the puzzle that put you to tears


(( OOC: Guys, you’re fucking beautiful. Your body is beautiful, your shape is beautiful, Your skin is beautiful, Your straight or curly hair is beautiful and so is the color, the clothes you wear are beautiful, the way you do or DON’T do your makeup is beautiful, Your brown/green/blue/yellow/purple/WHATEVER colored eyes are beautiful, your nose is beautiful, your smile is beautiful, YOU as a WHOLE are beautiful. 

And you know what else? Your personality is beautiful. You’re kindness is beautiful, your happiness is beautiful, the way you empathize with others is beautiful, the way you help those around you is beautiful, your goodness is beautiful. 

You’re talented. The way you dance, sing, draw, write, cook, sew, read, play sports, game, put together puzzles / problem solve, comprehend academic issues, understand other human beings, WHATEVER… talent is not limited to what is seen

Do not base your self love off of what the media tells you to love. 

Do not base your confidence on a few likes or comments on your social media. 

Do not compare your beauty to someone elses unless the purpose is to appreciate the beauty in our differences. 

Do not diminish your worth because someone tells you you’re not good enough.  

If we all allowed the negativity in the world to tear off the pieces of us that it didn’t like, the pieces that make us unique, the pieces that make us US, then we’d have nothing left. 

You are not a blank canvas to be altered by everyone with a paintbrush. You’re already a masterpiece… You are whole, you are beautiful and you are unique. Start believing it. )) 


Requested By: @purelyparker

hi there :-) i love your writing sm so i was wondering if you could write a tom holland imagine based off of the song “give me love” by ed sheeran where the reader breaks up with tom bc of his hectic acting schedule but they both aren’t taking the breakup very well (however THERES A HAPPY ENDING?? HOPEFULLY???) but that’s just an idea; it’s totally up to you to put your own spin on it or go in a different direction !! thank you SOSO much🤗💛

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Description: Tom had been traveling a lot lately, so much to the point you rarely saw him at all, sure you’d call and text occasionally, but that wasn’t enough, you supported his acting career 100%, but you couldn’t take it anymore.

Warnings: Kinda sad, slight mention of alcohol, but then happiness :)

Word Count: 2,661

A/N: This actually turned out a lot better than I thought it was going to tbh, so I hope you enjoy it :)) Also, this gif has nothing to do with the imagine, I just thought it was a cute gif of Tom, oops.

Originally posted by ridreyrholland

It had been two months since you last seen Tom, he was off filming for Spider-Man Homecoming, which you totally understood, it took dedication and time, but so did your relationship with him.

Normally when he went off and filmed movies you two were okay, you didn’t normally have issues and you’d still see him and talk almost everyday, but this time it was different.

Tom just disappeared, you’d get an occasional text here and there, sometimes a phone call, but that was it.

You were left in the dark, just like a fan was.

It’s not that you didn’t love his fans, you did with all your heart, they were half the reason you were still sane, since they seemed to have more knowledge about Tom than you did yourself, and you were the one dating him.

You spent those long two months trying to decide on what to do, on what you thought was right and necessary, or more so healthy.

You knew deep down this relationship with Tom was fading, it was becoming stressful and making you more and more upset as the days went by.

‘Cause lately I’ve been waking up alone,

Pain splattered teardrops on my shirt.

Every morning you’d wake up, in hope of a good morning text, literally anything to show that maybe, just maybe he remembered you, but there was never anything.

This crushed your heart, everyday.

Until one day you had enough, you didn’t want to do this, but it was for the best, it was the right decision, it was the smart decision, this relationship wasn’t healthy for you anymore.

You started packing your belongings from Tom’s apartment, tears streaming down your face as you packed up boxes of your belongings.

You dreaded leaving his clothes behind that you always wore, but you knew if you took them you’d never let him go, and you needed to, it was for the best you would tell yourself.

You took one last look around his apartment, the one you had been living in for the past year, all the memories you two had created there were slowly being erased.

You let out a choked sob as you picked up the few boxes you had, before closing and locking the apartment door, and off to your new tiny little apartment your parents had gotten you a while back.

It was a few hours away from Tom’s which was good in a small sense, but at the same time your mind was moving at warp speed, unable to process you were moving back into your old apartment.

You arrived at nightfall, pulling your belongings out of your car before entering your tiny living space, you always had the feeling of comfort and safety in your apartment.

Maybe tonight I’ll call ya,

Maybe I should let you go.

You set your boxes on the counter of your kitchen, pulling out your phone, shakily dialing in Tom’s number.

You pressed the phone to your ear hesitantly, hearing it ring a few times before someone picked up.

“Hello?” A voice rung through your apartment, making your knees go weak.

“Hey Tom..” You murmured into the phone, biting your lip nervously, a bad habit you had gotten.

“Oh, hey Y/N! What’s up?” He questioned casually, as if he had no clue in the world how distant he had been with you these past few months.

“I-I uhm..” You stuttered, your heart beating rapidly, as you nervously swallowed, which Tom could hear through the phone.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Tom questioned worriedly, making you blink back tears that were daring to fall down your cheeks.

“No.. Tom.. Things aren’t okay.. They haven’t been for a while..” You spoke, voice barely above a whisper, but Tom heard you clear as day, his heart starting to beat quicker.

“Y-Y/N, you’re starting to scare me, what’s going on?” He stammered, he was now sitting down at a table on set.

“Tom..” You started, wiping your hand across your cheeks, tears continuing to fall down them.

“Do you realize how long it’s been since we’ve talked?” You asked, sitting down on a stool in your kitchen, waiting for his answer.

Tom sat there for a minute, puzzled at your question, until he started to realize how he’d been acting, as if you didn’t even exist.

“Y/N, o-oh my god, I’m s-so sorry.” Tom apologized, his eyes wide as he started to put pieces together.

“Tom, just stop, please?” You whimpered out, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Y/N, p-please don’t do this..” Tom whispered, his voice cracking, he couldn’t bare lose you.

“Tom, this isn’t healthy, I can’t keep living like this..” You whispered, sniffling, your heart hurting the more you spoke.

“I can change, I can fix things, I-I promise..” Tom pleaded, tears starting to brim his eyes.

“Listen, I love you, but.. I-I can’t do this anymore.. I think.. W-We should b-break u-up..” You stuttered, your heart breaking into a million pieces as you spoke the most awful words.

“N-No, Y/N, p-please! N-No! I-I can’t l-lose you.” Tom cried out, tears now falling down his cheeks, but he didn’t even care anymore if anyone saw him.

“I-I’m so sorry..” You whispered, choking back sobs, as you heard Tom letting out his own.

“Y/N, d-don’t do this, p-please..” He continued to plead, only making it worse for the both of you.

“It’s for the best, I love you, goodbye Tom.” You whispered, hanging up before you could hear anymore of his plea’s.

You slowly slid down the stool, leaning back against your counter, letting out strangled sobs, your heart broken into small tiny fragments.

Tom on the other hand was staring at his phone, unable to process what had just happened.

His hands were shaking, tears were streaming down his red cheeks, his hair was a mess from running and tugging on it too many times.

“Hey Tom, we’re ready to shoot the next scene and, -oh, good lord what happened? Are you okay?” The producer asked, seeing Tom’s state wasn’t exactly stable at the current moment.

Tom just stared ahead of him, unable to produce words, all he could think about was you, and how he had let you down, made you feel like you were forgotten, not important to him, when you actually meant the entire world to him.

You were the reason he woke up every morning, the reason he was happy all the time, the reason he was as successful as he was, you were his light, but now you were gone, and now everything was dark.

“Tom, hey man, what’s going on?“ Jacob rushed over, after the producer told him how worried they were about his mental state.

"Buddy, it’s me, talk to me.” Jacob pleaded, looking over Tom and internally cringing at how much of a disaster he looked.

“Y-Y/n, she b-broke up with m-me.” Tom stammered out, looking up at his friend, who had a look of shock on his face.

“Dude, I’m so sorry. What happened?” Jacob asked carefully, not wanting Tom to have a emotional breakdown even worse.

“I became distant, without even realizing it, and it broke her.” Tom wiped his face, looking at the table sadly.

“You can win her back buddy, I know it.” Jacob tried to convince him, anything to make him lighten up just the tiniest bit.

“I really blew it Jacob, you should of heard her, she sounded so broken, and a-alone and it’s all m-my fault! I made the only person I loved leave me all because I was too much of an idiot.” Tom spoke furiously, hitting the table, startling Jacob.

“Alright, you know what lets just take a break today, you can chill and do what you need to, and we can figure this all out.” Jacob suggested, as Tom nodded slightly, before Jacob went to the producer, who agreed it was a good idea.

Two days passed and you were a total mess, you refused to leave your apartment, your friends tried calling and texting you, but you just ignored them, wanting to be alone.

You just laid in your bed, the curtains closed, a candle lit on your kitchen counter, making your apartment smell like crisp fall air.

‘Cause lately I’ve been craving more,

And it’s been a while, but I still feel the same,

After my blood turns into alcohol,

All I want is the taste that your lips allow.

