fate brings what is not asked for

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EY HAPPY SUMMERWEEN FOLKS :D LET’S TALK GHOST SHIPS

So less the physical ship being the one haunting them and more a memory of the past. Could be multiple things: a night terror? Bill playing tricks and corrupting Stan’s memory? An actual haunting (maybe they’re someplace like the Bermuda Triangle?) So this is more the showing of that little idea, but after discussing it with @impishnature, she took it a bit further in what could be an actual ending to this story (below the cut!)

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les mis + lemony snicket quotes


Jean Valjean: Sometimes even in the most unfortunate of lives there will occur a moment or two of good fortune.
Javert: It is very annoying to be proven wrong, particularly when you are really right and the person who is really wrong is the one who is proving you wrong and proving himself, wrongly, right. Right?
Fantine: Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant, filled with odd waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.
Marius: Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby- awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.
Cosette: One cannot spend forever sitting and solving the mysteries of one’s history.
Enjolras: No reality has the power to dispel a dream.
Combeferre: Arguing with somebody is never pleasant, but sometimes it is useful and necessary to do so.
Courfeyrac: I’m sure you have heard it said that appearance does not matter so much, and that it is what what’s on the inside that counts. This is, of course, utter nonsense, because if it were true then people who were good on the inside would never have to comb their hair or take a bath, and the whole world would smell even worse than it already does.
Jehan: If you have ever found yourself sitting in the darkness with a flashlight, you may have experienced the feeling that something is lurking just beyond the circle of light that a flashlight makes, and reading poem about dead men is not a good way to make yourself feel better.
Feuilly: All the secrets of the world are contained in books. Read at your own risk.
Joly: If you are allergic to a thing, it is best not to put that thing in your mouth, particularly if the thing is cats.
Bossuet: If an optimist had his left arm chewed off by an alligator, he might say in a pleasant and hopeful voice, “Well this isn’t too bad, I don’t have a left arm anymore, but at least nobody will ever ask me if I’m left-handed or right-handed,” but most of us would say something more along the lines of, “Aaaaah! My arm! My arm!
Bahorel: Just because something is traditional is no reason to do it, of course.
Grantaire: Perhaps if we saw what was ahead of us, and glimpsed the follies, and misfortunes that would befall us later on, we would all stay in our mother’s wombs, and then there would be nobody in the world but a great number of very fat, very irritated women.

bonus: Victor Hugo: In this book, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning and very few happy things in the middle.

Paper Planes (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: Soulmate AU where if you throw a paper plane out your window it always makes its way to your soulmate. You can’t write your full name, your location, or any contact info, anything else is fair game. It’s up to fate to bring you together.

Word Count: 1,775

Warnings: Zero proofreading. It’s strictly fluff though so you’re safe here.

A/N: This was such a cute idea and also reminded me of that one Disney short. You know the one. Also, I will jump at any opportunity I can to write sappy love notes and Lin’s messy handwriting. Please don’t ask me about logistics of this, I have no idea what happens if your window is shut and your soulmate throws a plane, I’m just here to write fluff.
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Your parents had told you the story all through your childhood. They would always weave you intricate tales at bedtime about how you might meet your soulmate. Your favorite stories always had a prince playing that role. As you got older the stories evolved from fictitious plots to questions and conversations. 

You received your first letter from him at seven years old. It took you by surprise when the paper plane made of blue construction paper landed on the floor of your bedroom. You scrambled from you bed to scoop it up and inspect it. You unfolded it carefully, flipping it over.

‘ Hi! My name is Lin! ‘

You yelped as if the paper itself had spoken and ran into the living room where your mom was preoccupied with a book. She seemed to notice your panic because her eyes immediately left the pages to study your face.

“They wrote you, didn’t they?” she asked wryly with a twinkle in her eye. You squeaked out a yes, shoving the blue paper towards her. She unfolded it to see the note before chuckling. “Well, are you gonna write them back or not?”

You spent the entire night debating and when your mom came into your room to kiss you goodbye before she left for work she saw you sitting on the floor surrounded in papers. 

“For them or from them?” she asked with an amused smile as she leaned against your doorway.

“For.”

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  • What she said: "I'm fine."
  • What she really meant: "my favorite band was near me and I could've went but I didn't get tickets in time and plus they are so expensive and no one will go with me so now I'm at home watching videos of them thinking that I could have seen them preform this live but no really I'm fine I'm not crying what are you talking about and this isn't a run on sentence it's a Fall Out Boy title by Panic! At the Disco."
Vex and Percy’s E87 Talk, transcribed

Since I know some people want this - Vex and Percy talk about Percy’s first experience with death, Vex’s words during the ritual, and some of Percy’s fears.

Vex: So, Percy.
Percy: Yes, dear?
Vex: I’ve been meaning to bring something up to you…
Percy: Yes.
Vex: Um… at the risk of bringing Scanlan up again… something I’d rather ignore
Percy: Yes, me too.
Vex: When he left, he said something that caught my ear, which was that he heard. He heard Pike and his daughter calling to him on the other side.
Percy: Yes.
Vex: Which is strange, really, because when I was on the other side I don’t remember hearing anything. What about you?
Percy: Um, okay.

Taliesin: I’m going to sit down and open up a bottle.
Laura: Busting out the Courage again?
Taliesin: The Courage, I think, is long gone at this point, I’m going for the Tear Whiskey, fuck it. Um, take a swig, and I pass.

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Bill Skarsgard Imagine

Bill Skarsgard x reader 

Requested:  “Hi ♡ can you do an imagine where Bill and you are actors on their new movie, and then Bill secretly loves her but he’s so shy? Thanks ;)”

Originally posted by bills-skarsgard

Bill was working on his new movie, Atomic Blonde 3 (because I enjoyed the first so much). There was only one reason Bill was excited to return and that reason was you.

He first met you when he was filming Atomic Blonde 2, you were going to be playing a girl he was interested in. At the beginning he only saw you as a friend because a couple months before he had just gotten out of a relationship. Towards the end of filming he couldn’t help but start to have feelings for you. You guys kept in touch as friends and as time passed his feelings began to fade.

The premiere for Atomic Blonde 2 came around and when he saw you on the carpet he couldn’t help but think that you were beautiful. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. When you came to say hi and take pictures with him all the feelings that he thought were once gone came back again.

As you guys did your interviews together for Atomic 2 he couldn’t help but smile everytime you spoke. He would tell you he liked you but he was scared that maybe you didn’t feel the same way and only saw each other as friends, so he kept his mouth shut not wanting to ruin the friendship you guys already had.

When he got the call for Atomic Blonde 3, he was beyond excited because it mean’t that he got to see you again.

He arrived on set and headed to the makeup and costume department. They did light makeup and got him dressed into his outfit for the day. When he walked out he heard someone scream his name. It wasn’t just anyone, it was you. He looked up and saw you running towards him. He got his arms out ready to wrap his arms around you. You guys hugged and reluctantly he let go.
“How have you been Bill?” Bill just put his hands in his pockets and smiled. He didn’t say anything for good few minutes and just stared at you, admiring you. He saw you look down nervous and silently walk away. Great, now she thinks you hate her. he was about to run after you but was heard his name being called to set.

The next time you guys saw each other was when you had to do your morning after scene. He made his way toward you and quietly said hi. You quietly said hi back.
“So our next scene….” he said awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.
“We’ll do fine,” he heard you say, “I mean we actually had to do it before so waking up to each other should be a piece of cake.” he smiled at you.
“Look, I want to apologize for before,” he said slowly unsure of himself.
“It’s okay, really.” He nodded and heard you laugh which cause him to laugh. He couldn’t believe how nervous he got around you.

You guys were laying in bed about to film your morning after scene. The director said action and you guys started rolling.
You were sleeping. Merkel just got up and turned to stare at you after a few seconds you turned your head and smiled at him. He smiled back and started playing with your hair.
“I love you,” Merkel said.
Bill froze. He loved you. He continued filming the scene until you guys finished but in his head he just thought, he loved you. He saw you getting dressed heading back to your trailer and smiled.

