Submitted by dirtylaundry-emptystyrofoam)
  87. I study because I feel the need to prove to the world that I am more than a child prodigy that burnt out one day. I need to prove to myself that I’m just as good, if not better than I used to be. That I’ve got places to go and people to prove wrong.
  88. I study because I love to teach and I want to know everything that I can so that I can more clearly convey things to others, and to be able to make connections across topics to make things personal and interesting to them. (Submitted by the-homework-fandom)
  89. My dream as a little girl was “to be the most smartest person ever” and I still don’t know what else to do. (Submitted by polaroceanographer)
  90. To create room for the real me in the future.
  91. My reason for studying is so I can get into the university I want, and not have to travel away to one. (Submitted by iggythedragonslayer)
  92. To get a well paid job so my children can have the best possible life.
  93. My reason to study is to prove to my parents and myself that I can achieve my goals without the help of others. My reason to study is to gain valuable knowledge, NOT just for a grade.  (Submitted by barbstudies)
  94. To prove to myself that I am strong and can reach my goals. (Submitted by scared-robot
  95. I study so I have a chance of getting into the United States Air Force academy… 
  96. I study so I am offered to meet interesting people that are also studying the same field as I am. (Submitted by ghostsname)
  97. I’ll study so I can live relaxed as a cat in Hokkaido.
  98. *Shia LaBoeuf voice* JUST DO IT
  99. So I can prove myself that I am, indeed, intelligent and not just some bimbo with a hollow head. (Submitted by study-guerassimovna)
  100. Because learning new things and having a more informed view of the world is beautiful. (Submitted by studism)
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“Tom’s a lil asshole.”

Summary: Tom’s a lil asshole and he’s infatuated with a certain Chris Evans’ daughter.

Word Count: 1,745

A/N: I just want to clarify you’re 18-20 in this because Tom is 21 and anyone under 18 is illegal and I’m not even getting on that topic. This was much longer than necessary but I hope you guys like it! Pleeeaaassseee send in more requests!

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The buzz on set today seemed fairly hectic as everyone prepared for the filming of Avengers: Infinity War. Your father, Chris Evans, was pulled off to the makeup trailer the moment he even stepped foot on set. You didn’t mind, even more so you liked that he’d been drug away because then you could see your favorite people without him listening to your every word.

Chris tried to not be the typical protective father now that you were an adult and could take care of yourself. But even he couldn’t deny that he had troubles letting go of that side of him. With younger siblings in the house, he couldn’t let that side go. He’d hang on to your every word and would even open his mouth to question something you’d just said but most of the time caught himself.

You appreciated the fact he was making an effort to treat you like an adult but when it came to boys he couldn’t stop himself from speaking up. It was always a demand of meeting the poor guy immediately and knowing his life story down to the unimportant details. That’s what led to you keeping your relationship between your fathers co-star, Tom Holland, and yourself a secret. Even if Chris knew Tom already, it’d raise questions you don’t want to answer.

The mere thought of what your father would do or how he would react kept you from disclosing such information. You knew you’d eventually tell him because you hated keeping secrets from your dad, but with the relationship still so fresh and new, you couldn’t bring yourself to it.

You and Tom had met on the set of Captain America: Civil War. It wasn’t a rare occurrence that you visited Chris on set, it was pretty often that you did, actually. And so when you and Tom met, it was like an instant click. Being so close in age helped mostly because everyone else around you were well above their late twenties and it felt wrong. You practically grew up around most of the actors in the later years of your life.

When you’d courteously brought everyone their morning coffee on set from Starbucks you’d come up empty handed for Tom and he insisted that it was really no problem. You’d gladly inherited your father’s kindness and so you felt bad when he was standing, waiting so patiently for his own coffee and you didn’t have it.

Despite Tom assuring you that it was no problem, that he understood he was new on set and you didn’t know each other but you were set on getting him a coffee. So with a large smile, he got your number and texted you what he wanted and you made a quick stop to Starbucks for him. The incident made for a good joke in your relationship now.

