you son of a great woman

agirlapencilandaplan  asked:

i was reading the news headlines you posted, and I need clarification. What does "vamping" mean

A stereotypical vamp was a young woman - a siren - who preyed on men (especially rich ones), using sex appeal to get her way, toying with their feelings, bringing men to their downfall - a heart breaker. With great ease she’d steal another girl’s boyfriend or husband away. When she wasn’t stealing husbands: watch out mothers! She might be the ruin of your college aged son. Her morals were lax. She cared more about the chase than actually having the man.

A vamp was usually portrayed as a lithe woman with dark bobbed hair, bright lipstick, plenty of mascara and eye shadow, maybe some rouge… and very little clothing (short skirts or velvet dresses, very thin stockings). She’d stay out all night and drink, smoke, flirt and swear with no qualms. 

Why was she called a vamp? Wicked and beautiful, like a vampire, she usually came out at night and she’d “suck the lifeblood” out of a man before discarding him once she’d had her way.

The Moms Of Voltron everyone.

Pretty much the lions in their respective human forms.


Headcanons: (I’ll be referring to them as their respective colors until I can come up with adequate names for them)

-Black let’s Shiro roam even though he’s like three, poor baby. Thankfully he usually ends up going to Coran’s to play with Allura

-Red is that Protective Mom™ and tends to stress alot. Keith makes her stress alot.

 “Why is he on the fridge I turned away for two seconds, Keith no you can’t eat the cereal from the box, how are you doing any of this you’re two.”

*Keith looking straight at her as he eats the cereal straight from the box*

-Yellow is pretty chill and Hunk is usually a great baby, he rarely cries and prefers just playing with his friends or napping with his mom. (She’s the best napping place everyone agrees)

-Blue is that mom with about 100000000 pictures of her son in her wallet and isn’t afraid to show anyone who stands next to her for more than 5 seconds.

Lance refers to her as giant woman because of her hair and he loves it so much she hasn’t had the heart to change it out.

-Green likes to show Pidge how different substances work (The safe kitchen kind) Pidge’s favorite is the volcano, even if it does taste nasty. Green has also built a hologram program that displays different animals and other objects to scale for Pidge and the rest of the kids to play with.

The Signs As Weird Retail Customers I've Had To Deal With
  • Aries: The guy who went over to me with a knife and held it in front of my face, only to ask if I knew any place in the mall where he could have it sharpened.
  • Taurus: The woman who didn´t want to buy her son any toys and tried to tell him that “the toys are just for decoration; they actually sell shelves”.
  • Gemini: The man who tried to pay for a €10 soft toy with a €500 note and, when I refused to accept it, complained that this was “discrimination against rich people”.
  • Cancer: The guy who rode his bike through the mall.
  • Leo: The two students who each bought a giant teddy bear as “back-up presents” for their girlfriends, in case they forgot an anniversary or a birthday.
  • Virgo: The guy who bought 100 postcards for his sister´s wedding and came by two days later to show us wedding videos and photos on his tablet.
  • Libra: The woman who bought a llama soft toy, believing it was a cat.
  • Scorpio: The big, dangerously looking biker who walked straight up to me and asked for “the biggest and fluffiest bunny” we had.
  • Sagittarius: The man who looked at the giant 4.25-foot (1.20 metres) plush penguin and asked if we had a bigger one- preferably taller than him.
  • Capricorn: The woman who had a whole conversation with me in English, eventually realized that I wasn´t originally from Britain and then started to talk really, really slowly.
  • Aquarius: The woman who didn´t know what a penguin was- or the South Pole for that matter- and asked me to explain.
  • Pisces: The women who looked at the big cat soft toys and asked me why the hell we sold soft toys of animals that were not indigenous to Germany while standing next to a shelf filled with dragons and unicorns.
Once Upon a Time

Bucky x Reader Oneshot

Summary – You and Bucky bond over a shared love for fairy tale endings.

Warnings – Pure fluff…be warned…it could rot your teeth out!

Word Count – 2,381

Notes – This is a birthday fic to the beautifully sweet Mariana @buckysberrie.  Happy Birthday my dear!!  If any of you have ever read one of her fic reviews, you’ll know how much she loves her inner dialogue.  I’ve written her a Bucky fic in this style before and it turned out really cute!  I hope this one is just as adorable.  For those of you who watch OUAT, I didn’t start with this season…you’ll see why when you read it!   As always, feel free to leave me any comments or feedback!

Masterlist

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Words in italics are the Reader’s internal dialogue

When the Quinjet touched down on the roof of the Avengers Compound in Upstate New York, all you could think about was a hot shower, something to eat, and a Netflix binge of your newest favorite TV show.  You and Wanda had been undercover for the past month and you had just made it the end of Season One of Once Upon a Time.  You were desperate to get caught up so you could watch the newest season live this fall.

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A bride of astonishing beauty.

Jamie stood at the head of the table and looked down the length of it, from face to face. On either side of the old oak surface people were smiling and most eyes were on him. He cleared his throat and ran his thumb along the smooth rim of his wineglass. He was vaguely aware the he was being introduced but time seemed to slow for Jamie and he closed his eyes letting the swirl of images parade before his eyelids.

The sight of her tiny hand, clasping his thumb so tightly that it gave him strength to believe in what may be possible.

Small feet, padding across the lairds chamber, her eyes slanted even more than normal with the effort of concentration and the solid weight of her against his chest as she finally reached close enough to pitch forward into his arms with a satisfied grunt.

Trying to wrestle her wild, curly hair into a plait before church, judiciously ignoring the muttered string of impolite Gaelic each time he tugged too hard, her wee snub of a nose wrinkled in disdain for the activity in an exact imitation of her mother.

Sitting her on his knee, so many, many times and occasionally threatening to turn her over it when her tongue got away from her, though very seldom ever following through with the threat because she was his ‘wee nighean donn’ and her smile could calm his temper in an instant.

The first time she bested him at chess and the last time she asked him what a word meant in a book she was reading.

The way his world centred on hearing her say ‘Da!’ on the same day she mastered ‘Mama’.

His pride and joy. His Faith.

“Jamie …?”

He opened his eyes and blinked. Claire was looking up at him, eyebrows raised in expectation.

“Aye … Aye of course.”

He stood and looked down the table once more, at the bride seated next to her new groom, both radiating happiness.

“I ken ye are all waiting on the festivities of the evening, and I willna take much of your time. Rabbie, ye have been a member of this family for many years already but today we welcome ye officially as our son-in-law and it is my great joy to do so.”

Clapping and a cheer from Jenny as Rabbie ducked his head, beaming and blushing lightly.

“And to my eldest daughter, Faith … ye made me a father and I am so verra, verra proud of the fine young woman you have become. I see so much of your mother in you, and I can pay ye no greater compliment than that.”

Jamie paused and cleared his throat again as Claire squeezed his hand, her eyes as damp as his. For a moment he was lost, unsure of how he could ever say all that he felt should be said, to his wife or to his wee lass. His eyes rested on the curve of Claire’s cheek, the sweet bow of her lips and the gentle swell of her earlobes – all of them echoed on their daughter who was the image of her mother, but with slanted, blue eyes and a knife edge nose. And just like that, Jamie knew what to say, as he had known it twenty-three years previously.

He lifted his glass and drew a breath

“If ye will all please join me in a toast: To a lady of grace, a woman of strength and a bride of astonishing beauty, my daughter, Faith McNab.”