The next time you guys were together was when you were filming a scene in a club or bar. He couldn’t tell because the crew built it to make it looks like the 1990s. The director started talking to you and Bill about what he wanted to see in happen, “Bill your goingto stand next to your ‘lover’ and talk about the case. Lorraine is going to nod towards you which means you finished working for the day and then your going to turn to your 'lover’ and talk in swedish with her and start making out with her. This is going to lead to the scene we filmed yesterday.” Bill and you nodded. Bill looked back to you. He felt you put your arm through his arm and saw you lean in.
“Talk swedish to me,” you joked. Bill and smiled and chuckled and looked away. This made him be more in love with you. As the director called action, Bill and you started acting. When it came to the kissing part, you guys kissed and let me tell you Bill was enjoying it. He didn’t want to pull away but he had to. Bill felt like he was dreaming. He had never felt this way toward anyone. No one ever made him lose his train of thought or made him not have the ability not to talk. He was always confident but now that all fated away.

Bill and you were sitting in the makeup trailer. You were on your phone and Bill was watching you. He should talk to you, now would be the perfect time but no words came out. All he could do was stare. He wanted you to be his but he just couldn’t bring the words to ask you. After admiring you for a good 10 minutes he finally got the courage to speak.
“How a-are you today?” You looked up from your phone and smiled.
“I’m okay, what about you?”
“I-I’m…..” he shrugged. He looked away and back at you.
“So….Do you have any p-plans after work today?” Bill asked you. You put your phone down.
“No, I’m probably just going to catch up on sleep.” He smiled and nodded. You’ve been in his dreams but he would never tell you that.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked you cautiously. He saw you look at him in shock.
“No.” he smiled.
“Good.” he thought he whispered to himself but actually said out loud.
“How is that good?”
“Well-you know…” he shrugged. You smiled.
“Would you like to go out with me sometime?” You asked Bill.
“Yes!” Bill said excitedly. You laughed and Bil looked down embarassed then looked up and smiled at you. All he could do was stare.
“I’ll pick you up at 8.” He said.
“I can’t wait” you replied back.

He was happy that you made the move because without you he would probably have been heartbroken. You would probably be with another guy. But he was glad that he could soon call you his.

Twelve Olympians Spread

I was playing around with my deck today and came up with this… Sharing it to see if anyone else finds it useful. The Twelve Olympians each represent an important factor in your personal life. Using twelve cards, one for each Olympian, you can get a detailed reading with this spread.

Card 1: Hestia. In Hellenismos, Hestia is honored first and last, as the oldest and youngest child of Kronos, and is introduced first here. Hestia’s domain is the home and this card queries the Goddess and asks what is coming in terms of your home life.

Card 2: Zeus. As the primary male figure in Hellenismos, Zeus here stands for your relationships with men and what may be coming with male figures in your life. This could be anyone from a father to a lover.

Card 3: Hera. As her brother-husband stands for the men in your life, so does the Queen of the Gods stand for the women in your life. What is in your future with women? Hera will let you know.

Card 4: Demeter. Demeter here stands for your material gains and your earthly wealth. Anything for which you work hard to gain, that is what Demeter will reveal to you.

Card 5: Poseidon. The Sea God’s card pulls on the constant generation that the sea, the source of almost all life, allows. This card is about what is growing from the source in your life, and what is going to manifest itself in your life as a new thing. This is the unknown becoming known.

Card 6: Artemis. The card of Artemis is a mystery being revealed to you. Something that you have been hunting and wondering about is made clear with this card. Differing from Poseidon, this is something known becoming familiar.

Card 7: Apollon. Apollon Παιαν, the Healer, gives you information about health with this card. If there are no concerns in your own life, the Healing God may help others through you.

Card 8: Athena. Wise Athena speaks of knowledge and understanding of the world of book-learning. Her sage counsel advises you with wisdom that you need for whatever situation you approach.

Card 9: Hermes. The Messenger God stands for all money matters. Be it related to a job, money you already have, or a random lotto victory, the Trickster’s Guardian gives you advice on how to deal with your fiscal life.

Card 10: Aphrodite. Here, the Goddess of Love stands for all romantic relationships. The future and fate of your romantic life is revealed at Aphrodite’s whim.

Card 11: Hephaistos. The Crafting God of the Glowing Forge, Hephaistos tells you what you can make in your life. Not content to sit back and let things come to him, the Sooty One brings his dreams to life. What will you find that you can bring to life as well?

Card 12: Ares. The God of War asks you to look at any conflicts you have in your life, be it with yourself or with another person. How can these conflicts be resolved for the betterment of all involved? Ares gives you advice on this matter.

Feedback on any use of this spread would be wonderful! May the Gods bless your endeavors!

Coincidences (Steve Rogers x Short!Reader)

Hello, readers, this is my first one-shot so please go easy on me. I’m actually contemplating if to make this a multi-part but we’ll see how this goes>.< And Enjoy!

Pairing: Steve x Short!Reader

Summary: Pre-CACW. You start off the day with people teasing you about the one thing you can’t control, your height. Then just when you thought your day couldn’t get worse it gets…better? You start seeing the same cute guy everywhere you go and you start to wonder if it is just a coincidence or fate.

Word Count:1,768

Warnings: A handful of swears.

(Y/N) – Your name

(L/N) – Last name

(s/c) – Skin colour

(B/F/N) – Best friend name

(F/R) – Favourite restaurant

(f/f) - Favourite food

“Hey, watch where you’re going!”

“Sorry I didn’t see you there…and still, don’t,” the stranger smirks at his own retort before going on his merry way. Probably to a business meeting with CEO’s and shite based on the way his snazzy Kenneth Cole suit made him reek sophistication, it’s always these types that feel to need to be pompous jerks to everyone else. I mean, I know that my 5’2 frame isn’t helping to lessen the insults but still, you shouldn’t be so mean to someone you don’t even know. But then again, when you’re out here on these crowded streets of New York during lunch hour, who’s being nice? I’m lost in my thoughts when,

“Oomph!” my face meets stone and I violently get pushed, my bum becoming best friends with the floor. Oh wait, that’s not stone, it’s someone’s chest which is covered by a navy blue V-neck…someone’s rock-hard and muscular chest. I inwardly drool as I look up towards his face which now makes me want to melt. His baby blue eyes grant him just enough softness to complement his killer jawline and blonde hair, and not to mention the worry that he held in them which makes me smile. And let us not forget those perfectly sculpted lips which urge me to just crash-

“Sorry ma’am, I didn’t see you there.” Alright, fantasy over.

“Don’t worry, most people don’t,” I shrug away his hand that he oh so generously set out for me with my own (s/c) colored hand and raise myself up from the ground, dusting whatever specs of gravel landed on my Levi blue jeans and a cream-colored blouse.

“Pardon me, ma’am, I meant no disrespect. I was on my,” he seems to pause as if remembering something, “iPhone and wasn’t looking at where I was going.”

“If you say so…,” I sigh, “well I guess no harm was done so enjoy the rest of your day.” I begin to walk towards my intended destination only to hear a faint “wait” from behind me causing my body to instinctually turn in his general direction, only to see him jogging towards me.

“I didn’t get your name, I’m Steve Rogers at you service ma’am.” He puts out his right hand and I hesitantly, but eventually shake it with my own, seeing how my (s/c) hand fit in his pale one.

“It’s not like you need it…but mine’s (Y/N) (L/N), and there is no need to be so formal either.” My phone suddenly rings shifting my attention to the screen which vibrates with impatient texts from my friend. “And I have to run. Nice to meet you I suppose?” and I trot off before he could say anything in reply.

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“What took you so long? Look I know that love-making is a slow and sensual process but that shite is for the night alright, quickies are a morning thing for a reason. Oh wait I know, you were busy untying those goddam ropes with friggin’ origami knots, I already told you those kinks are-”

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Perfect

Summary: Bucky was lucky to have crossed paths with you. Chance brought him to the same café as you. The café was the start of his new life.