Without Tom you didn’t know what to do with your life, he was such a huge part of you and now he was missing, a chunk of you was missing and you were lost.

You tried drinking, to numb the pain, but nothing worked, it just made you even more miserable than before.

You needed him.

And he needed you.

The producer had allowed Tom and Jacob to return back home for a few days to figure things out, once he got to his apartment he had expected you to still be there, but once he entered he noticed that none of your belongings were there anymore, and the shirts you once wore were folded on his bed.

In that moment he felt his heart drop, you really had left.

“Dude, where could she be?” Jacob questioned, as they set their belongings in his apartment.

“She returned back to her old one, she used to live there until she moved in with me.” Tom replied, grabbing his keys as they both headed out the door again.

They drove the few hours to your apartment, Tom was a nervous wreck, he wasn’t sure how you’d react to seeing him after all this time.

“Okay buddy, you got this, I’ll wait in the car.” Jacob gave a small smile, along with a thumbs up as Tom got out and walked up to your apartment door, hesitantly knocking.

When you didn’t answer he got nervous, but he saw your car parked in the driveway so he knew you were home.

This made him worry, he quickly fidgeted to find the spare key you had given him, he swiftly unlocked the door, noticing the darkness of the apartment, and the intense smell of alcohol and a fall scented candle.

“Y/N? Y/N where are you?” Tom shouted, before seeing you laying in your bed, staring blankly into space.

“Shit, Y/N.” Tom rushed over, pulling you into his arms tightly, kissing your head.

“T-Tom?” You mumbled out, blinking rapidly before realizing he wasn’t a figment of your imagination, that you weren’t actually hallucinating him.

“Yes, it’s me.” He whispered, now holding your face in his hands gently.

“It’s really you.” You whispered, tears slipping down your face, you couldn’t believe he came to see you.

“It’s really me babe, I’m so so sorry, for everything.” Tom whispered, caressing your cheek gently with his thumb.

“I missed you.” You whimpered, moving your face more into his hand, while placing your hands on his.

“I missed you too darling, I promise that’ll never happen again.” He kissed your forehead, causing you to close your eyes.

“Please, give me another chance.” He pleaded, making you lock eyes with him, before a small smile appeared on your lips as you gave a slight nod.

Tom’s eyes lit up, his heart racing before his lips met yours, the kiss passionate and full of pent up emotions.

“I love you so much, even when you’re an asshole sometimes.” You laughed slightly, your forehead pressed against his.

“I love you too darling, and I know I can be, but that’s why I have someone like you to keep me in place.” He chuckled, kissing your nose before wrapping his arms around you once again.

You both laid there for a bit, catching up, laughing, smiling, kissing, more talking, more kissing.

You knew you always loved this apartment of yours, because no matter what you always felt safe, and now you realized one of those reasons was because of Tom, he made you feel safe, he made you feel at home, because he was your home.

And always would be, no matter what.

You smiled at Tom who was watching you in amusement, before his phone started ringing.

“Hello?” Tom answered, before a smile formed on his face and laughter escaped his lips.

“Yes Jacob, you can come up now.” Tom laughed, making your eyes widen and laugh along with him.

“You didn’t tell me Jacob was here! Jacob I’m coming!” You shouted, sprinting off the bed and running down the hallway.

“But babe, what about me!” Tom shouted after you, a playful grin on his face as he watched you sprint down the hallway.

“Are you kidding? Jacob all the way!” You teased, a playful smile on your face as you tackled Jacob in a hug, making him loose his balance.

“Nooooo! My smoothie!”

ivyadalyn  asked:

Would you be willing to do a scenario where BTS was stressed about work and starts picking at little things about the reader and complains to the other members about it not knowing reader overheard them and she tries to fix the things they complained about without letting them know she heard and how they react when they find out?

Of course:)


He’d automatically feel extremely guilty and would apologize profusely about putting you through so much self doubt. He’d know there was nothing he could do to take back what he had said in a moment of weakness. He’d make it up to you by trying to force you to tell him things about himself that you didnt like but when you couldn’t he’d just start listing off things he didnt like about himself. 


He’d get angry for a few reasons when he finally noticed your actions. One, that you were eaves dropping, even though he was the one who asked you to come. Two, he’d be mad that you took him seriously. But at the same time he would feel sad that you felt like you had to act upon these things. He’d take your face in his hands and kiss you delicately as you cried silent tears while mumbling how perfect you were, flaws and all. 


When it came up in conversation with the other members that you had heard what he said a few weeks later and he started to put the puzzle together he’d frantically rush back to your apartment to pace back and fourth until you came home from work. The moment you unlocked the door he was walking over to you and pulling you into his chest so he could kiss you heavily. When you pulled out of the kiss and asked him what that was for with what he no realized were sad eyes he’d just apologize, begging you to stay just the way you are. 


He felt bad as soon as he said it and for the next few weeks he couldn’t help but get sad knowing that he put of there that you something less then you were. When he caught on the little things that you began to change he’d ask you why you were doing it and when you told him you had heard what he said he’d sigh deeply before pulling you into a hug. He’d cup your face and look down to your watery eyes and place a long kiss on your forehead before telling you that he didnt deserve you and that you shouldn’t have to change. ‘I love you for a reason. Im not lying about that. Please, don’t change.’


He’d feel so bad once he caught on to what you were doing that he’d try to remove himself from your life slowly, not because he didnt love you but because you deserved someone better who wouldn’t say those things and make you feel  like you have to chance. When you called him out on it he’d tell you exactly that and when you smiled sweetly making his heart lurch he’d allow you to wrap your arms around his neck. ‘You know, I really hate it when you leave the dishes in the sink.’ You’d tell him making him chuckle weakly before leaving to the kitchen.


All laughter and joking around with you would be put to a halt. He’d worry so much that you took the things he said the other day to seriously and even though you had there was no amount of ‘Tae, really, its okay.’ that could make him feel any better. He’d make sure you knew that he loved you no matter what and when you nodded your head and poked his cheek to try and get him to lighten up he’d just grab your hand and kiss it repeatedly until you forced him to stop. 


He’d known the moment he said it that his words would come around to bite him in the ass but he never expected you to start changing the things he had said. When he caught you staring at one of the things he complained about with a single tear running down your cheek he’d instantly scoop you up and tell you to stop, apologizing for ever making you feel less than perfect. 


I am going to play around with this sandbox for Dad!Harold for a while and potentially write a series around this! Let me know if you’d be interested :)

3 minutes had never felt this long in your entire life.

You paced up and down the hallway, checking the timer on your phone with every other step you took. The floating feeling of adrenaline pumping through your system was enough to make you feel a little lightheaded, but you kept walking.

Harry went out on an errand quickly that morning, and you had decided it would be the perfect time to answer the nagging question in your head – were you pregnant?

Having kids was something that had come up in your daily conversations with Harry: he was quite literally obsessed. Sometimes you’d find him staring a few seconds longer at the kids’ clothing sections in stores, or looking up baby names on his phone. It was no secret that he was in love with the idea of someday having a family.

And as sick as you felt this morning, you were sure that day might be today.

The timer rang in your hand and you suddenly found it hard to move. All anticipation and excitement from beforehand was stuck in your throat, and you became nervous. Taking in a deep breath, you exhaled and marched off to the door.

The test sat right where you’d left it on the counter, right on top of the box it had come in. It looked a lot less intimidating when you’d first opened it up.

You reached out to pick it up, bracing yourself as if it was going to shock you when you picked it up. You had to reason with yourself before you turn it over to reveal the results.

“It’ll be okay either way,” you talked yourself up, “If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen.”

You could feel your heart in your throat, it was beating so fast. Although you really wanted to be okay with either outcome, you were hoping that it was positive.

Instinctively, your hand found its way to the top of your belly, not showing any signs of difference from the last time you’d looked in the mirror.

Flipping the test over in your hand, your eyes widened. Your heart was truly beating out of your chest. Tears formed in your eyes, making the two faint lines a little harder to see.

But they were there.

The test shook in your hands, the lightheadedness from earlier not having gone away yet. You backed up to the wall and let your legs slowly buckle as your slid to the floor. You couldn’t stop smiling as the tears continued to streak down your face.

You heard the front door slam shut and Harry call out to you from the entryway.

“Yeah?” you squeaked, voice cracking.

His footsteps grew faster at the sound of you crying and he soon peeked his head around the door frame. Confused, he looked back and forth, then finally down at you on the ground.

“Y/n?” he sounded worried, “Is something wrong?”

A laugh leapt from your mouth as you wiped your cheeks and handed the test in your hand up to him. The confused expression stayed put on his face as he processed what exactly you’d handed him. Slowly, his face changed as he brought the plastic stick closer to his face, from puzzled, to shock, and then finally to joy. You were nodding even before he could ask you, “Is this real?”

“M’gonna be a dad?” he whispered, tears beginning to glint in his own eyes.

You kept nodding, words stuck in your throat and kept caged by the emotion in your chest.

Harry reached out toward you, helping you up off of the cool tile ground and embraced you in a hug. He squeezed you tightly, taking the breath right from you.