And so they did

PROMPT: soulmate au where the first thing your soulmate says is tattooed on your arm, however, both dan and phils tattoos are in a foreign language that they don’t understand (as in they don’t speak the same language)

(prompt from @phanfic)

WORDS: 1785

(WARNINGS/TRIGGERS) none, as far as im concerned, though the quickest mention of abusive ever, right at the start. a few nervous/down thoughts I guess?

GENRE: fluff :)

(AUTHORS NOTE) im popping the oneshot cherry, presenting you with this, looking for some followers on here, @phanfucks , ao3 agnesisacunt, ff.net agnesfandoms, and my wattpad ineedfiction. also my ig danisabear but whatevs really. also this is kinda short dan bc he’s only seventeen at this point. anyway. enjoooooooooooooooooooy :)) also feedback helps the flowers grow

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(Phil’s pov)

Philip Lester lived in a world where people had ‘soul-quotes’. That was the name of the little thing that was written on your arm from birth, the first thing your soulmate would say to you. Some people found their soulmates when they were just 7, some people even had to wait fifty years, and some never got their soulmate. Maybe they never met, maybe their soulmate was mean or abusive, or maybe they didn’t have a mark, or their soulmate had a mark for another person.

Soulmates didn’t have to be relationships, more often than not they were, but they could be friendships too.

The thing with Phil’s soul-quote? It was in danish. ‘Undskyld, men tog du lige et billede af mig?’ what?? He’d once tried looking it up on google translate, the sentence ‘sorry, but did you just take a picture of me?’ didn’t make any sense back then, but now, as a photography student, it kind of did. Kind of.

It was all very exciting though, him having a soulmate from a different country, while all his friends just had british soulmates. Phil also may have kind of dreamed about his soulmate finding Phil’s slight british accent hot.

But currently, he was more excited than ever. He was going to Denmark with his photography class at uni, because every year a country to go to was chosen by the students of the class, they’d have five options, and Phil may have convinced 13 people to choose Denmark. They would arrive at Copenhagen airport in about 45 minutes, use the rest of the day to get settled in, get right in to photography monday morning, and then take the train to a city in jytland called Aarhus on tuesday evening, where they’d spend three more days. Phil was ecstatic. Even at 8 o’clock on a sunday morning, he’d never been more excited.

~~~

The first day of Copenhagen was unsuccesful. He’d tried to speak to as many people as possible, even walking into some on purpose (do. not. ask). But no one said anything that could sound even a little bit like the thing he had on his lower right arm, in a squiggly writing - his soulmates writing. It’d taken several of Phil’s family members to figure out the letters, and it just made it all the more difficult that it was in a foreign language.

Phil was dead-set to try again tomorrow.

~~~

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He’d gotten a few ‘undskyld’s, but that was more or less it.

Now he was on the train to jytland, at 7:47 p.m., going through the pictures he’d taken of The Round Tower, Amalienborg Palace, a few birds, dogs, flowers, and people.

“Seem a little down, Phil? Didn’t find them today either?” Asked Camille, one of his friends, sounding like she felt rather sorry for him. Most of the people he knew, including her, had already found their soulmate, some were married, some not. Phil was the oldest person he himself knew who hadn’t found his soulmate yet. He was 22 for god’s sake. The most common age to find your soulmate was around 17. How long would he have to wait?

“Nah, I didn’t, unfortunately.” he answered. He got a few pats on the back with the people he sat with at that, but none of them really knew what to say, which was understandable.

“You’re gonna find them, promise.” said Mike, who was also Phil’s cousin’s soulmate. “Thanks man, anyway, did you guys get some good pics?” he asked.

“Yeah, I got one from the top of the Round Tower with a really nice view, also one of a dog with it’s owners sitting at a fountain. What about you guys?” said Mike, and so they continued talking until they had to get off the train.

~~~

First day of Aarhus? No luck. Phil was really fucking hoping that the second day was gonna be better (little did he know, it was).

~~~

Phil, Mike, Camille, Emma, and Damon were walking with each other along the Aarhus Canal, taking different pictures of it, buildings, cafés, dogs, people, and their ‘Baresso’ coffees. Phil had gotten an Ultimative Iceblend with mint, and it tasted like heaven. Camille and Emma had both bought a danish soda called Faxe Kondi, which tasted surprisingly well.

‘Holy-’ Phil couldn’t help himself, quickly putting his camera in front of his right eye and snapping a picture, when he saw the most breath-takingly beautiful boy he was to ever lay his eyes on. He had a brown fringe, sweeping to the left, sparkling brown eyes with little specks of golden and honey in them, and was smiling the brightest of smiles to some of his friends and, oh god, dimples as deep as Phil was in love. He was petting his dog, a black-spotted Grand Danois, and looking at some of his friends, laughing along with them. Well, until he wasn’t, and was suddenly looking at Phil, and oh shit, oh no, he fucking saw me taking a picture of him like some creep.

“Undskyld, men tog du lige et billede af mig?” he said, but of course, Phil didn’t understand shit.

“I-I’m sorry, say that again please? I’m british.” Phil explained with the slightest of embarrassed laughs.

The gorgeous boy looked down at his left arm, taking a couple of seconds before answering, with the most stunning smile ever; “Sorry, but did you just take a picture of me?”

And Phil burst out laughing, in relief, joy, happiness, so many different emotions.

“I- um, yes, yes I did actually.” He chuckled, more or less ignoring all the confused faces around them.

“Yeah? And not just of Bella here?” Pretty boy (also known as Phil’s soulmate, apparently, holy fuck) asked, scratching the big dog, that was more or less in his lap, behind the ear.

Phil chuckled. “Well, as charming as she is, that wasn’t the first thing on my mind.” He replied, smirking slightly at the now blushing boy, and if you asked Phil he’d probably refuse the slight tint on his own cheeks.

“Um, Dan? Hvem er din ven her?” asked a friend of the boy, Dan, as Phil had just discovered. Jesus, that’s a nice name. Is it short for something, maybe? What’s his last name? Phil thought to himself, and yes, he did feel a bit creepy to be honest, but he also knew that these were regular thoughts right after meeting your soulmate.

“Oh. det er- this is-” Dan giggled, not sure what to say since he didn’t kow his soulmate’ name yet, but kinda confused as to how his friends hadn’t caught on yet.

“I’m Phil Lester.” Phil said with a kind smile, reaching his hand out to Dan’ friends. Phil. Dan couldn’t help but let out a small, contented sigh, as his soulmate seemed to be the perfect person.

“Dan Howell.” Dan said at last and reached his hand out to Phil too.

“Howell? Isn’t that an english name?” Phil asked curiously, wanting to know as much about this boy as humanly possible.

“Well yeah, my great-great-grandpa was from Ireland and his son, my great-grandpa, got married to a danish woman who took his name, and so on.” Dan answered, quietly ushering Bella off of his lap so he could stand up before his legs fell asleep. He was about a head shorter than Phil, which was adorable, but would also be the cause of a great amount of neck pain in the future.

“Oh, you’re tall, no fair.” Dan whined and pouted, and Phil laughed, but was cut short by the voice of Camille. “Alright, not-so-wild guess, are you two soulmates?” she asked and when the two boys nodded to her, she couldn’t help but gasp along with Phil’s other friends and pull him into a hug, while some of Dan’ squealed a little and embraced him too, all laughing and congratulating.

“Alright, alright, but Dan how old are you?” asked Emma in a teasing tone. Phil snickered.