Author:  Multireality

Pairing(s): Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1031

Warnings: Fluff, so much fluff, sweet Bucky because that is a warning

Author’s Notes: First time writing Bucky, so hope you all like it! Sorry for the long wait I’ve been really busy with exams.

Bucky was different now. Ever since he met you. Everyone noticed but never spoke about it – they were too scared that he would go back to the broken Bucky who kept to himself and drowned in his own plagued past.

But then came you. The light of his life.

You met in a coffee shop of all places; you went every day for your daily dose of caffeine. Bucky discovered the café after one of his daily runs and thought it would be a good place to escape.

In the end, you were never his escape – you were his new reality.

He always watched you from afar, to him you were beautiful. It took him months to approach you, to build up the courage to come and talk to you. When he finally did, he stumbled over his words and made a fool of himself and he was positive that he had ruined his chances with you. But then your face lit up with a bright smile – you thought it was adorable how flustered he got.

It took him three dates to finally work up the courage to kiss you – his first kiss since coming back. It was soft and sweet, and once his eyes fluttered open he was met with your shining Y/E/C eyes and a soft blush which rose to your cheeks. He was sold. You were perfect.

You knew who he was and you weren’t scared of him. you embraced his life as winter soldier and allowed him to move on with his new life – his new life as your Bucky, the new and improved. But to you he was already perfect he was Bucky, there was nothing that needed to change except in your opinion he needed more self-belief because to you he was your whole entire world.

He loved waking up to you snuggled into his chest, your hair scattered across the pillow. Your head resting on his chest, your hands wrapped around his waist. You were just as consumed by him as he was you.

Flowers.

Bucky knew that even now in the 21st-century dames always liked flowers, so, mostly once a week, on his way back from a run, he would visit the local florist and purchase flowers for you. Usually, peonies as they were your favorite. The way your eyes lit up and you rushed to hug him was always a reminder of why he always bought you flowers. The way your small frame would wrap around his large one and kiss him repeatedly and whisper “thank you” in his ear was always worth the effort.

You also treated him and went out of your way for him. He loved it. You would always get up early on a Sunday and go and buy him his favorite breakfast and buy him coffee from the café where you met, then you would come home and snuggle back up in bed with him as you both ate. Cocooned together.

Steve was in awe of you. The way you brought Bucky out of his shell again and made him smile and reassured him constantly of how much a good person he was. He wanted to thank you a million times.

Another thing Bucky loved was when you stole his clothes, thinking he wouldn’t notice. Whenever he went on a mission you would purposefully steal some of his t-shirts so that you could still smell his scent and still feel as if Bucky was still with you. He found it adorable.

You both bought an apartment together after about a year of your successful relationship. A loft in New York, it was the embodiment of both of your personalities. There were soft homey things scattered everywhere – throws and cushions to make it feel like home, that was your personality. Then there were darker colors with minimalist decorations to represent Bucky. It was perfect.

You even persuaded him to get a dog, it was a golden retriever called Charles – but the cute thing was, was that when you got home from working late you would walk in to find Charles snuggled on the sofa with Bucky while they both were asleep. It was picture perfect.

Bucky always claimed that the dog would get in the way but really you knew Bucky wanted a dog – he wanted a companion for when you weren’t there. Whenever Bucky went on his morning run he would take Charles with him; they were inseparable.

Bucky always liked to surprise you with dates and what not. He tried to be romantic to prove to you that he loved you. To try and keep you from leaving him. But in your mind, that was out of the question. He took you on museum dates and could tell you about some of the art due to actually witnessing it and it amazed you that in reality, Bucky had experienced a lot. However, not all of it was good.

He was still plagued by nightmares and still woke up covered in sweat, scared beyond belief that at some point he would hurt you and return to being the winter soldier. You always reassured him, held him when he cried and kept him balanced. Kept him sane.

You never thought that you would experience love like you did with Bucky, you thought it was more dull and boring. But Bucky changed that, the love you two shared was unbreakable and so strong that nothing could take away your Bucky.

You loved him.

And he loved you.

To Bucky, you were all he could ever ask for. He was forever in debt to whoever caused you to cross paths, he liked to believe it was fate but it was more likely to be chance. And if so, chance was his new bible. His new thing to live by, because if chance brought him you then what else could it bring him. There wasn’t anything else he could ask for except a family with you. All he wanted was a family and to grow old with you and to be your one and only.

You were his perfect. The life you were going to live together would be perfect.

Newcomers Pt 15

Cathy awoke rather abruptly in the middle of the night sensing her husband Hesky’s connection to the Link as the Humans were calling it. She looked around almost expecting to see him in the small room she had acquired for herself in the city of Geeda. Since there were no Benemar left the city’s rooms had been turned over to the troops.

The Link was not a true connection, in a way that she could not send a worded message instead they could send emotions and feelings to certain people. She sent her joy at feeling his presence to him and he clearly freaked out feeling all these sensations at once. Every Human that now had a Gal symbiont could sense new additions but since Cathy and Hesky were emotionally connected their Link was stronger. Hesky’s friend Hopkins had simply stirred in his sleep noticing his appearance in the Link but had quickly rolled back over. Hesky called out to Cathy in the Link and she responded with an burst of joy that he keenly felt. He was glad to feel her. She then sent a more intimate feeling to him which he met with a mixture of confusion and arousal, she sent thoughts to him of herself being naked and she felt his rush to get back to their quarters so as to put their child to bed. All of Hesky’s reservations suddenly vanished and Cathy laughed to herself. The Link could be as open or as intimate as one wanted, this way someone could send a signal of a more personal nature and not everyone would receive it. This way the Human retained their individuality while still remaining part of the whole. The Gal as well began developing more individual traits, such thinking was not in their genetics but as Cassion had said they are reacting to the presence of their more natural genetic cousins. But as much as the link was as private as one wanted, the Gal with their link were always so open meant the Humans could sense they were worried, there was something they wanted to tell the Humans but were frightened to do so. The Humans tried to coax it out of them but the Nerve was adamant that everything was fine. The Humans then backed off, the Gal would tell them when they felt they were ready to tell them.


Trio of High Chiefs sat in shock, their mouths gaping at what they had just been told, Geeda, the pride unfailing city of the Black Plains, had fallen.

“You promised us that Geeda could hold out for months or even indefinitely” Seewol said calmly almost in shock to the chief who bowed before them.

“The Humans and Gal are working together to compliment each others strengths, exploiting either one’s weakness will expose us to the other” Chief Hopoln replied bowing his head, he had taken over as military advisor after the last one was shot and now he feared the same fate.

“Now there is nothing between them and the city of Sorlontra” High Chief Pepeel stated “And that is 50 miles away from Geeda and nowhere near as heavily defended”

“What about the their second force that advanced east from their landing zone?” asked Pepeel.

“They forced our forces into the sea and are now preparing a island hoping campaign, I have ordered the islands be turned into fortresses to slow their advance”

“Slow not stop?”

Hopoln suddenly became angry, he had been pressured to bring them a victory but these High Chiefs were so detached from reality it was infuriating. He shot to his feet, an act of the greatest disrespect to a High Chief if not permitted to by them,

“That is all I can do!” he shouted and the High Chiefs were stunned to silence “If it was just the Humans or the Gal then maybe I could turn them back but the fact they are working together throws any and all of our standard tactics to the void. I have nothing, absolutely nothing in our arsenal that I believe will shift the tide of this war”

No one spoke, not even the High guards who by all rights should have killed him the moment he rose from his knees.

“There is only one thing that will save us” Hopoln said “Karamora”

The High Chiefs took a sudden intake of air in shock.

“You would have us burn our own world to save it? That is insanity” Deeter said.

“We have learned more about it, we may not be able to control it but maybe..aim it”

The High Chiefs looked at each other silently talking with their eyes.

“If we do do this, we will need to begin now, the activation takes time and if we wait the Humans will have discovered it and it will be too late” Peepel said.