“Careful,” you said with a breathy laugh and he just as quickly let you go.

Harry’s hand flew to your stomach right above your belly button, smile etched into his face.

“M’gonna be a dad,” he stated again and again to himself, growing louder each time, “You’re gonna be a mum.”

The tears hadn’t let up from moments before, but they somehow started to fall from your eyes at a more intense rate than before.

“I’m gonna be a mum,” you nodded, the word feeling weird in your own mouth.

Harry stooped down and kissed your belly over your t-shirt, and then back up to kiss you. He let out a victorious yell, probably waking the neighbors on this lazy Saturday morning. You couldn’t help but laugh, as this was the most animated you’d seen Harry in quite some time.

“I’ve gotta ring my Mum, and Gemma,” he went on and on, not pausing for a single breath, “We’ve got so much to do, so much to prepare…”

“Harry,” you said quietly, trying to get his attention.

He didn’t hear you though, of course.

“—and then we’ve got to pick out a new crib, or maybe Mum has our old one at the house—.”


He turned his eyes back to you, cheeks flushed from excitement and a few tears still in his eyes, “Yeah, love?”

You turned to him and took his hands in yours, looking up at him through your eyelashes, “It’s too early, H,” you rubbed your thumb over his, “We’ve only just found out, it has to be a secret for a while.”

You swore you felt his heart drop, just a little bit.

“Secret,” he nodded slowly, “Right, s’too early, you’re right.”

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t talk about it,” you smiled up at him.

A grin spread back over his face, “Yeah?”

“Of course,” you began to lead him out of the small bathroom, “How do you like the name Rose for a girl?”

Live Life Golden Part 9

Jungkook x reader

Warnings: strong language

Words: 2789

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Walking Out- Steve Rogers

Wow look I’m writing again! Schools done and I’m officially out of high school! A lot more stuff coming out (fr this time). This is also part one, part two will include prompt 7.

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Request: 1,7 with Steve

Requests: Closed

Originally posted by imaginesofeveryfandom

It was meant to be your night. You and Steve were meant to have a night in tonight since he got home from the mission. At first, you thought maybe the team was late getting in from Austria, that they had something else to deal with before they came home.But 2 hours later, after texting Steve 3 times, and calling twice, you started to worry, so instead of calling him again, you texted Natasha, who sent back a message that puzzled you at first glance. 

Nat: We’ve been back for hours now. I thought he was going to you? 

You looked down at the phone, and then at the time, before calling Steve again, with no answer. Sighing, you put the dinner you made in the fridge, realizing no one was going to eat it anytime soon, and went to sit on the couch, staring at the blank television.

Finally deciding to distract yourself from the pain in your heart and the envelope on the table, you turned on the tv and mindlessly watched whatever was playing. Eventually, you fell asleep, wiping the silent tears off your face and hoping Steve would come home soon. 

Meanwhile, 45 minutes away, Steve sat alone on a bar stool, staring at the empty glass in front of him. After looking up at the bartender for the 5th time that night, he refilled the glass with whiskey, and downed it in seconds. 

In his head, the same voice echoed over an over again, and he couldn’t get it out. 

She’s going to end up just like them, dead and gone. 

The mission he had just gone on, was tearing him apart inside. New HYDRA bases called for everyone to come in, and this one was no different. It was his job to clear out the C-Wing with Natasha, where there were said to be several guards, weapons and files. Everything went as planned until he got through the sealed C-Wing door, when everything went crumbling. As soon as he got in there, he wasn’t just faced with a guard, he was faced with his worst nightmares. 

He was forced to remember his mom, more specifically, his mom’s death. He was forced to remember Peggy, how he left her, how they never had their first dance. Forced to remember Bucky, how he didn’t save him, what Bucky was forced to go through with HYDRA. Forced to remember all those he couldn’t save. And then he mentioned you. 

For the first time in years, he was angry enough that he killed the guard with his bare hands.

He snapped out of his mind for a minute, realizing hours had passed, and he saw he had several missed calls from your number. He knew he should have replied, he should be at home. But right now, he couldn’t face going home to you. 

So he sat there, downing glass after glass of hot whiskey, not caring what time it was when he ultimately decided he needed to go home and sleep. So he paid the bartender, leaving a generous tip and started walking.

It was 2am when the keys rattled against the door, stirring you out of your slumber, and sighing when you realized he was finally home. You sat there, staring at your knees as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as you waited for Steve to finally walk through the door. 

When he finally stepped through, you could tell something was wrong. He smelt of alcohol and cigarettes, and he basically slammed the door shut as he came in. 

“Steve?” You asked, seeing him drop the keys into the jar and continue walking towards the bedroom. 

He didn’t say anything, the only thing you could hear was the closet door opening and closing. Then his footsteps slowly started coming back to the front room, where he went right into the kitchen, and started looking through the fridge. 

“Is there any dinner?” He asked.

You were taken back to say the least. He completely ignores you after being on a mission for 3 days, and the first thing he mentions is food.

“Yeah, but Steve, why didn’t you pick up my calls? Or any of my messages?” You asked.

He ignored you again, and by now, you were more infuriated.

“Jesus, Steve… Are you going to say anything other than ‘is there dinner?’ to me? I’ve been waiting hours for you to come home and-”

“I don’t care, (Y/N)! I really don’t care right now, being here is the last thing on my mind!” He yelled. 

That’s when you completely lost it.

“God! Steve, I know you have work! I know you have priorities, and there are certain things you need to get done! I have understood that from day one! For 3 years, I’ve sat here, understanding that there are some things that will come before me! I’ve accepted that for years! But the one night I want you to come home and stay with me, you leave! You don’t pick up your phone- I-I don’t know if you’re dead, if you’re hurt, I’m sitting here worrying, and I find out you’re at a bar drinking! I leave messages asking you to come home, but you ignore me! And you don’t care right now, but I can’t put up with this right now! I can’t come home knowing that you don’t care because I need you!”

It was silent for what felt like forever, but as the seconds ticked by and he said nothing, he just stared down at his feet, before rubbing his hands over his face and refusing to look at you. That’s when you finally had enough. 

“I’m done, Steve.” You rose up, trying to keep the tears that were fighting to come out as you walked out.

“(Y/N)… Please don’t leave me.” He whispered, reaching for you as you moved away from his grasp, and towards the door.  

As much as it was breaking your heart, you grabbed your keys, bag, and shoes before you left. 

“I can’t… I can’t do this Steve… not right now… Find me when the Steve I fell in love with comes back.” You slammed the door, and he just stood there watching. 

It took him a long time to process what had happened. Standing there, replaying the moment the love of his life walked out, all because he couldn’t separate work from home. 

He stood there for what felt like hours, before he turned to the living room where the baby blue envelope laid on the coffee table. Curious, he picked it up, and saw your distinct writing on the back, neatly spelling out his name. Without thinking, he opened the envelope, seeing a small slip of paper fall out. Picking it up, he was once again left completely speechless. 

On the card was neatly scrawled writing, the message making him tear up before he fell to his knees, trying to stifle his sobs as he looked at the image and the message again. 

You’re going to be a great father.

I love you, Steve. 

Without reading the rest of the card, he looked back at the ultrasound, the small outline of red ink made by the doctor around the small bean shape on the image. Everything fell apart at that moment. He had driven away the one person he had left, and his unborn child.

1,000 Piece Puzzle (Connor Murphy x reader imagine)

A/N: Hello beautiful humans! My first request complete! Yay! Also, I feel like I want to make this a series of experiences that Connor and the reader will go through with the pregnancy. Spoilers oops. Also, I’m going to post some headcanons tonight. Have a wonderful day!- Ella
Requested: Yes!
Words: 1415
Warnings: some swearing and this is a teen pregnancy one.

You always wanted to have kids, but not now, not even close to now. You pictured yourself married, in your late 20’s or 30’s, with a house that had picket fences and a minivan ready and prepped. This is not where you thought you would be, 17, sitting on the bathroom floor of a Walgreens, with a positive pregnancy test and crying your eyes out. It could be seen as ironic since you were crying like a baby because you found out you were carrying one, but you couldn’t manage to find any irony in this situation. Denial seemed like the best action, so you told yourself the test was wrong. You bargained with yourself, you would go to the local clinic to have them test it, find out that you aren’t pregnant and never mention any of this to anyone, especially Connor. This plan seemed foolproof.

You and Connor had been joined at the hip since you started dating over a year ago. To others he might have seemed closed off and cruel, but they never took the time to know him. You denied that he changed around you into someone better, in reality he was just his true self without all of the guards that he put up. This didn’t mean that he didn’t get angry or close down, but you knew why he did and he knew that you wouldn’t judge his reasons. Trust was beyond important in your relationship. You trusted him with your life and he trusted you with his. The love and trust you had didn’t mean that you weren’t terrified of telling him because in truth you were beyond terrified.
You went to the appointment and to your fear you were pregnant. The doctor took her time with you and handed you pamphlet after pamphlet with every option you had. You thanked her and told her you would come back in later that week when you had your head on straight and could actually focus.