“Oh, I’m turning eighteen in June?” he told, not quite knowing why she wanted to know that, until she slapped Phil, exclaiming ‘old man!’. They all laughed at that, though Phil rolled his eyes and snickered again. “I’m twenty-two.” he explained.

Both Phil and Dan’ friends may have all lured off about fifteen minutes after that, but it’s not like the two really noticed. And Phil likes to tell himself that Dan didn’t notice the thirty-one pictures that were taken of him in the coffee shop they sat in for the next two hours, chatting and trying to teach Phil danish, though he probably did. And he probably noticed the twelve Phil took of him as they were walking and sitting beside the canal with Bella too.

~~~

Sadly, Phil couldn’t see Dan almost all friday because Dan still had school for a couple more weeks. That didn’t stop him from talking about him all the time, though. It was quite endearing, to be honest.

When Dan’ school day finally ended, at 1:55 because it was a short day, he and Phil met up right outside of the rather big - yet still much smaller than Phil’ old high school - building, they both smiled from ear to ear.

“Hey.” Dan said breathely.

“Hey.” Phil returned it in the same, slightly awe-struck, tone. “Don’t you guys have to wear uniforms?” he continued, noticing how Dan’ attire was a red-plaid sweatshirt, with the image of a dog and silhouette of a man in the center. Phil learned yesterday that Dan had quite an expensive taste.

“No, not here. When I was younger I always thought it would’ve been cool if we did, but I’m rather relieved now.” they laughed.

“Good. They’re horrific.” Dan laughed even louder at Phil’ words, and Phil could only say that he was proud of that.

“It’s sad that you’re leaving already. In two hours right?” asked the younger of the two, frowning deeply.

“Yeah. I was thinking if you maybe had the time, you could come say goodbye at the airport?” Phil said nervously, though he knew he had no reason to be. Dan smiled again, nodding.

“Yeah. We can exchange skype accounts, social media?” Dan proposed, and Phil nodded.

“Could we exchange a goodbye kiss?” said Phil, teasingly setting his hands on Dan’ waist, making the younger of the two giggle loudly.

“Sure.”

And so they did.

anonymous asked:

Dryad made me want more family fic, but YOUR family fic! How's about a little drabble with Scully nursing William? Thanks, you queen. xoxo

They ventured out to the nearest of the three Starbucks in Scully’s neighborhood, sipping iced coffee in the October sunshine. The cafe table wobbled on the pavement, and Mulder stabilized it with a stack of napkins and two Sweet ‘n’ Lows.

William, at five months, was deeply interested in the expanding world on which he could now focus. He lunged at dogs, flung coffee stirrers, and beseeched pigeons to accept fragments of his mother’s scone. He shrieked in dismay when they scattered. Wailing softly, he began gumming his father’s shoulder.

“Time to open the breastaurant,” Mulder said, peeling William from his shirt.

Scully fumbled under her sweater at her nursing bra, then accepted her grouchy son. She cradled him in her arms, and fondly told him that he was a destructive gremlin. William, unbothered, latched on immediately and began making contented whuffling noises.

“What a life,” Mulder said, dabbing at the saliva on his shoulder with a teddy bear print blanket that Scully loathed. It had been a gift, and was primarily used for wiping up effluvia.

Across from them, a pinch-faced woman glared at Scully with frank disapproval. She made clicking sounds and sucked her teeth every few minutes to ensure that her contempt registered.

“Look at you, Scully,” Mulder said with great amusement. “Just sitting here, tits to the wind, flagrantly using them for their intended purpose. Hussy.”

Scully, expressionless behind her sunglasses, offered a moue in reply.

An immense Husky loped by and William, unable to contain himself, lurched forward to greet it. He squealed like a bald tire, and Scully’s nipple contracted in the sudden chill.

This display proved too much for their nemesis. She shoved her chair back and stalked over. “That is absolutely indecent!” she informed Scully, who had already reattached the baby.

Scully slid her sunglasses down her nose to blink more effectively. Then she pushed them back up.

“Excuse me, but that is unacceptable,” the woman continued, as though either of them had expressed interest. “You could at least use a blanket to cover up.”

“A blanket?” Mulder said, feigning confusion.

“Yes! If you must do…that in public, which you really shouldn’t, you could at least cover up so no one’s offended.”

Mulder cocked his head, considering. Then he rose, removing the teddy bear blanket from his shoulder. He dropped it over the woman’s head.

“There,” he said. “Now you won’t see anything offensive.”

Jimin Scenario: To Hold You.

Request: Requests are open! Yaaay Can you write a vampire prince AU, where he have a human girl for a while now, & he took her to his “vampire palace” to get to know more of his vampire side, his family & what they do. With How surprise she’s of seeing him as a prince & royal. The plot could be how sweet he’s with her, & fearless with the others specially his enemy. You can add a fight scene if that helps. & you can end it as you wish. I just can’t take vampire prince jimin out of my hand after BS&T

Vampire AU.

Genre: Fluff / Romance.


-I’m not sure if this is right- you muttered as you opened the door for Jimin. You were ready to go, you had told your maid to brush your hair until it shone and then you had pinned half of it with a pretty broach Jimin had gifted you a few months ago. It was beautiful as it was antique, and you couldn’t think of a better occasion to wear it than to go to his place for the first time.

-Of course it is- he assured with a smile, dashing, was the only word you had to describe him. Jimin was beautiful beyond words, but that one seemed to adjust somewhat right. He had this odd shade of hair, blond, but with an ashy tone that with a certain amount of light looked lilac. -Everything is ready, unless you don’t want to go- he suggested softly. 

You did want to go, you died with curiosity to go to his place, that by the rumors it was something huge and out of the ordinary, everyone talked about it, the high palace by the hill, but not many people dared to go there.

-I want to- you affirmed and that made Jimin take your hand to pull you out of your house. The carriage was just in front of your street. You really liked it, it was luxurious but cozy on the inside, the two white horses that pulled from it made great contrast with the black material of the carriage itself. -I’m just a bit nervous-

-Nonsense Y/N- Jimin laughed helping you in after the driver opened the door for you and Jimin extended a hand for you to get in easily.

He was holding your hand as you rode there, but that didn’t make anything to your nerves. -So everyone is going to be there? Your parents? Your brothers? Friends?-

-Of course!- he chirped. -I gathered everyone for this special occasion-

-How thoughtful- you mused making him laugh. -And are they really ok with it? I mean won’t they want to… eat me?-

At that Jimin lost his smile, shaking head. -No one will ever do such thing, bringing a human isn’t perhaps the most common thing for us but- he kissed the back of your hand smiling a little again. -But I already spoke about it and there’s no turning back, I found you Y/N, I couldn’t ever let go of you-

You smiled at him this time. -We found each other-

-This way you can know more about me too, more about us, and that way you can be sure if you want… this, this kind of life- he finished with a sigh.

-I wish to know it all, but you can’t blame me to be nervous though- He chuckled amused with that. -I’m serious, are royal vampires as mean and ruthless as human monarchs?-

-They are- Jimin conceded enjoying your eyes going wide to then chuckle once more. -But not towards you, you are with me Y/N, everyone will treat you like they would if you were…- he laughed lightly like he was enjoying some secret joke and you hit him with your fan.

-Like what my lord?-

-Don’t call me that- he nagged but still with a laugh in his mouth. -Like my wife-

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a Bts reaction as single parents and having a crush on their child's new teacher? Thank you!!!!!

​I’m in love with this concept I’ve actually been wanting to write a fanfic on it but I haven’t had the time. 

BTS: Reaction as single parents liking their kids new teacher

•Jin: He walked into the classroom with two big sandwiches in his hand. One for him and one for his son. He didn’t know why he’s been called here, but he figured it would take a while so he brought food. 