“But what if we do aim it at the Humans and Gal what then?” Seewol stated.

“One threat at a time” Deeter said and stood up “Begin the activation of Karamora”


Deep in the darkness of Bento Prime, a darkness that had been long abandoned began to awake from it’s millennia long slumber.


The Humans had not advanced from Geeda, instead they had held a party to welcome the Gal into the fold and give the soldiers a rest and some respite after a hard won victory. It also gave them a chance to mourn the dead, Clerk in particular was given special attention.

His body lay on a bed of wood they had gathered which was not really a lot as trees were rare on Bento Prime so they used anything flammable, Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and Gal came to pay their respects. Even the rebels were present and curious to see how Humans honour their dead.

Jenkins stood on a small raised podium so he could be seen by everyone, the Link was alive with feelings of sorrow and mourning. He sent a feeling of happiness to try and raise their spirits.

“Captain Clerk was one of the best I have ever served under, he like so many joined the army in hopes of seeing new worlds and to serve the Terran people. But he did more than just serve, he lead, he was a leader that many if not all could look to with pride for he was not the man behind you but the man beside you. He faced all the trials and perils alongside us and he faced them head on, he would never order a soldier to an action he would not undertake himself. More than once he turned down promotions so as to be always in field, with his soldiers, he will be surly missed”

A wave of sorrow flooded the Link so much even the Gal were moved by it and those in the fleet who were watching via vidcom also felt it, distance meant nothing to the Link but hearing the words and feeling them in the Link amplified their effect. Even Depit who was not even a year old and had no symbiont felt the mood and cried, reaching for his father for comfort.

Then Karen took the podium to say a few words as was their custom.

“The first time I met Captain Clerk I was a new recruit and had no idea who he was, I was sitting in the bar when this cocky guy came in began chatting me up” she smiled and the mood lightened as the Link began to feel humour.

“I made every sign that I was not interested but still he persisted and when I finally told him I like girls he stop and pondered” she smiled and laughed a bit “Before finally asking if he could sit in and watch”

The soldiers laughed

“So of course I slapped him and the entire bar went silent and he looked at me before finally showing his captain stripes. I could have died there and then but he laughed. Apparently he liked to mess with new recruits and I was his latest victim”

The rebels watched all of this with a bit of confusion, they were telling stories of the fallen comrade which they understood but also making jokes, this was supposed to be a sombre affair but the Humans were laughing.

“I remember one time” Cho began taking his turn “We were bored after the dull deployment of Somven asteroids we decided to play a joke on the gunnery crew. Me, Clerk and Cathy all made these harmless but loud bangers and threw them onto the gunnery deck and screamed about a breach”

The soldiers laughed, many had been on that ship at that time and remembered that time, the whole fleet was put on alert for thinking that the flagship was about to suffer an accident and explode.

This went on for some time with more and more people telling their stories of Captain Clerk, to many he had been a farther figure and almost everyone had some personal story to tell. Some stories were sombre about times they lost loved ones and Clerk would lift their spirits or simply sit with them as they talked about their lives or just sat there with them in silence.

The sun was low now and it was time, the soldiers then placed trinkets or flowers made from paper on his body or by the raised wooden bed. Some would just rest their hands on his chest and say a few private words before moving on. Then, finally Jenkins approached with a small flame.

“From the earth we come” he said.

“To the earth we return” the soldier responded in unison.

Jenkins put the flame to Clerks body and the flames slowly consumed his body, this was one of many such funerals they performed, some were done in bulk but Clerk held a special place in their hearts so had his own. His ashes would be collected after and transported back to Terra to be scattered by his relatives, many now held their heads and wept unashamedly. To many the light of a great man had now passed and the day was a darker place for it.

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Prompt! Yuuri's reaction to seeing Young Victor's press conference where he's not paying attention and eating chocolate (from Yuri on Museum)? Or maybe Victor recalling that?

Yuuri sits on the floor, hands on his knees, and rocks back and forth as he waits for Victor’s press conference to come on.  The only thing he likes as much as watching Victor skate is seeing him interviewed after.  It’s his best resource for learning more about the boy behind the legend.

Victor always seems confident and happy in public, but Yuuri senses there’s something shallow about it.  He wishes he understood who Victor truly was, that Victor trusted him enough to share secrets and be his real self.  Yuuri knows it’s stupid, though.  A genius like Victor would never be friends with someone like Yuuri.

“Yuuri, do you know where my chocolate is?” Mari barks from the other room.  

“Nope,” Yuuri calls back, before frantically stuffing chocolate wrappers into his pockets.  He’s developed a habit of eating when he’s nervous or excited.  Really, Mari should know better than to leave her candy out when Victor is on TV.

Fortunately, Mari must get distracted because she doesn’t pester him any further.  

Then the press conference comes on and Yuuri forgets all about hiding the junk food he stole from his sister.  

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For Your Love || Jeff Atkins x Asexual!Reader

I’m glad you asked, because I’ve seen a few imagines with asexual readers and I noticed a repeat of something that really bothered me. Always by the end, they were magically cured by ‘the one’. Like, no. If that’s someone’s sexual orientation, or lack thereof, they’re not going to change it for one person. If people truly desire our asexual cupcakes, they’re not going to constantly be trying to convert them.

Word Count: 1,174

Warnings: Mild Bullying, Sexual Dialogues

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    You had thought your relationship was going well. Marcus Cole, straight-A student and President of the Honor Board, was what most would consider a perfect gentleman. He would hold open doors for you, carry around your bags; basically, treat you like you always thought guys should treat their girlfriends. But it was on the night of the back-to-school Winter Formal that you saw him for who he truly was.

    The two of you had just taken a break from dancing to go grab some punch. Upon hearing from Montgomery that it’d been spiked, you stuck to grabbing a soda, watching Marcus pick through the large platters of snacks with a frown.

    “Hey, do you want to get out of here?” he asked, nodding towards the door. “We could go back to my place and hang.”

    “Are you not having a good time?“ you responded.

    He shot you that that sly smirk, never failing to melt your heart. "I just thought maybe we could have a little bit more if we were alone.”

    The smile that had begun to itch across your face faded quickly, replaced by a concern that furrowed your brows and forced you to cast your eyes downward. “Can’t we stay longer? I wanted to ask Tony if he could get some slow songs playing.”

    You felt Marcus’s hands slide around your hips, drawing you against his chest—what might have been comforting under normal circumstances, but now it just served to make your stomach twist with nerves. “Come on, Y/N. You know you can trust me.” He leaned down, teeth nipping at your ear. “I’ll be gentle.”

    You shoved your hands against his chest, scrambling backwards a few feet. “Wait! I really need to tell you something.”

    “What?” he asked, sounding, and looking, pretty offended.

    “I’m asexual,” you said quickly. “It’s not like I don’t like you, I really do. It’s just… I don’t enjoy sex like that.”

    He seemed taken aback for a moment, before finally clearing his throat to speak. “So you don’t think we’d be having sex any time in the nearby future?”

    “I’d rather if we didn’t,” you replied, feeling as if your chest was rattling with broken glass. “We could still have a good relationship together.”

    “Look, Y/N,” he began. “You’re a gorgeous girl. I mean, every guy in this school wants you, and plenty hate me for being the one you chose. I just don’t think you’re ever going to find someone who’ll keep you if you keep holding out like this.”

    You stared at him in shock. “Wh-what?”

    He patted your shoulder, shaking his head sadly. “This just isn’t going to work out between us. When you get over this phase, or whatever this is, call me, okay?”

    “What the hell, Marcus?” you asked, voice raising. “Did you only start dating me to get in my pants?”

    Heads had turned from the crowd, people poking other people in the sides to draw their attention over. Marcus had turned a light red, glaring down at you for calling him out in front of everyone.

    “Like you didn’t start dating me just to get brownie points towards your school record,” he snapped.

    “I started dating you because I thought you were the one person who would understand that there are more important things than sex!” you cried.