You had been ignoring Connor’s texts and phone calls all afternoon. Sure you felt bad, but you felt worse knowing that you would have to tell him. What would he say? What would he do? Would he run? Or get angry? A million different variations of these questions invaded your mind. You knew what you would do, deep down you knew, but what Connor would do seemed like a mystery that could only be solved by talking to him.
You knew that after ignoring Connor for a few hours he would be sulking in his room or yours. You decided to start at his house since it was closer to you. You used the key under the planter and walked up to the room you knew so well.
“Hey Connor,” you said softly as you pushed the door closed behind you. Connor immediately sat up.
“Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been going crazy not knowing where you are,” he spoke. His words might have seemed angry but the worry on his face betrayed him.
“I had some stuff I had to deal with,” you replied, not even looking him in the eyes.
“Well that’s specific y/n.”
“I just need you to hold me for a minute before I talk about it.” Connor just nodded, frustration seeping into him, but he sensed that he would need to question later and just hold you in the moment. You climbed into his bed and rested your head on his chest feeling it rise and fall with every inhale and exhale he made. You needed to hold onto him for a few minutes before you confessed, in case he left. You needed a simple and happy memory of him. You told yourself that no matter the reaction you would have these memories and that not telling him wouldn’t make the situation disappear so you may as well admit it to him.
“I have something I need to tell you. It’s bad and it’s scary, I know that, but I still need to tell you,” you said while still laying on the bed with him. You felt his arms tighten around you and him take a large breath.
“I’m not breaking up with you,” with those words he let out a deep sigh, “but you might break up with me after I tell you this.” You took a second before responding, treasuring the moment and every moment you had with each other.
“I’m pregnant.”
“You sure?”
“Very sure”
“What do you want to do?”
“Keep it,” you finally sat up and looked at him with tears spilling out of your eyes. His face was blank and his hands let go of yours. He stood up carefully and left the room. You sat on his bed staring at the door he walked out of. He just stood up and left. You were scared of this, but it was Connor, he promised to always be there for you.
A few minutes later he walked back into the room and sat on the end of his bed. He clutched a worn out blanket with a balloon design covering it.
“If we’re keeping it,” he spoke softly, “It’ll need this blanket. I slept with it every night until I was 12. I used to believe it had good luck or some shit like that so our kid should have it.” Tears were now freely pouring out of your eyes.
“You aren’t mad?”
“Well I was part of the process so it wouldn’t be fair to get mad. Plus you’re carrying my baby so that would make me a fucking ass.” With that you grasped onto him for dear life while he put his arms around you again.
“I’m scared Connor.”
“I’m scared too y/n, but if we figured out that 1,000 piece puzzle together when the electricity went out we can do anything.”

With the appointment set up for later that week you and Connor decided not to tell anyone until you met with the doctor. When you entered the waiting room Connor found your hand and tightly held it until your name was called. The nurse took your vitals and information and gave you a gown to change into. You changed and sat on the exam table while Connor fiddled with your hands.
“When the appointments done I can paint your nails.”
“Only if I can paint yours.”
“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” At that moment the doctor opened the door. She introduced herself to Connor as Dr. Laurens and greeted you with a warm smile. Dr. Laurens then went over all your basic information. She figured that with your last period you were around 8 weeks along.
“Have you thought any more about your options? We will support you with any decision you make. If you choose to terminate we will be there with support, or if you choose to carry the baby we will also be able to give you all the prenatal care you need.”
“I’m keeping the baby. I support a women’s choice, but that’s not the right path for me,” you said nervously. Connor leaned over and kissed your temple.
“Won’t she need vitamins? I think I remember that my Aunt took them when she was pregnant.”
“She will actually need those and many more things, but that can seem overwhelming, so let’s do the ultrasound first. It usually makes it easier to take in all the things you need to do when you know what it’s for.” The doctor set everything up and started the ultrasound. She showed you where the baby’s heartbeat was and confirmed that you were between 8 to 10 weeks along. Half listening all you and Connor could do was watch the life that you had made. It was so small and so precious, and Connor already felt the intense need to protect you and your child.

You and Connor left the appointment with vitamins, appointments set up, lots of information, and an ultrasound of your already beautiful child. You sat in the car together and looked at the photo for 10 minutes before pulling out of parking lot. The love you both felt for the small growing child inside of you was so large that all both of you could do was place gentle hands on your stomach. You knew this would be a lot more complicated than a puzzle, but that didn’t matter the moment you saw the baby you created together.

Soulmate au

Summary: You hadn’t met your soulmate and the day you finally saw the colors, you were so excited. Although the one person who you thought was your soulmate didn’t quite turn out to be, but you did find them in the end.

Requested: Nope

Word count: 2076

Warnings: none



You woke in the morning, hoping that you would meet your soulmate today. You pushed the thought into the back of your head. You started a new job today, nerves running through your body. You just got hired to work on the set of a new movie. Your boss hadn’t told you which movie yet.

Starting your morning routine, your best friend stopped you in your shared kitchen. ‘You hoping to meet the one today?” A groan fell from your lips, your eyes rolling. She asked you this question every day. She teased you, saying that you didn’t put yourself out there enough.

“You know Charlotte, not everyone has the kind of luck like you. Not everyone has their high school sweetheart as their soulmate. Plus, I need to get ready to leave; I start on a new movie set today.” You left the kitchen and walked towards your bedroom. 

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inspired by this and @baneftglitter

“Come on, there is no heterosexual explanation for this!”

Jace is looking at Simon rather than his phone, having seen the clip of Poe biting his lip while looking at Finn about fifty times. Although maybe the fact that Simon’s smile is like the sun has something to do with it. Maybe.

They’re standing outside the club, having stepped out when Simon said he was feeling light-headed, even though he had only had two drinks prior to that. Jace thinks it’s just because Simon was nervous. He had only recently come out as pansexual and wanted to go to a gay bar, and somehow, Jace was the only person who could go out tonight.

But, given Izzy’s smirk as he left the apartment he shared with her and Alec earlier, Jace thinks their little group planned this. Hell, he’s almost certain, since both Izzy and Alec know about his crush on Simon, and were both on the receiving end of the good old let’s make plans but only have you two show up play before Izzy asked out Clary and Alec started dating Magnus.

“You do not bite your lip like that at a friend,” Simon continues on, eyes still on his phone. “Or have that look in your eye.”

“Maybe he just has a flirty personality,” Jace says. “Doesn’t mean he likes him.”

The look Simon gives him is so seriously disbelieving that Jace can’t help put laugh.

“You are blind to attraction, Jace Lightwood,” Simon mumbles. “Blind! You wouldn’t recognize someone wanting to tear a jacket off of you if it happened right in front of you.”

“How would I even have a chance to recognize it if it wasn’t happening right in front of me?”

Simon looks adorably puzzled for a few moments before Jace breathes out a laugh and speaks again.

“Come on, show me then. What does that look look like?”

Simon scoffs. “Like how I always look at you.”

Jace feels his heart start racing and his eyes widen, just as Simon slaps his hand across his mouth, looking at Jace with a comical horror in his eyes.

“Well then,” Jace starts, hating how his voice almost cracks. He’s never nervous when admitting to liking someone, but then again, he’s never really liked someone like he does Simon. His eyes don’t leave Simon’s as he decides it’s now or never. “You’re just as blind. Because I always look at you like that, too.”

In the minute of silence that settles between them, Jace swears his heart will burst out of his chest and just as he’s debating making a run for it, Simon’s hands fly up to Jace’s neck and then their lips are pressed together.

Simon’s lips are so warm and soft, his hands on Jace’s neck the only thing grounding him as he loses himself in the kiss, lets it wash over his entire body. And when they part, Simon bites his lip as he looks at Jace, causing him to laugh.

“Okay, yeah, no heterosexual explanation, Stormpilot is real and all that.”

Simon grins at him before placing a kiss to Jace’s cheek, a beautiful blush painting his face, bringing out Jace’s grin as well.

In honor of Atem, I wrote a little story about Yugi and his friends celebrating the Pharaoh’s birthday! 

(Note: Dub names used)

It was a warm, summer afternoon, sometime after their trip to Egypt. Yugi and his friends had gotten together for a very important event. It was Atem’s birthday. It was one of the few things Yugi got to ask about the Pharaoh’s past before his spirit moved on. He said it was the 19th of the third month of Harvesting season (Shemu). After some research, and talking to the Ishtars, Yugi found out it was on July 26. Atem might not have been around anymore, but everyone wanted to celebrate anyway.

Yugi, Joey, Tea, Tristan, Duke, Bakura, even Joey’s sister Serenity and Mai had gathered at Domino Park for this. Not a cloud in the sky, and a gentle breeze blowing. It was perfect. They sat a picnic table, happy to have some peace and quiet for once. Until someone opened his big mouth.

“Feels kinda weird, throwing a party when da birthday boy isn’t here,” Joey said in a slightly sarcastic tone.

“Joey!” Tea shouted, as she often did whenever he said something insensitive. But he wasn’t completely wrong. Everyone was happy to do this, but at the same time, a bit saddened. Atem had touched each of their lives, and they all missed him.