“I called you here because of food actually.” You said with a small giggle. “I don’t mind if he eats in class but he stuffs his face so full he can’t answer any questions.” You watched as the two boys ate like wild beasts.

“What? Son, I’ve taught you how to talk with food in your mouth. Do you not learn?” Jin spoke so clearly with a big bite of food in his mouth, it truly impressed you. You started to laugh but Jin stopped you when he held his sandwich up to your face. “I’m sorry, if I knew you were gonna be so life changing in the first place I would’ve bought you something too.” He smoothly flirted, making you get all flustered. 

“That’s, awfully sweet of you…” You smiled sweetly.

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•Yoongi: He was called to the school because of his child having issues with sleeping during class. He walked into the classroom, hoping to get the meeting over with relatively quickly so he could get back home to sleep after his long day of work, but the second he saw you he wanted time to stop. His jaw nearly dropped, he had to put his hand over his mouth to stop himself.

He walked up to you, the gorgeous woman, and shook your hand. “Oh Mr. Min you’re here.” Even your voice was breathtaking. As you talked, he listened but he didn’t focus. His mind kept wondering elsewhere.

“Thank you. I’ll have a talk to him when I get home.” He said quietly while staring at your breasts. 

“Mister, my face is up here.” You grabbed onto his chin and forced him to look into your eyes, but you were smiling in a taunting way. “My my what is a handsome guy like you staring at a boring teacher like me for?”

His heart was on the verge of bursting, but that wasn’t the only thing bout to burst. “So hey uh.. Are you available this weekend..?”

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•Namjoon: He was called in because of something his child did, but now he was being scolded at by you. Like father like son, they were monsters of destruction. While the son went around accidentally breaking utensils, here comes the father waltzing in and breaking a desk.

“Do you have any idea how expensive these are? They’re gonna take this out of my check!” You scolded with your hands on your hips. You were frowning but it soon turned into a smile when you saw how helpless this man was. “Oh… gosh don’t make me feel bad.” You were a sweet girl at heart, even if you tried to be angry. 

“I’m sorry, I promise I’ll pay for it. And everything my son broke. Just give him some mercy. He doesn’t have a mother.” He explained and watched your reaction change. As he saw your broken heart through your eyes, he started to chuckle. “Hey hey, I told myself I would never make a woman cry. Come on, I’ll buy you a drink. Just keep those tears off that pretty little face.”

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•Hoseok: Wow what a day. First he gets yelled at by his boss and now he’s told his student became disruptive during class. He hated dealing with teachers, he hasn’t ever liked them. But boy oh boy was he surprised to see a stunning woman with a bright personality. You were smiling so big when you introduced yourself he thought he was meeting an angel.

He listened to you as you talked. Your sweet voice was like music to his ears and he could start dancing. but he was not pleased to hear about his son. “Your son is so wonderful and he has a great personality, he just doesn’t understand the appropriate time to use it.” You saw how interested Hoseok was in your eyes so you stared at him. 

“Geez I’m sorry. You know I’d love to talk about it but I can’t focus on anything on an empty stomach. Let’s talk about it over dinner.” He smoothly asked you on a date, unable to help his smiling towards the end. He just adored your reaction. You squealed softly and gently kicked your feet.

“Well who could turn down such a handsome guy?”

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•Jimin: He was irritated to have to come in because of something he’s lectured his son about all the time. Share your toys. Share share share. When he walked in and he saw his son lookin all guilty, he was not pleased. But when he looked up to see a beautiful woman he thought he was thrown straight into heaven.

He was so shocked it took him a few seconds to process that you were actually real. “Oh uhm, hi. I’m-”

“Mr. Park right?” The way you smiled drove his heart crazy. How were you doing this? He just nodded in response and shook your hand for longer than either of you intended. Your giggling shook him out of his trance. He pulled his hand back quickly and rested it on the back of his neck.

“So uhm. I-I’m sorry about… About him, he just. Well he doesn’t have a mother and, he’s with his babysitter a lot of the time… I guess he just hasn’t had me around enough to discipline him. Sorry, I’ll work on it.” He spoke while staring into your enchanting eyes the whole time.

“Now hold on, it’s ok. I understand how hard that can be. Let’s work something out ok?” You pat his shoulder, making him nearly melt. “And maybe we can go out for a drink some time, you know, to talk about your son more.” You said with a wink that sent him to the sky.

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•Taehyung: How was he supposed to concentrate on your words when you were drop dead gorgeous and practically the definition of beauty? Every time you said something he’d register it totally different. After a while of talking to him about his son, you realized his mind was on something else completely.

“Hey you. How am I supposed to help your son if you don’t focus.” You snapped your fingers at him. He blinked and shook his head slightly, looking you dead in the eyes.

“I’m sorry it’s just… You’re so beautiful.” He stopped himself and looked away, a little shy because of his confession. You just smiled the cutest smile and flicked his arm.

“So… If I go get dinner with you will you be able to focus more?” You asked him with big eyes. He was shocked and speechless, but he nodded because who could refuse a date with someone that could be a potential model?

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•Jungkook: It was almost instantly the two of you were flirting. The way he walked in with those tight ass jeans and a cocky look on his face, and you, a helpless adorable girl standing there with nothing better to do. He was just coming in to check on his sons school life. He worried. He didn’t want him to be bullied so he made sure to stay on top of that. But, he was very distracted by you.

He realized that every time he bit his lip or stuck his tongue out, you’d get all flustered and your cheeks would turn pink, so he would do it more. He was cocky about it. He used to be so shy with girls but he’s had plenty of experience-hence, the kid he had.

“Jungkook, I think you’re really cute and you’re a great guy, but would it be strange for your son if you dated their teacher?” You gave a sad but true point. He pursed his lips and nodded as he thought about it but he bounced right back.

“I’m sure at first it would be weird but you won’t be his teacher forever.” He put his hand on your cheek and slowly drew closer to you, tempting you and succeeding.  

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Sirius x Reader: Pureblood

Warnings: argument with mum

Requested: yes (it’s so late I’m so sorry)

A/N: THIS IS SO LONG I HOPE YOU LIKE IT- GOOD TO BE BACK!!! Thank you all so much for the support! (Also 1,600 followers?! I love y’all) I hope you enjoy reading this my loves and that it was worth the wait!!xx

I posted ‘pictures’ of the dresses described which you can check out HERE or a few posts down on my blog!

“MOTHER! I AM NOT WEARING THIS!” You yelled, looking at yourself in the mirror. A dark green gown with silver ruffles- Slytherin much? “When I walk in, roll your eyes to my mum- she won’t scream at you next mistake you make.” You whisper to the stylist stood behind you.

“Oh- Miss- I’m not sure what you mean.” She stuttered.

You winked at her and smiled before hiking your dress up and walking into the main room.

“Y/N, it’s the perfect colours.” Your mother said, smiling sourly at you.

“Mother, I’m not wearing it. Unless you want me to spend the party reminding everyone I’m a half blood.” You taunted.

“Find something.” She ordered, turning to the brown haired stylist behind you.

Your mother, Adia, had been ‘tricked’ by your father. When they first met, your dad thought she was joking about being a witch and ‘joked’ that he was also a pureblood from the North. So, long story short, she got pregnant and soon after found out your father was a muggle- quickly allowing him full care of you (the disgrace) once you were born and only seeing you when there were ‘purebloods and family’ parties. Like now.