Tom was the first to strike up conversation with you. Seeing as he had your number, you two began consistently texting each day you had the time to and you saw each other when you visited the cast and crew on set. The two of you kept to strictly friends for several months, hesitant to start a relationship so quickly. But a few months ago, you began going on dates though those dates consisted of Tom visiting you at your apartment to have dinner or a movie night seeing as you weren’t going public with the relationship. After about three months of strictly dates, Tom finally asked you to be his and you gladly agreed. Now four months later, you’re still happily in the honeymoon phase.

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Your first stop being on set was to see Anthony Mackie who was quite literally your best friend and you’re sure the two of you shared calls more than anyone else, that was after Tom and Chris. Being that he and Chris hung out a lot, even off set, he’d call to tell you about the crazy things they got up to if they were obviously PG and he was how you knew every stupid thing your dad did.

Stepping into his trailer after knocking, you give a wide smile when he’s pushing himself off the couch with an unmanly noise. “Oh, my favorite child! We’ve had to deal with Tom all morning and he’s been cranky. It’s good to see a young face that isn’t cranky.” Anthony tells you and at the mention of your cranky boyfriend, your heart began pounding in your chest though it didn’t show physically.

You give Anthony a tight, crushing hug before pulling back and laughing. “We all know I’ve taken after my father too much. I’m up at the crack of dawn with no problem.” You tell Anthony with a laugh and he nods in agreement.

You’re barely a few minutes into the conversation when the door to Anthony’s trailer opens and a crew member is telling him he needs to head to makeup. Anthony gives you a fist pound that has you cracking up before excusing himself, following after the person.

Leaving Mackie’s trailer, you glance to the trailers you pass, too busy reading names to notice the person coming towards you that isn’t paying attention either. With a ‘hmph’ you stumble back from the person, nearly falling back onto your bottom though a hand is catching you by your bicep, pulling you back into a standing position before you can even fall.

Your eyes widen when you see who it is, throwing your arms around Sebastian’s neck and hugging him with a laugh. “I don’t know whether to curse at you or hug you again!” You exclaim and Sebastian laughs, already dressed in his Winter Soldier suit and the metal arm on.

“I wasn’t the only one paying attention if we ran into each other, so I’ll settle for another hug.” He tells you and you do give him another hug though it’s short lived. “Hey, Sebastian! Wait up, I need to ta- Y/N?” You peek around Sebastian to see Tom who looks almost surprised though he’s trying to hide the grin on his face.

He’d gone back home to his parents to visit with them and Tessa for a few weeks, leaving you in the US and though you knew he was back, you’d never told him you were visiting set with your dad.

You give your boyfriend a wide smile and a wave, moving to give him a hug as well, the feeling of being in his arms again almost instantly putting you at ease.

“I didn’t know you were coming! What are you doing here?” Tom asks as you pull back, hoping the too long hug hadn’t gone noticed by Sebastian. “I’m just roaming around while dad’s here. I haven’t been on set in awhile and figured I’d drop in on everyone.” You explain.

You glance behind you slightly and notice Sebastian has continued to walk away with a crew member who’s talking to him. Glancing around the two of you, you don’t see anyone around or anyone that’s paying attention so you quickly pull Tom into a kiss that’s not meant to last very long.

By the time you’re pulling back, you can already hear your father’s voice ringing in your ears. “Y/N? Tom?” He’s calling and you turn around to see him dressed for a scene in his Captain America suit, quickly walking towards the two of you.

You can feel the heavy sigh that wants to leave your lips but you don’t let it, only giving Chris your best innocent smile, and seeing out of the corner of your eye how tense Tom seems.

“Please, /please/, tell me I’m seeing things.” Chris starts as he’s coming closer to the two of you, coming to a stop just a foot or two in front of you.

You stop to opt and tell him that he was imagining things but you know it’s too late and the question was rhetorical. “No uh, no, I don’t think so.” You tell him and he rubs a hand over his face, mindful of the makeup he’s got on. You can already see the stress of the situation washing over him and you almost feel guilty.