    “You’re just a prude freak,” he replied, his voice breaking with anger.

    A few of his friends, who had grouped together near the front of the crowd, snickered quietly. One punched Marcus on the shoulder, telling him to let it go. Another claiming that he had something that could open up those legs.

    You felt tears stinging at the corners of your eyes, their words squeezing around your neck like a tightly knotted rope. You tore through them, racing out of the gym and down the hall. You didn’t stop until you had pushed open the door to the girls’ bathroom and collapsed against the wall, knees drawn to your chest and wetness streaming down your cheeks.

    To think you had once told yourself you loved him.

    Barely a few minutes had dragged by when you heard the door creak open. You looked up, surprised to see the tall, broad figure of Jeff Atkins slipping inside. His hair was moused into a swoopy, black wave, white tuxedo crisp and perfectly tailored.

    “Can I come in?” he asked.

    You shrugged. “I guess. If you want to hang out with a prude freak.”

    “Fuck Marcus,” he said. “You’re not prude, and you’re definitely not a freak. Last time I checked, you were just Y/N, and that’s fine with me.”

    He moved to sit down next to you. At closer glance, you could see he had replaced his normal white studs with a pair of snowflakes. You laughed, making him turn his head to smile at you.

    “What’s up with the earrings?” you asked.

    “I’m being festive,” he replied, motioning at the matching pattern on the hem of your dress. “And twinning with you, apparently.”

    “Looks like fate wanted us to meet each other in this bathroom,” you said with a soft sigh. “You don’t have to waste your night with me, you know.”

    “Assuming that any of my time spent with you is wasted.” He placed his hand over yours, bringing it into his lap. “My night is already ten times better.”

    You brushed away a stray tear, trying to pull away. “We won’t work out. It never does.”

    “Why?” he asked, tightening his grip. “You’re an asexual. So what? That’s not something that matters to me.”

    “You say that now, but imagine if we somehow managed to make it out of high school. Years from now. I’m not opposed to the idea of sex some time in a long term relationship, but I’m not going to be able to be sexually attracted to you. Are you willing to live your life like that?” you responded.

    You could tell by the expression on his face that he was seriously considering this. You were just bracing yourself for him to stand up and walk out when he gave a nod.

    “Yes.”

    “Jeff, are you sure?” You turned to face him, sitting back on your heels. “This isn’t a joke.”

    He nodded again. “Yes. I am one hundred percent positive. I’m not sure if this is a little too early or not, but I think I’m in love with you.”

    You laughed. “What?”

    “No, I’m serious,” he replied, lunging forwards to scoop you into his arms. He pulled you in for a hug, resting his head on your shoulder in a maternal kind of way. “I was pissed when you started dating Marcus. Ask Clay. He’s the one who watched me purposely tear book pages every time I had to turn them.”

    You felt yourself relaxing against him. “Wow, okay.  That’s certainly something.”

    He gave a low chuckle. “Do you want to go back to the dance?”

    “Yeah,” you whispered.

    For once, you had a feeling your relationship actually was going to work out.

For A Reason (Lafayette x Reader)

Requested By: Anonymous

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day and you go out with your best friends the Schuyler Sisters. See what happens when a certain Frenchman catches your eye.

Warnings: None, I don’t think.

Time Period: Modern

Words: 1330

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!! I hope you are all having an amazing day because each and everyone of you guys are beautiful and deserve the best!!! Anyway, I’m sorry this story isn’t the greatest, but hey it’s Valentine’s Day. Enjoy, send in any requests you have, and have a great day!

You strongly believed in the idea that everything happened for a reason. People chose certain professions for a reason, people made certain choices for a reason, and people loved certain people for a reason.

When your friends had texted asking if you wanted to go out on Valentine’s Day to celebrate being single, you accepted; for a reason. That evening, you put on a (y/f/c) dress that made you feel on top of the world, with matching heels. After curling your hair and perfecting your makeup, you were ready to hit the bar.

Your friends Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy and come to drive you to the bar where you would be spending your evening. Once you reached your destination, you grabbed a couple of drinks and a table. Smiling all around, each of you raised your glasses and took a sip.

“Who needs a boyfriend?” you asked. “We are strong, independent, badass women who can be just as happy single as we would be if we were in relationships.” you declared, taking another sip of your drink.

“Amen!” Peggy agreed.

“You’re right girl.” Angelica added.

“Preach!” Eliza finished, giggling.

As the night wore on, you, Angelica, Peggy, and Eliza had a few more drinks, danced quite a bit, and flirted with some guys. The entire time, one man in particular had caught your eye. He had curly hair, kind eyes, and a handsome face.

The stranger was with a group of 3 other men. Unfortunately, you were not brave enough to walk over to them and talk to the curly haired man. Each time you glanced his way, one of your friends tried to encourage you to talk to him.

“No.” you told them. “What happened to our whole agreement that we are better off single?” you asked, reminding them of the start of the night.

Peggy rolled her eyes and rested a hand on your shoulder. “That can be true sometimes, (y/n), but if you find a guy you like you need to go after him.” she encouraged.

“You guys know I believe everything happens for a reason. So if we are meant to be fate will bring us together.” you tried to reason with them.

The night was winding down and you knew it would be time to head home soon. Deciding to get one last drink, you went to the bar to order it. On your way back, your head was down as you stared at the little screen of your phone. Before you could look up, you collided with a tall, warm figure.

You groaned as your drink spilled on your dress a bit, but you looked up to see what you hit. Eyes up, you took a breath, noticing it was the handsome stranger from earlier.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, Miss.” he apologized, handing you some napkins in attempt to fix the accident.

Although you couldn’t speak, you accepted the napkins and dabbed at the stain on your dress. When you realized the man was still there, you gathered your courage to speak.

“Please don’t worry about, it was my fault anyway.” you told him, smiling softly.

He smiled back and saw that you had lost all of your drink. “Well either way, please let me buy you a new drink.” he offered.

You gave him a sly look and gained some confidence. “I thought I was always told to not accept drinks from strangers at the bar, especially when I don’t know their name.” you retorted, laughing lightly.

The man laughed once he realized you were joking. “My name is Gilbert du Motier, but most people call me Lafayette.” he introduced, sticking his hand out.

Accepting his hand, you shook it and introduced yourself. “It’s nice to meet you, Lafayette, I am (y/n). And I will take you up on your offer for that drink.”

After Lafayette bought you a drink, the two of you headed to a booth in the back. You ended up just talking and talking about your lives for almost an hour. At one point he was laughing so hard that part of his drink sloshed out of his cup, onto your leg, again.

“Je suis vraiment désolé!” he spoke as he worked quickly to clean up the spilt liquid.

“C'est bon, ne vous inquiétez pas.” you reassured him, waving it off.

Lafayette stopped what he was doing and stared at you, incredulously, but had a huge grin on his face. “You-you speak French?” he stammered, amazed.

You nodded shyly and answered. “Oui, I took it all throughout high school and college.” you admitted.

“C'est incroyable!” he complimented.

A silence settled between the two of you, but it was awkward. You both gazed at each other, not saying a word or moving a muscle. That was until Lafayette started to lean towards you until he captured your lips with his.


Meanwhile, your friends had been wondering where you wondered off to. They knew you were still at the bar because they were your ride home, but you weren’t answering your phone.

During the time they spent looking for you, Eliza started talking to a man named Alexander Hamilton. Coincidently, he and his group of friends were looking for their other friend, Lafayette.

“Does he have dark, curly hair?” Angelica asked, putting two and two together.

“Yes.” the man named Hercules answered.

John piped up next. “Have you seen him?”

“Well our friend, (y/n), has been interested in him all night.” Peggy remarked, while sending a few flirty glances John’s way.

“Well, let’s go find them.” Eliza stated with a smile.


It didn’t take long, but eventually Alexander, Eliza, Peggy, John, Hercules, and Angelica finally found you and Lafayette. You were still at your booth in the back, but this time you were full on making out.

