The ending: they were almost kicked out from the coffee shop for being too loud, but when the manager learned they were those new heroes AND loyal patrons, they were given invitations to be the newest endorsers of the cafe instead.
So what if one day Atem gets a call by Isis saying the archelogists found what they are 90% sure is Priest Seto’s tomb. Atem decides he wants to see for himself, he needs to. Isis managed to get him a special permission to go around and see what they found, and Atem knows at once that yes, this is where they buried Seto, they are all good archelogists but the weren’t around in Ancient Egypt but Atem was and Atem gets it the moment he takes a look at the writings.
And then he sees a mummy of a tall man and he feels like he’s been punched because one thing is knowing his friend became Pharaoh after him and then died and then Atem came back 3000 years later but seeing what remains of his priest is another thing. Mummies don’t rot like normal corpses, but that doesn’t mean they are pretty or lifelike and Atem has to take a moment and many deep breaths after seeing the thousands years old dry remains of a person he once knew, his head spinning with how damn long it had been since he had last seen Seto alive; sometimes he almost forgets the centuries that passed between his last memories and the moment Yugi completed the Puzzle.
In the end Atem decides to offer his help to the archelogists, to identify any mummies they may find or better understand the informations on the walls. With many things, he can’t help, Seto didn’t die young and even the thought of how many things happened to his friends after his death leaves Atem feeling dizzy. And where he can help it’s so hard, because he never really realized just how much time had passed. He keeps it cool, tries not to give in to his emotions - Isis notices, she tries to understand, but she wasn’t there, even when Atem points at a carved figure of a woman and says, ‘I think that’s you’ she can’t feel as Atem does - even cracks a joke here and there - he texts Kaiba a Congratulations on your past self’s six children and he and Isis laugh until tears at Kaiba’s irate answers.
And when it’s all done, when he did all he could to make history known because he had to, all those people deserved to be remembered, Atem lies down on his bed and cries, for all the things he couldn’t see and for those people he misses and for how out of place he feels, how lost and confused he is even if he never felt so after getting his memories back.
There was a smaller mummy in a secondary room, completely anonymous, hidden, almost as if it was meant not to be found by anyone ever. It confused the archologists, because nothing says who that person was or why it’s there, they only know it was a young man who seems to have died a violent death and that the mummification process had been executed with extreme precision. Atem hadn’t said anything, but he does send a picture of it to Yugi, and only Yugi, with the caption I think this may be a selfie
Pairing: Peter X Reader Warnings: Language, Underage Drinking A/N: I am still in awe over all the love I’ve been getting on my imagines, thank you guys so much for reading them and giving me feedback! I wanted to remind you guys that I do not have a tags list, but I do have a posting schedule and masterlist.
“Sorry babe, I have a girlfriend,” Peter slurred against you, his entire body weight leaning for support on your smaller frame.
“Peter, you don’t have a girlfriend,” you rolled your eyes, helping him up the steps to your apartment.
You had never seen your best friend drunk before, much less in such an intoxicated state that he couldn’t even go up the stairs on his own. Your parents were out of town for the weekend and you were afraid of Peter getting in major trouble with his Aunt, so you made up a cute story about how Peter fell asleep on the way home from the party and you decided to just stay at your place and have a sleepover. May loved you and ate the story up, much to your relief and slight guilt.
So here you were now, dragging up an incredibly delirious and quite heavy boy to your apartment, where he could pass out on your couch and wake up with a hangover and not worry about Aunt May finding out at all.
“Yeah I do,” he protested, his words getting jumbled as you two reached the top, “She just doesn’t know we’re dating yet. I loooovveeee herrrrr!”
On November 13, 1996, the first chapter of the manga series Inuyasha was published in Japan’s Shonen Sunday magazine. Thank you Rumiko Takahashi for giving us such a beautiful series and tons of characters that we adore! Inuyasha had a big impact on a lot of people’s childhoods and a lot of us are still obsessed with the series. Thank you ♥
Just as I’m about to exit the cubicle Peyton’s voice has me freezing in my tracks.
“There is something so going on there.” her shoes click as she walks into the bathrooms, another pair of footsteps following her.
“You think so? We know that Shawn’s liked her forever, but do you think he actually made a move?” I don’t recognize the second voice so I fall silent, not daring to move.
A tap is turned on. “You didn’t see them together when they sparred the other day. Shawn has fire for Goddess sake. He could have burnt the little bookworm to the ground yet suddenly she’s the one winning? I think he grew a pair and now there’s something between them.”
Are they talking about me?
“Did your story work? The one of Shawn killing his Mum?” The second voice asks and Peyton snorts in response.
“He did look pretty pissed off when he heard. Steph told me she saw him storming towards the bookworm’s cabin. Apparently he didn’t leave until after dinner.“
“Do you think he blame’s her?”
“I think she worked her way out of it and he believes her.” Peyton growls, the tap shuts off.
“What does he even see in her?” The unknown huffs and I clench my hand in anger. They were the one’s to spread the rumor about Shawn.
“Obviously enough to believe that she wasn’t the one telling everyone he burnt his Mother to a crisp.” her high pitched laugh fills the room and I slam my door open, the sound making them both jump.
“You conniving little pig.” I hiss, glaring daggers at both of them.
“Y/n, how nice of you to join us.” Peyton smirks, leaning casually against the counter.
“Go to hell Peyton.” I jeer, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.
“Only if you go first.” She returns, matching my glower.
“If I get to see you burn then sure.” I snap, my anger flowing in waves.
She scowls and I don’t give her another second of my time, walking straight out the bathroom. I race down the hallway, intent on finding the inferno himself.
I poke my head into the cafeteria and when I don’t see him I make my way back outside.