“Tom! You’re needed for filming!” Someone calls and he hesitates, Chris giving him a nod. “You and I’ll talk later.” Chris states firmly and Tom nods quickly. “Y-Yeah, of course sir. I’ll uh see you later, Y/N.”

Meeting Chris’ eye when Tom leaves, you give a sigh and shake your head. “Dad, I’m an adult now. I don’t have to tell you whenever I’m in a new relationship.” You tell him. “And I didn’t want to tell you so soon because I wanted to make sure this one was going to work. We were going to tell you before things got extremely serious.”

He gives a nod, arms crossing over his broad chest and when you give him a pout, he loses his hard resolve, pulling you to him and hugging you tight to his chest. “I know, I know. And I’m trying to get past this whole you being an adult thing. I just worry someone’s going to break your heart and I dread the thought.” He mumbles into your hair, pressing a kiss to your head and you laugh softly.

“I’ll have to experience heartbreak one day, dad. Let’s just hope it’s not with this one, yeah?”

-

“You’ll treat her right, you hear me?”

“Yes sir.”

“If you ever hurt her feelings and I hear about it, I /will/ come after you. And don’t think I won’t.”

“/Dad/.”

“I have to assert dominance, sweetheart. Leave me be.”

“I understand, Y/N. I’d be the same way if I were a dad.”

“Don’t get any ideas, Holland. Not just yet.”

-

Having lunch with the entire cast and crew seemed to be going well until the three of you finally joined them, heads lifting to look at the trio. It was quiet, too quiet and you wondered what could honestly be the problem.

“I told you Tom’s a lil asshole, Evans.” Anthony’s words break the silence and no one is able to hold back the laugh that leaves their lips, even Chris and Tom start laughing. Anthony looks around at everyone laughing, almost wondering why they were because he was being drop dead serious though he shrugs his shoulders and motions you and Tom over, Anthony starting in with his own fatherly talk.

Iron Crown

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jinyoung

Rating: R

Warning: Domestic abuse

Word Count: 5,900

Summary: As the Crown Princess of Vitus, your land has always been peaceful. When your power-hungry Uncle decides to stop paying the tithe though, things take a turn for the worse. The vampires who reside in the mountains are not happy and in retaliation - they set their sights on you. 

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Princess of Themyscira: Part 4

AN:This chapter came fairly easy, I love how it turned out.

Words: 1813

Part One, Part Two, Part Three


The only thoughts on your mind as you climb the steps up towards your grandmother’s palace are ones of sleep. Your body aches, your spirit is sore, and to be completely honest, you feel a bit hollow inside. All you want is to collapse on your bed and sleep. Of course, life isn’t that easy.

    At the top of the stairs, you find your grandmother and your sisters waiting for you. You’re a bit surprised. Usually, by this time, they’ve drunk themselves into a stupor, having told each and every one of your mother’s battle stories. The hangovers typically last for days, and you’re usually the one to hold back your sisters’ hair in the morning.

    You say nothing as you take a seat at the top of the stairs, and turn to face the horizon. The sun is just beginning to rise, and no one seems inclined to say anything, so you sit in silence until Io finally asks, “What was she like?”

    You turn towards your sister and stare. You’d heard the stories, how Io had been madly in love with your mother, and how she had cried for days when she had been officially banished. After a moment you say, “You knew her longer, shouldn’t you know?”

    Artemis’s hand lands roughly on your shoulder, “We knew Diana, Princess of Themyscira. Warrior of the Amazons. We did not know Diana, mother of Y/N, Warrior of Man’s World.”

    You bite on your lip, “You don’t want to hear what I have to say.”

    “And why not?” Euboea asks.

    “Because it involves Man’s World. It involves my brothers. It involves my father, and however much love you have for my mother, and for me, you have just as much resentment for them.”

    “Have we ever shown this resentment? Said bad things?” Hellene asks.