Your one arm was wrapped in Lafayette’s hair and the other was around his neck. His one arm was on your waist, drawing you flush against his chest, while the other was tangled in your hair.

The two of you were oblivious to the fact that there were now six people watching you, until you heard a deep voice clear their throat. Pulling away, your cheeks turned red when you saw your best friends glancing down on your with smirks on their faces.

“Get some, (y/n).” they laughed, while you buried your face further into your hands.

At the same time, Lafayette’s friends were poking fun at him, until the shorter man with dark hair spoke up. “So, uh, what was going here?” he asked, laughing because he was fully aware of what was happening.

The Schuyler Sisters crossed their arms and looked at you, the same question on their faces.

“Umm, he had-” you began, but you were cut off.

“It was an accident!” Lafayette shouted and you hit his chest.

“Did you really think they were going to fall for ‘It was an accident’?” you mocked, leaning into his chest.

In front of you, each person was laughing their heads off, clutching onto their sides. When they calmed down, Angelica grabbed your arm and spoke. ‘Sorry to break this up, but we have to head out down.” she let you know.

You nodded, but had a small frown on your face. “Enchanté.” you told Lafayette and got up to leave, but before you could, he handed you his phone.

“If you want you to, you can put your number in and I’ll text you.” he offered, looking a bit embarrassed. You nodded rather hurriedly and typed in your number.

With one last kiss, you gathered your things and left with your girls. All they teased you the whole ride back, you smiled and thought about your evening.

Everything had happened for a reason. You had agreed to go out instead of throwing yourself a pity party, you had ran into Lafayette for a reason, and you had given him your number for a reason.

Best Valentine’s Day ever!

@dailyaleclightwood‘s alec appreciation week two: malec

The heavy silence of the small hours of the morning had fallen over the apartment, and Alec lay back and breathed in deeply. The bed was soft underneath his spine, the sheets smooth and everything feeling so comfortable. It was almost unnerving.

Alec didn’t think he’d ever been in a bed this comfortable. The solid wooden frames and sturdy mattresses of the Institute weren’t built for comfort. They were built for practicality. Besides, Alec was usually lucky if he got six hours of sleep a night, between training, night patrols and his other frequent duties as Acting Head of the Institute - at least, when the position was his. Even when it wasn’t, the other Shadowhunters of the Institute relied on him.

He didn’t need the kind of bed you could be comfortable in and relax in for the better part of a day, simply because Alec never had a day to waste lying around in bed. Magnus, however, had all the time in the world. Magnus also wasn’t the kind of person to deny himself the things he wanted in life. A comfortable place to sleep seemed like the least extravagant thing he could do.

Not that either of them were doing much sleeping quite yet.

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Those who are Broken | Chapter Twenty

Everyone has a soulmate. Except the Broken. 

Word count: 3199

↬ My life is a cluster fuck. I do not have the time for this. Send help pls.

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Originally posted by gothdollysedits

“So, you and Jimin now?” Your eyes shot open, staring up at Taehyung as he ran his fingers through your hair. The two of you relaxed under the tree in the courtyard, your head resting on his leg as he leaned back against the tree. He smirked down at you. “It’s true.” You opened your mouth, but he interrupted you, “He came by and we had a chat.”

“Oh.” You relaxed.

Taehyung pinched your nose, moving your head side to side as he smirked. “Told you I’d make your dream come true,” he said, tone light and playful as you swatted his hand away. “I’m your guardian angel, Cupcake.”

“You’re a pain in the ass,” you retorted, closing your eyes. The cool breeze that blew past you was relaxing, the sun half hidden behind the dark clouds. You were slowly falling asleep, and with Taehyung playing with your hair, you would fall asleep faster than you anticipated.

When someone plays with your hair, it’s pure bliss. No one can tell you otherwise.

As time slowly ticked by, you found yourself at that point in sleep where you’re asleep, but still conscious. That point where you’re standing on a thin line, pretty close to falling into a deep sleep full of peace and just happiness. You are so close.

“Noona!” So fucking close. “Noona!” Jungkook yelled again, loud footsteps being heard, coming closer.

You opened your eyes, exchanging looks with Taehyung, who only shrugged as you sat up. Coming to a stop, Jungkook bent over, hands on knees as he panted heavily from most likely running the whole way here from wherever he came from. “What is it?” you asked.

“Girl,” he gasped, weakly pointing behind him.

You frowned. “Your stalker is back?” you asked, looking past him to see if the familiar blonde would pop up. No one was behind him.

“No.” He swallowed, taking in a deep breath as he stood up straight. “The girl with the—” He pointed to his eyes, taking in another deep breath.

It took you a minute, trying to understand his charades, but you finally got it. “Oh.” You snapped your fingers. “The girl with the glasses? The one I told you to ask out a while back?” Jungkook nodded in confirmation. “What about her?” Your eyes lit up in excitement. “Did you ask her out?”

Jungkook shook his head this time. After finally evening out his breathing, he said, “I accidentally ran into her, and I noticed while I was apologizing that my name is on her wrist.”

“And you didn’t ask her out?” you asked, voice a little excited and louder than you expected.

You noticed the white under his blonde turn champagne. “I didn’t because when she noticed my surprise, she asked me out.”

You were now on your feet, excited for the younger boy that his name finally appeared on someone’s wrist, and the girl you pointed out. “You said yes, right?”

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Wear My Jersey

Originally posted by descendantsimagines

Jay x Reader

Wear My Jersey

Prompt: Someone requested some Jay x reader, so here ya go.

It was a sunny Friday afternoon. The sky was the bluest you had ever seen it, and the breeze was nice. It was a perfect day for the Tourney game that was set to take place later on. You, however, had no intention of going. Sports weren’t really your thing. Now, painting the huge tree in the courtyard, that was more up your alley.

Paint was splattered across your skinny jeans, smeared across your cheeks, and even streaked in your long, golden hair. Your mother always told you that your painting talents must come from her. It was another thing you had inherited in addition to her sunny locks. As for things you had gotten from your father…you couldn’t really think of any. Your older brother had inherited his rugged good looks and famous smolder.

“Hey, blondie.” A somewhat familiar voice caused your head to turn. You looked just as Jay, the infamous son of Jafar, took a seat beside you on the stairs. “What’re you up to?”

“Painting.” You replied as you shaped the wings of a raven flying across your perfect blue sky. Jay watched your hand move, and he swore you were working magic. The skill with which you worked was incredible. He found himself entranced by it but soon snapped out of it when he remembered why he had come to see you.

“So, I was wondering…” He tried to figure out how to word his proposal. He had been so confident a few seconds ago, but now that you were here in front of him looking at him with those big eyes…he swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the heart beating rapidly in his chest. “The guys all had extra jerseys made for their girlfriends, and I…I was just wondering if you wanted to wear mine?”

“Wear your jersey? Like to the game?” You asked, turning your attention away from your painting.

“Yeah,” He rubbed the back of his neck, waiting for your response with growing anticipation. “So…?”

“Sure.”

“Really?” He really tried to hide the excitement on his face. After all, he had a reputation, didn’t he? But his smile was the biggest and most genuine smile he had ever smiled. It warmed your heart a little, arousing feelings deep in your heart that you didn’t know existed for the son of one of the most notorious villains of all time.

“Yeah, sure, Jay.” You couldn’t help but smile back. He reached into his bag and handed you the blue and yellow jersey.

“It might be a little big on you, but-”

“It’ll be perfect.” You smirked, and for a second, Jay could see the little bit of Flynn Rider that had found its way into you. After all, your father had been one of the most notorious criminals of all time, and if he had ended up with a princess, what was stopping Jay from doing the same? “Meet up with you after the game?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

You stood up, and so did he. Then, unexpectedly, you stood on your toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Then, with a wink, you added: “Good luck, Jay.”

He couldn’t stop the blush that spread across his face. “T-thanks.”

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You found your spot in the student section of the bleachers after changing into the jersey and putting your hair up into a large bun. Jay’s jersey was indeed rather large on you, but it looked cute nonetheless.