You looked at the Slytherin green fabric hopelessly, not the best choice for a Gryffindor.

“Here.” The stylist said sheepishly, holding out mint green fabric.

You smiled and took it thankfully, turning into the small room to change.

“Y/N- HURRY UP!’

“Calm down, it’s just a party.” You called, knowing it would irritate her.

You turned to the mirror one last time and took in your appearance. The stylist had given you a mint green, floor length gown, the beaded chiffon hanging elegantly from one shouler.

Your mother roughly grabbed your arm and immediately apparated to the party, “Tell anyone you’re a half blood, I’ll curse you.” She whispered in your ear before turning into the party, emerald cape trailing behind her.

You stood for a moment, looking at the purebloods before you and smiled- time for some good old pranks.

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Imagine you and Ivar love to raid and battle together (part 4)

Part Ihttp://lordavanti.tumblr.com/post/156851277953/imagine-you-and-ivar-love-to-raid-and-battle
Part II: http://lordavanti.tumblr.com/post/156891745733/imagine-you-and-ivar-love-to-raid-and-battle
Part IIIhttp://lordavanti.tumblr.com/post/156943251008/imagine-you-and-ivar-love-to-raid-and-battle

Summary: A month further, Ivar is all overprotective now and suddenly wants to marry you. But your head is somewhere else … you have more pain than usual, your son kicks less than normal. You have still a month to go and just as you want to visit Helga there are thos contractions. Your son lies in the wrong direction and you just lose to much blood, will you survive?
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You wore a gown for a change, it was a lot more comfortable than the typical warrior clothes you wore before, certainly with your oversized belly. There were two things changed since the attack from last month. Ivar was more around … constanly watching you like you could drop any moment to the ground. And your son kicked not that hard anymore, you hardly felt him move at all. “We should marry.” Ivar said. You turned on the chair and looked how he get his shirt on.
“Why, Ivar? Because I’m pregnant of your son?”
“Yes.” He nodded. You looked at him and bited your lip, a little dreamy. “You don’t want to?” He asked. You pulled yourself out of your own thoughts and looked at him.
“Your changing, growing all soft.” You spotted. He frowned his eyebrows and stared at the door.
“You said I would be a good father.” He looked at you, a little unsteady maybe. You pushed yourself from the chair and walked over to the bed. He supported you as soon as you were in range.
“I will not break.” You smiled because of his over protection.
“You maybe not but he,” he pressed his lips against your belly and looked up at you for a moment. “you can’t be carefull enough.” He wispered.
“You kiss him already a lot more than me.” You observed. He chuckles and pulled his head back.
“You jealous?” He asked with that seductive smile you loved. How could you be jealous, he treated you like a goddess past month. And even he was a cripple, he crawled half the village if you needed something. But you never told him that there was something changed with your son. You never told him about the pain you sometimes had. It was to early, it wasn’t possible. “I wish I could know what you are thinking of.”
“Hmm.” You looked at him and shook your head. “Nothing really. Shouldn’t you be with your brothers?” You asked to switch the subject. He narrowed his eyes and nodded slowly.
“You never aswered my question, we should marry.”
 “Get me through childbird and maybe I will.” You gave in. He smiled, as if he completed something that took a lot of work. You watched him getting of the bed and crawling to the door, without kissing you goodbye, see …

As soon as he was away you stroke over your belly, trying to control the little pain you were already feeling again. “Maybe we should go visit Helga.” You said softly against yourself. You stood up, walked the house out to Helga. It was a long walk, to long and you needed to rest more than once. You where almost by the house when you felt a cramp coming up. “Not now, please.” You wispered to your belly, holding your body up to a tree.
“Y/n?” You looked up to Floki who stood with an axe besides a fallen tree. He came towards you, confused looking from your belly to your face.
“I think somethings wrong?” You said afraid.
“Helga is with Torvi, you need to go back.”
“I gonna loose him.” You wispered. It was a month to early, you son couldn’t come now.
“You’re not believing in the gods Y/n, they have great plans for you and your son.” You watched to Floki who maked some weird movements with his hand above his head. You felt the pain again and Floki supported you back to the village, the whole way he was mumbling to himself, praying to the gods. He got you home, back on the bed before he rushed out to get Helga and some other woman. Helga told you over her childbirth, over the pain, the yelling. But you mostly felt fear now you were there all by yourself, trying to control your breathing while Floki get the others. It felt like hours but when she got through the door she immidiatly began to look for symptoms.
“He will come y/n.”
“It’s to soon.” You said in panic. Margrethe followed with some other woman you hardly knew.
“How long is this going on?” Helga asked while she started preparing. Margrethe was warming water by the fire, the other woman folded fabrics for the baby, or for you, who knows.
“Since the attack, he didn’t moved liked before and sometimes I felt a light pain. I was coming to see you Helga.” Their was a new contraction and you already felt the sweat coming up.
“Does Ivar know?”
“Does Ivar know what?” He asked in the doorway. His confused gaze said enough. He needed some time to put it all together but when he finally looked at you, you saw a little anger underneath concern. “y/n?” He asked, still in the doorway. You sucked in a deep breath and looked then towards him.
“I’m sorry.” You wispered. He crawled to the bed and both of you looked to Helga who was puching your belly.
“He doesn’t lie with his head in the good direction.” She confirmed. You closed your eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks.
“It’s my fault, I should have stopped training, riding, I should have stayed home with the attack, because of me you never gonna see your son alive.” A new contraction hits you and you tried to just bite away the pain. Ivar laid his hand on your forehead, his thumb stroking your skin.
“You will get through this, the gods are not that cruel y/n.” But you hardly couldn’t listen to him.
“You should go Ivar.” You wispered through your tears. When you looked at him he shook his head. “Please, for once don’t be so stubborn.” You said further. He laid his arm around your head and you took a hold at it with both hands.
“You can do battle, you can do this to. I know you only one way Y/n and that is strong.” He wispered, pressing a short kiss on your forehead. The more contractions there came, the more pain you got.
“He has to get out Y/n, you have to start pressing.” Helga said. The fear in your eyes overcame all your power to fight. Margrethe watched in concern while you pushed for the first time, and the second … and the third. Helga exchanged looks with the other woman and you closed your eyes, hiding your head against Ivar’s arm.
“What is it?” He asked. You knew you were bleeding already a lot and it shouldn’t supposed to go like that.
“If the baby don’t come out soon he will kill Y/n. She is already loosing to much blood and losing all strenght.” Helga answered him before she turned to the two other women and start to explain things to them.
“Y/n, you have to do this.” Ivar softly said against your ear. You turned your head and shook your head.
“Promise me you will take care of him. If I die, please, Ivar, take care of him. Make him fierce and famous just like you are. Promise me?” Your fingertips stroked his cheekbone while you looked at him. He nodded, you saw a tear from the corner of his eye getting towards his cheek. “Your the most amazing man I ever met Ivar and I’m glad that I always could fight beside you through all those times, that I can carry your son now.”
“Don’t make this a goodbye.” He wispered. You looked away from him, back to Helga who nodded slowly.
“The faster he is out, the more change you have Y/n.” She said with a strong voice. She gave you some courage. You took a deep breath, clenched yourself on to Ivar his arm en closed your eyes. How hard could it be? You start pushing, yelling all the pain into Kattegat. After ten times there was hardly any progress and your head felt back in the bed, your eyes half shut.