“Uh, Tea,” Bakura spoke, trying to changed the mood. “Didn’t you say you brought a cake?”

“I did,” she said, in a more cheerful voice. Tea opened a box, inside was a medium-sized, round cake with white frosting and a Millennium Puzzle design on it.

“You made this?” Duke asked. He was quite impressed. Joey and Tristan’s mouths were already watering.

“Well, Yugi helped decorate,” Tea confessed. The Puzzle was his idea. “It looks delicious,” Mai responded.

“What kind is it?” Joey demanded. “Chocolate? Buttercream? Strawberry?”

“Actually, it’s confetti,” Yugi answered. “It’s Atem’s favorite.” Everyone chuckled a bit, knowing such a serious guy loved such a childish flavor. But then again, they all did.

Yugi put a single candle on top of the cake and lit it. “What’s that for?” Tristan said quite puzzled. “It’s not like…” He didn’t finish. The mood became down again.

“I was thinking… We each take turns saying things we’re grateful for, about the Pharaoh, and then we all blow out the candle together,” Yugi sheepishly replied. They all smiled. It was a bit cheesy, but it sounded fun. There was a lot they wanted to say to him before he left.

“I’ll go first,” Tea started. “Atem, it was pretty startling to find out there were two Yugis, but I’m glad we met. You were always so brave and confident. And stubborn. But you would do everything you could to protect us. Thank you.”

“I’ll never forget what I learned from ya,” Joey continued. “You taught me what it was to be a true Duelist. To never give up. And I’m gonna get even stronger.”

“Our lives may not have been easy since you showed up, but they were full of adventures,” Tristan added. “I’ll never forget any of them.”

Bakura was next. “Even though I caused a lot of trouble for you and everyone, you still called me your friend. I’m very grateful for that.”

“I’m a bit disappointed we never had our rematch, but you were always a good friend, Pharaoh,” said Mai. “Even when I wasn’t.”

“I still feel bad that I accused you of being a cheater when we first met. I’m really glad we became friends.”

“I didn’t really get a chance to know you, but you always helped my brother, and I’m very thankful for that,” Serenity joined in.

All that was left was Yugi. He took a deep breath. “Atem… I don’t even know where to start. Ever since I solved the Millennium Puzzle, I never felt alone. Even before I knew about you. You taught to believe in myself, and to have courage. I never thought I could be that way. I always wanted to be strong like you, but you told me I have my own kind of strength.

“You always told me I made my wish come true by myself. Even so, the Millennium Puzzle did grant my wish.” They all looked at Yugi. “I wished for friends with bonds strong enough to link our hearts together. And the Puzzle gave me you.” Yugi began to tear up. “You always looked out for me and kept me safe. You were someone I could look up to. I… I never could have gotten this far without you. Atem, you’re the greatest friend I’ve ever had. And I’ll never forget you. Never.”

Tea put her arms around Yugi. He dried his eyes. The two stared at each other for a bit until Yugi managed to compose himself. “Everyone ready?” he asked. They all nodded their heads. They all took deep breaths, and blew out the candle, hoping their words would reach their friend in the other world.

Almost immediately, Joey grabbed the knife and started cutting the cake. “Dibs on a big piece!” The others tried to stop him, arguing not to eat the whole thing. Yugi just watched, smiling at his friends’ antics. He turned his head towards the sky, watching the last of the smoke disappear.

“Happy Birthday Atem.”

In a land unaffected by time, in a palace in the desert, a young king stood outside on the balcony. Voices he knew began to resonate in his heart. Their words and feelings swept over him. Atem smiled, knowing he had not vanished from his friends’ memories. That they remembered this day.

A single tear rolled down his face. “Thank you, Yugi. Everyone.”


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Requested: Anonymous said: hey!!! Would you mind writing a namjoon imagine where he accidentally kills you because he’s clumsy and then you haunt him?? thanks ✨✨✨ 

Excerpt: ‘You could do what stereotypical ghosts are known for doing; you decided to haunt the shit out of him.’

Genre: angst, imagine

Length: 2.4k

Warnings: accidental death, swearing

A/N: so this isn’t actually scary cus i have to sleep at night

Originally posted by nelliel66

 Some things you can’t change, or run away from. You were a firm believer in fate and yet if this was yours why did it seem so pitiful?

You were surrounded by blinding light, your body screaming in agony as the light seemed to get brighter burning your eyes and then nothing; darkness. You opened your eyes to be greeted with the inside of a house, which seemed strangely familiar. The lights were all on and you could hear someone in the shower in the other room, the pattering of the water comforting in a way you couldn’t quite explain. In fact, you seemed unable to explain a lot of things like what you were even doing there or in the photo that rested on the mantelpiece; a framed photo of you and a boy mid-kiss.

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A Come-to-Alya Moment

Also on AO3.
This is the @miraculousfluffmonth  Aug 9 prompt, it’s you.

“Marinette,” Alya’s voice was firm, but tense as she approached her best friend at her locker.  "We need to talk.“

"Oh…”  Marinette felt her stomach drop, and a chill washed down her arms.  "Okay,“ she agreed meekly.  "Is this because I didn’t make it to our study session?”  

Alya wouldn’t quite meet her eyes as she shrugged.  "You could say that.“

Marinette winced, trying not to notice how many people were pausing to watch the drama.  "I’m really, really sorry.  I didn’t mean to miss it, but…”  She gulped.  She was so tired of lying to Alya.  "I just… couldn’t make it work,“ she finished lamely.  She’d missed so many of Alya’s planned and scheduled events.  She was certain she looked like a space cadet at best.

Alya shook her head, meeting the eyes of those who were staring.  "We’re not doing this here.  Let’s go to your place.”

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Because We Have You

Summary: Set during Boruto ep 23 after Sasuke enters the fight with Shin.(Anime compliant)

Sasuke hears Sakura before he can see her.

She cries out in pain, a contrast to the earth shattering display of power that had lead him here. Rage, blind rage, something he’s not felt for quite some boils to the surface and his Susanoo crashes through the cavern walls pining the Shin’s father roughly to the pillar.

He barely manages to dodge and in the process a good portion of his leg is sliced off. Sasuke takes a step forward to decapacitate him once and for all but when he hears Sarada exclaim his attention is quickly diverted to his wife who is breathing heavily and clearly wounded.

He brushes past his daughter bending down to assess his wife. His Sharingan analyses her wound immediately and his eyes focus on the blades that have embedded into her arm so deeply that they’ve severed almost all of her nerves leaving her arm unusable.

He hesitates for a moment before he pulls the blades out and his expression falters as Sakura who despite her best efforts to keep her face neutral winces.

He quickly pulls away, burning the blades away with his Amaterasu. He glances back at his wife, his Mangekyo spinning worriedly but he won’t insult Sakura, not in front of their daughter by fretting over her and making her seem any less stronger than she was.

Sakura had gotten over far worse than this and treating her like he’d done when they were genin by purposely shoving her out of every fight for the sake of her safety was highly demeaning for the talented and strong kunoichi she’d evolved into now.

He still needs reassurance though and he asks anyway,“You’ll be able to heal your self now, right?”

Sakura’s gaze softens and she smiles. While to their daughter it sounds cold and apathetic from Sasuke’s part Sakura is well aware of the restraint Sasuke is exercising. He’s trying to respect her best he can, to believe in her strength as a kunoichi and put it over his obvious concern.

“Thank you Anata.” She says softly focusing her healing jutsu to repair the damaged nerves and muscles.

Sarada looks at the entire exchange puzzled. Whilst there is nothing outwardly romantic about how her father stands a feet away from her mother as she heals herself there is something strangely personal about the whole thing.

Sasuke does his best not to let his concern show and when he hears Shin dragging himself across the cavern he instantly turns around tearing his gaze from his wife to the bastard that started the whole thing.

“You shouldn’t be able to move with your leg like that.” Sasuke comments unsheathing Kusanagi and walking towards Shin.

He probably would have cut the bastard into half, not just a small portion of his leg had he not been preoccupied about Sakura.

While Sasuke is no longer the cruel and hateful man he once was, hell bent on revenge, Sasuke has no love lost for the pretend Uchiha who has gone after all the people he cares about the most, starting by disgracing Itachi’s memory, impaling Naruto, attacking his daughter. The final straw was having the audacity to kidnap and injure his wife.

It doesn’t help that with the multiple Sharingans embedded him he looks distastefully similar to Danzo.

“We will interrogate you once we bring you back to the Leaf.”

If you’re alive till then.

In a flash one of the Shin clones, a son, puts himself inbetween Sasuke and his father.

“Move.” Sasuke says coldly,“I have no qualms with you.”

“No.” The boy says vehemently,“I shall protect my father.”

Dark anger and black rage once again surfaces within Sasuke. He was not going to let this go so easily and he raises the sword to remove the obstruction from his face.


Sarada’s desperate voice stops him short and he returns to himself as his blade stops inches from the sons throat.

For a brief moment he’s reminded of Sakura, a much younger version of her wrapping his arms around begging him to come back to himself.

Sasuke-kun, please stop it.