    Your answer is swift and unforgiving, “Yes.” You can see the shock on the faces of your friends, of your grandmother, and from the rest of my sisters. “It didn’t take you long to accept me, despite being hesitant at first. But I remember the hushed whispers in those early days, what you all would say when you thought I wasn’t around.”
    You swallow thickly, “You hate my father for having taken my mother away, but if you knew my mother as you claim, then you would know that no one could make her do anything. And to understand who my mother became when she left here, you’d first have to understand my family. And that starts with my father. And to be honest, I don’t know if it’s a story you’re going to like.”

    There’s several long minutes of silence before Io finally says, “Diana was our sister. We wish to know her. You come from her, if you say we need to start with your sire, then that is where we shall start.”

    You take a shaky breath before nodding once, “Well, to start, he wasn’t my sire. He was my father, and whatever your misgivings toward men are, he was a good man. He was born into wealth, to a loving mother and father. My grandmother, his mother, wanted a child desperately and it took several miscarriages before she was able to have my father. But he was her world. And my grandfather, Thomas, was a doctor. He turned away from corporate America to help people. To try and relate to those less fortunate than him.

    “They were murdered in front of my father when he was eight. That one moment defined the rest of his life. He was left in the care of the family’s butler, Alfred.” You smile at the name, and pause for a moment as the memory of the older man takes center stage in your memory.

    “Alfred was amazing. Managed to raise my dad, and my brothers and even helped raise me. He and mom got along so well. He took care of cleaning and cooking, and everything, and anytime one of us had a problem we would go to him.”

    You pause to wipe away a tear, before continuing, “As my father grew up, he became obsessed with vengeance.”

“Of course.” Artemis’s voice is sure, understanding, as she says, “If any of us were in the same position we would do the same.”

You smile, “Except he didn’t.” You receive puzzled looks before saying, “He found the man who murdered his parents, only to find out he’d been hired to do the job. He had a gun in his hand, he could have killed the man but decided against it. Decided that he wouldn’t become the very thing his parents had tried so hard to fight.

“He went on a journey across the world. Trained under hundreds of masters in escape and martial arts. He was gone for nearly eight years, and when he returned, he took on the persona of Batman. He donned a mask and a cape, and worked to protect the city he loved. That’s how he met my brothers.

“Dick, Jason, and Tim all came to him in different ways. Each had their own journey with him, but they all were of the same mentality. To protect. It’s the same way he met Mom. The Justice League was formed out of need, not desire. Some Earth shattering crisis, where Mom first appeared. She thought dad was too broody. She worked so hard to get him out of his shell.

“The thing that did it was her almost dying. She took a hit for him. It would have killed him, but it only wounded her. Unlike most of the League, Dad didn’t have any powers. He was extremely smart, cunning, and a master of fighting. But he wasn’t invulnerable.

“Tim said that he never left her side after that. He refused to even eat until she woke up. And her first words to him were, ‘Your rules be damned, Bruce Wayne. I love you, and no matter how hard you push me away, I’ll fight even harder to get close.’ Jason said he just gave up after that.

“Dick said they became one of the most sappy couples ever after that. Only at home though. When they were in uniform they were all business. At least that’s what they claim. Dick said that a lot changed when he let Mom in. She didn’t let him isolate himself, or deny his feelings. She forced him to admit stuff, to become more open.

“My father, who apparently had a hard time admitting he cared, finally admitted that his number one fear was to lose those important to him; my brothers and my mother.”

You pause again to swipe at the tears running down your face. “I remember coming home from a night out with my brothers to find them dancing in the kitchen. We watched them for an hour. He was singing to her. Mom was the only one who could convince him to sing. He had such a pretty voice. He would have given her the sun and the stars if she had let him.

“My brother Damian came after they had been together for about two years. When my father had been traveling he met a woman named Talia. She was a smart woman. A strict woman. And a hell of a fighter. Unbeknownst to my father, a night together had created Damian.