There was only one place I could think of for where he might be. I follow the gravel path leading towards the cabins. After passing mine, I continue further into the denser forest where Hera, Hebe and Hephaestus cabin’s were located.
I’m on his doorstep, knocking persistently on the door until its opened. I push past Shawn, moving to stand in the middle of the cabin.
“Sure, come on in.” Shawn says dryly, shutting the door.
“I know who told everyone that you burnt your mother to a crisp.” I breathe and Shawn’s gaze hardens.
“Who?” He scowls, his fire igniting at the tips of his fingers.
“Peyton, I was in the bathroom and she was talking about… you, and me,” I pause, biting my lip to stop myself from spitting out unnecessary information. Its just then that I realise I had barged in on a half naked Shawn.
His shirt is gone and the lean hard muscles of his chest are right where I can see them.
He notices my sudden silence and smirks knowingly.
“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before Y/n.”
I gape at him before regaining my composure.
“What I was saying was she made it up in hope of you getting furious at me and staying away.” I finish, playing with the hem of my shirt to distract me from the yern to reach out and run my hands down the smooth planes of his chest. “Which worked.” I mumble at the end and Shawn doesn’t seem to hear me.
“Why would she do that?” Shawn growls and small sparks shoot out of his hands.
“Cos she has this idea that you’re in love with me and she doesn’t like it.” I snap, his heated gaze meeting mine.
“Is that a bad thing?” He hesitates, a vulnerable look appearing in his eyes. “if I were to be in love with you?”
“Shawn, this isn’t the time to be asking pointless questions.” I avoid the topic, folding my arms over my chest.
“It’s not pointless and I want you to answer me Y/n. Would it be so bad if I am in love with you?” His sudden confidence has returned and he walks closer to me. As the distance closes the cabin feels smaller and all my brain can focus on is the way Shawn’s curly hair was falling across his forehead and the fond expression on his face.
“It would be a waste of time.” I mutter, taking a step back which he matches with a step forward.
“Why’s that, my little walking dictionary?” he hums, twisting a strand of my hair around his finger.
I scowl, pulling away from his hand. “You’ve already fucked me, you don’t need to pretend your’re interested in my feelings now. I kind of got that vibe from you avoiding me for the past couple of days.”
His smirk falls. “I wasn’t avoiding you because we slept together Y/n. I thought..” he sighs turning away from me and running a hand through his hair in a stressed manor. “I thought you were mad at me, or upset about what we did. Thought you felt like I used you so I decided to just stay away.”
“Wow.” I drawl out sarcastically. “That idea makes perfect sense.”
“I realise it was a stupid idea now.” Shawn blanches. “I was just so freaked out that you might hate me and the only thing I could think of to do was just give you space.”
“That’s the most absurd thing that you could have done!” I exclaim.
“I know.” he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“It made me feel like all you wanted me for was sex.” I say quietly, looking down at my shoes. He’s at my side in a second, his burning hands cupping my face as he holds my gaze.
"I don’t regret a single thing I did with you that night; except for accusing you of what Peyton did but right now that isn’t important.”
“She doesn’t like the idea of you liking me.” I say, trying to blink back tears. I was getting so emotional.
“It’s not an idea.” He says boldly, his skin heating mine where it touches. “I like you. A lot.” Shawn blurts out and his cheeks are dusted with a pink tinge. “Enough to say that yeah.. maybe I am in love with you.”
I bite my lip, meeting his flame filled eyes.
“You’ve only known me for a week or so.”
“I’ve always noticed you though.” He smiles, and I finally allow him to hold me again. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into his embrace as my hands rest on his shirtless chest. “I saw you on your first day of camp and I thought that you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.”
“Oh.” I mumble, moving closer to him. “So you’ve been like stalking me for the past three years?”
“God no, Y/n , I’m not like that.” He laughs, the sound echoing around the room.
“You make it sound like that.” I can’t help the grin breaking out on my face.
“I used to go to the library a lot and I’d always see you there. I realized that you must be daughter of one of the smart God’s so I didn’t approach you.”
“You thought that because I was smart I wouldn’t like you?” I ask, raising an eyebrow, my tone teasing.
“Kind of, I mean, I was some loner kid who everyone hated because they thought I was too hot headed.”
“You are kind of a hot head.” I beam, ruffling his hair to which he protests.
“One of my few faults.” he smirks and I feel my stomach erupt in butterflies at the look in his eyes.
Neither of us say anything. I wet my bottom lip and the action draws Shawn’s attention.
“I don’t want to stay away from you.” He whispers after a moment of silence, moving closer so that our faces were millimeters apart. “Peyton and her jealousy can go fuck off.”
“Shawn!” I laugh, my forehead resting against his shoulder and he smells like he always does, wind and slightly of smoke.
“I don’t want you to stay away from me either.” I say, tracing a random shape on his chest with my forefinger.
He speaks again. “I want to be with you. I know we don’t have the most traditional of relationships but I really like you Y/n. I wish we could go back and redo this whole thing.”
I smile at him softly, shying away from the intensity of his gaze.
“You know how in class today Adrian told us how children of Athena never make rash decisions?” I whisper, finding his gaze again.
“Yeah?” he urges me on, his lips brushing against mine faintly.
“Everything I did in our relationship I thought about and pondered over 100 times until I knew it was the right decision to make. Nothing you or I did was a mistake to me.”
“Does that mean..?” He doesn’t finish his sentence. My hands move on their own accord to thread their way through his dark hair.
“I like how you make me feel.” I press a kiss to his lips and pull back to speak again. “I like how for once I’ve found someone who see’s me for more then just a bookworm. I’m just Y/n, not daughter of Athena.”
He grins, his hazel eyes twinkling in the orange light emitting from the fireplace.
“I like how you make me feel like more then just a hotheaded fireball.”