For the first time in your life, you found yourself interested in a game of Tourney. Your eyes were glued to Jay as he ran down the field, pulling off impressive passes and scoring an innumerable amount of points. And no matter how good he was, he always worked with the others on his team to get the job done.

Everything was going smoothly until the final play. The Knights won, but while scoring the final point, Jay had hurt his hand. You ran onto the field with everyone else, but instead of running to Ben or Chad, you made a beeline for Jay, who was looking over his now-swelling hand. As you made your way over, you rushed to take your long golden tresses out of the bun holding them in place.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He winced as you gently took his injured hand in both of your own. You wrapped your hair around it. He looked at you quizzically for a second before he realized what you were doing.

“Flower, gleam and glow. Let your power shine. Save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine. Heal what has been hurt. Change the fates’ design. Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine, what once was mine…” Strong golden power, as pure as the sun itself flowed from the roots of your hair and into his hand, mending it with healing tingles. When you unwrapped his hand, the swelling and redness were gone. It was as good as new.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Thanks for coming, too. It was really nice to have you in the stands cheering me on.”

“Well, what can I say? You’re my favorite player.” You smirked and gave him a little nudge. He laughed. “It was a really good game. You’re amazing. It’s like you were born to be on this field.”

“I think so too.” He paused, another question surfacing in his head. “So uh, there’s a bonfire after the team debriefing. Would you maybe want to go with me?”

“Absolutely.” You stood on your toes to press yet another kiss to his cheek. He gave you a hug and then kissed your forehead before jogging off with the rest of the guys. It was then that Evie and Mal found you in the crowd.

“So…” the purple-haired sorceress wore an amused smile. “You and Jay, huh?”

“Yeah.” You smiled at the notion. “Me and Jay…”

The fight (part 3) // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Y/n crashes into Shawn after not seeing him for 9 months

Authors note: So this is part 3, the last part, hope you like it as much as I do :)


One quick trip over someones foot was all it took for my chocolate chip muffin to go falling to the floor. I freeze, watching it splatter, feeling my mood fall just like my chocolate treat.

“Great,” I mumble, picking the muffin by the wrapper and putting it back in the bag it came in. 

“I’m sorry I tripped you Y/n,” a voice speaks, pulling my back to reality. My head snaps up to the face, knowing that voice in a heartbeat.

“Shawn,” I stammer, my heart thudding as I realise he’s standing right in front of me, looking just as good as the last time I saw him which was the day we broke up. He’s been on tour for the past 9 or so months, the music and fans being a capable distraction from our broken relationship- or that’s what I thought.

“I can buy you a new muffin, I know you like them,” Shawn comments, smiling gently.

“Um,” I look away, still in disbelief that the man I’ve been longing for since he broke up with me was right there. He gives me a hopeful look.

“Please,” He pouts slightly, my eyes drawn to his puffed out lip.

“Sure,” I say, immediately regretting the decision straight away, knowing it will just end up in pain for me.

“Awesome,” he smiles brightly, turning back to the bakery door I had just came out from and holding the door open for me.

“I’ll go get you a muffin while you find a seat,” Shawn says, nudging me to the seated area and I move my legs even though they feel like they’re stuck in concrete.

I sit down, having chosen the table in the corner, against the window, admiring the street outside and the cars driving by quickly.

“One chocolate muffin for the lady,” Shawn says teasingly, placing the heated item in front of me before taking a seat across from me. He folds his arms across his chest, leaning back in the chair and his eyes stay glued to me.

I cut the muffin open, taking a bite. My eyes slide over to meet Shawn’s and I shyly offer him a piece. Slowly he leans over, taking a piece and chewing it, eyes never leaving my glance.

“Can I just say, you two are the cutest couple I have ever seen,” I look up at the sound to see an older lady, probably 50 or so, her hands clasped together in delight.

“We-” I go to say but Shawn cuts me off.

“Thank you, it means a lot to us,” he grins at her and she pats his shoulder before turning away.

“Shawn.” I growl, glaring sharply at him. “We aren’t together anymore? Remember? In fact you broke it off, right over on that table just there to be precise,” I point behind me, not wanting to look back and relive one of the worst moments in my life.

“I know I did. I also know that it was the worst decision of my life.” He says, remorse filtering through his eyes.

“Sure,” I snort, taking another bite of my food.

“Please, Y/n believe me. I had a reason for doing what I did,” He looks pained, eyes searching mine, willing for me to understand- understand something, I don’t know what.

“And what reason was that Shawn, You told me you didn’t want me.” I gulp, tears threatening to fall but I blink them away.

“I swear upon my life, there is nothing I want more than you. Breaking up was the stupidest decision of my life. I had to do it though,” he reaches out his hand to rest it on mine but I jerk it back as soon as I hear that.

“Excuse me?” I ask, drawing back from him.

“They told me that our relationship wasn’t good for my career, because I was dating someone, I wasn’t selling as much as I could. I didn’t care about how much money I made, I care about the music- and you,” he holds my gaze, his dark eyes staring into mine.

“So when I said I couldn’t do that to our relationship they made me work longer hours to produce more music for the fans. I didn’t realise then that it would have to end up sacrificing my relationship for a few extra hours. I knew I was hurting you, I could see it in your face, the tours, the long hours,”

I nod slowly at his words, finally being able to listen to him talk about his side of the story, understanding the hurt he was talking about.

“Then the year long tour came and I decided to do what I thought was best for you,”

“And that was breaking it off with me?” I ask, putting my hand on top of his.

He looks at me gratefully, “I was stupid, I thought I was making a correct decision and that you deserved someone who would actually have time for you or had people telling me to break up with you,” he grips my hand back tightly.

“Shawn,” I mumble, stroking his thumb softly. “You should have talked to me,”

“I know, but I feel like this was meant to happen? Us separating for the moment I mean. I’ve grown a lot over these past couple of months from tour and I feel that through that, our relationship will be stronger then before,”

“You think?” I ask softly.

“I never even thought of someone else after we parted, I couldn’t, I was too caught up on you, even now. This was fate Y/n- you and me running into each other today,”  He looks so sure that I couldn’t help but believe him.

“If I said I wanted to give us another shot-” I begin.

“I will do anything for you to give me another chance,” Shawn says, bringing my hand up to his lips as he kisses my knuckles softy.

“You have to promise to talk to me okay? and I want to start fresh, clean slate,” I ask, worry filling my eyes.

“I promise I will, If that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll do,” He says grinning at me, happiness shinning in his smile.

“Then lets give us another go,” I confirm, my nerves about our rekindled relationship seeming to fly out the window at his effort to give us a try.

“Thank you Y/n, so much,” Shawn says softly.

“I want to try again,” I reply, going to reach for the last piece of muffin to realise its gone. I look up at Shawn to see him stuffing the last piece in his mouth.

“Shawn!”

Sprites (pt.2)

Request: Could I perhaps request a Dad!Thor x reader? The reader is raised by her mother her whole life and never really knows anything about her father until she actually finds out her ability to control the sea as like a new Poseidon. Just like a journey of joining the avengers and finding her father. Sorry if it’s really specific. You can change it in anyway you may need. Sorry again

Pairing: Dad!Thor x reader

Word Count: 1,611

Genre: fluff

Notes: Sprites; Shapes and flashes of light that can be seen in the evening or night sky. They are typically blue or red and are the result of electrical discharges in the atmosphere.



When you awoke in the morning, you had almost forgotten about the man that had entranced you the night before. That is, until you waltzed into the kitchen to find him mowing down three pop tarts at once. You both freeze in your places and stare at each other in shock for what feels like ages, that familiar pulling in your gut came back in full force. His eyes seemed familiar, like you had seen them before and you could feel a nagging memory in the back of your head trying to take form, but failing miserably.

“Uh, hi?” You say,shaking away the thoughts that clouded your groggy brain. You phrased it more like a question but you didn’t really knew how to respond to the visual in front of you. A gigantic, burly blond man with more muscles than a bear, covered in frosting and strawberry jam like the two year old in the apartment across from your’s.