“Damian resented Mom at first. Said there were months of snipes back and forth but my mother never backed away or coddled him. Any smart alec remark was met with one of equal standing until something happened that nobody would talk about. All I know is that Talia never came around again, and my parents were given full parental rights. I came about two years after that.”

“And?” Calyce asks.

You smile, “We were happy. We were a family. I grew up with four older brothers who meant the world to me. Who I could go to. My father wouldn’t go out on patrol without reading me a story before he left. Damian taught me fighting basics to defend myself. The others tried to coddle me too much, he said. But neither Mom nor Dad wanted me to join the family business.

“They wanted me to have a normal life, and I did. Or at least as normal as it can be in that situation. I grew up with the other league kids. I had chores and dance class. We had family trips and family dinners. Mom would tell me stories about her childhood. Dick taught me how to tumble, and Jason would taught me how to ride a bike. I’d spend hours playing video games with Tim. He made me my first cup of coffee for exams. Alfred nearly blew a gasket. Mom just took pictures.

“On weekends Mom would take me horseback riding, and we would race. My favorites memories are the ones of all of us together. Birthdays, galas, movie weekends. But my favorite is one of my mom and dad dancing.

“There was always something going on in the world. Some crisis, but I remember thinking I had never seen two people so at peace in that moment. I had never seen two people so in love. He used to call her ‘princess.’ And it wasn’t some in some condescending way either, it’s because that’s what she was, and she deserved that respect.”  

You take a deep breath, “My dad died about three months before I came here. It sent Mom into a rage. She destroyed that incoming fleet. Despite his own resolve not to kill he never tried to persuade her otherwise. He knew she did what she thought was best, that it was a last resort.

“What she did to that fleet though, it was pure vengeance. They had taken the love of her life away, and she was going to kill them for it. She became a different person after that. She was very withdrawn, and when the invasion got worse, they decided as a family that I needed to be saved.

“Alfred drugged me. Slipped something into the coffee Tim had made. They were all there as my eyes closed. They all told me how much they loved me. When I woke up, my mother was carrying me on the beach here. She’d packed a trunk with things she said were important. Put the key around my neck, and well… you know the rest.”  

This time, you let the tears come, you allow yourself to sob as you say, “She wasn’t so different from the woman you tell stories about.”

Artemis’s arms surround you, and she pulls you close, “She was very different, little one. She was a mother, not only to you but to your brothers. She was a wife. She was in love. She was a warrior.”

You swallow thickly, “She was Wonder Woman.”

  • Altair: I lost my wife and son.
  • Ezio: I lost my father and brothers.
  • Connor: I lost my mother and killed my father
  • Haytham: My father was killed before I was taken away.
  • Edward: for fuck's sakes...
  • Aveline: I lost my parents and killed my step-mother.
  • Arno: I lost my father, framed for my step-father's death and then lost my step-sister-turned-lover.
  • Jacob: ...
  • Evie: Jacob, why are you hugging me?
  • Jacob: I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU TOO MY DEAR SISTER!
  • Evie: Brother, get off of me.
A Gem in a Wolf’s Heart: Pt 1

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Robb Stark and Lady Stark survive the Red Wedding. Talisa/Jeyne died and Robb gets his sisters back, there is a new and better King in Kings landing. The North is independent and the Starks killed everyone that betrayed them. Now you are the gem of the North, your father a great general that promised Catelyn Stark to marry you to Robb Stark so he is to remain King in the North. 


Part Two 

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/L/N) = Your Last Name 

Warning: Mean Robb (>3<)

The snow falling always made your heart warm, the way the fallen snow melted against your skin made you smile. You are now of age, a lady in waiting. You are in the snow garden at Castle Elderfrost, a large gray castle with tall skinny trees and frost on all of the blue winter roses. 