“Can’t you cut it out?” Ivar asked impatient, restless, angry almost.
“Cut it out? Are you mad. She will loose more blood!” Helga defensed your situation immidiatly.
“She is dying Helga!” He yelled at here. “And he isn’t coming.” He pointed at your belly. You wanted to comfort him but all of your energy slowly dripped away.
“I’m not gonna cut into Y/n.” Helga shook her head.
“Do it or I will the one cutting into you.” He was totaly panicking, that was for sure.
“What if I cut into him?”
“Get him out Helga, we are losing her.” Ivar threatened.
“I will do it.” Someone said with a steady tone. You opended your eyes a little only to see Lagertha walking in, confident and practical. Ivar looked at her, not sure what he had to do. “If I don’t she will die.” Lagertha asked him for permission, he nodded before he turned to you again. He laid his hands against your cheeks, looking for eye contact.
“You can’t give up now Y/n, please, don’t leave, don’t leave me.” He begged with tears in his eyes you never saw before. You wanted to respond but their was nothing left for you. Lagertha started to cut and the pain and bloodloss of that maked you lose consciousness.

Did you go to Valhalla if you failed to deliver your child? The seer saw you dying loneliness but this was not that. You constanly heard prayers, people talking to you, stroking their fingers over your forehead, thought your hair.  You couldn’t move, your body slowly took his final ride, you hoped to Valhalla … you were sure you earned it. You fought many battles, this one was your last. You wished you just could open your eye one last time, to see the people you loved. You said it not enough, you were always so distant and hard, hardly showing any emotions and now … it was to late. You would die and you wouldn’t see you own son. If you had a last wish it would be that, see him, hold him, touch him. You heard the sounds of a sacrifice in your head, you weren’t even sure if it was real. But it was like the gods heard your last prayer to let you see your son. Only it was in a dream, the kind of dream you always wanted to have. You saw your son, he stood beside the chariot of Ivar with that same strongheaded look. Black hair, just like his father cut it. He was so young, full in battlegear, a sword in his belt. There was a full army on both sides of him. He looked up in the chariot, towards his father. “You ready?” Ivar asked his son amused. The boy nodded, looking towards the enemy while he tightened his grip on his shield. “Give the commando.” Ivar followed, proudly looking towards his son. The boy pulled his sword, ready for his first battle besides his father.
“SHIELD WALL!” He yelled and the full army put their shields in front. That was the dream the gods gave you before they pulled you back in that dark unsure world between dying and living.

When you forced you eyes open you couldn’t see much exept for a ceiling. Their was some wet fabric on you head and you felled some tinglings in your fingers and toes. You felt heavy, heavy and tired. For a moment you didn’t knew where you were, was this Valhalla? It had a lot in comment with the house you had in Kattegat. To your suprice your head turned, looking for some grip on the reality. Their was a bowl with water, some herbs and dried fabrics with blood, your blood. You turned your head slowly to the left only to see Ivar, sleeping in a chair. His legs bound in front of him. He looked so peacefull, so not full of anger like usual. But it wasn’t seeing him again that started tears rolling down your face, it was what rested on his chest, a small little baby. You always tried to imagine Ivar with a child, a baby even but the image was never completly right but this … He had his hand supportive under the little guy, both sleeping and both so peacefull. “Ivar.” Your voice was weak, sore and barly to hear. He didn’t react. You tried to move but it didn’t worked, you were still to weak. Your son maked a little noice, turning his head against his father before sleeping further. Ivar moved a little to, moving his head to the same direction in his sleep. The tears rolled over your cheeks, you were alive, the gods gave you a second change, they found it worty for you to see your son grow up.

You stared for a least what felt like hours before someone came in. It was Helga and when she saw your wet face and open eyes she immidiatly came to the bed. “It’s so good to finally see you awake.” You said tenderly.
“What,”
“You lost a lot of blood during childbirth, it almost killed you. Lagertha had to cut him out. Afterwards you had a fever, what is under control now.” She explained while feeling your head and cheeks. “Do you want me to wake them?” She asked with a look towards Ivar and your son, you nodded slowly. Helga stood up and turned towards Ivar. “Ivar.” She shook his shoulder carefully.
“It’s not because I’m holding a baby that I’m not be able to kill.” He murmured. You wanted to laugh because of what he said but you couldn’t, you were still crying over the fact that you were alive.
“Y/n is awake.” Helga smiled. You saw Ivar his eyes fly open, his gaze directly towards you.
“Take over.” He wispered without even looking toward Helga. She took the baby from his chest and he let his body fall to the ground before crawling to the bed. He pushed his body up and carefull laid a hand against you cheek. You closed your eyes, finding his hand with yours. “I never believed the gods would take you away from this world.” He wispered. His free hand stroked your hair and you almost felt asleep again. “Y/n?” You opened your eyes and looked back at him. “I love you, I never said it enough.” He followed.
“How do you feel Y/n?” Helga asked while she was rocking your son back to sleep.
“Tired.” You honestly answered.
“Then go back to sleep my love.”
“Don’t get all emotional over me Ivar.” You hardly had the strenght to speak but it brought you a smile for him.
“You gave uss a couple days to overthink our lives and get emotional over it.” He replied. You looked back to Helga and your son, Ivar took it as a sign and pulled his body on the bed, wraping his arms carefully around you to pull you a little up.
“Carefull Ivar.” Helga said. Your body rested against Ivar chest but despite the pain you didn’t protest.
“Give him back.” He demanded Helga with a tone you never heard him talking with. You frowned your eyebrows but fast loose the interest in that because of what was heading your way … your son. Helga laid him back in Ivar’s arms, he was so tender with his movements that the tears came back. You looked down at the baby, dark, almost black hair, soft skin, tiny fingers and those ocean blue eyes like his father. He was staring at you, concentrated almost. “Meet y/n, she is the strongest and fiercest woman of Kattegat and the world. Lucky for you son she’s also your mother.” Ivar introduced his son to you. The baby stared at you before his gaze felt on Ivar, you turned you head and met the loving smile on Ivar his lips.
“Already in love?” You asked with a small painfull grin.
“He is healthy Y/n, not a cripple like me and as beautifull as you.” Ivar said softly, both of you looking how your son his eyes felt shut. You laid a finger on his small hand and looked how he wrapped his little fingers around it. You head rested against Ivar’s chest as you felt asleep as well.

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title: “Wildflower” (Dean Winchester imagine)

characters: sister/angel x castiel, reader x dean winchester, sam winchester.

word count: 1,291 words

warnings: fluff&stuff, swearing

(a/n): this is 100% inspired by an imagine i recently read, unfortunately i can’t for the life of me remember the title of it, let alone the author. if any of you guys figure it out, could you please let me know? thanks loves xxx

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His Human Mate - Part 4

So Frigga’s alive, and Odin’s a dick. I hope you guys like it! Send me any ideas that you have for continuing the story!

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It has been almost a year since you had been abducted by HYDRA and your courting with Loki was coming to an end. As per tradition, on the anniversary of your courting you are supposed to meet Loki’s father, well adopted father, and ask for him to bless your mating. This means that you have to go to Asgard, and of course Tony refuses to let you go alone.

“I don’t need you there, Tony! It’s a meeting between four people, and you aren’t one of them!”