And then the pain hits him.

He doubles over as The father Shin withdraws the blade he’d used to impale Sasuke by passing it through his son.

“Sasuke-kun!” The anguish in Sakura’s voice is clear and he can hear her move forward towards him. She’s stopped short though by the multiple blades that angle towards her and Sarada eying them cautiously.

“The tables have turned.” Shin announces,“As expected you’re all weak.”

Sasuke winces bending down and Sakura’s eyes catch the movement as she worriedly calls out,“Anata!”

She steps forward but the blades impale the ground a few inches ahead of her blocking her path.

What do I Do?
How do I save you?
How do I save our daughter?

She conveys all of it through one word.

Sasuke straightens his back and while he doesn’t say anything or even look at her it’s enough for Sakura to understand his message.

Trust me.

Sakura instantly relaxes letting a small smile grace her lips.


She turns to Sarada who stares at the whole scene horror and hopelessness written on every inch of her face.

“This isn’t enough to bring down your father Sarada.” Sakura says confidently,“Trust us Sarada. We’ll protect you.”

While Sakura means every word she says Sasuke can hear the underlying message relayed to him through his wife’s words.

I’ll always trust you darling.
I’ve got your message.
Now tell me what to do.

He turns slightly, his Rinnegan flashing.

Understanding courses through Sakura and she immediately turns and runs away from Sarada. The blades all focus on her rushing towards her but she doesn’t falter and picks up speed trusting in her husband completely.

Wind rushes past her and the world blurs around her and suddenly she’s face to face with Shin her chakra laden fist finding it’s mark perfectly sending the bastard flying back.

Sakura falls to her knees her legs not being able to support her any longer but she none less the she raises her head and glares at Shin.

“Do not underestimate the power of a parent.” She manages to bite out venomously. The world tilts and Sakura collapses, the teleportation from the Rinnegan had taken it’s toll on her.

Sarada rushes to her mother’s side and Sasuke jerks up but is forced back down as his wound knocks the air out of him.

Sarada manages to help Sakura back up but she’s still too weak to stand while Sasuke finally manages to regain his balance instantly putting himself in between his family and the multiple army of Shin that arrives.

A revolt takes place in front of his eyes as Naruto finally makes his entrance. The Father shin is discarded without a care whilst the younger start their attack, overwhelming due to sheer number.

But the father isn’t to be forgotten about and the small creature with the teleportation jutsu appears starting to suck both the father  and Sakura along with it.

“Sarada!” He calls out. His voice cracks and this time he does nothing to hide his desperation. His wife is still weak and injured and he’s too far away to do anything.

He can’t, no, he won’t let her slip away again.

For a second he’s afraid that his daughter doesn’t understand but she’s already moving before he can contemplate further.

“I know.” She yells, I’ll protect Mama!

Her Sharingan activates and she dodges the attacks sent her way easily before sending chakra to her fist.

“SHANNARO!” She yells smashing the creature and cracking the ground around her.

And Sasuke can’t help but beam proudly.

All this while he’d been tip toeing around her afraid that she’d inevitibly turned out like him.The bitterness, the hate it was all to reminiscent about how he was a child and he was afraid that Sarada had grown up to become everything he’d tried so hard to leave behind him.

Whilst Sasuke’s hate had been directed towards his brother in Sarada’s case he was the perpetrator. He had his reasons for not contacting them of course, he didn’t trust himself enough to not come back abandoning his mission.

And because of his weakness, his inability to stay away from them unless he’d cut off all contact Sarada had grown up to become like him in the worst ways.

Or at least that’s what he’d thought.

Because now as Sarada stands with the Sharingan activated, the ground destroyed around her he can’t help but proudly think that while she’s his daughter she’s also undoubtedly her mother’s daughter, fierce, kind and unbelievably strong.

He couldn’t be prouder.

Sarada stares at her fist, there is no doubt in her mind who her mother is now that she’d displayed her Mama’s signature super strength but she’s surprised with how little the information means to her.

When Sakura comes and hugs her tightly, Sarada realises that her Mama would always be her Mama regardless of who gave birth to her.

But there was still one thing that nagged her. How could her father and mother who barely saw each other be so sure about how they felt about each other. How could they understand each other without a word and despite being apart for so long love each other unquestionably?

“How are you so sure that your feelings are connected with Mama?” Sarada asks Sasuke her eyes gazing at him searchingly.

Sasuke stares at his daughter a million answers racing through his head.

Sakura was his teammate, wife and the person he unconditionally trusted. While Naruto may have been his reason to come back to village Sakura had been his motivation to stay, to call it home again.

She’d given him hope and unconditonally loved him, something he had to spend several life times deserving but most of all Sakura had given him Sarada, a family again, something that he never thought he’d deserve to have again.

Looking at his daughter with her Sharingan reflecting the strong unbreabale resolve that could have only been her mothers Sasuke sees so much of himself in her as well his wife that the answer becomes all to clear to him.

“Because we have you, Sarada.”


I will be posting another part with how I imagine Sasuke’s stay in Konoha to be like in a while! I hope you like it please tell me what you think!

anonymous asked:

In your words, what does it mean to be a maenad?

To be a maenad is to be alive, to taste every breath on your tongue and recognize the taste of him. It’s movement, vibrant and holy, because you know the only true way to say his name is to dance it. Stomping out Δ ι ό ν υ σ ο ς with your feet, shaking BACCHUS in your hips. It’s looking at God and saying “Have me.” and “Change me”, because he will tear you out of yourself and put a maenad behind your eyes, if you let him. Self will lose her importance; you will become a movement, a dance, a holy cry, a piece of his puzzle, a vessel for praise. It’s trying your damnedest to become even the smallest mirror for Dionysos, even if you will never reflect all of him, not by miles and miles. It’s realizing you can never thank him well enough, but trying anyway. It’s an endeavor of holiness and purity, and by the same token, it is embracing your humanity. Feel every cell, every sharp pang of fear, overflowing of joy, quiver, panic, come. 
It’s catharsis, in every sense of the word, be it ancient or modern. It’s falling on your knees because you are so small in his presence. It’s standing on your feet because he has made you so fearsome. It’s drumbeats, screams, manic laughter, trust, adoration….what can I say, Anon? It’s something I’m still learning. It is the only way I ever want to be.

Royal Pains: The Announcement

This will be a multi chapter fic that takes place eight months into their marriage. It will take you through the incredible journey of Emma Swan and Killian Jones pregnancy. It will be full of love, tears, joy, and of course a little smut;) Should be updating soon!

Chapter 2 and  3!

Rated M

You can find more of my work on Ao3 and FF!

Her whole body hurt. It was like Emma couldn’t get a break. Dealing with the town, being the sheriff, and handling what ever crisis had arrived in between. Being ill was not going to work for her full time schedule. But per her family and Killian’s request she has been ordered to bed, and to stay there.

Of course she didn’t go down without a fight saying that David needed help at the station. David solved that problem. Emma’s now husband is acting deputy, helping out until Emma is back on her feet. Killian argued at first saying that he needed to be there at home to take care of her. It was sweet of him, but she wasn’t ten. She could take care of herself.

Emma did love how her father and Killian were getting along again. There had been some bad blood for a while, but it seemed to have worked itself out as she thought it would. It was even David’s idea to have Hook stay on as a permanent deputy, saying that had extra money in the budget to bring him on part time.

Emma hoped that she would only be gone for only a day or so, but it had been almost a week of this shit. She could barely keep any food down, her body ached, and her temperature was elevated for the majority of the day. And then, like night and day she was better. Just like that, like nothing happened. Emma was back to work and life went on as usual.

Her father and husband were on patrol while Emma and her mother were getting weeks worth of paperwork caught up. They were carrying on normal motherly daughter conversation. Talking about married life and how Henry was doing in school when Emma sensed a familiar feeling deep in her gut. She dropped the files in her hands and booked it to the bathroom, barely making it in time.

“Emma honey, are you alright?” Snow worried through the door.