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anonymous asked:

Regency AU question(s)! If you're still taking them. I really just want to know about the friendship that springs up between Jarvis, Ana, and Sarah. Also, what do Jarvis and Ana end up doing at the Rogers' castle? Because I refuse to believe that Jarvis and Ana would even consider leaving. And, how do thee react to meeting Peter (and later Harvey)? Do they end up calling Jarvis and Ana some variant of either aunt/uncle or grandma/grandpa? (I have Jarvis feels tonight)

Jarvis, Ana, and Sarah get along very well! Sarah likes telling Jarvis tales of her motherhood woes and seeing him pale in horror. Jarvis much preferred raising an omega child. Tony was a dream. Tony would have been a dream even if Maria and Howard had lived. “Let me tell you about what a terror I was growing up,” Sarah insists, and Jarvis’s voice breaks when he hurriedly answers, “NO!” Ana laughs. Ana wants to know everything. Jarvis buries his face in his hands and slouches in defeat.

They end up just sort of becoming part of the nobility? Duchess Margaret has nothing but good things to say about Jarvis and Ana (she likes Ana’s spitfire attitude) and he’s basically Tony’s father figure, so Sarah treats him like she would any other noble. Sometimes Sarah finds Jarvis walking around with an armful of linens to change beds and she gives him a very long look but doesn’t say anything. Weaker men would shrink but Jarvis isn’t ashamed of the fact that he spent his life serving Tony and doesn’t mind continuing to serve him. Ana thinks it’s adorable when Jarvis snaps at the maids when they do his bedding. The servants all titter about this and think it’s the most funny thing until they realize the corners on the beds Jarvis makes are by far the crispest in the castle. Jarvis kept a very tight ship when he kept the Stark castle and he has no idea why everyone is surprised that he can snap the sheets just right to get people out of bed. Tony was never a morning person until he “accidentally” ended up on the floor.

Jarvis doesn’t even realize how much Tony considers him an important person in his life until a servant comes for him and says “Tony wants you to see the baby.” Jarvis holds his breath when Steve carefully puts little Peter into his arms. “A new baby to look after. Don’t worry, Master Peter. I will look after you.” Tony wakes up just long enough to say “Oh, look, his grandpa’s holding him,” before passing back out again. Jarvis weeps. When Tony’s up for an actual discussion Jarvis tries to insist that ‘grandpa’ is not something Peter Parker Rogers should be calling him but Tony takes his hands and says, “You became my father when mine was taken away from me. You are his grandfather.”

(“There, there,” Ana says, patting Jarvis’s back as he sobs into her shoulder. “You should be happy that Anthony considers you a father figure.” “I am happy,” Jarvis sobs.)

Harley is born and Jarvis weeps over him again when Peter crawls up and says, “This is grandpa, baby!” These precious boys. They’re just as precious as Tony has been to him. He is so pleased that he is being trusted with this. He wishes Howard and Maria were here but he will carry on in their stead as he always has.

(“Honey, you need to stop crying when the man you raised shows that he loves you,” Ana sighs as she pats his back. “You raised a great boy into a great man, Edwin. What did you expect?” “To live my life in obscurity,” Jarvis sobs. Ana gives Sarah a “wtf” face from over Jarvis’s shoulder. Sarah grimaces and turns to walk away.)

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female awesome meme | characters who are deserved better ♦ kendra young 

my parents, they sent me to my watcher when i was very young. how young? i don’t remember them, actually. i’ve seen pictures. but, uh, that’s how seriously the calling is taken by my people. my mother and father gave me to my watcher because they believed that they were doing the right ting for me, and for the world. please, i don’t feel sorry for myself. why should you?

Bittersweet and Strange Part 2 (Negan X Female)

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Summary: She traded her freedom for her father’s safety. Now Negan wants to have dinner with her. 

Characters: Negan x Female

Word Count: 3,197

Warnings: Angst, swearing, eventual smut, eventual fluff, corny references, mentions of gore

Author’s Note: This is Part 2 of my Beauty and the Beast inspired fic series.

I know I said it would be 3 parts, but it’s gonna be 5. I have the whole thing planned out and just need to type it up. I watched the movie to help me plan it out better and I think it’s gonna be epic. 

Lots of movie references in this chapter! Hope they’re not too cringy! XD

Please let me know what you thought! I love feedback!

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