Tony lets out a growl, “I won’t let you go through interdimensional travel with just Loki! Several of the Avengers are going. Thor promised to give us a tour of Asgard when you’re in your meeting”

Huffing you throw your hands into the air, “Fucking wolf, fucking team”

“Fine, you can come, as long as you don’t cause any problems, and you don’t embarrass me in front of my future in-laws.”

Tony grumbles, “Still don’t understand why you had to fall for a blood-sucker. Could have had anyone else, but you gotta choose the one guy with bigger daddy issues than me”

“I love him, Tones. I love him a lot, and I love the fact that you two get along, but he’s had time to get used to your humor. Odin is already an asshole, and he hates the fact that I’m human and my brother’s a wolf. According to Thor, Odin has been pushing women onto Loki every time the two go back to Asgard, and you’ve seen Sif, they have to be gorgeous, and Odin’s pissed that he keeps rejecting them.”

Another growl leaves Tony, “You really don’t need his approval, you can just get mated with Steve’s approval, he’s the pack leader. You don’t need to go begging to Odin”

You rub your face and sigh, “I already have Steve’s approval. Loki’s still a Prince, and the prince needs the kings’ approval to mate according to Asgardian tradition.”

Tony walks over to you and pulls you into a hug, “He’ll love you once he meets you. When he see’s how much Loki and you love each other, he won’t have any choice but to bless your mating, or risk losing his son again”

You sniffle and cling to your bother, “I’m so scared, Tony. What is they hate me? What if Loki realizes that I’m not worth it? What if Odin refused to let us be together?!”

“Now you listen to me, you are a Stark, and Starks are as strong as iron, remember?”

You straighten you back and wipe away your tears, “Starks always fight for what they want”

“That’s right, Y/N. So, are you just gonna let Odin rule your life, or are you gonna fight for Reindeer Games?”

You roll your eyes and give Tony a playful shove, “You’re such an asshole!”

“But I got you to smile!”

Rolling your eyes you throw a pillow at Tony, “Go away so I can finish packing”

“Fine! Fine! But we leave in an hour, so be ready by then”

“I will!!”

When you finally walk out of Heimdall’s dome, because everyone but Thor and Loki ended up almost getting sick, you are speechless. You quickly head to the group of horses and one of the guards standing there helps you up.

“It’s beautiful here!”

Loki chuckles and gets up on his black horse, which is, conveniently, right next to yours, “I suppose Asgard has its beauty, if you like gold, that is”

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, admiring how regal he looks in his armor and on his mount, “I actually prefer silver, but gold does have its beauty”

Thor’s booming laugh sounds behind you, “She truly is the perfect match for you, brother! Now come my friends, Mother and Father are awaiting our arrival”

“Don’t go too fast, Thor. Some people haven’t ridden horses as much as you have” Steve calls out.

You just smirk and lock eyes with both Loki and Tony, “Race you!”

With a final laugh, you spur your horse on. You can hear Tony and Loki take off after you. It feels like you’re flying, somehow Asgardian horses are faster than the horse you’re used to. You let out an indignant shout when Loki’s horse passes yours and he beats you to the finish line.

Loki laughs when he catches you pouting over your loss, “Come on, dove. You put up a valiant fight, however my steed is the fastest in Asgard, there was no way you were going to beat me” He brings himself closer and pulls you into a gentle kiss.

The others catch up after a few minutes and you three rejoin the group to head to the castle. “Thor said that we’ll drop you and Loki off in the throne room, and he’ll give us a tour until you get out”

“Alright, Stevie. You know that you didn’t have to come, right? I hate to pull you away from everyone else for so long”

Steve chuckles, “I’m your pack leader, I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I won’t let one of my pack members go through this alone.”

“I really appreciate that”

Loki draws up beside you, “We’re here, dove. We’ll leave the horse with the stable hands. Mother and Odin are waiting for our arrival.”

You quickly dismount and hand over the reins. “Are you nervous, babe?”

“I believe that mother will love you. All she has ever wanted is mine and Thor’s happiness. It is Odin who has always wanted to arrange a marriage with one of the other worlds.”

“Well, maybe we can convince Odin that I’m good for you. We can say something about my influence on you, how I make you less crazy”

He chuckles and pulls you close, “I’d go insane without you, dove”

“I know, my prince, I know”

Walking into the great hall and up to Odin’s throne is probably one of the most terrifying thing that you have ever done.

“Don’t be afraid, love” Loki whispers

You smirk, “Don’t lose your temper “

He lets out a low chuckle and takes you hand, “I’ll do my best”

Once the two of you are finally in front of the throne, you curtsy and Loki dips his head in a slight bow. The woman stands up, gracefully descending the stairs, “My son, it is good to see you healthy”

“Hello mother” Loki’s eyes widen when she pulls him into a hug and you try to stifle your laughter, “I’d like to introduce you to my intended, Y/N. She is a warrior of Midgard and …”

“She is a human.” Odin’s voice booms out, echoing.

This time you speak up, “Yes I am “

Loki clears his throat, “I have come, as tradition dictates, to ask for you to bless our mating”

Odin sneers, “You expect me to allow one of the two princes of Asgard to become life-mates with a Midgardian female?”

“Husband …”

“No, Frigga. She is nothing but a blip on his timeline, nothing but a Midgardian whore intent on gaining access to Loki’s riches. Loki, the insane prince, there is no reason for her to want him other than to get his riches. No one would want a failure as their life mate for any other reason”

“You pompous asshole!”

Loki and Odin both snap their heads toward you, “Y/N don’t …”

“No, Loki. I will not be talked about and insulted when I am standing right here. I understand that he is concerned about my intentions toward you, I mean what parent isn’t? But seriously? A Midgardian whore? Listen Odin, Mr. All-Father, Mr. High and mighty, I don’t really care what you think about me, I don’t need your approval. I already have the approval of my pack leader and that’s all I need. I am here to satisfy your traditions. And you really think that you can just insult my mate and not have anyone say anything?” You scoff, “You really are the complete asshole that I thought you would be!”

“Y/N, dove, please …”

“Loki, darling, I don’t need his approval. I’m not from this world. I came here for you, but I won’t let him insult you. As you said, I’m a warrior, and I’ll protect you from any kind of threat, even a verbal one”

You turn defiant eyes back to Odin, whose entire face had gone red. “Throw her in the dungeon, in Loki’s cell”

Loki lets out a shout, but the guards are already dragging you away. “Locking me up won’t make you feel better!” You scream

“Odin!!” Frigga shouts, “Stop this madness, this instant! She is a warrior of Midgard, they will not stand for this! You will start another war!!”

“Put. Her. In. The. Dungeon. I am king, Frigga, and you will not challenge me” Odin snarls

You wriggle and snarl the entire way to the dungeon, getting a variety of bruises and cuts for your effort. “Let go of me! My pack will come for me!”

The guard chuckles and throws you onto a square platform, “Let them come. They will join you in your cell.”

Snarling again you lunge forward, but are stopped when a shimmering shield blocks your path. The guards laugh at your rage, and walk away. Limping to the back corner of the room you curl up in a tight ball, hoping that your friends will be able to get you out. Tony always said that your big mouth would get you locked up, it turns out he was right.

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A Fresh Start (part 1)

My long awaited Single Mom AU is here! Will be updated weekly on Tuesdays. I hope you guys enjoy ^^

Setting: Single Mom AU

Pairings: NaLu (Other major ships included.)

Summary: Lucy Heartfilia was a single mother of a three year old boy. Between her new job and raising her son by herself, she had no time for anything else, especially finding love. That is until Lucy finds herself having a crush on local firefighter Natsu Dragneel… who also happened to be her son’s soccer coach. Nothing awkward about this situation, right?

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“Kade! Where are you sweetheart?” Lucy called out for her three year old son. 