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Life Saver (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: hey guys! So I mixed two requests and put it in one imagine because they were very similar. Anyways I hope you like it!
Warnings: none
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader hasn’t been to work for a few days so Spencer goes to her apartment and finds all the lights off and windows covered + reader has eye problems (ex. itchy watery eyes, sensitive to light)
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: Spencer and deaf!reader…
Spencer sat in the back of the cab, worried about you.
He hasn’t seen you in four days, which is out of the ordinary for you.
You loved working at the BAU, and you barely miss work.
Even if you’re sick, you find the motivation for going and seeing your wonderful coworkers.
Spencer arrived at your apartment and walked up the stairs rather quickly, anxious to see you and find out why you weren’t at work.
When he became face to face with your door, the worst thoughts ran through his mind.
What if you got kidnapped?
What if he was too late?
Spencer was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t even noticed he knocked.
“It’s open!” You yelled.
Spencer’s brow furrowed.
You were being so incautious, what if he was a stranger?
He slowly opened the door and walked in, immediately greeted with darkness.
“Y/N are you okay?” He asked as he shut the door.
He looked around your apartment, concerned and curious.
There were blankets pinned up across the windows and all of the lights were off.
“Yeah, I-I’m fine.” You said turning the corner and seeing him standing in the darkness.
As your eyes adjusted to the new room, you saw his hand on the light switch.
Before you could say anything, he flipped the switch and you let out a groan before covering your eyes.
“Spencer please turn it off.” You said.
You heard the switch flip again and you uncovered your eyes.
“I thought you were someone else, otherwise I wouldn’t have expected you.” You said as your eyes adjusted again.
“Sorry it’s just dark and I’m… I’m a little afraid of the dark.” He said trying to look around the very dim room. “Why are all of the lights off? Did you turn into a vampire over the past four days?” He asked with a small laugh.
“I’ve been having really bad headaches and I’m really really sensitive to light. I called Hotch the other day.” You said walking to your kitchen for my ibuprofen.
Spencer cursed to himself as you left into the other room.
He couldn’t see anything and to add to it he was deathly afraid of the dark.
“Really? I asked if you called and he said he hasn’t heard from you.” Spencer said, recalling the past few hours.
“Well I left a message, he didn’t pick up.” You said downing the pills and wiping the tears from your cheeks.
“Oh the answering machine has been broken since the day you disappeared.” He said, putting the puzzle pieces together, this whole thing making since now.
Even in the dim light, he could see your tear stained cheeks and he frowned.
“Did I say something?” He asked sympathetically.
“What? Spencer what could of you said to make me cry? My dumb eyes are just watery than hell.” You said rubbing them before sitting on the couch.
Spencer furrowed his brows. “Hell isn’t supposed to be watery at all…”
“Spencer you’re going to go missing forever if you this correcty smarty stuff with me. I feel like crap.” You said, whining the last part as you laid on the couch.
“I have shed more tears than Niagara Falls and it feels like my eyes are on fire, and to add to that I have a killer migraine and I just might pass out from the pain.” You said.
“Have you drank any tea? I used to get headaches all of the time and green tea helped me a lot. It also helps with sunburns, vomiting…”
“I’m gonna stop you right there.” You said holding your hand out as if it would make him stop.
“Where can I get this green tea you speak of?” You asked.
“I can go get you some. I just get it from Walmart.” He said.
“Yes go. Go do that.” You said shoeing him away.
“O-okay. I’ll be back soon.” He said before leaving, making sure he doesn’t open the door too much to let that much light in.
You laid on the couch and sure enough, Spencer was back in ten minutes’ tops.
“Spencer if this doesn’t work, I… I will sue you for false advertisement.” You said, realizing how weird that sounded but you didn’t give a crap.
Spencer warmed up water and prepared the tea with honey and milk.
“Here, it’s going to be hot but it should work.” He said kneeling in front of you.
You sipped the tea and when it was at a bearable temperature, you downed it quickly.
Sure enough, the headache started to go away and your eyes weren’t as itchy and annoying.
“Thank you Spencer. Sorry for being mean to you earlier, the migraine puts me in a bad mood.” You said realizing how you acted towards him earlier and he still helped you.
“Don’t worry, I’m used to it.” He said with a smile.
Your mouth dropped open as you grabbed his shoulder and shook him a little bit.
“Don’t say that, I’m not mean to you.” You said feeling guilty.
“I’m just messing with you.” He said with a devilish grin. “But your welcome.” He said before standing up.
“If you ever need me again just give me a call okay?” He said sweetly.
“Okay thanks again!” You said, happier than you have been in days.
After he left you made another cup and sipped on it so the migraine wouldn’t come back.
Silently, you thanked Spencer Reid for being your life saver.

anonymous asked:

Can i ask for some Jaehee wedding headcanons?

~Heck YESSSS!!!!! (k may have gone overboard im not sorry lol)


  • Wedding planner who?
  • She had handled everything for your special day
  • Extremely organized about everything
  • She had spent months and months planning every last detail down to hand picking which of the catering staff would work the reception
  • When the day finally came she had to be brought back into the room to get ready before it was too late, because she was spending all of the day at the sight making sure everything was being set up properly
  • She only left because Yoosung pulled her aside and told her he would make sure things were done properly (he had offered to help because he LOVES weddings and Jaehee agreed right away because Yoosung is a smart and hard worker)
  • Jumin donated an extravagant ice sculpture (after joking that it would be of a cat and freaking Jaehee out) of two doves with flowing ribbons and hearts it was beautiful
  • Truth be told, all of her work was distracting her from her nerves and when she looked in the mirror at herself in her wedding dress she felt like her legs were jello
  • She never thought she would meet someone she loved this much and in the back of her mind she hoped you wouldn’t get cold feet
  • Pacing in the room before the ceremony started
  • Her hands are shaking as she walks down the aisle and everyone’s eyes are on her
  • But inside she has that excited bubbly feeling that’s radiating from her stomach to her head
  • She’s gripping her bouquet tightly as she waits for you at the alter
  • Loses it when you appear
  • She’s got the biggest smile on her face and a few tears made trails down her cheeks
  • You both are smiling at each other and there’s electricity between the two of you as she watches you get closer and closer
  • You both are smiling and giggling and crying a bit together as you stand there facing each other
  • Everyone is clapping and cheering for the kiss!
  • You both hold hands and practically skip down the aisle together out of pure joy
  • Yoosung has done a wonderful job with the reception!!!
  • Thought Jaehee has noticed a few things out of place
  • And you can sense her slight frustration and squeeze her hand as you sit at the head table
    • “Everything is so beautiful. Thank you,” you smile and kiss her
  • The food is amazing!
  • She’s picked a perfect blend of what you both enjoy
  • She never took her eyes off of you as you danced your wedding dance, she smiled so wide and brushed your hair behind your ear and rested her head on your shoulder for a bit trying not to cry
  • Zen made a toast to you both and got emotional and started to tear up because he was just so damn happy for you
  • Since Jaehees father had passed she couldn’t do the father-daughter dance
  • She heard her favorite Zen musical song playing…
    • “I didn’t put this on the list for the DJ?” she looked at you puzzled
  • You just shrugged at her with a smirk
  • Then Zen appeared and held his hand out for her to dance
    • “May I have the honor of dancing with the beautiful bride?”
  • You nodded for them both to go!
  • Her cheeks were so red and you were clapping with a smile as Zen took the lead in dancing with her on her special day
  • Yoosung and Jumin both caught the bouquets
  • Saeyoung was pouting in the corner
    • “I only let Yoosung catch it because I didn’t wanna push him over…” he seethed
  • Even Jumin was dancing to the hip hop music when it played
  • The cake was gorgeous and delicious and HUGE
  • Saeyoung shoved cake in Yoosungs face
    • “Revennnggeeeee!” he screamed and took pictures while laughing
  • You both had a LOT of wine
  • (another donation from jumin)
  • ((okay Jumin donated a lot because he tried to act low-key but he was SO HAPPY FOR YOU BOTH and just wanted to make it all special for you))
  • When the evening was winding down you were called outside
  • After a moment of wondering what was going on you saw fireworks
    • Congrats on your eternal love, Jaehee and MC♡~! -spelled out in the sky
  • You both were shocked
    • Who…?” Jaehee looked at you bewildered
  • Saeyoung appeared from behind you both and pulled you into a hug
    • “Congrats, you two,” he smiled
  • Jaehee lay on you with her eyes closed in the limo as Driver Kim took you to your hotel
  • Your fingers were intertwined together as you rode in silence
    • “I love you so much,” she said.
    • “I love you more,” you kissed her forehead
  • She nuzzled closer to you
    • “I’m so happy.”
Truth Hurts//Isaac Lahey

(A/N): Isaac returns to reader after over a year, expecting that their relationship would remain the same. However, things in Beacon Hills could not be more different when he finds out that reader has taken interest in someone else.

Warnings: Sad puppy Isaac, possible broken heart

Wow, I can’t believe that Teen Wolf is actually coming to an end. In an attempt to cope with this realisation, I give you this…

Isaac’s POV

I’m home. Finally. After over a year without contacting or hearing anything from this town, I’m back.

The hardest thing was being away from my girl. I missed everything about her; her laugh, her voice, her touch, her lame jokes that always make me smile, everything. Now my hands are trembling in excitement just to hear her angelic voice. When I close my eyes, I can see her beautiful smile that lights up all her features as her bright laugh filling my ears like music. Her voice humming “I love you” so sweetly. I nearly say “I love you too” in return to the imaginary (Y/N).

While she is still out, I sneak into her house as I have done so many times before. I’ve told her time after time that hiding the key under the creepy garden gnome was the worst idea. I calmly wait on the couch, rapidly tapping my fingers against my jeans as if that would make time go any faster. I bite my lip.