“Hello.” He said with his mouth full. He quickly swallows and brushes off his hands before sticking one out for you. “Good morning, young maiden. I am Thor Odinson of Asgard.”

“I’m (Y/n) Smith, of Earth.” You said, shaking his hand. His hand was warm and hard with callouses, it nearly fully engulfed your hand as you grasped it.

Thor smiled and the deep pulling in your gut intensified until the pipes from the sink bursted. The water gushing out of the pipes would have soaked you both but you quickly regained your control and held the water above the two of you in a large ball. You were confused by yourself, you hadn’t had control issues since you were a child and you had no clue what brought out this new change, other than the man standing in front of you.  Thor stares in awe as you willed the water slowly down the drain until it was gone completely and you were left with dribbling pipes. It had to be him, the only thing that had changed in the last twenty four hours to make your powers fall out of whack.

“Where is it you said you came from?” You asked cautiously.

Thor opened his mouth to answer but he was interrupted with Tony’s cheerful voice as he walked into the kitchen with the two of you, the conversation you were trying to form quickly forgotten.

“(Y/n), good news.” He says, “You’ve been approved.”

You gasp and put your hands over your mouth.

“Oh Tony, you’re joking!” You said hopefully.

“Nope! Fury approved you, next mission you’re riding with us!” He said excitedly.

You let out a happy laugh and hugged him. You had been trying for months to get SHIELD approve you for a mission, you had spent nearly ten years doing various training with almost every trainer in the building and probably were more skilled than any SHIELD agent they could throw at you but you were still so young. There was no way that hey could allow a child to be a part of a top secret, violent mission. It wasn’t right, nor justifiable if brought up on liability charges(a point Maria Hill enjoyed bringing up whenever you asked about field missions). But now it seems that fate was finally on your side and you could now go on missions as a member of the avengers.Which also meant you were only a hop, skip and a jump away from being a full fledged member of the avengers, the singular dream you had had since your first day in SHIELD headquarters.

“What is the cause for celebration?” Thor asked confused.

“Our little water spout here is going on her first mission!” Tony says, ruffling your hair

Thor’s face drops, “She is but a child!”

“A child with enough power to knock you off of your Asgardian ass!” Tony chimed in.

You smiled, “Thanks Tony, so when is it?”

“Well pack your bags sweetheart, we’re heading out tomorrow night.” He said, with that he left the room, humming an ACDC song while he walked.

“So.” Thor said, breaking the thick silence that had filled the room after Tony’s absence, “A child of your stature becoming a warrior, you must be very talented.”

“I’d like to think I am, yes.” You say with a slight smile. You were tired of everyone doubting you, you would prove them wrong. You would. All of the naysayers would eat their words and you would laugh and watch.

“Well Thor, it was nice meeting you but I have to go inform my family about the mission, talk to you later!” You say, trying to save yourself from the tense situation you somehow found yourself in. You give him a quick wave before running to the elevator, taking it down and walking down the street, excited to tell your mother the news although you knew her reaction would be anything but pleasant.


bThor watched your retreating figure leave the building from the window in the living room and let out a sigh. Heimdall was right, you were much more powerful than he thought. You took after your father in that sense, more power flowed through your being than most Asgardians he had ever met, he could feel it in the simple handshake you shared. The power you contained, the power he had sired was like a rolling thunderstorm, growing stronger with every passing minute.

This girl, tho she may be young, had all of the makings of a true ruler. Her birthright sat on her shoulders whether she knew of it or not. You were obviously more than comfortable in your life now, it seemed as if she never once truly wondered about her father. Thor felt his mighty ego quake at the thought, he may not have been as cocky as his brother but every Asgardian had their own heavyset ego to care for. Thor finished his breakfast pastries and wandered around the building, of ways to keep you from going on this mission.

Yes you were strong and yes he new very well that you were well trained but sending the child he had watched since birth thrown into the hands of danger unnerved him. You would probably never see him as a father but he would be damned if he let that get in the way of the fact that even though you hadn’t had contact with each other once in the last 15 years, he still felt the strong bond between a father and his child that no amount of distance could break. He remembers all of the times you fell ill, the times you broke a bone, the times you were inconsolable. Thor had saw it all, leaning into the bond in hopes you felt it as well to comfort you  even though he knew because of your human side you wouldn’t feel a thing.  So yes, you were all powerful but you were still his daughter and he would forever be the worried father along the sidelines.

“Brother,” Thor heard whispered beside his ear.

He quickly whipped around, met with a room barren of life. A laugh he had grown accustom to as a child boomed from Stark’s expensive couches. Loki materialized swiftly lounging lazily over the plush seating, an impish grin painted his face.

“You always fall for that one, you know that?”He says wickedly.

“What are you doing here Loki.” Thor asks darkly.

“Now now, no need to take that tone with me. I was just curious as to the new addition to the family and how an oafish blabbermouth such as yourself kept it quiet for so long.” Loki chuckled.

Thor’s face fell. You were not supposed to be known in Asgard, just Loki knowing meant you already were attracting unwanted attention.

“Who told you of her.” Thor  asked, his underlying rage barely being held in.

“Ah, so I have a niece do I? Now I was only informed of a child, I came to give my respects brother to the future ruler of our people.” Loki said.

“Loki, you must keep this a secret. She knows nothing of Asgard or I, and I would prefer to keep it that way.”

Loki’s happy facade slides of like a mask and a cold, roguish look overcame him as he stood up. “Bother, how do you think I found her? Hm? Was it your visit all those years ago? Maybe all of those shady visits to heimdall. Or was it the barely contained swells of raw carnage trapped in her body that burn like a homing beacon that alerted me?” He took a pause, it seemed the anger normally found in his elder brother had transferred to him.

“She is not just an Asgardian.” He continued, “She is royalty. If she was to be caught by any lesser creature, she would be the key to the kingdom. This could have all been avoided of course, if you had just let her be like you had planned originally, but now your presence has just unlocked her potential more. Her power mixed with your insufferable connection to her makes her more valuable than any treasures in Odin’s vault. My advice to you brother? It’s too late to back away now. She comes to Asgard, she unravels her full potential at which time you can release her once again to the human world with the ability to protect herself. After all, if I found her, what’s to say others haven’t as well.”

With that ominous warning, Loki dissipates into a green mist and disappears. Thor takes a seat onto the couch where his brother once stood, contemplating his next move.

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Hair Dye

Scenario: I hope you don’t dye your hair anymore because I really like this shade in my eyes and wow okay here you go again.

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Fluff + Soulmate AU (in which your eyes change colors when your soulmate dyes their hair)

Word Count: 2,058

Author’s Note: This is my first BTS scenario. I told myself I wasn’t going to do this again, because I used to write on Wattpad for 1D, but here I am. Inspired by one of the many ideas on here. I hope you enjoy it ♡

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You noticed your eyes shift colors for the first time four years ago. You were brushing your teeth when you saw it happen in a matter of seconds. Looking closer in the mirror, your natural color was gone, and a light brown had replaced it.

You ran out to where your parents were, tears streaming down your face. You thought you were losing your mind and wanted to know what was happening.

With a chuckle, your father pulled you onto the cushion next to him on the couch while your mother sat on the other side of you.

That was when you learned about soulmates.

Although it doesn’t happen to everyone, your eye color changes whenever your soulmate dyes their hair. Once their hair fades back to the natural color, so would your eyes. Usually, people dye their hair a crazy color to find their soulmate easier, while others would rather wait and see if they can find their soulmate without any help.

Your parents realized they were soulmates a year after they met. They were in love, but weren’t sure if they were with the right person. So, they went down to a corner store to buy cheap hair dye and went back to their apartment. They dyed each other’s hair and watched as both of their eyes changed colors.

Your tears dried up after realizing that this was happening to you.

To say you were relieved would be an understatement. You were happy to know that your soulmate was alive and thriving, but most of all, you were glad they decided to go with a natural color.

You spoke too soon.

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