“Here Mommy!”

Lucy sighed in relief as she seen him come out of his now empty bedroom. She kneeled over to his height putting a hand on his light blonde hair. “The moving van is ready to leave sweetheart, are you ready to go to your new home?”

“Yeah! I can’t wait for daycare!” Kade said happily, his chocolate eyes sparkling.

Lucy smiled sadly at her son. He was three years old, but she couldn’t afford to put him in a daycare of any kind in this town due to her income. It’s just been him and her 24/7 since Kade was born. Its been a long three years… but things were finally starting to pick up. Lucy was offered a job at Sorcerer Weekly four hours away in Magnolia. With the money she’s saved up plus the very nice pay raise she was receiving she could finally afford to give her son everything he deserved, even if she couldn’t afford the things she wanted. Kade came before everything and anything, especially herself.

Her son was her whole world.

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Seven′s Late Gift [707 x Reader]

No spoilers.

Warnings: Fluff, flirting, one innuendo




JUMIN HAN, JAEHEE KANG, YOOSUNG★, 707, ZEN, (NAME)

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credit to zens-ponytail for this idea! jumin bringing his s/o to his home for the first time and his DAD JUST STARTS hitting on her?? and jumin sees and gets REALLY PISSY?????

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“Are you ready to go?”
You spun around to face Jumin, smiling softly. “Do I look okay?”
He gently took your hand and kissed it. “Must you ask? You look stunning as always”.
You giggled, intertwining your hand with his. “Good! This is my first official introduction with your dad, and I want to make a good impression”.
“Don’t worry too much. It’s impossible for anyone to dislike you”.
“You’re too kind. Let’s go~”

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Why was Randyll Tarly belittling Brienne's achievements? They are on the same side on the war and she was helping them by killing members of the Bloody Mummers.

Yes, but Randyll Tarly is a raving misogynist who would rather the Bloody Mummers kept on killing people than a woman stepped in to do something about them.

“I came to fight,” she insisted. “To be a knight.”

“The gods made men to fight, and women to bear children,” Randyll Tarly said. “A woman’s war is in the birthing bed.”

- Brienne III, AFFC

Git.

Anyway, Brienne’s achievements totally break Randyll’s brain, and he goes into denial mode.

“If it please my lord,” Ser Hyle said, “I watched her fight the Mummers. She is stronger than most men, and quick -”

“The sword is quick,” Tarly snapped. “That is the nature of Valyrian steel. Stronger than most men? Aye, she’s a freak of nature, far be it from me to deny it.”

- Brienne V, AFFC

What a tool.

He can’t accept Brienne’s a woman after that. Hell, he barely acknowledges she’s a person.

“Some men are blessed with sons, some with daughters. No man deserves to be cursed with such as you.”

- Brienne V, AFFC

Seriously, this man is awful. (And for more reasons than just this, as we see with his idea of “justice” in Brienne III, and the way he treated Sam.)

But back to the point. Recognising that Brienne did great in getting rid of the Mummers while somehow also being a woman at the same time would force Randyll to admit - and I know this is a truly shocking observation - that gender does not determine talent and skill. So he minimises the achievements and belittles her instead.

Inside the Brain of an Anti-Feminist Woman

So, idk if anyone else feels this way, but it seems there’s been a surge of anti-feminist women jumping on radfem posts and it struck home for me as a former anti-feminist woman myself. I thought maybe I’d share some insight on what might be going on inside their heads.

There are two basic rules to being an anti-feminist woman:

1. Male validation is EVERYTHING.

2. Other woman are trash, but you are special

How do you get to the first? Here’s a few ways:

* Be part of a patriarchal religion. Speaks for itself, really. Male gods dictating the world, blah blah blah

* Be part of a male dominated subculture. Maybe cultures are very male dominated but some subcultures are even more so. Think of the bible belt in the USA, or the military or hell, even Magick the Gathering.

* Have few women in ones life. Without the potential to be validated by other women, focus turns to men. 

* Insecurity that is alleviated through het sex. Self explanatory. We live in a culture where being found sexually attractive by males is the end-all be-all of ones purpose as a woman. 

For me it was a combination of moving hundreds of miles away from my home and working in an almost entirely male career field. I was 19 and I had no roots, no comfort zone to tether me, and fearful about often being the only woman at the workplace. I sought friendship and validation from the men around me. These men, by and large, were pretty damn sexist. To the point where one said he might divorce his wife if she didn’t have a son, and one got so upset by me saying I didn’t want children that he started yelling at me to get a full hysterectomy if I was really serious. Yeah. But I had no one else. 

When you’re subjected to that kind of environment it beats you down. So when a man says ‘wow, you did great!’ it’s as refreshing as a glass of cold water after a workout. You start to CRAVE that. You may or may not notice yourself altering your behavior to get it. Suddenly, men are ALWAYS right. You agree with everything they say. But remember, these are misogynistic men, so woman bashing is as common as clouds over Seattle. You constantly hear about how so and so is a whore, so and so cried rape, so and so has fake tits, etc. It’s terrifying knowing that the second you walk out of the room, they probably say the same things about you. You are constantly being judged. Yet disaster awaits you if you speak up about it. No more niceness, EVER. You will lose the one source of social comfort you have in your life. Enter rule two, and it’s various forms:

* You are cleaner than feminists. You shave your vulva and wash your vag with 11 different soaps.  Stubble is never allowed to grow on legs or underarms. Plucking is daily. 

* Other women are weak. Laughably weak. How dare they complain about any ‘miss soggy knees’, how overly sensitive. 

* Women are privileged over men (and men are allowed to talk about it whenever they want)

* If a woman gets a promotion, it’s because she’s a woman and a better man was passed over

* Women falsely accuse men of rape constantly

* Feminists just want more special privileges 

* Women are inherently horrible at their jobs

* If a woman is in a position of power, she slept her way to the top. 

The list goes on. 

What’s important is that you distinguish yourself from these ‘other girls’. YOU aren’t like this. YOU are special. Even on the odd chance you have a female coworker, you long to see her fail. You’ll look even better by comparison. You crave stories about these horrible other women and know that YOU are different. Special. Worthy of praise. You develop a very deep hatred of other women, and see them as horrid and untrustworthy. Therefore, pretty obvious it’s hard to form a bond with any of them. When you do strike up a friendship, it’s often based on how BOTH of you aren’t like the other girls, and includes a heaping pile of woman-bashing together as a bonding experience. Healthy, right? 

I loved seeing women fail. I loved knowing they were making me look better, and I loved brining up their failures with the men I talked to because we could bond over mocking them, and once again I’d be the ‘cool’ girl. 

With these rules firmly in place, you ignore a lot of things. You laugh along when they joke about raping you. You refuse to believe women the subject of any form of oppression in the west; any evidence you see is quickly looked away from. It’s by a woman anyway, so obviously it’s a bunch of crap. 

Sounds like a lost cause, huh? Well, I’m living proof that it isn’t, obviously. 

There is, always, a tiny part of you that is hurt. Hurt by the rape jokes, hurt by the rumors swirling around you, hurt by the fact that trying to get in your pants is a hobby among all the men, hurt by the constant reminding that you’re the weaker, shittier, sex. 

I moved from anti-feminism to closet libbiest of libfems. Heavily into burlesque and thought waxing my vulva was self-care but hey, I kept moving in the right direction. 

The anti-feminist women jumping on these posts remind me so much of how I used to be. Asshats though they are, don’t give up on them if you’re able.