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Random HC #23 (Continuation of #4 - #22)


The night is long over and has made room for a new morning. That’s the first thing, Sportacus realizes, when he opens his eyes with a small yawn. The next fact, catching his attention is that it though isn’t as bright in the airship as it uses to be at this time of day and the next second, he can already hear the raindrops, splashing against the outside of his home. Usually, he’d feel a little disappointed when he understands that the day will be rainy. Probably too rainy for the kids to play outside. But today is different…
His eyes roam Robbie’s relaxed body. The other is still cuddled up close to him and he can feel the steady heaving and sinking of his chest against his hand, still resting on the villain’s back. Robbie’s hands are lightly holding on to the hero’s pajama top, as if he wants to make sure that he isn’t leaving him after all. The damp cloth on his forehead had actually soaked through Sportacus’ top, but it feels warm meanwhile and therefore, he still doesn’t really care…
He can’t help a soft, happy smile, although he can still feel the heat coming from the other’s body, proving that his fever still hasn’t ceased one bit. But at least, Robbie slept peacefully through this part of the night… Sportacus gently starts caressing the villain’s head again, extracting a soft noise from him. It’s a very low humming, almost edging into a purr. The hero’s smile brightens and his heart does a small, happy jump. Robbie simply looks incredibly cute, when he’s sleeping this peacefully and this sound only adds to his appearance. It makes Sportacus wish to be able to watch him sleep like this, every morning, to hold and cuddle him and help him realize that he’s not alone. On the contrary. The hero would do anything for him! But at exactly this thought, Sportacus’ heart grows heavy again, because it reminds him that Robbie isn’t here, because Sportacus told him how he feels about him and he shares these feelings, but because he’s still very sick and needs his care. And this leads straight to the question whether the hero’s care actually will be enough to help Robbie becoming all healthy again. He still doesn’t know what is wrong with him, after all. So he should take him to a doctor, as soon as possible! But…why does his instinct still reject this obviously right decision?
…Maybe…because something about Robbie’s symptoms simply doesn’t seem right? Sportacus is no doctor, of course, but he does now a lot about illnesses, injuries and medicine in general. It was his second favorite class at school, right after health education (and yes, even before P.E., because as much as he loves to move around all the time, it was NOT his favorite class during his time at school). And the way, Robbie has described his hallucinations and how the last one came along with his fever and stomach cramps… It’s just strange… And adding to these doubts comes Robbie’s obvious fear of doctors. What if he’ll only make it worse by taking him to a real physician? And with this very likely also loose his trust again, he managed to build up during the past half a day?
He sighs lowly. He’s used to facing problems and fixing things. But this situation now… He knows that he’s letting this get to him on a level, where it becomes difficult, if not even impossible to remain objective about Robbie’s condition. But how could he NOT feel horrible and scared, himself, when someone he likes so much is involved?! …He never understood… That’s why most of his teachers always told him that he’d never graduate and become a hero. But he did. And then he was send to LazyTown to capture this man and take him back to his people to be punished. But he couldn’t. Because he instantly felt that Robbie is not evil. On the contrary… And now he realized that he…fell in love with him. He’s not sure when exactly, nor how. But…he is sure that this emotion, sparkling in his chest, each time, he does so much as look at Robbie, is love. A love, that goes beyond pure friendship…
“…Oh, Robbie…” he swallows hard and runs his hands through his hair and over his back again, before he places a long, soft kiss on his hair and tries to shift away from him. At once, he’s met by a low but heartbreaking whimper and the grip on his shirt tightens “…Sportacus…” The hero freezes in his move. “…Shush…” he quickly pulls the villain closer again and nuzzles his nose into his hair, murmuring “I’m here. It’s okay…”
“…Hm…” Robbie moves his head, the cloth drops down on the bed and he mumbles once more “…Sportacus?…”
“Yes,” the hero smiles softly, although he knows, the other can’t see it “…Are you awake, Robbie?…”
“…No, I sleeptalk,” grumbles the villain and sighs lowly “Silly question, Sportagoof…”
“I’m sorry,” he chuckles and strokes through the black hair once more “…So… May I get up? I want to prepare some breakfast. You need to eat…”
“It’s your bed. Of course, you can get up,” mumbles Robbie, but without loosening his grip on the other’s top one bit “…But I’m not hungry…”
“But you NEED to eat!” carefully, Sportacus removes the villain’s hands, ignoring the half suppressed whine for the moment, and makes sure that his patient is lying comfortably, propped up by the pillows, then he jumps out of bed and turns to look at him with a serious gaze “ESPECIALLY if you don’t want me to take you to a doctor right away!”
“That’s blackmailing!” Robbie quirks a brow, a light smile tugging at his lips “Should I feel proud now, that you’ve learned something from me?”
“I’m serious, Robbie. This isn’t for joking!” Sportacus crosses his arms “I’m really worried about you!”
“…Yeah, I… I know…” Robbie looks away uneasily, his voice low “…But you’re waisting your time…”
“Why do you keep saying this?! Robbie!” Sportacus kneels back down at the edge of the bed and takes both of the other’s shaking hands in his own, searching his eyes “Don’t you understand that… That I… That you’re incredibly important to me?! Since you are so sick, I feel horrible! I try to figure out how to help you, but for the first time in my life, I feel completely powerless and scared and desperate! Please…” he lets go of Robbie’s left hand to cup his cheek instead, he barely notices his own tears before they start running down his face “…You’re so pale… Robbie, if you know or have any idea what could be wrong with you, you HAVE to tell me! Now!”
Robbie breathes in. He struggles to not lose himself entirely in the touch of the hero. “…You…have to be more careful…” his voice is low and strained. “…What?…”
“…I guess, you’ve lost this during your sleep…” a very weak, wry smile washes over the villain’s lips, when his free, left hand now blindly reaches for something next to him and then holds it up, next to his face and into the hero’s view “…Next time, this might happen, when somebody else is around, who isn’t me and therefore quite surprised, not to say…shocked…”
Sportacus stares at the item in the other’s hand and the next second, he’s sure, he becomes just as pale as Robbie, and his voice threatens to stop working when he now rasps “…You… You already…knew?!…”
“I’m your declared archenemy. Of course, I knew!” he chuckles weakly and shrugs “…It wasn’t THAT hard, actually… Sugar meltdowns, always moving, flipping, jumping around, a magic crystal, living in an airship, this ridiculous hat… And come on, your Icelandic accent! You know, I don’t remember too much about my own birthplace, but there are some stories about your folk, I DO remember hearing from my mother!…” his smile drops a little, and he lowers his hand again. A long pause follows, during which neither of them moves a muscle. “…You’re not…staring at them…” murmurs the hero suddenly weakly. “Why should I?” Robbie blinks puzzled and smiles, lightly confused “I told you, I knew before…”
“Yeah, but… At school, they told us…everybody would stare…”
“Well, I don’t think, staring is very polite,” a nervous chuckle “…Besides… Right now, I’m busy staring into your eyes, am I not?!” He blushes. Sportacus blushes, as well, but more out of joy than embarrassment. He isn’t entirely sure what to make of this, but he feels a great tension falling off of him, of which existence he wasn’t even aware before. “…So… Since you knew… Why haven’t you ever told anybody or used this knowledge against me?…” more absently, he caresses Robbie’s cheek with his thumb, still without breaking their eye contact. “I’m a villain. But not cruel. I…sensed that you had your reasons not to tell anybody… Not even the brats. I…” now Robbie shifts a little uneasy “…What you said yesterday… About me… That I never really wanted you to leave or to get rid of you…was true, I guess… I…” he breaks up and swallows hard. Then he suddenly, gently pushes Sportacus’ hands off, puts his hat in one of them and turns his face away from him, his eyes squeezed shut. “…Robbie?…” puzzled, Sportacus quickly puts his hat on again, covering his slightly pointed ears with it, before he carefully brushes a few strains of hair out of the villain’s face and notices the tears, rolling down his cheeks “Robbie, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” The other opens one eye to look at him again “…Why are YOU crying, Sportacare?…”
“Because I’m worried! And…confused and desperate…” Sportacus shrugs helplessly. “…Yeah… Me, too…” Robbie wipes his face and sniffs lowly “…See….When you’re the villain, you’re supposed to cause trouble and keep the hero busy…but not like THIS!…” a weak, strained laugh “You care for me more than anybody else ever did! And this feels so…incredibly wrong on one hand but…even more incredibly good on the other! I… I don’t know, what I’m supposed to DO!” The laugh turns into a sob and he buries his face into his hands. “…Nothing…”
“You don’t have to do ANYTHING, Robbie. Except of accepting my help and…following my suggestions at best, so you can become all healthy again,” the hero’s gentle smile is audible. “B-But…”
“No. No buts,” Sportacus sits down sideways on the bed now and carefully grabs Robbie’s hands again, to pull them away from his face and squeeze them gently “All you REALLY have to do is trust me, Robbie. And…that shouldn’t be that hard, right? I mean…I trust YOU!”
“Of course! I have every reason to! Look, you’ve even kept my secret for all these years! Stop telling yourself, that you don’t deserve my care, trust and love! You do!” Sportacus is talking without really thinking about it before now “Not just because you’re no real villain, but because you’re an amazing person and there isn’t anybody else who makes me feel so happy when he’s smiling for once, not looking so sad and depressed anymore!” He breathes in. Just now, he notices Robbie’s stunned…or rather shocked expression. And then, it hits him what he just said and his face turns dark red “…Oh…”